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Published : 09 November 2020

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Interview
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, M/f, M+/f, m/f, Beast, K9, Incest, Bro/Sis, Father/Daughter, Grandfather/granddaughter, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, shared Wife. Anal

Vicky Clarke had been happy with her life as housewife and mother for the past eighteen years but now she needed more, now that her kids were growing up, she needed a job to keep her occupied.

Over the months since she decided she needed to work, she had applied for three hundred jobs but had only been invited to one interview from her three hundred applications and that was at Fletcher Marketing by Design, a company that was relatively new and had set up their offices in a small town business park about five miles away from Vicky's village.

On the day of her interview Vicky dressed in a navy blue suit, she wore light tan tights covering her legs and a heavy cotton blouse that was titanium white and really popped under her dark suit jacket. Vicky had straightened her hair and made her face up with just a little light foundation and subtle colour. She looked as good as she possibly could for her interview.

Vicky turned up early at the office, her bus could get her to the interview seventy-five minutes early or ten minutes late...She chose the early option.

The office was in the middle of a business park, there was nowhere for her to wait so she walked into the office's reception, choosing to wait in reception, rather than out in the street. She followed a slip of a girl through the door, the girl was dressed for a nightclub rather than an interview and she was actually five minutes late for her own interview. The girl apologized for being late, the receptionist didn't even look up, she just said, "That's okay love, they're running thirty minutes late already!"

Vicky checked her watch, it was just ten o'clock, they could only have been interviewing for an hour and their schedule had already slipped by thirty minutes.

Vicky stepped up to the receptionist's desk, handed the receptionist her invitation to the interview, that did make the receptionist look up, "You're very early Mrs Clarke and we're running late as well...you'll have around two hours to wait, you could go and do something else and come back at twelve o'clock if you like!"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders, "I'm on public transport, there isn't anywhere I can go...I'll just have to wait here."

The reception area now had three interviewees and without the use of a tape measure, the three of them had divided the room into exact thirds so that they were as far apart as possible.

The door at the far end of reception opened and a middle aged man in a Savile Row suit escorted another party girl out of the office, he had his right arm across her back, his right hand on her shoulder. He took the young woman all the way to the street door, he thanked her for coming for the interview. Vicky saw the man's hand slip off of the girl's shoulder and as he said, "I'll give you a call if you've been chosen to come in on Friday for a second interview!", Vicky watched the man's hand slip down over her ribs, across the small of her back and he patted her bottom as he propelled her through the door...the girl giggled as she hit the car park.

The man walked over to the receptionist, she said, "Kelly's next!"

The man stepped into the middle of the room, "Kelly, you're up next my dear!"

The girl that had been sitting in reception when Vicky arrived stood up, another under twenty year old dressed for a nightclub, the man shook her hand and he looped his right arm across her back, his hand on her shoulder as he guided her into the office being used as an interview room. Vicky moved over to the seat that Kelly had just vacated because Kelly had chosen the seat closest to the coffee table holding a pile of old magazines and Vicky knew that she had ninety minutes or more to kill before her own interview so she needed something to kill a little of that time.

Vicky was now much closer to the door to the interview room, she could hear Kelly laughing, she couldn't actually hear any of the questions being asked or answers being given but Kelly's laughter made it out of the room.

Vicky watched the same scene play out three more times, three different men escorted interviewees out of the office, the touching was the same, the final pat on the girl's bottom as they left was the same, the same mention of the possibility of a second interview on Friday that they would phone if the girl was successful!

They were back to the first man for Vicky's turn. Vicky heard the man ask the receptionist who was next, "Mrs Clarke.", the receptionist nodded in Vicky's direction.

He came over and stood in front of Vicky, "Mrs Clarke, would you like to follow me please?"

There was a handshake but no further touching, Vicky followed the man into the interview room...it was typical of comfortable informal interviews that Vicky had attended in her youth, one seat, backing on to the door, a low coffee table two feet away, three more seats, two feet further into the room.

Vicky shook hands with the other two men. The three men were brothers, Alan, Glen and Tom Fletcher. Alan had escorted Vicky into the room and as they walked in, Tom had been sitting in the middle of the three seats, after shaking hands, Tom sat in the right hand seat, leaving the middle seat for Alan.

Tom and Glen took turns in asking Vicky questions while Alan just sat there smiling at her...no...not just smiling at her, every time Vicky's eyes passed over Alan to look at the next questioner, he was making subtle gestures in her direction, Alan was making 'Open' gestures, if Vicky was more keyed into body language, she would have worked out that Alan was just trying to encourage Vicky to open up more but really, he was trying to use body language to get Vicky to part her knees.

Vicky had thought it strange that her seat was a few inches taller than the other three seats in the room but the fact that her skirt was longer then all of the other interviewees meant that she didn't question the position she was in as her skirt totally covered her knees.

All of the younger women that had been interviewed ahead of Vicky were already putting a lot on display from the outset but the subliminal messaging that the man in the middle seat was giving out was designed to get the younger women to open their legs a little more. Vicky actually found herself parting her knees slightly mirroring the hidden body language messages from Alan but as her skirt covered her knees so much, even with her legs more open, the three men saw nothing up under her skirt.

The interview was over in just ten minutes, Glen took Vicky out into reception and on to the main door, again, there was no touching on route to the exit and no mention of the possibility of a second interview on the following Friday. Vicky saw the next bus into town was already picking up at the stop opposite the office block, they only ran one bus an hour on this route so she knew that there would be a long wait opposite the office before she could restart her journey home.

Vicky looked over her shoulder, Glen had collected the last interviewee before lunch, his left arm across her back, his left hand on her shoulder as he guided her into the interview room. Instead of walking straight to the now empty bus stop, Vicky walked down the side of the building, passing the window to the interview room, she saw Glen in the middle seat, she saw from the way the girl was looking from Alan to Tom that they were asking all the questions and she saw Glen Fletcher making all the body language movements...Vicky wasn't there at the window for very long but she saw the girl laughing heartily and Vicky also saw the girl part her knees, the three men all looked at each other and they all ticked a box on a clipboard that they had resting on their knees.

Vicky moved to the bus stop, the next bus from the office to the city centre was scheduled to pick up at ten minutes past one and would get her into the city at one forty-five, the bus to her village left the city at one fifty-five, it would be tight but if everything went to schedule, she would be home just before her kids at four o'clock. If Vicky had actually got the job at Fletcher Marketing by Design, she would have had to get herself a car to get to and from work as the public transport routings weren't very convenient from her village to the business park.

After standing at the bus stop for forty minutes, Vicky was glad that she had opted for her navy blue court shoes with the two inch high heel rather than the five or six inch high heeled shoes that the other interviewees seemed to have favoured. Just as the thought of her comfortable shoes was running through her head, she saw Tom Fletcher standing in the main entrance to the office block's reception, there was a conversation...Vicky watched Tom's hand slip from the girl's shoulder, down across her back and the little pat on the girl's bottom as she was sent on her way.

The young woman tottered across the car park and out into the street on her incredibly high heeled shoes. She walked up to Vicky and smiled at her, "Any idea what time the bus is due?"

Vicky pointed at the bus stop, "The timetable says it's an hourly service at this time of the day at ten minutes past the hour."

The girl gave a little giggle, "Still twenty minutes to wait then!" She stepped down off of her shoes and stood on the pavement in her bare feet, "These shoes were killing me, at least it's nice and warm at this time of the year...were you being interviewed for the marketing job as well?"

Vicky shook her head, "No, I was after a job as purchase ledger clerk but I don't think I was successful!"

The look the girl gave Vicky spoke volumes, it was that, 'Now I see why you're dressed like someone's grandmother' kind of a look.

Ten minutes past one came and went without the appearance of the expected bus, Vicky was checking her watch every fifteen seconds, at a quarter past one Vicky thought, 'I could still make the one fifty-five bus home but only if the damned bus comes right now!'

The bus limped along five minutes later, if the bus moved at its normal speed, she would just see her bus pulling out of the bus station as this bus approached its stand.

The driver apologised for his late arrival but his bus had engine issues and the motor had gone into 'Limp Home' mode, limiting his speed so after paying for her ticket, Vicky moved to the back of the empty bus. The bus limped towards the city at half speed, at least it wasn't as frustrating for Vicky to be a mile away from the city at one fifty-five when the bus to her village left the city's bus station rather than the prospect of her sitting on one bus, watching her village bus pull away from the station and being able to do nothing about it.

Vicky's bus finally limped into the city's bus station thirty minutes behind schedule so she would have a forty minute wait so she hit the bus station's café and got herself a strong coffee to take her mind off of her disappointing day and she needed it after taking all day to go through a ten minute interview.

By the time Victoria finally got home, all three of her kids had been home ages and they were all in their bedrooms doing their homework...even though, judging by the sounds coming from her son, Peter's, bedroom, his homework was on the WW2 battle of the bulge tank battle. Vicky cooked dinner and had it ready to dish up by the time John, her husband, arrived from work.

John wrapped his arms around Vicky and he kissed the back of her neck as he said, "How did your interview go today darling?"

Vicky pushed John away, she didn't want him to forget himself at five o'clock in the evening with their three kids up and about, his hands were already rubbing up her ribs towards her breasts as she pushed him away. She was still dressed almost for her interview, the only thing that she had changed was that she took her suit jacket off.

John stood back and asked, "How did your interview go darling?"

Vicky stamped her foot with frustration and told John how bad her day had gone, she mentioned that she was at least twenty years older than the next oldest woman at the interviews and that she was the only one dressed for an interview.

John leaned back and looked down at Vicky's legs, "So, you wore light tan tights, navy skirt and white cotton blouse!"

Vicky lifted her jacket off of the back of the dining chair she had placed it on, John smiled at her, "Oh, so you went with the whole navy suit look, even though it is so hot outside today...so, how were the other women dressed for their interviews?"

"They were dressed the way that you would expect me to dress for your 'Special birthday night' darling."

John laughed out loud at that, "You mean the way I'd love you to dress all of the time darling, not just on the days that we've palmed the kids off on our parents for the night!"

Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Sarah, their eldest child, she entered the dining room with a flourish, "When will dinner be ready..."

Vicky said that dinner was ready and then had an afterthought, "Call Peter and Dawn for me darling, remind them to wash their hands before they come down for dinner please!"

Sarah grinned at her mother, "Looks like dad should have washed his hands too!" before she ran to the stairs to call her brother and sister.

Vicky looked down at the front of her blouse and spotted grubby trails up over her ribs from John's sweaty palms, the grubby marks ended just below her breasts, it looked like a set of ghost arms fondling her from behind. Vicky had changed her top before Dawn or Peter saw their father's mark on her titanium white blouse.

There was the usual gathering around the dining table for dinner, the usual topic of conversation...'How was your day?'

Peter excitedly told how he scored two goals in lunchtime football practice, John was impressed...but..."Erm, don't you play in defence Peter?"

Peter nodded his head.

"What did your coach say about you scoring two goals?"

"He dropped me from Saturday's game for leaving the left wing undefended!"

Everyone looked at Dawn next, she looked a little panicked trying to think up something to say about her day that her parents wouldn't balk at. She latched onto her biology project, "I had to do a project for biology with John Whitehead and the teacher said that he was going to recommend us for the science prize this year!" Dawn nodded her head, congratulating herself on picking the more suitable of her day's events to relay to her parents...she decided not to mention that while she and John Whitehead were working closely together he asked her if she'd like to be his girlfriend and they had kissed at lunchtime break.

As her way of telling her parents that was all for her day's information, she looked over at Sarah to pass on the batten as it were.

Sarah gave her best, 'Superior Girl' look, "I managed to get a summer job today, the careers teacher got me an interview at the local garden centre and I had an interview at lunchtime...Miss Baker suggested the garden centre because they have outlets in all three of the towns on my university options list so I'll be able to transfer when I start university and keep working part time with the same company."

John said, "What about all your other interviews...are you just not going to bother going to them now that you have a firm job offer?"

Sarah shook her head, "Miss Baker has already let the four companies that she helped me to get interviews at know that I wouldn't be going, I just have to contact the two companies that I applied to on my own, the first one is with Fletcher Marketing by Design on Wednesday, I'll ring them tomorrow and let them know...that job was a little flaky as far as I can tell, they only had a few hours of part time work a month last year but they were only just starting up then."

John looked over at Vicky and smiled, then he looked back at Sarah, "What job were you trying out for at Fletcher Marketing by Design?"

"Something in marketing...you know the kind of thing, look pretty, demonstrate a product, answer customer questions, run errands and that kind of thing. They held an event at Towcester Racecourse last month, my friend Amy was working for them, she just had to look after a group of business men, keep them supplied with food and drink while they watched the races and she got a hundred pounds for the afternoon and a few of the business men told her to apply to their company when she was looking for a full time job."

John looked back to his wife, this time, his smile was different, not a smile of mirth or happiness, this smile was his lascivious smile...his 'Dirty' smile. He was still looking at Vicky when he said, "Sarah darling, why don't you give me your letter inviting you to the interview at Fletcher Marketing by Design on Wednesday...I'll cancel it for you tomorrow while I'm at work!"

Sarah looked happy at that suggestion and then she thought for a moment and said, "Can you cancel my interview at Sainsbury's store as well, if I give you their letter?"

John looked away from Vicky and back at Sarah, "Of course I can darling, saves you having to worry about doing it doesn't it...you can just concentrate on revising for your last exam on Friday!"

After the meal was over, Vicky started washing the pots and John reminded Sarah to bring her two letters for her unneeded interviews so that he could cancel them for her.

When they were finally on their own Vicky said, "You were being uncharacteristically helpful to Sarah over her interviews...offering to cancel them for her...you usually insist that Sarah takes responsibility for things like that herself!"

John put his finger to his lips to quieten his wife, he was on his mobile phone calling someone, Vicky listened in as he cancelled Sarah's appointment for the following Monday at their local Sainsbury's store and when he finished the call she said, "I would have thought that you would have called Fletcher's first as their interview is the day after tomorrow and Sainsbury's isn't for six days!"

"I'm not planning on cancelling Sarah's appointment...just in making a substitution!"

Vicky stopped washing the pots, her hands resting on the bottom of the sink, "What are you planning darling?"

"Well, so many of our friends say that you look more like Sarah's twin sister that her mother when you both get dressed up to go out that I was going to take a day off work on Wednesday...get you all dressed up and take you to Sarah's interview."

"But I don't know anything about marketing, when I went for my interview today it was for a purchase ledger clerk's post."

"But Sarah's already told you what marketing is all about...just doing everything possible to keep the customer happy and try to encourage him to buy your goods or services...that's why all the girls being interviewed for the marketing jobs were dressed how I love to see a woman dressed...that's just how a marketing company would need their female staff to dress!"

Victoria dried her hands, "What's the point in my going for a job interview for a job that I don't want...especially if I'm going to have to pretend to be my own, eighteen year old, daughter?"

John pulled Vicky's body against his, "Because I think that you need a boost to your confidence...especially after today, on top of all the jobs that you have applied for so far and the lack of reaction from those companies...if you let me dress you on Wednesday and follow a few tips from me about how to behave on your interview, I'll guarantee that you get a better reaction from those three old farts at Fletcher Marketing by Design when they've seen you!"

The clinch was broken by Peter rushing in to complain that the house 'Wi-Fi' was down so John stopped hugging his wife and went to look at the router and reboot it to get it working again.

John was unusually insistent on the kids going to bed at their assigned bed times, he was usually a little more lax, especially with Sarah now that she was actually eighteen years old...Vicky knew the reason, John wanted sex and he knew that Vicky wouldn't open her legs if there was any chance that the kids were still awake so John wanted a clear hour between Sarah going to bed and him dragging Vicky up to their bedroom.

It was nowhere close to one of John's usual sex nights but Vicky didn't mind accommodating him once she was sure that the kids were all in their deep sleep cycle.

Vicky busied herself on Tuesday, trying to forget all about John's plan for her to take Sarah's place at Fletcher Marketing by Design's office the following day.

On Wednesday morning, John organised the kids, got them their breakfast, checked Dawn and Peter's school bags were ready and their homework checked and signed by him, rather than by Vicky, and while John was doing all of that, Vicky was having a leisurely shower. Vicky was drying herself as John was using a crowbar to force the kids out of the house in time to catch their various school busses.

Vicky was still sitting painting foundation onto her face and down her neck as the basis of her makeup as John joined her in the bedroom. John went to the wardrobe that his wife used to store the sexually explicit clothes that John liked his wife to wear for him around the house on his birthday to excite and titillate him. John picked out a white basque that was a marvel of engineering, it had a small shelf built into the structure that lifted Vicky's breasts and separated them to give her a more pronounced cleavage and all done without the need for shoulder straps to help hold the weight of her breasts up, even though she didn't really need the help as she had very firm, thirty-eight inch, 'C' cup breasts but the basque did present her breasts in a better light. The basque also had what looked like bra cups that actually covered her breasts that were very thin Indian cotton but were literally just covering her breasts because John liked her to wear the basque with no blouse over the top...not that Vicky would usually agree to wear the basque out of the house...even with a blouse over the top of it.

John had remembered that the last time that Vicky had dressed up for him, he had been a little animalistic and he had torn her stockings to shreds so while he was out of the house on Tuesday, he had picked up a pair of real silk stockings, the kind that had a hand stitched seam down the backs of the legs.

Vicky put both the basque and stockings on while John was lifting dresses and skirts out of her wardrobe to look at them, looking for just the right item of clothing that would show his wife off to her best and make her look closer to eighteen years old than the forty years she actually was.

Vicky was starting to fret a little that her husband was dressing her up so that he could have sex with her before he took her out to her interview, mainly because of how early he was encouraging her to get ready and also he was dressing her in the clothes that were guaranteed to get his motor running. As Vicky was straightening the seams down the backs of her legs, she did mention that she had almost three hours before Sarah's interview..."And on Monday, they were running thirty minutes late after just one hour of interviewing, I don't need to be ready for two hours yet!"

John had fished out a red leather mini-skirt, he passed it to Vicky, "Yes I know that we'll be very early but I'm going to take you for a coffee on the way to Fletcher's office, just a new restaurant that opened last week, it won't be at all busy at this time of the day, I just want you to get used to being out dressed like this so that you'll be less embarrassed at your interview...you need to be really comfortable in your skin to make a good impression...well, in Sarah's skin as you'll be pretending to be her. Now, try this skirt on, I need to see if your stocking tops show under it when you're standing normally!"

Vicky still wasn't wearing knickers when she stepped into the red leather mini-skirt and after fastening the waistband, she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, there wasn't a sign of her stocking tops as she stood there in her stocking feet.

John handed her a pair of red leather shoes with five inch high heels, "Try these on as well!"

Vicky felt she needed step ladders to clamber up onto such high heeled shoes safely and once she was up there, she could just see the edge of the reinforced stocking tops peeping out from under the hem of her skirt.

John said, "That's perfect!"

Vicky wasn't so sure..."Not perfect for me darling, I'm not going out in public without knickers or a blouse on over this basque!"

John went back to the wardrobe, he returned with an Indian cotton blouse that was actually sheerer than the loose covering over her breasts but at least that would be two layers between her naked tits and the outside world so she slipped it on and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt.

When Vicky looked at herself again, she could just make out her nipples and areola through the blouse and basque together, she thought that she was very fortunate that her nipples and areola were only one shade darker pink than the rest of her breast mass and while they stood out in front of her well lit mirror, the office that she would be in for her interview wasn't so well lit so her rude bits wouldn't stand out so much.

John had three pairs of knickers in his hands, a pair of white fake silk French knickers, a pair of white real silk bikini-brief knickers and a white thong that was little more than two strands of elasticated dental floss, one acting as a waistband and the other pretending to be the back of the knickers and all that was left was a white mesh triangular panel that made up the front of the knickers...the most substantial part of the third pair of knickers was the one inch square of cotton wadding that was sewn in at the point where the back strip of dental floss met the point of the mesh triangle that was designed to cover her pussy to mop up the drool!

Vicky held the French knickers against her waist...the lace around the leg holes actually showed below the bottom hem of her mini-skirt, Vicky had seen Sarah going out to parties wearing knickers that were exposed like that but then, Sarah was eighteen...not forty years old. Vicky threw the French knickers on the bed, rejected, she held the thong in her left hand and the bikini-brief knickers in her right as she looked at John, his eyes were fixed on the content of her left hand so she slipped her shoes off and slipped her feet into the leg holes of the thong.

Vicky sat at her dressing table and continued making up her face, three coats of scarlet lipstick and a top coat of hard gloss finish, a light dusting of eye shadow and a hint of blusher and while she was doing that, John was dressing in a black Fred Perry shirt, Cream chinos and black leather loafers.

They left home at nine o'clock and John took the direct road to the town where the Fletcher brothers ran their marketing company, after two miles, John started to slow down at the entrance to the road that twenty years earlier had been called 'Lovers Lane' John and Vicky had, like every other courting couple in the area, used Lovers Lane for a kiss and a cuddle...and sometimes more...when they didn't have a private space of their own. Vicky was sure that John was going to take her down the lane that ran to a dead end at the river, well, it ended at the old worked out gravel pit, the lane had actually been built to transport gravel out of the pit to the new roads that were built in the area until the seam of gravel ran out, then the road was closed down and the pumps at the pit were turned off and the river was allowed to flood the pit. It took the local youths over ten years to finally reopen the lane to the gates of the old gravel pit to use for love in the evenings.

Vicky was sure that John didn't have coffee on his mind but wanted to recapture his youth with a little kiss and cuddle in one of the private bays between trees and bushes along the length of the lane. As they turned into the lane, Vicky saw three parked cars close to the main road but it was too early for them to be courting couples and the cars were empty so it was probably people out walking their dogs or just taking exercise in an area that had unofficially become a nature reserve.

John drove to the end of the road, twenty years ago, there had been a row of concrete blocks stopping people driving down to the water's edge, now, the lane opened out into a car park. Vicky spotted boats on the old gravel pit, not rowing boats or sailing dinghies but big boats...cabin cruisers, narrow boats...even 'Gin Palaces'. Someone had created a marina on the old gravel pit, lots of floating pontoons for the boats to moor up against. There was a new building between the river bank and the marina that looked like a clubhouse but it was a restaurant that was connected to the marina...all brand new development on land that had, for the previous forty years, been seen as public space.

They got out of the car, the path from the car park lead down to the Marina before turning to the right and leading to the front of the new restaurant. As they walked towards the lines of moored up boats on the new footpath, they saw a man stepping off of one of the 'Gin Palaces', John let out a gasp, "I think I know him...I think that's Jason Cooper, we were at secondary school together."

The man that John thought was Jason was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, he was wearing running shoes, it was obvious that he was going for an early morning run...well, that was until Jason saw John and Vicky. Vicky saw Jason's face almost light up, even from a hundred feet away he could see that Vicky was dressed for sex and his face was illuminated with a look of impure lust...his face wasn't the only thing that caught Vicky's attention, just as John was saying, "Jason's nickname at school was big John!" Vicky saw why...Jason's shorts suddenly tented out, he had grown a third leg inside his shorts.

John looked at the front of Vicky's blouse and he nudged her with his elbow to get her attention away from Jason's shorts. Vicky looked at John's face, she saw where he was looking and she looked down at her own front...she couldn't see her bright red shoes under the overhang caused by her breasts but John wasn't looking at her shoes. Vicky blushed when she saw that her nipples were standing out like coat hooks...the thing about Vicky's light pink areola and nipples was that when she got excited, the blood engorging her nipples turned them much darker and now, her nipples could be clearly seen through her blouse and basque.

Jason did nothing to hide his monster erection and as he walked towards John and Vicky, his trouser snake swung from side to side. John whispered in Vicky's ear, "Jason screwed every single girl at our secondary school over the five years we were there, I saw him doing a few of them and once he had fucked a girl he dumped her and the rest of us lads would swarm all over her...once a girl had been opened up by Jason, she was happy and willing to let any other boy have her, we all got sexually fat from Jason's leftovers!"

Jason was just a few feet away now and he said, "I'm sorry guys, we're not opening until tomorrow now, the brewery has let us down over deliveries!"

John held out his right hand, "Hi, I'm John Clarke, I think we were at school together Jason!"

Jason's eyes were lapping at Vicky's shoreline, he was devouring her with his eyes and then he suddenly looked away from her breasts and over at John's face, he grabbed John's hand and he shook it vigorously, "I don't believe it...Little John Clarke...after all these years!"

John gestured to Vicky, "And this is Victoria, my long suffering wife..."

Jason let John's hand drop and took Vicky's right hand in his, "Nice to meet you Vicky!" he said as he leaned in and kissed her on both cheeks.

John continued, "...Vicky's on her way to a job interview in town but we're a little early, I heard that this place was opening today so thought that we could pop in for a coffee...you know, check the new place in the county out, see how it ticks!"

Jason smiled at John and then he went back to undressing Vicky with his eyes, "Well, if all you want is a coffee, I could rustle you one up on my boat, 'The Fanta sea '!"

Vicky was a little reluctant, she had been on edge all morning expecting John to push her into having sex to calm her down before her interview and this smacked as a massive set up to Vicky...John could easily have planned this, 'Accidental Meeting' with one of his old school friends, a man that by John's own admissions he'd seen having sex with girls many times before.

The Fanta sea was a ten meter ocean going cabin cruiser that was now sitting on a riverside marina mooring, gathering dust but it still had the look of a very expensive piece of waterside real estate. The main cabin was spotless but Jason still said, "Excuse the mess!" and then he made an expansive gesture, "Find somewhere to sit, feel free to move anything that's in the way!"

Jason sent down into the galley which was below the cockpit and out of sight of the main cabin. John guided Vicky to a two seat sofa in white kid leather. The seat was very low, her knees were higher than her bum so Vicky would be showing off far more than she felt comfortable with. John sat next to her and he whispered, "Did you see the effect that you had on him?"

Vicky blushed but she still said, "I couldn't miss it!"

John kissed her cheek and he felt the heat of her embarrassment against his lips, "How would you like to feel a monster like that between your legs?"

Vicky pushed John away, "You know that I'm not interested in doing anything with any other man than you!"

John laughed, "Yes I know but it is handy that we're here, nice private place, just Jason to look at you, you'll get used to him flirting, it'll make it easier when you're sitting in the hot seat at Fletcher's with the three of them looking at you."

Jason brought a tray out with three cups of coffee on it, he kicked a coffee table in front of the sofa where John and Vicky were sitting, then he placed the tray on the table and pulled a foot stool over so that he was sitting opposite Vicky and started to talk to John about the good old days but all the time he was looking at Vicky, this time he was torn between looking at her engorged nipples and looking between her legs.

This time, as Jason's cock grew, it didn't tent his shorts out in front of him, it grew down the side of his inner thigh, it was soon showing beyond the confines of his baggy running shorts. Jason wasn’t a bit shy, John could clearly see the head of Jason's cock, just as Vicky could, Jason wasn't trying to hide it one little bit.

Jason's mobile phone rang, he jumped up to answer it, his back was to John and Vicky as he spoke to the brewery's representative about their staff delivering the last of the bar equipment by lunchtime, Jason was checking that it would all be installed and working before the morning and as he spoke on the phone, John reached for Vicky's knees and parted them a little more, he whispered, "Just give him a little show like he's doing for us!"

Jason was suddenly there again on the footstool, "Sorry about that, so much to get organised, I'm just glad that I didn't splash out on a big ad...vert...telling the county set that we were opening today!"

Jason's stutter was because he'd just noticed that Vicky's knees were now parted slightly and because of her position, he could see all the way up to her thong, and he really liked what he saw.

John started the conversation off again, "So Jason, what does it cost for a ship like this?"

Jason put his phone down on the coffee table and then he placed his right hand on the head of his cock, once again his cock had made a break for freedom but Jason wasn't trying to hide it, he was actually gently rubbing his erect cock's head, rubbing it and twisting his palm around on its crown.

He made a quick look over at John, he smiled and started talking and then his eyes were back on the gap between Vicky's knees before the first word came out, "Well, when I bought it, it was fifty thousand pounds but it didn't look anything like this back then, would you like the guided tour? I can tell you all about the changes that I've made to the boat."

John looked at Vicky and said, "Sure...but is she for sale?"

Jason laughed and the laugh telegraphed the upcoming joke, "No, she can't sail, she doesn't have a mast...sorry, John my boy, everything on the planet is up for sale if the price is right, boats, disused gravel pits, women...just depends on what's being offered in payment!"

Jason was leering at Vicky as he stressed the word 'Women' in his little dialogue.

The tour of The Fanta sea started, Jason guided Vicky down below decks, as they passed the galley he didn't let Vicky go in, he just gestured into the small cooking area and moved her on, four cabins, each one had a double bed and they were walking back to the main cabin, John was actually in the galley, it looked like he was really interested in buying the boat, he was inspecting it so closely...checking that everything worked in the boat's kitchen.

Jason invited Vicky up to the cockpit above the galley, he guided her to stand in front of the wheel, he was slightly behind and to her right, he took her left hand and placed it on the twin throttle controls, gripped her hand, pressing her hand down on the controls and pulled it back, "If the motor was running, you would have just unleashed a thousand horsepower..." Jason thrust his hips against Vicky's bum, because his cock was still sticking out of the leg hole of his shorts, he wasn't prodding her bottom, the head of his cock was rubbing down the back of her silk stocking.

Vicky's right hand dropped, she was going to push him away but then she saw John coming out of the galley, John winked at Vicky, gave her a warm smile and she changed her mind, she wasn't going to push Jason away now that John was back but her hand was right there, well, it was a good inch away from Jason's cock until he turned his hips a little and placed the head of his cock against Vicky's hand, rolling his hips so that it looked like Vicky was masturbating him.

John said, "The kitchen's a little small Jason!"

Jason tutted, "Bloody land-lubber, it's a galley, not a kitchen!"

John was now at Vicky's right hand side, he pressed his fingers against the back of her right hand, pushing her palm harder against Jason's cock. Vicky closed her hand around Jason's cockhead and she just stood there allowing Jason to rub himself off in her fist. John was still making slam talk as Jason rocked back and forth so that his cock slid inside Vicky's hand. John was in no doubt at all what Jason was doing as Jason was pushing against John as well as Vicky because John was so close to his wife. John was actually asking Jason how much he would sell The Fanta sea for.

Jason was sliding his left hand along Vicky's left arm and when he reached her shoulder, he dipped his hand under her armpit and was reaching around her ribs to get to her left breast and once he was fondling Vicky's breast he bent his knees, lowering his cock but Vicky's hand was still in the same place and she was still lightly gripping his cock in her fist so that there was now far more of Jason's cock exposed and now it was pointing higher, as he eased in, his cock slipped through her fist, his cockhead parting the backs of Vicky's thighs as he said, "The Fanta sea stands me at two hundred thousand pounds so far, I'd take a twenty percent profit on her if I was selling her to a friend!" Jason stabbed his hips against Vicky's buttocks again and his cock slipped a little deeper between Vicky's thighs.

Vicky gave John a very nervous look, she had made a big thing just a few minutes earlier that she had no sexual interest in any man other than her husband and yet...here she was...holding a massive cock in her hand and to all intents and purposes, she was guiding that cock towards her honey pot.

Jason's mobile phone rang again, it was still sitting on the tray between the footstool and the posh two seat sofa, Vicky was actually lifting Jason's cock higher at that moment, moving his cockhead off of her stocking tops and onto the band of bare skin between her stockings and her knickers, moving Jason's cock closer to her cunt.

Jason ignored the phone and pressed forward a little harder, his cock was now nuzzling up against the thin string of elasticated dental floss that was laughingly called the back of Vicky's thong. Vicky's mouth was now dry...her mind was racing...could she let John's old school friend actually go that extra few inches and guide him all the way home when the boat's radio burst into life..."Jason, the Brewery guy is here, you have to sign some contracts before he can start and he isn't willing to wait any longer, he's snowed under today!"

Jason muttered, "Fucking hell" under his breath because he knew that he was so close to his goal, he reached between John and Vicky, his change of position making his cockhead rub over the outside of Vicky's pussy lips. He snatched at the microphone, keyed it and said, "I'll be right over!" Jason gave Vicky an apologetic look and then he looked at John, "Hey, I'll only be a minute or two, just got to sign my soul over to the brewery and I'll be right back...why don't you guys stay here and finish your coffee off!"

John was looking at his wife's face closely as Jason backed away from her, pulling his cock out from between her thighs and eventually out of her hand as well. John smiled at Vicky as he saw Jason's cock finally slip out of her hand and fall back against his thigh, allowing the running shorts to fall back in place, hiding most of the length of his cock. Jason was moving fast, already half way across the main cabin by the time that John spoke up, "I've got to get Vicky to her interview, we'll just have to take a rain check on the coffee!"

Jason skidded to a halt, he gave John and Vicky a disappointed look and then he said, "Well, when the restaurant is up and running, you'll have to come over for a meal on me!"

John gave his old friend a smile and said, "We will do!"

Jason was running down the pontoon towards the new tarmac path, Vicky checked her watch, "We still have an hour before I have to be there and on Monday, they were running thirty minutes late by this time of the morning." As soon as Vicky had said it, she felt mortified, it sounded to her like she was telling her husband that she wanted to wait there for Jason to come back and take up where he had left off with her.

John took a hold of Vicky's left arm and pulled her out from between the Captain's seat and the ship's wheel, he kissed her gently on her lips, "I know that we have more time but I think that you've done brilliantly for your first time in this situation and I don't want to push you too hard, too fast...it's always best to take these things in little baby steps so that you don't feel too pressurised into things!"

They left the boat, John helped Vicky down the gangplank, it was difficult for her to balance on such a narrow plank in her high heeled shoes. Once on the pontoon dock, John formed a crook in his right arm at the elbow for her to loop her left hand through.

As they walked along the bouncy floating dock, Vicky said, "Do you think that Jason would have..." Vicky had a sudden attack of nerves, she was definitely thinking totally differently to how she would usually think and she had just started to vocalise something in such a way that she would have never dreamt of doing just an hour earlier. John looked at her face because she had started to voice a question and she had suddenly censored herself, he gave her another comforting smile to help her relax. "...I mean...you know, with you right there...do you think that Jason would have tried to do me...right there, in front of you and all those large windows?"

John laughed, "I have no doubt that he would have tried...when we first started at secondary school, we were both eleven years old and Jason was such a freak of nature, he already had an eight inch long cock even at eleven years old and he would sit at the back of the class every lesson with his cock out of his trousers and wanking himself off, he didn't care who saw him doing it and by the second day, he had a girl sitting next to him rubbing his cock for him and over that first year, he fucked every girl in our year and he let his friends watch him fucking whenever we were around."

"He was younger than Peter is now, I can't believe that Peter even knows what his cock is for apart from peeing out of!"

John laughed again, "I have walked in on Peter doing it before!"

"Before...when?"

"Remember at Cousin Fred's wedding, Amy, one of the bridesmaids kissed him and as soon as we got home, he was straight at it in his bedroom but he'd been careless and he hadn't closed his bedroom door properly..." John laughed, "...he'd stolen one of Amy's lace gloves and was wearing it to hold his cock as he wanked himself...I think that he was pretending it was Amy's hand in the glove!"

Well, Vicky had certainly learned something that she didn't know about her son before, even if she wasn't really sure if she had learned something about herself...would she have allowed Jason to go all of the way with her in such a public place if John had encouraged her too.

John continued telling Vicky about Jason and the many girls that John had watched him screwing during their time at school together and when they reached the car, John opened her door for Vicky to get into the car, there was no way that Vicky could prevent her knickers flashing out in the car park. As Vicky sat in her seat, she looked over at the restaurant, Jason was waving his fists in the air and was stamping up and down in front of the workman...Jason wasn't happy at all, but that could have been as much to do with Vicky escaping his clutches as the workman causing him a headache.

Vicky expected John to just close her door and run around the car to the driving seat but he didn't, he squatted down in front of her, "Would you have let him screw you..." John's hands were resting on Vicky's knees, he was parting her legs as he spoke, "...would you have let him fuck you in the cockpit of his boat in front of me?"

Vicky bit her bottom lip, "I'm not sure, he did come very close though!"

"How close?"

Vicky blushed and she whispered, "His cock rubbed across my pussy, just that thin mesh stopping him getting in!"

John rubbed his hands up Vicky's legs, his hands lifting the front of her leather mini-skirt, Vicky would never usually have allowed her husband to do anything like that to her in the open in broad daylight but today, she didn't slap his hands away, she did grip the bottom hem of her skirt as she looked all around, she was ready to cover up if she saw anyone...well, anyone but Jason, she could still see him ranting and raving at the workman.

John rubbed the front of her knickers and then he picked up a little human jelly on two fingers of his left hand, Jason had left a little of his pre-cum between Vicky's thighs, showing John just how close Jason had got to dipping his cock in Vicky's cunt. John sniffed his fingers, "I remember Jason's smell even after all of these years!" John moved his fingers to Vicky's face, he held his index and middle fingers under her nose, "Jason's spunk has a very musky smell." John touched his little finger against Vicky's chin, he eased her chin down to open her mouth and as her lips opened, his index and middle fingers were now level with her mouth, his left hand eased her gusset to one side and he pushed two fingers into her cunt as he pushed his 'Jason covered fingers' into her mouth.

"I would have loved to have seen Jason's massive cock parting your bright red lips like this!"

Vicky's hands moved from the hem of her skirt and she gripped his left wrist, she was already climaxing and she wasn't trying to get his hand away from her pussy, she was just trying to stop him giving her too much pleasure.

"Take his cock in deeper!"

Vicky took a deep breath, the corners of her mouth had turned up into a smile. Vicky didn't like sucking cocks and she only really acceded to John's request to suck him about once in ten requests and then it was just a few seconds, a half hearted suck in reality because Vicky worried that John would push too hard and hurt her throat.

Vicky bobbed her head lower, taking the whole length of both of John's fingers into her mouth, she didn't have any issues with sucking his fingers, even if they were covered in another man's semen because she knew that his fingers couldn't reach the back of her throat.

Vicky was suddenly alerted to the sound of an approaching car, she let go of John's left wrist and gripped the bottom hem of her skirt again, pulling it down over the back of John's hand and she pulled her head away from John's right hand to look over her shoulder to see where the other car was parking.

The new car parked on John's side of their car so the driver couldn't see where John's left hand was. As the other driver was going through the motions of parking his car, John had retrieved his left hand and now he had two hands, he was working on Vicky's blouse, he unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse, Vicky was looking over at the other driver, he would now be able to see what John was doing now that John was fiddling about in her blouse but the man wasn't looking in their direction. John had exposed the breast covers on the basque his wife was wearing, he untied the string that gathered the thin material covering her breasts and loosened it's control, the thin material was now more like a flap with a drawstring than bra cups, the basque was designed for that flap to be gathered up and stored between the shelf and the breasts so that the woman could show off more of her body if she was feeling extra sexy.

John stood up, just as the other man left his car, he called over, "I'm sorry, we're not open yet...delays in getting our fixtures and fittings sorted out!"

John said, "I know, I've been talking to Jason, I think he's trying to sort things out now!"

Vicky saw the man look over to where Jason was still arguing with the workman, "Sorry, I'd better sort this out, Jason doesn't deal with workmen very well!"

The man was off at a run across the newly seeded lawn with signs warning people to keep off the grass, the man obviously didn't think he had time to run around the path.

John refastened the two buttons that he had opened to work on transforming the front of Vicky's basque into a show-off basque.

John finally jumped into the driving seat, he checked his watch, "As we have so much time, and we didn't actually finish our coffee, how do you feel about me whizzing around the ring road to the other side of town...the burger van in the trucker's overnight lay-by sells great coffee...we could just have a few more minutes of showing you off before your interview."

"Won't the lay-by be full of greasy truckers?"

John said, "It shouldn't be, should be just a few business men stopping off for a pee in the bushes and a coffee on their way from Cambridge to Birmingham, the truckers who stopped overnight should all be on their way by now!"

John pushed the car to the speed limit, he passed the turn off leading to Fletcher's office at fifty miles an hour and in just five minutes he had looped the town to the lay-by, John was wrong, there were three trucks in the lay-by as well as four executive business men's cars.

John parked and encouraged Vicky to step out of the car with him, he had parked at the end of the lay-by, just in front of the last lorry in the line, so he and Vicky had over a hundred yards to walk in full view of five men standing at the burger van as well as the unseen eyes inside the parked vehicles.

John offered Vicky the crook of his right arm again so that she could link her left arm in his as they walked past the front of the first lorry, the driver was hanging out of his window and he gave Vicky a wolf-whistle as she approached his window. John changed direction and he pulled Vicky over to the driver's door, the driver suddenly looked very worried, he thought that John had taken exception at the driver whistling at his wife.

John looked at the door of the truck, it was an English company, registered in Birmingham but the trailer on the back was Spanish, it had a vinyl wrap design showing colourful fruit and vegetables. John smiled up at the driver but the driver didn't see that, he was far too engrossed in looking at the way that Vicky was dressed and now that there was only the thinnest covering of Indian cotton over her breasts, they were almost totally on display, she may as well have not been wearing the blouse for all the good it did hiding her body.

John said, "How come you're pulling a Spanish load mate?"

The driver's eyes didn't flicker away from Vicky's tits, "The Spanish drivers haul the load up to Cherbourg, the ferry workers load the trailers onto the ship and the Spanish drivers haul a load of car parts back to Madrid. I picked this load up from Dover at four o'clock this morning...I could drive for another ten minutes but this is the closest lay-by to my enforced break!"

John nodded his head, "So, you're on a mandatory forty-five minute break then!"

Vicky tuned the conversation out, she was a lot more relaxed at having the stranger looking at her exposed tits than she ever thought that she would be, mainly, she thought, because John was there with her, John would stop things going beyond Vicky's comfort zone.

Vicky was now looking at the driver with different eyes, he looked far too young to be driving an eighteen wheeler, he was wearing a white T-shirt that looked dirty...no, not dirty, he looked hot, sweaty, there were beads of sweat on his forehead and at the sides of his nose, he looked uncomfortable but at least looking at Vicky's tits was making him happy.

Vicky tuned the conversation back in just as the trucker was saying, "...the bloody air conditioning compressor ceased up on the way down to Dover, all this bloody glass, it's like driving a bloody greenhouse and the only way I can cool down is to hang my head out of the window as I'm driving along like a bloody dog."

John laughed at that comment, "I can just imagine that, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you're doing sixty three miles an hour on the dual carriageway!"

Vicky heard the truck driver say under his breath, "My tongue is definitely lolling out of my mouth looking at her mate!"

John must have heard the comment as much as Vicky had done but John ignored it...or did he, "Why don't I buy you a coffee at the burger van mate, it'll at least be a little cooler out of that cab!"

John didn't wait for the answer, he was already guiding Vicky towards the five men standing by the serving hatch in the side wall of the van. All five men were watching every step that John and Vicky were taking on their route from John's car to the burger van.

All of the men at the burger van were standing under a small gazebo that had been erected to keep the sun off of the serving hatch, they were all keeping out of the sun but it meant that there was quite a crush under the small shelter, even more of a crush when Vicky and John stepped under as well, John ordered three coffees, he handed one to Vicky and another to the truck driver that they had been talking to. Vicky was being jostled and prodded by the five men, she was being flirted with more than she had ever been flirted with in her life before and she took it all in her stride.

Vicky would never have sought the attention of so many men, would never have welcomed their flirtations, their rude comments, their, seemingly innocent, secretive touches. After a few minutes one of the business men turned to the man standing next to him and whispered, do you think she'd come with me into the bushes and hold my python while I drain it?"

The comment had been intended to be private between the two men but Vicky heard it, John heard it and three other men laughed at his comment.

The man strode off to a gap in the bushes between two trucks, the area was obviously known for being a massive green toilet for people travelling on the trunk road. John pressed his lips against Vicky's ear and whispered, "Would you have offered to hold his cock for him while he peed?"

John had been careful to whisper at a level that only Vicky could hear, she giggled and shook her head, she would usually have punched John playfully if he had made a suggestion like that on any other day. Vicky didn't over react this time though, she just looked around at the men's faces that were all pointing in her direction, not only their bodies, another part of their anatomy was pointing in her direction too, in total, seven men had erections that were all pointing straight at Vicky, six customers and the man in the burger van.

John kissed Vicky on her ear and whispered again, a little louder this time, "Would you hold Paul's cock if he needed a pee?"

Vicky looked confused, "Paul, Paul who?"

John looked shocked, he gestured with his head towards the truck driver, John had obviously exchanged names while Vicky had tuned their conversation out earlier.

Vicky thought for a long moment, she looked from Paul's face to his crotch, he was hard, his cock pointing directly at her, she shrugged her shoulders...John smiled, at least she hadn't said no outright...the door was still ajar slightly.

There was a little jostling for position, two men had just turned up and they wanted food as well as a drink so Vicky was eased out from under the gazebo into the sun, she saw a quick whispered conversation between John and Paul and suddenly Paul turned and walked away, the man who had gone off for a pee had just returned to the group, he and Paul passed each other in the gap between the two parked trucks.

John pulled Vicky away from the burger van, "Paul's waiting in the woods, he won't touch you, he won't try anything on with you, all I want you to do is open his fly, pull his cock out of his trousers and hold it for him while he takes a pee!"

Vicky actually achieved her second orgasm just from John's request.

"I'm not trying to push you, if you don't want to, we can go to our car and drive away from here, Paul will wait in the woods for five minutes and then he'll look after his own peeing requirements."

John guided Vicky to another gap in the woods, slightly away from the burger van entrance and he guided her back to the spot where Paul was waiting with a stupid grin on her face.

John whispered, "I'm right here...it's all just a bit of fun...go on, help Paul out with his piss!"

Vicky dropped her hand from the crook of John's right arm and she walked the last few feet to Paul's side. She pulled his zipper down and slid her hand into his trousers, she tried a one handed release but his cock was too hard and too long to get out just through his open fly so Vicky popped the button on his waistband and opened his trousers wide, then she pulled the front of his under pants down and lifted his cock. Paul was actually too hard to piss so Vicky just stood there holding his cock in her hand.

John stepped closer, he kissed her ear and whispered, "He's too excited to piss, he needs to get rid of his boner first...would you give him a little wank?"

Vicky gripped Paul's cock tighter and started rubbing her hand back and forth along his cock. There was a crack of a branch being stepped on, one of the other customers from the burger van had become suspicious and had followed John and Vicky into the wood. Vicky froze on the spot, she caught sight of the new arrival out of the corner of her eye, she also caught a movement from John, he was holding his hand up to stop the other man coming closer.

Vicky relaxed when she realised that the new guy was happy to just stand there watching her and Paul playing in the wood.

Vicky continued massaging Paul's cock and John stepped up again, kissed her ear again, whispered again, "Can I show Paul your tits please?"

Vicky looked over at the man standing watching her masturbating Paul, "What about him?"

John didn't whisper this time, "He won't do anything that we don't want him to do!"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders again and returned her gaze to Paul's cock, she was building up quite a head of steam as she rubbed his cock faster, she could tell that Paul was getting close because he was straining, bending his knees, groaning in pleasure and as Vicky closed Paul in on his climax, John unbuttoned the front of Vicky's blouse and exposed her breasts to Paul and the other man. Paul was happy to just look at Vicky's tits as she wanked him.

There was another subtle movement from John that Vicky caught in her peripheral vision...John was beckoning the other man to come a little closer...Vicky saw John take the man's right hand, she saw her husband lift the hand and place it on her breast just as Paul fired off a salvo of trucker spunk all over the dirt floor.

John whispered, "Don't let go of Paul's cock, I still want you to help him to pee."

Paul had to concentrate to get a stream of piss flowing so soon after his climax, his cock was still full of spunk as the pee started to flow, the first three inches of the stream was heavy with spunk so it fell close to Paul's feet but once it was just urine, the flow went five feet away and as he pissed Vicky was moving his cock from side to side like a fire hose.

Vicky heard John telling the man fondling her tits with his right hand to open his fly and take his cock out, the man did it all with his left hand while still keeping contact with her right tit. John warned the man, "You can't fuck her...what I mean is, you can't actually put your cock in her pussy...okay?"

The stranger readily agreed and John lifted the back of Vicky's mini-skirt up for him, exposing her almost totally naked buttocks, just an eighth of an inch of elastic strung out over her arse up the line of her arse crack. The man's hands both slipped onto her bare hips, his wrists taking over the job of holding the back of her skirt up from John. Vicky felt the heat of his cock pressing into her buttocks, John had moved slightly, he was now slightly in front of his wife and to her right, John squatted down, he lifted the front of Vicky's skirt and had a close look at her thighs and pussy mound...nothing hidden from him by the skimpy knickers.

John looked up at her face, "Just open your legs a little, let him use your inner thighs to get himself off!"

Vicky parted her feet a few inches and felt the man's cock slip off of her buttocks and it popped into the valley between her thighs but he was a little too far away to sink his cock between her thighs. She was looking down at John's face and she spotted the man behind her give a two legged hop forward, his knees were bent and were now on the outside of Vicky's legs. As he hopped forward, he snapped another twig like a pistol crack...there was a second crck a second later, Vicky told herself that it was probably an echo but she knew that she was kidding herself, the second twig snapping was heralding another man was approaching them.

John waited until he saw the head of the man's cock peeping out in front of Vicky, then he took Vicky's right hand and placed it over the man's cockhead, he kissed her and then he whispered, "Now it is all up to you...you're in control."

Vicky looked over her shoulder nervously, she recognised the man behind her as the man that had asked his friend if he thought that Vicky would be interested in holding his cock for him while he had a piss. John blocked her view of the area further behind her as he walked out to meet the newly arriving man. Vicky heard a mumbled conversation from a few feet away between John and the next man approaching them.

The man behind her was making fucking movements into her, thrusting his cock in and out of her inner thighs but he was big enough that the head of his cock never left her hand as far as he pulled back before thrusting in again. His breath was becoming more rapid because of the effort he was putting in to the fucking as well as the pleasure he was getting from her hand and inner thighs...he started gasping and whispered in quite a loud voice, "Put my cock in your pussy...your husband told you that it was up to you now and I can feel your cunt drooling all over my cock...your body wants it!"

Vicky looked beyond the man again behind him to John and the new guy, John had heard the comment and was now looking over his shoulder at her and giving her a warm smile as he nodded his head at her.

Vicky used her left hand to pull the gusset of her knickers to one side, out of the way of her cunt, she looked into John's eyes again and she mouthed a silent, "Are you sure?"

John nodded his head again and he mouthed back, "Only if you want him to!"

Vicky loosened her grip of his cockhead and pressed her fingers into the underside of his cockhead, popping it into her cunt at an awkward angle, crashing hard against her clitoris, causing her to gasp out in pain. The man now fucking her leaned his upper body into her back and pulled her hips back harder into his abdomen, Vicky was forced to lean over more, altering the angle of his cock in relation to her cunt and his next thrust went three inches deep into her cunt. John was back at his wife's side, slightly in front of her again, he lifted the front of her skirt and he opened her thighs a little so that he could see the man's cock sinking into her cunt.

John gave her yet another warm grin and he let the front of her skirt fall back in place to cover the front of her body. He raised himself slightly so that his mouth was against her ear and he whispered, "Will you suck this other guy's cock for me darling or can he take a turn behind you after this one finishes off in you?"

Once again Vicky shrugged her shoulders, she didn't want to make any dissensions in case John wasn't really serious about what was happening, her reasoning was, if she remained non-committal and just let John do what he wanted to do with her, then, if John felt jealous later, he couldn't blame her for anything that happened...it was all down to him...well, apart from the moment that she had pressed his cock up into her cunt that was.

John stood all the way up and he told the waiting man to step up in front of Vicky, the man reached out to touch Vicky's tits but John stopped him, "Let Vicky set the pace..."

Vicky felt the man behind her reaching his end game in her cunt, he grunted and made five wild stabs of his hips as he filled her pussy. Vicky straightened her body up and stepped off of the man's cock, his final spurt hitting her buttocks as she stepped away from him, the back of her skirt falling down over her bum and splatting into the blob of spunk jelly that had been left on her bum cheeks.

Vicky let the man pull her face around over her shoulder and he kissed her and he thanked her for letting him fuck her.

Having the man kiss her in front of John was actually more embarrassing for Vicky than it had been letting him fuck her from behind...after all, that form of sex was far more impersonal than a kiss on the lips...in Vicky's sex addled brain.

She looked nervously at John, he smiled back at her again and then he gestured with his head towards the third man wanting to be with Vicky that day. She looked at the man and gave him a sweet smile, he returned her smile and then he looked from her tits to his cock pressing against the front of his jogging trousers and Vicky suddenly realised that he wasn't a customer at the burger van, he was the owner of the van.

Vicky stepped in closer, she reached down for his hands and she placed both of his hands on her breasts, then she had another thought and closed in a little more, she pressed her lips against his and kissed him, her eyes weren't closed, she was looking sideways at John, he stepped in closer and he placed Vicky's hand on the waistband of the burger man's jogging trousers, Vicky pushed the front of his trousers down revealing his cock.

Vicky couldn't believe what she was feeling, she pulled her lips off of his and she stepped away a half pace away from him to look down at his cock. After playing with two cocks that were above average and one that was definitely on the monster side of the cock scale, Vicky was suddenly confronted with a cock that was more like a school boy's cock than a man's fully grown one. His cock was about the thickness of two of John's fingers and the same length as the two fingers that John had pushed into her mouth earlier when they were covered with Jason's pre-cum.

Vicky couldn't possibly have any fears about sucking this man's cock, he wouldn't cause her any issues on the deep throat front so she just dropped into a squat in front of him and as she took his cock into her mouth, she was looking up at John, he had a look of immense pride on his face as he watched her sucking on the man's little fish.

Because of the way that Vicky was now squatting, her tits were way out of the man's reach. John squatted down at her side again, "He can't play with your tits in this position, lift up a little!"

John helped Vichy into an almost standing position, her legs totally straight and her upper body bent over at ninety degrees and as soon as she was settled in that position, the man she was sucking began to play with both of her breasts again.

John got behind Vicky, he lifted the back of her skirt and folded it over her lower back. He kicked her between her ankles gently to make her open her legs a little more and he eased two fingers into her cunt from behind, dredging out a great lump of semen from deep inside her body. He pulled the fingers out and started massaging the semen over her anal muscle.

John said, "Vicky darling...you know how often I've tried to fuck you up your bum and it has always been too painful for you?"

Vicky nodded her head without letting the little cock drop from her mouth.

"Well, can our friend here try to open you up for me if I get you well lubricated first?"

Vicky thought about it for a moment, the burger man had the smallest, thinnest cock that she had ever seen, even the boys that she had seen at school when she was younger had bigger cocks than him, she gave it serious thought before nodding her head again and John dredged another finger full of spunk from her cunt and started to ease the tip of his finger up her bum. He managed to get two knuckles of one finger up her bum and a gallon of spunk, without causing her any pain and then without saying a word to her but after giving the man a non verbal warning, he spun Vicky around in a second and the guy's cock was up her bum in an instant. He was fucking her arse like the energiser bunny he was going so fast. His entry was painful even though John had spent time getting her ready, the pain went away just a few moments after he started and Vicky settled in to getting her arse fucked for the first time in her life.

It took the man ten minutes to cum up her bum and drop away, John stepped in and eased his own cock into his wife's anus, just to prove to her that now she had been opened up by the small cock, she'd easily be able to take John's cock the next time he wanted to fuck her up her bum hole.

John and Vicky stood alone for five minutes looking seriously at each other before John burst out laughing, he kissed her on her lips, "It's a good job that you put the hard gloss on your lips or you'd be making your face up all over again after all that action."

Vicky was laughing as well, "I can't go to an interview with all this spunk dribbling out of my body!"

"Don't be silly darling, you're totally ready for your interview at Fletcher's office now, totally relaxed and chilled out by all the wonderful sex!"

John fortunately had a pack of travel tissues in his pocket and he used every one of them to clean his wife's lower body up. Vicky had moved the gusset of her knickers out of the way before she let the guy fuck her in her pussy and they had stayed out of the way throughout all the sex, even the two bouts of very messy anal sex or she would have had to go into her interview without any knickers on at all.

They walked back to the lay-by, the trucks were all gone now and all that was left were business men breaking their journey and the man with the small cock who was serving coffee and bacon sandwiches, he gave Vicky a cheery wave as she followed John to their car.

John pulled out of the car park and continued around the town's bypass road, taking the next left turn into town. He drove straight through the middle of town and out on the road to the business park, pulling into the car park of Fletcher Marketing by Design two minutes before Vicky's interview time.

John stopped just inside the car park, "Which room do they interview you in?"

Vicky pointed to the window of the office to the right of the reception area, "That window."

John smiled at her, "And they've left that parking space in front of the window free for me to keep an eye on you!"

Vicky returned his grin.

"Now, don't forget, your name is Sarah and you're looking for part time work over the summer holidays...maybe some evenings and weekend work after the summer holidays. Don't tell them how old you are, they aren't allowed to ask your age, if you're married or not, your sexual inclinations or if you have children so don't volunteer any of that information and just have fun...it isn't like you're desperate for a job with those sleaze balls!"

Vicky slipped out of the car and stood at the side for a moment, muscle memory had taken over her bottom, she was remembering the feeling of having first the small cock opening her bottom up and then John's much larger cock following that cock up her bum after her first ever anal fucking. It felt to her like she still had a cock up her bum as she walked along, her hips were swishing from side to side, if she had still got something up her bum the end would have been swishing from side to side like a cat's tail.

She walked into the reception and over to the desk, slipping her interview invitation under the nose of the receptionist. There wasn't any looking up again, the receptionist just read the details, name and interview time and then she said, "We've had two cancellations this morning so they're waiting for you."

She picked up the phone dialled a number and said, "Sarah Clarke's here!"

Sarah was handed her letter back and the receptionist went back to her magazine.

Tom Fletcher walked out of the interview room, he almost ran across the reception area, his right hand outstretched and his eyes out on stalks as he saw how much of Vicky's tits were on display. Vicky was less covered up than the girls she had classed as party girls just two days earlier.

Tom dropped Vicky's hand and he reached behind her back to guide her into the interview room, his right hand wasn't on her shoulder the way it had been on the other party girls on Monday, his arm was lower down and his fingers were under her arm, as he guided her into the interview room, he was gently stroking up and down over her ribs, closing in on her right breast...he was just testing how far Sarah Clark would let him go before she pushed his hand away. As he eased Vicky into the interview room, his hand was actually touching the side of her breast.

Alan jumped up out of the middle seat and he offered Vicky his hand to shake, "Thanks for coming in today Sarah...did you bring your bikini photograph in for us today?"

That took her by surprise, there was no mention of a bikini photograph in the letter. Vicky looked to the window, she could see that John was holding a paper in front of him as if he was innocently reading a newspaper but she could see that his eyes were definitely on her through the office window.

"Erm, I didn't realise that you needed a bikini photograph sorry!"

Alan looked at Glen, "My brother was supposed to have rung around all of today's interviewees to tell them that we have a job in the next few weeks that needs girls in bikinis and he had asked that they bring in bikini photographs so we can see what you look like in a bikini."

Vicky thought, 'That would explain why two girls had failed to show up...probably didn't like the idea of bikini work.'

Alan took the seat on the left and Tom settled into the middle seat. Once again, Glen and Alan took turns in asking the questions while Tom was using body language to silently persuade Vicky to part her knees for them. Vicky left it a few moments before she opened her knees, she looked over at the window, John was giving her the thumbs up sign as the three men in the room all made big ticks on their notepads.

Once Vicky had parted her knees and was showing off her goodies, she stopped just turning her head towards the man asking the questions and started to swivel her seat so when Glen asked her a question, she turned her seat to the left so that her parted knees were pointing straight at Glen and when Alan asked her a question, she turned her seat to the right to give Alan a perfect look up under her skirt.

Now that Tom's body language had been successful, he started chipping in with questions of his own. There was a lot of flirting, a lot of suggestive comments, a lot of double entendres and Vicky was lapping it all up. They were now at forty minutes and the interview was nowhere close to ending.

Tom stepped in with a question, "If you were working for one of our customers and one of his guests got a little handy...you know what I mean..." Tom nodded his head towards Vicky's parted knees to emphasise that his question was definitely on a sexual level. "...how would you handle it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, would you be reporting things to the police...report the guy to us or our customer...how would you act?"

Vicky knew that her usual reaction would be to call in the police but she looked out of the window for inspiration before shrugging her shoulders, "I guess it depends on what happened, who the guy was, if he was handsome or not. I might do nothing, I might slap his face but there would be no point in over reacting...would there?"

Tom Fletcher suddenly perked up even more and he wanted to field the next question too, "Sarah, do you have any bikini pictures of yourself at home...could you email one through to us to show our customer?"

"No, I'm sorry but the only pictures of me at the beach were taken when I was five years old, I think they'd be classed as illegal these days!"

There was a mumbled conversation between the three men and then Alan spoke for the three of them, "We have a bikini here and could snap a quick picture of you on our mobile phones...don't get the wrong impression, we're all willing to go out into reception while you get changed, I'll pop in and snap a quick photograph of you and then leave the room again while you get dressed again...what do you think?"

Vicky looked from one hopeful face to the next, all three men were wishing that Vicky would change into the bikini and then allow all three men to come in to look at her in the bikini while the photograph was taken. Vicky looked out of the window at John, "Why do you guys have to leave the room, I'm not shy, I'll change into the bikini with you all in the room..."

Glen Fletcher moved to the side of the room and came back with a micro bikini and he handed it to Vicky.

Vicky held the bikini up to the window to see it in the good light as well as to show it to John. She saw him grin at her before she said, "This probably wouldn't fit me...I could just strip off, let you take my photograph to send to your customer to see if he likes me but if he wants me to work in a bikini, the top has to be thirty-eight, 'C' cup and the bottoms need to be thirty four!"

All three men were nodding their heads and salivating like Pavlov's dogs at bell ringing time.

Vicky stood up and walked over to the window, she did a slow strip to music in her head, it didn't take long to be totally naked. She had faced the window to remove her thong so that John got the best view of her naked body and the three men lined up behind her. All three men took photographs of Vicky as she turned in front of them and the window.

Vicky picked her basque up and was about to step into it when Tom Fletcher walked over to her and rubbed his left hand over her right breast, Vicky turned away from him, not to stop the touching her but to turn to face her husband, she mouthed, "How far?" in his direction.

John gave her a smile, he added in a double thumbs up sign and then he mouthed, "All the way" at her.

Tom Fletcher shuffled in to her side again but this time from behind. He reached out for her left breast this time with his left hand and began to fondle her tit. Alan stepped up to Vicky's right hand side, his right hand reaching out for her but he wasn't looking at her tits, he was looking down at her arse, he stroked his left hand down over the small of her back and onto her buttocks, he used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to part her bum cheeks as he tried to look at her anal muscle to see how loose it was.

Alan let go of her right breast and pulled her face to the right to kiss her but as soon as the kiss was over, Vicky turned her head straight back to face John and she winked at him and he blew her a kiss back. Alan said, "Have you ever had anal sex Sarah?"

Vicky nodded her head.

Glen let her cheeks close but he didn't remove his index finger, he just started stroking his finger up and down inside her crack, searching out her anal muscle as he said, "How many men have put their cocks up your bum Sarah?"

Vicky looked at John again and lifted her hand, Glen had just inserted the tip of his index finger into her anus and she reached out to press her hand against the glass as she winced at the pain of his finger entering her back passage and she said, "Only two so far!"

Vicky parted her legs wide to try to reduce the pain caused by the pressure of Glen's finger forcing her open...she also knew that with her legs wide open, John would get a perfect view of what Glen was doing to her.

Glen started to nuzzle into her neck and as he bit her gently he whispered, "Have you ever done a three way tie?"

Vicky looked at his face and she shrugged her shoulders, "I have no idea what a three way tie could be?"

Glen grinned a stupid grin and then he said, "One cock in your cunt...one cock up your arse and the third in your mouth!"

Vicky looked out at John again, she shook her head, "No, I've never tried three men at the same time like that!"

Alan was now behind her, he turned Vicky to face him, she was a little reluctant to turn her back on her husband but at least he got a better look at what Glen was doing to her, Glen was now on his knees at her side and he was using both hands to open her back passage up, he was using a ton of spittle on his fingers to lubricate them and he was forcing both of his index fingers into her anal opening, pulling his hands apart to stretch her first anal muscle a little wider.

Alan was totally naked, he kissed her and pressed his erection against her abdomen before bending his knees a little to lower his cockhead to press against her pubic mound. Vicky saw Tom stripping off in the middle of the room as Alan broke his kiss with her, "Would you like to try a three way with us here today Sarah?"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders again, "I suppose so...but if I ask you to stop, you'll just have to do me one at a time in the missionary position...okay?"

Alan agreed and he stepped away from her, standing to Tom's right so that Vicky could compare both men's cocks...Vicky suddenly saw a problem, she didn't like giving oral, she had willingly given oral sex to the burger van man earlier because he had the cock of a little boy so he didn't worry her that he might injure her throat but both Tom and Alan had cocks that were equal in length to her husband's cock...if not a little longer but both men had very thin cocks. Vicky could hear Glen undressing behind her and when he stepped into the line to Alan's right, Vicky saw her problem worsen because, Glen's cock was an inch longer than his brothers and fatter than both of his brother's cocks put together.

Vicky had a conundrum to figure out, two cocks in her lower body at the same time, one up her newly opened arse hole and one in her cunt...she really needed the two thinnest cocks down there but she really didn't want to suck on Glen's massive cock...her sensible inner voice said, 'Alan's already agreed to stop if you ask them to and do you missionary one after the other...so there's no problem really, is there...just take Tom up your bum because he has the thinnest cock, Alan in your cunt, his cock will feel nice in there and Glen in your mouth...just make sure that you keep a tight old of his cock with your fist to stop him pushing in too hard!"

So, Vicky had a plan worked out with her sensible inner voice, she pointed to Tom and patted her bottom, then she pointed to Alan and patted her fingers against her pussy mound and finally, she pointed at Glen and tapped her fingers against her lip.

Tom said, "Right then!" and he moved to the middle of the room and picked up the low table from between the seats, he placed it lengthways on in the pool of light streaming through the window, it was obvious to him that Sarah liked to perform in the spotlight provided by the bright sunshine streaming through the office window. Tom sat on the end of the table facing the window and he gestured for Vicky to join him, she was turned so that her back was to him and Tom leaned in to kiss her bottom, he spread her buttocks and licked all over her anal muscle, spitting as much thick phlegm as he could into her little brown eye as Alan and Glen stood massaging her breasts, then Tom pulled Vicky down onto his lap, aiming his cock carefully at her anus, she gasped in pain as he entered her but there was no messing about, Tom had her impaled fully on his cock in one swift movement...the pain was only fleeting and as Alan pushed against her breasts to lay her back on top of Ton's chest the pain totally disappeared.

Alan parted Vicky's knees and slipped in between her thighs, his cock sunk into her body without any issues because her cunt was dripping wet. Glen knelt at the side of Tom's head, Vicky was already climaxing as Glen moved in on her, he tirned her face to the right and inserted his cock in her mouth, she had her fist wrapped around his cock about four inches from his cockhead. It was straining Vicky's jaw to open her mouth wide enough to take the three inches of Glen's cock in her mouth. Alan was the only one of them that was actually fucking, as he thrust into Vicky's cunt, he pushed her up Tom's body, easing Tom's cock out of her anus an inch and when Alan pulled back, Vicky slid down Tom's body and his cock sank back into her bum hole and with each rotation, Glen's cock just slipped in and out of her mouth a fraction of an inch.

Vicky couldn't see her husband but she just knew that he would be watching the action intently.

Tom said, "It's my turn now!"

That confused Vicky a little but Tom pushed his hands into the small of Vicky's back, he said, "Just relax Sarah, you'll like this...I promise you!"

That comment also confused Vicky until Alan stopped fucking her, he just lay still with his cock buried as deeply as he could get it in her cunt and Tom started fucking Vicky from behind. She had no idea how he could manage that trick with the weight of two people pressing down on top of him but the orgasm he gave Vicky was totally mind blowing, Vicky had to stop sucking Glen's cock because she was gasping for so much air to fill her lungs, her head fell back over Tom's shoulders, her back still arched by Tom's hands in the small of her back.

Vicky's mouth was wide open gulping at the air, she'd even let go of Glen's cock with her hand now, her head tilting further back than nature intended it to.

Glen said, "Right, my turn now!"

Vicky thought that Glen was telling her to return to sucking duties and she started to lift her head but Glen was suddenly at the end of the table, pulling her head back down, he fed his cock into her mouth before she could say anything or even lift her hand to capture the excess length of his cock and suddenly there was no excess cock to grab a hold of, his balls were slapping against her forehead.

Tom and Alan had now stopped moving and the movement was all driven by Glen as he fucked his cock deep into Vicky's throat...now it was Glen's movement that was rocking Vicky's body making Tom and Alan's cocks slip in and out of her other two holes, just slight movements but enough to drive Victoria through yet another massive orgasm even though she was fighting to breathe past Glen's cock in her throat.

The phone buzzed and the receptionist's voice crackled out of the speaker, "Dawn Porter is hear, she's your twelve thirty but is a little early!"

The voice was like a trigger for the three men, Glen fired off deep into Vicky's throat first, closely followed by Tom in her bum and Alan in her pussy. And Vicky's exciting day came to an end. Today was a very different outcome to Monday and all because she let her husband guide her and encourage her to have fun without worrying about the outcome.

Vicky didn't bother with her basque or knickers, she just pulled her very thin blouse on and her red leather mini-skirt, she put her knickers into her handbag and folded her basque into as small a package as she could so that she could carry it out behind her handbag.

Glen was dressed and guiding Vicky out of his office while Tom and Alan finished getting dressed.

Vicky stopped dead in her tracks as she left the office, Dawn Porter was lying about her name and age, like Vicky was, Dawn was actually Vicky's sixteen year old daughter sitting on one of the seats out in reception and clutching a photograph of herself dressed in a bikini. Dawn was using her cousin's name, her cousin Dawn Porter was nineteen years old and had lent the younger Dawn her birth certificate so that Dawn could get a job that she knew that she was far too young for.

Vicky couldn't speak, her voice was far too croaky, she just grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her out of the reception's office, Vicky croaked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

John suddenly appeared at their side. "What are you doing here Dawn?"

"My boyfriend told me that his dad was looking for girls to work at parties and his did doesn't care how old the girls are, just so long as they have a birth certificate that shows they are over eighteen!"

Vicky croaked, "Who's your boyfriend's father...hell, who's your boyfriend?"

Dawn jutted her chin out in defiance, "My boyfriend is John Whitehead and he's Glen Fletcher's son...I know, John's illegitimate but I like him and he loves me, he's the only boy that's ever treated me like a woman!"

John said, "Dawn darling...you must realise that this company is just a glorified brothel, they're looking for young girls like you to sell their bodies for money! If you want some sweaty old man humping into you for twenty quid an hour...then go ahead and have your interview!"

Dawn stamped her feet and stomped off, calling back over her shoulder, "I'm going back to school!"

Vicky and John got in his car, he kissed her and thanked her for putting on the show for him, they were still kissing and John was playing in Alan's spunk in Vicky's cunt as Dawn came sneaking back to reception, thinking that her parents were long gone but they were still sitting there in John's car looking through the office window as Dawn walked in and shook the three men's hands. Glen leaned in and he kissed Dawn on her lips as he told his brothers that Dawn was only sixteen years old and was actually the girlfriend of one of his bastard sons but she did have proof that she was over eighteen if she was suitable.

John started his engine, Vicky looked at him just as Tom was kissing Dawn on her lips and Alan was lining up for his kiss next. "You can't leave her there!"

"Darling, she's sixteen and short of locking her in her bedroom for the next ten years, if she wants to have sex...she can!"

Then John flashed his main beam headlights on three times, Dawn looked at the window, told the three men that it was her father's car and he could see them kissing her so Dawn was ejected out of the office quick-smart.

Dawn was told to get into the back of the car and the three of them drove home together!

John had expected Vicky to run to their bedroom as soon as they got home and change into her 'Normal' conservative clothes, her day of madness over, the first time Vicky had let John guide her through the kind of life that he would love to be their new way of living. John took Dawn into the living room for a quiet talk with her about the first...faltering steps that she was taking in her sex life. Dawn admitted that she had been sexually active with a few boys at school for a year already.

As John and Dawn were talking John kept going silent and cocking an ear in the direction of the ceiling and his bedroom beyond, eventually Dawn said, "What's wrong dad?"

He looked back at her, "Can you hear that?"

Dawn fell silent and she looked at the light fitting in the middle of the ceiling, "I can't hear anything dad!"

"No, neither can I...but I should be able to hear something, I was expecting your mother to get changed as soon as we got home."

Dawn said, "Sounds like she's in the bathroom to me!"

John nodded his head...his wife had been very sexually active on the warmest day of the year...of course she'd need a shower to get rid of the smell of sex with so many men. John did a quick check of his diary, he started on the first of January, there was a smiley face below the literal, 'Pick kids up from Luton!' John remembered back to the start of the year, their kids had gone to Victoria's parents for a New Year's Eve party, John had fucked Vicky long and hard all night and half the morning too, he had dressed her up as if she were a cheap whore for his pleasure, he had left her in the living room, dripping with spunk and almost asleep, her whore outfit torn and tattered. Forty minutes later when he returned home with their three children, he found Vicky wearing a long dress with a polo neck top under it to cover the bite marks that John had left all over her neck and collarbones.

He flicked through the five weeks of January without another smiley face, he transitioned into February, on the fourteenth of February there was a note with 'Dawn and Peter to the farm for sleepover...Sarah to Elle Green's house all night!' John remembered that night too, he took Vicky out for a meal to celebrate St. Valentine's Day, he had spent an hour trying to talk his wife into letting him dress her for the visit to the best restaurant in town, she eventually acceded to allowing him to pick out her underwear but the outer clothing she picked for herself...Vicky had chosen a long black dress that had a high neckline and reached her feet, so there wasn't an inch of skin on display below her chin. Once they got home though, it was a different matter, Vicky had allowed John to remove her long black dress and put her in a silk camisole top and mini skirt and they had fucked several times during the long February night but early on the fifteenth, when John's father drove Dawn and Peter home, Vicky was back to her usual conservative dress.

John flicked through the five weeks of March, there was an entry on the twentieth of March that had the kids going to Luton for the night but that entry was crossed out and a frowney face rather than a smiley one, John remembered that day, Vicky's mum was taken ill suddenly and had to cancel the sleepover that night. There was one more smiley face on April and now it was late May so in almost six months, John and Vicky had only had three sex sessions and then John remembered his day with Vicky...for the first time ever, she had allowed John to dress her for an outing, he had played her like a concert violinist might play a Stradivarius Violin...and as John had expected, once he got his wife out and about dressed like a whore, the men paying her attention, the men flirting with her...even the men that just gave her a second look in passing had done all the work in loosening her up. John was drawing three smiley faces on the entry that said, 'Take Vicky to her interview!'

John tapped the pen against his lips, was three smiley faces fair after the day they'd had, there was the opening salvo with Jason on 'The Fanta sea ', Vicky had let John part her legs so that Jason got a good look at her knickers and stocking tops and the fact that Vicky had actually taken Jason's cock in her hand with very little encouragement and more, much more...Vicky was actually aiming Jason's cock towards her honey-pot with absolutely no further enticement from John. So that definitely warranted a smiley face.

Then John ran through the time at the truck stop, Vicky had allowed John to parade her up and down in front of seven men, that had been worthy of a smiley face on its own but then Vicky allowed John to talk her into going even further...he looked up at the ceiling again, dragged from his pleasant memories by the sound of Vicky in the bedroom above him.

John shrugged his shoulder, he thought, 'Oh well, the day had to come to an end eventually!'

John went back to the walk in the bushes to meet a truck driver, John had given his wife total freedom to do anything that she wanted to do, anything at all, have fun with the willing trucker or not, it was up to her and she hadn't disappointed him, he added a fourth smiley face to the diary entry. He smiled, Vicky had, for the first time in her life, actually volunteered to suck a cock...admittedly, the burger van man had such a small cock that she had no fear of it but then, in the office later, Vicky had deliberately picked the biggest cock of the three men to take in her mouth...okay, that man had abused the privilege, he had waited until Vicky was insensible through her orgasm to change positions on her and give her deep throat...John had loved watching that but after, he was worried that it may have set his wife's sex training back many years, he may not even get the little oral sex that he was used to getting in the past...Vicky could have been totally put off oral sex for ever. John added yet another smiley face just because of the three way sex and the deep throat. He tapped his pen against his lips again and thought, 'I wonder if there will be another smiley face in my diary during the rest of the year?'

John was just telling himself that there was still his birthday to come...he might..."Dad, are you listening to me?"

John looked over to Dawn, "Sorry darling, I was lost in thought for a moment!"

"I said...so, you're okay with me having a boyfriend...okay with me having sex?"

John nodded his head, "I'm okay with it just so long as you promise me that you'll use a condom every time...or, go on the pill...but preferably both, go on the pill and use a condom every time!"

Dawn smiled at him, "I'll talk to our doctor, get some kind of birth control...after I am safe, can I have my boyfriend sleep over with me here at the weekends?"

John was distracted by the sounds of footsteps leaving his bedroom and making for the stairs, John wondered just how conservatively Vicky would be dressed now, he looked back at Dawn, "So long as you agree to use a condom every time, he can stop over with you from this weekend!"

John almost kicked himself at the thought that his sixteen year old daughter was going to be having more sex than him, even with a condom, sex was always good sex!

The living room door opened, Vicky croaked, "I've looked everywhere for the throat lozenges, I thought that we still had half a bag of them in the bathroom cabinet!"

John shook his head for two reasons, the first was that he had no idea where the throat lozenges went but also it was shaking in disbelief, Vicky hadn't showered, she hadn't changed her clothes, she hadn't reverted to her old conservative self.

Dawn chirped up, "I think that Sarah used them all when she was singing at her school concert...she was popping them like sweeties all week!"

Vicky shook her head in disbelief, she would have expected Sarah to have told her that the throat lozenges had all gone so that they could be replaced...it was a small thing to expect from an eighteen year old...

John closed his diary, "Shall I nip to the chemists in town and pick some up for you darling?" John wasn't being altruistic in making his offer to drive all the way into town, he thought that the sooner Vicky got rid of the pain in her throat...the sooner she would forget about the pain that had caused it and consider taking his cock in her mouth again sooner than he could ever have hoped.

Vicky shook her head, "No need, they have some in at the village shop these days...catering for all the incomers in the new houses they're building around the village."

"I'll take a walk to the village shop for you then if you like!"

"No need, I'll go, I need to stretch out anyway after all the bending and squatting I've been doing today!"

John's heart skipped a beat, Vicky was still dressed like a whore and she was talking about walking through the village to the village shop...there was a sudden spark of doubt, 'She'll probably put a coat on, even though it's still really hot outside!' John suddenly came to a new thought, 'She might not put a coat on if I walk with her...my being there might just make her feel safe enough not to cover up.'

"I'll come for a walk with you darling."

"No need, I'll be okay on my own!"

John used his imagination to kick his own arse but then he burst into action, as Vicky was out in the hall putting her five inch heel shoes on again, John lifted her front door keys out of her handbag, Dawn gave him a strange look but John just put his finger to his lips and shushed her to stop her saying anything, he just whispered, "Remember Saturday night...I still have to get your mother on side to let John Whitehead stop over!"

Dawn grinned at her father, "It's only Thursday, I might have a new boyfriend by Saturday...especially when John Whitehead's father tells him that that I didn't deliver the goods for him and his brothers today!" Dawn punctuated her comment with a giggle!

Vicky returned to the living room to collect her handbag, John noted, 'still no coat on', he leaned forward in his seat and watched his wife walk all the way to the front door, 'still no coat...all she's wearing is, silk stockings and suspender belt, red leather mini-skirt and totally see through blouse and nothing else for her walk to the village shop and back!'

John jumped to his feet and watched as Vicky walked down the drive, she greeted their next door neighbor as she passed him, John checked his watch, it was rush hour, there would be quite a few people out and about around the village at this time of the day. John looked at Dawn and smiled, "Time to dash after your mother to give her this front door key that I've just spotted on the floor!"

Dawn shook her head, "You haven't thought this out daddy dear...why would you need to race after her with her front door key when we are both at home to open the door for her?"

John clicked his fingers, "Damned...you're right!"

"We could catch her up, tell her that we're going to the park or something...or that you were going to treat me to some sweets or something...I'm going to need condoms, boys don't like going into local shops to buy them!"

John smiled at her, "Get your shoes on!"

John and Dawn followed Vicky, a few hundred yards behind her. Dawn's phone rang, she was on her father's right and she held the phone to her left ear as she spoke, she said "Hi John."

Her father actually heard John Whitehead say, "Are you at home?"

Dawn looked over at her father, she smiled at him and then she said, "No, I'm walking to the village shop...was your dad and uncles really mad that I didn't hang around to play with them today?"

"No, not too mad, the girl before you let all three of them fuck her, one in each of her holes so they were really mellow about it...they did want to know why you let your father take you to the interview though?"

"He didn't take me, I walked on my own from school to their office...hey, what was the girl's name that let all three of them screw her at the same time?" Dawn's eyes flicked over to her father as she waited for the answer.

There was a pause before John Whitehead said, "My dad said her name was Sarah...Sarah Cooper or something he thinks!"

Dawn giggled, "Are you with your father now?"

"My dad's come over to my house, it's his day to sleep over with my mother so I won't get much sleep tonight...will I see you at school tomorrow?"

Dawn laughed again, "I'll see you at school but my dad has said that you can sleep over with me on Saturday but you have to wear a condom!"

John heard Dawn's boyfriend laugh over the phone, "I didn't wear one the last twenty times...why do I need to wear one on Saturday night?"

Dawn smiled awkwardly at her dad again, "Well, I hope that you'll be wearing more than one condom during the night and it's my dad's house, my dad's rules!"

There was the usual 'love you' comments between the two of them and John concentrated on Vicky again, there were now four men following her to the shop, she was talking to a fifth man, an old timer from the village that had lived there as long, if not longer than the Clarke family, the man hadn't flirted with Vicky before when he'd seen her out in her conservative clothes but today, even from a hundred yards away, John could hear him flirting, not only that, he could see that Vicky was lapping it all up.

Dawn's phone rang again, once again, Dawn lifted the phone to her left ear where her father could hear a little of the caller's conversation. Dawn had looked at her screen before accepting the call and the way she answered the call told John that she didn't know the person who was calling her, "Hello, Dawn Clarke!"

Her father heard, "Hi Dawn, I'm Tom Fletcher...we met fleetingly, earlier today, at my office...my brother tells me that your father is going to let you have his son sleep over with you on Saturday...do you think that your father would let your boyfriend take you out tonight?"

Dawn was trying to keep her head facing forward but her eyes were on her dad to see his reaction, "What do you mean take me out tonight?"

"You know, tell your dad that John has invited you to the cinema or something...even say that you have some homework to do with him...tell your dad anything to get out of the house for a few hours!"

"I don't think that my father would let me go out on a school night...let me ask him, see what he says...can I ring you back on this number in about five minutes?"

John heard the 'Errrrrrm, this phone is my brother Alan's phone but he'll pass you over to me if you call it! Tell your dad that you'll be back by nine o'clock at the very latest!"

Dawn did look at her father this time, "Erm Tom...am I going to meet John tonight or just you and Alan?"

Tom laughed, "Cards on the table darling, me and Alan want to double penetrate you...we had a three way with a girl just before you rushed in and then out of our office earlier today and we're both still on a sexual high from that...what do you say...John said that you'd be up for it!"

"Just let me talk to my dad, five minutes, I'll let you know one way or the other!"

Dawn stopped her father following her mother, "Dad, I know that you said condom or pill...preferably both but I'd really like to go to see Tom and Alan Fletcher tonight...I can get the morning after pill at school in the morning to cover me for the next few weeks!"

"Won't it be difficult to get that at school?"

"No, the school nurse has given me it twice before, she knows that I'm sexually active with a few boys at school...she keeps telling me to get on proper birth control but I'm always too embarrassed to see our doctor about it!"

John nodded his head, "If you really want to go, you can but you have be home no later than nine o'clock, one minute past nine and you'll be grounded for a month, no conjugal visits or anything, and remember, summer holidays start next week...not a great time to be grounded!"

Dawn called the last number on her incoming call list, "Hi...is that Alan or Tom?"

"Alan, that you Dawn darling?"

"Yes, my dad said that I can come out tonight if I'm home before nine o'clock, one minute past nine and I'm in a heap of shit!"

"Good girl...is there a safe place that we can pick you up in your village without you being spotted by nosy neighbours?"

Dawn looked at her father, he pointed to his chest and then he held his hands as if he was driving a car.

Dawn nodded her head, "It's okay, I can get a lift, where do you want me to come?"

"You may as well come to our office, it'll be totally empty in an hour."

"What about a bed?"

John heard Alan laugh, "We don't need a bed, we can have plenty of fun on an office desk...a coffee table or even the carpet!"

Dawn gave her father an awkward grin and closed the call to Alan.

John spotted Vicky step out of the shop, he saw her pop a throat lozenge in her mouth and one of the men that had been following her to the shop came up behind her, John saw the man's hand pat Vicky's bum and Vicky turned to face him, John saw Vicky smile at the man who had just touched her up.

John didn't know the man, he must have been one of the newcomers in the village from the new houses that had been built recently, John realised that the man must have got off the bus and had followed Vicky because the shop was on the way to the new houses, the guy had hung around just out of sight, probably down the side of the shop and as Vicky came out of the shop he had come up behind her.

John saw the fleeting conversation between his wife and the stranger and Vicky shrugged her shoulders, John could tell from the body language that the stranger was using, that he was almost begging Vicky to go with him, Vicky nodded her head and turned fully to walk in the opposite direction to home, his left arm came up and across her back and his hand slipped under Vicky's armpit as he started guiding her towards the new estate. Then John noticed something unusual at the end of the road, the three other men that had been following Vicky to the shops all seemed to be waiting at the entrance to the new estate, all three of them looked on edge as Vicky and the fourth man had spoken but they all looked relieved when they saw that the man had caught his fish and was about to land her.

John saw the three men slapping each other on their backs, in a congratulatory way, and the three of them walked into the estate together. Vicky was now walking away from John but she didn't know that she didn't have her front door key and now John had agreed to take Dawn to a fuck-fest at Fletcher's office.

John told Dawn to go back home, "Have a quick shower and get ready, I'll just get your mother's key to her and be home in about five minutes...well, ten to fifteen tops!"

John could have shouted out to his wife to stop her but he was intrigued by the scene that was about to play out.

John followed at a discrete distance but he was gaining on his wife all the time. John saw the house that the stranger took her too, there was loud music and subdued lighting, he saw that the three men he'd seen slapping each other's backs were in the living room before one of them closed the curtains. The door wasn't locked, the man with Vicky just turned the door handle and popped the door open before pushing Vicky in ahead of him.

John sized the house up, it was one of the biggest of the new build houses called Kendle Hall...all of the new houses had names of important tourist locations around the UK, it was on the market for just short of a million pounds when it was first offered for sale, the write up about the house said that it had four double bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms, the blurb has hinted that the house would be suitable for a large family of four professionals to share.

John realised that he should have stopped his wife out on the street when there was only one man to deal with if things turned nasty.

'Well, I've got to give her the key...so, here goes!'

John knocked on the front door. A man opened the door wearing just trousers, "Can I help you mate?"

John smiled at the man just as Vicky let out a giggle in the living room, "I'm John Clarke, I think my wife's here, she forgot her front door key and I'm about to go out"

The man looked worried, he leaned away from John, "Hey guys, there's a man here, says he's Vicky's husband and he has her front door key because he's going out!"

All the laughter and horseplay stopped dead, even the music was turned off, John heard some one say, "You can't go to the door dressed like that!"

Vicky suddenly appeared in the hallway, she was naked but for her stockings and suspender belt, "Everything okay darling?"

John nodded his head and he handed her the key, "I'm taking Dawn out to meet her boyfriend and don't know how long I'll be gone!"

Vicky looked towards the front door, four nervous faces looking around the edge of the door and then she looked back at John, "Is everything okay darling?"

John smiled and nodded his head, "Sure, have fun!"

Vicky looked at the living room again and stopped John as he was walking down the path towards the road, "I might be home very late, we're going to make a party of it!"

John turned and smiled again, "Have fun, take all night if you like...I'll see you tomorrow sometime"

Vicky closed the front door and he heard Vicky say, "Right you guys, who wants which hole first but pace yourselves, we have all night!"

John had been hard almost all day watching his wife perform and now that she was having a sex party with four...twenty something...up and coming professional types. John's cock was even harder now, it felt like he was doing a three legged walking race. When he reached the shop, a car pulled up next to him, the driver wound his window down, "Excuse me mate, any idea where this place is?"

He turned his phone to John, the screen had a text message on it, 'Come one...come all, orgy at Kendle Hall...needy woman wants all the cock she can get!'

John laughed, "Seems like someone's going to be a lucky girl tonight mate!"

The driver laughed, "Well, she's already started with the four guys that live there, then there's me and Ken here now and at least four other men on their way..."

John said, "Wow, sounds like she's going to be a very sore girl by the end of the party!"

The driver laughed even louder, "I'll bet she doesn't ask for another orgy with the 'Come one come all' tag after tonight...anyway, any idea where this house is?"

"Oh, sorry...yes...keep going straight along here, go down the driveway opposite the end of this road and you'll find Kendle Hall is the larger of the three houses on that driveway but there isn't much parking on the driveway, probably better keeping your car out on the main road and walking down the drive!"

"Thanks mate...better crack on before she gets bored and sods off home to her husband!"

John waved good bye to them as they followed his directions.

John wondered if Vicky had known that the four young men had sent out the orgy invitation, if the driver he had just spoken to was right, Vicky could be facing ten men very soon...John realised that he couldn't blame Vicky at all for tonight, he had been encouraging her to dress like a whore for him as often as he could since the day that they married, he had also been encouraging her to let him make wilder and wilder love to her, playing games, biting her, ripping her clothes...training her up to enjoy the wilder side of sex and today, all of the cogs meshed together, all of the tumblers of her inner lock had fallen into place and her sexuality and sexual potential had been unlocked...now, John had to see if this was a one day wonder or if Vicky really had turned a corner in her sex life.

John was now almost at a run, he was about to do for Dawn at sixteen, what he'd been trying to encourage his wife into for eighteen years and John was really excited by the thought."

John saw two cars entering the village, they were moving fast, almost racing each other, he saw them stop close to Kendle Hall but out on the main road, close to the care that had stopped to ask him directions.

When John got home, Dawn was sitting patiently on the sofa, she was wearing a white summer dress, almost knee length, her hair was brushed neatly and an Alice band held her fringe off of her face, she was also wearing makeup, delicate shades...not Dawn's usual pallet, she had raided her mother's make up box. Dawn jumped to her feet as soon as John walked in. he said, "You ready darling?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically.

He took a hold of her hands and held her at arm's length to look her over, "What underwear are you wearing?"

Dawn smiled at his question, "Why?"

"Well, I know that you don't own any 'Adult' lingerie...I was wondering if you wanted to borrow some of your mother's stuff...you know, you're not going to entertain a boy, you're going to see two men who are expecting some pretty advanced sex from you!"

Dawn smiled, "I don't think that Alan and Tom will have any complaints about my underwear and it's all my own stuff too!"

John gave Dawn a puzzled look, she bent forwards, gripped the bottom hem of her dress and yanked it up under her chin, "See, they won't complain!"

Dawn was totally naked under her summer dress, she had even cleared the peach fuzz from her pussy mound, her body was as bare as a new born baby. Dawn held her dress up for two full minutes before she dropped it down again. John gestured with his head to the front door, "We'd better get off, it's been thirty minutes since you spoke to Alan and Tom Fletcher.!"

Dawn sat in the front passenger seat of the car, John drove through the village, rather than taking the most direct route out of the village to the town where Fletcher's office was located, John just wanted to see how many cars were at Kendle Hall now. As they drove past the, now closed, village shop, something must have sparked a memory in Dawn's head, "Hey dad, do you think that mum went off with that young bloke to have sex with him?"

John gave her a quick glance, he smiled and he nodded his head.

"Do you think that mum knows that the guy that picked her up lives with three other guys?"

John looked over again and he said, "I think that she has a good idea...how do you know them, they've only been in the village a month or two!"

Dawn took her phone out of her shoulder bag and started to play with the screen, "Erm dad, I think you need to turn back, warn mum that there might be more than just the four of them at Kendle Hall tonight!"

"What makes you think that darling?"

She looked at her phone again, "There's an orgy call at Kendle Hall tonight...Ken Black and Bill Willson are both going...No, already there..." Dawn flicked back and forth through a string of messages, "...there could be another five or six men on their way to Kendle Hall tonight!"

"I'm sure that your mother will get out of there if it gets too much for her...she's a big girl...like you are now!"

John patted Dawn's knee, "Your mother will be okay kiddo!"

Dawn looked at his hand on her knee, then she looked over at her father and gave him a smile, he was about to lift his hand off of her knee to change gear but Dawn's hand was suddenly on top of his and held it down on top of her dress, "Thanks for letting me do this tonight dad...and thanks for being so cool with all the sex stuff!"

When John reached the Fletcher's office block, half the lights were out in the offices and the car park was half empty as well, John checked the time, it was only five thirty, "Wow they knock off early here for a Wednesday!"

Dawn laughed, "Most of their work is off site, I think that they have an event in Peterborough this evening, Cousin Amy is acting as an escort tonight...half of their staff will be at that party."

John looked over at her and smiled, "Do they pay Amy very well...or is it minimum wage?"

Dawn looked like she was mulling over telling the truth or not, "Depends on how many customers Amy looks after, she usually gets forty pounds per man!"

John chuckled a little, "I thought that they were running a brothel!"

Dawn laughed and she nodded her head. John pulled to a halt in the space he'd picked to watch Vicky take her interview earlier. "And now, It's my turn to prove that I can turn a trick!" Dawn opened the door and was about to get out of the car but she stopped, she leaned backwards and kissed her father on the lips, "Thanks for the lift daddy dear...don't watch me with them for too long...it might cramp my style if I know that you're out here watching every disgusting thing that I do!"

"Darling, sex is just fun, it's never disgusting!"

Dawn laughed again, "According to my boyfriend, if the security guard has a dog with him, the action can get pretty disgusting...believe me." She gave her father one last kiss and she left him sitting in his car looking at the window to the interview room...even though the lights were out in that room.

John saw Dawn talking to the receptionist and the receptionist phoned through to tell Alan and Ton that Dawn was there. John saw that the receptionist put her coat on as soon as she had finished telling Tom and Alan that Dawn was there, she left Dawn standing in front of the reception desk and left the building, locking the doors to the reception area as she went. John saw her running to catch the bus into town, at this time of the day, the hourly service was doubled to a bus every thirty minutes.

The office lights in front of John suddenly turned on, lighting his car up out in the car park. John saw Alan Fletcher undressing as he walked into the room that they had been using to interview people in over the last few days. John looked back to the reception area, Dawn was just kissing Tom Fletcher, he had taken a different route to his brother. John watched Tom guide Dawn into the office and as she was pushed through the office Door, Tom had pulled her dress off over her head so she was propelled, naked, into Alan's arms, he was also naked by that time.

John watched the opening salvo, the action was quick because the men knew that they only had three hours or less to have their fun with the sixteen year old girl. Alan sat on the higher seat, the seat that the girls being interviewed had sat on...Dawn's head was pulled down to his lap while Tom undressed. Dawn was sucking Alan's cock as she stood, her legs apart and straight as she bent her upper body to suck Alan's dick. John watched as Tom spat on his fingers, he rubbed his spit between Dawn's legs and then he bent his knees to line his cock up with her bum, he entered her so hard and so fast that he lifted her feet off of the floor, forcing Alan's cock deeper into her mouth.

John watched as Alan pushed Dawn's head out of his lap, he pulled her closer in to him with his brother still fucking her up her bum, Alan made her straddle his lap before pulling her down and started using her cunt while Tom was still banging away at her backside.

Alan and Tom had told Dawn that they wanted to double team her and in the first few seconds they had used up the options for double penetration. John saw Tom rolling through his orgasm, he suddenly pulled back, his jizz spurting all over Dawn's lower back. Tom rushed to the side of the room and took out a pack of wet wipes, John watched Tom cleaning his cock with the small wipes and as Tom cleaned his cock, Alan was pushing Dawn off of his cock, he turned her and sat her back down on his cock, this time, it was Alan up her bum. Tom stepped back in, he pulled Dawn forward and fed his cock into her mouth while Alan was fucking her arse with quite a lot of power.

Dawn sucked Tom for a few minutes and then he pushed her body back up against Alan's chest and Tom dropped his cock down to fill her cunt, so now both men had been in all three of her holes and they had done the double, double, double penetration with her.

John was loving watching his sixteen year old daughter proving just how sexually advanced she was for such a young girl but then he remembered what Dawn had said about not watching her with Tom and Alan for too long. John started his engine and reversed away from the office window without turning his lights on, not that his lights would have made much difference as it would be light until ten o'clock at that time of the year.

John drove slowly to the exit from the car park but he was stopped by a security guard, a uniformed man holding a huge black dog on a chain leash, "Excuse me sir, can you tell me your business here at this time of the evening?"

John was a little pissed, he looked down at the big black dog, he wanted to ask if the dog was a male or female, but he restrained himself, "I've just dropped my daughter off for a job interview!"

The guard smiled at John and looked towards the illuminated office window, the last window that was still lit from inside, the guard's smile widened even more, "Sorry to bother you sir, you are free to go!"

John rolled slowly to the car park's entrance while watching the security guard walking quickly towards the reception area of the office block. The guard was pulling the big black dog behind him as he reached the outer doors to reception, John saw the guard unlock the door and pull the dog through, as the door was being locked again, John saw the dog lift its head, the dog was sniffing, scenting the air and suddenly the dog was pulling the security guard across the reception area towards the interview room.

John should have turned to the right to drive home but he turned left instead and he stopped opposite the bus stop where he had a view into the office where Dawn, Tom and Alan were playing. John saw the guard dog run free into the room and it started licking at the tangle of bodies in the room. John watched as Dawn was moved from the seat and over to the low table. Tom lay on the table on his back, Dawn was lifted on top of Tom by Alan, she was held up while Tom took aim with his cock and dawn was sat down on top of it. Alan climbed on top of her and inserted his own cock into her cunt again. The security guard took the place that Glen had taken earlier with Dawn's mother so now Dawn was taking a three-way, just like her mother earlier.

John wanted to take his cock out and give himself a little wank while watching Dawn having fun with three men but he controlled himself.

John took one more look at Dawn and then he looked over his shoulder, he would have to turn around to drive home, then he remembered earlier, he had come in from the other side of town when he brought Vicky to her interview and then John remembered the lay-by, if there was nothing interesting going on over there, he could at least take a walk in the woods to wank himself off.

John drove through the town at quite a speed, the beauty of small rural towns was that rush hour ran earlier than in the big cities and it was more a rush...fifteen minutes, running from five thirty to five forty-five and as it was already six o'clock...the roads in the middle of town were empty.

John reached the bypass at the opposite side of the town in record time, he turned right and drove along the bypass but that put him on the wrong side of the central reservation for the truck stop's lay-by. John took the next turning to the right going back into town but he made an illegal 'U' turn to drive back to the lay-by's entrance.

John was a little disappointed to see that the lay-by was almost empty but then, he had told himself that all he was going to do was talk a walk in the woods and wank himself off remembering all that had happened in the day and imagining what was still going on with Vicky and Dawn and their own little gang-bang sessions...even if Vicky returned to her usual conservative ways, John would always have today to remember...and there was always Dawn, she'd never been as conservative as her mother and now that Dawn had been opened up, she would never go back.

John spotted the burger van man was packing the gazebo away, he had already hooked his car up to the tow hitch and raised the legs of the mobile kitchen to make it ready to tow away. John also spotted one other car and as he closed in on that car, he recognised it from the registration number...'G4RY-P'. John knew Gary Preston from the next village to where he lived, Gary Preston was thirty something, married with six children and a seventh child on the way.

John parked up and he walked over to the burger van, "Have you finished for the day?"

The burger man was just folding the gazebo shelter up, he stopped long enough to look in the back of the kitchen, "I can give you a coffee on the house...save me throwing it away."

John said, "Thanks mate!" Then John looked at Gary's car, "Any Idea where the driver of that car is?"

John had assumed that Gary would be about somewhere but it had been known for people to meet here at the lay-by in two cars and drive off in one, leaving the other car here for the rest of the day.

The burger van man looked at Gary's car, "Oh, Gary...he has a new girlfriend...never seen her here before...I think he's taken her to the place where you were this morning with your lovely wife...I was just going to lock the kitchen up and go and see how far Gary has got, the new girlfriend is a little younger than him, not sure how far he will get with her!"

John was handed the last of the coffee from the pot in a 'To-go' cup and then he locked the flap over the serving hatch down on the inside and stepped out through the door, the kitchen bouncing uneasily as it no longer had legs down to steady it.

John followed the burger man into the wood, he'd been right, Gary and his new girlfriend were in the exact spot that John had been with his wife earlier. John was slightly behind the burger man and to his left as he followed him into the wood sipping his free coffee.

Gary was almost facing the direction that John was approaching them from, the woman had her back to him, both of her hands were pumping up and down Gary's rather ample chunk of meat standing out between his legs, Gary's trousers were already around his ankles but the woman was still fully dressed but she wouldn't be for long, Gary was already working on opening her white blouse as they kissed.

John stepped on a twig and as it cracked out loudly, John jumped to his right so that he would be screened from Gary by the trunk of a tree...the burger van man didn't bother, he just stood there in full view. The woman with Gary turned to look at what or who had caused the twig to snap, she didn't just look over her shoulder, she twisted at the waist, Gary was still pulling at her blouse to open it. John smiled at the pretty demi-cup bra that was on show...a delicate shade of pink...just one shade darker than the colour that they called 'Nude'

Gary said, "Its only Dan the burger van man...I told you that he might follow us in here...it's something that you have to put up with if you want to date a man twice your age!"

That comment made John look up from the woman's bra and ample cleavage to her face, John knew that Gary was thirty-five or thirty-six so the girl must be fifteen or sixteen and John knew every fifteen or sixteen year old girl in the area because of his two daughters. John's smile widened even though it should have changed into a frown, the girl that Gary was even now pulling her blouse open was actually Sarah, his eighteen year old daughter.

Sarah was turned to face Gary again and they kissed as Gary eased her blouse off of her shoulders and slid it down over her arms, only stopping when it reached her elbows...Sarah's hands still pumping up and down his cock. Gary lost interest in her blouse and moved his hands up to the back strap of her bra, one quick second and Sarah's bra fell open. Gary eased his cock out of Sarah's hands and finished removing both blouse and bra, throwing them casually to his right to land on top of a bush.

There were a few moments of massaging her breasts as she went back to rubbing her hands up and down Gary's cock, Gary broke the kiss, moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Will you let Dan do it?"

Sarah twisted her upper body again and looked over at Dan, his cock was already out of his trousers and he was rubbing himself to a full erection. Sarah shook her head and Gary pulled away from her, pulled his cock out of her hands and let her tits fall. "Right then, you may as well get fucking dressed again and I'll run you home...I'm not willing to risk fucking your cunt until your birth control pill had taken effect, I've got enough kids running around of my own as well as the flock of bastards I already have running around in the county. My cock is too big to get in your safe hole without help and Dan is the perfect key to open a tight lock!"

Sarah shook her head again, she whispered, "No...don't!"

Sarah took a step forward and grasped his cock again. Gary kissed her again but his hands didn't return to her breasts, they went to her arse and he palpated both buttocks hard with his hands, then he lifted the back of her skirt, exposing perfect orbs of flesh, the only obstruction, the thin back strap of her delicate pink thong. Gary tucked the bottom hem of Sarah's skirt into its waistband, then he took the waistband of her thong in one hand and the back strap in the other and he pulled his hands apart, ripping the back of her knickers away from the waistband. Gary pulled her buttocks apart to flash her tight anal muscle in Dan's direction.

John thought, 'A totally un-trodden path, not like her younger sisters arse, she must have had anal sex lots of times the way she took Tom and Alan's cocks earlier without any preamble or lubrication'

Gary stepped away from Sarah again, her hands slipped off of his cock and she just stood there looking down at Gary's larger than average cock. Gary reached out for her head, he hooked his hand behind her neck, "Open your legs wider...keep your legs straight!" And then Gary pulled Sarah's head towards him, she bent at the waist and Gary fed his cock into Sarah's mouth. Gary started humping his cock into Sarah's mouth, he leaned over her back and took her buttocks in both hands again, parting her bum cheeks again, he rubbed the tip of his index finger over her tightly puckered arse hole. There was just a few seconds of playing and then Gary beckoned for Dan to join them, "Come on Dan...do your stuff...time to help me open the door for me again!"

John watched Dan step in and take Sarah's anal virginity...Sarah dropped Gary's cock from her mouth and squealed in pain. Gary reached down, lifted his cock again and pushed it back into Sarah's mouth..."Just imagine how much more it would have hurt if I'd taken your anal virginity!"

John saw Sarah nodding her head in agreement. It didn't take Dan long to cum up Sarah's bum but then he was in a hurry to get home after a long day feeding folk.

John saw a sudden smile on Gary's face, Gary was looking straight at John as he was masturbating himself while watching his daughter being buggered by the burger van man, Dan stepped away and wiped his cock on a tissue, he slapped Sarah's arse before walking away.

Gary's hands caught the back of Sarah's head to stop her pulling away from him and he called out, "Hey mate, don't waste that erection...come over here and help to open Sarah's arse hole up a bit more...if I try to get in after Dan, my massive cock will hurt her like hell, she could do with an intermediate key to open her lock fully for me!"

Now, John had no doubt that Gary knew him, knew him well enough to know his name, well enough to have called him John, rather than the 'Unfamiliar' mate and as Gary was holding Sarah's head against his belly so that Sarah couldn't see him so John guessed that Gary also knew that John was Sarah's father.

John thought, 'Well, I'm wanking over the image of her being buggered...I may as well help her to get ready for sex with her new boyfriend!" John stepped into the space that Dan had just vacated, he looked at his daughter's arse hole, it wasn't so tight as it was three minutes earlier...not nearly so pink either...stretching her anal muscle seemed to have darkened the skin around that opening a few shades. There was no loving in what John did to his daughter, he just plugged into her arse and rode her hard and fast to get himself off as quickly as he could.

John shot off in her bum and almost ran for the protection of the trees before looking back.

Gary was turning Sarah around, she asked who the second man that had just fucked her was. Gary inserted his cock in Sarah's bum, John could see the look of pain on his daughter's face but it was as nothing to the pain that she would have gone through if John hadn't stretched her that little bit more and left an extra gallon of slime in her bum for Gary to ride in on, "Does it matter who it was? It could have been your brother Peter...your father John or your grandfather Ron...could have been just a horny stranger passing by!"

Sarah was now holding herself up on a tree trunk so that Gary could slam his cock into her harder without knocking her flat on her face.

"Well, I know that it wasn't Peter, his cock is smaller than Dan's and it wasn't my Grandpa Ron, his cock is bigger than yours, so I know that it wasn't him!"

"Who would you rather it had been?"

Sarah tried to shrug her shoulders but couldn't, "I don't really care, one man is as good as any other but I'm sure that my dad would have enjoyed doing it, I doubt if my mother ever let him put his cock up her bum!"

Gary started fucking her harder, taking her from pain to pleasure..."Hey, wait a minute...how do you know that your grandfather's cock is bigger than mine?"

John had stopped walking towards his car, he could now just hear the conversation.

Sarah gasped in the pleasure of an orgasm washing over her body from the third cock up her bum in an hour before she said, "I love sitting on Ron's lap, I've done it all of my life and if I wriggle around on top of his cock enough, he grows a lovely erection!"

"So, you're basing his cock size from how big he feels against your bum through his trousers and your clothes then?"

Sarah shook her head, "No, from the age of about five years old, I've been pushing my hand down the front of his trousers to get a proper feel of him whenever no one else was looking!"

John smiled at himself and started moving again, the faint sound of Gary's abdomen slapping against Sarah's buttocks as he fucked her but he did hear one final exchange, "And how do you know that Peter's cock is smaller than Dan's?"

"I gave him a hand relief before school this morning..."

***

John reached his car and just sat looking at Gary's car for a while, John had a lot to think about, he replayed the memory file in his head from earlier, as he drove Dawn to her meeting with Tom and Alan Fletcher, he had patted...no, not patted, he had started out patting her knee but had ended up squeezing her upper thigh through her thin summer dress and when John went to take his hand away from her right thigh, Dawn had actually held his hand in place or rather, she had put her hand on top of his and as she thanked her father for taking her to the Fletcher's office for her sex party, she had pulled his hand to the left slightly and turned his hand so that his fingertips were between her legs, John hadn't really been concentrating at that point because he was rapidly approaching a bend in the road that needed a much lower gear to get round safely.

John had a great deal to think about as he sat there in the lay-by, Dawn had to have put his fingertips directly over her pussy mound before panic took over him and he pulled his hand away from her thigh to shift down a gear or two to make the corner, he had just sodomised his other daughter and heard her admit to Gary that she wanked her younger brother before school that day as well as finding out that she had been playing with her grandfather's cock for thirteen years.

Once again, John blamed himself, where other father's left the emotional side of bringing up young children to their mother, John knew that Vicky had several body issues, she would never have allowed the children to catch her undressed, not even in just her bra and panties so John had set the freedom ground rules for the kids, he never told them to dress properly, if any of them wandered around in just underpants or knickers, John just gave them a smile and ruffled their hair to prove that, no matter what Vicky said to them, it was okay for them to dress anyway that they wanted to. John even encouraged then to take baths together if that was what they wanted to do when they were younger, everything was left up to them. He never censored what TV that they watched, he never censored what they read and even though the subject had never actually been broached, if any of the kids had told him that they wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would have actually encouraged it rather than discourage it. So the sudden explosion of sexual activity in his family could all be laid directly at his door.

John looked to his right, something was wrong...out of place! At this time in the evening there should have been trucks in the lay-by, resting up or spending the night...there should have been traffic on the by-pass heading west, there were the usual number of vehicles travelling east but nothing on his side of the road.

John looked at the road sign warning drivers out on the bi-pass that there could be traffic leaving the bi-pass, it was black lettering on a reflective white plate but at that moment it was blinking between red and blue. John looked over his shoulder, there was a police motorcycle crawling slowly towards him. The police officer deviated and pulled into the lay-by, he pulled alongside John and tapped the window. John wound the window down and he was asked if he could move further along the lay-by, "I've got a double width load that's blocking the road and we need to get it off the highway to try and sort out a problem with the prime mover!"

John smiled at the police officer, "It's okay officer, I was just leaving!"

John reached the end of the lay-by just as a behemoth of a truck limped into sight, it totally filled both lanes of the by-pass and was crawling along at one mile an hour with clouds of steam and smoke pouring out from under the bonnet. John's quickest route home would be to drive west for a quarter of a mile and make another illegal 'U' turn at the next junction and then drive east at seventy miles an hour but with all of the police officers around, the last thing that John wanted to do was to break the law right under their noses, so he turned left and once again, John took the slower route through the town centre, right past Fletcher's office once again!

John told himself that he wouldn't stop, he wouldn't even look over at the building, he'd just drive past at thirty miles an hour, 'Peter will be home from after school football training by now...and because his mother is partying at Kendle Hall, he'll need me to be there to make his dinner for him...no, I don't have the time to stop!'

John had good resolve as he approached the business park at thirty miles an hour but while the spirit was willing, his flesh was weak, he found himself slowing down as he approached the office block, he told himself off, 'Don't you dare turn into that car park!' he managed not to pull into the car park but he did stop opposite the window of the interview room though, almost a hundred feet away from the window. John took in the scene, Tom Fletcher was standing on the right hand side of the window, he was naked still and he was holding his mobile phone out in front of himself, filming Dawn and Alan who were two feet in front of him, Dawn was on her hands and knees, Alan was kneeling in front of her, she was sucking Alan's cock and was holding it in her right hand. Dawn's backside was pointing directly at her father and even from that distance, John could see the twin streams of spunk flowing out of her body.

John saw a movement in the bottom left hand corner of the window, the security guard was kneeling at the side of his Rottweiler, he was as naked as the other three and he was holding the dog's collar in both hands as it strained to get away from him. John could see that there was a conversation going on...well, Tom and Alan were talking to Dawn and she was either nodding her head or shaking it but steadfastly keeping Alan's cock in her mouth.

John squinted his eyes as he looked at Alan's mouth, he managed to do a little rudimentary lip reading, Alan was saying, "It's up to you darling...Kevin will let Atlas go but it up to you to tell the dog to mount you, can you remember how to tell him?"

John saw Dawn nod her head, and suddenly, Kevin released the dog. Atlas went off like a rocket, its head deep between her legs, licking at the twin streams of spunk leaving her body. The dog was happily making a meal of licking Dawn for five minutes, it was hopping its back legs, twisting its body to get the best position to get its tongue as deep as possible into Dawn's holes, at one point Atlas's bum was pointing directly at John, he realised that, with its docked tail, John could clearly see the dog's balls hanging down but, there was no sign of an excited cock hanging down, John thought that was surprising, the way that the dog was excitedly licking his daughter, he thought that it was a sexual turn on for the dog but it didn't look that way from out in the street.

John saw Alan say something else, he translated the lip movement into, "If you want Atlas to do more than just lick you...you have to give him permission!"

John saw Dawn's right hand slip off of Alan's cock and she reach behind herself, she patted her right buttock twice, Atlas pulled his head from between Dawn's legs and he was looking at her bottom, Dawn patted her right buttock again twice, John saw an almost instant growth between Atlas's hind legs, the dogs cock grew massively, it actually looked bigger than any man's cock he'd ever seen, it was so heavy though that it was pointing down at the carpet rather than at Dawn.

The dog only took a second to jump at Dawn's back, hooking its forelegs over her hips, one leg on each side of her body, he skipped his back legs forward a few inches and then he had to scramble his front legs up to Dawn's ribs, just under her armpits. Kevin shuffled to the right on his knees, he put one hand on Atlas's back and reached under the dog's belly, John saw Kevin grip the dog's cock and lift it up, lining it up with Dawn's cunt, Atlas skipped forward again, now his fore legs were over Dawn's shoulders, either side of her head.

John watched as the dog screwed his daughter, he had the perfect sightline to the action because the dog didn't have a tail to get in the way, even when Tom moved to get a better shot on his phone's camera, he was being artistic and trying to catch both the action behind Dawn as well as her sucking Alan's cock.

As John watched the fucking, he saw the swelling of the knot appearing and the massive fist like bulge at the base of the dog's cock grow just outside of Dawn's body. Kevin was watching the knot grow, he looked from the knot to Alan's face, he said something to Alan and Alan nodded his head, Kevin put his hands on Atlas's buttocks and he pushed down hard. Tom was right up close now filming the action from the side. Kevin had actually blocked John's view for a moment and when he stepped away again, the knot was gone, it had disappeared into Dawn' cunt, it looked like Dawn was carrying a cricket ball inside her pussy her labia was stretched so wide.

The dog had actually stopped fucking as frenetically as it had been seconds earlier, now, there was just the occasional twitch from the dog and every now and then, he pulled Dawn into him with his front legs, pulling her mouth away from Alan's cock.

Atlas got bored standing with its cock in Dawn's body, he turned and walked away, dragging Dawn across the carpet after him, still joined together at her cunt.

Tom was still filming as Atlas dragged Dawn off while Kevin tried to catch him to stop him hurting Dawn too much.

John checked his watch, Dawn still had ninety minutes before she had to be home, John wondered what the hell they could get up to after watching Dawn being screwed by a dog.

He shook his head, Atlas had just made a sudden Jink to the right as Kevin went to grab his collar, Dawn almost whipped on his cock at the sudden change of direction. John let the clutch out and pulled away from the curb, Atlas still hadn't been caught, he was still dodging the hands trying to capture him.

John pulled onto the drive, every light in the house was on even though it was still light outside.

John walked into the house, Peter rocketed into the hallway and skidded to a halt at his father's side, "Where is everyone?"

John ruffled Peter's hair, "They're all out enjoying themselves, how did training go?"

"I've had to promise that I won't leave my own half ever again so I can play on Saturday but if I ever pass the half way line again, I'll be kicked out of the team for good!"

John said, "Had anything to eat yet?"

Peter shook his head.

"How does egg and chips sound?"

Peter smiled, "Sounds good...I think I saw beef burgers in the fridge!"

"Okay, burger and chips!"

"Hey, what happened to the eggs?"

"Okay, burger, egg and chips."

"Eggs!"

"Burger, eggs and chips."

John went into the kitchen and he turned the deep fat fryer on to heat the fat up, he heard the front door open and close, he knew that it couldn't be Dawn, they would still be chasing Atlas around the interview room, it would take ages to set Dawn free from his cock.

John returned to the hall, Sarah was kicking her shoes off, John was about to say something but Sarah held her hand up to stop him, she ran past him to the downstairs toilet, she hadn't closed the door properly but then, that was another rule that John didn't have that other families often had, the always lock the bathroom door rule.

There was a series of massive farts and the sound of liquid falling into the pan. Sarah washed her hands and walked back out, "I'm sorry dad, what were you about to say?"

"Well, I was about to say that you were home early!"

"My boyfriend was going to take me to the pub for a quick drink but the py-pass was blocked, we couldn't get past so we came home...anyway, I've got an exam in the morning!"

"I thought that you only had one more exam, Physics on Friday afternoon!"

Sarah chuckled, "There is a Physics exam on Friday, it's the Physics with Electronics examination, the school secretary confused the two exams...so now my last day as a schoolgirl will be tomorrow morning and not Friday afternoon."

"I'm doing Peter burger and chips, want some?"

Sarah nodded her head, she followed her father through to the kitchen and as he dropped a pile of frozen chips into the basket, Sarah looped her arm over his shoulders, "You smell...musky...been having fun daddy dear?"

John looked at her and smiled.

"Erm dad, how come you're burning dinner tonight...where's mum?"

"Cheeky cow...your mother is out at a party, could be late home, could even be an all-nighter."

Sarah raised her eyebrows and grinned at him, "Did you two bump the nasty while me, Peter and Dawn were all out?"

John just smiled in a non committed way.

"Erm dad, will you be able to pick me up from school at lunch time tomorrow pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase?"

John shook his head, "I've got to go to London tomorrow, I'm booked on the early train...if your mother gets home before I leave, she can drive me to the station, that way she can have the car all day, I'm sure that she'd love to collect you from school as it is such a special occasion!"

Peter, Sarah and John were eating their dinner when Dawn walked in, she looked dishevelled, looked like she'd been pulled through a hedge backwards, John looked over at her, "You need something to eat darling?"

Dawn smiled and shook her head, "I had a 'HOT DOG' earlier thanks!"

John returned her smile, "Just a hot dog isn't very filling though darling, would you like a few of my chips?"

"No thanks dad, my hot dog was very filling!"

Vicky chose that moment to turn up, John gave her a shocked look, he quickly scanned up and down her body, she was still wearing her five inch high heel shoes but her legs were bare, her expensive real silk stockings were missing but she was still wearing her red leather mini-skirt and see through blouse, her blouse was so see through that John could see bite marks all over her breasts, collar bone and neck. It even looked like she had love bites over her stomach as well.

John thought that after her day of madness, his wife might want to pull on a cardigan or something, Peter's eyes were out on stalks and John thought that might make Vicky uncomfortable. John saw Peter's hand slip away from his plate to push his erection down in his football shorts but he hadn't been the slightest bit subtle about doing it and now, it looked like he was playing with his cock at the dinner table.

Vicky pinched a chip off of Sarah's plate, "Any chips going free?"

John smiled and he pushed his plate in front of his wife, "I thought that you'd be really late home tonight!"

Vicky looked around the table before saying, "They were like a bunch of bloody kids, it turned out to be some kind of macho pissing contest so I left them to it, I doubt that they even know that I've come home!"

John looked at Sarah and then back to Vicky, "I'm glad that you're home early, I need a lift to the railway station tomorrow because you need the car."

"Why do I need the car?"

"There's been a mix up at Sarah's school, her final exam is in the morning now, not Friday afternoon and I thought that you might like to pick her up at lunch time and take her out for a meal to celebrate her last day as a school girl...I think that there is a new restaurant that should be open by now between the river and the old gravel pit...you could try it out, see if it is any good and let me know if it would be worth going there for my special birthday meal!"

The comment went right over Peter, Sarah and Dawn's heads but John got a wide smile from Vicky as she ate his food.

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