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First published: 06 June 2014

A business Opportunity
by Victoria (Isabella)

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Shared Wife, voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Nudity

Johnny had been unemployed for five months, the problem was made worse because Johnny had been very successful at what he did, he was on fifty thousand pounds a year and had an MBA. Johnny joined several agencies and sent his CV to everyone he could think of but there were just no jobs in his previous pay scale around following the economic downturn.

When Johnny told the agencies to put him up for jobs around twenty-five thousand a year, there were at least some jobs around, Johnny even got to interviews but he was always over qualified or there was a worry that when the economy turned Johnny would be searching for a better paid job. It was very frustrating and after five months he was about to give up totally.

I was cleaning in the kitchen one sunny, Saturday morning, cleaning and washing, Johnny had called his father over to have a chat and they were sitting outside the kitchen window talking through an idea that Johnny had. When the downturn started the first people his company had made redundant were the marketing department, Johnny had been a lone voice within the company's management who thought that marketing was the way of riding out the economic storm and because of his continued defence of marketing he was the first senior manager to be made redundant.

Johnny wasn't trained in marketing but a big part of his work had been to commission projects from the marketing department, his business idea was to market himself, he intended to pick out one or two large companies that he knew had dumped their own marketing staff as the company he worked for had, and make a speculative marketing campaign, then try and sell the campaign and along with it, himself to one of those companies.

Johnny's father, Ron, thought that it was a good idea, as I listened to them talking I also thought it a good idea. Johnny had been a little depressed and was getting lower with every rejection. Ron suggested that Johnny would have to use sex to sell his ideas. My ears pricked up, Ron knew full well that Johnny wasn't into sex, unlike Ron, Johnny had morals and was very religious, he would find it difficult to 'objectify' a woman in that way, Ron on the other hand had no such qualms.

The thing about Ron was, he was a bit of a go-getter, as soon as Johnny had started to talk about his marketing plan Ron was two steps ahead of him, his contact's book was out and he was ringing around his friends and business contacts, "It's just as I thought, I've spoken to five people who all say the same thing, you'll have to use overtly sexual imagery in any marketing plan that is aimed to succeed during a recession. The thing is, men will be interested so long as there is a lot of skin on show, women will be less interested in the campaign if the model is a 'size zero' top model, not that we could afford a top model, not even a second or third stringer, they all say the same thing!" At this point my ears pricked up and I stopped what I was doing, "They all say the same thing, the woman next door in a skimpy bikini would appeal to both men and women!" "You mean Mrs. Boulter?" "No stupid, a younger woman, like Victoria, I've chatted with a friend who has access to his son's photo studio on Sundays so I can get a great price from him to do the art work, but even a third string model will cost five thousand pounds a day, possibly more for a Sunday, neither of us has that kind of money for speculation do we?" I looked out of the kitchen window, Johnny was shaking his head, he'd been unemployed for five months, there was no way he could rustle up a thousand pounds at that moment never mind five thousand or even more.

Johnny's face went dark; he had been excited for two days while he planned out what he wanted to do; now he looked even more depressed than he had done before his brilliant idea came to him. "If we have to rely on my wife dressing in a bikini for a film shoot we might as well forget it now!" Johnny's voice had dropped to a whisper, he was right of course, I had never owned a bikini in my life, not even a conservative swimsuit, I was just too shy to allow anyone to see me that 'undressed' but, I was Johnny's wife, it was my place to support him during the difficult times. I was in inner turmoil, I didn't want to be the reason that Johnny slumped further into depression but I didn't like the sound of 'skimpy bikini' either.

Part of me wanted to slip quietly into the living room so that I wouldn't be able to see my husband in his depressed state but instead something made me call out, "Anyone out there want a drink?" I didn't get a response but I took out two cans of beer from the fridge into the garden on a low table. I was about to ask Johnny and Ron what was going on but I chickened out before I opened my mouth, I really wanted to tell Johnny that if he needed me to do something to help him in his project that I would try to do whatever I could, but as usual I took the safe path and headed back towards the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell Victoria about your needing her help with your marketing idea?" Ron knew the reason but he was angry with his son, he had his best idea for months, a real possibility for his son to become self-employed and so free of the vagaries of working for someone else. "I've tried to get her to dress differently, she just doesn't like showing herself off, I bought bikini samples home while I was working, to try and get her to help me chose which ones to stock in my shops but she wouldn't put one on when it was just me and her so I doubt she would be willing to wear one in front of strangers and for the pictures to be made public!"

Johnny was right, I could kick myself, listening to Johnny and his father talking had actually turned me on a little, just imagining being photographed in a bikini, sorry, skimpy bikini had given me a 'kick' in the pit of my stomach. Ron called my name, he was standing at the open kitchen window, I turned, hands covered in flour from making pastry, there was a click, Ron was holding his cell phone through the window and had just taken my photograph, Ron smiled at me then he returned to his seat next to Johnny. I was shocked, I just stood there shaking, the knot in the pit of my stomach at the thought of being used as a glamour model went into overdrive just because Ron had snapped a very poor quality photograph of me in my thin cotton summer dress. Ron could have no idea that I had decided not to put a bra on that day, a very rare occurrence for me. I moved closer to the window and stood as quietly as I could, Ron and Johnny were continuing their conversation with much less volume, less excitement than earlier making it difficult to hear them.

I made a drink for myself and went out to the garden to sit with Johnny and his father, Ron's phone rang, he answered, short conversation and then Ron smiled at me, "I sent the snapshot I took of you off to a few of my friends, that was the first one, he thinks that you're very pretty and a marketing campaign using your picture, done properly, could be a winner!" Then Ron's phone had a different ting tone, he opened a text message, read the message and his smile broadened, then he turned the phone towards Johnny who read and then smiled, finally it was my turn to see the message, 'tried to ring but you were engaged, girl is an excellent choice, when can I see the pic of her in her bikini?'

There were two further text messages that Ron showed to Johnny, both gave their confirmation that it would be sensible to try using me in the artwork for a speculative marketing campaign and both asked if they could see my bikini pictures as well, I felt my face heat up as I blushed at the attention. I was about to go back into the kitchen, I still hadn't been told what Ron and Johnny were planning so I had to be careful what I said, I didn't want to seem to have been eavesdropping on their private conversation even if I had. Ron's phone rang again, he looked at the screen and then stood up and walked down the garden to answer the phone in private, I asked Johnny if he wanted anything else, implying another drink but giving him the chance to mention the modelling that he wanted me to do, he looked like he was about to say something then his father, almost skipping, came back from his phone call, "That was Greg, he wants to meet us!" Then Ron looked at me with a broad grin on his face and a look of excitement, "Vicky, Johnny wants to try and start a new company, he has some great ideas for marketing but to make a professional presentation to win clients would usually cost tens or even hundreds of thousands of pounds, even a third rate presentation using fourth rate models would cost around ten grand. Greg is a retired fashion photographer, he's got access to his son's studio on Sundays, he likes what he's seen of you in the photograph I sent him so much that he's willing to give us four hours of his time, in the studio, for free if you would be willing to pose for him for his own project for four hours after he's finished taking Johnny's pictures!"

There was a long delay, Johnny and his father just sat looking up at me, there was an excitement inside of me that I couldn't believe was possible to achieve while, well, in a public place! I went back into the kitchen, I heard Johnny whisper, "See, I told you that she wouldn't be interested!" "Shhh! Just hold on a moment, she hasn't said no yet!" "Well, we haven't actually told her exactly what I want her to do yet have we? She'll say no for sure after we tell her!" "Don't be so negative, you've got to start thinking positively!"

I walked out of the kitchen with three cans of beer, I had no idea why three cans, I didn't drink usually, certainly not beer but as soon as I had passed Ron and Johnny their cans I opened the third and took a sip. Ron and Johnny kept looking at each other and then over to me, there was a great deal of non-verbal communication between them, eventually Ron, with a look of exasperation towards his son before changing his look into a sweet smile as he looked at me, "The thing is Vicky, I've chatted around my golfing buddies, they are all in business and they all say, if we can't afford a top model, instead of getting a 'third stringer' of a model we should use you!" "And what would I have to do?" Johnny and his father looked at each other with raised eyebrows and looks of total surprise on their faces, then Johnny found his voice.

"The thing is, absolutely everybody agrees that there has to be an element of sex in any marketing campaign at this point in the economic cycle...!" Ron butted in as Johnny was beating around the bush, "The thing is Vicky, we, well, rather Johnny, will need you to wear a rather skimpy bikini, the smaller the bikini you are prepared to pose in, the more impact the campaign will have. Greg has said that he will do all the work for us for free if you are prepared to model for him after but I'm not sure what kind of pictures he has in mind for his own project so I'm prepared to put up the one thousand pounds to pay him so that you don't have any more embarrassment than necessary!"

I balked slightly, four hours work and he expected a grand or four hours of my time, my mind went in a whirl, what the hell would he be asking me to do for four hours that would be worth two-fifty an hour? I felt another kick in my stomach, my heart was beating at about one-eighty beats a minute and I felt hot all over and a certain place that shouldn't be mentioned in polite company was exceedingly moist, I was beginning to worry that there might just be a smile on my face that would give away the fact that I had become very excited, just at the thought that a stranger, a retired photographer, was going to take my picture in a skimpy bikini that possibly hundreds of people would see, and more than that, whatever it was that the photographer was going to ask me to do for four hours, that thought was even more of a turn on.

I had to leave Johnny and his father hanging for a few minutes, I knew that if I spoke I would give myself away, eventually, and to Johnny and his father's great relief I agreed to be photographed, I did insist on the final choice of exactly how skimpy the bikini would be. Ron was the only one who dared to ask the sixty-four thousand dollar question, "And what about the other modelling job for Greg?" "I'll talk to Greg about that, if I don't like what I hear then you'll be stumping up cash for the artwork!"

Ron finished his drink and went home for lunch leaving Johnny and I alone, Johnny walked his father out to his car and when he came back in the living room he was about to thank me for being so positive but I stopped him by throwing my arms around his neck and covering his mouth with my own. I'm not a total prude when alone with Johnny but I would normally go for the comfort and privacy of the bedroom for sex but I was so turned on at that moment that we had sex right there on the floor in the middle of the living room. Not exactly a first but a rare occasion, especially in the light of the day, the thing that made it even rarer was the fact that instead of just losing my knickers for access and remaining mainly dressed as I had the few times we had fucked in the living room every time before, this time I let Johnny undress me totally as he made love to me.

It wasn't the best sex we had ever had, I had been turned on more than I had ever been in my life before but, I guess, so was Johnny as he boiled over far too fast, I wasn't left frustrated exactly, more disappointed, I had let myself go more than usual and was looking for something special in return. Unfortunately Johnny has a very poor 'recycle' rate, he has never managed to get a second erection following his climax, well, not for several hours anyway, so I knew that once I felt his hot seed filling me it was all over.

I pulled my dress back on and went into the kitchen to finish cooking lunch while Johnny sorted out some light football on the TV to watch, I hadn't bothered to put my knickers back on as I knew there would be leakage for quite a while, so as I cooked I regularly had to wipe up the spunk that was running like a river down my legs and then I did another first for me, as I cooked lunch I actually masturbated myself in the kitchen. I hadn't masturbated since Johnny and I married and as a young woman I had only ever masturbated in my bedroom or while bathing or showering. It was all very unhygienic I knew, cooking while my fingers kept dipping in and out of my own cunt but I needed a little more than I had been given by Johnny and I didn't want to sit eating while feeling the need for relief.

After lunch we did something else that we hadn't done since we were courting, Johnny put a 'chick flick' on the TV and we sat on the sofa and cuddled together all afternoon. At bedtime I was about to put my nightdress on when Johnny started to kiss and cuddle me, he stopped me putting the nighty on and we went to bed together naked, we fucked a little like we had earlier until I realised that Johnny would fire off before I was ready again so I stopped him, pushed him off of me and climbed on top of him, I rode him carefully and managed to get my orgasm just before he let fly, I couldn't see his face in the dark but I just knew that he had a smile splitting it in two, "That was fucking wild, fantastic, brilliant, why haven't you done that before?" I just giggled and pushed him off of me. We didn't dress; we just slept together all night in the nude.

When I woke in the morning Johnny was looking at me with a broad grin on his face, he had uncovered me and was propped up on one elbow just looking at me as I lay there naked in the early morning sunlight. My shyness had been attenuated the previous day because I was so turned on and when we went to bed it was dark by the time I was naked, now in the cold light of dawn, my shyness returned and I was fighting Johnny for the bedding to cover myself up, "You really are very beautiful, why don't you show yourself off more?" I hit Johnny in the chest and told him to get the coffee on.

At eleven o'clock Johnny suddenly jumped out of bed, "Come on, let's go into town, a little shopping and I'll buy Sunday lunch out as a treat. After being unemployed for so long treats like eating out were very few and far between, Johnny took me into Northampton, most of the shops were open on Sunday but the one that he wanted to take me to was actually closed, looking in the window it dawned on me that the trip was to pick out the bikini that he wanted me to wear for the photography session. Johnny was disappointed that the shop was closed but he took me on to Marks and Spenser's, their selection of bikinis was more limited than the specialist shop but there was still a lot to choose from, Johnny was pestering me to go and try a selection of the bikinis on in the changing room, I wasn't so happy, "Even if they let me try them on I can't come out in the shop dressed in just a bikini!" "I'll come in the changing room with you then!" Johnny certainly didn't understand M&S stores and their policy on the use of their changing rooms.

I chose four bikinis to try, Johnny chose two other bikinis, far more revealing than the ones I had chosen, they were all black though, any hint of colour could clash with a company's image, if Johnny had been pitching to IBM for instance, dressing his model in blue would seem sensible but it would have to be IBM blue, not just any blue, so black or white were the obvious choices for brand neutrality.

I have to say that the thought of changing into a bikini in a department store had turned me on, even more so the thought of modelling it for Johnny out in the main store, I just knew that I would chicken out long before I got out in the main store.

The dragon guarding the changing room portal stopped us at the door, "Sorry, no men in the female changing area, and you can't try bikini bottoms on, sorry!" Johnny looked crestfallen, he laid out my four bikinis and his two on the counter that the dragon stood behind, the cheapest was twenty-five pounds, the dearest was fifty, mine were all cheaper than Johnny's. He picked one of mine that he liked the most and one of his and paid for the two even though we couldn't really afford both.

In the car park Johnny was trying to persuade me to change into one of the bikinis in the car, I had never seen him so turned on, I wasn't sure if it was the thought of me wearing a bikini in a car park or the thought of me being naked in the car, I don't even think it was the thought of seeing me naked in the car because he was saying that he would keep look out in case someone came along.

Johnny's pleading was fortunately cut short by his telephone ringing, fortunately because I was close to agreeing to change in the car in the car park, it was Ron, Johnny's father, his friend Greg had an opening in an hour, he wanted to meet us, talk to Johnny about his ideas and to talk to me and of course get a closer look at me, they would agree on a date for the work. My heart had been beating at around two hundred beats a minute at the thought of changing into a bikini in the car park, suddenly it sped up more, I began to feel faint and got a headache. I heard Johnny say, "Good thing we brought a couple of bikinis earlier!"

As we drove to the address Ron had given to Johnny, we decided to eat after talking to Greg, I hadn't realised that Ron would be there too so I was very surprised to see Ron's car in the side street outside the door to 'Northants Photo Services' studio. Greg was a very distinguished looking sixty-something, tall, full head of hair slightly greying at the temples, he was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off good muscle development in his chest and a well-defined six-pack of a stomach.

Johnny was like a school boy showing Greg the two bikinis he had chosen, Greg just said, "Yes, very nice, We'll need to see them on your wife of course!" Greg took the skimpy bikini and the less skimpy one and handed them both to me, "Go into the changing room if you like or change here, I'd like to see you in both please!" Greg's voice and delivery were like syrup, I just felt totally at ease, so much so that for a second I was about to strip off right there and get changed, Ron took me to show me where the changing room was and left me there to get back to Johnny and Greg.

I changed into the bikini that I had chosen first, I looked around for a dressing gown or something to cover myself on the walk back to the office where Ron Greg and Johnny were talking but there was nothing in sight, the other thing that wasn't in sight was a mirror, very unusual for a changing room. It felt really strange walking down the passageway between empty offices almost naked, with each step I took I was getting more and more turned on, I was really glad that the bikini was black or it would have been a dead giveaway, when I got in the office with the men, if my crotch had been two or three shades darker from my lubricating juices running free.

Greg stood up as I joined the three men and he came over to me, there was no polite conversation, no, "Do you mind if I just...." While my husband and father-in-law sat watching, Greg started manhandling me. I looked nervously at Johnny's face as Greg pressed my belly with his fingertips; he seemed to be testing how much fat there was on my belly. I had expected to see anger or jealousy on my husband's face but if anything what I saw in his eyes was excitement and at a level almost as high as the excitement I was feeling at the elderly stranger's touch.

Greg crouched down a little and it was obvious that he was studying my breast line very, very closely. My eyes flicked over to Ron's face, if Johnny looked excited, Ron had the look of a pervert in a topless bar, I know, I know, I have no real idea what a pervert looked like never mind how they would look if they were in a topless bar, or even what the inside of a topless bar would look like either but I got that impression in my head when I looked at my father-in-law's face.

Greg said, "Your bikini top isn't adjusted right." As Greg spoke I could feel his breath on my bare midriff and that sent a shiver quaking through my body, I wanted to rub my hand over my belly, the natural reaction to something tickling flesh that had been long hidden from the world but my arms were frozen at my sides, I was in an almost catatonic state from the excitement overload I was going through.

Greg stood up and moved behind me, he flipped the clasp on the halter strap behind my neck of my bikini top, he had the right hand side strap in his hands, shortening the strap by a good half inch or more, the left strap fell forward and allowed the left cup of my bikini top to start to slip down, slowly uncovering my left breast. I managed to look down to see just how much was being shown to Ron and my husband and then I flicked my eyes up to Johnny first, his own excitement was bubbling over, then I looked to Ron, his right hand was in his lap and it looked like he was sitting there right next to his son rubbing his own cock, not that Johnny would have noticed, his eyes were out on stalks looking at my slowly uncovering breast.

Greg finished shortening the right strap and allowed it to fall forward, then he reached over my shoulder to retrieve the left strap, his fingertips brushing against my breast through the material of the bikini cup and he fumbled for the thin strap, as he covered my left breast with the left cup of my bikini top and pulled the strap back over my shoulder to shorten that by the same amount as he had shortened the right strap, my right breast started to slowly appear from under the bikini cup.

After he had finished shortening the left strap to match the right one, Greg again reached over my shoulder and again his fingers rubbed over my breast as he retrieved the right hand strap but this time there was more contact as he was only using one hand because he was keeping a tight hold on the left strap. Once Greg had refastened the strap at the back of my neck he said, "What do you think of that?"

I said, "It's a little uncomfortable." But I guessed that Greg was more interested in what my husband and father-in-law thought about the effect of lifting my breasts around an inch to an inch and a half. Johnny said "Fantastic!" Ron got out of his seat and came right up close to my side and he squatted low like Greg had done when he decided that something was wrong with my bust line. Ron's hand reached out to my left breast, it was so close to my skin that I could feel the heat radiated from his fingers as he kind of followed the shape of my breast. I felt my body start to lean forward, almost imperceptibly until my breast filled Ron's hand.

"Tightening your bikini strap has lifted your breast off of your ribs, they look rounder, fuller, they have a much better shape, make you look slightly younger."

I had put my breast into Ron's hand but he was in no hurry to let it go and as he spoke he squeezed it slightly, Johnny came over and stood by my right hand side and he felt my right breast in the same way that his father was feeling my left one. My breathing had totally stopped but my heart was beating at around one thousand explosions a minute. Johnny lifted my breast a little higher, "Could we tighten the strap a little more, lift her breasts even higher?"

Greg shook his head, "No, the thin material will allow distortion if it's stressed too much and the thin halter strap will cut into her neck."

When I was told to go and put the 'skimpier' bikini on I decided not to walk all the way back to the changing room by the photographic studio, I just stepped out into the corridor outside the office, Ron and Johnny had returned to their seat and so couldn't see anything through the glass panel in the office door but as I stepped out of my bikini pants I looked up and saw Greg watching me through the window. I was very close to tipping over into an orgasm from Greg seeing my naked lower half as I stepped into the smaller pants.

I could have turned away from Greg but, what the hell, this was only the second man to see my naked lower body in my life, I doubted that my father was ever given the chance to see me naked even as a baby, my mother definitely kept my father at arm's length from me as I was growing up. I checked that Greg was still looking at me as I dropped the first bikini top onto the floor before slipping into the far less practical skimpy top.

When I walked back into the room so quickly Johnny gave a little jump in his seat, he had to have realised that I couldn't have gone very far away from the other side of the door as I was back so soon and Greg had been standing by the door, silent as Ron and Johnny had been chattering excitedly about the way I looked in the cheaper garment and what I should look like in the sexier one.

Once again, I had set my bikini top for my own comfort and once again, my breasts were laying against my ribs, Johnny asked Greg if he could alter the strap as he had before to lift my breasts, "Not with that top, the skimpy one definitely lookes sexy but I think the fuller bikini top will look better on camera and the bottoms, well, your wife will need to do some serious depilatory work down there before you could show photographs of her to clients.

I didn't really get what Greg was saying until I looked down at myself and gasped at the amount of ginger that I could see spreading out from the leg holes and above the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "Well then gentlemen, it's your choice but I'd suggest that we go for the larger bikini for your first try at an advertising campaign."

I was heading back to the changing room where I'd left my clothes; I had to laugh to myself, less than thirty minutes earlier I'd been very worried about walking along the passageways of the photography studios wearing the much fuller bikini that was now sitting on the table in the main office and here I was now, a much more revealing bikini and I didn't care one little bit.

Johnny caught me up just outside the changing room, "Vicky, will you change into this bikini and just pull your dress on over the top of it for me please?"

I looked at Johnny's hand, I was expecting him to have found an even smaller bikini for me to show off in for Greg and his father but I was wrong, it was the bikini that I had chosen in the shop, the fuller bikini, the one that covered up slightly more of my body but that did show off my breast shape much better than the skimpier bikini.

"Why do you want me to wear that under my dress?"

"Well, there's still a few hours of sunlight left outside, it's still really warm out and I have a picnic blanket in the boot of the car, I thought that we could go to Rockingham Park and, you know, do a little sunbathing, or something!"

So, I was almost right, there was to be a further element of showing myself off but not in the privacy of an office in a building for just three men, Johnny was planning part two of my exhibitionism to take place in a very public area. Most of the week Rockingham Park would be deserted but on Saturdays and Sundays the park would be full of people, there were miles of paths around the park through all kinds of terrain and that dragged the mountain bikers from miles around to run impromptu races around the park.

Once again a shiver ran right through my body, the last time Johnny and I took a walk through the Rockingham Park there were literally hundreds of young men zooming around on expensive bikes. I changed into the larger bikini and just pulled my dress on over my head before walking out of the changing room with the smaller bikini, my bra and my knickers in my hand. Johnny gave me a huge beaming smile and kissed me as he took my spare clothes from my hands. Ron was waiting in the car park with a picnic blanket in his hands and a broad smile on his face.

"I thought you said we had a blanket in the boot of the car?"

"We do but my dad thought that we should take two blankets, just in case it's too busy out there for us to get comfortable."

I have to say that seeing Ron standing there holding a picnic blanket had been a huge boost in my excitement, it passed through my mind that perhaps Johnny may have invited his father to come with us and sunbathe alongside me for the afternoon and I was coming to the realisation that I actually found that thought very appealing, very appealing indeed. I had turned almost overnight from a shy conservative wife into something of an exhibitionist. I did feel a little let down though when I realised that Ron was driving off in the opposite direction to Rockingham Park.

I got into the car with Johnny and, being a Sunday he very quickly weaved through the side streets around the commercial district of Corby and we had to take Willow Brook Road as there were road works outside the Aldi store on Rockingham Road. Johnny kept looking over at me as I sat at his side as he drove along. We were forced to stop as a large vehicle was parked on our side of the road and the cars coming towards us meant that we had to just wait a few minutes for it to be safe to pass the lorry.

"I was going to ask you to just wear the bikini but my dad thought that would be too much, too quickly but I wish I had asked now."

Yet another shiver ran through my body, I was right on the edge of an orgasm, I looked over at him, his face was illuminated by an internal light as he looked at ne intently, watching for my reaction. I thought about it for an age, just as Johnny gunned his car to pass the lorry when there was a small gap in the oncoming traffic. As soon as the car made its move, I unfastened my seat belt and wriggled my dress up and over my head before refastening my seat belt and tossing my dress into the back seat.

Johnny had been concentrating too much on avoiding a collision on the narrow road to look in my direction for a few minutes but when he did look over at me again he almost swerved into a parked car which would have been embarrassing for him as the parked car in danger had been parked on the driveway of a house. Johnny slowed down considerably as he wanted to keep looking over at me and also, as we passed people in other cars or walking along the pavement, they kept looking in at us and that seemed to give Johnny a kick.

We had to turn right into Shetland Way and Johnny waited ages to turn right because there was a group of young men walking towards us from further along Willow Brook Road, they all cheered and wolf-whistled at me as they passed our car and Johnny beamed with pride. Half way along Shetland Road was Lodge Park College, Johnny slowed down as we passed the college, he was obviously hoping that they may have been playing cricket on a Sunday afternoon; he looked disappointed that the car park was empty.

We turned right again, this time into Vian Way, there was no one about so Johnny didn't slow down at all, likewise at the junction of Vian Way and Uppingham Road, he turned right as soon as he could because there was no one in sight and the cars on Uppingham Road were moving too fast for the occupants to see me sitting in the car in just my bikini.

At the back of Corby Town's football ground we turned left into the tree covered entrance to Rockingham Park. We were forced to drive slowly, not because of hoards of men this time but because the track leading to the grass covered car park was so pot-holed it would shake us to pieces if we went fast. As Johnny pulled into a parking space the car next to us was reversing out. The driver of the other car was about to drive off until he saw me getting out of our car in just my bikini. I spotted him pull into a space about four cars away from the one he had just left.

I insisted on carrying one of the picnic blankets, just so I could hold it in front of my lower body as we walked to make it less obvious exactly how I was dressed. Johnny was guiding me through the park to an area called Horse Close Clump, it was a grass covered hill, quite steep, with a small spiny at the top and a copse of trees at the bottom with a few trees to the right and left. What we had was a grass covered incline that was almost hidden from the rest of the park.

Johnny chose the most hidden spot on Horse Close Clump to lay the first blanket down on the neatly cut grass and invited me to lie down in the sun. As I lay on my back, Johnny stood over me while he took his shirt off; he was scanning all around us as he unbuttoned his shirt. Johnny looked a little disappointed that the park had so few people on it, especially as it was such a brilliantly sunny day.

I was lying with my head up the hill and my feet pointing down towards the copse at the bottom of the hill, Johnny knelt down at my side and he suddenly saw movement down at the copse, a man slowly emerged from the trees in a direct line with my feet and walking directly towards us. The man had a blanket under his arm and a backpack over his shoulder. The man walked to within about fifteen feet of us, nodded his head at Johnny and then started to spread out his own blanket on the grassy slope.

"Does that guy look like the man that was going to drive out as we drove in?"

I propped my upper body up on my elbows, I could see the man's face quite well, he was looking right at my chest as he took his shirt off, then he did a quick scan around the area before unfastening his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing brief type under pants rather than the more traditional 'Y-fronts'. From a distance it would look like he was wearing swimming trunks but from just fifteen feet away, I could see they were just ordinary underpants.

He spent a while standing his backpack up at the side of his towel, then he spent some time ferreting around inside his pack before unrolling a thin wire and plugging an earpiece into his ear.

"You think it was a coincidence that he was leaving the park until he saw you wearing just your bikini?"

"I doubt it but then, wasn't that your idea in the first place, to have other men looking at me?"

Johnny laughed and I lowered my back down to the blanket. Johnny remained sitting up with just his shirt off; he was looking all around to see if other men were around and after twenty minutes Johnny realised that I was starting to burn.

"You'd better turn onto your face, your front is burning, we should have stopped off and picked up some sun screen for you."

I sat up as I was turning, I saw a smile suddenly form on our neighbour's face and he reached into his backpack. I actually saw him retrieve a tube of sunscreen out of his bag. I laid face down but I moved my head slightly so I could still see what our neighbour was doing. He squirted a little sunscreen over his wrists; he pulled the earphone from his ear and dropped it into his bag before he stood up and began to rub the sunscreen in to his lower arms as he walked up the hill towards us.

At around three feet away from our blanket he cleared his throat to attract Johnny's attention. Johnny turned to look at him.

"Hi, I'm Colin, I couldn't help but notice that your wife is burning up, did you need a little sunscreen?"

"Hi, I'm Johnny, this is my wife, Victoria and yes, we could do with some sunscreen, I bought my wife her new bikini this morning and we decided on the spur of the moment to try it out instead of going straight home, sunscreen and water never crossed our minds."

Colin leaned forward and handed Johnny the tube of sunscreen. I turned back onto my back again so that Johnny could rub some sunscreen into my burnt skin. Johnny was kneeling on my left hand side, he squirted some cream into his hands and began to massage it into my left arm and shoulder and as he did, Colin walked around the edge of our blanket, he was looking down at me as well as scanning around the area to make sure that we were alone.

Colin stopped above my head, looking down at my body as Johnny rubbed cream over my left collar bone and upper chest on my left hand side. I was looking straight up at the underside of Colin's balls, his cock started to inflate and he put his hand down the front of his underpants, he guided his erection to the right so that his cock head didn't pop out over the top of his underpants. Colin looked from my eyes to Johnny to make sure that we had both seen what he had just done to his cock. He walked down the right hand side of our blanket and when he was level with my shoulder he gestured to the space on the blanket at my side.

"May I?"

Johnny looked from my eyes to Colin standing at my side; I raised my eyebrows twice in quick succession and Johnny's lips curled slightly into a smile.

"Feel free mate!"

Colin took a step forward and then knelt down on our blanket, he was so close to me that I could feel the heat from his knees against the side of my arm. Colin watched as Johnny was rubbing the sunscreen deeply in to the flesh on the rise of my breast, just above the cup of my bikini top, he watched for several minutes, just kneeling quietly and every few seconds Colin did a quick scan around the area. I realised very quickly that Johnny was deliberately only oiling the left hand side of my body and Colin spotted that fact too very quickly.

"I could give you a hand to oil this side if you like Johnny!"

Johnny looked into my eyes again, he was, in effect, asking me for my permission, I just shrugged my shoulders, this was his game, it was up to him to set the rules. Johnny did what I had done earlier; he raised his eyebrows twice in quick succession and waited for my reaction, I just smiled and Johnny held the tube of sunscreen out to Colin. Colin reached out a cupped hand for Johnny to squirt some sunscreen into and then Colin began to massage the cream into my neck and shoulder.

"You know if we fold your other picnic blanket right and lay it down Victoria's side, she could sunbathe topless and if anyone came in sight, you could cover her up in a flash until after they've gone!"

Johnny looked into my eyes again, I smiled and said, "Up to you darling, I'll go along with whatever you want."

Colin rubbed his hand full of sunscreen down as far as my right hand collarbone and over my right shoulder before reaching for Ron's picnic blanket, he unfolded it and 'fan-folded' it along the side of my body in six inch fans.

"If anyone comes along we can just throw the blanket and it will unfold over you both if needs be!"

Colin held his hand out for more sunscreen and began to massage it into my upper chest, at first looking to the right and left and then into Johnny's eyes, Johnny was still rubbing cream deeply into the skin of my upper chest and what there was exposed of my breast but Johnny's fingers always stopped at the point that was covered by my bikini top.

Colin quickly reached that Johnny wouldn't pass, he wasn't rubbing the cream in nearly so deeply as Johnny was, so he was covering my skin far faster, Colin paused with the tips of his fingers just touching the cup of my bikini top, he was totally focused on Johnny, looking for any twitch or sign that Johnny was getting unhappy with the way things were going. Colin then took a deep breath and slipped his fingertips under the cup of my bikini top. Johnny's eyes were flicking from Colin's slowly disappearing fingers to my face and back again about ten times a second, I just kept smiling throughout.

Colin took another deep breath and plunged his hand all the way into my bikini top, rubbing sunscreen all over my breast inside my bikini top. Colin had a good fondle of my tit before he did one last look all around and said, "Why don't you sit up a moment Vicky?"

Colin pulled his hand out of my bikini top and I pushed myself up from the blanket. I thought that Colin was checking around for danger again but I realised that he was looking directly at his backpack just a few feet away, looking at it and grinning a wide Cheshire-cat grin. He popped both the halter strap's fastener and the back strap's fastener on my bikini and just pulled it rapidly out of the way and threw it up the hill and onto the edge of our blanket.

Colin took more sunscreen and began to massage it deeply into both of my breasts, pushing me slowly down onto my back, "Why don't you oil her lower down Johnny."

My husband started to rub oil into my belly and once again, when Johnny's fingers got close to my bikini bottoms he looked like he was going to stop; Colon left my breasts momentarily and just rolled the front of my bikini bottoms down until my pubic hair was starting to show over the top. Colin encouraged Johnny several times to push my bikini bottoms down further until they were actually well past my cunt.

Once I was totally on display Colin took my knickers all the way off and once he had my panties past my feet, he took my right ankle and pulled it away from my left leg by about a foot.

"Why don't you take your trousers off Johnny? Let the sun get to your legs, you are wearing underpants aren't you?"

Johnny slipped his Chino's off; he was wearing white 'Y-fronts' so not nearly as discrete as Colin's pants that could be mistaken for trunks. I was starting to regret the game a little, the three of us, me naked and two men in just their underpants lying on a hillside in rural Northamptonshire. I was frantically looking around to see if we were being watched, well, being watched by anyone other than Colin that is.

Colin was rubbing my breasts and then started kissing them and biting them, he nudged Johnny on to taking the next step by reminding him that we didn't have an unlimited amount of time before someone else could come along, Johnny knew exactly what Colin was hinting at and soon pulled the front of his pants down, exposing a very health erection before he climbed over my outstretched left leg and slipped into my soaking wet pussy.

Colin got up on his knees so he was a little higher and he was looking out to the right and left to make sure we were still safe. Johnny climaxed in double quick time before he got me off, he apologised profusely but I didn't mind, I was held back because I was so worried about being fucked out in the open.

I thought it was all over and was about to search for my bikini again but as soon as Johnny rolled out of the way Colin told him to keep lookout and without another word, Colin dived head-first between my legs and started to lick Johnny's spunk out of my cunt. Johnny looked on open mouthed but Colin reminded him that he was supposed to be keeping lookout.

Colin delivered seven orgasms with his fingers and his mouth for which I was very grateful even though my very verbal orgasms started me worrying about being discovered all over again. Johnny was looking to the left when Colin snaked his body up on top of mine and before I knew it, his mouth was clamped over mine and his cock was in my cunt.

Colin fucked me like a stallion and as he was closing in on his own climax Johnny tapped Colin on his shoulder and whispered, "Somebody's coming!"

Colin looked in the same direction that Johnny was looking but he was still trying to keep his cock locked in my cunt. "Don't worry about him, that's Dave, he just likes to watch courting couples, he won't come in too close."

Colin hooked his arms behind my legs and lifted them up high, pushing my knees against my ribs and then he began pounding away all over again, driving me on to ever higher climaxes. I was now watching Dave very closely, he was kneeling on Colin's blanket and he picked Colin's backpack up, holding it under his arm like some sort of camera, alternating between looking at us fucking and peering into the bag.

Colin fired his salvo into my pussy just in time, there was a huge noise from the woods above us, Colin jumped back, still shooting his spunk all over me, he flipped the front of his underpants up to cover his cock as best he could and then he threw the second blanket over my body. Ten seconds later eight cyclists barrelled out of the woods in some kind of wild downhill race. Johnny was fighting to get his Chino's back on before anyone on their bikes spotted all he was wearing were 'Y-fronts'.

Colin started to walk back to his own blanket, stopped and looked back at Johnny, "You should lick her out as soon as it's safe, you'll love eating a stranger's spunk out or your wife's cunt! It's the best food in the world!"

I managed to get dressed back in my bikini while still under the cover of the blanket, I turned down Johnny's request to take Colin's advice, our quiet rural hideaway had suddenly become the centre of the 'Tour-de-Corby' cycle race. I draped Ron's picnic blanket over my shoulders to hide most of my naked body as Johnny and I walked back to our car. As we walked back to the car Johnny asked if I still wanted to do the advert the following Sunday, I kissed him and told him that I was looking forward to it and to visiting Rockingham Park again in the future.

There was a little note under our windscreen wiper, it simply said, 'Look in http://xhamster.com/channels/new-public-1.html and search for Vicky tomorrow, love Colin'.

I did the advert for Johnny, it was filmed in HD-Video format, Greg had found a fat old woman and stuck a ratty old ginger wig on her head, she was dressed to look like a fifties housewife and standing behind a bar prop that had been built very quickly. There was a pyramid of cans behind the bar, all painted bright red with the word 'Beer' in yellow lettering on the front.

Five of Johnny's friends walked up to the woman and asked for beer, they paid and were handed one of the home made cans, they walked off drinking the beer, then Johnny walked up, he asked for a beer, the woman offered Johnny one of the cans, "No, not that one, I want probably the best beer on the planet please!"

The woman bent down behind the bar, a smoke bomb was fired off with a great flash and a bang and I stood up in my freshly washed bikini, it had shrunk a little in the wash but it still looked reasonably descent. Johnny took the can from my hands and then wrapped an arm around my waist and walked off rubbing my bottom with his hand.

The advert ran for twenty seconds but took us four hours to film it all. Johnny presented the video as an example to the brewery of what he could offer them as a marketing agent. They liked the video so much that they bought the advert from him to use as it was and they offered him a contract to film five other adverts along a similar theme but only if I was the star in each advert.

So when you see me on the TV, emerging out of a puff of smoke and handing my husband his can of beer, you can remember this little story and maybe, just maybe, keep a lookout for me and Johnny sunbathing on Rockingham Park Corby on the Eastern slope of Horse Close Clump!

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