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Published : 22 June 2020

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Divorce Village
by Isabella Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Public Sex, Incest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

I was at my usual coffee morning, my group of friends had one every Friday, we were ostensibly the flower committee for the village but talking about village flowers was only about ten percent of the chat, we dished the dirt on just about everything and I took a full and active part in all of that talk...where I went quiet though was when the talk got around to husbands. Of the ten women that regularly met on Friday mornings, nine of them were unhappy with their husbands, Dian was the most dissatisfied, she had been saying for weeks that her husband had tried to get his leg over and she had turned him down every time, this week she opened with, "I've moved into the guest bedroom, I'm looking around for a little flat in Kettering and as soon as I can sort that out, I'll be gone!"

When Dian leaves Ken, her husband, it will be the fifth separation in the village this year...and our village isn't all that big. We seemed to be undergoing an avalanche of divorces as well...and the reason that I kept out of that part of the conversation...well, if I mentioned that I actually loved John, my husband, and that I loved our weekly fuck or more often than once a week...they would probably lynch me from the lamppost in the street.

John and I agreed that we would have sex every Friday or Saturday...even if neither of us were particularly horny or even just ready for sex...come rain or shine, sickness or health...we would fuck either on Friday night or at some point on Saturday.

By the end of our meeting, five out of the ten women there admitted that they were thinking of following Dian...either into Kettering, our nearest town or even into Northampton, our closest city.

I slipped my feet into my Wellingtons to set out for home...not those pansy designer Wellingtons that hardly kept the water out, my Wellingtons were built for real men to work in, the sole looked like it was made out of tractor tyres, the tread at least an inch deep. Because I was wearing my four wheel drive Wellingtons, I was able to take the field path home instead of walking all the way around the road network from one end of the village to the other where I lived.

When I stepped out onto the drive way to my house there was a clicking from the bottom of my boots so I scuffed my foot to try and dislodge the stone or whatever was stuck in my sole. I looked down to see whatever it was but there was nothing on the drive, just a gouge in the surface of the concrete and if whatever was stuck in my boot was that hard enough to scratch a concrete driveway, I didn't want to take that anywhere close to my tiled kitchen floor so I went to John's man cave to look for a screwdriver to dig it out.

I didn't go into John's shed very often, it really was his domain, a place that he could retire to when some household item needed fixing and because he fixed things in his shed, I guessed that I'd find the tools that I needed to extricate the stone from my boot.

I opened the door to the shed expecting to find dirt and mess, piles of junk and boxes of tools...at the very least, I was expecting a bare wooden floor to walk on but I was wrong, the floor was covered in an off-cut of the new carpet that we'd installed on our living room floor last year. My old sofa from five years ago was against the back wall of the shed and the old chest of drawers from my sewing room that John had taken to the dump two or three years ago was was facing me on the wall opposite the door. I actually had to take my Wellingtons off to go into his shed because it looked nicer than my living room.

I was standing in the shed now in my stocking feet. I checked the workbench under the window for any signs of tools but the workbench was uncluttered by anything like tools, just strewn with porn magazines...the kind that our local newsagents stocked on the top shelf of his magazine rack. I knew that John loved reading his pornographic magazines and I had never stopped him buying them or reading them in the house. Whenever we went into a newsagents' shop, while I would buy something or pay a bill, John would stand at the magazine rack looking up at the top shelf. As I carried out the transaction, I could almost hear the voice in John's head saying, 'Got it...got it...read it...need it...' until I finished at the cash desk...no, I didn't mind his reading hobby one little bit but once, one of my friends was visiting and while John went to the front door to let her in, I had to hide all of his inappropriate magazines.

After our coffee and thirty minute natter, she left again and I said, "It's a good thing that it was Angela calling around, she grew up in a city so she always uses the front door, any of my other friends would have just walked in through the back door and would have seen all of these..." as I pulled the four dirty books out from under the cushions on the sofa.

I hadn't asked John to keep the books out of the house, all I asked him was that he only left one in the living room so that I could hide it quickly and easily...John being the ever considerate man he was, simply moved his reading material to his shed...but still nothing to dig the stone out of my boot.

I opened the top drawer of my old chest of drawers, there were more pornographic magazines in there as well, this time, they weren't the kind that you'd see on the top shelf of any English newsagents, a few might have stocked them and sold them to discerning customers from under the counter. There were ten small magazines that had one woman with 3 or more men looking after her sexual needs, there was one called 'Farm Yard Frolics'...various women performing various acts with different kinds of animals but there was only one animal sex booklet to ten group sex magazines so he probably liked the group sex story line ten times more than the animal one. There were also two magazines with rape scenes and violent sex, one book with older men screwing younger girls.. I had to admit to myself that John had a far kinkier side to him than he'd ever demonstrated to me so far.

I eventually found John's 'Stupid boy' screwdriver, the one that has a little orange light in the handle that glows when you're about to do something stupid...like touch a live wire or terminal. I used that as a lever to winkle the glass out of the sole of my Wellington boot.

John got home early from work, almost an hour early and he scooped me in his arms, he kissed me and prodded me in my belly with his erection, "Anything planned for this evening darling?"

I shook my head, "Nothing until bed time and it's Friday so..." I raised my eyebrows twice...suggestively.

"You know it's big Dave's birthday today...right?"

I shook my head, naturally I knew 'Big Dave', he had been one of John's oldest friends for all of his life, there were still a bunch of eight or nine men who lived in the village who had spent most of their lives in the village, the only absence being university time. Even 'Newby', Mark Newberry, had lived in the village since he was ten years old and now, thirty years later, they still called him 'The new boy'.

"Well, the thing is...Dave's been really miserable since Tina left him, and this week is the first anniversary of Swin's divorce...so, I was wondering if you'd come to the working men's club with me tonight, they have a live band playing tonight so...live music and dancing, the guys are all getting together at the club to try and cheer Dave and Swin up and I just thought that it might cheer them up even more if you came along, you know, give the boys someone to dance with!"

"Will I need shin pads and steel toe boots?"

"No, I know my limitations, I know that I have three left feet, so I won't trouble you on the dance floor if you come with me to the club you should have a good time as well."

"Okay, I'll come...so, is it a cloth cap and whippet kind of a do or a posh frock and hair piled up on top of my head thing?"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well, it's a cloth cap and whippet affaire, but can I ask you to doll yourself up for me a little please, you don't have to go over the top, just so long as you look like you've put a little effort in for them!"

I checked my watch, "What time is kick-off tonight?"

"Seven o'clock...it'll all be over by ten o'clock, they've had a lot of complaints about noise from the people living around the club and their licence is under review."

"Well then, I'll need to get started, I only have three hours to get ready because we'll need to catch the six thirty bus to town."

John grinned at me as if I was joking but I was being serious. I was rushing around to get things ready but John was getting under my feet, "John, isn't there anything that needs fixing out in the shed?"

He held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, I'll get out from under your feet."

I sorted out what I'd wear to the club, a little black cocktail dress with a low, square cut neckline with a scarlet lingerie set and dark tan stockings. The bra and dress combination that I'd picked out would mean that the lace frill around the cups would just show above the neckline of the dress and the bottom hem of the dress would be just a half an inch lower than the dark band of my stockings.

I had my shower and spent thirty minutes piling and pinning my long hair up on top of my head to leave my neck totally exposed, I knew that I'd look stunning with my long alabaster neck and décolletage on display above my black dress with just a halo of red lace separating all that black and alabaster.

I wrapped myself in a towel and schlepped out into the back garden to John's shed, I looked in the window, John was sitting on the sofa reading one of the gang-bang books and as he read, he was stroking his cock through his trousers, I knocked on the window and called out, "Darling, the bathroom's free and you've only got forty-five minutes left."

John closed his magazine and I spotted the front cover, it had seven or eight men with just one women.

While John had his shower I was plastering the foundation layer on, not just my face and neck, I coated all the way down to my nipples so that there wouldn't be a shadow line where the uncoated skin met the skin covered in foundation and makeup.

It took thirty minutes to paint my face, bright scarlet lipstick with a clear sealant coat on top to prevent smudging, paint transfer and to make my lips pop out more. I was just slipping my feet into my red patent leather shoes with their four inch heel as John walked in combing his hair, "The bus has just left Rushden, it'll be here in five or six minutes but we can wait until the next one if you aren't ready yet!"

"I'm ready...don't I look ready?"

"You look fantastic...no, more than fantastic, you'll definitely put a smile on Dave's face when he sees you and it'll be the first smile he'll have had in weeks!"

It was too warm for a coat or jacket so I was really on display to our neighbours as we walked to the bus stop. Fortunately the bus arrived in just thirty seconds so I was off the street quickly. The bus had to wait for ninety seconds because, even in just those few miles between Rushden and our village, it had gained time on its schedule and now had to wait for the correct time before it could leave.

"I would have expected at least one or two of your friends to have been catching this bus with us John!"

"I think they would have probably walked up to the main road, they get a choice of four different busses there so the most they have to wait is six minutes between busses and from the new estate, the main road is closer than this stop, we'll probably pick one or two up once we turn onto the main road."

Our bus remained empty all the way to Kettering, we didn't see any of John's friends enroote and as we got off the bus I said, "John, there isn't any chance that one of your silly mates has driven here in his car is there?"

"I don't think any of them would be that stupid on a drinking night but I'll ask around, just to make sure and if one of them has driven I'll pressurise him not to drive home if he has more than a pint!"

I was glad that we'd caught the earlier bus, the club was quite busy already, lots of men in the bar buying their cheap drinks, I guessed at about fifty men and five other women in the bar area. John sent me through to the concert room to find seats, I was told that I'd need one of the big tables and we needed at least eight seats based on the number of his friends that had already said that they were planning on joining us tonight.

I found the last big, round, table in the concert room, there were a few of the four seater tables and some of the two seat tables still free but I managed to take up squatter's rights on it and I manfully defended the seven empty seats around my property.

Men were walking up to me and asking if they could join me...I guess a lone woman dressed the way that I was dressed and looking the way I did, it had to be worth a try to get close...other men were asking if they could take a chair because I seemed to have a monopoly on the only free seats in the room.

I saw Dave struggling through the crowd with three pints of bitter in his hands, concentrating on trying not to spill any of his precious cargo. I was so glad of the help that Dave could provide in defending my Queendom that as he approached my table, I jumped to my feet, kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday and then took one of the three pints from his hands. I held the pint I was holding up, "Who's is this one Dave?"

He looked at the two pints left in his hand and compared them with the one I was holding, "That looks like a pint of lite, that would be mine, all the rest are just 'Guest' bitter so it doesn't matter who has which."

I put the pint I was holding in front of the seat next to mine, "As you're the birthday boy, you can sit next to me."

I spotted Swin coming through next with three pints, carrying them just as gingerly as Dave had carried his three. I stopped on my feet and took one pint out of Swin's hands. Swin leaned in and kissed my cheek in much the same way that I had kissed Dave seconds earlier.

John was seconds behind Swin, John was carting two pints and a glass of red wine for me, much easier to carry two pints and a wine glass that three pints, John could walk much faster without fear of spillage...well, he wouldn't spill my wine as wine glasses are seldom full to the brim.

So we now had nine drinks on our table and only four people and the 'Entertainment Secretary' for the club was climbing the steps up to the stage, it was his job to welcome the act to the club and ask the audience to welcome the group by clapping them.

The lights went down and the curtains opened to a six piece band playing eighties music.

During the first tune, Harry Coalman and Paul Brent arrived and sat at two of the empty seats, the dance floor was conspicuous by its lack of dancers.

The lead vocalist of the group announced the next tune and as he was doing that, Colin Walker turned up and took the seventh seat.

I had to hold back a laugh as I looked around the table, if I was a suspicious person, having seen John's collection of special magazines implying that he seemed to have a proclivity for fantasy stories of multiple men having sex with one woman or girl, I'd have assumed that John bringing me to a club where the men outnumber the women by twenty to one and I was now on a table with six men could be a prelude to a sexual encounter. Especially as it was Friday evening and Friday night was our usual sex night.

During the third tune, Mark Newberry turned up to claim the eighth chair but, he wasn't alone, he had talked one of his workmates into coming along with him, they both looked around to try and spot any free seats that there might be in the room but there weren't any, Mark's friend's name was Alan Porter, he slapped Alan on the shoulder and told him to sit with us and he'd go and stand at the back of the room.

I stood up and turned my back on John to sit across his lap, Dave jumped up as well and he moved over one seat into the one I'd just vacated, everyone shuffled around to give Mark and Alan two seats together at the opposite end of the table.

Because I was slightly raised up on John's knee, Dave's eye line was almost pupil to nipple with me, not that he could actually see my nipples...well, he may have got the impression of my nipples through my bra and thin dress because I'd had that sexy thought about John possibly organising a gangbang between me and six of his best friends so I was excited!

Dave was looking from my chest to my knees, there was every possibility that he could just make out the dark bands at the tops of the stockings, he might even have seen the dimples that the snaps, holding my stockings up, made through the material.

John whispered in my ear, "Why don't you ask Dave if he wants a dance...if you get on the dance floor it might encourage others up...oh, and while you're dancing, you could give him a proper birthday kiss!"

That was all it took, John telling me to dance with Big Dave and give him a proper birthday kiss, to tip my body into a minor orgasm as I sat on his knee. He felt my body shiver and he grinned at me before pushing me off of his knee, almost pushing my pussy against Dave's nose.

"Come on Dave, let's go and start the dancing off!"

I had Dave's hand in mine, dragging him across the room towards the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder at John, I looked over the top of Dave's head and wished I'd worn flats...the guys were really cruel, Dave was the shortest of them all but they called him 'Big', I guess that it's a little like calling Robin Hood's man Little John even though he was a giant of a man.

The tune that was playing as we headed for the dance floor was a fast and energetic tune but as we neared the dance floor, the tune changed to a love song...the ballad ' I Just Called to Say I Love You' from nineteen eighty-four, so instead of a safe dance at a safe distance, it was a slow and smoochy dance and Dave was making the most of it in case I slapped his face and stormed off.

I didn't offer Dave a kiss, he asked for one, "Hey Vicky, how about a proper kiss...I'm only forty once you know?"

I closed my eyes and puckered up as we shuffled and turned slowly to the music. Dave kissed me and his hands slipped down from the small of my back and over my buttocks. My eyes suddenly opened wide in shock as I discovered why Dave was called 'Big' Dave...as he kissed and groped me, he grew an erection that reached almost up to my belly button...Dave must have been packing ten inches or more in his trousers. Dave still had his erection long after our kiss ended and I pulled his hands up off of my bum and put them back on the small of my back. I only really moved his hands because we were so exposed out on the dance floor with only three other couples dancing with us.

The tune ended and Swin was suddenly there, tapping Dave on his shoulder, "My turn now Dave!"

My dance with Swin was a slightly faster tune so we were separated slightly, we danced for the four minute tune and at the end of the tune, Swin leaned in and kissed me.

Harry Coalman was waiting to take over from Swin, a slightly slower dance, more of a grab-ass dance and once again, it ended with a kiss and Harry handed me over to Paul Brent. This dance was more of a rock and roll style dance and I was spun, twisted and turned throughout the dance, terminating in a kiss again.

Mark Newberry was next, he was flirting with me during a slow dance, telling me that I looked beautiful, that the dress looked very sexy on me and that my body looked great.

Alan Porter was standing at the side of the dance floor, he looked incredibly embarrassed as he said, "Your husband told me to come and have a dance with you, that Colin Walker guy went off with Dave and Paul to do a bar run before the rush when they have the interval...I think I'm supposed to keep you out here on the dance floor until the guys get back from the bar."

I danced with Alan for three tunes in the end but Colin never returned to have his dance by the time the lights were turned up and the 'Entertainment Secretary' took to the stage to announce that there would be a thirty minute break, raffle tickets were on sale and the raffle prize draw would take place just before the second half but between now and then, it was good old fashioned bingo.

Alan escorted me back to the table and I sat on John's knee again to finish my drink. It looked like half the audience had the same idea as Colin and they had all left the concert room just before the break to restock their drinks.

Colin handed me another glass of wine, I tried to refuse it, I made a point of only ever drinking one glass of wine while on a night out...I wouldn't keep my figure for very long if I let my guard down!

While everyone was playing bingo...well, not everyone, I didn't approve of gambling in any form and John knew better than to gamble in front of me, even a seemingly innocent game of bingo so we were free to hold a whispered conversation while the others all played bingo.

John whispered, "I'm sorry I told you to give Dave a proper birthday kiss now, he took liberties with you and everyone saw him and they all started to take liberties."

"I didn't stop them because I thought that you had prompted them to flirt with me...I thought that it was something that you wanted to happen, I've seen your collection of fantasy magazines!"

John had a wry smile on his face, "Well, you can't blame a man for the way his fantasies go!"

"No darling, I never would either but I only let the guys flirt with me because I thought it was what you wanted."

"I have to say that it was a turn on watching it all going on but no...I didn't set it up...okay, I'll admit that I did send Alan over to dance with you but only because I thought that Colin would be back before the next dance!"

The raffle prize was drawn and part two of the music started all over again. Colin pulled me to the dance floor and had the dance that he didn't have forty minutes earlier. Colin made a grab for my arse but I stopped him this time.

"Hey, don't you like me as much as the others?"

"It isn't that, I thought that John had told the others to flirt with me bur when he told me that he hadn't, I have to stop it now, so that things don't go too far."

The second half of the evening wasn't nearly as exciting as the first half, the guys all still wanted to kiss and grab at my arse but I stopped them all. At five minutes to ten there was a sudden explosion, there was still one tune left before the end but I was escorted back to John's side and then my dance partner and the other five men all ran for the door.

I watched the curls of dust spinning off their heels as they ran, "What was that all about...was it because I stopped them kissing me and grabbing for my arse?"

"No darling, even with out the kissing and the fooling about, dancing with you all evening has been the highlight of the guy's year but now they have to get back to the village as quickly as possible and they want to catch the ten o'clock direct to the village."

"Why do they have to get there so quickly?"

"Well, I fear that it could be your fault...well, a little anyway...they all want to be in the village before Gainer, our village whore, closes at eleven o'clock!"

"Our village does not have a whore!"

John raised his eyebrows and gave me his best 'Superior' look and then he nodded his head.

"Well, even if that were true, the ten minutes past ten bus would still get them in the village well before eleven o'clock, even after the walk down from the main road."

I didn't want to finish my wine so we left the club a minute after the other seven men. We saw Alan shaking hands with the other six men and he peeled off to walk home to his area of Kettering. The bus was waiting at the stand, the guys paid and clambered aboard the bus, all heading straight for the top deck. John and I caught on the same bus as the guys but I didn't want to risk climbing the stairs in my short dress so we both sat on the lower deck.

We got off the bus at our stop but the guys were still on the top deck, "Where exactly are the guys going?"

"Gainer lives on Farm Lane so the guys will get off at the next stop."

"You're still pulling my leg!"

"Well, it'll only take a short walk to prove it one way or the other!"

"Okay then, you're on!"

John stopped in his tracks, "I know that you don't agree with gambling but I need a wager...if I'm right and the village does have a whore, then you have to do something special for me...if I can't prove that we have a whore in the village, then I'll do all the cooking and cleaning for a week!"

I thought about it for a moment, it was hardly a gamble, I was always willing to do whatever John asked me to do, so if John won there would be no change in my actions, and if I won, John would work his arse off for a month.

We walked through village streets, I was really glad that it was late and the street lights were all off because of the way that I was dressed, there was still enough moonlight to see where we were going though. John pulled me onto Green Walk, it was a wide footpath that went behind the houses in that part of the village.

"This isn't the quickest nor the best way to Farm Lane!"

"Gainer's house is on Farm Lane, but her customers enter from Back Lane, less people to see them waiting on Back Lane."

We reached the end of Green Lane, well, just back from the end. Most of the length of Green Lane had hawthorn hedgerows along its length, just the last few feet were open wire fences. I suddenly saw a line of six men, difficult to make out who was who, the only man I was certain about was Dave, just because he was so much shorter than the rest of the men. That thought was reinforced with his moaning that it was his birthday and he should be allowed to go first. Another voice from somewhere in the line argued, "I should go first, it's the first anniversary of my divorce, so it's been more than a year since I last had a jump!"

A red light suddenly turned on above the gate that John had said was Gainer's back gate, the man at the head of the queue stepped forward and disappeared from view into the back garden, seconds later, another man walked out into Back lane with a happy smile on his face.

A voice from the group said, "How long does Gainer give each customer?"

Dave said, "Depends on what service you're paying for, simple hand job is usually ten minutes, oral sex, fifteen minutes or thereabout, full sex...well, that can be anything from twenty minutes to forty minutes...depending on what you're paying for!"

The first voice said, "Well, even if everyone is going for a hand job, she'll only get through four or five men...so some of us will still be left high and dry!"

I whispered, "If the whore only has time for four or five men, Dave will definitely be unlucky, why is he staying there?"

"He's desperate, he's hoping that Gainer will turn a few down...you know, some men can be a pain in the arse, even if they are willing to pay, they're too much trouble to bother with!"

"Poor old Dave!"

"When I was watching him dance with you, when you gave him his birthday kiss, it looked like he was almost fucking you out on the dance floor, his balls must be fit to burst by now!"

I took my phone out of my bag and checked the time, I also made sure that the ringer was still turned off from our time in the concert room.

"Vicky...you know that we agreed that if I proved there was a whore living and working in the village, you would do anything that I asked you too?"

"I did!"

"Well, I'm going to release you from that agreement so that you can feel free to say no to my request."

I smiled to myself in the darkness, "And what is that request?"

"Would you give Big Dave a hand job?"

"Are you being real...you were funny with me for letting the guys kiss me and now you're saying that you want me to wank one of them?"

"I didn't go funny with you...I was just trying to point out that you let all the guys touch you and kiss you off your own bat...I was really disappointed in the second half when you kept pushing them away when they wanted to touch you up! So, what do you say?"

"I say okay...if you really want me to, I'll wank him off! Where do you want me to do it?"

"Why not here?"

"Because I'm happy to wank Dave off as it's his birthday but not all the others."

John took his phone out of his pocket, I watched over his shoulder as he typed in, 'Dave, say nothing to the others, Vicky is willing to give you a birthday wank but only if no one else knows. If you'd like to, come to Green Lane now!'

Dave cleared his throat, "Fuck it, he's already been in there for twelve minutes already, looks like he wanted more than just a wank...I'm going to fuck off home before my balls explode!"

There was a round of goodbyes from his friends, they were sympathetic to his needs but none of them were willing to cede their place ahead of him in the queue and Dave kicked a stone across Back Lane when he set off and then, he almost ran to where we were in Green Lane.

That unknown voice in the queue said, "Where the hell is Dave going on Green Lane, it'll take him miles out of his way!"

I recognised Swin's voice say, "He's probably gone into the fields to wank himself off as he stood no chance with Gainer tonight."

My excitement jumped a trillion times higher as Dave spotted me and John down by the hawthorn hedge, he slowed to a walk and started to say something before John shushed him.

Now, I knew full well that we could have just walked a few yards down Green Lane and we could have held a conversation but I was sure that John wouldn't have been so turned on by what was about to happen.

Dave walked right up to me but he was looking at John, it seemed like the longest thirty seconds of my life as Dave and I just stood there toe to toe, both of us looking at John...not that there was a lot to see in the muted moonlight. What I did see was John's eyes seemed to open slightly wider which I took that to mean 'Get on with it someone!'

I made the first move, I reached out for Dave's trousers, rubbing the palm of my hand over his cock through his trousers.

I had to stifle a gasp when he grew way beyond the reach of my hand, I actually felt his cock burrow out under his waistband and up, under the front of his shirt. I opened his trousers and freed his monster cock, gripped him in my fist...well, tried to at any rate, it would have taken both hands to encompass his cock properly. I started to wank him off and he leaned in, pressing his cock and my hand into my belly as he kissed me.

I could feel that he was pumping out gallons of pre-cum because it had been so long since he had last fucked anything. I pulled my mouth away from his and I whispered, "You'll mess my dress up!"

I expected Dave to step back a little but instead, he pulled the bottom hem of my dress up, he lifted it all the way up to the bottom of my bra, exposing my stockings, suspender belt and sexy knickers as I continued to rub his cock, its head pressing hard into my stomach.

I heard John gasp this time as he watched my hand flash up and down Dave's cock as Dave exposed my body and kissed me passionately again.

When Dave finally orgasmed, the eye of his cock was pressing so hard into my stomach that I was almost pushed away from him and suddenly, I had spunk covering the bottom strap of my bra as well as the rest of my body all the way down to my knickers.

There was one last kiss from Dave and then there was a mad scramble for tissues, Dave and John both searched their pockets while I held the front of my dress up to keep the thin black material out of the sticky spunk.

I was wiped down but there weren't enough tissues available to totally clean me up of Dave's stored up spunk from my body so I had to keep a hold of my dress out of the way for a lot longer until the warm winds dried me off totally. Dave left me and John just standing and watching the queue of men waiting to visit the whore.

At then minutes to eleven the red light went on again and the first man in the queue walked in through the gate and the previous customer came out, he said, "Sorry guys, Gainer asked me to tell you that this is her last customer tonight...she told me that she was really quiet between eight o'clock and nine, said to try earlier in the evening next time!"

I heard Swin's voice complaining, , "Fucking hell, I was next as well...Think I'll just wait here until tomorrow so I can be first in the queue!"

There was that unknown voice again saying, "You could always follow Dave and look after yourself in the field!"

Swin moaned, "I've been looking after myself for three bloody years!"

I suddenly recognised Mark Newberry's voice, "I almost got off when I was having my first dance with Vicky, I was going to try and go for it during our second dance, I wouldn't even have minded making a mess in my trousers just to get off with my cock against her belly while we danced but she was a changed woman for our second dance! Wouldn't let me get my cock close to her body during the second dance."

I looked at John and he had a massive grin on his face again

Swin said, "I watched John when Big Dave was dancing with Vicky, it looked like they were actually fucking on the dance floor...right in front of everyone...and John looked like he was loving it...I don't know what happened during the next hour but I definitely got the feeling that John and Vicky had words about how she was dancing with the guys. I heard Vicky say, 'I thought you'd set the guys up to flirt with me!' and John shook his head but that was all I heard."

Swin and Mark just stood by the whore's gate while the other men sauntered off down Back Lane, there were lots of farewells between the two men standing talking as the rest walked away.

Mark said one last goodbye and then turned back to Swin, "I always got the feeling that John would have loved to watch his wife with a stranger...you know the kind of thing, a non-violent rape kind of thing!"

Swin laughed, "I wish someone would rape that bitch that divorced me and I wouldn't want them to go easy on her either...that cow deserves someone to hurt her the way that she hurt me!"

Mark laughed, "But that wouldn't cure your case of blue balls now, would it?"

The gate suddenly opened and the last guy to visit Gainer stepped out into Back Lane, Swin and Mark both looked up at the light over the gate, I could see that they were willing the light to turn red but it remained steadfastly dark.

Swin shrugged his shoulders, "Well, that's it then... Gainer's closed!"

"Perhaps you should call around to John and Vicky's place, see if they're open for a late night coffee...I'll bet that she's already out of that little black dress by now...that dress is the kind that creases to hell...Vicky will definitely have it on a hanger already!"

"Are you going?"

"No, I was planning on visiting your ex-wife, give her door a knock and see if she's interested in entertaining me!"

"If you thought there was a chance that my witch of an ex-wife would open her legs for you...what are you doing here?"

"Swin, you know your ex...I'd much rather pay Gainer fifty quid than listen to your ex-wife bitch and moan all night!"

Swin and Mark walked along Green Lane, me and John gave them a few yards head start and followed them. When we got close to the street that Swin's ex-wife lived, Mark and Swin slapped each other on the back and Mark walked down to the house that Swin called 'The Coven' because it harboured the witch.

Swin stood at the end of the road watching Mark, John and I held back a little, the door to the house opened, Swin's ex-wife reached out, wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and pulled him into a kiss before pulling him all the way into the house. Swin heaved a deep sigh and John pulled me forward, causing my left heel to scuff at the pavement, drawing Swin's attention away from his ex-wife's house.

"Hi guys, I thought that you'd be tucked up in bed by now, it's past eleven you know!"

John pulled me into his side tighter as he said, "Vicky needed a walk after all of that loud music, we're going to have a coffee before we go to bed though..."

John was cut short by an explosion of sounds from four doors down the road, the explosive sound of a woman going through a powerful orgasm, the unmistakable sound of Swin's ex-wife having a massive climax.

Swin mumbled, "I could never do that for her, I always assumed that the bitch was frigid...I'll never know why she wanted to marry me in the first place!"

There was a howl like a wolf on a full moon and John slapped Swin on his shoulder, "Don't stand here beating yourself up mate, why don't you come to our place and have a coffee!"

Swin's mouth turned into a smile as he looked from John to me, "Thanks mate! That would be great...I don't even have any milk at home, I can't even keep a single pint without it going off before I've finished the bottle."

As we walked along the main road we triggered a security light in front of a house, lit fifty yards all around us as bright as day, Swin looked at my arse but he didn't make any secret of ogling me.

"Hey...what you staring at!"

"I'm sorry Vicky, it's just something that Newby said about that very sexy dress, the material is so fine that it creases up very easily and he thought that it would be hard to iron it because you'd need to have a very cool iron so that you don't melt the material."

The light went out and we continued on our way home.

I opened the front door and gestured for Swin to go into the living room, "Why don't you pick out some music on the hi-fi Swin, John can make the coffee while I get this dress on a hanger and give it a light steam to try and drop the worst of the creases out.

I was just walking through the bedroom door when the music started, Swin had picked a CD that was basically more medium metal than the kind of New Romantic songs with gentle ballad and an easy beat to dance too...my mobile phone chose that moment to ping to tell me that I'd just received a message...it was from John, 'If you're willing to do the same for Swin that you did for Dave, put the black nighty on that I love so much, leave the lingerie on under it...he'll probably empty his balls without you even touching him 😍'

So, there it was...John had left it up to me, if I was willing to wank Swin off now, the way that I had wanked Dave out on Green Lane...all I had to do was put on my sexiest nighty and go down into the living room.

I found my see-through nighty and I pulled it on, I walked to the top of the stairs just as John carried three cups of coffee through into the living room, the music suddenly stopped and John said, "If you were hoping to have a dance with Vicky, you need much better music than that...she'll never dance to metal, not even mild metal...you need one of the New Romantics mate!"

John must have made the new CD selection because it was my number one favourite group and John had picked out their best ever CD.

I walked into the living room and the main light was dimmed right down.

John scooped me into his arms and started to dance with me, kissing me as we slowly turned around the small lambs wool carpet in the middle of the room, I could feel John's left hand gesturing to Swin to get out of his seat and cut in on our dance...

It took Swin several long seconds to work out what John was telling him...I think the extra time could have been because Swin just couldn't believe his eyes...I'd looked as sexy as hell in the club in my little black dress but here in my living room I looked like a stripper coming to the end of her act.

Swin eventually took over from John and John sat on the sofa, he was sipping his coffee as he watched me and Swin dance. As I turned slowly in my dance, I kept spotting John stroking his cock through his trousers, the way he had been doing as he read the magazine in his shed before we went out to the club.

Even though there were only the three of us in the room and I was almost totally undressed, Swin was being more reserved than he had been in the middle of the dance floor at the club.

John had asked me to wank Swin the way that I'd wanked Dave, but out on Green Lane, I wasn't dancing with Dave, I was just standing there with his cock pressing against my belly as he shot me.

I moved my right hand to the front of Swin's trousers and started rubbing his cock through the front of his trousers and underpants as we continued to dance together. I saw a nervous twitch on Swin's face as we turned to a point where John could see my hand on his cock. We turned another ninety degrees and I whispered directly into his ear, "You can take my knickers off if you like...you can't fuck me but..."

I had a sudden cacoethes, John had asked me just to wank Swin with my hand but I was far too turned on for that.

"...if you take my knickers off, I'll suck your cock while I fuck John!"

I may be about to overstep the mark with my husband but at least it would test his resolve.

Swin slipped his hands up under my nighty, I thought that he was just going to hook his thumbs under the waistband of my knickers and pull them down but he didn't, he was lifting his hands higher, he pulled my nighty all the way off over my head.

I gave John a nervous look but he was still grinning and rubbing his cock through his trousers. I made a gesture with my hand to John's cock, trying to encourage him to get his cock out.

My attention was dragged back to Swin as he unfastened my bra and threw that to the floor and now as we danced Swin was playing with my tits. I looked back at John, he still hadn't opened his trousers so I made the same gesture towards Swin and then I pulled his zip down and heaved his cock out of his trousers and I started to masturbate him as he pulled my knickers down. Now it was a case of a standing mutual masturbation as I looked at John and made that 'Zipper down' gesture.

John had looked a little nervous as Swin pulled my knickers down and then John suddenly seemed to get the message and he pulled his zip down and pulled his own cock out of his trousers.

I pulled my pussy away from Swin's fingers and kicked my shoes off, then I stepped up onto the sofa, I stepped over John's lap and wiggled my bum in John's face before squatting down over his lap, reached between my legs and pulled John's cock forward and settled down on it.

As John's cock entered my body it made that kind of noise that walking on boggy ground in Wellingtons made because I was so wet inside from my excitement. I leaned forward and took Swin's cock in my mouth and then I started fucking John as I sucked Swin...for the first time in my life, I was fucking two men at the same time.

I felt John's cock jump inside my body and then I caught sight of his face, he was leaning to one side to see his old friend's cock in my mouth.

John reached his orgasm faster than I'd ever known, even back when we were courting and had to snatch sex in any unobserved moments that we could get it on together. It had been my plan to swallow Swin's seed as quickly as possible...I planned to empty his balls as quickly as possible and get him out of the house as it was so late and I had work to do early in the morning.

Swin's plans were slightly different to my own though and as his balls started to boil, he pulled his cock from my mouth and fired his spunk all over my face and tits, two shots for my face, one shot over my tits and then he pushed his cock into my mouth and had one full on shot left for me to swallow and then a half dozen little dribbles as he rocked through his orgasmic spasms.

I spat Swin's now flaccid, cock out of my mouth and pushed his body away from me, my cunt had already spat John's cock out as he went flaccid too. I'd thought to turn and suck John's cock clean but then I considered waving my arse in the air in front of Swin might have given him the wrong idea so I changed my mind. I did look down at John's lap though, I'd have to wash his trousers, fucking me must have been like fucking 'Old Faithful' mid spurt because I was so wet inside. The tide marks on John's lap almost reached all the way down to the sofa's cushion.

I picked up two cups of coffee and handed one to Swin, I took a mouthful of my coffee to clear the bitter taste of 'Chateau Swin 2020' and then I said, "Right, I'm going to go and shower all of this..." I made a gesture with my hands towards all the spunk running down my face, dripping down onto my breasts to join the pool that Swin had pumped out over them, "...and then I have to go straight to bed because I'm on flowerbeds on the village green early in the morning!"

I showered and as I was washing myself I heard Swin leaving and then John climbing the stairs.

I wrapped myself in a large towel and walked into our bedroom, John was in bed already, I looked to the seat where my 'Normal' nighty lay waiting for me to put it on. I didn't wear a nighty every night, especially in the summer...and more especially on a Friday night...sex night!

I looked from my nighty to John, an unasked question...John flipped the sheets off of him, he was naked in bed, so I dropped my towel and clambered in bed with him.

We cuddled up together, kissed passionately as I eased my fanny onto his cock as we lay on our sides facing each other...it wasn't a good position for a fuck but his cock was sheathed in my cunt...we could feel each other, I could feel him as his cock twitched, he could feel me as my vaginal muscles contracted, so it was just a lovely way of being sexually close without too much hard work.

"How far would you have been willing to go?"

I suddenly had a worrying thought...was John regretting encouraging me to play with his friends, so I was a little defensive when I said, "What do you mean?" I was readying myself to hit him with, 'It wasn't my idea to play with your mates, you asked me to do it!'

"If I had asked you to let Swin fuck you...would you have let him?"

I relaxed a little, "With or without a condom?"

"Would it have mattered...you can't fall pregnant so would it matter?"

"I think so, pregnancy isn't the only issue from having sex."

"I suppose so."

"And, the thing that you probably haven't considered in your desire to feed your fantasy, Dave and Swin will probably try and get more from me behind your back or they may put pressure on you to get more sex from me...and what if they brag to all your mates, I could have ten or fifteen men hunting for access to my pussy!"

I felt John's cock jump in my cunt at that thought...his face didn't show his increased excitement but his tail wagging in my pussy told me that the thought of all of his friends lining up to fuck me had really turned him on.

"If you really wanted me to have sex with another man...it would be far better if he was a total stranger...not someone who lives in the village...someone who won't make a nuisance of himself after..."

John pushed me onto my back and he started fucking me like a steam hammer...he'd shot his load less than thirty minutes earlier so I knew that it was going to be a long hard ride if I allowed him to go to his happy ending for the second time in one evening. I could have stopped him...should have stopped him, I was volunteering to act as village gardener early in the morning and it had the prospect of being a lot of hard work...it was yet another example of cacoethes...before today, the fact that I couldn't get pregnant meant that sex only had one use...Entertainment for me and my husband...okay, two things, entertainment and exercise, I could run a mile, walk five miles, cycle ten miles or fuck for ten minutes...well, today, I was about to get a month's worth of exercise in one session...but I'd got carried away with John's fantasy and now I needed a mind blowing orgasm.

John worked really hard to get off faster but even at maximum effort, it took him ninety minutes to fill my pussy for the second time that evening.

Within seconds of John spilling his balls, we were both fast asleep.

I'd planned to be up at seven thirty in the morning but that went by the board...I woke at eight fifteen to a telephone call telling me that Dian wouldn't be able to make it to the flower committee's working party...it was ever thus...on Friday morning there would be five or six women agreeing to work for four or five hours on the flower beds and lawned area around the Village Green on Saturday morning, but by nine o'clock on Saturday morning, I was lucky if there were two of us in the working party for the day.

I stretched my arm to the left and said, "Well, that's the first drop..." I stopped at that point because I realised that the space to my left was cold and empty.

I pulled my dressing gown on over my naked body and schlepped through the house looking for a John shaped filling in one of the empty rooms...I found him in the kitchen, he was cooking bacon, egg, sausage, mushrooms and toast with pure orange juice.

I walked up behind him, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Well, this is a lovely surprise but where did you find all the fixings for a cooked breakfast, today was supposed to be a muesli day!"

"I thought that you deserved a present for giving me such a good time last night so I popped out early to do a little shopping, present for you and something special for me too!"

I looked on the kitchen table, there was a brown paper bag in the middle of the table, I lifted the open edge and looked in the bag, it was a new pornographic magazine and a box of condoms, not the little box of three, this was the bulk pack, ten latex rubbers in a box.

I pulled the magazine out of the bag, the first time I'd actively looked at a pornographic magazine in front of John.

It was all about a husband watching his wife having sex with strangers in dangerous places. There was a series of pictures where she was in an outside toilet with the door open, her husband was watching her and the man fucking as people were walking around, just a few feet away.

"Hey, this looks like it could almost be the back garden of the vicarage!"

John rolled the sausages in the frying pan and smiled, "I'll have to look at that, I'll come with you today and mow the grass...Mary and Gail phoned earlier to say that they couldn't come today, I've crossed them off the list so there'll only be you, Dian and Lindsey, you'll never get it all done if you have to try and cut the grass as well as look after the flowerbeds."

"Shit, Dian called a few minutes ago, so it's just me and Lindsey...and now you of course on the lawnmower!"

"I'm not sure that I know Lindsey...where's she from?"

"You do know Lindsey...you probably call her 'Pan' though!"

"You mean, Lindsey...The old vicar's daughter...the girl that never grew up!"

Lindsey, like me, had a thyroid problem as a child, with me, it effected the development of my womb but I considered that I got off very lightly compared to some, Lindsey had the same womb problem as me but she was one of the first girls in our village to get the thyroid problem and it took the doctors a long time to diagnose what was going wrong with all the young girls in our village. I was caught up in the treatment before I'd started to show any exterior symptoms...the health authority just treated every girl in the village as soon as they discovered the thyroid hotspot. Lindsey had another issue, her thyroid problem interfered with her aging process, it kind of stopped her growing at around twelve years old, so she was like 'Peter Pan', but where Peter was the boy that never grew up, Lindsey was the girl that never grew up.

John was just starting to plate the breakfast up, he was deliberately not looking at me so that I couldn't see the look of excitement on his face as he said, "Erm, Vicky...what were you planning on wearing for work today?"

"Well, I'm expecting to be on my knees a lot and be bending down most of the day...so I was planning to go down the jeans and T-shirt route...why?"

"Well, jeans and a T-shirt would be sensible I suppose but not very sexy...I was wondering if you could wear that brown gingham dress with nothing under it for me!"

"I'll have to wear knickers under that dress, it was too short for me when I was eighteen years old and I've filled out a lot since then!"

"But would you wear it for me without a bra then?"

"I'll wear it for you darling if it will make you happy."

John handed me my breakfast with a massive grin on his face.

After finishing my breakfast, I put my twenty year old gingham dress on, it wasn't actually a school dress, my gingham school dress buttoned right up to the neck but the colour combination of chocolate and cream was a definite homage to my old school summer uniform, even the check size was exactly the same. The main difference between the two dresses was the square cut neckline...it would have been totally wasted on flat chested school girl...mind you, at twenty years old and after many hundreds of wash cycles, I'd have to be careful when I bent down because the stiff lining that should have held the dress' front in place had given up and now allowed the dress to sag forward a little, especially when I was planning on not wearing a bra to keep my breasts under control!

I pushed my wheelbarrow with a few gardening implements safely stacked inside, John pushed our petrol lawnmower along behind me. I spotted Lindsey as I turned the corner into the village green, her car was the only one in the parking lot. Lindsey was already at work, that made a pleasant change, usually, the other volunteers would all stand around chatting until I arrived to dish out jobs for everyone but Lindsay looked like she'd been hard at work for an hour already. She was weeding the large flowerbed and breaking up the surface to let a little air into the soil. There was already a wheelbarrow full of dead foliage and weeds piled up on the grass at the side of the raised flowerbed.

When John arrived with the lawnmower, Lindsay suddenly lost interest in weeding and switched to flirtation mode.

I shovelled up all the detritus that Lindsay had piled up on the grass and dumped it into the wheelbarrow. The contents of the barrow would be tipped into the compost heap at the back of the vicarage. The vicarage was long empty but, unlike so many vicarages up and down the country, it hadn't been sold off when it was taken into a group church where one vicar looked after four churches in a wider area. Our parish council couldn't sell our vicarage though because the family that gifted the land for the church and vicarage, put a deed of covenant on the land that it must be used for the benefit of the people of the village as a whole. If the parish council decided that they definitely didn't need the house or land, the land would have to be handed back to the original land owners.

I saw that the outside toilet door had been broken open by local vandals, the padlock smashed off and the door was now only connected to the door frame by its top hinge so was jammed wide open and there were several condoms strewn over the floor inside the toilet. It was obvious that since the vicar moved out, the outbuildings had been used by the village youth for illicit love.

I emptied my wheelbarrow onto the compost heap and then returned to the village green. Not only had Lindsey stopped working on the flowerbed, she had stopped John working too. We'd all been friends of sorts in the past until Lindsey's father was moved to a church in Kettering to become the area vicar looking after the four churches that made up the wider area. Lindsey was flirting outrageously with John...she had a reputation in her youth of screwing anything in trousers but it wasn't just simple fucking in some secluded, out of the way place... Lindsey fucked on top of her grandfather's tomb. Her grandfather had been buried under the apse window on the east end of the church. The previous three vicars had been buried in a row, two were in surface sarcophagus' interred at a time when the village was very wealthy, her grandfather was buried between the two other vicars in the traditional way but his gravestone had been laid flat on the ground instead of standing up.

I didn't say anything but I found it a bit of a turn on seeing John being the target of a flirt...I'd never seen that in my life before, it was always me that was being flirted with. I didn't say anything, I just started prodding at the flowerbed with my hoe, Lindsey heard me throw something into the wheelbarrow so she let John go free and came back to work, "You didn't say that John would be helping out, I'd have put something more presentable on!"

"John wasn't supposed to be coming, I was supposed to be mowing the grass and you, Dian, Mary and Gail were supposed to be looking after the flower beds and clearing up the churchyard."

We worked for another hour and Lindsey spotted a stranger in the church yard, he'd come in from Green Lane, Lindsey spotted him first and went off like a rocket to sniff around him, he thought that she was my daughter, he pointed to me and said, "What's your mummies name?"

Well, that certainly put a crimp in her tail, she stomped back to the flowerbeds and said, "That freak is looking for any members of the Porter family...you were a Porter before you married John weren't you?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm sure that he'd like to talk to you...by the way, he's taken a dozen photographs down the front of your dress while you were bending down weeding the flowerbed!"

I pushed myself up, still on my knees but now I could just see the stranger over the stone wall surrounding the churchyard. He was just clearing moss from a headstone so that he could photograph it.

My wheelbarrow wasn't nearly full but I got to my feet and grabbed the handles and pushed the barrow through the gate into the churchyard, I pushed my barrow up to the man and said, "My friend tells me that you're looking for any members of the Porter family that are still living in the village!"

"Oh dear, I wondered why she stormed off, she was flirting with me and I asked her what her mother's name was...I was so sure that she was your daughter, you look so similar."

"Most people born in this village look like we could be related, something to do with being a small village stuck away from a big city's influence, we all tended to marry within the village. Some say that our Lord of the Manor was such a minor Lord that he had to rule our area with an iron fist, keeping other people out and stopping any of his serfs travelling away from the area. How old did you think she was anyway?"

"Fourteen...fifteen, something like that!"

"I've known her since my first day at primary school, she's the same age as me but she just stopped growing when she was in her early teens."

I collected a few fallen twigs and sticks and dropped them into my barrow. I picked up the handles and started pushing towards the gateway into the vicarage garden.

He ran after me, "So, do you happen to know if there are any Porters still living in the village?"

I stopped again.

"Why do you want to know...do they owe you money or something?"

"No, I'm Ben Porter, I'm just trying to find anyone to help me fill in the gaps in my family tree."

"My friend thinks that you were taking photographs of me as I was working, she thought that you were trying to take pictures of my tits."

He looked shocked and he tried to move his camera behind his hip as if he was about to say that he didn't have a camera.

I snapped my fingers and gestured for him to hand me his camera. He was reluctant to let me have it and then his face turned into a shamefaced look as he handed his camera over to me. I flicked through the last three pictures, they were all of the gravestones where he was standing and then the picture had Lindsey's arm framing the left hand side of the picture and a very blurred picture of me bending forward. Even though the picture was very blurred, I could tell that both of my breasts were almost totally on display. I flicked through several other similar pictures, all with Lindsey's arm down the side of the frame. And then there was a clear picture, Lindsey was at my side so that picture was taken when he wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was taking pictures while my 'Daughter' was talking to him. The earlier pictures were clearer but there was far less of my breasts on display.

I looked at Ben, he was looking towards John who had stopped mowing by the gateway into the churchyard and was looking at me and Ben as I checked through the pictures. I patted his arm, "I've deleted all of the pictures you took of me when Lindsey was talking to you..." he looked at his feet and said he was sorry, "...I've left the pictures you took of me before Lindsey reached you because they were in focus. The problem with the photographs I've deleted is the camera was on automatic and it was sensing Lindsey instead of me!"

He looked surprised that I'd only deleted the pictures because they were out of focus.

"Is it the thrill of taking pictures without the woman's knowledge or do you just like taking partly clad pictures?"

He almost smiled, he wasn't totally sure if I was upset with him or not.

"I like taking pictures without women knowing that I'm talking them...I used to have a girlfriend that loved having her pictures taken in the nude or topless but my wife made me get rid of her after she found the pictures...at least when I take pictures down the front of a strangers dress or up under the back of her dress, my wife knows that I'm not having an affaire with the woman."

I handed him his camera back and started to push the barrow to the vicarage's garden to dump the compost.

He was on my heels, "So, you've lived here all of your life...can you remember any of the Porter family?"

I pushed my wheel barrow through the gate into the vicarage garden, he stopped at the gate and I stopped a few feet away from him, "When I tip the weeds into the compost bun, I know that it flashes the back of my knickers...would you prefer to photograph a woman with her knickers on or off?"

He grinned at me, "Well, from choice...I'd prefer it if women never wore knickers!"

"You're just like my husband, he hates it when I wear knickers and a bra...he actually asked me to wear this dress without either today but I knew I'd be on my hands and knees too much today to not wear knickers."

I pushed the barrow into the corner by the compost bin and stopped, I pinched the sides of my dress, lifted it an inch and caught my knickers, pulling them down an inch and then repeated the process, my knickers sailed to my ankles...well, not quite all the way, they caught up on the tops of my Wellington boots.

I took my knickers off all the way and hooked them over a low hanging branch of an old apple tree. I looked back at Ben, smiled at him as he was looking at the screen on the back of his camera, lining up his shot. I turned my back on him again and put the hoop around the wheel of the barrow on the edge of the compost bin, I knew that bending over to lift the hoop had exposed my arse to Ben because his camera was clicking like mad. I grabbed the handles and lifted, I got to full reach and the barrow was empty but I went onto the tips of my toes and pushed even higher as the clicking from the camera continued at high speed.

I was just finishing my little act for Ben when I heard John say, "Excuse me mate!"

I looked back, John had the grass collector box off of the mower in his hands. Ben stepped away from the gate and John walked in, he instantly saw my knickers hanging from the tree, "Doing a little showing off darling?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, I love the thought of you playing for a total stranger!"

"He might not be a total stranger...his name is Ben Porter, he could be a distant cousin."

John tipped the grass cuttings into the compost bin and then he gave me a kiss and his hand went straight for my arse, he lifted the back of my dress and grabbed a good handful of my left buttock and as he did that, I could hear the clicking of the camera.

"Should I put my knickers back on before I go back to working on the flower bed?"

"I'd rather you didn't, I'll keep an eye out on the Green while I'm cutting the grass and if anyone comes close, I'll warn you!"

Ben asked John if he knew of any members of the Porter family that still lived in the area.

John looked at me, "Well, my wife was a porter before I married her but we met another Porter who's family came from around here originally, a guy called Alan Porter who's just moved back to Kettering Town after many years away."

Ben smiled..."Alan's my brother...did you meet him at the workingmen's club yesterday?"

John nodded his head.

"I think Alan danced with your wife last night, he told me she was extremely sexy but he didn't do her justice."

I stopped behind John, dropped my wheelbarrow on the floor, "I just need to use the toilet darling, tell Lindsey I'll be back out in a minute."

I knew that the toilet door wouldn't close and as I sat on the toilet I spotted John and the man shuffling into sight. Because the toilet was so filthy, I couldn't use the seat so I was hovering, almost standing up with my legs either side of the toilet bowl and pissing from a great height.

Ben looked at John, "Can I take her picture doing that?"

"Feel free mate!"

I smiled as Ben snapped another dozen pictures of me making my pee.

John said, "I've got a condom in my pocket if you'd like to do more than just take my wife's picture. I watched the condom change hands and found myself taken over by a whirlwind of movement as Ben rolled the condom down his cock and started fucking me inside the toilet with my legs still spread wide apart straddling the toilet pan.

Lindsey suddenly appeared at John's side. Because of my position, I was looking out as John and Lindsey had a little kiss and cuddle as they watched me fucking with Ben.

After Ben finished fucking me, Lindsey dragged John off to her favourite place between the two sarcophagus' to get him to fuck her on top of her grandfather's gravestone.

Ben and I stood a few feet away from John and Lindsey fucking. I mentioned that they were fucking on her grandfather's grave, Ben mumbled, "She's one sick puppy...my five times great-grandfather's grave is right just there!"

"You mean Abraham Porter's grave?"

"How could you read his name from here?"

"I can't, he's one of my ancestors as well, I tidy his grave as well as every other Porter grave in the church yard."

Ben and I had a very mundane family discussion and came to the conclusion that Ben and I were second cousins...so as well as fucking in a very public place, we had also committed incest on consecrated ground.

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