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First Published: 08 November 2015

Helping Johnny's Brother
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Shared Wife, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Incest

I met Paul Clark at a business fair, he was a bit of a 'Jack the lad' character, I was helping out at exhibition hall, I was just a 'Gofer' really and was only given the job because I was young and pretty. Paul had paid for better seats at his stand and had been given the worst kind of plastic folding rubbish. I had walked into the general office just as Paul was ripping a new hole in the general manager's head and as I walked in I spotted that my boss was totally flustered, Paul was quite a large, powerful looking man, just short of thirty years old if I had to guess, the look of a professional rugby player about him.

I was detailed to try and find five of the best quality seats that the hall possessed and Paul walked out with me, following on just a few feet behind me, as we walked along he said, "No offence love but I've already wasted two hours trying to get my pitch sorted out and the customers will be here any time, that's if any actually bother to come at all!"

I found that the steel framed, velvet covered, padded seats that we used as our best were all set out in another hall that was holding a lecture day, I checked that hall and every seat had a bottom glued to it so they were all out, then I had a brainwave, the general manager's office had a plush leather three piece suite, it had hardly ever been sat on and as he was nowhere in sight to ask, I just took it, had to get two of the labourers to do the actual lifting and carrying as I wasn't allowed to drive the electric buggy and trailer around the site but I did carry the manager's coffee table and had it all set up on Paul Clark's stand in no time.

We had supplied the stall holders with trestle tables, nothing at all smart, usually the bigger companies brought their own stage dressings; it was obvious that this was Paul's first trade fair as he had brought nothing to cover his area, just huge quantities of literature and brochures to hand out to passing businessmen. I spotted that Paul's letter headed paper had diagonal bands of red, blue and yellow before and after his company name. When I discovered where all the posh seating had been used Paul had left me to go in search of the general manager again and he hadn't returned to his stall area. I spotted that there was just thirty minutes left before the doors would open. I went in search of little dressing material.

The store room at the back of the hall had huge amounts of cheap cotton material in a verity of colours; it took just a few minutes to find a bolt of white material and some lengths of red, blue and yellow. I got scissors and a staple gun from my locker and headed back to Paul Clark's stand. I did a very fast covering job of the table top and trestles and then made two sets of the tri-colour diagonal stripes, one at each end of the table top so that the table looked like a huge piece of Paul Clark's letter head.

I had just finished stacking a few dozen of each of Paul's printed material strategically on the top of the table and hid the boxes that had been standing on top of the table when I heard Paul's raised voice over the general hubbub of the rest of the exhibitors in the huge hall. Paul was like a sheep dog, herding the general manager in the direction of his stand, the premise of Paul's argument was, "What the hell kind of impression will my stall set in the eyes of my customers!" when he was stopped short in his tracks. I was just placing a bottle of sparking water and a few glasses that I had found in a grotty Tesco's carrier bag in the corner of his area.

I had hoped to be well out of the way before my boss found that I had filched his furniture from the informal area of his office but I was well and truly busted. Paul Clark was 'Gob-smacked' at what he saw in the small forty square feet of space, he was rubbing his hand over the covering I had placed on his table. My boss responded quickly, "As I was trying to say Mr. Clark, I was sure that my staff would be doing everything within their power to satisfy your requirements!"

My boss took my efforts as if it had been his idea and he took a few moments to wander around a few of the more professional looking stands. As the doors were being opened and my task had moved from helping to set up the exhibition hall and had swung into more of a security and information based role, I moved away towards the main doors and took up my post, watching over the streams of people walking through the turnstiles.

A very short Korean gentleman was asking the door staff for help but he didn't speak very good English and couldn't make himself understood. From thirty feet away I could see the invitation he had received, well, I couldn't actually read it but I could easily recognise the red, blue and yellow diagonal flashes on each side of the invitation card.

I left my post and approached the man, I took hold of his hand, the one holding his invitation, I checked to make sure that I had been right and that the invitation was from Paul Clark, "This gentleman has been invited by Paul Clark, can you issue a ticket and charge it to Mr Clark's account please?"

I took the ticket from the cashier and guided the man through the turnstile, "Follow me please."

I guided the man all the way to Paul's stand, when I got there Paul already had two customers taking brochures from his table and Paul was giving them a little sales patter. I gestured for the man to take a seat on one of the leather chairs and offered him a drink of water. The water was refused but the man said "Coffee is very possible please?"

I headed off for the refreshments area; I took two cups of black coffee, a small bottle of milk and a bowl of sugar packets with a handful of plastic teaspoons, put the lot on a tray and headed back to Paul's stand. Paul was just finishing with the men that were on his stand when I turned up with the Korean man, I intercepted him before he got to the elderly man sitting on the leather seat, I explained that I had put the man's ticket price on Paul's account and pointed out that he owed me for two coffees.

"I hadn't planned on catering really but it seems to be expected at a show like this."

Then Paul shocked me totally by giving me his credit card and pin number and asking me to go out and buy him a coffee maker and all the mashing he would need. Fortunately the company I worked for did operate a buyout scheme so that lone traders could buy the service of hall staff on an hourly basis so I just had to tell the office to invoice Paul for however long I was working for him.

At the end of the event I helped Paul to get all of his stuff to his van and as he closed down the doors on the back of his van he said, "I owe you a drink the next time I see you out, I didn't do very well at this fair but I learned a lot and you helped me in that."

People often said things like I owe you this or that or even offering you a discount on everything from cars to holidays for just doing your job properly but you never expected to ever see them again after an event.

About two weeks after first meeting Paul Clark I spotted him outside a city centre pub at about seven o'clock in the evening, I walked up to him from behind, tapped his shoulder and said, "Hey, what about that drink you owe me?"

Paul turned rapidly, there was a look of shock on his face, then it turned to a broad smile, he took my arm and said, "I was just waiting for you to show up, come on, we'll start out with a quick one in here and then work out where to go on to."

I was a little surprised that Paul had said that he was waiting for me as we hadn't actually made a date or anything but I was happy that he still wanted to buy me a drink and that I hadn't just made a total idiot of myself. Paul was definitely a different person away from the stress and strain of his attempt to build his fledgling business empire. I found that he had a very wry sense of humour and a very quick mind to find double meanings in everything I said.

We drank just one drink in the pub and then Paul took me to a very nice restaurant for a meal before ending the evening in a popular disco. Even though I hadn't planned on doing anything more with Paul than having a drink, I'm ashamed to say that I allowed him to talk me into going with him to his house, well, his parents house as he still lived at home and we spent the whole night fucking like animals. We had both made so much noise during the night that I didn't really relish the idea of bumping into Paul's parents the next morning but Paul insisted on me joining him and his family for breakfast.

As Paul dragged me reluctantly through to the dining room he had the kind of smug grin on his face that said he was hiding a secret from me that was soon about to be revealed. The dining table was a large eight seater and Paul's mother, Jayne and father, Tom were sitting facing the door that Paul dragged me through, there was a third person seated at the table with his back to the doorway, Paul introduced me to his parents and the other young man seated at the table said, "That's funny, I know a Victoria Porter, met her a couple of weeks ago."

My jaw dropped as the man turned around, he was actually Paul Clark and the man I had spent the past fourteen hours with was Paul's younger brother, he was less than a year younger and the two men could easily have passed for twins and apparently, the two brother's often took each other's new girlfriends if they came across them before the girl knew that there were two brothers that looked so similar. The brother that had just fucked me like a stallion all night long was actually Johnny Clark and rather than being an entrepreneur, he worked for the local council, looking after road and pavement repairs.

Well, the long and the short of it was that I ended up marrying Johnny, not just because he was the first of the brothers to bed me but while Paul went through constant boom and bust cycles while he was trying to find the business that suited him, Johnny was a steady character, earned well and managed to save money. Johnny lived with his parents when I met him because he was saving for a deposit on a house while Paul lived there because he was constantly on the verge of bankruptcy.

Paul was Johnny's best man at our wedding and even though there was an age difference between the brothers, when you looked through our wedding photographs it was impossible to tell the difference between Paul and Johnny especially as both men were dressed exactly the same. Paul even brought a copy of the officially posed portrait of Johnny and me, not the usual eight by ten but a massive twenty inch high photograph, printed on a canvas effect paper and when I asked him why he just smiled and said, "I need it to dress my office, I'm trying to sell high end electronics to the Japanese market and they expect to do business with married men. I won't tell them I'm married but I'll let them look at yours and Johnny's portrait hanging behind me on my office wall and they'll turn two and two into five."

Johnny and I moved into our own home straight after our honeymoon, I know some of my friends thought I was a bit of a gold digger or looked on Johnny as a bit of a sugar daddy because I was just twenty one years old and he was thirty five with enough in the bank to buy us a nice new house to start our married life together but I knew I was doing it for love and that was all that mattered.

Tom and Jayne threw us a party for our first anniversary at their house, Tom had just retired after fifty years working for the same engineering company, so the party was a bit of a joint venture for the two events. During the party I found out, quite by accident, that Tom was funding Paul's latest business venture with part of his pension lump sum, the money that was supposed to be banked to look after Tom and Jayne in their old age. I couldn't believe that Tom had been so stupid with his money after working for fifty years to build the pot up and now he was risking it, gambling on his son who had been made bankrupt three times already.

It was three months after the party when a very worried looking Paul came over for a private word with Johnny on a Sunday evening, they were locked away in Johnny's study for ages when Johnny finally came out to get a coffee for them both, I was ready for some bad news, perhaps that Paul needed even more money than Tom had and was now looking to his younger brother to bail him out but I couldn't have been more wrong and I couldn't have been more shocked at what Johnny told me as he was waiting for the coffee to percolate.

The long and the short of it was, Paul was on the shortlist for a multi-million pound contract with a major Japanese manufacturer, the directors of the Japanese company had come to the UK to look around the manufacturing side of the prospective suppliers and to meet with the owners and families of the companies they were interested in. "Paul never said he was married but he did let people see our wedding photograph at every chance he got, now they've invited him and his wife to a golf party in Scotland, he's asking if you'd go with him next Saturday, quick trip up to Fort William, you'll be on a boat trip on Loch Linnhe with the other wives while Paul plays golf with the Jap's and then a very posh meal at a twelfth century castle before popping back home. It'll all be over in just twelve hours."

My jaw dropped at the casual way Johnny dropped that little bombshell on me, then I got my senses back, "That's total crap, it's about five hundred miles to Fort William, that's nine hours just to get there and the same back home, you're talking about a three day trip!"

Johnny started pouring the coffees out and without even looking up to see how angry I looked he said, "The Jap's came over in an executive jet, they'll be flying you and Paul as well as three other couples from Luton airport up to a small private airstrip just a few miles away from Fort William, just fifty minutes each way."

I was doing my best 'Pissed off pose, both hands on my hips and everything but Johnny still wasn't looking in my direction so I just had to grit my teeth and try to inflict as much anger into my voice as I could when I said, "You're talking as if I've already agreed to go with him, I don't have a good feeling about this at all!"

At last Johnny looked at me, "Darling, we really don't have much choice, the only chance my dad has to get his pension back is if Paul gets this contract and if the Japanese find out he isn't married he won't stand a chance of getting the contract."

I still wasn't happy but I had to agree to go to Scotland with Paul and pretend to be his wife. Johnny and Paul talked for several hours and finally, just as Paul was about to leave he came through to the sitting room to say goodbye to me and drop just one more bombshell on me. "I'll see you on Friday night, Johnny suggested that I stay here over night because the flight will be six fifteen on Saturday morning and Johnny has offered to take us to Luton airport. I'll pick up an outfit for you to wear, something expensive and more like the other wives will be wearing."

It was strange but Paul telling me that he was basically going to dress me for the trip did send a shiver down my spine, whether anticipation, distrust or excitement, I couldn't tell but as soon as the door was closed behind Paul as he left our house at nine o'clock in the evening, I almost jumped on Johnny. Johnny was equally as turned on as I was by the strange situation I was about to step into with his brother because as I jumped on Johnny, he pushed my back against the now closed front door, ripped my clothes from my body, totally ruining them and fucked me, standing up against the half glass door.

After he climaxed in me, Johnny dragged me up to bed and fucked me all over again. We hadn't fucked so much or so hard since our honeymoon, making both of us a little sore and very tired at work the following day. Things were in a bit of a whirlwind between me being told about being loaned out to my brother-in-law for the day to play his wife and the following Friday when Paul turned up with a suitcase full of clothes, some he wanted me to wear and some that he would be wearing.

I was a little apprehensive when Johnny asked me to take the suitcase to our bedroom and model the clothes that his brother had brought for me to wear, the first outfit was a peach silk blouse, peach basque, peach thong and white chiffon skirt, very full. Very pleated but also microscopically thin.

Johnny gasped when he saw me wearing the ensemble; Paul just smiled and nodded his head, "I feel like a whore in this or a porn star!"

Johnny smiled, "God Victoria, you're wrong, you look like a model or a film star, just like one of those rich jetsetters that you see in Hello magazine."

"When did you last read Hello magazine?"

"I see it in the hairdressers when I'm waiting for my trim and you'd knock most of those posh birds for six I can tell you!"

I was bare legged but wearing the five inch high dancing slippers covered in peach silk that Paul had brought with him, they were actually a half size larger than I would usually take but then I wouldn't normally have bought shoes the day before I needed to wear them for any length of time. Paul squatted down at my side and rubbed his hands up and down my legs sending million volt electric shocks through my body.

"We need stockings; do they make pearlescent peach stockings?"

Johnny had the same idea as his brother and he was searching the internet for local stores that sold stockings so he could phone them and see if they had peach stockings in stock. The peach basque has detachable suspenders that I had removed because I was bare legged but they were easy enough to add if I needed to wear stockings.

"Found some, they have patterned as well as plane, hold ups as well as RHT type."

Paul's hand was still on my leg, "Could you pop over there mate, get whichever ones you think would look better with this costume."

Paul stretched out the material of the skirt, there was so much material making up the pleating that the sides almost reached as high as my waist and the further that Paul stretched the material the more of my body beneath the skirt popped into view. Johnny was pulling his jacket on, he looked at the front of the skirt, Paul looked up at him, "I think I need to persuade your beautiful wife to do a little topiary work down here, would you prefer her to fit in with the thong or perhaps clean away all of her undergrowth Johnny?"

Johnny looked at my face, my 'personal grooming' had never really come up since we'd married, I had no real idea if he preferred the full bush like I sported, trimmed, shaped or the baby girl look. "Might be interesting to see what she looks like without a Ginger Tom sleeping in her lap!"

I threw a cushion from the sofa at my husband's head; it bounced up off his forehead and hit the overhead light spilling dust down like snow onto the carpet. "The thing is Vicky, you really need to shave, wax or pluck your legs, if Johnny gets really sheer stockings they'll be ruined running over your stubble and, if you're shaving your legs then you may as well trim down to suit the thong or, well, I'm sure that Johnny would love seeing you with a bare pussy as much as I would."

Johnny just grinned over his shoulder at me as he walked through the front door. Fortunately I had a large quantity of depilatory cream so I wouldn't have to risk razor burn. I was in the bathroom creaming my legs and considering just how far I was supposed to go, willing to go. It had been Paul's idea to denude myself but Johnny had seemed excited by the idea and then I remembered what had happened after Paul and Johnny had discussed my pretending to be his wife, we had fucked more in three hours than in the whole of the preceding year, just remembering made my pussy drip with anticipation and excitement.

Paul knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey, how's it going in there, you need a hand?"

I actually had a micro orgasm just from knowing that Paul was two feet away from me on the other side of a flimsy wooden door as I stood there naked smoothing depilatory all over my pubic mound. "Go away you pervert, I can handle everything in here on my own!"

I actually wished that Johnny was there, I could manage most of the hairs myself but when I actually looked at myself closely there were ginger hairs around my lower back, from my butt-crack up about four inches and the fine ginger hairs above my pubic mound went up to a similar height up my front although those hairs were easily dealt with. I could really have done with a little sexual attention from my husband if I were being honest with myself.

I showered all of the depilatory cream and hair from my lower body and under my arm pits, when I got to look at myself in the mirror I got a bit of a shock, if it hadn't been for my hair and breasts I could have been looking at the nine year old me.

I was trying on the cocktail dress that Paul had brought with him for me to wear to our important meal the following day, it was a little black halter dress, very short, very slinky and provided with another set of lingerie, this time a black basque but where the peach basque had full cups, the black basque had shelf cups, lifting my already full thirty-six inch 'C' cup breasts up making them look more like thirty-eight 'DD' cup.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and the instant I saw the effect of the little black dress my nipples suddenly jumped to life and because all that was covering them was micro-thin latex my nipples were definitely on show, nipples and areola too. Paul walked into my bedroom at that moment and whistled, "I loved the peach outfit but the black number is a knockout, fortunately I had dark stockings of my own so I was fully dressed, the only thing that was really out of place were my own shoes, they weren't new, far from it, only four inches high but scuffed up a little and for the outfit they really needed to be patent leather, high gloss. Paul looked down at my shoes, "We'll look in the shop at the airport tomorrow, see if they have anything suitable, perhaps something with a platform sole and six inch heel, you'll be head and shoulders taller than the Japanese women but you'd look striking if you were that little bit taller than all of the rest of the English women too..." Johnny walked in at that moment and I saw a very definite reaction in his trousers when Paul continued, "...I want every Japanese man there to fantasise that he could have sex with you, if they want you they'll be more willing to buy from me to keep their fantasies fed. It won't hurt that you'll also destroy all of the other English wives too, undermine their self-confidence."

Paul ordered a takeaway for dinner and while we were waiting for the food Johnny and I slipped up to our bedroom for a little early evening marital communication. We both went down to eat wearing just our dressing gowns so that we could get right back into bed as soon as we were finished.

After we fell exhausted into bed after swinging from the rafters Johnny said, "You know Paul was really mad at me for stealing you off of him don't you?"

"Well, you didn't really do that, he'd only promised me a drink for helping him at a sales fair, it wasn't like we were dating or anything."

"No, but when he heard us fucking all night that first time he really wanted a crack at you before we got married, even on our wedding day he told me to keep my eyes on you or he'd spirit you away from me to the bedroom. Now it looks like he's got his chance at last to get you alone at a hotel, lucky for us that you don't have to spend the night at the hotel."

"No but he had brought three changes of clothes for both of us so we'll probably have a bedroom even if it is only for use during the day. Just exactly how many women have you both shared over the years?"

"Before you you mean?"

"Yes!"

"Well, all of them, we both fucked each other's girlfriends every time, often when one of us was ready to move on, if the other hadn't already slept with her we'd pass our old girlfriends over and the other would tell her who she'd just slept with after we'd finished, that usually did the trick!"

"Not something to be proud of."

"No, it just was what it was."

After a very early breakfast Johnny took us to the airport, Paul and I sat in the back of the car, I was in the peach outfit, at six am I felt decidedly overdressed. Paul was rehearsing me about how we met and where; we'd decided to keep as much to the truth as possible but when I approached Johnny outside that first pub that's where Paul stepped in in our fantasy story.

We were treated like royalty in the airport terminal, unlike the cattle on their way to market like the economy passengers, we had a comfortable lounge with food and alcohol laid on for free and went directly from the lounge to the aircraft in a golf buggy. There were four other couples, Paul and I were easily the youngest by a wide margin, the other wives were dressed far more conservatively than I was but the men were dressed far more businesslike than Paul, he was already dressed for the golf course. I felt the need to ask him if he actually knew how to play golf, "God no, that would never do, if I got even close to beating our hosts I'd lose any chance of winning the contract."

Paul was the only one of the group to take a suitcase, the flight attendant took it from him to have one of the ground technicians stow it in the aircraft's hold before takeoff, another difference between our private flight and a commercial one was the speed of take-off, from leaving the terminal building to being air bourn was around ten minutes and at about fifty feet high we were offered Champagne and canapés and the drink and snacks were offered for the whole of the sixty minute flight. The flight attendant didn't take her seat until the aircraft wheels were level with the hanger roofs at the small private airfield in Scotland.

I stepped off the aircraft and got all the looks from the drivers of the fleet of taxies that were waiting on the apron waiting for us. They all seemed to be trying to attract Paul and me to their taxi rather than one of the other ones. We drove in convoy to the castle overlooking the loch; the twelfth century part of the castle was used as conference and dining facilities, the actual hotel part of the hotel, the bedrooms etc. were all built to one side of the castle building, built around a hundred years ago out of timber frame construction rather than the more solid stonework of the older part of the building.

It looked like Paul's competitors hadn't been given the 'down-low' on the trip, they were all dressed for a competitive business meeting, they had all scoffed at Paul because of his casual dress but when he sat on the bench and slipped his feet into his own golf shoes and collected his bag of clubs from the pro's office there was a look of panic on the faces of four men who were totally wrong footed, dress code wise. As the Japanese wives lead the five of us wives down to the landing stage where a steam yacht was waiting to take us out on the lake for our informal get to know each other meeting, the other four wives looked almost as panic stricken as their husbands.

As we set sail I spotted the golfers setting out from the clubhouse, five Japanese men and Paul dressed like professional golfers with four business men trying to muddle through with rented shoes and rented clubs.

I realised quite quickly that the Japanese wives were taking it in turns to talk to the five English wives, asking questions about our husbands businesses and our lives together, the interrogation went on for two hours until it was cut short by a sudden squall that sprang up out of a clear blue sky.

I remembered something someone once said about boats, they move least at the central point of the boat roughly at the waterline. I left the group up on the sun deck, they were in the lounge that was aft of the centre line but I found seats lower down and quickly found the sweet-spot where the boat moved least and while I suffered a little queasiness nine other woman were being as sick as dogs three decks higher than me.

By the time we reached the quayside by the hotel, nine women looked very much the worse for wear and I had suffered very little being hidden away below decks. The men had cut short their golf match, they all looked like drowned rats as they met us at the entrance to the hotel. Paul was actually third in the competition when the match was cut short, the chairman and vice chairman of the Japanese company were first and second.

The pilot of the jet was called, he gave us all the bad news that he wouldn't be able to take off from the private airfield until the weather improved as the airfield was purely a fine weather facility as it didn't have modern radar and electronic aides of the larger commercial airports. I heard with horror as the head Japanese business man said that we'd all have to spend the night in the hotel after all, he went off to organise five extra bedrooms.

"Paul, I can't spend the night in this hotel with you in the same bedroom!"

"We'll sort something out; we have to keep up the pretence until the contracts are signed."

We went to the bar, we were the only two taking a drink, Paul was making noises like he'd sleep in the bathtub if he had to before we were taken to our bedroom, our room was right next to the Japanese chairman's room, in fact, our room would have been the room used if the Japanese had wanted a two room suite, there was a connecting door between the two rooms, the main room had a five piece bathroom suite, our room just had a shower, sink and toilet, there was just a small double bed and no room for a comfortable chair.

Paul went into the bathroom to change for dinner and I changed in the bedroom with one eye on the bathroom door until I was dressed again. Unfortunately it soon became abundantly clear that the wall between the two bedrooms was paper thin, we couldn't understand what was being said in the next room but that was only because they were speaking in Japanese, talking in their normal voice at their normal volume and Paul and I could hear every word.

All the way through the meal it was playing on my mind that Paul and I were supposed to be a married couple and we would be sharing the room right next door to the man he was trying to convince to sign a multi-million pound deal with him. I managed to sneak off to the toilet and phone Johnny, I told him my bad news and he laughed, "Well, looks like Paul will get to fuck you after all."

"No fucking way!"

"The Japanese will expect to hear the sorts of sounds that married couples make and they will hear if the walls are as thin as you say they are."

"Well, just because we're married it doesn't follow that we would choose tonight to practice our marital communications."

"How often have we spent the night in a hotel?"

"About ten or eleven times."

"And how many of those ten or eleven times did we go straight to sleep in the hotel bedroom?"

I thought about it carefully, God, never, we always had sex if we spent the night in a hotel, and not always just at night neither."

"Well there you are then, I'm sure that the Japanese are just the same as us, I'll bet they have sex whenever that spend the night in a strange place just like we do and it will be expected of you and Paul as well."

"You're being very casual about this darling, aren't you the slightest bit concerned that in just a few hours time I'm going to be going to bed with your brother?"

"Are you still taking the pill?"

"Of course I am!"

"Well then, it's just one night, turn the light out and pretend it's me in bed with you but remember that when you get home I want you to tell me everything you get up to with Paul while I'm fucking your brains out."

"Johnny darling, you're a fucking pervert!"

"I know darling but you do love me don't you, just remember you're not doing this for me or for Paul, you're doing it to try and save my father's pension money."

"Okay, I'll change that, you're a blackmailing pervert!"

"But I do love you, you'd better get back to your husband, see you tomorrow."

There was little talk of business over dinner but it was obvious that each if the English men were being quizzed and their responses were being picked over by the Japanese in their own language. After the meal the men went into the bar for a brandy and we women were taken to another room for coffee. I felt like a calf being cut out of a herd by the wives of the chairman and the vice chairman, we left the other women with their coffee and the three of us went to the fitness centre where a huge hot tub was bubbling away. I was a little gobsmacked as the two Japanese women started to strip out of their ornate traditional Japanese dresses, "We bathe, we bathe!" was squeaked at me by the chairman's wife as she unwound the long silk belt from around her waist.

The two women helped each other undress, they offered to help me undress too but I declined their offer. The three of us showered in a line under three showerheads, again, the two Japanese women helping to soap and rinse each other's bodies, I had refused their help to undress but as we started showering together I suddenly remembered something about the Japanese traditions of bathing together so when the two women started to wash me I just went with the flow.

Once in the hot tub it was like a schoolgirl event, loads of splashing, loads of giggling, jokes, well I assume the two were telling jokes but I couldn't understand and after fifteen minutes of acting like schoolgirls the other two suddenly turned serious, they sat in the water demurely and suddenly the doors opened and Paul, Josh and Aki walked in, they hardly cast a glance towards the hot tub, they stripped totally naked, they showered while carrying on their conversations of earlier and as soon as the showers were turned off Aki, the chairman said, "Right gentlemen, business is over for the evening, now is bath time!"

The three came over to the hot tub and their wives began to rub their husband's all over with washcloths but no soap, Paul sat in the tub and pulled me onto his knee and we just sat there watching the Japanese going through their ceremonial bath together. Then the six of us just relaxed into the water together, Aki and Josh saw the way that I was sitting on Paul's lap in the pool and they pulled their own wives onto their knees. We just talked about anything and everything while sitting naked together, anything but work of course. The golf match was brought up, Aki chided Paul for not playing his best, Paul just smiled and said that he knew how to play the game well but that he thought that it would be rude to show off and that got a laugh.

We spent thirty minutes in the hot tub together and then the six of us went to the three showerheads and washed all over again, the Japanese women washed their husband's and then washed themselves, Paul and I washed ourselves, it all seemed so very civilised, the six of us all totally naked under the showers together.

There were towelling dressing gowns provided and we carried our clothes back to our own rooms. I was folding my clothes, and suddenly we heard Aki's wife gasping and their bed squeaking as the chairman fucked his woman, Paul grinned at me and whispered, "I know how this part of the game is supposed to be played too, I hope you don't mind if I make a bit of an exhibition of myself, well, us. I'm expected to put on a better performance than Aki for the next two hours to prove I'm a virile man."

Paul wasn't kidding me either, he quite literally threw me onto the bed and took a running jump at me so that the bed made a hell of a noise as we enjoined in sexual combat together, from time to time we would stop and listen to the sex going on in the next room, Aki wasn't putting half the effort into fucking his wife as Paul was putting into fucking me. Paul was fucking me for all he was worth but holding his own climax back until after he heard Aki finish fucking his wife, we both heard the point where Aki finally emptied his load into his wife, we had been fucking for ninety minutes already by that point and Paul grinned at me in triumph before whispering, "I hope you're not too sore, it's a matter of pride now, I have to go for thirty minutes longer than Aki did to be able to impress him!"

I ended up just laying back and taking the pounding, I'd been fucked way beyond pleasure, and as Paul grunted into me it dawned on me that my first night with Johnny must have been something similar, Johnny was showing off, grandstanding to his brother, thinking that he was fucking Paul's girlfriend all those years ago.

I was thankful when I heard the final grunts and gasps, felt Paul's body spasm and then the warmth flooding through my lower body. Paul rolled off of me but I didn't move, I just lay there on my back and fell asleep in a huge puddle of sweat, spunk and my own inner fluids.

The storm stopped sometime in the night, at nine o'clock I heard voices outside our window, I limped off the bed and saw four cars waiting to take Paul's competitors off to the airport. I woke Paul, "Everyone's going but they didn't wake us."

Paul smiled, "That means I've got the contract, they're obviously keeping us here an extra day, we'll be heading back to London with the Japanese tomorrow."

"What about my job? They'll be expecting me in on Monday morning."

"Well, you'll have to work for me now, the Japanese will expect my wife to work for me or look after my house and children at least, ring them up and tell them you'll be in as soon as you can, we'll have to discuss how we can go forward when we're back home!"

My day was weird, there was just me and five Japanese women together all day, I was taught how Japanese woman did their makeup, taught how they put their traditional costumes on, it was all very labour intensive, you couldn't actually get dressed by yourself, well, not if you wanted everything to look right, get all the various wraps and layers tight enough. Aki's wife actually presented me with my own 'costume' complete with the under garments and weird wooden shoes. The men were all out on the golf course. This time they actually managed to play thirty-six holes, Paul just edged ahead of Josh but managed to keep to two strokes behind Aki at the end.

We had a traditional Japanese lunch, all sitting on the floor at a table with its legs cut off, Aki's wife said something that worried me slightly when she told me that I'd soon get used to eating that way when I visited Japan.

After lunch we went up to our room, Paul stopped at the door to a different room, I told him we were at the wrong room, "Not anymore we're not, last night was just a test that we passed with flying colours and Aki had our stuff moved to this room for tonight."

The room was much larger than the one we had before, very plush, very opulent and the bed was much larger. "They had to move us actually, we managed to break the bed last night and the hotel insisted on moving us to a room with a bed intended for fat Americans that's bombproof."

Paul had to help me out of my kimono, unwinding my obiage, obi, obijimi and obidome before I could get my kimono off. As soon as I was down to my linen undies Paul pushed me onto the huge bed, my zori clunking to the floor as Paul jumped my bones, this time we were making love, we weren't performing a sonic exhibition for the Japanese and Paul turned out to be an exceptional lover, I thought that Johnny was a sexpert but Paul must have taught Johnny all he knew but Paul obviously didn't teach his younger brother everything he himself knew.

Life for all of us changed, of course I still loved my husband, we spent at least six months living together and having great sex but I ended up having to escort Paul on business trips to Japan and America, Paul and I lived in our apartment in Tokyo for three months of the year, then the UK for three months, then we lived in our Washington apartment for three months and back to England for three months. I even started having children although we never actually knew who the father of each child was but they all learned to call both Johnny and Paul daddy and they thought nothing of sharing their lives between two fathers.

And what about me I hear you ask? I got the best of both worlds, a very steady loving husband; he always gave me excellent sex after being apart for three months, we loved each other totally and had a normal family life and when I was jet-setting in Japan or America I had wild sex in unusual situations, unusual places and sometimes even with unusual people as I helped Paul to make even more money from his wild business ideas. The few friends from my past that knew the truth about my strange family arrangements were as jealous as hell because while their sex lives were stagnating and dwindling it was like I was going on my honeymoon four times a year, every year so my sex life was continually being reinvigorated and kick-started every three months.

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