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Written: 11 August 2019

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Marriage Guidance
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Public, Exhibitionist, Voyeurism

John and I had been married for eighteen years, we had three children, twelve, fourteen and sixteen years old. I'm not sure if there is such a thing as the eighteen year itch but...we were going through a bad period, in the past six months, we hadn't had ten days that we weren't 'at daggers drawn' with each other. If we weren't screaming at each other we weren't talking to each other because of an ongoing fight. The only good thing was that because we'd never shared a bed together for the whole night...there wasn't a 'Huffy Bed', that bed that the husband or wife moved to during a fight to make their partner feel worse. John had a sleep problem, he couldn't fall asleep if he was in a room with anyone else, he had to sleep alone and I have to say, I preferred it that way too.

Things were brought to a head one day when Sarah, our eldest daughter, phoned her grandfather and asked if she could go over to his house and spend a few days just to get away from the war zone. Ron, her grandfather and my father-in-law, didn't say yes or no, he just said that he'd pop over and talk to me and her father.

When he came around to our house ten minutes later, he banged both of our heads together, he handed John two business cards, one was for a divorce lawyer and one for a marriage guidance counsellor. Ron was really angry...I'd never seen him angry before...well, I'd seen him in a business negotiation before a few times and he could be like a rottweiler, he would grab his opponent by the throat and shake him until he squeaked. Ron growled at John, "I don't care which of the two you ring son but ring one of them today, right now and ask for their first appointment...Tell them that your dad said that it was an emergency and now I'm taking the kids for a short holiday!"

Ron's actions had shaken John up no end, as soon as Ron and the kids were gone, he showed me both hands, one card in each, "Well, which would you prefer me to ring?"

I said, "It's up to you, if you want a divorce I'll go along with it but if you want to try...I'll go for counselling with you!"

John called the marriage guidance counsellor, he'd put his phone on speaker so that I could hear what the counsellor was saying to him. The receptionist told John that there was six month waiting list to see the counsellor.

"Wow, I'm sorry I called then...it's just that my dad said to tell you that this was an emergency, that I had to either call you guys or a divorce lawyer!"

"Well, I'll see what I can do to expedite an earlier appointment. Can I have your names please sir?"

"John and Victoria Clarke!"

"Oh! Your father wouldn't be Ron Clarke would he?"

"Yes, my father's name is Ron Clarke."

"Can I take your number and ring you back in a few minutes please?"

John gave her our number and hung up. He chuckled lightly, the first time I'd heard my husband chuckle in months, he was shaking his head as he laughed, "Can't believe how many people know my father and how many doors his name opens!"

I agreed with him and that was the first time I'd agreed with anything John had said in months too.

The phone rang, John picked the call up on speaker again, "Hello, is that John Clarke?"

"Speaking...who is this please?"

The voice on the phone wasn't the receptionist that we'd spoken to just seconds ago so we'd been taken by surprise a little.

"I'm Professor Mandy Wright, I teach Psychology at De Montfort University but I'm also a partner at Northampton's Relate Counselling Service. I'm also a Daughter of the Eastern Star, that's a branch..."

John butted in and stopped her, I know what the Eastern Star is...I take it that my father called you just in case!"

"Your father did, we work very closely on some charitable foundations. I'll promise you here and now that I won't divulge anything that we talk about with your father. I usually only work one morning a week at the Relate office but I'm willing to stay after lunch to get a first session in. I'd like to talk to you both one at a time for thirty minutes and then both together for an hour. Can you be here at one o'clock?"

John said, "Wow, so soon...it's taken me a little off balance to be honest with you but...I guess the sooner the better. What do we have to do? I mean...what will happen this afternoon?"

"Well, I'd like you both to turn up at one o'clock and I'll hold individual interviews with each of you in turn, my receptionist will provide coffee and magazines for the other partner to read while I hold the individual interview and after I've spoken to you both individually, I'll call you both in together and we'll have between forty-five minutes to an hour together and see where things go from there."

So it was all a little bit of a whirlwind after such a long fight but not only had we been lined up for our first counselling session but our fight had ended...totally forgotten about and all in less than thirty minutes.

I made us both a quick lunch at eleven thirty and while we ate our food we actually had a civilised conversation over the food. It was mainly John being worried and insecure about going in front of a 'shrink' and he wanted to know how I really felt about it. I was very non-committal, I just said that if it helped us to stop fighting then I'd do whatever it took.

John went in first and while I sat drinking coffee and reading a trashy chick magazine, John spent thirty minutes in Mandy's consulting room, I wondered what kinds of questions she was asking him...and what she would be asking me when my turn came.

John had thirty minutes and when he came out of the room he looked ashen-faced and definitely worried, he looked at me and shook his head and said, "Mandy's ready for you now!"

As I walked through the door into Mandy's consulting room, her receptionist was making John a strong cup of sweet tea. I looked around her room, two very comfortable chairs separated by a low table with glasses and a jug of water on it, there was even a dish of mints in the middle of the table as well. Facing the comfortable chairs was a much less comfortable looking 'Office' type chair. There were colourful abstract prints on the wall and a large bookshelf behind the office chair.

"Looking for the couch?"

Mandy's voice came a little out of the blue, she had a really petite body but had a very deep voice...more like a man's voice than a woman's.

"No, just...well, I didn't know what to expect, I was just taking it...I was really worried when I saw John leaving, it looked like he'd just had bamboo shoots pushed under his fingernails!"

"No, I didn't hurt anything but his pride! Your husband has difficulty with a woman being in charge...but enough of him, this is your time, come, sit and make your self comfortable, have a drink of water or a mint."

I chose one of the two seats and sat down, Mandy smiled and mumbled, "Interesting" to her self.

She just sat looking at me for a moment until I picked up a mint and popped it in my mouth.

"Right, what's your earliest memories...please be as frank as you can be!"

"What kind of memories?"

"Tell me about your parents, were they loving...loving towards each other and to you?"

There was a simple answer, "No!"

"Terms of affection or endearment, towards you or each other?"

"No, my parents didn't show each other or me any affection, they never called each other love or darling and I never once saw them kiss!"

We were on a roll now, I mentioned my school life, named all the schools that I attended and was stopped at that point.

"Victoria, why did you attend fifteen...no, sixteen different schools in thirteen years? Did you move house a lot when you were growing up?"

I was a little confused at that question, "Well, some of the changes of school were because the local council were closing single sex schools and merging others but some were just because my mother didn't want me getting too close to any of the other girls in my class!"

Mandy's eyebrows lifted and she scribbled a note in her pad.

"So, who was your most significant friend during your school years then?"

Again I was confused by the question. "I didn't have one."

"Who did you walk to school with each day?"

"My mother drove me to school in the morning, she picked me up at lunchtime and took me home and after lunch, she drove me back to school then picked me up again in the evening."

"Sleepovers?"

I shook my head.

"Boyfriends?"

I shook my head again.

Mandy looked a little exasperated at that answer, "You must have had at least one boyfriend..." I shook my head as she said that, "...what about John, you married him for goodness sake, he must count as a boyfriend!"

I shook my head again.

"Well, how could you marry a man that you wouldn't class as a boyfriend?"

"Well, John was my boss at Potters Department Store on London Road, I worked in the warehouse because I didn't want to work out on the shop floor, one day when my mum was waiting to take me for my lunch, John asked her if he could ask me out and she agreed that he could...but, only because she knew his family and knew that he'd been to seminary school to learn how to be a priest."

"Your mother was still collecting you at lunch time...even after you started work?"

I nodded my head.

"How old were you at that time?"

"I was eighteen."

"And you agreed to go out with him?"

I shook my head again, "I didn't agree to anything, John called me into his office the next day and told me that the store was getting rid of the warehouse and he offered me a job in the ladies fashion department. I told him that I couldn't work in the public area so he had to make me redundant. That night he turned up at my house and my mother more or less handed me over to him to take me out."

We had a few meals together but I still wouldn't have called him a boyfriend. He asked me if I'd work for him as his housekeeper and as that was about the only job I could do that didn't mean meeting new people all the time I agreed. His mother refused, threatened to cut him out of her will if he shacked up with me. If he'd taken up holy orders and become a priest, no one would have batted an eyelid at me being his housekeeper. In the end, John just said that if I still wanted to be his housekeeper then we'd have to get married...but I still wouldn't have called him my boyfriend."

"When was the first time you kissed him?"

"When Brian...erm, sorry, Father Flannigan said, 'You may kiss the bride!' at the end of our wedding."

"If you were planning on marrying him, why didn't you try kissing him beforehand?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to...I'd never seen my mother kiss my father before..."

Mandy butted in, "What about when you saw people kissing on the TV or in films?"

"We didn't have a TV, I never went to the cinema, even the books I read were picked by my mother for me to read, I never really had any idea what romance was all about. Then we juast slipped into the whole marital sex thing"

"How often do you have sex with John?"

"We don't any more!"

"What do you mean...anymore?"

"we had three children but being pregnant makes me ill, not just the whole morning sickness thing, I mean really ill, my next pregnancy could leave me blind...could damage my heart...liver or kidneys so I can't have another child so after John made me pregnant with Peter...he stopped coming to my bedroom to have sex with me."

Mandy turned back a few pages in her notes and nodded her head, "Oh yes, John has difficulty sleeping if anyone else is in the room so you both have your own bedrooms!"

I carried on with my life story, there wasn't a lot more to be honest, shortly after marrying John I'd had three children in very quick succession and that was the end of my sex life, my whole world was focussed in on three very young children and once the first was in school, I'd started studying in the few hours a week that I had free and when my second went to school I started volunteering, helping out at the old folks home as well as using my new education to repair people's computers from all around the village.

I started to mention that while I was doing all of my volunteering work John was working hard for his parent and the church but Mandy stopped me, "Just tell me about you, not John please!"

A few minutes later the little loudspeaker on Mandy's intercom buzzed, Mandy opened the circuit, "Mr Clarke has returned from the doctor's office, are you ready for him yet?"

Mandy's receptionist was calling, Mandy asked her to just keep him in the outer office for a few minutes

"Why did my husband go to see a doctor?"

"After talking to John, I decided that there may be some kind of medical deficiency in his system, I asked Doctor Portman who is a research Fellow at De Montfort University and we work closely together, if he would take a look at John. He will have taken a small blood sample from your husband and run it through an automated analyser, two minutes later he will have a full reading of all the hormones and enzymes in your husband's blood. Dr Portman will prescribe any corrective drugs needed to get your husband's body back into balance. Naturally he will contact your family doctor's surgery to inform them what he has found in your husband's blood and what treatment if any has been prescribed."

"No wonder John looked ashen-faced when he left your office, he hates to go to the doctors...if he had known that there was any possibility of you sending him to see one, he might not have come here at all!"

"I thought he didn't look happy but he'll have to see Doctor Portman again next week so that the same test can be run to see if the treatment is working. I hope that you don't mind visiting the doctor because after talking to you for forty minutes, I would like you to visit Dr Portman as well before you go home today."

"I get to see various doctors because of my diabetes, probably ten to twelve times a year so I think if I needed any kind of treatment, they would have spotted it."

"They wouldn't be testing for what hormones and enzymes are present in your blood, just your long term sugar level and kidney function test, things like that."

We had five more minutes of Mandy getting a handle on my mental and emotional state and then John was brought back in. What followed was a fifty minute therapy session, John and me talking about things together with Mandy sitting back and just steering us down various paths to explore and keeping things civilised and on point. Followed by ten minutes of Mandy telling us what she thought would help us both.

Mandy told us that sex was our main problem and both John and I had our own issues with sex, we were told to keep a count of every time we had a sexual thought or had a sexual trigger point, every time we were turned on or wanted sex. Mandy had her left hand held up in front of my face to stop me butting in, then she turned to look at me and said, "I know that you were about to say that you could give me that count right now and it will be a big fat zero. I'd like you to stay behind when I let John out; he can wait at the coffee shop across the road for you while I set your terms of reference for what I'd like you to count. Mandy escorted John out of her office and returned thirty seconds later.

"Right, I've just told John how to record what I'm after for next week, now it is your turn..."

I thought, well, it can't be that difficult, she was only out there for thirty seconds!

"Right, you know that sometimes you walk past someone and just stop for a moment and take a second look but don't know why?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, I'd like you to count that look as one for the homework list. We don't need to know who, why or where for the moment, just that you took that double look. After next week's visit we may need to make more detailed lists but for now, just a simple task. Also, count a one for every time you wonder if two people that you see in the street are having a sexual relationship. Count a one for every time you get a tingle between your legs and again if you feel that you would like sex."

I butted in and stopped her, "I've never felt a tingle between my legs in my life before or the urge to have sex!"

"Okay, I'll accept that...but, humour me, if you do in the next week, just add one to the count and move on...oh! And if you actually do masturbate in the next week, add one to your list."

It took Mandy a full ten minutes to go through the rules for me to make my counts so it popped a question in my head, "Mandy, how come you could go through all of that with John in just thirty seconds and it took you ten minutes with me?"

"Men are easy, all I had to tell John was, 'If you feel your cock twitch...add one to your count' and that's all he needs to do!"

Didn't seem fair to me somehow, I had a really complex set of instructions and all he had to do was record every time his cock twitched.

I went from the Relate office to the next building, Doctor Portman drew a little blood from my arm, he injected it into a massive machine and kicked it running. He had access via the internet to my NHS records and was talking to me about all of my various illnesses. The machine pinged and Dr Portman checked his computer screen, he studied the screen for a few moments and then he said, "Are you trying for another baby Mrs Clarke?"

I shook my head, "Why?"

"Just makes it easier for me, you score very low for oestrogen and progesterone, I could just give you one subcutaneous injection called 'Femplan', that will release a constant dose of the two chemicals for three months without worry, getting the testosterone level up will be a little more difficult, I'll need to give you a high dosage injection right now and I can use a HRT patch to deliver the missing testosterone and the other hormones that are low in your system."

I was given the testosterone injection into the same arm that he had taken my blood sample from and the Femplan, for some reason, he injected in my hip, just below the waistband of my skirt, I was handed a prescription for the hormone patches which I could collect from the pharmacy just down the road and told to stick one onto my right upper arm as soon as I got them.

"Do it in the pharmacy, before you leave so that the chemist can see that you're doing it right or bring it back here and I'll show you how to do it. Change the patch every day at the same time to ensure consistent levels of the drug application."

I went straight to the pharmacy, I had to show my diabetic exemption certificate to get the drugs for free, the pharmacist watched me as I pulled my sleeve up and stuck the patch on the outside of my upper right arm. He told me that it was a good place to put the HRT patch and to ensure that I put it in roughly the same spot, on the same arm, at the same time every day.

"Do you have a date to revisit your doctor to have your blood checked again?"

"Next week at this time!"

He nodded his head and I put my box of patches into my handbag and headed for the coffee shop where John would be waiting for me.

When I got there I spotted John was rubbing his arm where he'd had the blood test taken from.

"Did it hurt when he took the blood?"

He grimaced, "Not as much as it did when he injected the tes...you know, the drug into my arm!"

So we'd both been low on testosterone, John showed me his upper arm as well, "I had to have an injection and this thing on my arm that I have to change every day until I see the doctor again next week!"

A man walked in the coffee shop and I looked over at him, he was large, very large, I looked back at John who was rolling his sleeve down, I suddenly looked again at the large man, he was wearing a vest top and shorts, his arms had full sleeves of tattoos and he had tattoos on his calf muscles as well and all being shown off in public, I wondered if he had other tattoos that couldn't be seen and then thought, 'Shit, that's a one in my counts...or should it be two, one for the double look and one for wondering what the rest of his body looked like'.

The man looked in my direction and he smiled, he looked from me to John and his smile widened. I returned the smile...shit, three already and my coffee hasn't even come yet.

John looked at my face as I smiled at the tattooed man, he looked over my shoulder and then looked down at his lap, I could almost read his mind, he was adding one on to his count.

"Are you going to find it difficult to keep the count that Mandy is going to want next week?"

John looked shocked for a moment, I'd shocked him because I'd brought the turn on count out into the open in a public place, then he looked down at his lap and looked even more shocked, I peered over the table, he wasn't counting a cock twitch, he had a little tent in the front of his trousers...he was counting one and for good reason.

I giggled, "So, what's the count so far?"

John blushed, he didn't want to say.

"Mandy said that we had to start being honest with each other, that's the first hurdle to get over...or in our case, the pole-vault!"

John said, "Don't mention bloody 'POLE'...I'm up to fifteen already and all I've done is walk across the road and buy a cup of coffee..." the waitress came over with my coffee, as she reached over the table to put my cup down in front of me, I saw John look at the backs of her legs and then at his lap again and he changed to a whisper, "...bloody sixteen!"

I picked my coffee up and took a sip, I looked at the backs of the waitress's legs as she walked away from me, 'I wonder what made James add one to his counts?' ran through my head closely followed by, 'Bloody hell, that's four or is it five?'

John followed the waitress all the way back to her counter before he looked back at me, "So, what about you, will you be able to keep count easily?"

"I'm not sure but I think I'm up to five already!"

"Only five?"

"You're only eleven ahead of me because you've had a thirty minute head start on me and two of mine were your fault...I got to four because I looked at the backs of our waitress's legs as she walked away and I got to five wondering what it was about her that made your cock twitch!"

John looked totally shocked, I'd never said cock in my life before...well, as far as he was concerned I hadn't.

"Darling, can you please not say that word again...if you must mention it, can't you call it little John or something please?"

"You wouldn't be counting if it was really little John!"

"So what gave you the first three on your counts then, especially in so few minutes?"

"All down to the tattood guy that came in!"

"You gave him three?"

"I gave him the first because I gave him a second look, I hadn't registered his tattoos when I first looked, I thought that he just had an unusual shirt on so I looked again to confirm...I gave him the second point because I wondered if he had any hidden tattoos and the third for smiling at him when he smiled at me for looking at him!"

"Do you think his tattoos are sexy?"

"I wouldn't say that but tattoos are just something that are outside my usual life experience."

"Well then, why did you count him and give him three?"

"It's easy for you, you have an indicator flag that waves to let you know when to add one to your score...I don't have that luxury, I have to count things like giving someone a second look, wondering what they look like uncovered or wonder about their sexual activity or if I do something that I think would be seen as inappropriate, like smiling at a total stranger in the street or a public place. I also have to add one if I ever do get turned on!"

Well, I had my doubts about visiting a shrink...sorry, counsellor but, after just one session with Mandy, John and I were having the most open chat about feelings and sex in eighteen years...just the fact that we were talking at a normal volume and not screaming at each other or totally ignoring each other was a major leap forward.

"So...what was it about the waitress's legs that added one to your score then darling?"

I got ready for the full bull shit response, either he'll say that he has no idea why or some other innocent answer.

John looked back at the counter and the woman standing behind the counter and then he gave me a worried look, "I think that I saw her stocking tops earlier when I ordered my coffee and cake, she bent down to pick up a plate with her back to me, I saw the dark bands on her nylons peeping out from under her uniform but I knew that she could have just been wearing tights."

"I didn't know that you had a thing about stockings!"

"Neither did I, if she had been wearing tights I'd think that they were a little unhealthy...anyway, when she leaned over the table to put your coffee down, I saw the two bumps under her dress and realised that they were suspender snaps and I suddenly had to add one to my count!"

He smiled awkwardly at me and blushed, I have to say that the blush came late, not while he was telling me that his cock twitched at the thought of the waitress's stockings but after he'd finished, he blushed and then he looked down and whispered, "Bloody hell, seventeen!"

"What caused that one?"

His blush turned to a deeper red and he mumbled...almost apologetically, "I was wondering if you'd ever worn stockings before!"

I blew over the top of my coffee before taking a sip, "I've thought about it, the last time I went to a meal with your father at the chamber of commerce he was putting pressure on me to let him buy some for me but the dress he bought for me was too tight, everything would have shown through...you must remember that dress, black Lycra, short with a deep 'V' neck!"

"You wore your hair up...you looked beautiful and my dad got a big business deal out of that dinner...mostly down to you looking so good, I'm sure."

"That's the first time you've ever said that I looked beautiful, I didn't think that you even looked at me when I was dressed up for a business dinner!"

James looked down again and groaned, "Eighteen! I always felt awkward about you having to go out on business, I know that you prefer to wear simple clothes, jeans and a t-shirt or...like today, a skirt and a t-shirt and I had to put a lot of pressure on you to go that first time and I knew that you didn't really want to go."

"But once I went with him that first time and had a good time, I didn't mind going the rest of the times...I'm sure I don't have as much fun as your brother's wives but I still enjoy going!"

"So, if my dad buys you a slightly looser dress next time and he asked you to wear stockings and suspender belt...would you?"

I nodded my head, "Actually, if you really wanted me to wear stockings...I'd wear them for you...you know...on special occasions!"

There was a flash of joy crossing his face and then disappointment all over again.

"What, only for special occasions?"

"Well, we'd have to see when I'd be willing to wear them."

He flashed me a smile and counted nineteen..."But, wouldn't you have to shave your legs first or something?"

I laughed, the door to the coffee shop opened and a new customer walked in, I gave him a double take and added one to my count, he was just a local business man picking up a cup-to-go for the train trip home, I wondered where he lives, if he was married and then it struck me, he had good skin, his hair was well styled and he was smartly dressed, he was probably gay...that started a new train of thought racing on another track, if he was gay, was he the man-in-back or the up-front man.

John touched my arm and I looked back at him.

"I said...would you go to the trouble of shaving your legs to wear stockings, even if you didn't have a special event to go to?"

"Sorry, I was just adding 3 or four to my count!"

"Why?"

"That new guy, you think he could be gay? He looks pretty like a woman would!"

John looked over his shoulder and then he looked back at me with a grin on his face, "Can I take one off my count if you make me look at someone that turns me cold?"

"No, I don't think there are any backsies!"

He grinned at me again, "So what do you think, would you shave your legs...even if you don't have anywhere special to go?"

"Darling, if I didn't shave my legs every week they would be bright red...like an 'orange-u-tang'!"

"You mean an orang-utan?"

My turn to grin at him this time, "I know what I mean!"

"So, when did you last shave your legs?"

"Two days ago."

"So, are they smooth enough to wear stockings today?"

I lifted my foot up to John's seat and hooked my instep over the edge of his seat, "Feel for yourself!"

John slid his hand over my calf and stroked my leg...actually believe it or not, that was the most personal contact that my husband and I had had together in thirteen years.

John grinned and said, "Twenty! So, how soon will you buy a pair of stockings?"

"We could try Rushden Lakes on our way home, they may have something suitable!"

"Twenty-one!"

I finished my coffee and John drove to the out of town shopping centre. At Rushden Lakes I found a clothing shop, there was a huge black man in the doorway, the 'Mall-cop' but he looked far more serious than 'Paul Blart' if a little bigger. I actually walked straight into him as I entered the shop and as I apologised while walking away John said, "Did he add one to your list?"

"No!"

"Come on, remember what Mandy said...we're supposed to be honest with each other!"

"I was being honest, he didn't add one to my count, he added about three!"

John laughed out loud and started pulling me towards the stand with stockings on display, I pulled back.

"Come on, the stockings are this way!"

"Yes...but the suspender belts are this way!"

John put that, 'Oh God...I'm so stupid' look on his face.

The store had a few separate suspender belts on display but they were all very utilitarian, just white or pink and no froth of lace or anything else, I wasn't impressed with any of them and looking at John's face, neither was he. I scanned around the rest of the lingerie section and spotted the mall-cop watching us closely. I nudged John with my elbow, I think he thinks we're shoplifters!"

John laughed again and then he whispered, "twenty-two!"

"Why did that one come?"

"I just had a very inappropriate thought about that security guard!"

"What, him and you?"

John's face soured a little, "No, 'You...Stupid...Woman!'" John had impersonated 'Rene Artois' from 'allo 'allo on TV. As he said that, "Him and you...well, more like, you showing me your new stockings in front of the changing rooms and him seeing as well...I'll bet that would make his day, like getting paid overtime for working normal hours."

John actually picked out a bright scarlet lingerie set, it had a quarter-cup bra with lots of pretty lace adornments, the suspender belt was the same colour and had matching lace around the waist and down the short support triangles hanging down to hold the elasticated suspender snaps. The knickers were a surprise, they were French cut, the kind that look like a thong but have a fuller front and the waistband was designed to, kind of, hook over the tops of the woman's hips.

"Right John, you pop off and buy the lingerie set and then meet me at the stocking display."

"That means that I'll have to wait in line at the cash desk twice!"

"Oh! Okay then, I'll pick out the stockings and you'll have to wait for us to get home before I'll be able to try them on but you'll only have to stand in the queue once."

John smiled, he took the lingerie set and ran to the cash desk while I looked through the stockings. I picked out three sets, one light tan with a simple reinforcing band at the top of the leg, one that was a little darker but with a fancy pattern around the reinforcing band and the third had slight patterning down the backs of the legs.

John was breathless when he got back to me, he handed me the wrapped lingerie set and the till receipt and I asked him which set he'd like me to buy."

"Twenty-three!"

I grinned at him, "Come on, they close soon, which set?"

"I want you to buy all three pairs please!"

I showed my lingerie set to the shop assistant guarding the changing rooms as well as the till receipt and she was happy for me to take my lingerie set into the changing room along with my selected three sets of stockings. I stripped off totally in the changing room and put the bra and suspender belt on followed by the first pair of stockings and then the knickers on top, hooking the thin straps that counted as a waistband over my hips.

I put my t-shirt back on but realised that the froth of lace on my new bra caused ripples under my shirt. I pulled my skirt on and looked at myself in the mirror. The only part of my appearance that I wasn't comfortable with was the ruffle of lace under my t-shirt.

I stepped out of the changing area and gave John a twirl, I looked over and saw the mall-cop watching me, I swished my hips a little faster and caused my skirt to lift a little flashing my stocking tops to John and causing him to add another one to his counts.

I did the same routine three times, once with each pair of stockings and each time, John had to add another one to his counts and each time, the mall cop was right there watching me.

I returned to the changing room, the store only had a few minutes left before it closed so I asked the member of staff looking after the changing room if it would be okay for my husband to take the packages that the stockings came in to the cash desk and pay for them while I took my new bra off, I didn't want to go out in the street with that ruffle of lace puffing the front of my t-shirt out.

I was left alone and John went with the assistant to pay for my stockings.

They were already turning the store lights off as I left the changing rooms, I had my old knickers in my handbag and two pairs of stockings in the shop's carrier bag along with my new bra.

We walked along arm in arm...giggling like school kids. Once in the mall outside the shop we were approached by the store's security guard. He challenged us because he thought that we may have items of clothing from the shop that we hadn't paid for.

It certainly soured the first time that Johnny and I had breached our usual conservative lives. We were taken into the security office, the guard asked if I was wearing anything from the store. I told him that I was, I started listing the items but he stopped me, "I'm sorry madam but I'm going to have to call in a female operative to search you and identify if you are wearing any items that you haven't paid for!"

John was remonstrating with the guard and showing him receipts but the black guard was physically intimidating and he said that it was very suspicious that John had made two separate purchases. We were told that it would take at least thirty minutes for a female operative to get to the shop, John asked if there was any way that we could get through things a little quicker?

"Well, only if you're willing to let me search your wife in your presence!"

John said "Twenty-four!" and nodded his head.

John got a strange look from the mall-cop for saying twenty-four but I knew exactly what he meant.

"Well, my husband has said that it is okay for you to search me...how are you going to do it?"

"Well, earlier it looked like you had something pushed up inside your t-shirt...could you show me what you have up there please?"

I looked at John, his lips moved, a lip reader would read, 'Twenty-five!"

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and then gripped the bottom hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up, I stopped at the bottom band of my old bra.

"I think that the thing I saw was higher up madam, you have to lift it a little higher please!"

John's lips moved again as he added another one to his count.

I lifted the front of my t-shirt higher, all the way up to my chin, totally exposing the front of my bra, John actually whispered, "Twenty-seven!" out loud.

I counted to twenty as the security guard looked closely at my breasts, he took my elbow and turned me so that I was facing John with my back to the guard and when I reached twenty I pulled my t-shirt down and said, "There, satisfied?"

"I'm going to have to check if there is anything under your skirt as well madam."

John suddenly looked worried but he still whispered, "Twenty-eight!"

As I was standing with my back to the guard, I lifted the back of my skirt right up to the waistband, showing off the backs of my stockings and the back of my French-cut knickers.

I was about to lower the back of my skirt when I was told to hold on a little, "Could you come around here for a moment please sir, I need to see the label in the back of the knickers your wife is wearing!"

John shuffled around behind me and stood next to the guard, John had to pull the back of my knickers away from my bottom and display the label.

"Could you show me the till receipt for this item please sir?!

The guard took over holding the back of my knickers away from my bottom while John went back to his wallet for the till receipts. He gave me an awkward smile as he was returning behind me.

I was still exposed for a good two minutes while John and the guard were checking the product id on the manufacturer's label. They both stayed behind me standing next to each other.

"Okay, thank you for that, just one more check, could you turn around please and let me see under the front of your skirt?"

I shuffled around and lifted the front of my skirt up, John looked from my exposed knickers to my eyes, then to the guard's eyes and back to my crotch area and finally to the guard's crotch. I looked at the guard's crotch, he was massive and totally hard, I looked over to John, he was hard as well but no where close to the size of the guard.

I was bounced back to earth with, "Thank you madam, you can put the front of your skirt down again now...just have to look in your hand bag and shopping bag and that will be all."

After scanning the contents of my handbag he opened his desk drawer, took out a business card that proclaimed that he was head of security but with no name on it. He turned it over and scribbled a mobile phone number on the back and the name Winston, "If you have any questions about what happened today...or if you need a written apology because we didn't have a female operative to conduct the search...please feel free to ring my number at any time of the day or night!"

We walked over to an almost empty car park and as soon as we reached John's car we both dissolved into fits of laughter, I managed to catch enough of my breath to say, "So, how many did you get up to?"

"Fucking forty...at this rate, Mandy will think I'm some sort of pervert or sex maniac by next week!"

"I passed twenty so we're probably well suited to each other."

John climbed into the driving seat and we watched the last of the customer's cars leaving the car park so we were alone in a ten acre car park.

"Are you feeling okay after that visit to the security office?"

John groaned and said, "I think I have blue balls after that, very painful!"

"Well, the choice is yours...you can wait until we get home...remembering we have no children back there and get some therapy for your blue balls...or...I could do something out here as a therapeutic measure...I mean, driving all the way home with the distraction of blue balls could be dangerous!"

"What would you be willing to do?"

"Okay, it's a multiple choice question really, would you like...

• a.) hand relief in your seat
• b.) oral sex in your seat
• c.) full sex on the back seat!
• d.) none of the above..."

"Forty...fucking...one! Would you really be willing to do one of those things in the car right here in the car park?"

I rubbed my hand over the bulge in the front of his trousers and gripped his cock through his jeans, "What would you like?"

"I think I'd love all three but as this is our first time...you know...under doctor's orders so to speak...how about 'A'...just to be going on with!"

I unzipped his jeans, struggled to get his cock out of his pants and started rubbing...I shuffled in closer so that I could kiss him as I rubbed. John's left hand slipped onto my thigh and started stroking over my stockings and that little space between the top of my stockings and the start of my knickers, the tips of his fingers brushed over the front of my knickers and he shuddered sending a volcanic eruption up into the air, soaking his steering wheel and the front of his t-shirt as well as my right hand.

"Fucking hell baby, that was...hey, have you ever done anything like that before?"

"No, you know full well that I'd never known a boy before I started going out with you!"

"No...I know that but...Well, I did rather push you into going out with my dad on a date of sorts...I just wondered if he had ever made you do anything like that in his car!"

"He tried...at the end of every date...function...he tried to get me to rub him off but I always refused him."

"What, because you didn't want to be unfaithful?"

"No, not that, I always said no because he asked me to do it and the way I was brought up...my parents brainwashed me into saying no every time a man asked me. If he had just taken my hand and pushed it down the front of his trousers I would probably have got him off!"

I reached into my handbag with my left hand, I was searching for tissues but came across my old knickers first, big and comfortable made out of soft, white, cotton. I used my old knickers to wipe my right hand clean of a gallon of John's spunk, I also used them to clean his cock and balls and finally the bottom of his steering wheel. I didn't get the chance to wipe the front of his shirt, being cotton, his shirt had already soaked the string of jizz that had landed there.

John kissed me again and then said, "Can I do the same for you?"

My defences shot up immediately and I jumped in with, "No!" My parent's brainwashing had kicked in and I was rejecting John's offer of sexual contact...I was happy when I was driving things on and wanked him off but...Mandy's conversation with me while John was with Doctor Portman suddenly kicked in, she had put the emphasis on my own free will being stronger than training and conditioning by my parents so I jumped in quickly with, "Erm no, I'm a little sore because I've been soaking wet for almost two hours now!"

John had looked disappointed at my initial 'No!' but when I clarified it with my explanation why I didn't want to climax he relaxed a little and grew a half smile, "It's just that, well, you just gave me such a fantastic orgasm that I just wanted to do something for you!"

I kissed him again and then I smiled at him, "Well, I suppose...if you're gentle with me, you could have a little play if you like!"

His grin widened and he nodded his head. I moved my bottom away from him, slightly to the left and then I lifted my right leg and slid it over the gear stick and hand brake, I let my foot slide over his left thigh and then opened my legs as wide as I could and flipped the front of my skirt up over my belly.

John was just rubbing his left hand over my pussy mound, sliding his fingertips down over the narrow gusset of my knickers. He was rubbing me through the double cotton gusset, "Mmmmmmm you are soaking wet aren't you?"

I nodded my head and then I used my right hand to lift his hand away from my knickers and I eased the gusset to one side, exposing my cunt, the first time in a public place and, actually the first time John had ever seen between my legs as he'd only ever visited my bedroom in total darkness in the past and we'd never been naked together before.

I placed John's hand back in position on top of my pussy, he spent a few moments exploring and as soon as the tip of his index finger touched my clitoris, I exploded into a massive orgasm, another first for me. I grabbed his wrist and stopped him, "It's too sore, I'm sorry I'll have to stop you now,"

I retrieved my right leg and covered my lower body. John turned the ignition key in the lock and started the car, "I could ring my dad and ask him for some of that mastitis cream from the dairy, that stuff works really fast, it might get rid of your soreness before bedtime."

Again I was quick to jump in with my 'No!' "We could go to the dairy office, I'm sure that Paul will keep some in there!"

John laughed, "You just don't want me to talk to my dad in case I tell him what we just did!"

"Not really...but if you tell your father that I gave you a wank in the front seat of your car...he will definitely want me to do it to him after the next function I have to escort him to!"

John hit the brakes a little too hard and he looked down at his suddenly re-inflated cock in his trousers, he looked over at me and grinned, "Okay, about one hundred and five now...Wouldn't it bother you really? You know, if I told my dad what we've just done in the car park!"

I looked away and waited for the shiver to finish running through my body before I said, "No, not really, I like Ron a lot but if you do tell him, you'd better tell him not to ask me to do it...you know, my instant reaction is still there, no matter how hard I try to ignore it!"

We drove to the farm, to Paul's area of the farm, Paul was one of John's older brothers, he looked after the dairy herd as well as the milking parlour, the office door wasn't locked, John asked me to collect the 'Dispatch Box', his family's code for the box containing all of the metrics from the dairy farm, John was the company accountant and part of his job was making the DARA and DEFRA returns every week, telling the government just how much milk, cream, butter and cheese the farm produced as well as the calves sent for fattening off the dairy farm. The beef that Ron Junior, John's eldest brother produced on the other part of the family farm would also be recorded by John but under a different company name. The calves would be walked from the dairy farm to Ron's part of the farm and under EU rules, Ron Junior could claim subsidies for the cost of transporting the calves and for medical requirements and John would apply for those, even though not a penny had been paid for transporting. It was all part of the crazy EU bureaucracy that allowed an accountant to make more money from working the rules than the farm actually made from the food that it produced.

John found an unopened tube of mastitis cream and took me home so that I could massage a little of it into my pussy to try and ease the soreness caused by being soaking wet for so long.

Ron Junior had delivered the paperwork or 'Despatch Box' from the arable farm and John's father had sent over the figures from the farm machinery and agricultural contracting business. John would have two or three hours of work to do on the figures from the three main farm businesses, he would produce the accounts and he would milk as much cash out of the Common Agricultural Community funds to make his family even richer than the farms could ever do on their own.

I was making a coffee for John, I'd taken my wet knickers off before applying the soothing cream to my cunt and was walking around the kitchen with no knickers on but was still wearing my skirt, stockings and suspender belt.

The phone rang, John answered it, "Vicky darling, it's Alan for you...oh, it's okay darling, he just wants to know if you've finished repairing his lap top?"

"Tell him I've finished it, I was going to drop it off this afternoon...but I was busy!"

"I can drop it off to you in the morning Alan..." I had moved to a place where I could see John on the phone, he moved the mouthpiece of the phone to his chest. I was holding his coffee in my hand, "Darling, Alan's at the pub playing pool at the moment, can he call round after closing time and pick it up?"

I was right next to John by now, "Mike's having problems with the pub's accounts package on his computer and he has been pestering me to pop over and fix his database issues, I could pop over now, drop Alan's lap top off and fix Mike's database at the same time, two birds with one stone!"

John pulled the phone away from his chest and spoke to Alan again, "Alan, Vicky's going to pop up to the pub to see Mike. She'll drop your lap top off with you there!"

John thanked me for his coffee and then he looked thoughtful, "How long will it take to fix Mike's database?"

"Shouldn't be more than an hour, it'll take you longer to finish off all the reports, I'll be back before you finish!"

I went to my bedroom to find clean and dry knickers to put on, John was suddenly behind me, wrapping me in his arms, "Would you like a late drink out with me as the kids aren't here for the night?"

"Sure, you want me to bring you a can of beer back or shall I get a bottle of red?"

"I was thinking that I could meet you up at the pub after I've submitted all of my reports!"

"I might have to hang around in the pub for a long time...I could get home and wait here with you until you finish and then we could both go to the pub together."

I was just pulling a fresh pair of white knickers out of my underwear drawer when John stopped me, "What about those red ones?"

"I've only worn them once, your father bought them for me to wear under that red wrap-over dress to go to the Rotary Club lunch, it felt like they were falling down all the time when I was dancing or walking around!"

"But will that red go with the red of your new bra and suspender belt"

I was getting very brazen all of a sudden, I didn't hesitate to lift the front of my skirt and hold the knickers against my red suspender belt. John smiled at the fact that I was bare assed, my new knickers now languishing in the laundry basket, their gusset soaking wet after only an hour two of wear.

"They aren't prefect but closer than white!"

I looked at John again, he was being serious.

"Hey, if you changed into that red wrap over dress, would you be able to wear your new bra under it?"

"I think so!"

So there I was, ten minutes later, I was wearing a wrap over dress, knee length, exotic rather than fashionable, the front had a deep 'V' opening to the navel where the belt held it closed, the last time I'd worn the dress, I'd pinned it closer to the neck to hide my bra but this time, showing off my bra was the whole point of wearing the dress...showing off my cleavage and my frilly, sexy, bra.

I had Alan's lap top under one arm and my clutch bag under the other.

I stepped out into the street, I was acutely aware that I'd never walked around the village dressed in so little clothing before...not the first time I'd been dressed like this but before, I only had a few feet to walk from my front door to my father-in-law's car...and the last time I'd worn this dress, I'd pinned the front closed about six inches above the belt, the only point the dress was designed to be held closed.

I didn't see anyone on the streets to the pub and breathed a sight of relief, now if there was only Alan and Mike in the pub I'd be...shit, Alan had told John that he was at the pub playing pool, we had ten men in the pool team, there could be ten men from the opposing team as well, that would be twenty-one men with Mike...and there could be supporters, the pub could be busier tonight than on a normal weekday night!

I stopped at the pub door, there was a little noise inside, not just Mike and Alan, that's for sure. I girded my loins, took a deep breath, checked that the belt holding my dress closed was as tight as it could be and then pushed the door open as quickly as I could. All eyes apart from one man were on me as I went in, they'd expected that I was part of their opposing team, I saw Alan looking over at me and I held up his lap top, "All fixed now Alan!"

The one man who was not looking at me was Brian Glover, he was lining up a practice shot on the pool table, he turned his head and grinned at the way that I was dressed, he shouted out, "Did all of his porn cause his computer to crash Vicky?"

I shook my head, "I'm sorry Brian, Alan is covered by client confidentiality privilege.

Alan rushed over to collect his laptop from me and to buy me a drink, I asked for a 'J₂0' but Alan insisted on buying me something alcoholic, so I had a White Zinfandel.

"Who are you playing tonight Alan?"

"It's a new team, they are all workers from Rushden Lakes Shopping Centre! They arranged for a later than usual start because they all work so late in the evenings. They will have to get here in the next ten minutes though or they'll forfeit their first ever match."

Just the mention of Rushden Lakes Shopping Centre sent my mind racing back a few hours to my experience in the security manager's office and sent a buzz pulsing between my legs. Mike handed me the White Zinfandel that Alan had paid for and asked me if I was alright. I giggled and said, "Nothing's wrong with me Mike, now what's the problem with your accounts package?"

Mike lifted the hatch and opened the little door so that I could get behind the bar, Mike's office was at the end of the bar, a little closed off cubby-hole with just a desk for his computer and paperwork and a filing cabinet to keep his documents in order. I slipped into his seat and the bottom of my dress fell open, exposing a lot of stocking clad leg to Mike and Alan.

"Right, the two delivery notes on the left are from companies that have closed down recently and the two on the right are the new companies that I want to use but I don't have update access on my supplier's list."

"So, you want me to mark the old companies as closed out and then you want me to set up two new suppliers so that you can start entering your delivery notes and start cutting checks through the automated system?"

"Almost...I don't want the checks to be created automatically, I want to select them manually!"

"Okay, it won't take long."

I ignored the noise from behind me on the other side of the bar. I was successful up to a point, there was a massive cheer and I looked over my shoulder to see my father-in-law walk in with the pool competition trophy. Glebe farms won the competition the previous year and it looked like my father-in-law was rubbing Mike's team's combined noses in it.

"Gentlemen...please, a little order. As the manager of Glebe farm, I've brought the trophy down so that you and the players from Rushden..." Ron was looking around, "...where are the Rushden Lakes team?"

It was at that moment that the Rushden Lakes team walked in the bar, it looked like they'd stood outside and formed a line to enter in size order, I was struggling to see them all as the filed in. I laughed at myself, I realised that I was hoping that Winston, the security guard had been in the team, when the door closed and he wasn't there I really did feel disappointed.

Brian Glover asked who their manager was, he was looking for a handshake and to toss the coin to see who 'Batted' first.

"Winston's our manager, he's just parking the minibus!"

When the door opened again my heart flipped, it was Winston the security guard, he walked in with a swagger and his head held high, he didn't spot me hidden away in the little office at the far end of the bar. Brian offered Winston his hand and then introduced him to Ron, "This is Ron Clarke, he's the manager of Glebe Farm Lancers, the current holders of the Northamptonshire and District Pool League's Championship Trophy."

Ron shook Winston's hand and then he lifted the trophy over his head, "I just thought I'd pop in tonight and show Rushden Lake's players what they are playing for today, this is your first rung on the championship ladder...you will face Glebe Farm Lancers in seven weeks time and if you've played well, you could take this home with you at the end of the season!"

Ron put the trophy on the end of the bar, the end furthest away from me, he suddenly spotted me sitting in Mike's little office and he smiled, I saw his eyes fix on my left leg, I knew that it was exposed but I hadn't really looked at how much for myself, I looked down, there was an inch of bare flesh on show above the tops of my stocking, an inch of bare flesh and just a wisp of the red lace of my suspender belt peeping out from under the edge of my dress...the dress that Ron had bought for me to wear for him when I escorted him to the Rotary Club's Charity Luncheon.

Ron smiled at me and when he saw that I'd looked at how much of my upper thigh was on show and I hadn't pulled my dress back into place to hide my stocking tops from him, his smile widened, he nodded at me, "Good evening Vicky...that dress looks much better tonight than it did when you wore it for me last year!"

Because Ron seemed to be talking to himself, Winston moved to see what Ron was looking at, Winston grinned at me and said, "Good evening Mrs Clarke, I'm happy to see you again so soon!"

I'd finished the alterations to Mike's database and I'd entered the two invoices that he'd given to me so that I could get the company data correct in the computer.

Mike let me out from the back of the bar area and Ron streaked across the room like a 'Pussy seeking Missile'. Ron offered me a drink but at that moment I'd picked up my glass of wine and took a sip.

"So, how exactly do you know the team captain of Rushden Lakes Team?"

"He accused me of shoplifting earlier today when John was buying my new stockings!"

Ron gave me a smile and a wink, "He's a big lad isn't he...built like a big black shithouse!"

The game had got under way and Ron stood talking to me at the side of the bar, "Ron, tell me the truth, did John tell you about our shopping trip?"

Ron gave me a little chuckle..."You can't blame the boy, that's the most exciting thing that's happened to him in his life!"

"Did John suggest that you come down to the pub tonight?"

"No, he did tell me that you were bringing Alan his lap top here and that you had something to do for Mike...I decided to pop along and see what you looked like in my dress...wearing it the way it was designed to be worn...did I buy you those shoes as well?"

I nodded my head.

"I have good taste don't I!"

The game was 'Honours Even' with one match to go, just Brian Glover and Winston left to play when John arrived. Ron bought his son a beer and all eyes were on the last game. Like the match so far, Brian and Winston's match was an even match, it was all down to the final black ball. Winston sank the last ball to take the first game of the season...the first match of the season and the first match that Winston's team had played in the Northamptonshire League.

There was a sudden discussion between Ron and John...Ron suggested that Winston deserved some sort of reward for such an outstanding game. John looked at me and he grinned, "How about it Vicky darling, would you be willing to give Winston a kiss to reward him for such an exciting game?"

I smiled at my husband, "No...not in here in front of everyone at any rate!"

I let my eyes flick from John's face to Ron's. Ron looked like he'd just had a eureka moment! He jumped up and shouted out, "Mike, drinks all round...let's celebrate the best opening match of any season so far."

Ron caught Winston's arm and pulled him to one side, it was a very short conversation and then Ron went to Mike to pay for the round of drinks. Winston was on cola because he was driving the bus, he didn't even pick his glass up, he went straight out of the back door, it lead to the toilets and also out into the car park. Ron came over to me and offered me his hand, I was pulled to my feet and we followed John out through the back door on Winston's tail.

I was expecting to be pushed into the men's toilet and into Winston's arms but we went into the car park, the door to the back of the bus was open and I was taken to the step, "John kissed me and he whispered, Winston's waiting for his kiss inside...don't worry though, me and my dad are right here if Winston tries to go further than you want him to go!"

I climbed up into the bus and looked back, Ron and John could see everything that was going on in the bus as I approached Winston.

I walked slowly until I was two feet away from Winston and he reached out and pulled me into his chest. He crushed my mouth with his lips for a passionate kiss. As we kissed he stroked his huge hands down my back to my bum and gave both cheeks a good squeeze, then he let his lips slip off mine, he put his mouth next to my ear as his right hand left my bum and felt for the bow in the belt holding my dress closed. As Winston pulled at the loose end of the belt he whispered, "Your father-in-law said that I can't fuck you, he thinks that would be too much for your husband...Let's see just how far I can go though!"

He pulled the lose end of my belt and then slipped his hands inside my now open dress. I looked over my shoulder as Winston eased the front of my dress open wider. There were massive grins on John and Ron's faces, the grin widened as my dress was pushed off of my shoulders and my dress fell to the floor behind me.

I was now standing in just my lingerie looking at my husband and my father-in-law standing at the side of the bus.

Winston pulled my face back to him, "Open my trousers and take my cock out!"

My inner daemon was shouting in my ear, 'No...say no right now young lady!' It was no surprise to me that the voice of my daemon sounded exactly like my mother. Before I could follow her instruction though, his lips were crushing against mine again and his tongue slithered into my mouth...well, that settled it, speaking with my mouth full would just be rude so I didn't, I just rubbed my right hand down the front of his trousers. I felt the weight if his cock through his trousers and then I pulled his zip down and pulled his cock out of his pants.

Well, to say that Winston's cock was a big bugger was an understatement, I started masturbating him and then looked at my husband and his father again. Their grins were even wider now, they couldn't actually see his cock but they could see the way that my arm was moving and knew that I had his bone in my hand and I was rubbing for all I was worth.

I'd been wanking the big black man for five minutes when he unfastened my bra and pushed that off my body and his left hand went to my tits and his right hand to my cunt, easing my knickers to one side and starting my climax train rolling.

The roll started out slowly, he started to breath heavily from my handy work on his cock and as he closed in on his own orgasm, he turned my climax train's roll into an express car ride. As I climaxed a bell started to ring, it could have been caused by my powerful orgasm but then I realised that it was the bell warning customers that the pub was about to close.

John stepped into the bus just as Winston fired spunk all over my belly, "The players will be out here any minute...sorry but I'll have to call a stop to your fun!"

John picked my bra up off of the floor and then my dress, he hooked my dress over my shoulders but he kept my bra in his hand. I'd just managed to thread my belt through the little slit in the side of my dress and was in the process of tying the bow to hold it closed when the nine men from Rushden Lakes Pool Team rolled out of the pub looking for their bus.

I was surprised to see that Ron had disappeared from the pub along with his trophy. John and I walked along the roads of the village towards our home, at the half way point John said, I'm surprised that he didn't try to fuck you in the bus!"

"Would you have liked to watch him fuck me?"

I was pulled into a front garden, just one of the villagers but all of the lights around the house were out so they were either out or they were already in bed, sleeping.

John untied my belt, pulled my dress wide open and then fucked me by sliding his cock up the hole between my knickers and my leg. I was fucked with my arse resting on the edge of a dustbin and as John closed in on his orgasm I said, "He wanted to fuck me but your father told him that he couldn't!"

John grunted through his climax and as he grunted he said, "Did...you...want..him...to...fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...you?"

"Yes, but only because I knew that you were there watching and I thought that you'd like to watch!"

I didn't tie the belt on my dress as we walked home, I just held the front closed with my hand.

We fucked again when we got home, the first time we'd ever fucked in the living room. We didn't even make it to bed, after John filled my cunt with his seed again, we just cuddled together on the sheepskin rug and fell asleep.

We both woke as the dawn broke, our living room curtains were wide open and the sun shone straight on us as we lay there. It was four-thirty in the morning and the milk man was starting his rounds. The milk delivery service for our area was part of the Glebe Farm Conglomerate and if the delivery driver ever saw anyone up in our house he would stop for a coffee, he walked up to our window and looked in. John saw him, "Morning Ben, looking for coffee early this morning?"

"Not coffee boss...I went out for a curry last night and I think I have Bengal's revenge, I'm desperate for a toilet!"

I was still totally naked when I opened the front door, Ben groaned as he went too bend down and pick my milk up off of the front door step.

"Don't...I'll get the milk, you know where the bathroom is!"

I stepped out in front of the house, still totally naked, I wasn't worried in the slightest about being nude in the street in broad daylight, I didn't bend at the waist though, I squatted down demurely to pick my two bottles of milk up off the step.

While Ben was grunting in the toilet I found a housecoat to cover my body and I also found a pack of loperamide tablets so that I could fix Ben's diarrhoea problem. I sat talking to Ben in my kitchen while John was working in his office in the nude. Even though Ben had seen that I'd been totally naked with John in the living room when he'd looked in while he was searching for an early morning toilet, he didn't mention anything about that. Most men would have chanced their arm seeing a woman was totally naked a few minutes earlier and knowing that all she was wearing right then was a thin cotton house coat but Ben didn't. To Ben, this was just an everyday occurrence.

Ben had to wait a full thirty minutes to make sure that the loperamide tablet had taken effect and he wouldn't need to rush to the toilet again any time soon, while he sat there I opened my PC and did a search on sexual positions. So far I'd been taking part in sex and I was looking for some way that I could initiate sex with John...that would blow his mind after so long of my saying no to sex.

I spotted oral sex. I found the man performing oral sex on a woman first...I like that scene but felt that it would be me taking again, rather than delivering sex. I spotted the woman giving oral sex to the man next. Now that was something that I could do and me the driver rather than the passenger in the sex truck.

I read all about oral sex and then sent Ben on his way. I made John a coffee and took it through to him. He smiled up at me, "I rushed things a little last night in my eagerness to get to the pub with you and now I have to try and sort out the jumble in the figures, see what I can move into today's list."

"Okay darling, you get to work on that, I've got housework to do!"

John started to type numbers into a spreadsheet as I knelt at his side, I lifted his left elbow out of the say and leaned in, looking over the head of his cock. He jumped to attention and I took his cockhead into my mouth. I didn't deep throat him, just took his cockhead and the first inch below his glans. That part of his cock that wasn't in my mouth was fair game for my hand as I sucked and I ministered to his cock until it exploded in my mouth.

"Was that okay for you darling?"

"Fucking fantastic...thanks."

"Right then, time to clean the bathroom and wash the clothes from yesterday." And with that I walked out of John's little office feeling that I'd achieved so much in twenty-five hours.

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