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First Published: 14 May 2013

Accompanying Father-in-law
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, M/FF, F/F, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Incest

I was very new to the family; I had met them all, naturally. James's family were all reasonably sociable and although I had nothing in common with any of them, they all accepted me into the extended family. James was one of four boys in the family, his older brothers had both married some years earlier and his younger brother had a steady girlfriend. I hadn't really been James's girlfriend; I had worked for James in a large department store, in the warehouse. The warehouse manager had tried to get me to transfer to the shop floor as a counter assistant because he knew that the store was moving to, 'Just in Time' deliveries to help cut costs, he couldn't tell me that of course, he was going to be transferred to another store as manager and as I refused to go out on the shop floor, mainly because I was far too shy to work out in public, I found myself in the store manager's office, the first time I really met James.

I had an overly long interview with James, when he eventually told me that I had two choices, retrain as a sales assistant or redundancy, I was totally shocked, I had worked in the store since I left school at sixteen, so I had worked there for almost six years already and I expected to, like the rest of the staff there, work until I retired from the company. I had three months notice of my redundancy, I was allowed unlimited time off for job interviews but, as we were just entering the start of the recession there was little in the way of work about that didn't involve customer interaction in one way of another.

While I was in my final weeks of working at the store, James, the general manager had spoken to my mother; he asked her if he could ask me out, as my mother knew him so well, she readily accepted his request. Nothing was said to me of course. My mother picked me up from work on the last Friday that I was employed as she always did, our village having no direct public transport connection to Northampton where I worked. As soon as we got home, I took my shower as I always had to do because my job was so physical. When I got out of the shower I found my best dress laid out on my bed, that caused me some confusion, I preferred jeans and T-shirt after work.

My mother called up to me that I should get a move on as I was going out, I just assumed that she had used the wrong verb as I had never 'gone out' on my own, ever, my mother always accompanied me. I put the dress on and went down stairs just as the front doorbell sounded, I opened the door to James, the man who had wished me luck and shook my hand just an hour earlier as I left his employment.

I was more than surprised when my mother told me to have a good time and watched as James pulled me, by the hand, down the drive to his car. James took me to a posh restaurant out in the wilds of Northamptonshire and over a lovely meal and an expensive bottle of wine, James made an unusual proposition, he needed a housekeeper. James had trained as a Roman Catholic priest from a very young age but for some reason he hadn't taken up holy orders at the end of his training. James hadn't trained for pastoral work, he wasn't going to lead prayers in church, he had trained to work in the Bishops office, a business specialist and expert on the restoration of old building, such as churches and manses.

"I only need a housekeeper but because I'm not actually a priest, no one would believe that our relationship could be innocent, so I propose a more permanent arrangement, I'm offering to marry you but without the usual bedroom duties, we would have separate bedrooms and when people start to ask why we haven't had any children, I'll say that I have problems, an old Rugby injury or something."

I was totally shocked by James's offer and turned him down flat. My mother made it clear that she knew that James had asked to marry me and she started to apply pressure just as she had done over every moment of my life. Eventually I said yes to James just to get away from my mother and I took that opportunity to break all further contact with my mother.

There was a little complication over the wedding day, James's mother was of Greek extraction and she insisted on one of her old village customs being observed. The new bride had to prove her virginity on her wedding night by having her bloodstained nighty and bottom sheet provided for her new family's inspection. So, far from being a platonic marriage, I had to go to bed with James and let him consummate our marriage. To be honest, I didn't really know what it all entailed, what to expect from consummation, and in truth, the horror of it all was over in a fraction of a second, James was as violent as he could possibly be, tearing my body open to effect the maximum blood flow from the shortest possible contact.

We soon settled down to our arrangement, I cooked, cleaned, washed and ironed for James and he gave me money, my own space and for two years he didn't even enter my wing of the house. The house was amazing; it had been three labourers' cottages on a farm that James's parents had bought from its previous owners. There was a field path joining our house to my in-laws, I thought James's house had been impressive, six bedrooms, four reception rooms, office and swimming pool but his parent's house was like having James's house three times over.

James's father was in the Freemasons, he had been a member for many years and was now at the point where he expected to be 'Promoted' up the Masonic echelons, his only problem had been his wife, she was, like her son, a staunch Roman Catholic and as such was totally against Freemasonry, and she refused point blank to accompany him to any official functions, Ron was being held back, the answer was simple though, he just enlisted the help of his daughter's-in-law, even Simon, James's youngest brother, gave his girlfriend to his father a few times for 'Ladies night', the annual social event to thank members wives for their help over the previous year.

I had seen Mary, the wife of Ron's oldest son on Ron's arm just before I married James, she looked like a cat-walk model, she was dripping with jewels, wearing a top designer dress that showed off her perfect body. Mary looked more like a princess than the wife of a farmer's son from the Home Counties. I had been out for a walk and as I was about to join James's family I had chosen to walk past his parent's farm, just to be nosy.

Strangely, at the same time as I walked past, every one of Ron's workers had turned up, I had no idea that Ron gave his staff the use of the large barn at the side of his house for their annual party, the barn and funding for food and drink and while Ron went to his lodge, June 'hosted' the party.

I could see that they were all waiting outside just there to see which of his daughter's-in-law Ron had talked into accompanying him. When I saw Mary, I stopped dead in my tracks, Sid, the garage foreman spotted me and he came over, "That will probably be you next year girl!" I didn't answer but old Sid's comment snapped me out of my torpor and I wriggled past the men almost blocking the road as Ron and one of my future sisters-in-law climbed into the stretched limo.

I was five hundred yards down the road before Ron and Mary whispered past me in the chauffeur driven car, the smoked glass of the side window was down or I wouldn't have seen Ron and Mary engaged in a passionate kiss and one of Ron's hands on a very inappropriate part of his daughter-in-law's upper body.

Nothing had been mentioned about the social event the following day at Sunday lunch, Mary was there but without her husband, I got the feeling that as they got home so late, Mary had stopped over at Ron and June's house instead of going home and disturbing her husband's sleep. There was a lot of talk about our upcoming wedding though, both James and I had been very much left out of the arrangements, his mother was such an organised business woman that she had just taken over everything, including choosing my wedding dress and my trousseau. It seemed very funny to me that after that first glimpse of Masonic grandeur, I hadn't heard another word about it for the following eleven months.

I was at home; the postman had delivered James's mail. I say James's because nothing ever came for me through the post. I collected it all from the doorstep and placed it in James's study. I did the cleaning, the baking, washed, dried and ironed all of our clothes and was just about to have a sit down with a cup of fruit tea when the postman returned, he knocked the door and handed me a package, "Could you sign for this please? I've been round to Manor Farm but couldn't find anyone there to sign for the package; I knocked the door for ten minutes too." By way of proof, he showed me his bruised knuckles.

I signed the book and took the package in. I had finished all of my work and as it was a nice day, I popped my wellington boots on and took the field path between our house and James's parent's house.

I knocked at the kitchen door, there was no answer so I let myself in, slipped my boots off at the kitchen door and checked to see if the name on the package was Ron's or June's name, it could have been addressed to the property company, if so, that would have gone into June's study if it was for Ron or the farm machinery company, that would have gone to Ron's study and if it were for the farm, I would have to go through to the farm office at the far side of the house.

The package was in Ron's name and the address label had a compass and square logo at the bottom corner. I was on my way to Ron's study when I heard voices coming from Ron's den. I recognised that one of the voices was Ron's so I changed directions and went towards Ron's huge TV and snooker room.

I didn't knock the door as it was open a few inches; I peeked in, if Ron was in a business meeting I could always go to my original plan and pop the package on Ron's desk in his private study. I got the shock of my life when I looked in, Ron and Simon, James's younger brother were sitting on the sofa, Simon's girlfriend, Rebecca, was standing in just her bra and panties, she was stepping into self-support stockings, Ron stopped her, "Didn't you bring proper nylons?" "No, Simon prefers these." Ron went to his bathroom, a Jack and Jill bathroom between his den and his bedroom, when he returned he had a packet of old-fashioned RHT stockings, ultra sheer with a proper seam up the back, he also had a suspender belt that perfectly matched Rebecca's bra and thong set. Rebecca stood there with her back to Ron and he reached around her to fasten the suspender belt around her waist, after he fastened the clasp, he let the fingers of his left hand trail across the bear cheek of her left buttock, over the strand of dental floss that connected the front of her thong to the waistband at the back and on over her bare right buttock.

I was twenty three, five years older than Rebecca but I doubted that I would have the courage to wear lingerie like that, especially not in front of two men, especially if one was my boyfriend's father. I just stood there transfixed as Rebecca slipped her foot into the expensive stockings. It took her a while to get the toe and heel just right before paying the nylon tube up her leg, careful to keep the seam as straight as possible. Rebecca repeated the action for her other leg and as she did, Ron had switched the huge TV mounted on the wall on, he was showing pictures from previous years of the Masonic Ladies Nights, Mary was the first on screen, I remembered the way she was dressed the year before. There were dozens of pictures of Mary dancing with several of Ron's friends.

Then Sarah, Paul's wife, Paul was James's next oldest brother, Sarah was dressed equally as beautifully as Mary had been, Sarah and Mary could both have been professional models, again, lots of pictures of Sarah dancing with the same group of Ron's friends, the event was far more spectacular as it was the millennium event, then I spotted a very young looking Rebecca, as that was the 1999 social, Rebecca would only just have turned eighteen years old but again, she was dressed up like a model, again, she was dripping in gold and jewels and again, the same bunch of Ron's friends were draped all over her in the photographs.

Simon fetched a can of beer from the fridge for his father and himself, they both opened their cans and both took long pulls on the beer from the cans as Rebecca stepped into the first dress off of the mobile rack at the side of the sofa. "I thought that you were going to work on Isabella to accompany you this year dad!"

"I can't make up my mind about her yet, I need someone who knows what she's doing, I know that Rebecca won't run a mile the first time the Lodge's Grand Master touches her up while out on the dance floor!"

Rebecca had finished dressing, "What do you think Ron?"

Ron was silent, Simon chipped in, "Wrong colour for you, I think my dad had Isabella in mind when he picked that dress out."

Ron nodded his head, "Yes, try the next one dear."

So, Ron had bought me a dress to wear at the Mason's social night but had decided to ask Simon's girlfriend instead, but still it was interesting to see what Ron had in mind for me to wear. The dress was a red 'Peasant' style dress, very full skirting, knee length with a black leather, lace up waistcoat over the bodice, usually a peasant dress would capture the breasts, about equal to a half cup bra but this dress was scooped to below the breasts. It looked like a seventies topless dress, the kind you usually saw with a white polo-top under it, covering the points of interest, this dress had a fake blouse sewn into the front, white, very frilly and almost see through but not quite, with a drawstring neck so that the wearer could set how much was on display.

I'm sure the red and black of the dress would work well with my ginger hair, especially with the huge quantity of white lacy blousing between the chin and the low cut front. I shook my head, there was no way I would be seen out in public dressed like that. By the time I refocused on the room, Rebecca was dressed in a green cocktail dress, far simpler than the peasant dress and, it matched her colouring perfectly. Ron took her picture and 'threw it into the TV screen so that Rebecca could see what it looked like, she nodded her head as did both Simon and his father.

I slipped out of the house with the package still in my hands, Rebecca was changing into the third dress as I tiptoed back to the kitchen, there had been eight dresses on the rack and I guess that Rebecca would try them all on over the afternoon. When James got home from work I handed him the package, "I'll have dinner ready and on the table in thirty minutes, can you pop this around to your father?" James had to drive to his parent's house as he wouldn't be able to walk there and back in thirty minutes.

The following day, Ron turned up out of the blue, I saw him walking the field next to our house with James's oldest brother Ron junior, they were taking soil samples from several places over the field and then they turned up in my back garden, I had the door open before they got to it, "Hi Isabella, we need to do a few soil tests, can we use your kitchen? We could do with a coffee too if there is any going?"

My brother-in-law started to add chemicals to the soil samples while I made them both coffee, then, as the chemicals were changing colour, Ron asked if I could find a pen and some paper, I was asked to jot down what Ron told me to write, I leaned on the work surface and began to write down what I was told, Ron moved in close behind me and looked over my shoulder, "No, seven point five, not seventy-five!" Ron said over my shoulder, he was really, really close, his face almost touching mine, my eyes flicked over to my brother-in-law, he was watching his father closely and when he saw the look on my face, he smiled at me.

I managed to duck out from under Ron's arms as he pressed his lower body against my bottom, I handed Ron the sheet of paper and he used my phone to call the supplier to order the fertiliser that the field needed, he asked for five tons to be dropped off the next day.

I spotted Ron and two of his staff in the field, the field had a slight incline, Ron needed a quarter of a ton per acre on the field by the road, at the bottom of the hill, then half a ton per acre for the middle of the slope and a ton per acre at the top of the hill, once his men began to spread the fertiliser Ron walked down to the house, I already had three cups of coffee and a plate of biscuits on a tray.

Ron took the tray out to his men and returned to my kitchen, "Has James mentioned that he's away on Saturday and Sunday night?"

I shook my head, "He usually tells me on Friday night, is he away stocktaking?"

Ron took a sip of his coffee and then he nodded his head, "I think he's working in the Newcastle area, he's dropping a few things off at my parent's house for me while he's up there."

Ron spotted the newspaper and began to read the headlines, he said, almost casually as he flicked through the pages, "Do you have any plans for Saturday night yourself?" It crossed my mind that Rebecca might have changed her mind about going to the social with Ron on Saturday and he may just have been working around to asking me to go with him.

"No, I don't have any plans for Saturday night!" There was a long pause as Ron studied page three for the longest time, then as he flicked to page five, "June had to go to Greece at short notice and she was going to host the staff party on Saturday, I can't do it, I have a function to attend, would you be willing to look after the party for us so we don't have to cancel it?"

I was a little taken aback; I had become very excited at the prospect of going to the smartest function in Northampton's calendar, even if it meant dressing up in the 'tarty' dress that Ron and Simon both said would suite me more than Rebecca. I nodded my head, just as the tractor driver knocked on my back door with the tray in his hands, "Good news, tell everyone the party is still on for Saturday, Isabella has agreed to house sit for me, so tell everyone, no rowdiness' or there will be no party next year.

Ron kissed me on the cheek, "I'll come over and pick you up on Saturday afternoon."

"You don't need to do that; I can walk over the field path."

"No, I'll pick you up; you'll need an overnight bag, much better if I collect you in the car."

"Why will I need an overnight bag?"

"The party goes on way past two o'clock in the morning usually, far too late to be walking back home over the fields. My function usually goes on way past two am, so I need you to be here to lock up and make sure the alarm is set properly."

I was on edge for the rest of the day, when James got home, I put his dinner on the table for him and he told me that he would be away on Saturday and Sunday, he was going to Newcastle to stock take on a store in Sunderland, that closed every Sunday. "My dad asked me to stop over at my grandfather's house to make sure his house is ready for winter, see if he needs any of the exterior painting before the rain and snow hits."

Well, I thought to myself, no wonder Ron knew James would be away over the weekend, the stock take at James' stores could happen any time in the autumn quarter, so long as they were all finished by the end of November ready for the Christmas rush, James had set the Sunderland shop's stock take earlier because of James' concern for his grandparents.

I wasn't really into partying as a participant, never mind as a hostess, so I was on edge for the rest of the week until Saturday. James left the house quite early, in his boot was his painting kit, a large tin of white gloss paint and his overalls, he was planning on visiting the Sunderland shop on his way to Newcastle, tell the manager what he expected for Sunday morning's stock take before pushing on to his grandfather's house and see what of the external woodwork needed painting, with the hope of just touching the few bits up on Saturday afternoon, so that he didn't have to return on Sunday afternoon to finish off after stocktaking.

As soon as James left, I took my shower and wandered into the kitchen wrapped in a towel with my bathrobe on top, I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered the kitchen, I had expected the house to be totally empty but, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, was Ron. "I thought you were coming round this afternoon to pick me up."

"I had a window of opportunity this morning and some of the wives are coming over to use my kitchen to do the food, I need to leave you with a credit card in case they think of anything they have forgotten. One of the men will take you shopping to buy whatever is needed, within reason."

I quickly packed my overnight bag and was just about to get dressed, I pulled the belt fastening my bathrobe but before I let it fall open and expose my naked body to the air I looked towards the bedroom door, I had closed it but now it was open an inch or two, I walked to the door and spotted Ron beating a hasty retreat down the passage. Ron had been peeping at me, hoping to see me naked, just that thought caused me to shiver with excitement. I chose a simple white bra, a plane white T-shirt with slightly scooped neckline, white cotton panties and blue jeans to wear. I also chose white trainer socks and black trainers.

Ron drove me to his house, he carried my overnight bag to one of the many spare rooms in the house, "If anyone needs a swimming costume, there are plenty of spares in the pool room, they are all clean."

"Why would anyone need a swimming costume?"

"The party will start out as a barn dance in the machine barn but usually ends up with everyone in the pool, I've had the heater on all week to get it up to temperature and tomorrow I'll be emptying the water and laying the pool up for the autumn."

I spent the afternoon helping the wives of Ron's staff prepare the food for the party, then I helped to set up the barn, saw horses with scaffold planks covered in banquet roll to place the food on, the floor had been pressure washed the day before because the barn was usually used to store the machinery that all farms used sporadically through the year, the kind that often dripped oil or grease onto the floor. I asked if the hay wain was going to be pulled out of the barn before the party but was told that it was to be the stage for the musicians to perform on.

The men carried hundreds of straw bales into the barn; some were stacked in front of the hay wain to act as steps and as a safety feature in case the fiddle player got carried away and fell off of the four foot high platform. Other bales were placed across the ends and the rear of the impromptu stage for the same reason. The rest of the bales were used as seating and tables around the outside of the room.

The party started after Ron and Rebecca left for the Masonic Lodge, just like the previous time, everyone was waiting outside to see Ron and his guest leave the house and step into the limo, as the chauffer rolled forward, Ron wound down the window and called me over, he and Rebecca were sitting close together in the back of the car and as I leaned in the open window, Rebecca pulled the hem of her dress down, covering Ron's hand which was resting on her upper thigh, "Rebecca has left you a present in your room, you should change into it before the party starts, the staff like to have a 'focal' point to look at as they party, and there is a present from me too, in a small velvet covered box."

The limo slipped out of the farmyard as silent as a whisper, the last sight I saw as the car turned out onto the open road was Ron, slipping his tongue into Rebecca's mouth as she caressed his face. As the staff and their family sauntered through to the barn at the side of the farm house, I went to the room I would be sleeping in, the dress that I had seen Rebecca try on earlier in the week was laid out on the bed, it looked so beautiful and innocent, just laying flat on the bed but I knew that on my body it would look far less the 'elegant evening gown' and far more the 'prostitutes uniform'.

I was still looking at the dress on the bed when there was a knock at the door, the door opened before I could answer it, Sid, the elderly garage foreman walked in the room carrying a tray, "The boss told me to get these from the office safe for you to wear", he lifted the lid of the tray and I gasped as I saw a white gold, diamond and ruby jewellery set, a necklace, ear rings and delicate white gold wrist watch with diamond encrusted face and diamond and ruby wristband. "Ron said the white gold would go with your complexion and the rubies with your hair and they'll set your dress off lovely."

I looked back at the dress on the bed, then it dawned on me that Sid had knocked and walked straight in; he had probably heard my father-in-law tell me to change before the party. I thought about it for a moment, if I had walked in and started to change straight away, I would have been in my underwear when Sid walked in. "You need a hand with anything?" Sid had a bit of a disappointed look on his face but after asking me if I needed a hand, he had a cheeky look on his face.

I took the jewellery tray and ushered Sid from the room, then confusion hit me, Ron had told me he had left me a little gift in a velvet covered box! I had expected that to be some kind of jewellery but as he had left me a fill set to wear, why would he give me a present of jewellery too?

I stood in the middle of the room and scanned around for a velvet covered box, I was expecting something small and expensive looking, it took a second scan, still nothing, then I noticed my overnight bag had been put on top of a purple box that was almost as big as my overnight bag and that box was on top of the dressing table.

I lifted my bag; the lid of the box had the word 'Velvet' printed on top of it in black. I quickly opened the box; on top was a red leather basque with suspenders hanging down from the bottom of it, I picked the basque up and looked at it, half cup with a black lace frill highlighting the top of the cup. The basque was exactly the right size for me, then I noticed the thong, just a lace triangle with three strings as thin as boot laces that were the waistband and what was laughingly called the back. Under the thong, a pair of expensive black, very sheer, seamed stockings with reinforced heel and toe.

I started to pull my T-shirt over my head but stopped, I went to the bedroom door and Sid was waiting in the passageway, "Do you want something Sid?"

"Erm, I was just coming to tell you that we're all ready to start the party, you have to read a little welcome message from Ron to kick things off."

"Okay!"

I began to walk out of the bedroom, Sid looked horrified, "No, you are the hostess, you have to get dressed up, we'll wait while you get ready!"

I stepped back into the bedroom, as I started to pull my T-shirt off I stopped again, there was no lock on the door, so I pulled the chair in front of the door. I stripped out of my T-shirt and jeans and stood there in my white underwear, looking at the dress on the bed. If I put the dress on, at least two inches of bra cup would be on show as well as the straps.

Don't ask me why but suddenly a shiver ran through my whole body and I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I had to move quickly before I chickened out and put my usual clothes back on. I finished stripping off and stepped into the thong, as I looked at the fringe of wild strawberry hair that poked out in all directions around the tiny triangle of black lace.

I had to put the basque on back to front to fasten the row of tiny hooks and eyes up, then turn the basque around with a great deal of difficulty. I could have left it fastened the way it was, my body wasn't a bad shape but I began to tighten the lacing up the front to pinch my waist in and kind of push what was left up a little, I managed to make my thirty-six 'C' cup bust look like thirty-eight 'DD'.

I had a little struggle to get my stockings up my legs as I hadn't shaved them in some time but I managed it eventually. I had put off looking at myself in the mirror on the back of the wardrobe door until I finished fastening the snaps on the basque's suspenders. Even though the picture I was looking at wasn't perfect, it still made me shiver and I felt moisture building up between my legs. What was wrong? What was missing?

Sid knocked on the bedroom door again, "Are you ready yet?" as he called out, I spotted on the floor in front of the mirror, exactly where I would be looking if I had dressed the way that Ron had wanted me too, a pair of black, patent leather, six inch spike heeled shoes and they were lined up perfectly with my feet as I stood there. The shoes were ridiculously high and a half size too big for me but I still slipped my feet into them and fastened the strap.

I slipped the dress on and set the neck string to show off as much of my shoulders as I dare, that was mainly so that the fake blousing was ruffled to hide the bright red and black lace of my basque. I really needed to do my hair and makeup but I didn't have time, I did remember to put the jewellery on though and even though it was only on loan for the evening it still made me feel like a million dollars as I tottered out of the bedroom and Sid caught my arm.

Sid escorted me into the barn to a cacophony of applauds and cheers. I tried to get free of Sid's arm but he kept a tight hold on me and dragged me up onto the back of the hay wain and introduced me over the microphone and then he handed me a sheet of paper to read, again over the microphone. My personal vision of hell was to stand up in public and talk with everyone looking at me. I took a deep breath and read the speech that Ron had written for me.

When I finally got down off of the 'stage' my face was as red as the rubies in my jewellery. I hadn't planned on taking part in the barn dance but I wasn't allowed to get away to the darkened corner of the barn that I had scoped out for myself to hide in.

The band started to play, they had a caller and they also had four professional dancers who did a demonstration dance while the caller told us what they were doing and what he would be calling then I was grabbed by one of the older men and we all followed the professional dancers in the massive open space.

When I had dressed in the sexy clothing I had become very excited, very turned on but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of dancing with just a strand of dental floss strung across my clitoris and a mature man's arms folding over me and experienced, eager hands, touching me as no other man had ever done in my life before.

The only person who wasn't dancing was Sid, he stood back, a pint of cider in his hand and he seemed to be following me around the room with his eyes. The man who had grabbed me first was one of the young salesmen from Ron's farm machinery business. At the end of the first dance, I saw Sid talking to one of his youngest mechanics; he was still an apprentice so he was under twenty-one years old. One of the farm laborious cane to take my hand as I was trying to weave my way off of the dance area but the garage apprentice beat him too it and pulled me back to the floor.

Sid watched again, his eyes were almost burning into me he was studying me so closely.

"I'm Gavin!"

"I know you are, I've seen you around!"

"You're married to one of Ron's Sons aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm married to James."

"Is he the Pope ......? Sorry, I didn't mean to say that!"

I giggled a little, yes, he's the one they call the Pope.

Something dawned on me, dancing with Gavin wasn't turning me on nearly as much as dancing with the older man had, even though Gavin was touching me in almost exactly the same way that the older man had. I looked over towards Sid, he had a smile on his face and he was nodding his head.

The professional dancers were very well choreographed but they looked like mere amateurs compared to the choreography that Sid was performing in directing the men who were choosing me to dance with at each new tune. Apart from Gavin, every man I danced with was older than me and from Dance two onwards, the men who danced with me took more and more liberties in how they held me and where they touched me.

After five dances the band called a halt for forty-five minutes so that we could all get to the food, Sid came in like a shark and snatched me away from under the noses of three of the younger men that were there, sons of older workers, young men who had been watching their father's dancing with me and touching me up so they thought that they stood a chance as I was closer to their own age.

Sid escorted me to the food table and we walked the length of the buffet ahead of the rest of the guests, the darkened corner that I had wanted to hide in was where Sid guided me to, there was a table there that hadn't been there when I helped to set the room out, a real table, small, just a four seater and it had been placed with just two dining chairs next to each other. Someone turned two of the lighting bays off so that the barn went very dark; candles in bottles were lit and placed on every table but Sid blew our candle out.

I was using both hands to eat my finger food but Sid was using only his left hand, after two minutes, his right hand slipped under the table and found my knee. My body jerked as if I had been hit by a bolt of electricity. Sid's hand was on top of my dress and he squeezed my leg through my dress, then I felt the hem of my dress being dragged up over my knee and Sid's hand was back on my knee again and this time there was just my sheer stockings between his hand and the flesh of my knee.

I began to shiver a little as Sid rubbed his hand up and down my leg a little, when his fingertips passed the tops of my stocking and reached the bare flesh beyond the shiver had changed into a full body quake.

When the music started again I got a sudden feeling of being let down but I was grateful to the band for choosing that moment to start the second half, I was trying to stand up but Sid pressed me down again. One of the young men came over to ask me to dance with him but Sid dismissed him. The trembling suddenly returned and I felt so hot, both ways as it happened, I knew my face was bright red, the young man asked me if I was alright, Sid said, "She's not feeling very well, I'm going to take her for a little fresh air!"

Sid grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, the barn was full of reeling men and women, there were a few of the workers children there too, they were practicing the dances too, taking advantage of the demonstration dance by the professionals. I was dragged around the outside of the room and through the door, out into the farmyard.

Sid pushed me against the back wall of the barn; I could feel the vibration of the music through my back. Sid pushed his knee between my legs and I parted my ankles, he clamped his lips over mine and began to kiss me. He rubbed his right hand all over my upper body and while his left hand began to pull the bottom of my dress up, his right hand pulled the bow on the neckline tie and he pulled the front of the blousing material down until my basque was exposed.

Sid's mouth slipped off of my lips and down over my cheek, down my neck and over my décolletage and onto my breasts, he even lifted my breasts clear of the top of my basque to give his lips free access to my nipples, his left hand was searching beneath my dress to find my panties and pull the flimsy material to one side, two strong fingers digging between my legs and finding my cunt soaking wet.

"The boss asked me to check you out to see if you'd be ready to help him get his promotion later on tonight. It feels to me like you're well ready."

Sid went back to kissing me and feeling my breasts while he used his fingers to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. I know that people say that, mind-blowing, very casually but not me, at that moment in my life I had never actually had an orgasm, so feeling my first one while standing, my back pressed against the back of my father-in-law's barn by Sid, one of the senior men in my father-in-law's business definitely counted as mind-blowing.

Sid got his cock out of his trousers and rubbed it against my pussy mound, I almost passed out with the excitement of the situation, I even lifted my foot and put it up on the cross bar of split rail drag harrow that had been moved out of the barn for the night, to help Sid get his cock into me, "Sadly girl, Ron's given me strict instructions that I can't fuck your pussy tonight, because if you are willing, he'll be needing you after the Masons dinner."

Sid reached for my hand and pulled it down to his cock; he made me curl my fingers around his shaft and encouraged me to rub my hand up and down his cock, he was kissing me, masturbating me with his left hand and massaging my tits with his right hand, I wasn't ready for him exploding into my hand and at the precise moment that he fired off his cock's eye was looking directly at my panties.

Sid deposited so much spunk over my knickers that I had to take them off before going back into the barn with him. I didn't know where the hell to put my soaking wet panties so I hung them on a nail in the outside wall of the barn.

Sid handed me over to Greg, one of the farm labourers, and told me to dance with him; we had to pick up the 'jig' without the benefit of watching the professional's demonstration but we made a good fist of it. If I had been turned on by the way I was dressed earlier in the evening, that was nothing to the way I felt dancing with no panties on. Sid was giving my partner hand signals, telling him to spin me a little more vigorously at the point where I had to do the twirl at the end of the step sequence.

Eventually I was spinning so wildly that I was becoming dizzy and I knew for certain that anyone sitting down, like Sid was, would see my ginger bush flashing into view as my dress sailed up in the air. The second dance set didn't have any rapid twirling which Sid didn't appreciate much, it was basically one of those dances where you walk up, stamp twice, then walk halfway back, stamp, side step, stamp twice and set off forward again, the dance was more in what you were doing with your hands and arms, how you linked in with your partner and the way you bent and bowed.

I was really getting into dancing with just the partner that Sid had given me to, so I began to get used to how he danced when the caller announced that the next dance was the last for the evening. I checked the expensive watch on my wrist, it was only ten o'clock, seemed a little disappointing to me to finish so early.

After the last dance, while the band were packing their instruments away and having a final drink, I stayed with them, after all, I had to pay them for the evening, while I was waiting, the room basically emptied of all of Ron's staff, just me, Sid and the Greg were left in the barn. Sid was sitting at the small table in the darkened corner of the barn and I was led over to him, Sid invited Greg to sit down, leaving me standing but not for long, I was pulled down onto Greg's knee.

Sid pulled the hem of my dress up until my stocking tops were on display, I felt Greg's chin over my shoulder as he looked down at the white flesh above my stockings. Sid looked Greg in the eye, then he nodded down to my thighs, Greg reached around my body and started to caress my legs, as he did, he was easing my dress up ever higher, Sid was playing with his mobile phone when it went off. Not a phone call, a text message, Sid read it and smiled.

"Your father-in-law has just delivered the loyal toast, not significant in of itself but this is his lodge's most important day, the Grandmaster from the parent lodge will be there and it's almost guaranteed that Ron will get some post on the council, perhaps even keeper of the great seal, who knows."

I felt Greg's fingers ruffling through my pubic hair, he eased my dress even higher so that Sid could see my ginger bush, Sid once again pulled at the chord holding the fake blouse closed over my chest and he pulled it right down to expose most of my tits, suddenly he snapped a photograph of my exposed body with the labour's hands all over me.

Sid's thumbs were flashing back and forth over the on-screen keyboard, Greg new that Sid was about to press the reply button on the phone to send the photograph of Greg and me to my father-in-law. "I'm not going to get into trouble for this am I Sid?" Greg asked nervously. Sid just shook his head and carried on writing his text before pressing the send button.

Greg's fingers were just rubbing back and forth over my pussy mound, playing in the tangled strawberry patch of hair covering my sex, Sid nodded his head at Greg, trying to give him a kind of signal, Greg shook his head, Sid nodded with more emphasis, more force, then Sid reached out and grabbed my knees and pulled them wide apart, "Go on!"

Greg began to move his right hand further down over my pussy mound and he pushed two fingers up my cunt while his left hand began to fondle my tits. Sid snapped another picture on his mobile phone. It was Greg that was driving me through my orgasm with his fingers but it was Sid's eyes I was looking into as I tipped over the edge.

One of the women who worked in Ron's farm machinery sales office came in and stopped short when she saw the three of us in the corner; it wasn't very easy to see exactly what the three of us were up too, but she could definitely see me sitting on Greg's knee and that my tits were definitely out and under Greg's hand and that whatever was happening lower down, Sid seemed to be filming it on his mobile phone.

Sid looked over at her, "What can we do for you Peggy?"

"They were wondering if someone could go in the house and put some music on around the pool?"

"Yes in a minute,"

Peggy was about to go and I breathed a sigh of relief until Sid stopped, "Peggy, is that bikini new?"

The woman stopped and turned around coyly, "It's one from the pool room, it's a bit too small for me really!"

Sid looked at me, then back at her, "Why don't you come over here and let me see?" Peggy walked over to us, if she had any doubts about what Greg was doing to me from the other side of the barn she lost any confusion when she stood at Sid's side and looked down at Greg's fingers exploring inside my body.

Sid rubbed his hands all over Peggy's body, Peggy was in her late forties, she had a swimsuit model's body and taught skin, I thought, 'I can only hope that I'm half that pretty and half that sexy looking when I'm her age.'

Sid unzipped his trousers and pulled Peggy's bikini bottoms to one side, he pulled her around so that she was facing me and then he pulled her down onto his cock, Sid wasn't fucking Peggy as much as she was bouncing up and down on Sid's cock, her bikini top was pulled off and her tits bounced wildly as she tried to get Sid off as quickly as possible. I reached an orgasm just from watching Sid and Peggy perform.

Peggy was a little worried at how long it was taking to get Sid off, "My husband will be looking for me any minute, you know he doesn't trust me when you're around. Just the mention of Peggy's husband possibly catching her and Sid fucking made Sid shoot off into her. As she stood up, Sid pulled the gusset of her swimsuit bottoms and patted the material up against her leaking cunt. Peggy walked off just holding her bikini top in her hand, just as if she had forgotten that she needed to put it back on.

Sid sat there with his rapidly shrinking cock, glistening with the lubricant from Peggy's cunt and his own copious amounts of semen, in fact as his cock shrank down, a worm of his spunk started growing out of his little eye. Sid reached over and pulled my head to his crotch, "Here, get down and clean me up!" My face was crushed against Sid's corduroy trousers and my mouth forced down on his cock. "Suck it clean girl and mind your teeth."

Sid made me suck his cock clean and then lick his balls too, "Greg, you want to use her mouth; after all you have given her a lot of pleasure in the last two hours." Sid pulled me off of Greg's knee, he made me kneel on the floor, I had to open Greg's trousers and ferret in his underpants to get his hard cock out, then I was made to clean his cock with my hand and Sid 'Taught' me how to suck a man properly to help him cum in the best possible way for him.

It took me twenty minutes to get Greg off and swallow all of his seed, the three of us walked out to the side of the pool and those that were still there at eleven o'clock were being very raucous and rowdy in the pool. Disco music was blaring our from the poolside speakers, I noticed that most of the men were naked in the water and all the women were at least topless. Several of the women I knew were married to men that were in the pool with them were kissing and fondling men who weren't their husbands, it was like one large orgy.

Greg stopped Sid, "Should we move the bales around in the barn, you know, like we did three years ago when June was away?" "Yes, but this time we'll take the covers off of the poolside loungers and cover the bales with them."

I watched as Sid and Greg moved straw bales around, they laid them out in blocks that were roughly six foot square, then Greg left the barn and came back with an arm full of thick sponge lounger covers, there were enough to make up six platforms, then Sid turned the music down a little and announced that the barn was open for use again.

I watched as couples started pairing up, not one of them were married to the person they walked off with hand in hand. Eight couples walked over to the barn and two walked back to slip into the water once again. Sid turned off all the pool lights, just left a few low level walkway lights on, then he took my hand and led me into the house and on to the bedroom that I was using.

"It's ten to midnight so we need to get you ready. Strip off for me." To this day I'm still not sure why I did it but as I had relinquished control all night to Sid I just did as he told me to. While I was undressing Sid was in the wardrobe, for some reason, Sid had brought out a single trouser leg that seemed to be made out of black spandex. "It's supposed to be one size fits all, I do hope it goes over your huge tits okay."

I was totally naked when I stepped into what was supposed to be a sheath dress. I doubted that it would ever fit me as I had difficulty just getting it up over my legs. Sid had to help me to pull the dress up over my hips and breasts. The dressing table in the bedroom had a complete beauty parlour in its draws. Sid told me how to pin my hair up, I would never have done it that way myself but with Sid's guidance I managed to make quite a good job of it.

Sid also told me how to make up my face, I was never big on make-up, the last time I had a little make op on my face was on my wedding day. There was the sound of heavy rubber on the gravel in front of the farm house, Sid said, "You'd better go and answer the front door, take the man through to Ron's study, I'll be out in the barn if you need me again tonight."

I opened the front door to a very distinguished looking elderly man, probably around seventy years old, he had a full head of silver-grey hair, he was wearing an expensive dinner jacket with dress shirt and black bow tie, he had a very ornate 'chain of office' around his neck. "I'm Benjamin Howe, Ron told me to meet him here for a drink."

I invited him in and directed him through to Ron's den. "Would you like me to get anything for you?"

I was asked for a Rye Whiskey and dry ginger with ice. Ron had a very extensive wet bar in his den, five different kinds of Rye, "You have any 'Old Overholt'?" There was an unopened bottle on top of the bar.

I mixed his drink and handed it to him, the music from the poolside speakers was just about making it through to Ron's den, as no one was looking after the hi-fi the disco music had finished and a CD of Waltz music was playing. "Do you dance my dear?" I was taken aback a little by the question, I didn't dance, I had spent two hours dancing to country or line dance or even barn dance music, I think the group had played all three genres of that kind.

"Not really, just learned a few dances earlier tonight at the barn dance."

"Come here, I'll teach you how to do a simple Waltz."

I allowed Ben to pose me and at the start of a bar, he talked me slowly through the basic steps, within minutes we were actually dancing the Waltz together. I felt Ben's hand that had started against the small of my back had wandered upwards, he was trying to feel if I had a bra on and as soon as I realised that, my nipples stood right out, proving that wasn't wearing a bra.

Ben smiled when he saw my nipples suddenly stand out, and as soon as he spotted that sign, his hand began to wander back down, passing it's starting point and heading further south to my bottom. He used his fingertips to gently and very carefully map out the area that the waistband of a pair of panties may be found. Ben's grin widened when he realised that not only was I braless but I was also commando too.

Ben was just starting to get a little bolder; he had pulled me against him, thrusting his lower abdomen against my belly, just to prove to me that he had a weapon in his pants and was ready to use it.

The door to Ron's den suddenly opened and Rebecca walked in, "Hi Mr. Howe, are you being looked after?"

"Perfectly well thank you Rebecca."

A new Waltz was just starting, Rebecca gave a theatrical twirl, "Oh, a Waltz, I love to Waltz, may I cut in please?"

Rebecca took my place in Ben's arms and went off Waltzing around the room. I sat on a barstool to watch the two of them dancing. As I watched them, the lights seemed to dim almost imperceptibly over the length of the dance.

Ron came up behind me and rested his hand on the small of my back, then he kissed me on the cheek. He whispered, "Sid did a great job of getting you ready tonight, he taught you a lot in such a short time." Ron kissed me again, this time, not on the cheek, his lips covered my lips and his tongue worked its way into my mouth.

Rebecca danced Ben over to where Ron and I were standing kissing. I mixed Ben another drink, I made Rebecca and Ron a drink too, then Ron almost handed me over to Ben, "Look after the girls for me Ben while I wind up the party out in the barn."

Rebecca gestured over towards the sofa, "Would you like to get a little more comfortable Mr. Howe?"

"Please, and please call me Ben."

Rebecca grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the barstool, we were a step or two behind Ben as he walked over to the sofa, Ben sat right in the centre of the long, leather, sofa, Rebecca pushed me so that I went round to the right of Ben and she went to the left, as we sat down, Ben slipped his arms out so that as we sat down his arms were behind our backs and his hands caught us both on the sides of our buttocks.

Ben pulled Rebecca and me as close as he could, we were both wearing Lycra so we both slid easily on the highly polished surface of the sofa. Ben kissed Rebecca first and then he kissed me. Ron returned a few minutes later, he took in the scene, "Right, the Jacuzzi is free and up to temperature if anyone would like to relax out there. Rebecca invited Ben to join her and she helped him up from the sofa and walked off holding his hand.

Ron held me back, then he took me to where we could watch Rebecca and Ben out at the Jacuzzi. "Watch Rebecca, she's a pro at this now." As I watched Rebecca dancing around the Jacuzzi Ron began to rub his hands all over my body. Rebecca unfastened Ben's bow tie and started to undo his shirt. Ron was pulling the Lycra sheath down over my tits and then struggled to get the dress over my hips.

Rebecca had Ben's shirt off and then his vest before she pulled her own dress off; all she had on was her thong, stockings and suspender belt. I watched as Rebecca pulled Ben's trousers down and then she unsnapped her suspender belt from her stockings and rolled them down, I was naked and shaking like a leaf, Ron was exploring every inch of my body with his hands and his mouth and just at the point where I was sure he was going to actually fuck me he pulled up short. Ben was naked and in the Jacuzzi with Rebecca who was also naked.

"Right, it's Two o'clock, I want you to go and help Rebecca give Ben the night of his life, whatever he wants, do it for him or to him."

I had to walk out across the yard, totally naked, Ben and Rebecca were kissing and Ben's fingers were exploring Rebecca's cunt. When I stepped into the water, both Rebecca and Ben looked over at me and Ben pulled me to them and one hand was in Rebecca's lap and the other hand was exploring my cunt.

Ben whispered something in Rebecca's ear; she giggled and then grabbed my hand and pulled me to her side. Rebecca kissed me on the lips, then she whispered in my ear, "He wants to watch a little girl on girl action, the dirty old bugger." Rebecca began to make love to me in the water, then we were on the side of the pool, Rebecca got me on my back, my body just inches from Ben's face and she dipped her head between my legs and blew my mind with an earth shattering orgasm. Rebecca climbed out of the pool and straddled my face, she humped herself off on my face, I think it was more fake than real orgasm but Ben liked it.

At ttree o'clock the three of us stumbled into Ron's king-sized bed together and Ben went from one cunt to the other, he fucked Rebecca for a minute first, then just before he climaxed, he switched to fucking me. That went on for over an hour, both Rebecca and I sucked Ben's cock and I let him fuck between my tits, and at four-fifteen Ben finally climaxed into Rebecca's cunt and then he went home, as soon as he left the house, Ron popped into bed with Rebecca and I and we all fucked together for the rest of the night.

Rebecca cooked breakfast while I dressed in my boring old clothes, Ron and Rebecca both ate their breakfast still totally naked and as I walked back home I left Ron and Rebecca fucking all over again.

I trudged the field path home, I had left my overnight bag for Ron to drop off later, I was walking on air all the way home, as Ron kissed me goodbye, he told me that I would be helping him a lot in the future and that I would be accompanying him to the next important function and he booked me for his next Masonic dinner as well.

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