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First Published: 07 August 2012

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Dorset, 2012
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, Masturbation, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, control

This was actually the first time that we had stopped at Quern Cottage; we had stopped at Handstone House the year before, on that visit James had noticed that there was the footprint of an old cottage in the field at the side of Handstone and he had convinced his mother to buy the field, 'to add extra garden space to the house that she had acquired the year before, the field was just one acre, it was in the green belt, so there was little or no chance of building anything on the field, so June paid just a thousand pounds for the land, two hundred and fifty pounds over market value.

As soon as June had possession of the deeds, James carried out an archaeological examination of the field and exposed the foundations of the long buried cottage, James easily convinced the local council that there had been an existing property in the field, even if it had been completely erased above the ground for over one hundred years, the permit to build meant that the house couldn't exceed the size of the house that had stood in the field before, But James had managed to add the old stable into the main house and just one year later, the builders moved out and we moved in for a week so that James could 'snag' the builders work.

The name of the cottage had come to James because of June's existing house, named 'Handstone House' because of stone age tools that had been found in the sediment of an old spring that had to be cleaned out by June's builders when they were restoring the old cottage, and as James is an expert in all things ancient, he knew that a true handstone was used with a Quern to grind flower, well, to grind anything that needed grinding before wind or water power took over such duties.

James had handed over the list of faults that needed fixing on the new house to the builders and as the kids were playing up from sheer boredom, James took them to watch the Olympic sailing regatta while I waited in the house for the builders to turn up to start fixing the house, the only problem was, they had moved on to another building for June and we would only get them for a short while each day so that her other job wasn't held up unduly.

I cleaned up the downstairs of the house and I spotted the tenant of Handstone using a bird watching telescope on the edge of the garden, looking out over a small patch of salt water marsh land. For some reason, the builders had fitted the bathroom windows with clear glass, instead of the obscure glass that James had specified in the plans, the builders had pointed out that the bathroom had a fantastic view out over the marsh and that no one would be able to see into the bathroom but that people renting the house would have a great view as they lay in the bath, James wasn't impressed and wanted the window glass changing.

As I cleaned the girl's bedroom, I looked out over the marsh, like the bathroom, the girl's bedroom had a fantastic view out over the marsh, I noticed that the guy from Handstone had moved out of the garden and was sitting on the edge of the marsh, looking out through his telescope at nothing in particular as there seemed to be nothing at all moving out on the marsh. I went into the master bedroom, up on the second floor, a huge ensuite bedroom that spanned the whole house but suffered slightly from being tucked up into the eaves of the roof. James had the master bedroom, it only took a moment to clean his room as James is usually very clean around the house but it took a while to clean his ensuite bathroom as poor grouting, on James's list, held soapy water in the most difficult to reach corners of the room.

I looked out of the rear window of the double aspect bedroom as I passed it, an even better view of the marsh and in the distance, Brownsea Island, I wondered if the guy from next door could see the Island through his telescope, I looked down to where the man had been sitting, I almost missed him, he was sitting just behind the wall separating our garden from the marsh. I tried to look down into the back garden to see what the man was looking at, I noticed that he seemed to be scanning the windows at the back of the house, he had set up his seat in the centre of an old gorse bush, if I had been in any other room in the house I would never have seen him sitting there looking at the house through his telescope and as the small rear window set in the roof at the back of the house looked so much like a skylight to illuminate the stairwell, like so many of the other houses in the area had, the man didn't even point his telescope that high to see me watching him.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a vindictive woman, I'm not mean or cruel but I suddenly had a plan in my head, I'd go to the family bathroom, start to run a bath, I even planned to remove my blouse before ducking out of sight, let the man think I was in the bath, he'd probably sit there for hours waiting for me to get out of the bath and dry myself in front of the mirror but I'd be in the living room watching daytime TV.

When I got to the family bathroom I realised that the kids had done their usual thing, they had taken their bath and had let the water out but they hadn't washed the tub out when they had finished. I started the hot water running and realised that the guy in the marsh could actually see the top of the bath tub. James had designed the house, he had set the sill height in the bathroom to be slightly higher than the bedrooms and of course, he had specified obscure glass and for the ceiling light to be one foot from the window to prevent shadowing on the blinds, his mother had allowed one of her 'Arty' friends to 'Dress' the house, he was a professional interior designer and so he had other ideas about how the house should look, he had been too late to alter the sill height for the window so he got the builders to place the bath on a raised platform and he had altered the window to clear glass, he had also altered the lighting to a series of low energy 'LED' wall lights, so shadowing was a definite problem or rather it would be, if the builders hadn't screwed up the blinds, on James's list to be fixed, so we couldn't even close the blind.

'If I make the bath hot enough, the steam will gather on the window and I could use that few moments to run out of the room' ran through my head, I also needed to give the man a little something to keep him fixed to the spot, so I stood up, turned my back to the window and unbuttoned my blouse. I took a deep breath and slipped my blouse off, to most women, having a man see them in their bra would be no big deal, most would go on a beach full of strangers in a bikini but for me it was a major step, even James, my husband, had never seen me in my bra as I was too shy and he was uninterested, not even my daughters saw me without a top on, I really was that shy.

I walked around the room, careful to keep my back to the window whenever I passed in front of it or holding my arm strategically to cover my breasts, I was deliberately tantalising the guy, punishing him for peeping into my bathroom. The water was now up to full heat but I had miscalculated the temperature difference, the window wasn't cold enough for the steam from the water to condense on it and the room wasn't cold enough to allow the water to form visible steam, just a heat haze. There was a movement that caught my attention, I could see the guy's head and shoulders but his face was hidden behind the telescope, I could see that his right shoulder was moving up and down, it dawned on me that he was masturbating, it also dawned on me that I was now standing in front of the window, facing the man and my arms were at my sides, no big deal really, I still had my breasts covered by my bra but I got a huge shiver running through my body because I was more exposed than I had ever been in my life before in front of a stranger.

I surprised myself, I unfastened the top button on my 501-origional's, then I realised that the guy wouldn't be able to see as the top of my jeans were lower than the window, I fastened the button again and stepped up onto the platform. I turned the hot water off and dropped two measures of the kid's bubble bath liquid into the tub before turning the cold tap on. I stood upright and my hand returned to the top of my 501's, as I flipped the button from its hole I noticed an increase in speed of the man's shoulder. I didn't really know how far down he could see but he could definitely see that had popped the top button. I had to step away from the window because I had begun to giggle at the sight of a manic man masturbating at the end of my garden. After I recomposed myself I stepped back up onto the platform, the man's right shoulder was moving very slowly now, I imagined him to be rubbing his foreskin slowly back and forth over the crown of his cockhead and my hand returned to the fly buttons on the front of my jeans.

I can't explain to myself or you why I was unbuttoning the fly on my 501's, I may have been rationalising to myself that just two hundred and fifty yards from the front door of Quern Cottage there were likely to be hundreds of women of all ages, shapes and sizes wearing bikinis on the beach and just seven hundred yards to the right you could find men and women totally naked on their own beach, so me in my knickers and bra was no big deal really.

I could see that as I peeled my jeans open to reveal my white cotton knickers the guy's head was now moving, he was putting so much effort into his masturbation, as I bent forward to pull my 501's down I chickened out slightly and stepped off of the platform around the bath so the guy momentarily lost sight of my knickers and I saw his movement slow down, was I trying to hold back his orgasm? I knew from the few times that I had sex with James, thirty-two or thirty-three in total, that as soon as he fired off, his cock withered as did his interest in double quick time.

I took a deep breath and turned my back on the world and unfastened my bra, not my usual; slip my arms from the straps and turning the bra backwards but struggling behind my back to slip the double hooks and eyes holding my thirty-six inch breasts in place, I dropped my bra on the seat with my blouse, I really wanted to turn and face the window and let the man see my tits, he would have been the first man to have seen my chest since I was about five years old if I had done but I wasn't quite that brave. I did, however, step up onto the platform again and with my back to the window I dropped my panties to the floor.

I stood there, totally nude, I couldn't remember the last time I was actually totally naked, even when alone in the house, I would cover myself with a towel up to the last moment before stepping into the bathtub and then the water would hide my body even from myself. I was shivering with excitement, it certainly wasn't cold, the temperature was twenty-five Celsius in the bathroom, I guessed that if I touched between my legs I would explode in an instant, but that was mainly my own fault, I had prevented my husband trying for sex with me over six years earlier after he forced me to have a baby against my will and I had successfully put all thoughts of sex out of my mind until a few seconds earlier.

I was telling myself to turn around and show the guy what he wanted to see, that way he could have his climax and he would leave and I would have to go back to my housework, I turned a few degrees when there was a knock at the bathroom door, I froze, as I was alone in the house I hadn't locked the bathroom door, the handle turned and I leapt from the bath platform to get behind the door and stop it opening too far.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Clark, I've been knocking at the front door for ages and as Mr Clark's car wasn't on the drive, I assumed you were all out and let myself in!"

The door was about halfway open with me standing behind it, safe from the young man's view, when I looked around the edge of the door Steve, one of June's regular builders was looking away from the door towards the far wall, towards the long mirror, I looked in the same direction and suddenly had to pull the door open as wide as it could go, Steve had a perfect, side on view of my naked body. I yanked the door as far open as it would go so that the door hid my reflection as well as the direct view from Steve.

"I was just about to take a bath, what have you come to do?"

Steve checked the long list from James, "I've got to re-grout both bathrooms and fix the blind in the bathroom window. I could do the ensuite first if you want to have a quick bath but I've only got an hour, they'll be delivering the concrete for the floor at the new house at ten o'clock and I have to be back to spread it!"

"No, that's okay, my husband wants as much done as possible before we move on to the next cottage, I could read the young man's mind as he tried to look through the crack by the door hinge to see the other side of my body through the gap. 'I'll bet he wants you done too before you move on!' ran through his mind, it was very much an open secret to all of James's parents staff that James and I didn't sleep together, it was actually Steve who fitted the wardrobes in my new bedroom and fitted an exterior quality door in place of the usual lightweight internal door into that bedroom.

"Well, why don't you go and get your tools and I'll empty the bath and get some clothes on while you're down there!" I could see that Steve was very reluctant to leave, I had heard rumours that Ron, James's father, had offered his workers a bounty of a thousand pounds for the first man who could prove that he had gotten into my panties and Steve looked like he could do with a grand, tax free, at that moment and the way I was feeling at that moment, if I didn't force the door closed, he would have easily been able to earn that bounty.

I waited until Steve was half way down the stairs before I pulled the plug in the bath and ran for my bedroom, in an even higher state of excitement than before, if that were possible, as I was still totally naked and if Steve stood at the foot of the stairs, he would have easily seen me crossing the landing. I needed to get out of the house as quickly as possible, I grabbed a summer dress, buttons all the way down the front, I had worn it for an hour the evening before and wouldn't usually have worn it again but as it was out and I had only opened two buttons at the top to step out of it the night before, I was totally covered in a second, I fastened the two buttons as I passed Steve on the stairs, he made sure that as I squeezed past him he thrust his groin out further than necessary, just to prove to me that he was erect and ready for action.

My face was on fire, as I passed the mirror in the storm porch, I couldn't see where my red hair ended and my face started. 'But where to go?' that was the question, I had often taken an evening walk along the naturist beach, again, not daring to go there in the daylight when there was a chance that the naturists were about. Last year when we were down here I had told myself that I would go topless if there had been naturists out worshiping the sun but I couldn't do that today, I had been in such a rush to get out of the house that I hadn't bothered to put knickers and a bra on, so I couldn't go topless easily.

I did turn to the right, the path that would take me down to the naturist beach, there was a spinney separating the textile beach from the naturist area and as I started to pass it, a man stepped out of the undergrowth, a twitcher, dressed from head to toe in camouflaged clothing, a large tripod and spotting scope screwed to the top of it. His appearance, so suddenly, made me jump, "You must be Mrs. Clark, Pity young Steve interrupted your bath time show for me."

Nothing more was said, the guy just took my hand and slowly stepped back into the bushes, he disappeared almost completely from view, all but his hand which was still holding mine, slowly pulling me into the bushes after him. The bush was one of those that grow out into a huge ball of branches but the centre dies off because of lack of sunlight penetration, leaving a thicket of dry and brittle branches that had once been the outside of the bush and been covered in leaves, now all it took was a slight touch and the branch almost powdered down to the ground.

"This scope is so powerful that I could see the individual goose-bumps on your skin as you shook with excitement at my looking at your naked body." I shivered again and the guy smiled, then he dropped my hand and began to unfasten the buttons down the front of my thin summer dress.

"I'm really glad that you chose not to put on panties and bra under this lovely dress, did you know that in the bright sunlight, I could see your nipples and your wild ginger bush through the thin Indian cotton, of course you did, you wanted to drive me wild, you know you did!"

I didn't, honestly, I had worn that dress hundreds of times before, always with a bra and knickers under it, usually a t-shirt and slip as well and always in the house or in the garden in the evening, no one had ever told me that they could see anything under it before. Five buttons were unfastened, the front of my dress hung open, the man slipped past my belt, a thin band of the same material tied in a simple knot at the side and he continued opening the buttons to the bottom hem. He stepped back and looked at me, the belt was holding the bottom of my dress closed but most of my breasts were on display to him.

I hadn't realised that the clothing the man was wearing was a kind of Army boiler suit, a zip ran from the neck to the crotch, it was designed to be worn over a soldiers uniform, as he pulled the zip down though it was clear that he was naked under it, he wriggled his shoulders free and the sleeves slipped down over his arms and the whole thing fell down to his feet, he was totally naked and totally rampant, eight inches of circumcised cock standing out from his body like a flagpole.

My mouth went instantly dry and it was difficult to swallow as he took his cock in his right hand and began to rub fluff off of his cockhead before slowly rubbing his hand up and down its length. I had never seen a man in real life with an erection, I had never touched one either, I had never wanted to touch one either before but I really wanted to reach out now and feel the heat from the blood pumping the erection up. I wondered how James's cock would compare, when James came into my bed in the past, it was always at night, in the dark and he was wearing pyjamas, vest and underpants. He would climb on top of me before he pulled his cock through two layers of cotton and pulled the leg of my knickers to one side to fuck me up through the leg hole.

"Untie your belt, show me your body."

I looked around nervously, I could hear people walking past on the main path, they were less than six feet away from me, I had no idea if they could see the white of my summer dress inside the bush, I hadn't seen the guy in there but then he was camouflaged from head to toe. It had been one thing to be in the safety of a locked house and strip off with one man looking from fifty feet away but this was totally different.

"You know that you want to show me your body. If you show me I promise I won't touch you, this time!"

Someone fell against the outer edge of the bushes and yanked at the branch causing a shaft of light to illuminate my body, falling across my breasts first before stopping like a spotlight on the wisps of ginger hairs peeping out of the front of my dress from my bush.

"Do it for me, ignore them, they are on their way to the naturist beach, so seeing you naked won't mean anything to them."

I was shaking my head 'No!' But my right hand went to the knot holding my dress closed and gave the end a gentle tug, my dress fell open but only slightly, just enough for the spot of light to totally illuminate my ginger bush, I looked down, I was surprised to see my pussy hair in the spotlight. It wasn't that I never looked at my bush but I had never looked at it with a critical eye before as no one else had ever wanted to see it before or should that be that I had never been inclined to show my pussy to anyone before. 'I should have brushed it', flashed through my head, the women on the naturist beach never seemed to have wild, bushy pubic mounds, they always seemed to be shaved or very closely trimmed from what I had seen from the distance and safety of the path through the dunes, the path that ran past, just six feet from where I was standing at that moment.

"Take your dress off for me."

My eyes flicked back to his cock, he was in no hurry to shoot off, just lazily rubbing his cock through his fist, my body was totally exposed to his view now so it seemed churlish not to take my dress off of my shoulders. The shivering returned, much stronger than they had been in the bathroom earlier, this time there was an element of coldness as we were out of the sun's rays but it was mainly excitement as well.

"Hand your dress to me please Mrs. Clark."

I passed my dress over to the man, he told me to touch myself, my head shook a 'No!' again but my right hand went down to my bush and I began to run my fingers through the tangle of copper wire hiding my labia from the outside world.

"Touch yourself lower, masturbate, show me how you do it to yourself in the privacy of your bedroom!"

I really had little or no idea what he was talking about, I never masturbated myself. It wasn't that I didn't need too 'relax' myself from time to time but I found that I could get relief by friction during a mundane task such as ironing, all I had to do was pull my knickers up tightly and squeeze my thighs together as I rocked back and forth with the heavy iron in my hand. There was no 'Cosmopolitan' moment, you know, when you read Cosmo and they go into great and intricate detail about the female orgasm and how, 'Your world should move for you!' Well, I don't know about my world moving, what pleasure I did get in the past from sex and more recently from looking after my own tensions wouldn't have moved a Smart Car, never mind my world.

I was pulled further away from the path and an ever increasing volume of people passing back and forth between the two beaches, we exited the bush and out into the brilliant sunlight, both of us totally naked, taller men walking past would have been able to see us out in the small patch of open ground beyond the security of the bush. A large fallen tree trunk was laying across the open ground, I had to guess that before that ancient tree had fallen, the bright, open dell, in the centre of the ring of bushes would have been totally shaded by its branches.

I was 'posed' on the huge tree trunk, laying along its length with one leg either side of the trunk, the man was so close, looking deeply up into my body, his face was so close to my cunt that I could feel his breath on my gash. He blew cool breath onto my clitoris and it responded to him, I hadn't realised that it had responded but he took my right hand and placed my middle finger against my clitoris and it felt like a tiny cock standing away from my cunt. I just lay there with my finger tip pressing against my clit.

"Rub it for me, rub it hard, rub it the way you'd like me to rub it for you!"

I began to rub, applying pressure to squash my clitoris between my finger tip and my pubic bone, my clitoris actually refused to be squashed; it kept jumping out of the way. I went from zero to one hundred on the pleasure scale in three rubs on my magic button.

"Don't be shy, don't hold it in, let me know how much you are enjoying yourself."

I went a little crazy, my shyness and demur totally shot as I began to verbalise my orgasm and as I began to make my noise the pleasure seemed to increase and the noise got louder.

"Come along my little mousy housewife, roar like the lioness you really are!"

I got louder, a lot louder, words began to spill out of my mouth that I never knew that I knew, I certainly wasn't sure what they all meant and now my finger was a blur as it flashed back and forth trying to crush my own clitoris against my pubic mound, fighting to get more and more pleasure from my climax.

The man repositioned himself, he was still blowing up into my cunt and over my clitoris and finger, small specs of his spittle hitting my labia, his cock came into view, his fist gripping his cock tightly but it was moving up and down the eight inches of his cock as fast as my finger was moving less than an inch back and forth over my clitoris. I heard him gasp slightly and he moved the head of his cock as close as he could get it to my breast, then he erupted, spurting volcano hot semen all over my left breast and the side of my body.

"Did that feel magical?"

I couldn't speak, I had just masturbated in front of a man and had him masturbate over my body but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him, and as I came down from my pleasure mountain I realised that I couldn't even look at him. When I got my breath back he helped me to my feet, my back was dirty, it was scratched from the rough bark, my breast and side were drenched in sticky cum, I mumbled a "thank you" to him for helping me to my feet, I should have worshiped him for helping me to realise my first ever true orgasm, even if it was at my own hand. I ran for the bush and my dress, the man had left it on top of his own boiler suit. My hands were shaking as I tried to fasten the buttons; I wanted to get away before he joined me in the middle of the bush.

I heard talking on the path, it was the guy, he had circled around the bush, I tied the thin belt and left the top four buttons undone, as I stepped out onto the path I saw the man talking to three others, he was still naked, they were all wearing trunks, he looked totally relaxed at being naked even when the other men weren't. As the bush pressed my dress against my side it soaked up the spunk and stuck to my side.

"I'll see you hear again tomorrow at the same time Mrs Clark, if you want me to take it further that is!"

I froze momentarily and looked at the man, all four were smiling at me, one even winked at me as I turned and walked towards the holiday cottage, at the gate I realised that two of the three men in trunks were still behind me, following me to see where I was staying. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Steve's van had gone and that James's mother's Ford Galaxy wasn't in its place, we had to borrow June's car because we needed lots of luggage space with three kids and two adults on an eight week touring holiday.

I ran my bath all over again, by the time I took my dress off the guy's spunk had dried in the hot sun and it was painful just getting the dress unstuck from my side and breast. I heard the drumming of the large Ford engine as it crawled up the drive, so I had to jump out of the bath and run for my bedroom to get my towelling dressing gown. James picked up my dress from the bathroom floor, I went to take it off of him, "This smells a little strange and is that blood on the back?"

"I fell over while I was out walking; I scraped my back on brambles!" Luckily my knickers and bra from earlier in the day were still on the chair in the bathroom so James wasn't suspicious at all about how I was dressed. It was a good thing that James hadn't picked my knickers up though, Steve had left a little present in the gusset, a large wet pad of his own spunk, so three people masturbated that afternoon.

James was emptying the car and cleaning out the kids impromptu picnic from the middle row of seats, I was getting dressed and looking out of my bedroom window when the two men who had followed me home stood on the drive talking to him. James was pointing at the cottage, then his hand movements told me that he was describing the action of the Handstone in the Quern needed to grind corn or similar items of food, the men were nodding their heads, suitably impressed by James's cleverness in naming the house.

I joined the three of them in the hallway, James was on the phone to his mother to check if she had any vacant cottages close to Swanage or Bournemouth, the men were on a day trip to the area but had liked it so much that they wanted to stay for a few days, the man renting Handstone House had told them that James was the son of the owner of quite a few holiday cottages in the area. James had to pop up to his bedroom, he had some standard rental forms in his briefcase for his mother's property company as he ran up the two sets of stairs the taller of the two men said, "I do hope to see you on the beach path again tomorrow morning, Greg thinks you could be the best prospect of all the summer!" I asked who Greg was, "The man who shot off all over your titties earlier."

When James brought the contracts down they discovered that there was a problem over identification and credit cards, the two men were only dressed in swimming trunks so had no wallets or anything with them, James suggested that they try the bed and breakfast in Langton Matravase, the next village on from Swanage, James had been chatting to the owner of the B&B, she had been having the worst season in her history, there were thousands of extra visitors in the area for the Olympics but she had trebled her prices for the month and her guest house was empty, June had just kept her tariff at the usual rate for the time of year and most of her cottages and apartments in the area were full.

James was suspicious about the men's intentions, he felt that they had used the booking as a ruse to get into the cottage, he felt that they could even be criminals 'casing the joint', so he went around the house and checked all the window locks and door locks even though both men had been with one or other of us the whole time they were in the house. Later in the evening I spotted both men in the front garden of Handstone House talking to Greg over a pitcher of cold beer. All three men sat looking towards Quern Cottage, I imagined them discussing the prospect of my returning to the bush the following afternoon and exactly what should be done to me!

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Dorset, 2012 pt 2

I didn't know if the men in the front garden of Handstone House could see me standing at the living room window of Quern Cottage, they were certainly planning something between them, I eased the window open slightly, James was in the kitchen with the kids, he was making sure that the girls washed and dried the pots correctly and that William put everything away in its rightful place so I knew that I had a little time to eves-drop on the men's drunken revelry.

I heard pictures mentioned and bottle, the taller man, from the conversation it seemed his name was John, took his phone out of his pocket and searched through the memory before passing his phone around the other men, Greg said, "I could get her next door to do that with a bottle, dead easy, do that, and then drink the content!"

There was a lot of confused conversation before John asked his mates, Ray and Pete, if he was game for a bet, Ray, Pete and John would put ten pounds each into a kitty to match ten pounds from Greg, if Greg could get me to emulate the girl in the picture and then drink it, I assumed that the girl was riding on a beer or wine bottle and after using it, she put the neck of the bottle into her mouth. I made up my mind at that moment that I would be spending the rest of the week looking after the kids so, hopefully, Greg would lose his bet.

I have no idea why but my left hand was holding my left breast, it felt like I could still feel the scalding hot semen that Greg had dumped over my breast and side earlier in the day, a memory implanted because of the very nature of the situation I had found myself in earlier, well, that wouldn't happen ever again, especially as Greg now seemed intent on going way further than any respectable woman would ever go, mind you, I had passed that mark earlier in the day by about a million miles, but not again, I was adamant about that!

The girls and I played Scrabble together while James and William kicked a ball about on the back garden. Amy kept playing tiles that made up rude words, Laura was wetting herself, she was laughing so much, Amy's attention kept getting drawn to the men in the house next door, mainly because three of the men were dressed only in swimming trunks and it was starting to get quite cool outside.

With the light on I knew that the four men in Handstone House's garden could see me and the girls playing in the living room and they could hear Laura's giggles and before long they were all standing by the wall as close to my window as possible, James had joined them and was drinking their beer with them over the low stone wall. William came in the room, his football under his arm and a miserable look on his face, "Daddy says I have to get ready for bed, just because I said the 'fuck' word when I got my ball back from the stingers!" He cheered up slightly when I told the girls that it was bath time for them too. I didn't want to go out to the party spanning the two gardens but I needed to hear what the men and James were talking about.

It would appear that the three men had 'bumped' into Greg while they were on their way to try and get a place in the guest house that James had suggested and as Greg had three empty bedrooms he offered them his hospitality, James reminded Greg that his mother didn't allow subletting of the cottages but Greg made it clear that the other three were just stopping for a few days as friends, no financial gain expected or offered!

I stayed at James' side until he decided to go in to make sure the kids were in bed and asleep, I didn't want to give Greg and his friends any opportunity to mention my little divergence from the straight and narrow. As I walked away, following in James's footsteps, Greg said, "I do hope we get to see more of you tomorrow Mrs Clark!" Then John added, "Some of us arrived just after the climax so we're hoping to catch that next time!"

As we entered the kitchen through the back door James stopped and looked thoughtful, "I wonder what he meant by that? 'Some of us arrived just after the climax so we're hoping to catch that next time'!" I had a momentary panic before saying, "They missed the third heat in the Finn class, it was all over by the time they arrived, I'd guess that they wanted to stop over to see the fourth round tomorrow." James shook his head as if he knew I was way off the mrk but it was enough to deflect him, "Cup of tea?" He asked me, "Sure, why not, you make the tea and I'll go up and kiss the kids goodnight."

It seemed to take forever for ten o'clock to roll around, at home I was up until midnight, but then I had all of my stuff around me, things to do, my PC, my books, two hundred and ten TV channels to hunt through to find one program worth watching but on holiday I went to bed at ten o'clock, any earlier and I'd be up at first light, that was four AM on the south coast and any later and boredom would cause me to commit suicide.

I didn't shower as I had taken a bath earlier in the afternoon; I pulled my nighty on and slipped under just one thin cotton sheet, as it was so hot. As soon as my back hit the bottom sheet the wounds on my back from the rough tree bark I had, well, you all know what I had done earlier in the day to cause the scratches. I was very graphically reminded of my earlier adventure on the pathway leading from the Textile Beach to the Naturist Beach, my left hand slipped up over my nighty and without thinking about it, I began to rub gently, trying to rub the memory of hot semen splashing all over my left breast, out of my mind.

Again, there was no conscious thought directing my hands, I was actively trying to block my time with Greg earlier in the day from my head and while I was distracted by the thought of my breast being covered in a stranger's semen, my right hand slipped down my nighty to the bottom hem and pulled it up, slightly higher than the waistband of my knickers and then, again, with no control on my part, my right hand slipped down the front of my panties.

Up to that point my body had been acting on its own, I was trying to empty my head so that I could go to sleep, as my middle finger covered my clitoris though it all came into clear focus, my left hand was palpating my left breast through my nighty quite roughly or should I say 'purposefully' and the middle finger of my right hand was trying to press my clit against my pubic bone but my clitoris was trying womanfully to push my finger back.

Before I knew it I was arching my back off of the bed and the top sheet was on the floor. I had managed to pull my nighty up under my chin and now my bra was also under my chin as well, I was squeezing my left breast and pinching my nipple, then rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, I had started fighting for breath and the noise lever from inside my body was increasing, not quite to the level of earlier in the spinney but I was being far too loud, my bedroom door opened and Amy walked in rubbing her eyes, "Are you okay mummy?" She asked before stopping dead in her tracks, her eyes wide open, "Oh! You're doing that? I didn't think you ever did that mummy! I thought you were crying!" Before I could gasp out an apology Amy had closed my bedroom door and crossed over the hallway to the bathroom, I was still panting for breath when I heard her flush the toilet. I checked the clock, it was almost midnight, so I must have been finger-fucking myself for over an hour without it registering on my consciousness.

I heard Amy padding her way to her bedroom as I managed to compose myself, what the hell do you tell a nine year old girl when she catches her mother masturbating herself at, what I could only assume was full volume. I pulled my knickers up and my bra and nighty down, then I heaved myself to my feet and followed Amy into her bedroom.

"Erm, Amy! About what you...." "It's okay mummy, everybody does it, I just didn't think you did it anymore!" And with that, Amy turned her back to me and slipped into a deep sleep. 'Well, that was easier than I thought it was going to be,' flashed through my mind as I slipped back to bed. I could only wish that I had been able to fall asleep as fast as Amy had but by one o'clock I was still awake and my body was still craving something, something far more than external massage could provide, even though that was ten times the pleasure than my husband had ever given me and in the past my body had never complained like it was at that moment.

I watched the dawn break, still awake and still fighting the urge to masturbate again, at seven o'clock in the morning; I still hadn't slept so I got up and headed for the kitchen and coffee. Before I got to the kitchen all three children flew past me and beat me into the kitchen, there was a gabble of demands for various kinds of food for breakfast. I was a little short tempered because of lack of sleep and snapped at the three of them for being so difficult, "God mum, I thought you'd be a little mellower this morning after playing so much last night," Amy said before flouncing off into the living room and switching on the TV. Laura rushed off after her sister and was pestering her to tell her what she had seen me doing in the night. As I delivered milk and toast to the girls Laura said, "Oh that, she doesn't does she?" And Laura looked over at me and smiled.

I found that I was really on the very edge of exploding, lack of sleep, embarrassment at being caught masturbating by my daughter on top of my body's unreasonable demands for 'relaxation' through intimate massage was starting to play on me. Then to top it all off, James walked into the living room and Laura jumped straight in with, "Daddy, do you know what mummy did?" My breath caught in my chest and my heart stopped beating, "No darling, what did mummy do?" "Well, she shouted at us and she didn't give us Coco Pops like we asked for, she made us all eat toast and milk for breakfast!"

I wanted to pull the power chord out of the toaster and use the live and neutral conductors to shock my heart back into rhythm, fortunately my breathing started all on its own, "That's okay darling, I told you yesterday that you couldn't have Coco Pops for breakfast every day, didn't I?" Laura looked suitably disgusted but Sponge Bob Square Pants came on the TV so she lost interest in the conversation.

James asked the kids who wanted to stay with me and who wanted to go with him to watch the Olympics sailing regatta again, all three wanted to go to watch the racing, I was asked if I wanted to go but before I could say one way or the other, Amy stepped in, "You need your nap mummy, you look like you are coming down with summer flu!" So it was decided, once again, I was home alone, James asked me to get Steve to touch up the exterior paintwork before doing anything else inside the house as rain was forecast for the next day.

As the kids left, Amy brushed her hair, which I thought was unusual for her, it was usually a fight to get her to do her hair, then she handed me her brush, "I find this a lot better than 'running your fingers through your hair' mummy," Amy winked at me as she walked past, the brush was an expensive one, a present from her grandfather, the handle was really chunky and heavy, then, on closer inspection, there were signs that the handle had been used for other things, if you know what I mean.

I toyed with the idea of washing Amy's brush out and using it in the same way that she had obviously used it, then I noticed the four men from Handstone House walking towards the beach, 'No, you are not going to follow them,' ricocheted around in my head, then 'Okay, follow them but refuse to do anything they tell you too,' replaced the first thought, then, 'Okay, follow them but if they give you a bottle and tell you to masturbate with it, refuse and come straight back home!'

I'd washed and dried my dress from the day before but I hadn't ironed it, I stood there, my hand rubbing it, feeling the thin cotton, remembering that in the bright light, I had been told that the darker parts of my body could be clearly seen through it but I still found myself stripping off completely and slipping into the thin dress.

On the way to the path between the textile beach and the nudist beach I stopped in my tracks, there was a workman from the local council blocking the path. There had always been a rusty old steel pole at the side of the spinney that just seemed to be superfluous to needs but the workman was painting it and I noticed that some kind of sign had been fitted to the top of the pole, it was covered in a black plastic bag to stop the grey paint splashing up on it as the guy finished painting it. I held well back, the workman was within three feet of where Greg had pulled me into the bushes the day before, I expected to see the four men hanging around much like I was as the workman had obviously been there for some hours but they weren't in sight.

It took fifteen minutes for the man to pack his stuff away, then he turned to me and as he pulled the cover off of the new sign he said, "There, you can undress from here now again officially!" The sign was the one telling people that 'Clothing need not necessarily be worn beyond this point'. I just stood there while he collected his stuff and walked past me, "There, it's all yours, let's see if that sign lasts longer than a week this time!"

I walked to the sign and the three feet beyond, I was pressing the branches to feel for the opening but with one eye on the path in both directions in case someone came along. A hand popped out of the bush as if by magic and I was pulled into the heart of the bush again.

Greg pulled me into the centre of the bush, just as he had the day before, I looked around, for some reason I felt very let down that there was just Greg and I in the bush, like me, Greg was dressed in the same Nylon boiler suit that he wore the day before but at a guess, he hadn't washed and dried his clothes overnight. We just stood there, a foot or so apart, looking at each other and saying nothing. Then my heart lifted as the branches behind me began to rustle and Ray, John and Pete stumbled into the bush behind me.

The men were only ahead of me by around thirty minutes but it was obvious that they had been drinking and when I was pulled out into the clearing with the fallen tree I could see several empty beer bottles and a few full ones too. Ray and John didn't ask or tell me to strip off my dress, they just undressed me between themselves with Pete and Greg looking on with grins on their faces.

Once I was naked, I was pulled to the tree trunk, not the wide part that Greg had posed me on the day before and made me masturbate myself, I was pulled to a narrower point, where there had been lots of branches, I couldn't really see the tree as I was being pulled by the two men with my back to the tree but it looked like the men had been cutting some of the dead branches that I had seen pointing to the sky the day before.

If I had thought the bark was rough and scratchy the previous day, as I was pulled down onto the freshly cut stumps on the much narrower point of the tree, I really knew what uncomfortable really meant. All four men were still fully dressed and I was totally naked, I was shivering so much laying on the tree that I thought I was about to levitate off of the tree, John and Ray must have been worried about that too as they pulled my arms above my head and slipped a loop of rough Nylon rope around each of my wrists which were tied quite tightly, I assumed that the ropes were tied to branches of the dead tree but as I tried to pull against the rope, I quickly realised that there was just one rope and it passed under the tree's trunk.

Another rope was passed under the tree close to my feet and once again, the ends of the rope were tied around my ankles. It was quite difficult to see what the men were doing, it looked like they were playing cards, 'I do hope that they are playing for which order they would be fucking me in and not who was going to fuck me' rushed through my head.

The men took another bottle of beer each and drank them, Ray pointed out that there was only one bottle of beer left and asked who wanted it, John said, "We ought to give it to our guest!" I had been expecting to be asked to play with a beer or wine bottle and I had told myself that I would refuse and storm off for effect, it hadn't crossed my mind that I might end up tied down to a tree for close to an hour first. I was at the point where, in pure or impure desperation, I would have begged for one of the men to fuck me.

It was Pete who stood up with the pint bottle of beer in his hands, Ray asked if he wanted the bottle opener, Pete stopped in his tracks momentarily before saying, "No, the beer'll go flat!" Pete touched my labia, the first time a man had ever touched my vagina with his fingers, Pete used his middle finger and thumb to spread my lips, "You were right Greg, her pussy hair is like a pan scrubber, if you try to fuck her with all this hair around her hole you'll cut your dick to shreds." And as he said that, he eased the beer bottle up into my body, the sharp bottle top still attached.

I had expected it to hurt but I was so wet inside that I hardly even felt it go in. Pete didn't use the bottle to masturbate me as I had expected him to, or was that hoped for him too; he just pushed it up as far as it could go and then walked away. I had then expected my body to expel the foreign body, especially as my internal muscles were going mad clamping down and relaxing over and over again but it didn't get expelled at all. I have to assume that the sharp metal frill of the bottle top was holding the bottle in place because the thing hadn't moved so much as a millimetre from where Pete had pushed it up too.

Pete rejoined the other three men, they were totally ignoring me now as I began to climax and the more I climaxed the more my inner muscles clamped down and relaxed on the beer bottle and the stronger my orgasm was becoming. Inside my body it felt like a firestorm was growing, I was left for thirty minutes; by that time I was making so much noise that it would have drawn the attention of anyone walking the pathways around the beaches.

My body was drenched in sweat, both from the sun beating down on my body and from the exertions of thirty minutes or more of orgasms chained together, someone said, "We'd better turn her off or someone will call five-o on us" It definitely wasn't Greg as he had encouraged me to make far more noise the day before. All four men came over to me, as Pete carefully removed the bottle from my vagina the other's untied my hands and feet. 'I'll definitely refuse to drink from the bottle', I could at least control that part of the men's plan.

I was pulled to my feet and Greg actually kissed me on the lips, I shivered again, I thought that I was going to climax again just from the kiss of a man who had just ignored me for thirty minutes. "We don't want to fuck you unless you get rid of your pussy hair first!"

'Well, I didn't need them to fuck me; I had just had a thirty minute long orgasm, so I didn't need a man, any man for sex!' I thought to myself as I snatched up my dress and stomped off towards the bush that was the gateway out into the real world. I paced up and down inside the darkened bush as I fastened the buttons of my dress, tears came, I was angry and frustrated, how could I be frustrated though, surely to God I didn't need any more, my body had been satisfied or should have been but fingers and a bottle are no substitute for a man actually fucking you.

'Why haven't I left the bush?' I wondered, I peered out into the clearing, the four men were sitting around on makeshift seats, they were playing cards again, did I mean so little to them that they could totally ignore the sounds of my sobbing from inside the bush?

I had walked to the path a dozen times, stopping myself at the last moment, blaming an imaginary passing person for my refusal to go out onto the path, eventually I returned to the clearing and cleared my throat. "If you want one of us to fuck you, you have to undress and you have to shave your cunt first!" John had been the one to break the men's silence, "How do I do that?" I asked. "One button at a time!" it was Ray that said that with a grin on his face, I pulled a sarcastic face, then I took a deep breath and said, "I know how to undress, how do I do the other?" Greg stood up. "Let's take one step at a time, you undress and then we'll tell you how we want you to shave!"

As I undressed I noticed steam rising off of the tree trunk in the bright sunshine, the place that I had been tied to the tree was still damp but drying rapidly, soaked as it had been by my sweat, but the place beneath where my bottom had been was still soaking wet from my inner fluid, black against the grey bark of the tree.

I was once again naked, I handed my dress to Greg and he threw it down onto the wettest part of the tree, "We need water!" Ray said as he took my wrist in his hand, "You have the stuff Greg?" Ray asked, Greg just nodded his head, John had taken my other wrist and I was pulled through the bush between the two men, through the darkness in the heart of the bush and then out onto the path beyond. I was struggling, reluctant to go out into the public area whilst I was totally naked but I couldn't stop it happening.

I looked over my shoulder, Pete and Greg were walking along behind us, neither of them had my dress though Greg had a knapsack, I could only hope that my dress was in the knapsack. As the path was so narrow, Ray and John were in front of me, side by side so I was hidden from view ahead by them and from behind by Greg and Pete. That all changed though when we stepped out onto the naturist beach, suddenly I was totally exposed to the front and back, totally naked in the middle of a line of four fully dressed men.

The beach looked as it had often looked when I had peeked out onto it from the path in previous years, eight or so couples lying out on towels on the sand taking in the sun, the usual line of men, twenty-five to thirty in total, patrolling the beach between the sea and the sunbathers. From the marks in the sand, the men all walked the same route, about five hundred feet long, just past the men and women sunbathing, all of the men just walking back and forth, looking down at each couple as they seemed to ignore them.

I was taken to the outer edge of the foot marks in the sand; I was taken to the edge of the wet sand and pushed onto the ground. Suddenly the route march of the men extended to walk a few yards past me as well as the couples. If I had been turned on by four men looking at my naked body, having around thirty men walking back and forth as well had my motor running once again.

"Give me your hand!" Greg said, Pete was at the edge of the sea, filling a large plastic bag with water. I offered Greg my left hand, assuming he was going to pull me to me feet but he took a small tube of what looked like toothpaste and squeezed a two inch thick line of it along my middle finger. "Ray asked, "Will it lather with salt water?" Greg gave Ray a distained look, "This is military surplus, if there's no water around, you can use your enemy's blood and it will give you a perfect shave!"

Peter returned with about a half gallon of sea water in the plastic bag and poured a large quantity of it between my legs, Greg said, "Make sure your lips are totally clean but it's up to you how much more you shave off, the more you shave off, the more men I'll allow to fuck you!" I didn't really have any idea how to shave myself but I kind of understood instinctively that I'd need to lather the hair that I planned to shave off. As soon as my finger covered in shaving cream touched my ginger bush, there were two explosions, outside, an explosion of foaming soap, inside an explosion of an orgasm. I lathered right up to my belly button before Greg passed me a disposable razor. Pete had taken a plastic cup from Greg's bag and filled it with sea water for me to rinse the razor off in. It kept running through my head that I had to totally clean my pussy lips, so I started there, sitting on the sand with my knees up so that I could see more easily between my legs.

When I swirled the razor in the cup of water to clean the soap and shorn hairs off I looked up and now ten men were standing between me and the sea, not walking back and forth as they usually did, they just stood there, watching me shaving between my legs. By the time my labia were completely clear of hair and any trace of stubble there was a ring of men around me, so I was totally closed off from the rest of the beach and world. Should I stop? That thought appealed to me, from the outside it looked no different to me, only with my legs wide open would anyone see my bare pussy lips. I stopped and dropped the razor into the cup of water and leaned back on my arms.

"Okay, if you've finished your shave, pick the one man that I will allow to fuck you!" 'One man!' The words ran through my head over and over again. I had chosen one man in the past and that had been a huge mistake, I had kind of hoped that all four would try me out, one of them was sure to be okay, or at least better than my husband. I just looked at the ring of men standing around me, 'One man!' This could be a huge disappointment, I took a huge gulp of air and I swirled the razor in the water again and dripped water on the rapidly drying foam in my bush, I was going to shave an inch above my gash, I had seen other women on the beach with that level of topiary often. As I cut and slashed at the mop of tangled wire the onlookers were egging me on, telling me to shave more and more until I found that the razor was on the edge of my belly button and I was totally bare.

Pete emptied the bag of cold water all over my pussy mound, the salt stung the razor nicks but I was so excited that it hardly even registered on me. Greg cleared his throat and said, "You've been very good so far and Ray, John and Pete will be happy to fuck you later on but if you want me to fuck you too, you have to do more, just a little more."

Later! LATER! I was on fire right now, what was all this later crap? And what else was I expected to do? The beer bottle came back to mind, I'd have to drink the beer from the bottle that had been up my cunt for over thirty minutes, I'd do it too, I definitely wanted to sample all four men and as soon as possible too.

Greg looked around the ring of men, they all had erections from watching me shave, "You were very naughty turning all of these men on when there is no one to help them to look after their excitement, so before we can get down to fucking you, you have to help all of our friends out."

Greg reached into his bag and took out another plastic cup, "You have to get everyone here off into this cup, you can use your hands or your mouth to get them off but their seed all has to go into the cup, not a single droplet is to be lost, do you understand?" Well, this was a problem, I had seldom brought myself off and Greg was the only man I had ever seen rubbing his dick before but I could see that Greg was adamant, to get all four men I'd have to masturbate a few others. Greg told the men that they would all have to stay in the ring until everyone was finished. "One man steps away and I'll call an end to the game!"

Greg pulled me over to the man he had chosen to be first and my arm was pulled up so that my hand was touching his cock. I took a hold and started to rub. It took me an age to get him off and it was really hard to catch his spunk in the cup, I did get a little faster at getting the subsequent men off and became quite the expert at catching spunk that was trying to escape though. By one o'clock in the afternoon I had finished the last man and even with the 'product' of over twenty men the cup was still less than half full.

The ring of men melted away in an instant, they didn't go back to walking back and forth, they all trailed to the various paths leading away from the beach. There were only the four men around me now, well, the four men and the eight couples who had seemingly ignored my masturbating every single man on the beach. The men were all grinning now, Greg squatted at my side, "You know that I promised to fuck you if you wanked all those men off?" I nodded my head, "Well I told a little white lie, if you want to be fucked, you still have one task to perform and if you do I'm thirty quid up, if you refuse we both loose, I lose a tenner and you lose the fucking of your life!" My heart sank, "What do I have to do?" Greg smiled at the other three in triumph, "Are you thirsty?" I sighed, "Pass me the bottle!" "Bottle, what bottle? You have the cup in your hands!"

I looked down at the white gloop in the cup, it looked like ten day old wallpaper paste, 'He had to be kidding!' "You only have one minute to make up your mind, we're all very busy men you know!" I took a deep breath, then pinching my nose I put the cup to my lips and allowed the spunk cocktail to slip down my throat. It took me just twenty seconds to finish swallowing the gloop, it didn't run out of the cup, more flopped out and into my mouth. Twenty seconds to swallow and in thirty more it was all back up as I vomited all over the sand to the laughter of all four men, "There John, you now have a second picture of a woman draughting on the naturist beach. My head spun in John's direction, his phone was in his hand and he was pressing the button over and over again to capture my puking in slow motion.

Greg opened a bottle of beer and passed it to me, the neck of the bottle was in my mouth before I realised that it was the bottle that had been up my cunt earlier, I shrugged my shoulders and drained the bottle.

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