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First Published: 23 February 2016

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My Next Door Saviour Part 3
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Romance, Masturbation, Public Nudity

I was taking a bath when Johnny got home, he was surprised that I wasn't in the kitchen cooking dinner but he was happy to find me naked in the bath tub.

"Did you remember to ring the surgery to get an appointment to see the doctor?"

I pointed to the medicine cabinet on the bathroom wall, Johnny picked up the box of antibiotic pills and read the name, then he turned the box to see all four sides, "How come you got in to see the doctor so soon and how come this box of pills doesn't have the usual NHS label?"

"Well, I saw a private doctor; I had the pills and cream at eight thirty this morning so I'm well on the way with my treatment. Sandra put the cream on me this morning, I thought that you might do it for me after my bath and before we go to bed tonight."

Johnny was looking at the bath, looking at the space between my legs. "You think the bathtub is big enough for the both of us Vicky?"

I looked up into his eyes and smiled, "Be a bit snug, I told you when we bought this place that we needed a bigger bathroom with a full size bathtub."

Johnny stripped naked and slipped into the water with me. I lifted my bottom out of the water and let him put his legs under my bottom before sitting back down on top of his legs. I washed his hair, his face and neck, this chest, arms and belly. By the time I was rubbing soap into his pubic hair his cock was rock hard. I soaped my hands and took a firm but slippery hold of his cock; I was using both hands to rub his cock clean, very clean. It didn't take very long to spoil the bathwater. Johnny climaxed very quickly and his spunk floated around just under the surface of the water, he had shot off so much that the strings of his little tadpoles seemed to be everywhere in the tub.

Johnny lay back in the water to enjoy his post climactic glow, "I forgot to ask you last night, you know, finding how sore you were and everything! When Roger caught us in the field and asked me if you would suck his cock too. What would you have done if I had told him that he'd have to ask you instead of me just telling him flat out that you wouldn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, would you have sucked his cock for him, or given him hand relief?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I might have wanked him if you had asked me to, especially if he had threatened to report us for...well...you know, me being naked in the field and giving you oral sex."

Johnny smiled at me, "Would you be willing to suck another man's cock now that you're almost a professional at it?"

I grinned at him, "Do you want me to suck another man's cock?"

"You want me to be totally honest?"

I nodded my head.

"Until this week I would have said no but because of the games we've been playing...I actually think I do. I got a huge kick yesterday when Roger stumbled across us and you were naked on your knees sucking my cock, even more exciting because you didn't do anything to hide yourself, you just knelt there letting Roger look at your naked body for what seemed like thirty minutes, it was totally fantastic!"

I chuckled, "It didn't seem more than a few seconds to me but then I was catatonic and couldn't move if I had wanted to!"

"Did you want to?"

I thought about it for a long time, "Probably not, I know Roger, I didn't feel threatened by him so I was happy...ish not to rush to cover up, his bloody dog on the other hand, that monster terrified me, I think Brutus had more evil intent than Roger!"

"Oooooh! Doggy fun!"

"Forget it buster."

"Right, let's get dry and I'll put some cream on the 'Kitty-clitty!' and then we need to think about dinner, any ideas what we're going to have?"

"Getting late, it'll have to be something quick!"

I lay on the bed and Johnny got on his knees between my thighs the way he had the evening before, "Hey, this doesn't look half as red and angry as it did last night, those tablets and the cream must be bloody good if they are working already!"

I propped my upper body up so I could look down between my legs, Johnny pushed my prepuce up to uncover my clitoris, it didn't take nearly as much effort to uncover my clit as it did the evening before, Johnny said, "The hood doesn't feel half as thick as it did last night!"

Johnny put a dollop of cream on the tip of his index finger and he smothered my clitoris with it taking me very close to a climax in the process, then he allowed the hood to slide back into place over my clitoris before repeating the process all over again but this time he brought me off to a wonderful little climax.

I put a nighty on to wear around the house, Johnny looked thoughtful or pensive, perhaps even disappointed, "Don't worry I'll take it off before bedtime so we can sleep naked together!"

"It's not that, I was just wondering why some clothes are called nighties and some are called cocktail dresses but to all intents and purposes they are the same things."

"I guess that it's just the clothing manufacturers, they label something a nighty and price it at fifteen pounds, label it a cocktail dress and price it at seventy pounds or above for exactly the same thing."

We walked down into the kitchen and looked through the cupboards, the only thing that we had that would be quick would be cold cuts and salad but Johnny turned his nose up at that.

"Why don't we walk down to the chippie? We could get two fish suppers and eat them as we walk home!"

"And I suppose that I'm not expected to put any other clothes on!"

"Well, if your nighty could be a cocktail dress then it could be a summer dress, couldn't it?"

"I don't think you'll be satisfied until I'm walking down Main Street in the nude at rush hour. And anyway, a fish supper is like ten times the calories that I need."

"That's okay, we can walk along sharing one fish supper like we did when we were kids and couldn't afford one each, be romantic, like old times."

So that was how I found myself walking with my husband through our estate and into town together with me dressed in just my nighty, no bra but because of the risk of a gust of wind, I had put panties on under it. It was about a mile and a half from our house to the chip shop in town, Johnny stopped the owner of the chip shop putting our food into a styrene box, he wanted it in newspaper but they didn't have any actual newspapers, the paper they used to wrap the boxes with was called newsprint but it was clean.

Johnny actually spotted an old copy of Metro; the free paper left on every bus, train or shop and over wrapped our food to look authentic. We walked around the town looking in shop windows as we ate; we bumped into Greg King in the shopping centre, he was the substitute darts player on Johnny's pub team and he was in town to pick up a few bottles of wine. He was surprised to see Johnny and me eating as we walked along sharing from the same paper parcel of food and he did a double take when he realised what I was wearing.

"I was sent out to get wine, Paul and Elizabeth Whitehead popped round for a drink, why don't you come home with me, make a bit of a party of it?"

"I can't drink, I have to keep my wits about me at work tomorrow, I'm probably on security again at work looking for shoplifters."

Johnny asked me if I wanted any more food but I'd had enough so Johnny asked Greg if he wanted to share, I saw Greg fighting the urge to make a joke at Johnny's expense, eventually Greg composed himself enough to reach into the paper and pull a piece of fish out of the paper and pop it into his mouth as he looked me over from tit to toe.

The three of us walked along, Johnny and Greg making small talk, when we got into our estate we reached Greg's house first, I was about to say my goodnights to Greg when he checked his watch, "Look Johnny, it's still early, why don't you just pop in for one drink, I'll make Vicky a tea or a coffee or something, come on, what do you say?"

Johnny looked over to me, asked me his question with his eyes, I shrugged my shoulders, he could take my reply as, 'I don't mind, it's up to you!' so Johnny said, "Okay, just one glass!"

Greg opened his front gate and led the way down the path, Johnny followed Greg and I brought up the rear, I noticed that the living room lights were off but the little room behind the living room that we used as a dining room had its lights on, there was little furniture in that room, the floor seemed to be covered in large scatter cushions, I spotted Greg's wife Mary reclining on one cushion and Paul Whitehead appeared to be paying her a lot of attention from the cushion to her right while Elizabeth sat on the opposite side of the room watching them.

Greg spotted what I was looking at before he unlocked the front door and as soon as he walked in the front door he called out, "I'm back and I've brought Johnny and Vicky with me!"

Greg closed the curtains over the living room windows, he must have realised that the darker it got outside the more visible his back sitting room became to those in the street outside.

"Johnny, red or white wine?"

"Red."

"You're red as well aren't you Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth nodded her head.

Greg looked over at his wife, "Your usual white wine darling?"

Mary said, "Yes please darling."

"What about you Paul, red or white?"

"I'll share white with Mary thanks."

Greg looked around the room, "Right, Victoria, you sit along the back wall close to Paul, you can put your hot coffee out of the way on the on the footstool in the corner, Johnny, you sit by the kitchen door next to Elizabeth to share the red wine and I'll sit between Vicky and Elizabeth so I can get at the red wine too."

'Setup' sounded in my head, strange how the room would be boy- girl - boy - girl - boy - girl going around the room from the kitchen door. I heard the kettle boiling and the chink of glasses from the kitchen. Greg came back into the room carrying a tray with five large wine glasses and the two bottles of wine on it, he passed the glasses around and set the white wine bottle between his wife and Paul and the red wine in front of Elizabeth before heading back into the kitchen to finish making my coffee, "Milk and sugar Vicky?"

"Just milk please."

Greg placed my cup of coffee on the top of the footstool at my side and then slipped down onto the cushion beside me. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. I saw Greg make eye contact with Paul and Greg winked at him, Paul almost jerked into action, "Erm, so, Greg...what are you playing with at work at the moment?"

Greg's turn to smile, "Well, we're working on an educational program at the moment to run on a tablet computer. Our customers need a program to teach young children to share and to take turns. I've adapted the program for my own amusement and have it loaded on my own tablet so I can carry on testing the principal at home but without the childish words!"

'Setup!' once again sounded in my head.

Paul was sipping his wine when Greg stopped talking and almost choked trying to speak again with a mouthful of wine, "Oh, have you got it here so we can see what it will look like?"

'Setup! if I was a cynic I'd be thinking that Johnny and I had been setup by Greg and Paul as Greg wandered off through to the living room and returned with a small table with his tablet computer on top of it.

"Right this is an adult version of the game; I put the tablet in the middle of the group and press start. This version is designed for couples and..." looked at the screen of the tablet and made sure it was at the right point and then he sat back next to me. "Once it starts it will ask us to introduce ourselves."

Johnny butted in, "Before we all get too engrossed in anything, I have to be up at six o'clock in the morning so I need to leave here by ten thirty at the latest, I'm setting my phone to warn me when we get to ten twenty-five."

A mechanical voice emanated out of the tablet, "First couple, first partner touch the screen closest to you and say your name!"

Greg leaned in and touched the screen closest to him and said "Greg."

"Greg's partner, touch the screen closest to you and say your name please."

Mary leaned in and touched the screen and said, "Mary."

"Second couple, first partner touch the screen closest to you and say your name!"

Greg gestured to Paul and Paul touched the tablet's screen and said his name and so it went until I was last, I reached out and touched the screen and said my name. The computer asked for the fourth couple but Greg said clearly "End!"

The tablet played a short tune and then it said "Paul to kiss Mary for thirty seconds!"

Then the tablet played the countdown clock tune for thirty seconds while Paul kissed Mary.

"Johnny to kiss Elizabeth for one minute!"

Once again the countdown music played from the computer Johnny had looked over towards me with a slightly worried expression on his face but I just smiled and nodded my head so he kissed Elizabeth for the full minute as the timer music played.

"Greg to kiss Victoria for ninety seconds!"

Greg covered my upper body with his and for ninety seconds we kissed each other passionately. The computer made us play a few silly games, asked us personal questions and dared us to do silly things and then turned a little more serious, "Paul to explore Victoria's body, finger tips through Clothes only until the tune ends, Same instruction for Johnny and Mary, same instruction for Greg and Elizabeth. All couples start now and remember no skin on skin contact!"

The tune started playing and Johnny slipped across the room to Mary, Paul and Greg just twisted their bodies to face the opposite way to what they were facing before. Paul's hands worked quickly; there had been no indication as to how long this part of the game would last so Paul was intent on making the most of his opportunity. I looked over at Johnny and Mary, Johnny wasn't being anywhere as fast, rough or greedy as Paul, he was just rubbing his fingertips all over her body, Greg was exploring Elizabeth in a similar way to Johnny and Mary.

Paul had rubbed his hand right between my legs through the two layers that made up my nighty and the thickness of my bikini brief panties. He obviously wasn't happy with that though because he managed to pull the thicker under part of my nighty up and then push the thin netting that covered the outside like a froth back down to cover my knickers again. Johnny looked over just as Paul rubbed his fingers over my pussy mound, covered now only by the thin cotton of my panties and a thin covering of netting, Paul's fingers drew across my mound to my hip before he started to return, he pressed down when his fingers reached the elastic around my leg-hole so his fingers eased under the cotton pushing the thin net inside my knickers, Johnny's eyes were fixed on Paul's hand as Paul forced his fingers further and further inside my panties and then his fingers headed downwards and he soon found my clitoris and brought me to an orgasm just as Johnny's mobile phone started to play the tune that he had set as his alarm.

Greg looked a little bit pissed off that Johnny and I had to go before the party reached its end game and I had no doubt that the end game wouldn't be through clothes and probably not just Greg or Paul either, I was sure that both had designs on dipping their cocks in my cunt before the evening was over, one at a time or both together.

The tablet chose that moment to end the music and as the mechanical voice was starting to speak again Greg said, "Stop!" And the game switched off and the tablet returned to its desktop.

Johnny and I stepped out into the street and turned for home, "You seem a little bit disappointed Vicky, did you want to stop a bit longer and see what the next part of the game was?"

"No but I have to say I feel a little guilty, Paul Whitehead got me off..."

Johnny butted in, "Yes I saw that, I thought it was very sexy how he got around the rules to get as close to your pussy as possible."

"...well, yes but he got me off and I feel a little guilty that I didn't get him off, you know, seems a little one sided to me."

"Well, if you feel a little guilty you could 'pay it forward' if you know what I mean?"

"No, what does 'pay it forward' mean?"

"Well, someone does something nice for you, you can either pay them back by doing something nice for them or pay it forward to someone else and hope that in the future, that person will do something nice for someone else."

"So, what you're saying is, I should do something nice for you because Paul did something nice for me?"

"Not necessarily, come here; let's walk the long way home over the playing fields."

Johnny opened the gate to the park and we started out across the football and cricket pitches, I was surprised that half way across the field I was still dressed, we reached the point that I was sucking Johnny's cock the day before when Roger from the end of our street had caught us. I heard a whistle in the distance and Johnny said, "That must be Roger and Brutus, would you give Roger hand or oral relief if I asked you to? You know, pay it forward to Roger!"

"Would you want me to give sexual relief to another man?"

"I think so; it was fantastic watching Paul giving you an orgasm and now I'd like to see you doing the same for someone else."

In the distance, in the direction that we'd heard the whistling coming from we saw three shapes coming out of the gloom, two human and one, the hound from hell. Two men were approaching Johnny and me talking together as they walked along. I recognised Roger after a while and as they got closer and realised that we were standing on the path ahead of them. Roger whispered, "That's the couple I mentioned last night, but last night, she was totally naked and she was sucking her husband's cock!" He had whispered his comment but I heard him anyway in the still night air.

I whispered "No!" to Johnny, I might have been tempted to wank or even suck Roger if he had been on his own but now that there were two of them I'd cooled to the idea totally.

When Roger reached us Brutus started jumping up at me almost knocking me to the floor, Roger apologised for Brutus's behaviour, "There's a bitch on heat in one of the houses up on the main road and Poor old Brutus has been driven mad for almost an hour now, oh, and this is my son-in-law Steve, my daughter's pissed at him for something so he's now sleeping on my sofa for a couple of days."

Roger usually walked all the way around the outside of the field during his nightly dog walking exercise but because Brutus had been pulling at the leash so much Roger decided to cut his walk short and he decided to walk back the shortest route home with Johnny and me. Half way across the field Brutus disturbed a rabbit which took off towards the woods behind our houses and Brutus took off after it taking the leash straight out of Roger's hand.

Roger was taken by surprise and left rubbing the back if his left hand and then it dawned on him that once Brutus lost interest in the rabbit he would start hunting for the bitch on heat up by the main road and that could be dangerous with the increase in traffic volume and speed up on the main road.

"Brutus, here boy, Brutus come back boy!"

Roger set off at a slow lope along the right hand path into the woods following after Brutus, Johnny ran a lot faster but he took the middle path into the woods leaving Steve and me standing in the field on our own.

Steve looked at me and he smiled, "So Victoria...my father-in-law tells me that he thinks that you and Johnny have been married for about seven years now!"

"Yes, almost eight now."

"My father-in-law thinks that you and Johnny are starting to experiment a little, he tells me that you go to work almost naked and that last night you were out here totally naked and sucking Johnny's cock for him. How far have you gone so far?"

I wondered to myself why being asked such things by a total stranger while standing in the middle of an unlit field at eleven o'clock at night didn't worry or embarrass me one little bit but it didn't, I didn't even try to avoid eye contact.

"What do you mean how far have I gone so far?"

"Well, have you had sex with another man yet?"

"No!"

"Have you done anything with another man?"

I pondered my response for a while before I thought, 'Damned it, why should I be so coy, Johnny wants to watch me do more with another man anyway!'

There was the distant sound of a branch breaking in the woods and Roger calling Brutus' name again. I looked over to the edge of the wood and spotted Johnny holding Brutus' lead, the dog sitting at Johnny's side as Roger's voice came from even further in the woods calling for his dog again.

"Earlier tonight we were in a house with two other couples and one of the other men masturbated me through my dress."

Steve grinned wider, "You mean your nighty?"

"Well, it's thick enough to wear outside but it is supposed to be a nighty."

Steve stepped in closer and put his left hand on my ribs under my arm, "Mmmmm, no bra on under your nighty!"

His right hand slipped onto my left hip and he feigned a frown, "Knickers on though, that's a pity! So, what are you willing to do for a horny stranger in the middle of a field?"

I looked over to the woods again and saw Johnny taking a step back into the shadows.

"Don't worry about them, that mad fucking dog will be gone all night long, they won't be back anytime soon!"

Roger shouted Brutus' name again way in the distance.

"I might give a horny stranger a wank."

"Would you do it in the nude?"

I let my eyes flick over to Johnny again, he was about sixty feet away, then I looked all around again, "I think I'm a little exposed here, when I stripped off yesterday for my husband we were over by the brook and hidden on three sides by the bushes."

Steve frowned again, this time I thought he was seriously frowning rather than just playacting.

"If we were a little closer to the woods I might."

Steve kissed me and took my hand, he was going to lead me to the right hand side of the woods by the path his father-in-law took but I managed to steer him over to the middle of the woods, "More secluded in the middle!" 'And closer to my husband, just in case!'

I could almost hear Johnny breathing we were so close to him. I bent forward slightly, gripped the bottom hem of my nighty and pulled it off over my head in one fluid movement, I tossed my nighty casually over a branch so my hands were free but the nighty was out of the mud.

"What about your panties, are they coming off?"

My fingers were hooked into the waistband of my knickers but I checked myself, "I'm not going to let you fuck me!"

"Okay, I understand, now let's see you totally naked...please!"

I pulled my panties down and they left damp trails down the insides of my legs because I was so turned on that it felt like I had pissed myself. I was going to throw my knickers over the same branch as my nighty but Steve was on me in a flash, his mouth eating my lips hungrily, his left hand on my breasts and his right hand between my legs. I almost had to fight to get his cock out of his trousers; my knickers just fell to the ground in the flurry of hands. I got a good grip of his cock and started to rub him wildly as he brought me to a powerful orgasm.

I was almost totally lost in the act but had enough presence of mind to position myself and Steve to give Johnny the best view of what was going on possible. Steve reached his point of no return and he twisted his body so that his cockhead was pressing into my hairy pubic mound as he spurted off, covering my pussy and lower abdomen in his semen.

There was a sound of branches breaking about three feet behind me as Roger came through a wall of branches, he said, "I couldn't fin..." There was a look of shock on his face as he saw me totally naked with his son-in-law, his cock head buried in my pubic hair and spunk dripping from my pussy and onto the dirt beneath me. "...nd Brutus anywhere!"

Roger walked up to me, I was about to turn towards him but Steve held me facing him, "Have you ever tried anal sex Victoria?"

I looked into Steve's eyes as I shook my head, "That's a pity because Roger loves to fuck a woman in her arse, especially if it's still really tight!"

Roger was opening his trousers as he reached me. I tried to turn again but Steve held my face to his trying to kiss me again, I managed to get my face free long enough to tell Roger that he couldn't fuck me, especially not in that particular hole.

Roger reached around and pushed Steve's hands away from my breasts so he could use them any way he liked and I have to say that for an older man, Roger liked to play rough with my titties. While Roger was squeezing and pinching my breasts he started to rub his cock against my bottom. I pulled my mouth away from Steve's again, "Roger, you can't put your cock in me, full stop!"

Roger pushed his cock lower down and bent his knees slightly and inserted his cock between my thighs and used the soft flesh of my inner thighs to hump himself off against, he was biting down on my shoulder as he masturbated himself using my body. I opened my eyes and let them flick over towards Johnny; he was standing still holding Brutus in his left hand and his own cock in his right hand.

Steve reached between my legs and he put his fingers under his father-in-law's cockhead and pushed it up hard against my labia and clitoris as Roger grunted ever closer to his orgasm. Roger bit my neck harder and I gasped in pain just as Roger said "I'm cuming Steve!"

Steve forced his hand between my legs and he took a hold on Roger's cock and held it hard against my bum-hole as Roger started firing his juice he began pushing up hard against my bum and every spot of his semen was injected up my back passageway.

I looked over at Johnny again; I actually saw his sperm firing all over the floor and the back of Brutus' head. Johnny slipped away pulling Brutus behind him, Roger's cockhead was just being held in place by my anal muscle, he had stopped pushing and Steve had let go of Roger's cock and then, as if by way of payment, Steve used his fingers to masturbate me to several more climaxes and as I climaxed I could feel my anal muscle nipping at the tip of Roger's cockhead.

Suddenly about a hundred feet inside the wood Johnny's voice rang out, "Come here you little bugger...hey guys, I've found Brutus!"

Steve and Roger just looked at each other, they grinned and then Steve handed me my nighty back, "You'd better put this on quickly before Johnny gets back out here."

Johnny dragged Brutus out of the woods and handed him over to Roger, telling him to keep a tighter hold on the dog this time. Johnny fought off the urge to grin at me and the five of us all walked along chatting together, well, four of us chatted, the smallest member of our group spent the whole time jumping up in front of me trying to lick at the semen covering my belly.

When we got in home Johnny laughed out loud, "I thought that you had chickened out of helping Roger because Steve was with him..." Johnny kissed me passionately and then he held me at arm's length so that he could look at me as I pulled my nighty off over my head and Johnny rubbed his fingers over the thick semen matted hair covering my mons.

"Thanks for doing that for me with Steve and Roger, I had a ball watching you."

"I know and poor old Brutus got an earful of your spunk because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"And talking about the wrong place, did Roget get his cock up your bum in the end?"

"No, he got fucking close to it though, he managed to get all of his spunk up there with Steve's help, can you believe that Steve grabbed a hold of his father-in-law's cock and held it up against my bum?"

"I think that the two of them often double team women, I wouldn't be surprised if Roger doesn't double up on his own daughter with Steve."

"I can't believe how much sex goes on behind closed curtains around here, behind closed curtains and out in the fields too!"

Because Johnny had looked after his own needs a few minutes earlier we went straight to sleep, I hadn't even bothered to take a shower or wash Steve's spunk off of my belly. I couldn't get out of early morning sex though and as had become Johnny's usual practice over the past few days he woke me fifteen minutes before the alarm clock went off and he filled my cunt with his spunk before he rubbed the medicated cream all over my clitoris.

Sandra listened to my story and wrote it all up with few comments, one that surprised me was, "I can't believe that Johnny resisted the temptation of playing Greg and Mary's game to the end. Rob couldn't leave until the end, I ended up fucking Greg and Oliver while Rob Fucked Mary and Sarah, in fact, I think Rob fucked Sarah twice."

"Whattttt! You and Rob went through Greg's little game and never mentioned it to me!"

"Not the kind of thing you go blabbing to the neighbours about!"

"So, was Greg any good?"

"Oh Greg is a fantastic shag, that's why they use him as a recruiter for the wife swapping group."

"What about the other guy, what was his name did you say Oliver?"

"Oliver, yes, he was one of Greg's friends from work, I think Oliver and Sarah actually joined the wife swapping group, they live in Wellingborough but I often see Oliver's car outside one of the other member's houses."

"What about you and Rob, did you join the swingers?"

"Not yet, Rob's worried that some of the guys from his office might be there, he thinks it would be awkward at work but he had talked about setting up a small circle of our own friends."

"Johnny thinks that quite a few of the guy's from his dart's team are swingers. That's where he knows Greg from; Greg is the dart's teams substitute player."

Sandra looked thoughtful for a moment, "Rob's interested in you, you must know that!"

"Well, I know he flirts a lot with me but, you know, he flirts a lot with every woman."

"Oh no, he really would love to fuck you, he'd love to fuck you while me and Johnny watch, like a stage show kind of thing and then I could fuck with Johnny while you and Rob watch us. How do you think Johnny would like that?"

"I'll have to ask him but the way things are going at the moment I'm sure he'd love to watch Rob fuck me and I know that Johnny would love to fuck you too!"

I shouldn't have been turned on, after all I'd had so many orgasms the previous evening and Johnny had already fucked me just an hour or so earlier and he had given me an extra orgasm when he applied the cream to my clitoris but I was turned on, in fact I was about as horny as Brutus was the evening before when he had scented the bitch on heat on the main road.

I went to my wardrobe, push up bra, tight top and very short skirt and patent leather shoes with two inch high, Cuban heels.

Once again I was on security but after four hours I hadn't seen a single suspicious person and the fact that about three hundred men hit on me during my shift did nothing to quell the horny feelings I'd had all day. On my walk home I bumped into Mary, she asked me around for coffee, I told her that I was due to meet Sandra and Mary phoned Sandra and invited her around to her house for coffee as well.

Sandra was waiting at Mary's front door when Mary and I arrived and we all had a very civilised cup of coffee together, Mary hinted that her friends were upset that Sandy didn't go to a party after going through the joining ritual with her and Greg.

"What was the problem, didn't Greg or Oliver give you a good enough time?"

"God no, it wasn't anything like that, we just haven't decided what we're looking for yet."

"We gave you the names and addresses of all of our group handed them your names and address, they expected to hear from you by now! Oliver and Sarah have been to a dozen parties since our evening together and they are now holding parties at their own house in Wellingborough, they've even started recruiting new members of their own."

I was starting to feel that Mary was putting a little too much pressure on Sandra just because she hadn't allowed half the estate to fuck her so I made the excuse that I had to cook Johnny's dinner and it was darts match night and it would start in a few hours and Sandra surfed out with me on my excuse. As we started walking down the road towards home I said, "So what is supposed to happen at these swingers parties then?"

"Sex, just sex and lots of it!"

"How many couples would usually turn up at one of these parties?"

"Depends on the house and the host's, most parties have one couple per 'Usable' room. Greg and Mary have two bedrooms and they can close off the living room from their playroom so the most people they would have on a party night would be four couples. The house on The Reach is a five bedroom, four reception roomed house, so they would usually have nine couples on a party night, Rob and I were supposed to go there for our first party so I would have been expected to have sex with eight strangers, Rob would have had his choice of any of the other eight women, in fact he could have fucked all eight of them if he had wanted or rather if he had been able too."

"I take it that you didn't want to have sex with eight strangers at the same time?"

"I have to say that I was really tempted but when Greg invited me and Rob to go I had my reservations so Oliver and Sarah took that place at the party and Rob and I said that we'd have to think about things and let Greg know when we'd made up our minds."

"I have to say that I like the idea of having sex with eight men, one after the other."

Sandra looked thoughtful for a moment, "One of my old school friends was on the list that Greg gave us, I asked her what happened at her first party, she only had six men to contend with but they were all in the room with her at once, the other five wives had a little cheese and wine party while her husband took them one at a time to one of the other bedrooms, he managed three women in the evening but my friend took all the other men three or four times each. She told me that at some parties there seems to be two or three men to every woman but once you get into a darkened bedroom, it's really hard to tell if you've been fucked by the same man two or three times or a string of different men."

"And is that why you got cold feet?"

"Sure, I think I'd rather play a clean game than a rigged one!"

I had Johnny's dinner on the go by the time he got home, he popped up stairs and got in the shower, I followed him up and got in the shower with him, I wanked him off in the shower, just five minutes but that was all the time I had or our dinner would have burned.

I told Johnny everything that I'd found out about Greg's happily horny band of friends and the fact that Sandra's friend suspected that they were slipping extra men into the mix because women could handle many more sexual partners than the men could.

"Sandra was wondering if you fancied having sex with her because Rob would love to fuck me, she even suggested that we start our own little swingers club with a few trusted friends."

Johnny's face split into a wide grin as he shoved the final fork full of food into his mouth and he raised his eyebrows twice.

"Sandra thought that you and she could watch me and Rob fucking and then I and Rob could rest and watch you and Sandra fucking as our introduction to wife swapping proper."

"God that sounds really erotic, when can we arrange our first swing with Rob and Sandy?"

"Well, we could have done it tonight but you've got a dart's match in thirty minutes, I'll have a word with her in the morning, see if her and Rob would like to make an evening of it tomorrow night."

Johnny grinned at me again, "That will be brilliant if you can, are you coming to the dart's match with me tonight?"

"How would you like me to dress?"

"Erm, I think your white tube top and the shortest skirt you have."

"What kind of lingerie?"

Johnny grinned again, "None please!"

As we walked to the pub I remembered back to Tuesday night when I'd gone with Johnny to the training night for his darts team, I'd worn a long coat on my way to the pub because I was a little shy and didn't want my neighbours to see me wearing tight jeans and an even tighter top. Now, just two days later I was happily walking through the estate wearing just a miniskirt and boob-tube without a single stitch of clothing under.

I sat at the back of the bar, on Tuesday I'd bowed to pressure and moved closer to the dartboard but on Thursday there really wasn't any room at that end of the bar. Johnny bought me a drink but Greg brought it over to me, as Greg was the substitute he wouldn't be playing unless there was a dart related injury or someone fell into the faggot and pea supper at the mid-point of the match.

Greg slipped into the booth next to me, "I was really pissed off that Paul Whitehead got his fingers into your knickers but I didn't get the chance to!"

"And you won't get your hands into my knickers tonight either."

"Why not?"

I leaned in to whisper in his ear even though there were no people anywhere close to us, put my mouth against his ear and whispered as quietly as I could and said, "Because I don't have any on!"

Greg looked around the room; Johnny was playing one of his matches, a lacklustre affaire. The game was five hundred and one down; they didn't need a double to start but did need a double to end. Johnny lost his match but he was playing the opposition's best player, throughout the evening Johnny would play each of the other team's players and would hope to win more matches than he lost.

Johnny brought his pint over to our table and slumped down in the seat next to me, he was deflated, he knew that he couldn't win every match but that didn't stop him brooding when he did lose one. He leaned forward and looked over at Greg sitting on the other side of me, Greg was staring down at the hem of my short skirt almost licking his lips. Johnny kissed me on my cheek and then whispered in my ear, "What's up with Greg?"

I turned my head and whispered in Johnny's ear, "I just told him that he can't get his fingers in my knickers because I'm not wearing any."

Johnny leaned away from me and he had a light-bulb moment, then he leaned in and whispered, "How would you like to be a prize?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking of offering a blow-job from you for the player who wins his game with the fewest number of darts, would you be willing to do that?"

"Sure, if you ask me to I'll do it!"

Johnny was suddenly lifted out of the doldrums and he almost ran around his team mates whispering his prize idea to them all. Suddenly things started to change, for me too, suddenly I was a part of the game, not as a player but as the prize so suddenly I wanted to see how people were playing. I moved away from my table and stood closer to the board so I could see how people were playing.

I watched the end of the game that was playing out as Johnny had been telling everyone about his prize idea. Our team lost that game so we were two - nil down. Our team captain, John Wilkinson played next against their worst player, John started with a treble nineteen and then he hit two triple tops, so in his first three darts he had managed to score one hundred and seventy seven, leaving him three-two-four to go for, his opponent hit a single twenty, very close to the triple zone but just the wrong side of the line. His second dart scored a triple five and his third scored a single one. So a total of thirty-six scored leaving him four-six-five to get.

John racked up three triple tops so scored one hundred and eighty, leaving him one-four-four to get, his opponent scored three single twenty's but they were all clustered close to the treble zone so he was left with four-zero-five to get.

Everyone came to watch John's next turn; one-four-four could be made in just three darts, two triple tops and a double twelve. A nine dart finish was the fewest number of darts that you could end a game of five hundred and one and it was world professional standard so everyone wanted to witness it if it happened, John was spot on target and ended the match in just nine darts so it looked like I would be giving oral sex to John Wilkinson at the end of the match.

I thought all interest would end once John Wilkinson got a nine dart finish that couldn't be beat but I was wrong, it seemed that everyone was trying to at least equal John's result, no one did but at the end of the evening after the one hundredth game was over our team posted its best score ever.

I asked Johnny where I'd be going to give the team captain his reward, Johnny had arranged for the barman to open up the function room at the back of the pub. At ten fifteen, when both teams would usually have a few serious drinks before closing at eleven o'clock I took John Wilkinson's hand and guided him back to the large function room. As the door from the bar closed behind us there was a huge cheer and lots of wolf whistles coming from the rest of our team.

"What would you like me to do for you John?"

"What's on offer? Johnny mentioned oral sex!"

"Anything short of full sex, what would you like?"

"Well, for a start off, I'd like to see what your wearing under your tube-top and skirt, some of the guys recon you're naked under them!"

I put my fingers under the top hem of my tube-top and pushed down in one movement, catching the waistband of my skirt as my fingers past and both items of clothing fell to the floor. I stepped out of the circle of cloth around my feet and I walked over to John, rubbed his bulging cock through his trousers before I started unfastening his belt. We kissed as I pulled his cock out of his trousers and I rubbed him as we kissed until he was almost ready to climax and then I stopped and dropped to my knees and licked around his cock and balls until he'd calmed down and then I used my mouth to bring him back close to the boil and stopped again, I looked up into his eyes, "You want to come in my mouth or over my tits?"

"Can I tit-fuck you?"

I rose up slightly and put his cock between my breasts and I used my tits to make him cum. He managed to get spunk right up to the top of my head as well as all over my face and tits. Fortunately I'd brought my handbag so at least I had tissues with me so I could clean his spunk off of my body. John waited with me while I cleaned myself up and got dressed again, it was almost weirder having a man who was almost a stranger watching me clean up and get dressed, to me more weird than sucking a stranger's cock.

We walked back into the bar together to another round of whistling, jeering and clapping, this time the bar only had our team, the opposition had all left. Johnny was grinning like a school kid at me, I just walked past him and said, "It's late, if you want to cum before you go to sleep we'd better go now."

We got home at eleven fifteen, well past the usual time that we would have been asleep but I still spent fifteen minutes giving Johnny oral sex, practicing getting his cock into my throat and letting it slip out again several times before swallowing it into my throat and using my swallow reflex to finish him off.

In the morning Johnny woke me for a fifteen minute fuck before the alarm clock went off. I wondered why I let him fuck me so often when I got so little pleasure or feeling as he fucked me, especially when it was just a fifteen minute quickie, I actually derived more fun from wanking him by hand or sucking his cock now that I'd gotten used to doing it properly.

After Johnny went to work Sandy called round for a coffee and a chat about what I had got up to the previous evening. She wrote up the notes in my diary and then she put a single droplet of the third hormone onto the pad on the plaster and she stuck it to my arm.

"Oh, by the way, I mentioned your swing idea to Johnny, he'd love to watch Rob fucking me and then fuck you while Rob and I watched, he wondered if you guys would like to try tonight as we're not at work on Saturday so we don't have to call a halt at bed time."

Sandra grinned, "I told Rob last night that you might be up for it and he actually climaxed in his jeans without anyone touching him."

I left for work three hours later, I felt warm between my legs and as I walked to work I actually climaxed just from walking. At work I had to keep stopping myself humping against inanimate objects, I was like a bitch in heat. For the first time in my life I wanted to approach a man for sex. I had to fight all shift. On my way home I phoned Johnny and asked him where he was, "Why?"

"Because I'm as horny as hell and want to fuck someone!"

"Wow, what's cum over you darling!"

"I have no idea; I'm climaxing just from walking along the street!"

"Well, I'm in the office, there's not much I can do about it!"

I heard the mouthpiece of Johnny's phone being covered but that never worked on modern phones, I heard a faint, "Is there a problem at home Johnny?"

"My wife has locked herself out of the house and the neighbour who usually holds our spare key is on holiday at the coast."

"Well, it's been a long hard week, why don't you knock off early today and go and rescue your damsel in distress, I'll see you bright and early on Monday morning."

Johnny uncovered the mouthpiece of his phone, "Okay darling, just carry on home and I'll be there waiting for you when you get home."

I almost ran home but had to stop when my knees went weak from a massive climax. I reached our house just as Johnny was driving onto the front. I dragged him through the front door and I fucked his brains out in the hallway with the front door wide open. Johnny was taken totally by surprise, "Is this because you're going to fuck Rob tonight?"

'Time to come clean I guess!' "The thing is...!"

I explained in great detail about the trial I was going through in the hopes that Dr Fletcher could find a treatment for my lack of sex drive that taking the birth control implants had caused. "The first two tests didn't seem to do much apart from take away a little of my natural shyness and inhibition, this third one seems to have turned me into a nymphomaniac."

"When the trial is over can we keep the bottle of number three?" Johnny asked with a grin.

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