Each of the options spoke volumes about what I wanted from the evening, I knew exactly what I wanted, SEX at that moment it didn't matter who from, how or where but I knew that I was turned on.

I really did like Robert and he really was in my mind often when my husband fucked me and I wasn't feeling so uncomfortable because Robert was here, we had often sat together of an evening, the three of us chatting together, usually though, I knew what was happening, I was sitting on my comfy chair, I was dressed and Johnny hadn't spent six or seven weeks banging on about his friends being with us as we fucked, watching, filming or photographing us. No, it was last night that was to blame for my discomfort, Johnny had altered his fantasy while he was fucking me, from his friends in general watching us, to Robert, specifically, fucking me while Johnny was the one watching. And now, less than twenty-four hours later, here I was, in my pyjamas, in a darkened room, with, what passed for erotic music playing, and Johnny, sitting on my seat, watching Robert sitting on the sofa and me, standing behind Robert, my mind in turmoil.

Track three had started playing on the Hi-Fi, I had been standing pondering my situation for much too long, even that was saying volumes, I asked myself a serious question, 'If Johnny and Robert had something planned between them, would I really mind it happening? If Johnny had a plan in his mind but hadn't let Robert in on it then nothing would happen, I didn't even know if Robert fancied me!' Then I realised that this could all be innocent, it could all be my own febrile mind, adding two and two together to make six.

I noticed that the boy's glasses were empty and it spurred me into movement at least. I collected both glasses and wandered off into the kitchen, Johnny followed me, "Any chance of a sandwich or some nibbles darling?" he asked from just inside the doorway, then he came over and whispered, "Any chance of you not wearing the dressing gown when you come back in the living room?" I had the sharp bread knife in my hand, I pointed the tip at Johnny, and whispered, "What have you got planned?" Johnny feigned shock as he repeated, "Planned!" Then his face broke into a lecherous grin before whispering, "If you NEED to wear the dressing gown, any chance of changing out of your pyjamas and putting a nighty on under it, or nothing at all under it!" I was standing now with my hands on my hips, Johnny had 'telegraphed' what he had on his mind in that statement, I had my, 'I'm getting a little pissed off with this!' Look on my face, "Robert isn't sure that you would be willing to go along with anything if it happened to come up, he'd really like it too though!"

I knew that I could have refused or even ask Johnny to let me have my own chair but I decided to go with the flow. Johnny took the beers in while I finished off the sandwiches, I put them onto two plates, I thought about Johnny's request, 'Did I want something to happen?' The answer to that was definitely YES! I was definitely ripe for sex and if Johnny wanted to try to open things up and it was with a man that I already fantasised about, that was all to the good. If Robert didn't actually want to do anything, the more turned on Johnny was, the better I would get fucked after Robert went home, 'Win, Win!' In my books!

I slipped out of my dressing gown and then reappraised the situation, walking back into the living room in my pyjamas after already putting on my dressing gown seemed a little too obvious to me, I searched through the laundry basket, one of my almost see-through nighties was in there, I slipped out of my pyjamas and then stopped, I was flooding I was so turned on, I had to wipe myself dry between my legs, what the hell, Johnny had suggested nothing at all under my dressing gown so I did just that, I slipped my dressing gown back on.

The gown was reasonably heavy silk, its only fastening was the belt and it was knee length and very full, so if Johnny was wrong about Robert, at least I wouldn't have made a fool of myself, the dressing gown would provide plenty of protection for my body if need be!

I made sure that the front overlap of the dressing gown was pulled as far over as possible, just so that nothing 'peaked' out as I walked into the living room, I didn't want any accidents with both hands full. I took a few deep breaths before forcing myself into the living room.

I handed Johnny his sandwich and he pulled me down to kiss me and whisper a 'Thank you!' As I bent forward for the kiss the front of my dressing gown fell open slightly, exposing most of my breasts to my husband, I used my free hand to 'pop' myself back in before turning to Robert, Johnny may have had a grin on his face when he realised that I hadn't replaced my pyjamas with my nighty but had taken his second option.

I took another deep breath and then turned towards Robert, if Johnny had a 'Cheshire Cat' grin on his face; Robert's grin was even wider. I handed Robert his sandwich and then sat at the side of him on the sofa, the 'naff' instrumental music was still playing away in the background, almost 'invisible' as the sexual tension's volume was so high.

Robert ate his sandwich really fast and drank his second glass of beer, the tune changed, Robert sat up slightly, "This is the one, this is the track I'd use if I were going to make a film!" Johnny put his sandwich down on the plate, "Yes, it sounds good, you could dance to this track easily or do other things to it as well!" Johnny laughed at his own comment and Robert turned to me, "Could you?" I must have missed something, "Could I what?" "Dance to that track, or other things?" I felt my face colour up, "It's a good track, has a good beat, it would be easy to dance to that tune!"

Johnny and Robert looked at each other, I couldn't see what Robert was mouthing over to my husband but I could see that he was asking a silent question of my husband, Johnny's eyes flicked over to me and then back to his friend and Johnny nodded his head before picking his sandwich up again and taking a bite.

Robert jumped to his feet, his movement was so abrupt that it took me by surprise, "Come on then!" Robert said as he got to his feet, he walked behind the sofa and started the track over again. "Come on, there's plenty of room back here, I looked over the back of the sofa, before I left the room to make the refreshments and of course to change at Johnny's request, there had been a table and four chairs, now there was just a space. I looked at Johnny and he gave me an awkward grin. God those boys could work fast when the payment was something tempting!

I looked back at Robert, he was beckoning for me to join him behind the sofa, he pressed the track reset button again. I had to get up or Robert would play that crappy track over and over until I did. I joined Robert and he took a hold of me in the traditional dance pose, we did a simple box step, there was more room behind the sofa but not a lot more, it was no dancehall.

After that track ended, Robert moved his hand from the small of my back and slid it down over my bottom, then he let go of my hand so that he could put his other hand on the back of my head. I just let my arm fall to my side as Robert pulled my head towards his. Just before he kissed me he turned me so that my back was towards Johnny, I would usually close my eyes if I kissed Johnny but as Robert's lips touched mine I only half closed my eyes, I saw Robert wink at Johnny.

The kiss lasted a long two minutes and as we kissed Robert moved his hips so that his left leg was between my legs, this moved his crotch so that it was pressing against the back of my hand and I felt Johnny's hot breath on the back of my neck as he moved in close behind me, then I felt his hand touch my hand and turn it so that my palm was now covering Roberts cock. As my fingers closed around Robert's, rather large, cock his tongue pressed against my lips and forced their way in between.

Johnny's hand was now between my shoulder blades and he was pushing me into Robert, as he did Robert began to roll his hips so that his cock ran up and down in my closed hand. Johnny began to gently massage my shoulders and back and he kissed the back of my neck, then he started to pull at the tie that was holding my dressing gown closed. I had double knotted the tie but Johnny hadn't spotted that fact, eventually he had pulled the tie so much that the knot was at the back and he just used both hands to undo it.

I knew what he was doing but I didn't object or try to stop him as I was busy unzipping Roberts fly to let his cock out and my mother had told me never to talk with my mouth full. Johnny had the belt open and he threw it over the back of the sofa, Robert's hand left my bottom for a split second, his hand swept past the front of my dressing gown and returned to my bottom, this time, bare hand against bare bottom.

Now my eyes were actually closed, half of my body was exposed to Robert's eyes, he lost interest in kissing me, he was standing back slightly, looking down my body, one breast exposed and one covered, as my hand rubbed up and down Robert's cock shaft, my ginger bush kept peeping out from under the coral pink of my silk dressing gown, "Lovely!" Robert said each time my bush popped into view.

Johnny was looking around my body to see my hand rubbing up and down his friends cock, Johnny either got overly excited or over eager because he put his hand on my bare thigh and began to push me sideways so that my body lined back up with Robert's again. I felt the head of Robert's cock drag across my belly, leaving a wet trail as it went across my dressing gown.

When Robert was finally lined up with me, I began to rub his cock head in my ginger bush as I slowly masturbated him, I had to go up on the tips of my toes to do it but it felt so good I endured the discomfort. I wasn't trying to make Robert cum, not in my hand at any rate, I had a far better receptacle for a man's spunk and Johnny and I had been trying for a child for close to ten years, so I never missed an opportunity to fuck and take a load of cum in my pussy.

I had started to rub Robert's cock up and down, Johnny had his hand on my bottom and when Robert's cock was at the lowest point and it just touched my thighs, Johnny pushed me forward, I eased my legs open as I slipped forward and just as Robert's cock slipped into the start of my vaginal cleft, bumping against my clitoris and causing me to gasp in pleasure, Robert pulled his hips back, "No, Not like this!"

I watched, totally shocked as Robert turned away from me, zipped his trousers up and pressed the repeat button on the CD player, inside my head I screamed, 'No!' I thought that Robert had changed his mind and I was being left high and dry, or in my case, high and soaking wet.

Robert went to the front door and returned with a camera case, he took out a rather professional looking camera, "Each tape is just thirty minutes long, so remember, don't waste tape!" Robert handed his camera to Johnny; there was even a light on the top of the camera, which was handy as the room was so dark.

Robert came over to me and put something in my ear, it looked just like one of those old hearing-aids, the kind with a small box that went behind the ear. My hair was pulled down to cover my ear totally.

Robert guided me to my seat under the standard lamp; he positioned me how he wanted me to sit, put my left leg over the arm of the chair but made sure that my robe still covered my body. I was handed a tatty looking Danish porn magazine, Robert got a tie-clip microphone from his camera case, he clipped it to the lapel of his shirt and then dropped the transmitter into his breast pocket, "Can you hear me?" I furrowed my brow, he was standing three feet away from me, I'd have to be deaf not to hear him, "through the earpiece I mean!" Now that made sense, I nodded my head. "I'll knock on the door and you call out for me to come in, don't look shocked at anything you see, then just follow my instructions!"

Johnny was walking around me for a few minutes, he was filming the book in my hand, I looked at the page that Robert had left the book open at, the man in the picture, standing there, hands on hips, totally naked, it struck me that the man looked very young, then I realised that the man was actually a teenager and he either shaved his pubic hair or he was a young teenager, his cock looked lovely though, Johnny was pointing the camera at the book as I turned the page, an even younger boy, this one had blond hair, he looked younger than the previous page but had more pubic hair.

I heard the front door close and then through the earpiece I heard Robert's voice, "Put one hand inside your robe and masturbate yourself gently while reading the book, don't let the front of your dressing gown open!"

Johnny started to move away slightly, I was now the centre of attention for the camera and not the book on my lap, I realised that Johnny had the same earpiece as I had and he could hear Robert just the same as I could. Younger men didn't usually do anything for me, so it must have been the situation that had turned me on so much that I started to climax the instant my fingers touched my cunt, "Slow down, just rub your cunt lazily!" Crackled in my ear.

It was strange, I had masturbated for Johnny as he filmed me several times, but back then, the camera had been tiny, the lighting poor and Johnny was often wanking as he filmed, so I could have almost let anyone see the film as there was no way of telling it was me masturbating in the film, but as shaky and poor quality as the video always was, Johnny always masturbated himself, or got me to do it for him every time he watched them.

"I'm going to knock the door, don't look up from the book, just tell me to come in and keep rubbing yourself slowly!" I shuddered to another little climax just from knowing that Robert was going to see me masturbate, even if I was totally covered by my dressing gown.

I followed Robert's instructions, the light left me and shone on the living room door, I forced myself not to look up, I just called out, "Come in!" And went back to rubbing my clitoris gently. Now this bit did strike me as strange, as the light moved across the room, following, I assumed, Robert as he walked towards me, I could hear him talking in my ear but he wasn't in the room, he just kept saying, over and over again , "Don't look up yet!" Then the shocker, the voice in the room said, "Mummy, what are you doing?" My heart stopped and I stopped breathing, the voice in the room wasn't Robert's it was his son Simon's voice, "Don't panic, just breath normally, keep looking at your book and say just reading darling!" It took me an age to respond, "Come on Victoria, don't ruin things now, Just do this for us and me and Johnny will fuck you silly in about an hour's time!"

"Just reading darling!" The light came closer, there was a pool of light now in my lap, showing my hand moving up and down slowly inside my dressing gown. "Look up, slowly but don't stop masturbating!" My heart stopped again, Simon was dressed in just his pyjamas, I tried not to look but there was a large bulge in the front of his pyjamas that seemed to be calling out my name.

During the day, whenever I saw Simon out in the street he could have easily passed for fifteen years old, he always hung out with the older boys too, so he acted just like them as well, in my defence I could always have said that I thought he was older but not here, in my living room, in his pyjamas, he looked every inch the twelve years old boy he was.

"Move your hand more, rub yourself harder, let your gown open a little!" Crackled into my ear, again, I did as instructed after a little delay, the light from the video camera was now in a tight pool, focussed on my hand and my ginger bush as it slowly appeared, Johnny walked away slowly, turning the camera towards Simon. I watched as Simon thrust his hips forward slightly and his cock popped out into the open.

Simon cock was gleaming white, his foreskin was tight and even though his cock was fully hard, his cockhead couldn't burst through into the open, there were no hairs around his cock either but as his lower body came into view and Simon stepped closer to me, there was the faint but unmistakable smell of depilatory cream and the hint of redness around Simon's pubic mound, sure signs of a powerful chemical on delicate, immature skin!

"Use your other hand to open your dressing gown for him!" Johnny was now standing on the sofa, taking a wide shot of both Simon and I as I opened my gown to the boy. My mouth was dry but the spot between my legs was so wet that I thought I was pissing myself. Simon stepped closer still, his leg was now touching my leg as it was draped over the arm of my chair. "Wider, open your gown wider, expose both of your tits!"

Again I complied with Robert's instructions, Simon blinked his eyes 'theatrically' for effect, Mummy, you, you, you look so beautiful!" 'This is wrong, this is so wrong!' screamed out in my mind, 'You've got to stop this girl, stop it before it goes too far!' "Take your hand from between your legs and rub your juices over Simon's cock!" I was still telling myself that it was wrong and not to do it as I watched my hand rubbing my wetness all over Simon's cock.

"Lean forward, smell Simon's cock!" Again I complied, even though I knew it was wrong and that I had already let things go way too far. "Skin his cock back, look closely at his cock head and ask him if he washes his cock properly!" Again I did as I had been told, I had even stopped telling myself how wrong it was, I was now focusing on myself, achieving my own pleasure before Johnny came to his senses and put a stop to it all, I was so naive that I thought that Johnny had been kept in the dark by Robert as much as I had been and that Robert was taking us both for granted.

"Tongue out, make it into a point and touch the tip of Simon's cock head with it, make it look like you're trying to get the tip of your tongue into his cock's eye!" I shivered as I complied, the tip of my tongue touching Simon's cock, then Simon said, "Of course I keep it clean mummy, I always do!"

Then Simon pushed his hips forward while I was concentrating on trying to get the tip of my tongue into his cock-eye, my tongue flicked out of the way and my mouth opened automatically as his cock bumped against my lips and he was all the way in my mouth. "Oh mummy, I do love you!" Simon said as he started to hump his hips into my face.

"Be careful, Simon cums quite quickly the first time, when he does, don't swallow any of it, I want you to show Simon and the camera how full your mouth is before you swallow it!" I actually climaxed, just from Robert's comments, well, that and the fact that a twelve year old boy was fucking my face. I began to take an active part in the oral sex and was rewarded with a mouthful of baby juice from Simon, as he fired off in my mouth he said, "Oh mummy, I'm so sorry, I've been dirty in your mouth!"

"Remember; don't swallow any of it, as he pulls out of your mouth, open it wide and Johnny will slip in between you and Simon to film right into your mouth!" I could feel the heat of the powerful lamp on the camera it was so close to my face, "Keep your mouth open and tilt your head back, let his spunk slide down your throat!"

Johnny stood on the front of my chair to film straight down onto my body as I tipped my head back and swallowed, "Oh mummy, you do love me so much for doing that with my dirty jizz!" "Cut!" the voice came from my earpiece as well as the kitchen doorway, the light went off on the camera, "What was that? About twenty-nine minutes?" Robert asked Johnny.

I had been on a total sexual high for well over an hour, I had given myself a few orgasms but self inflicted climaxes were never as good as those given by a lover and the fact that I had been filmed many times by my husband meant that it wasn't the filming that was giving me that extra high, having Robert watching me from the kitchen could be an answer but no matter how much I tried to 'normalise' it, the biggest kick was Simon.

I didn't cover up as the three men, well, two men and boy chatted, we all had a drink, the boys had beer, including Simon and I had my third glass of wine of the evening. Simon hadn't even put his cock away, it was flaccid now and the foreskin seemed to hang more than an inch past the end of his cock as it rested, it all just seemed so natural, me reclining in my comfy chair, two fully dressed adults and a little boy in his PJ's with his Peter peeking out.

They were discussing the events for tape two, Simon kept saying that he wanted his mother to walk in and catch us fucking, in my wine fuelled state I was a little confused, if I was his mother, how could I walk in and catch him fucking me? The words 'Fucking me' reverberated through my head for a few seconds, then Robert put his hand on Simon's shoulder, "Don't be silly darling, if Carol walked in and caught you, the audience would spot that Carol was your real mother and not Victoria!" Simon looked crestfallen; he looked over his shoulder and said, "I'd just love to see mum eating my spunk out of her cunt!" Robert shook his son, "Perhaps next time, but for now, is it fuck her first and then eat her out before shooting over her tits and face or do you want to eat her before you shoot up into her?" "Fuck, eat, then splash, I think dad!"

Robert had replaced the tape in the camera and had swapped the battery pack, then he walked towards the kitchen and said, "Positions every one, light, camera, action!" Robert 'B' DeMills was getting carried away a little, Simon's cock sprung to attention, he had moved back to where he had been standing when we took our little break, he quickly bobbed down to push my glass behind the seat as it hadn't been in the earlier shot. "OK Victoria, tilt your head back, mouth wide open and then slowly look down at Simon and close your mouth as you do!"

"Mummy, look, I still have that problem!" Simon said, the voice in my ear said, "Ask him what you can do to help!" Again I did as I was told, "Oh mummy, thank you, I do love you!" "Lift your left leg over the arm of the chair like your right leg so that you are as wide open as possible!" As Robert said that Simon was moving into position in front of me, "Pause! Johnny, position two please!" Johnny moved quickly behind the seat, the camera lens almost touching my forehead, "And action!"

Simon bent forwards, he managed to line his cock up with my cunt and fuck me without going down onto his knees. He pounded into me wildly, "Victoria, fake an orgasm please!" I went off like a rocket, I didn't have to fake it, Simon's cock wasn't the instrument to give me such a climax, it was more the taboo nature and the fact that my husband was filming me breaking the law.

I could hear that Simon was getting close to climaxing, suddenly, "Simon, open your legs for camera position three, Victoria, try to keep your position when Johnny moves!" Simon was only touching the floor with his toes, his pubis was pressing against my pubis and he had a hand on each of the arms of my chair but he still managed to open his legs wide without breaking his rhythm as he fucked me.

"Pause, Johnny to position three please!" Simon was really close to shooting up into me; I really, really wanted to feel him do it too. Simon stopped dead in his tracks as did my orgasm. "Freeze Victoria, you're moving!" I stopped moving, well, I tried to stop, it was difficult as I was panting down from my orgasm.

Johnny ran around the chair again, this time he lay, face down on the floor, the camera was between Simons feet, pointing up to the junction of Simon's cock and my pussy, "Action!" Simon began to fuck me again, he had gone off the boil too but he hadn't lost any of his hardness, he fucked me for about five minutes before I closed in on my orgasm again. "Lights.... Camera!" Weird lighting effect, I thought to myself, Simon started the climb to his orgasm rapidly, he seemed to be able to hold back or switch on his climax at will.

Robert had waited until I had reached the same point in my climax as I had been at before Johnny moved position, then he had told Johnny to turn the light on and the camera and Simon had let himself go too. Simon was very close to shooting and he was rocking my world too. "Remember Simon, when you feel the first salvo go off, pull back so that Johnny can see you shooting all over her cunt!" Simon followed his father's instructions to the letter, I felt the warm flow inside my pussy as Simon began to shoot, then he pulled back and as jet after jet of cum shot from his cock, just a little wiggle of his hips and he managed to put a spunk topping all over my labia like an ice-cream cone.

"Pause, Simon move away, Johnny close in on Victoria's cunt!" Simon jumped out of the way, "Action!" The camera didn't turn on, Johnny said, "Nothing is coming out!" Robert stepped back into the living room to see for himself. Robert got some tape and he marked the spot where the back of the camera touched the carpet. "OK, put the camera on charge for a few minutes!" Robert told Johnny, then Robert put his hands on my legs, keep them in that position, Robert knelt between my legs and he opened his trousers, then he fucked me.

There was no love, there was little passion, Robert was on a deadline and he needed to fill me up with his spunk as quickly as possible. When he was about half way, or should I say when he had given me about my tenth orgasm, he told Johnny to masturbate himself, "You be ready to shoot over her pussy as soon as I pull out, then jump on that camera!"

It happened just as Robert had directed, as soon as he pulled out, Johnny stepped in and shot his load all over my pussy lips, he even tried to match the pattern that Simon had left behind earlier as Robert ran back into the kitchen. "Lights. Camera!" sounded in my ear and Johnny turned on the camera again, just as great wads of cum rolled out of my cunt. "Oh mummy, you did make me do a lot in there!" Simon said in a gooey infantile voice. "And cut! How's the tape Johnny?" "Only twelve minutes left Rob!" "Plenty of time for young Simon to do his splash shot. Ten minute break and then we go for the finale!"

The boys had another beer but I refused more wine, I was already a little squiffy and bumble headed from too much alcohol. As they drank, Simon suggested a variation on wanking himself off over my tits and face, "How about I try and titty fuck her? See if I can do it all without actually using my hands at all!" "Well, if you think you can, go for it but after eight minutes, if you haven't managed to cum. I'll have to call an end to it and you'll have to go back to the plan!" Simon nodded his head in agreement with his father.

I had been provided with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth to clean myself up while the boys drank their beer. When the break was over, Robert went to his box of tricks and took out two small sachets of what looked like pre-mixed wallpaper paste, he held them up to his son, what would you prefer, Banana or Vanilla, Simon thought for a moment, "They both taste disgusting but the banana is the least disgusting!"

Robert cut the end off of the tube and he carefully trailed a thick line of the gloop all over my labia and then pushed the tube up my vagina and emptied the rest up there. James stood on a chair, he was looking down through the camera as Robert positioned me so that I was in the same position that I had been when Simon fucked me, then Simon got into the position above my body that he was in and Robert left the room again. "Lights. Camera. And, Action!" Simon was grunting and wiggling his bottom even though he wasn't even erect, then he dropped down onto his knees panting as if he had just climaxed.

"Look mummy, my jizz looks so wonderful on your lovely ginger pussy; it looks good enough to eat!" Then Simon began to lick the strings of fake semen from my labia with the tip of his tongue while Johnny filmed the whole thing, from my viewpoint Simon looked very uncomfortable as he licked my pussy clean with his head and body awkwardly positioned so that Johnny could film him licking me out from above.

When Simon got to the point that he had to actually eat me out, he did it with great gusto and he was remarkably good at it, I climaxed far faster than I would if Johnny was licking me in his own clumsy way. Simon drove me through about a dozen wildly fantastic orgasms before his father said, "Time Simon, stop enjoying yourself and finish off before we run out of tape!" Simon bounded up my body and straddled my belly; he leaned forward and put his cock between my tits. Johnny stepped down off the chair he was standing on and put the camera lens close to my face, pointing at Simon's cock as it sawed back and forth between my tits.

Simon put his hands on the outsides of my breasts and pushed them together, trapping his cock and increasing the friction around his cock. "One minute Simon, if you're not close switch over to your hands!" The speed and the pressure that Simon was using to fuck my tits was so great that I feared friction burns, then without any warning he shot a jet of spunk straight into my face, it hit so hard that it actually splashed back onto my chest, then he pulled his cock from between my breasts and took over with his hand and washed my tit's all over with his spunk, allowing the last drop to form on the end of his cock before wiping it off on my left nipple.

"Cut! That's a wrap people!"

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Part Two

I was more than a little concerned, in the past, Johnny took a film and he stored it in our bedroom, I knew every time he watched it or should I say them as he had quite a collection of films of the two of us together or me on my own performing for the camera but this time, Robert was taking the tapes with him.

I might have been less worried if it had been Robert and Johnny that I had been fucking and sucking on the film, I would have been unhappy about not having control of the film but this video was of me breaking about a dozen laws and, as I understood it, sex between an adult and a twelve year old was still a capital offence.

Robert was right about one thing though, the moment he and Simon walked through the door Johnny was on me like a second skin and because he had already wanked himself off less than an hour earlier, he fucked me with speed and power for a full hour before I asked him to finish himself off as I was beginning to feel sore.

I was really tired but couldn't fall asleep, I just couldn't stop worrying about that damned film and what Robert was planning to do with it. As soon as Johnny left for work I ran round to Robert's house in the hope that I would catch him before he left for work. Carol answered the door and when she saw me her face split into the broadest of grins.

She ignored my question when I asked her if Robert was still home and invited me in, she made two cups of coffee and guided me into the living room, as soon as we sat down she looked over at me again and smiled once again. "I have to say Vicky, I had you all wrong, when Rob told me that he was going to get in your knickers I bet him a score that you'd never go through with it and when he told me that he'd get you to let Simon fuck you, I upped the bet to a Century, I'm fucking glad I didn't make it a Monkey, it would have taken me all week to earn that much!"

I almost choked on scalding coffee, I had no idea that Carol would have been told that I'd had sex with her son, I had just assumed that she was working late or that Robert had sneaked Simon out behind his wife's back.

I was struck dumb, I desperately wanted to ask if her husband might have left a tape or something behind when he went to work but what the hell would I tell her if she asked me what was on the tape, instead I lamely said, "Has Rob been gone long?" And I instantly regretted asking it when she said, "He's been gone about an hour, he's been up all night editing your film. He had to get it to the services on the A14 to meet the truck heading over to Denmark!"

"The film has gone to Denmark?" "Sure, it's one of the few places that you can distribute a film with pre-teens having sex with adults. You don't have to worry too much, that kind of film almost never surfaces here in England, they'll risk it in America and in Germany and it's almost an everyday occurrence in the old Soviet Bloc countries, so much so that they won't pay for a film like that over there!"

I finished my coffee as soon as I could and ran for home. Carol's reaction to the adult that had just had sex with her son took me very much by surprise, if I had a child and met an adult that has just had sex with him / her, I doubted that I could have been so casual with them.

I was angry with Johnny, he was the one who wanted to include another man into our sex life, well, in all honesty, I had the thoughts first but I had been happy to just overlay Robert's face over Johnny's at the critical moment, I didn't really need to take that next step and add the real person. But then I could have just said no couldn't I? But I didn't, I allowed a twelve year old to have sex with me so that I could have sex with his father and, well, I did get to have sex with his father but it wasn't the way I would have chosen, he just fucked me to fill my cunt with spunk for a few seconds of filming, I couldn't even remember feeling him fucking me, when I look back, I was actually looking at Simon while his father was fucking me!

When Johnny got home from work, I challenged him about Simon and the film, he admitted that he knew that Robert had planned to sell the film, the thing that made me mad was when he said, "They won't sell that film in England so no one we know will ever see it, apart from us, Robert has promised me that they will smuggle a finished copy of the film over to us when it goes on sale!"

Johnny knew that what we did was illegal but he also knew that no woman in recent history had ever been prosecuted for having sex with an under aged boy if the boy had been willing to have sex with her. I had been at school with two boys who had joined the police and still kept in touch with them and as there had been a local case of a man having sex with a school girl that had just ended in a local court, I asked them if they knew the case, casually, so as not to raise any suspicions.

They both knew the case well but hadn't worked on it, the guy was forty and the girl was thirteen, it wasn't one of those tacky rape stories though, the girl was in love with the man and they had been lovers for over a year, it was the girl's mother who had called in the police, the girl had refused to give any evidence against her lover but he still got a three year prison sentence, "If the girl hadn't been willing or had been a one night stand, he would have got two or three times that long!"

I took a deep breath, I had to phrase this carefully so that it didn't arouse any suspicions in my two old school friends, "What do you think would have happened if it had been a woman and a school boy instead of a man and a girl?" "It wouldn't even have been investigated!" "Even if the boy's mother had filed a complaint?" "We'd have had to go through the motions, someone would have interviewed the boy but they would probably have slapped the boy on the back and told him, 'way to go, you're the man!' but if the boy hadn't been hurt, we just see it as being every boy's dream come true!"

I think I had sparked a little curiosity in my friends though, "You're not looking for a little extra excitement in your life are you Vicky? 'Cos if you are, me and Peter here are always looking for a little extra light relief on boring afternoon shifts!" I punched Alan's shoulder, more from a way of hiding my excitement than because I was offended by his suggestion.

I had known Alan and Peter since I was four years old, sex had never been mentioned, ever, we were more like brothers and sister as we had spent so much time together while we were younger. Alan's offer to 'keep me company' of an afternoon had embarrassed me a little but at least his information about how casually the police would treat a woman in my position did settle my stomach a little and allow me to start to sleep again at night.

It took me a little while to forgive Johnny though, it was cutting my nose off to spite my face but for several weeks I didn't allow Johnny to have sex with me and I guess, because of that, Robert was keeping his head down, mind you, I was avoiding Carol too, the only one who seemed to be 'normal' after my night of passion with a twelve year old boy was Simon, if he saw me in the street he always smiled and waved or said hello.

I was looking for soap in the bathroom cabinet, a package of tampons fell out and as I was picking them up off the floor I realised that it had been ages since I had used them, I checked my diary, the little marks I used to denote yet another disappointing period's arrival had been six weeks earlier, I flicked back, four week interval, six week interval, eight week interval, three week interval. I had no pattern at all; no wonder I had difficulty falling pregnant.

Lack of sex was making me very ratty, Johnny and I had never gone longer than a week before without having sex and if I was getting ratty, Johnny must have been getting very frustrated. I could tell from my washing basket that Johnny had been masturbating himself, signs of dried semen in his pyjamas was a dead giveaway. Perhaps if I masturbated myself I could lift my mood and perhaps get rid of the headaches and feelings of anxiety and sickness.

Johnny had left for work, leaving me in bed sleeping, I woke up feeling much worse than usual, suddenly I had to run to the bathroom and I vomited into the toilet, now this may be too much information but, girls, unlike men, first thing in the morning, vomiting, have no way to prevent an equal and opposite reaction, as I puked into the bowl, I pissed all over the floor.

While I was mopping the floor and trying to get the taste out of my mouth and my mind I put two and two together and dressed as quickly as possible, leaving the floor unfinished and going out without a shower, even though I desperately needed one. I ran the short distance into town, I even bumped into Simon's mother in the Chemists shop and didn't avoid her as I had been for the previous few weeks, I didn't make my purchase though until after she left the shop. I even agreed to go over to her house on Friday evening for a barbeque, just to get her out of the shop a little faster.

I bought a predictor pregnancy tester and then ran all the way back home. I paced up and down in the bathroom, I finished mopping the floor, I ran the taps and then I undressed and took a shower but nothing worked, I couldn't pee again so soon after pissing all over the floor. It was almost noon by the time I felt that I could use the toilet and rushed up there with the test kit.

When Johnny came home from work at four o'clock I was still sitting on the toilet, knickers around my ankles, the test stick in my hands and I was frozen staring at the little blue indicator window. Johnny didn't need to ask, he saw instantly that I had taken a pregnancy test and the result was positive. Johnny pulled me off of the toilet and he began bouncing around the bathroom in celebration, I was bouncing around inside but outside I was almost catatonic.

I had to make an appointment to see the doctor to confirm that I was actually pregnant and if I was to start the ball rolling on the whole coach trip that was maternity. And I remembered that I had agreed to go to a barbecue at Robert and Carol's house on Friday night. I had told Johnny not to tell anyone that I could be pregnant, after ten years of trying, a problem didn't suddenly disappear overnight, so if I were pregnant, I wanted to wait until I was well into my second trimester before telling anyone about it.

I had forgotten that I was mad at my husband and by six o'clock that evening we were in bed fucking like wild animals. I had put my unusually high sex drive, well, when talking to my girlfriends it seemed that I wanted sex about twice as much as any of them did, down to me wanting to take every opportunity to get pregnant, so why was it that now I thought I was pregnant were we in bed rutting for over three hours and when Johnny fell away exhausted, I still wanted more!

We fucked in the morning before Johnny went to work and even though I was still feeling sexually in need, I didn't feel the least bit sick, in fact all of the symptoms of the past few weeks had disappeared completely. Johnny went off to work and I cleaned the house from top to bottom, then I washed everything that needed washing, ironed everything that needed ironing and by noon I was starting to feel withdrawal pains from lack of sex again.

A few of my friends had said that being pregnant had doubled their libido's but more had told me that once pregnant they lost interest in sex totally, in fact, some of my friends, after giving birth never got their libido's back and only fucked occasionally when their husband's insisted on them doing it.

I visited my doctor at one o'clock; he took all the tests, including blood tests. It is said that we have one of the best health services in the world but in England you can go your whole life without a doctor doing any real tests on you unless you complain of something dreadful that is, but they do have a set procedure for when a woman tells them that she thinks she's pregnant, then they have an arm full of boxes that need checking and because I was the wrong side of thirty, I was classed as a 'geriatric' mother, the number of tests doubled if not trebled.

I was so horny by the time the doctor was finished with me that I was wondering if I could get away with masturbating in the toilets out in the waiting room but there were too many people close to the door, someone may have over heard me doing it. I had never felt so desperate for sex, the hormonal changes that being pregnant were totally screwing with my head and body. I could walk home in twenty minutes but I really did want relief sooner than that if I could get it, the car park behind the superstore had a public toilet that no one I knew would ever use because of how dirty it was, so I guessed that if I masturbated myself in there no one would be around to hear me.

From the Doctors all I had to do was cross one road and walk down a short alleyway, two minutes maximum, so I found myself crossing the road to the side of the superstore. As I came out of the Alleyway I spotted Alan my policeman friend going into the gentleman's toilet, Peter was sitting in the patrol car outside the toilet, I got a flashback in my mind, the offer that Alan had made to me a few weeks before to have sex with me one afternoon but, well, that would be a little weird for me, I really did look on the two of them as brothers but I did walk over to Peter, half in the hope that they might offer me a lift home in the back of their police car and........

"Hi Pete, Alan caught short?" "No, we would have popped back to the station if he had been, no, we have to come here at some point every day, the bloke in the junk shop has made complaints about men meeting in the toilet for sex!" "What, who are they having sex with?" "Each other!" "Surely there aren't that many gay men in our small town?" "They aren't gay, well actually, most are just married men who are looking for a little extra sex, aren't we all?" Peter had a wide grin on his face as he said that.

"When we pulled into the car park, We noticed Sid Price skulking into the toilet, he's well know to us for using the glory holes between the cubicles, it usually takes Alan a little while to convince Sid to open the door but at least Sid keeps himself clean, some of the youngsters go in there to sell sex to buy drugs, they often end up with STD's from the sex, Hepatitis from the dirty needles, some even have AIDS from anal sex, you know what AIDS stands for don't you?" "Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome?" "Well, that's the official version; we call it Arsehole Injected Death Sentence!" That made me laugh, "What will you do with the guy in the toilet?" "If he's on his own Alan will just chuck him out of the toilet and we'll sit around out here for five minutes, just to please the councillor who owns the junk shop, Sid will pop over to the library and wait until we go before heading back to the toilet!" "What, then you come back and chase him off again?" "No, we don't mind Sid having a little fun, like I said he's clean at least and doesn't hurt anyone, we won't be back today, hopefully!"

At that moment the door opened and a middle aged man stumbled out into the car park, he walked off in the direction of the superstore and Alan came over to the car, we exchanged pleasantries and Alan mentioned that I should go, the guy who owned the junk shop was always making complaints about the service he got from the local police and because he was a county councillor the chief constable always listened to him.

The super store was massive, I'd never find Sid in there and I suddenly became very focused on a man rather than my own fingers to ease my frustrations. The library, Pete had mentioned that Sid usually waited there until they left the area, perhaps walking to the superstore was a 'ruse de guerre' by Sid and he would swing around to the library through one of the other exits from the shops.

I was starting to regret not going into the toilet and masturbating, it had been five minutes, Pete and Alan were still sitting outside the toilet block, Alan seemed to be talking on his radio, probably taking a 'shout' or whatever they call it. I hadn't seen Sid but I noticed two other men sitting by the windows of the library with newspapers in front of them but not really reading, just looking out at the police car parked outside the public conveniences.

Sid finally walked into the library, I watched as he nodded to the two men sitting in the window and I wondered if he was actually gay or if he was. Like Pete had inferred, just a guy looking for a little extra sex. Sid seemed to almost sniffed me out, I may have been telegraphing the fact that I was watching him and the other two men in the library's windows watching the police.

Sid wandered casually around the library, I did follow him with my eyes trying not to make it too obvious but Sid was definitely watching me like a hawk, he disappeared behind a shelving rack and I had a the treble whammy of feeling sexually frustrated, excited and apprehensive all at the same time, my body was actually shivering with the whole mixture of emotions.

I did let my guard down several times when I turned my head to see if I could see where Sid had gotten too, I tried not too but I just couldn't stop myself from doing it. I knew that Sid would be watching me over the books on the freestanding shelves and that he would see that I was trying to follow his progress with my eyes.

It took Sid quite a while to make his move, I had watched Alan and Pete drive off and the two men in the window seats got to their feet instantly and as one, they both walked to the door but both stopped to look for Sid to see why he wasn't with them at the door, I was watching them closely, they both spotted Sid, they both stopped in their tracks and as one again, they both looked over in my direction and I saw a look of surprise cross both men's faces.

I didn't see Sid emerge from behind the shelving rack I was standing by but I saw that both men at the door were following him with their faces. I felt Sid's hand touch mine, "Hi, what's your name then?" I mumbled, "Victoria!" Sid took my hand in his and started to pull me towards the back of the library.

I looked over to the librarian, she was busily stamping books and looking after the library, as was so often the case, the library was being 'single manned' due to budget cuts. Lunch breaks for most people was over and the library was now almost empty, the three men and me and another two older ladies at the other end of the library. Sid guided me behind a rack of books, Mechanical Engineering section. "I don't think anyone will be coming in for these books this afternoon!" Sid whispered into my ear.

I looked over my shoulder, the librarian had taken a large trolley of books and was heading off to the fiction section which was at the other end of the library, close to the only other two occupants of the library, I also noticed that one of Sid's friends was behind us and the other was making his way to the other end of the shelving unit.

Sid took me right into the centre of the row of books and as soon as we reached the point he had selected, he pulled me to a halt and turned me to face him. Sid kissed me and his right hand started to unfasten the buttons down the front of my coat, I looked nervously in both directions, one man stood at each end of the bookshelf, in a position so that they could see down the row to Sid and I as well as outward to the main library.

My coat was slightly longer than my skirt and it took a minute or two for Sid to open all of the buttons down the front of it, he kissed me again as he eased the coat off over my shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. I could hardly breathe with the pent up fear and excitement. My blouse was tucked into my skirt and Sid stood back slightly as he pulled the thin nylon out of the waistband of my skirt. I looked down at his hands but he pushed my head back up and worked quickly at unfastening the buttons down the front of my blouse.

Within moments I felt cool air against my now bare belly, Sid leaned in again and kissed me once more. I felt Sid's hands under my blouse at the back, he was fiddling with the clasp at the back of my bra and I felt the pressure around my ribs fall away as my bra slackened off. Sid was working frenetically, easing the straps of my bra off over my shoulders, he eased them down inside the sleeve to my wrist where he pulled the thin strap over my hand before pulling the strap back up and out of my sleeve, my breasts were exposed and I saw the man behind Sid smile as my thirty-eight inch 'D' cup breasts hove into view. Sid turned me so that his other friend could see my exposed breasts while he pulled my bra down through the inside of my other sleeve, it was a struggle but eventually I was totally braless, my bra being posted on top of the row of books at my side.

My skirt was pulled up to my waist and rolled over several times exposing my panties, not overly sexy panties but clean and not overly large. Sid soon had them down around my ankles and as he pulled them off over my feet, he turned me so that the guy behind him got a sight of my hairy ginger bush before Sid posted my knickers on top of my bra.

I started to pull away from Sid a little, reality of what was going on was slowly dawning on me, I was all but naked in a public library in the middle of the afternoon, "Don't worry, the guys are keeping lookout for us, if anyone comes close you'll have plenty of time to cover up!"

Sid stepped into me again; he was opening his trousers as he leaned in to kiss me again. I felt the heat of his cock as he bent his hips trying to line himself up with my cunt, now I did step back, "No, I can't let you do that to me here!" "Where then?" "Somewhere else!" "Is your husband home?" "No, not for several hours!" "Can we go there then?" I really, really, really, really wanted to say no but now I was so desperate for sex that if Sid had said here or nowhere, I'd have let him take me over the librarians counter in full view of the whole town.

Sid slipped my blouse off completely and then he dropped my skirt to the floor, now I was totally naked, Sid folded my skirt and blouse, slipped my bra and knickers into the package and picked my coat up for me, he didn't fasten the buttons of my coat, just tied the belt in a single knot which he turned so that it was at the back of my coat.

"Put your hands in your coat pockets and follow George!" Once my hands were in my pockets, Sid fastened the button's on the flaps over my pockets, capturing my hands inside of my pockets then he took a hold of the belt behind me and he guided me towards one of his friends, "She's developed a case of shyness all of a sudden, she wants to take us all home with her, can we use your car George?" There was a smile and a nod and George took my clothes from Sid and then, with both hands free, Sid unfastened the knot he had tied in my belt and held one end in each hand. I was left in no doubt that if I suddenly changed my mind and tried to run for it Sid would pull the belt and let my coat fall open out in the road or car park and with my hands fastened tight in my pockets there would be little I could do to prevent it.

I was in the back of the car with Sid on one side and Garry on the other side of me while George followed my directions to drive us all to my house. As soon as the car started to move the front of my coat was pulled wide open, each man took one of my legs and pulled them as wide open as they could go, hands were working on breast as well as pussy as George drove along watching us in his rear view mirror.

Once inside the house my coat was pulled off leaving me totally naked except for my shoes, the three men also stripped off, I had expected them to jump my bones as soon as I passed through the front door but the men seemed to be in less of a hurry than I was. Eventually all four of us ended up in my bedroom and one fucked me as I sucked the second and the third used his mobile phone to take photographs of the action, at thirty minutes there was a rotation and the men changed places and started all over again.

One last rotation and each man had taken a turn in each position. I was finally satiated and wasn't in the slightest bit sexually frustrated anymore so as the men dressed I was at least happy. Sid was looking out of the window, "Hey Garry, who does that kid out in the street look like?" "He looks like that kid on the Russian paedophile website!" I was called to the window, Sid asked me who the boy in the street was, I really wanted to say I didn't know him but when Simon saw me he waved up at me.

"Well the kid seems to know you and he's not shocked at seeing you naked at your bedroom window, so I'd say he knows you intimately!" "His name is Simon; he lives three doors up the road!" Sid and Gary looked at each other and said in unison, "Simon!" And Sid went on to say, "That has to be the boy in the Russian videos, same name and everything, Garry reminded the other two that he had to get on his way and if they wanted a lift, they had to go now.

I watched as Sid spoke to Simon in the street, Simon looked up at the window again and smiled, then he ran down the drive, Sid had obviously left my front door open, I heard Simon taking my stairs two at a time in his rush to get into my bedroom. I had thought that having sex for over ninety minutes with three different men would have satisfied me for the rest of the day or at least until Johnny got home from work but as Simon rushed into my bedroom I was eager to get on the bed with him. I'd really have to ask the doctor for something to kill my libido or I'd end up fucking myself to death.

Simon came three times but sex with him was very disappointing, then Simon, realising that I hadn't actually climaxed with him, rolled off of me offering his cock, which was yet again very hard, for me to suck and as I did, he started to fist fuck me to an earth-shattering orgasm, and he kept pounding his fist into me long after he had spunked up into my mouth.

Simon's mobile phone rang; it was his mum trying to find out where he was. As he was dressing, Simon said, "My mum really loved the film we made, when I told her that I wanted you and her to have sex together after I fucked you both, she really loved that idea and is looking forward to trying it on with you!"

Fortunately Simon had to go home for his dinner which put an end to his fist fucking me; he dressed and went home to dinner. Johnny got home fifteen minutes later, just fifteen minutes but I was already ready and eager for sex again, so we fucked before Johnny got out of his work clothes. We fucked again after he took his after work shower, we fucked again after dinner and again after we went up to bed, Poor old Johnny was shattered by the time I finally let him go to sleep but his sleep didn't last very long, I woke him at three o'clock in the morning because I was, once again, totally out of my mind with frustration, I hadn't managed to get to sleep, I had just been lying there watching Johnny sleep until I couldn't stand it any longer.

I just took thirty minutes of his time and let him go back to sleep while I carried on watching him, even straight after a fuck I couldn't go to sleep, I was still in desperate need of more orgasms. I woke Johnny fifteen minutes before he was due to get up for work with a blowjob, I didn't let him cum in my mouth though as I would need his cock to be hard for at least fifteen minutes longer so that I could ride him cow-girl style.

After Johnny went to work, I realised that I would be in desperate need of sex well before Johnny could get home from work, the only thing was, where was I going to find enough men to keep me happy for the whole nine hours?

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