Dear Isabella, I know you like a challenge, please could you write me a fantasy story, set in the swinging sixties, when sex was free, everyone loved each other and AIDS wasn't even a thought in a sci-fi writer's story. Love, Robert, your number one fan!

First published: 08 April 2015

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Not Quite the way He Expected!
by Isabella

You know how it is, married for almost seven years and no children, not that either of us are desperate to have children but we have had fun trying. Johnny has a few 'fantasies', he's had them for some time, I know some of them; I see the books and magazines he buys and hides in his workshop in the back garden. But the approach of our seventh wedding anniversary seemed to bring things to a head.

Johnny's birthday was a month before our anniversary and he asked me to get him a Polaroid Land Camera, you know the kind of thing, take a picture, press a button and the photograph develops in front of your eyes. I had to smile to myself when he asked me for the camera, I know that he had been looking at the latest gadget, the new fangled Digital Camera but they were new and cost a fortune and you needed a Powerful Government or University computer or something like it to do anything with the photographs that you had taken. So Johnny asked for the Polaroid, not so expensive but not cheap either, I brought the camera and a cassette of ten photographs. When I got home I opened the box to make sure I had everything I needed, good thing I did, the camera needed two 'AA' Batteries that weren't supplied but the box did contain the first pack of ten photographs, so I could hold the pack I had brought as part of his birthday present in reserve.

On the day of Johnny's birthday, I took him to a nice restaurant for a celebratory meal and on to his favourite pub for a drink. I gave him his present in the bar of the pub, when he opened it his face lit up. He took a photograph of me sitting on the pool table, I didn't want him to, I really hate to be photographed but as he said, "You're all dressed up, make-up is perfect and I've never seen your hair looking this good since our wedding day, you've gone the extra mile to look nice, it's the perfect time to have your photograph taken!" Now I know that the dress I was wearing was a little on the short side, I wouldn't have worn it in public on any other occasion but it was Johnny's birthday and it was his favourite dress.

Johnny posed me on the snooker table, just how he wanted me for his photograph, I had to place my hands behind me on the baize to stop myself falling backwards, Johnny got me to cross my legs, not very lady-like, especially in such a short dress and especially, considering we were in the public bar of the Black Swan, with six of his mates cheering and jeering at us. The flash almost blinded me and I was about to jump off of the table top when Johnny stopped me, he got all of his mates to gather round me, some kneeling on the table behind me and some standing to either side, as Johnny took the second photograph, one of his mates made a grab for my thigh, I realised instantly just what was on show to the camera when I felt bare hand on bare thigh, I made a grab for my dresses hem to try and cover myself but I was too late, I was blinded again by the second flash.

I rushed back to my usual corner seat, letting the table hide my legs from view, I had wanted to wear my usual tights, but again, Johnny had pleaded with me to wear stockings and suspender belt, he had even chosen the stockings and the belt, he had chosen my black, fully fitted, twenty denier stockings with Cuban heel and Demi-toe, I had brought them on a whim and had put them on only once before, I couldn't get the seam right so I took them off and returned to tights for that evening. Johnny had also chosen a lingerie set with a balcony bra, thong and very lacy suspender belt, all in black, I had reluctantly agreed to the bra and the stockings but I refused to wear the thong, instead I wore black bikini briefs. Johnny sulked but cheered up a little when I told him that I would put them on for him when we got home but I wasn't going to spend the whole evening with a strand of dental floss up my crack.

I had expected for Johnny to bring the photographs to me first as soon as it had finished its magic but it was passed around all six of his mates and the landlord before he brought it to me. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the photograph, I was glad that I had worn more substantial draws than Johnny had wanted as that part of my anatomy that would have been exposed in the photograph, had I taken his request to wear a thong, was, in fact, covered by the extra material in my bikini panties.

I didn't like the idea of being photographed, especially in public and especially when the photographs were passed around his friends, I knew that 'Readers Wives' photographs were one of Johnny's big fantasies, in his workshop there were at least eight magazines that were full of readers wives and girlfriends, so I knew that was one of his things, and seeing those suggestive pictures of me on the snooker table, and especially seeing Robert, one of Johnny's rugby playing friends, with his hand full of my upper thigh, I had to admit to myself that it was a little bit of a turn on to see myself that way.

The guys in the bar were all starting to get a little rowdy, they had put a 'Led Zeppelin' track on the Juke Box and there was a slight twang of 'Wacky Baccy' in the air as well as the stench of too many cigarettes. Johnny was playing with his present again, it looked like he was trying to get a picture of my cleavage, much inflated as it was by the balcony bra he had asked me to wear, I started to feel a little uncomfortable with every man in the bar looking at me and, I could read it in their eyes that they were just looking for a way to get a hold of what Robert had gotten a handfull of.

Johnny was looking like he was settling in for the night, the Black Swan was notorious for having lock-ins after hours for its regulars, I mentioned that the music and the smoke was giving me a bit of a headache and sore throat, Johnny forgot all about snapping the picture he was trying to line up. It was only ten o'clock at night but Johnny didn't want his birthday treat to end with me having a headache instead of him getting to take his birthday fuck, so, much to the derision of his friends, Johnny escorted me out of the pub.

In the car Johnny said something that struck me as a little funny, he asked if I liked Sian Porter, it only took five minutes to get home, it would have taken longer if the police had been around to breathalyse him as he was well over the limit for driving, "I don't think I know Sian Porter!" "You do, you've met her two or three times!" "Really?" "Yes, she's Robert's girlfriend, tall, blond, very long legs, speaks with a South African accent!" "Oh, yes, I do know her, never knew her name though!"

I had noticed that Johnny had been engaged in conversation with Robert a lot during the evening, I was aware that, as well as readers wives, Johnny had a thing for swinger magazines, I had found two magazines in Johnny's workshop, dozens of stories about couples swapping partners, so swinging wasn't as big a fantasy for my husband as photographs of other men's wives but still a fantasy of his, so I put two and two together, and, coupled with the fact that after seven years of marriage, Johnny had started to ask me for the more wild things in bed, I assumed that he was leading to the, 'Roger likes you, hand grabbing for my arse in the photograph, and I like Sian Porter, so we could try....'

It was Johnny's birthday, one of the days in the year that no matter how bad I felt, how Ill I was, I would have 'Welcomed' Johnny's sexual advances, even on those years that he had overdone the drink and had made a half hearted attempt at sex before falling asleep on top of me, but with the thought of Johnny trying to lead me around to swinging with his best friend and his girl friend I was definitely cooling down, sexually.

We got in the house and Johnny went to his chair, the thong that he had wanted me to wear was draped over the arm, Johnny held it up, "You said you would change into this when we got home!" Johnny had a huge grin on his face as he twirled the thong around on his finger. I took the thong and headed up to the bathroom, I wasn't shy, usually I would have just changed right there in the living room in front of Johnny but as I needed to pee I decided to change in the bathroom after I had peed.

As I left the bathroom Johnny was just coming up the stairs, the Polaroid camera in his hands spoke volumes about what he was going to ask me to do for him as part of his birthday treat. I was taken by the hand into the bedroom, Johnny started to make love to me, all the time he was asking me if he could take some pictures of me. In all honesty I didn't mind the idea of him taking a few salacious pictures of me, so long as he didn't want to go too far, I had seen pictures in Johnny's magazines that husbands and boyfriends had proudly sent in of wives and girlfriends in bra and panties, I wouldn't object to that kind of photograph, then the dental floss that made up half of my knickers cut into my bum and reminded me just how exposed I was in my current panties.

I didn't actually agree to letting Johnny take his saucy pictures of me, whenever he wanted to try something new, he always asked, I never agreed to it but he always took no answer as my agreement, the first time he wanted me to suck his cock, he asked me for weeks, I never agreed or said no, so after five weeks he just pushed his cock into my mouth. Same thing happened the first time he wanted to use my arse hole for his pleasure, he asked and asked, then he just did it, he had a lot of fun, me, not so much but on those special days, like his birthday, Christmas, Valentine's day or our wedding anniversary, I would pretty much allow Johnny to do anything he wanted to do with me sexually. With that in mind, as Johnny took a photograph of me with the front of my dress unbuttoned and my balcony bra filled to overflowing with my milky white tits, I had to tell myself, 'If he mentions swinging, just say no!'

I found myself counting, two photographs in the pub, one of me sitting on the bed with the top of my dress open, leaving seven photographs, I was really happy that I hadn't given Johnny the second film pack, as he finished unbuttoning the front of my dress and stood me in front of the mirror. Johnny posed me with my hands lifting my hair on either side of my head, with my elbows pointing forward, as Johnny took the camera away from his eye, having not taken the picture, he moved my arms so that I was still holding my hair up but now my elbows were pointing outwards, I looked down as Johnny lifted his new camera to his eye again, with my arms in the new position my dress was a little wider open than it had been but there was still only four or five inches of flesh on show, "Lift your head darling!" I looked into the camera lens as the blinding flash went off, six pictures left.

I could still see the blue white circle imprinted on my retina from the flash as Johnny brought the picture over to me to show me his masterpiece. I was very impressed, the picture was far more tasteful than I had imagined, holding my hair up had changed my appearance slightly, if a casual acquaintance of mine had seen the photograph in, say, Fiesta Readers Wives Special, they probably wouldn't have recognised me. Because the front of my dress wasn't too wide open, you couldn't really tell that I was wearing a thong, the balcony bra was, naturally, very prominent, or should I say that my breasts were very prominent in the photograph, I was impressed, I looked two cup sizes bigger than I actually was, no wonder Johnny liked me wearing bra's like that.

It took Johnny a long while, lots of kisses and sweet talking, to get me to allow him to take my dress all the way off, with picture number five being snapped as I had my back to the camera, the dress being held at waist height, me looking over my shoulder at the camera so that I could once again have my retina burned to a crisp by the flash. My shoulders were bare, apart from the lacy bra straps and I had been encouraged to 'pout' for the photograph. That picture looked classy too, my make up was a little smudged from all the kissing that Johnny had engaged me in to persuade me to let him go further with his photography.

I was beginning to regret buying the Polaroid camera, but at least he wouldn't have to take a film into Boots to get it developed. "You've seen photographs of all of your friends in bikinis while they were on holiday, and you have happily worn a bikini on the beach at Alicante with thousands of strangers looking at you, so what's the difference now, letting me photograph you in your bra and panties?" Well there was some truth in that, but there were several differences, the smallest bikini I had ever worn to the beach would have made a dozen sets of underwear like I had on at that moment, but, being photographed in my bedroom seemed a lot more 'seedy' than being dressed similarly on a public beach.

Photograph number six was again taken with my back to the camera, with me looking over my shoulder at Johnny, for that photograph I had repaired my make up, so that the pouting kiss at the lens looked better, the seams of my stockings were razor sharp and plumb-bob straight, Johnny had found my highest heeled shoes, black patent leather with a sheen like glass, I had brought them in a moment of silliness, I could stand in them OK but there was no way I would be able to walk across a room without falling and breaking my ankle or something equally serious. Johnny had also moved as far away as he could so that the photograph would capture me from head to toe.

I was a little concerned at that photograph being taken, from behind you could see that I was wearing a thong, but you would have had to look hard as the ultra thin strap that was supposed to be the back of my knickers had disappeared into my but crack and where they emerged back into the real world, they almost merged with the back of my suspender belt. When I looked at the final pose in the photograph sixty seconds later, it looked like I wasn't wearing any knickers at all.

Just four photographs left in the camera, as I looked at the sixth photograph I had to admit to myself that I didn't look at all bad and the photograph didn't look too bad either, not at all pornographic, Johnny had spent many hours looking at photographs of other readers wives in his magazines and he had worked out just how he would like to pose me when he got his opportunity, and I say when! As there seemed to be no doubt in his mind that one day he would get the equipment and that he would be able to talk me into posing for him.

The next step took Johnny a little longer, he was massaging my breasts and bottom a lot, kissing my neck and collarbone and, even something he hadn't done since we were married, he gave me a love bite, low enough down on my neck so that it wouldn't show at work the next day. Eventually he managed to talk me out of my bra and picture number seven was a close up of my breasts, me holding one breast in each hand, offering them, as it were, to the camera, I looked at the picture, a close up Johnny had promised that would show no more than my tits but when I looked, the top of my head was missing but you could see enough of my face to clearly identify me. Now nothing had been said about what was going to happen to the photographs after tonight but Johnny had already shown the first two photographs, showing all of my stocking clad legs and a good helping of my panties too, to all of his friends, I had no doubt that he would want to show his friends the rest of the pictures, his friends or worse, send them into Fiesta or one of the many other magazines he subscribed to.

I lost it slightly and made Johnny rip the seventh photograph up, Johnny was pissed off at that but he did as I asked, I think he saw the bright side, the fact that I didn't want my face to be recognised in a photograph showing my bare breasts meant that I wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss when he suggested sending them off to a magazine, I might not be too keen on him showing the guys down the Black Swan or at Rugby practice, but he could definitely see an opportunity for the readers wives page.

Johnny disappeared into the spare bedroom and returned five minutes later with a masquerade mask, the kind you held on a stick, I had no idea where it had come from, I had never owned anything like it, as I took it from him and brought it to my face I saw on the back an detriment, the mask had been part of a magazine's Halloween giveaway and Johnny had super-glued it on to a stick after hurriedly cutting it out. I held the mask in front of my eyes and Johnny took photograph number eight, same pose as number seven but this time I was offering only one breast to the camera and Johnny was a foot further away. I looked at the picture, this time the top of my head was in the photograph as were my stocking tops and everything in between. I didn't mind so much as no one would have been able to see enough of my face to recognise me in that slightly more suggestive photograph.

Johnny brought Sian Porter up again, my guard was instantly up, the first mention of swinging and I would have to jump in with a firm 'NO!' I was taken off guard as he removed my thong while talking to me about Sian, "Robert was saying earlier tonight that Sian wants to try a girl, you know, sexually! And she has mentioned that she thought you might be bi!" I was struck dumb at the fact that he and Robert had been discussing me and Robert's girlfriend like that, so dumbfounded that I didn't say anything as Johnny took photograph number nine of me totally naked, standing in front of the wardrobe doors naked but for my stockings and suspender belt. Fortunately I had remembered to lift the mask at the last moment so that my identity was hidden.

OK, not my cup of tea really, my tits and pussy on display but Johnny was going overboard as he looked at the photograph, he totally lost interest in the camera and pushed me onto the bed, he was so eager to get in me that it hurt slightly, even though I was turned on from all the attention and was wet enough, he just forced himself in so hard that it still hurt, and, strangely enough, he felt bigger to me, longer and fatter, so the photography session had definitely turned him on a lot.

As Johnny fucked me he was asking if I had ever thought of trying sex with another woman, he was also wondering why Sian Porter had thought that I may be bisexual. Our sex act may have been on the 'usual' day for the 'usual' reason but the actual fuck was far from usual. Johnny always ensured that I had a climax before he took his own but our usual sexual act would have seen Johnny shooting off just a minute or so after I started gasping through my own orgasm, this time I was in a full blown, uncontrollable, body shaking orgasm and Johnny didn't seem to be anywhere close. "Will you suck me off?" I winced, I didn't mind sucking his cock, I had done it quite a few times, usually when Johnny wanted sex but I was on my period, what I didn't fancy was, to take his cock in my mouth after he had taken it out of me. I considered asking him to wash his cock but I guessed that would take the edge off of his ardour.

As usual I didn't agree but, as usual, when he pulled his cock out of my cunt and turned his body so that his cock lined up with my mouth, I opened up and allowed him to push it into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own juice, I didn't find it particularly pleasant but then it wasn't as unpleasant as the taste when Johnny fired off in my mouth, as he usually did after less than a minute of my sucking him.

Talk about shock and surprise, Johnny turned his body a little further, he started to massage my labia and clitoris, the only time I had been in this position with him in the past was when I was on my monthly bleed, and at that time I wouldn't have allowed him to touch me down there and he would have had no interest in going there either. First a fingering, then a mouth, I was rocketing off to a very high climactic orbit, if possible, even higher than when Johnny fucked me. I had my left hand wrapped around his cock, sliding back and forth as my mouth and tongue worked on his cockhead, my right hand was on the back of Johnny's head, forcing it down harder against my pussy.

There was another first, I had a second and then a third climax, chained, one after the other. And another first, Johnny had made my jaw ach to the point that I could suck him no longer, over fifteen minutes of very hard work on my part and yet Johnny seemed no closer to climaxing than he was while he was fucking me.

As soon as my mouth left his cock and I told him I couldn't carry on, well, more like gasped that I couldn't carry on, Johnny spun his body around again and stabbed at my cunt with his ramrod hard cock, this time it didn't hurt as he entered me but it did as the head of his cock crashed against my cervix, he had lifted my knees and was throwing his body down on top of mine, it felt like he was trying to drill a hole all the way through to my spine. Our third act had started well after midnight, I was drenched in perspiration as was the bed beneath me, Johnny was putting so much effort into fucking me that salty sweat was running like a stream off of his body and down onto mine, adding to the disgusting smell and wetness.

"Well, what do you think about Sian Porter?" Johnny gasped, not through his climax but just through the pure physical exertion that he was putting into fucking me. I was unable to answer him as I was gasping for oxygen through yet another climax. "You know, if she asked you, to, well, you know, you wouldn't make her feel uncomfortable would you?"

Unfortunately there was no way I could answer him, and, equally unfortunately, Johnny would take my 'not answering' him as a sign that I would be willing to entertain that idea. I managed to look at the time, almost one thirty in the morning, Johnny had given me an almost continuous orgasm for over two hours, the bed was stinking and soaking wet, I was too, work in the morning kept sending it's warning messages to me, I was enjoying the sex far more than I had ever done before but I knew that I would be shit for work in the morning.

"Are you happy?" I managed to nod my head as Johnny continued pounding his meat into me, "I mean, are you happy for me to cum now?" Again, all I could do was nod my head, I was surprised that I was still able to do that I was so exhausted. "Well, can I come now?" I nodded again, "I mean any way that I want to cum?" After such a wonderful fuck I'd have walked over hot coals for Johnny, I guessed that he would want to invade my anus; it was so tight in there that he always climaxed in a few pushes, it usually hurt me like hell but it was always over so quickly that I never minded him doing it there.

I was actually very wrong, Johnny handed me the mask and, with difficulty I managed to hold it in place, covering my eyes as he fucked into me ever harder, my second guess was that he would take my photograph while I was climaxing, but that didn't make sense, the mask would surely hide too much of my face for that kind of photograph. Wrong again, a sudden flurry of movement and Johnny snatched up his birthday present, knee walked along the bed until he was kneeling over my face, then, one hand holding his camera and the other jerking his cock wildly an inch or so away from my face. The flash went off at the moment I got hit in the face by a monster 'cream pie' from the end of Johnny's cock.

I didn't want to see the photograph, well, I did, but I was too tired to actually look. I should have changed the bedding and flipped the sodden mattress but I was too tired to do that either. Johnny looked after the picture, leaving it for ninety seconds before peeling off the backing paper. I was dead to the world before those ninety seconds were over.

I woke at the first ring of the alarm clock, I had tons to do before I could go off to work, I desperately needed a shower, I stank so badly, the bedding was soaking wet and covered with my make-up that I had been too tired to clean off after fucking for so long. I stripped the bed and put the bedding in the wash, then, with Johnny's help I stood the mattress in front of the radiator to try and dry it off during the day, then I showered, just fifteen minutes later I felt human again.

I managed to stay awake, just, throughout the day at work and got home around three o'clock in the afternoon. I had stopped off in town and picked up a few things for the bed, a rubber sheet, to protect the mattress, just in case Johnny got a taste for sexual Olympics and a sheepskin affect mattress protector so that we wouldn't feel the rubber sheet. I got comfortable on the sofa, that is to say, I put on a pair of Johnny's soft cotton pyjama bottoms, no panties and one of his old Rugby shirts with no bra under it, I slept like a baby for almost three hours before I was woken by the phone.

"Have you started dinner yet?" "No, I've been sleeping on the sofa!" "Good, you need your rest after last night, don't bother with cooking, I'll bring a takeaway home with me from work!" Johnny had sounded so happy on the phone that I became suspicious, I ran up the stairs, two at a time, checked the draw on Johnny's side of the bed, looking for the ten photographs that he took the night before, as I suspected, they weren't there. I went down the stairs a lot slower than I had climbed them. I went back to the sofa and went back to sleep.

It was just getting dark when I heard the front door close, I didn't bother moving off the sofa, I just sat up, Johnny would go into the kitchen and get three trays, two plates and the cutlery, then we would sit on the sofa together with the third tray on the seat between us and pick food straight from the takeaway dishes and onto our own plates, eating Indian or Chinese food while watching a DVD on the TV is the best night in of all.

The living room door opened a little quicker than I had expected, instead of my husband walking in with our dinner, Sian Porter walked in carrying two bottles of wine, she was followed by Robert, he had a twelve pack of beer, I did my impression of a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. My hair was a mess, I had no make-up on at all, I had only two items of clothing on, a man's pyjama bottoms and a man's Rugby shirt. I eventually made a grab for the opening in the pyjama bottoms, as anyone will know, there is no fastening on the fly of a man's pyjama bottoms and I had nothing on under so, if they did gape open, my wild strawberry bush would have been on display.

Johnny took the food and four plates to the dining table while I ran up to my bedroom to find some clothing to put on, in the end I decided to9 just wrap myself in a dressing gown, I would be going to bed in a few hours so I couldn't see the point in getting dressed. We sat at the dining table; it was obvious that Sian had been hitting the wine long before they had arrived at our house. We ate mainly in silence, Johnny and Robert kept looking at each other, and then both would look at Sian. Alarm bells started to go off in my head, I suddenly regretted not getting dressed properly when I rushed up to my bedroom, I felt distinctly uncomfortable, sitting there as I was dressed for bed. Sian didn't once look at Robert or Johnny, her eyes only left me to look at her plate or wine glass, every time I looked up at her she smiled at me, I could see that she was desperate to say something but each time she started to make a sound, she hid her mouth behind her wine glass.

Sian had finished a whole bottle of White Zinfandel during the meal, that on top of what she had drunk before they had arrived, she was well plastered; Robert and Johnny looked very disappointed as Sian slipped slowly under the table. Sian had signed out and the boys were well and truly pissed off, I just breathed a sigh of relief, really glad that I had only drunk a half a glass of wine. Johnny offered Robert a bed for the night, after all, Robert and Sian lived on opposite sides of town to each other and we lived on the third tip of the triangle to them, and both Johnny and Robert had drunk far too much to drive anyway.

Johnny gave Robert a hand to get Sian up the stairs and came back down to a slightly cool reception from me. I was waiting for him to explain that he had brought his friend and his friend's girlfriend home for a little swing party with us but he didn't, instead, he apologised, he said that he had met the two of them in the takeaway, they had been planning on eating in, but when they saw Johnny, they both invited themselves to come home with him, "You could have warned me, I hadn't even brushed my hair" "The only phone box between the takeaway and here was out of order!" 'Dam', I thought to myself, 'why couldn't we live in an age where everyone including six year old children could walk around with some form of mobile communications device that fitted neatly into a pocket!'

Suddenly there was a squeaking of bedsprings, Robert was fucking Sian, "He's fucking her but she was well and truly unconscious a minute ago!" "I think it has been a while since Rob had sex with her, I mentioned the other day that she was thinking of trying a woman, I think she's gone off men a bit at the moment!"

It was a little off-putting, we watched the TV for over an hour with the sound of our spare bed and Sian being tortured by Robert, judging from the sounds from the bed springs Robert was some kind of 'fucking machine'. Robert was at least two stone heavier than Johnny, Robert was a 'front row', not fat though, he was six foot two inches tall, his neck was twenty inches in diameter and his biceps were almost the same size, he was huge and muscular, it must have been a real trial to find shirts that fit him off the peg. If I had to guess at his weight I'd put it at twenty stone or there about, and for the last hour, that twenty stone or there about had been steadfastly trying to force Sian through the mattress.

Silence, there was one extra loud squeak and then the sounds of feet padding across the ceiling and along the landing. I looked at Johnny as the stairs squeaked, I had thought that Robert had gone to the bathroom but he was heading for the living room. The door opened and Robert walked in wearing Johnny's dressing gown and nothing else, he took the last can of beer and opened it as he sank down on the chair opposite Johnny and me on the sofa, Rob took a massive gulp of beer, "She came round, wasn't too pleased to find herself in bed with me!"

Roberts neck and biceps weren't the only parts of his body that were overly muscled, as he sat there, naked apart from a loose fitting bathrobe it slipped open several times, Robert didn't seem to care one bit that his bits kept flashing to Johnny and I. He sat there for over an hour with us watching TV, not porn or anything like that, just 'normal' telly but Robert was hard the whole time, and boy was he hard. Robert was three inches taller than Johnny but far taller in the other location, I saw his cock 4 times and I'd have to say that as the head of his cock passed his belly-button he had to be the best part of ten inches long and eight inches in circumference. No wonder his girlfriend was off fucking men if, what I had heard already, was anything to go by, an hours hard fucking and he was still hard over an hour later with absolutely no visual stimulation at all, he hadn't even looked in my direction, he had just been watching 'GOLD' on Sky.

Eventually I had to give up and say that it was time for bed, I made up the sofa for Robert to sleep on, Johnny and I went up to bed then Johnny said, "Do you think Rob would need another pillow?" I had no idea, "Do we have a spare?" I thought for a moment, "There will be two on the spare bed but Sian is sleeping in there!" Johnny slipped into bed, then said, "I think you should go in to see if she is using them both, if she isn't, could you take one down to Rob?"

I tapped on the door and waited, there was no answer, I opened the door a crack, Sian was on top of the sheets, totally naked, her long golden hair was covering her breasts, she was at least two inches bigger on top than I was, and she was a 'D' cup to my 'C' but her waist was a good three inches slimmer then me and, it was too late to look away, she was totally bald between her legs, her legs which were wide open, her labia looked like curtains hanging down, either side of a gaping vagina, red raw from the pounding it had taken earlier. I almost ran across the room, snatched the unused pillow and ran out again. I felt a little guilty, had I been less of a 'wuss' I would have covered her up, our bedrooms could get very cold after the heating went off, but I didn't want her to catch me in the room when she was totally naked, naked and drunk.

I knocked on the living room door and called out Rob, then I knocked again, there was still no answer. I was about to walk back to my own bedroom but I still had the spare pillow under my arm. I took a deep breath and opened the door, Robert was lying there on his back, totally uncovered, totally naked, and he was masturbating himself off. "I'm glad you've come down, do you have any tissues anywhere?" I was totally shocked, I couldn't believe that Robert would carry on masturbating after I had walked in on him, and to compound the situation, rob had the cheek to ask me to get him some tissues.

I put the pillow on the end of the sofa and went looking in the kitchen for tissues, I was trembling and confused, my heartbeat was somewhere close to where it would be if I was half way through my climax, I knew that my face was bright red, my mouth was so dry that I even considered having a swig out of the open wine bottle. I walked back into the living room just as Robert fired off, a huge fountain of spunk, firing four foot high above his cock before splashing down over his stomach and chest, there were six further eruptions, not anywhere as spectacular as the first, I just stood there rooted to the spot as I watched a cup full of spunk fall all over Roberts body. I had two tissues, for Johnny, two would have been plenty, for Robert, two would have been an insult. I returned to the kitchen and brought a tea-towel back into the living room.

I watched as Robert carefully wiped his cock with the towel, paying a lot of attention to the area under his foreskin, ensuring that it was totally clean and dry under there before mopping his stomach and chest as I watched every movement of the towel over his cock and the rest of his body. Robert flicked the sheet and blanket over himself and handed the towel to me to take away for him. The towel was drenched in spunk and smelled strongly of musk, I had smelt the same musky smell on Johnny before but that was only if he hadn't cleaned himself properly after sex, that smell came the next morning on Johnny. I dropped the towel off in the laundry basket on the way back to bed, Johnny was fast asleep by the time I got into bed, it was a good thing that I had been so royally fucked the night before or, after watching Robert toss himself off, I might have been a little frustrated and in need of a little attention from Johnny.

I slept reasonably well even though the image of Robert's cock was burned into my brain all night long, when the alarm went off I avoided rushing down to the kitchen, which is what I would usually do in the morning, I went to the toilet and showered first before waking Johnny, then I dressed while Johnny took his shower, the guest bedroom burst open and Sian ran out straight for the bathroom, she was still totally naked, just as she had been the night before, I tried to stop her going into the bathroom, we lived alone so we had never got round to fitting a lock on the door.

Sian left the door open as she used the toilet in full view of Johnny, I was thinking of going in the room as well, just to stop Johnny's eyes popping out of his head totally and landing in the shower tray.

I let Johnny go down and start breakfast, just so that he could make sure that Robert was decent, I needn't have bothered though, as soon as Johnny walked through the living room, Robert woke up and came straight up the stairs to use the bathroom, still totally naked, and still, totally erect. Sian was just walking out of the guest bedroom as Robert strolled past me; it was my turn to have my eyes standing out on stalks. "He never goes soft, not even after he's cum, when he plays Rugby, he has to strap it down so the opposition don't think he's trying to fuck them. If you ever decide to try him, don't let him get on top of you, he just rides you hard for hour after hour, it's as if he is trying to get his whole body inside yours, and never give him oral, his monster chokes the life out of you and if he climaxes in your mouth he floods you out so much that you can't swallow it all without being sick!" Sian looked disappointed rather than proud of her boyfriend, no wonder she had gone off sex with men temporarily. I have to be honest at this point that I had been wondering for the last eight hours what it would be like to feel Robert screwing me, I had only had multiple orgasms with Johnny once and I liked it and would like to try it again. Perhaps if Johnny suggested a swap with Robert and Sian I'd have to consider it, at least I wouldn't be as quick with the no as I had thought the night before.

I went out to work leaving Johnny, Robert and Sian in the house, Johnny started two hours later than I did so I always left before him, I knew Robert would get a lift in to work from Johnny as they worked on the same industrial estate but I had no idea where, or even if, Sian worked. I hung around in town after work to chat with a friend, a woman I had worked with many years before. We had coffee in a harvester close to the bus station, I tried to find a way of leading the conversation toward my little confusion, in the end I just blurted it out, "I've been told that a woman is interested in me, you know, interested in a sexual way!"

My friend laughed out loud, "Didn't you get that out in the open at school, our crowd got that all sorted at Grammar school or University!" "I didn't get to go to Grammar school or Uni, I had to go out to work as soon as I could!" "God, you really missed out on your 'real life' education, we only had to do thirteen hours study, and only for thirty weeks of the year, we learned everything about sex, and I mean everything in our free time together!" "You mean you tried girls?" "Oh God yes, girls, boys, even other things, some far too kinky to mention, and all with the government picking up the tab in the form of grants!" My friend was laughing so loud at that point, that she was drawing a lot of attention to us and we had to end our chat so that she could be picked up by a dishy looking older guy, as my friend whispered her goodbyes to me, "What about your husband?" I whispered back at her, "If he's any good, I'll take him home with me to go three up with me and my old man!"

I was shocked, I knew that my friend had free morals before she married, I had heard her mention a different man every week and some times more than one man but I had assumed that she had put all that behind her after she got married, my mouth was still open as I watched her and the man walking up the stairs to one of the letting rooms above the bar.

I went home, I got in, just before four pm, Johnny wouldn't be home for over two hours so I decided to have a little nap on the sofa, I almost shit myself when Sian walked in the room, she was wearing just her bra and knickers, I had removed my suit so that I didn't need to send it off to the dry cleaners after just one day, so I was also wearing just my bra and knickers, the material in my underwear would have made two of Sian's sets, "I just came down to make a coffee, you want one?" "Er, no thanks, what are you still doing here?" "Oh, I had the mother of all hangovers this morning and because Rob got at me last night I was as sore as hell down there so I had to ring in sick, your lovely husband said I could sleep it off here and he would run me home after dinner!"

Sian made her coffee, I settled down on the sofa again and closed my eyes, "Is it OK for me to sit here?" I opened my eyes, Sian was standing with her coffee in her hand, standing by my feet looking down at me, I started to sit up, "No, don't do that, I didn't mean to make you move, just lift your legs, I'll slip under!" I don't know what was going on in my head, perhaps it was the fact that my old friend had said that she and all of her school friends had happily experimented with other girls or the fact that I had seen Sian naked in bed and she had a wonderful body but I lifted my feet to let Sian sit on the end of the sofa with me.

I watched Sian for a few moments, she had the coffee mug cupped in her hands as if they were cold and she was trying to warm them on the hot coffee, I watched as she took three sips of coffee, then I closed my eyes to go back to my nap, Sian gently placed her hot hand on my bare thigh, the heat from the coffee made me jump a little, "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you jump!" Sian was now massaging my thigh, not like professionally, just rubbing and palpating the muscle on my upper thigh, "Your skin feels wonderfully soft; you've done a great job getting rid of the hair!" "Yes, well, I only did it two days ago; I creamed them for Johnny's birthday night out!" "I wish I could use Veet, I'm allergic, it burns me, so I have to shave, and I have to do it every couple of days but it still doesn't feel as soft as you do, do you do everywhere?" "No!" "You should, Johnny told me that he likes to see a clean shaved pussy!" Sian was now widening the area that she was massaging on my upper thigh; her fingers were rubbing up as far as the elastic holding the leg holes of my knickers against my leg.

My eyes were still closed but there was no way that I would be going to sleep, I did nothing to stop Sian as her hand wandered from my ankle up to my panties, then she paused a moment with her finger tips against the material of my knickers before pressing down slightly harder and allowing her fingers to slip inside the leg hole and there to continue her massage under my knickers. I was now definitely in a quandary, I really hadn't been prepared for this, every sexual experience I had ever had, even the few fantasies I had were centred on Johnny or the magazines that Johnny brought home and hid in his workshop at the bottom of the garden. The only hands that had ever touched me so intimately had been strong, rough, masculine hands, hands that were far more direct, Johnny would never have spent fifteen minutes just massaging my leg on his way to 'The Promised Land'. Sian's hand was soft, her touch so gently that I could hardly feel it but in a way, so electrifying that it shocked me even more than it had feeling that red hot first touch.

I found it difficult to admit to myself that I was loving every touch of Sian's hand but as she moved a little closer, her finger tips brushed the side of my wild bush, suddenly my hand moved of its own accord, it clamped around Sian's wrist and pulled it away from my bush and out from under my panties.

My eyes were open now, all thought of sleep gone, Sian had an awkward smile on her face, I was still holding her wrist, I swung my legs off of Sian's lap and turned myself on the seat before releasing Sian's wrist. Before I could slide off of the sofa Sian's hand was on my shoulder, squeezing and massaging the muscles at the top of my shoulder blade, soft and gentle but then powerful too. As I slipped forward in the seat to try and stand, Sian slipped behind me and began to massage both shoulders, she stopped me dead in my tracks as she worked steadily easing away my tensions, "Rob loves me to massage him after a match, he says I'm good at therapeutic as well as sexual massage!"

Sian's fingers moved around my throat, her finger tips brushing over the love-bite given to me by Johnny during his birthday night of passion, "It must be great to be fucked by a man who makes you cum, leaves his mark on your neck and then roles off and lets you sleep, Robert usually carries on fucking me all night, long after I've passed out because I've O.D.'d on pleasure and oxygen, sometimes I come round in the morning and he's still banging away at me, I've had to take so many day's off work because I couldn't walk that I've lost three jobs already, we could never actually live together, he'd never be off of me and I'd never get to work again. That's why I want to try a more gentle lover, or try being the one to drive things along, you know?"

Sian's fingers had slipped down from the love bite on my neck and were just easing under the cup of my bra as she was talking to me, even though I was loving the feeling of Sian's fingers on my body I jumped up off of the sofa as her fingers reached a nipple and tweaked it. I headed off to the kitchen just as Johnny opened the living room door, Sian was just a step behind me, trying to reach out and touch me again, she had realised that she was close to winning me over when I had jumped out of her reach and she also realised that it would only take a few more seconds attention and she could have had her way with me. I breathed a sigh of relief when Johnny walked in to put an end to her nonsense.

Johnny followed me into the kitchen, I popped a Shephard's pie into the oven before rummaging through the clean but un-ironed laundry and picked out a dressing gown and started to put it on, "Why are you putting that on? Are you cold?" "No!" "Well, if you don't put a dressing gown on, Sian won't feel under dressed!" "You want us both to stay in just our bra and knickers?" "Of course, who wouldn't want to have two beautiful girls sitting round, semi naked at the dinner table?" Sian was behind Johnny by that point, she punched his shoulder, "There's no way us girls are sitting round in our draws if you are fully dressed mate!" Johnny happily stripped down to his boxers while I put baked beans into a pan and turned the gas on under them. I didn't really like the way things might be turning out here, all three of us semi naked, Johnny's boxers didn't have the little button that should keep them closed, men being men, heavy handed at the best of times, he had ripped it off a long time ago, so now, as we all sat around waiting for dinner to cook, his little man, or should I say, not so little man, kept popping out.

We ate in silence, what was left of the previous evening's wine was divided into three glasses and we all had a little. After Johnny took the dirty dishes away and brought us coffee, he said, with a dirty grin on his face, "Pity I ran out of film in my Polaroid, I could get some lovely snaps of you two sitting here if only I hadn't used them all up on my birthday!" "Did you take some naughty pictures of Vicky on your birthday?" Johnny grinned and nodded his head, Sian's face was looking in Johnny's direction but her eyes were on me, "I'd love to see them!" Johnny's dirty grin turned into a look of pure lust. He took the nine photographs out of his brief case and spread them out on the table in front of Sian. "Hey, these are good, very good; you should send them in to reader's wives!" Sian had moved the picture of my spunk covered face to the central position; she was tapping her finger against the picture and then rubbing her finger tips over the photograph.

"It is a pity you don't have more film, I'd love to put on a little show for you like this, but you wouldn't need to hide my face in the photographs!" "What, pose for me in the buff or like this?" Johnny was tapping the cream pie picture, Sian looked over at me, "I'm sure that Victoria would have something to say about you jerking off over my face, or perhaps she would like to take that picture for you?" I just shook my head, "Where did you buy the camera darling, do you think they'll be open at this time of night?"

I totally understood what was on Johnny's mind, he spent a lot of time and money looking at photographs of other men's wives and girlfriends, now, here was the girlfriend of his best mate offering to pose naked for him, put yourself in his shoes, it would be like another birthday present all over again. "You don't need to go out; I got another film for you already!" Johnny's head snapped in my direction like a gunshot, the grin on his face widened, I read his mind, 'She liked being photographed so much that she has already brought a new film ready for the next time'. I could have burst his bubble by explaining why I had two packs of film but, well, you know how it is, I didn't like the idea of shooting him down in flames.

I fetched the new film pack, by the time I returned Johnny had his camera out and the back open and Sian had her bra off, by the time Johnny had the film in the camera and the card blanking sheet had been ejected, Sian had her panties off, "Dam, look at this, like a hedge hog!" Sian had my hand in hers and had pulled it down to her pussy mound, she had my fingertips rubbing gently over her spiky mound, my mouth went very dry. "Johnny darling, you can't possibly want to photograph this mess, do you have a disposable razor and some shaving cream I could use?" There was a flash that lit up the living room, Johnny had taken a photograph of my fingers rubbing over Sian's pussy, I yanked my hand away but I was far too late. Ninety seconds late Sian and Johnny were very happy with the look of the photograph, 'What can't speak can't lie!" 'Bollocks!' Looking at the picture, it looked like Sian was trying to pull my hand away from her cunt, while I, looked like some demonic perverted lesbian, trying to rape her.

Johnny disappeared up to the bathroom, he returned with a Bic disposable razor, a tin of Gillette Sensitive skin shaving gel, a fresh bar of soap, a clean face cloth and two towels, he left that lot in the living room and rushed into the kitchen to fetch a bowl of warm water. While Johnny was in the kitchen, Sian lifted her bottom and spread one of the towels on the seat to sit on, then she took the bar of soap, rolled it around in her hands in the water to generate a lather and then washed her vagina generously, she pulled at her hanging labia, stretching the skin down, "You could make a set of shower curtains from them, I've already been to see a plastic surgeon to have labia reduction surgery as soon as I pack Robert in, no point doing it before, his cock is so big he'll just stretch them all over again!"

Once again Sian grabbed my wrist, she squirted a little shaving gel on my finger tips, I just stood there with a startled expression on my face. "Robert usually does this for me, it's a little hard to do it for myself, it's not like I'm shaving my chin is it?" I was still frozen to the spot with that stupid look on my face, "Would you rather I ask Johnny to shave it for me?" Johnny stepped forward; I shook my head and began to lather Sian's cunt area.

As I pulled the razor across Sian's pussy mound, she leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed and she lifted her hips up into my hand and let a little purr escape, the room lit up again as Johnny took his second photograph. I finished shaving Sian's pussy while Johnny looked at the two photographs he had taken, he was really happy with the way they had turned out, he was far enough back to get both of us in the two photographs but close enough so that everything could be clearly seen, especially Sian's naked body.

As soon as I had wiped the last of the shaving foam away from Sian's abdomen and lower area I moved to one side so that Johnny could only get Sian or me in the picture. Johnny placed the camera on the table and went over to Sian, he rook an age to get her into just the pose he wanted her in, that involved rather a lot of very intimate touching, Johnny couldn't hide his excitement, his cock was like a flag pole and kept escaping out of his fly hole. At least twice I saw Johnny's cock brush across Sian's hand, each time she closed her fingers slightly so that she was holding his cock, just for a second.

Johnny took his third photograph, I was sitting there getting very turned on watching Johnny and Sian, Johnny asked if he could take an 'open leg' shot, Sian lifted her feet, placed her heels on the edge of the seat so that her knees were wide apart and her legs were totally open. Johnny moved away and lifted the camera, I watched as the huge flaps of skin closed over Sian's open cunt, hiding the very part that Johnny wanted in the photograph. Johnny went back, he carefully opened Sian's lips again to reveal her open vagina, I watched as she lifted up to his fingers the way she had lifted her hips up to mine as I shaved her, Johnny's fingers slipped inside, just slightly.

The fourth shot was taken and Johnny waited until it finished developing before thinking of his fifth photograph. I was passed the picture to hold while it dried, apart from the loose folds of skin that looked a little like bats wings either side of her tunnel, the picture looked great, very professional. Johnny was again man, or should that be woman handled Sian into the next pose, she giggled as Johnny's cock rubbed against her leg, then Sian whispered something that I didn't hear and Johnny looked over at me, still holding the forth photograph by its edges and looking from it to Johnny and Sian.

Johnny came over to me, he kissed me and pulled me to my feet, his cock rubbed against my belly button as he kissed me, there was a very wet, very slimy trail of precum left behind, Johnny kissed his way down my neck and as he kissed me he flicked the catch holding my bra closed. I was pulled over to Sian, she reached out to me and pulled me down so that I was kneeling on the seat at her side, she pushed my hips so that my upper body was towards Johnny and as Johnny raised the camera to his eye, Sian pulled my face towards her and kissed me on the lips as the fifth flash went off.

Sian used one hand to push my head down to her breast, her nipple touching my lips, "Open your mouth darling!" Sian whispered as she eased my knickers down over my hips, a sixth flash went off, so close to my face that I felt the heat in it against my cheek just as Sian's huge, rubber hard, nipple entered my mouth. "Bite it, bite it hard!"

Sian couldn't get my knickers past my knees because I was kneeling down but she soon had my knees parted as far as my knickers would stretch and her hand cupping my hair covered pussy mound, Johnny had moved a little further away to snap his sixth photograph, just as Sian's finger curled and parted my own labia and dipped a full inch along my tunnel. I gasped and jumped back away from her, Johnny's hand was on mine as I went to pull my knickers up, he stopped me, "Please don't, please let me photograph you both posing together!"

Sian reached out and cupped my vagina again, "Wouldn't you love to see what she has hiding behind this wild strawberry patch Johnny?" Johnny grinned and nodded his head, "Forget it, I don't want to show off that much of my body thank you very much!" Sian pulled me over to the sofa, the towel I had used to clean the shaving foam from her lower body was spread out over the seat, I was 'man-handled' down onto the seat on my back, Sian was strong, very strong, easily as strong as Johnny, I have to admit that I was very turned on so I wasn't fighting her very much. Once I was on my back, Sian knelt on the end of the sofa, she lifted my leg and put my knee over her shoulder, she leaned her head down and kissed my right nipple, as she did her pendulous breast swung down against my labia, then Sian lifted her head and smiled, "You want a very special photograph Johnny?" The camera was already against Johnny's eye, Sian lifted her breast and carefully pressed her erect nipple into my vagina, she rubbed it back and forth so that her hard nipple kept flicking across my clit.

'flash' the seventh photograph was snapped, I was glad that Johnny had snapped his picture before I climaxed against Sian's breast. Sian giggled loudly, then she eased back slightly and kissed down my belly. "I have an idea for another classic photo for you Johnny!" Sian left me and searched her handbag; she took out a lipstick, "Clearly kissable, that's no good!" Then she took out another lipstick, "Ah, that's better, Boot's number seven, cheap and nasty scarlet. I only use this one if I'm going to use a topcoat, like the clearly kissable, but it's perfect for what I need as it is!"

Sian carefully applied the lipstick, I did the make-up thing but there was no way I was in Sian's league, she had her lips painted to perfection in a second. "Ready Johnny Darling?" Johnny had the camera at his eye in an instant. Sian got back into position and bent forward, it took her longer to position herself than it had taken her to put on the lipstick. She kissed me on my lower abdomen, the bottom of her lip was just brushing the start of my pussy hair, "Quick, shoot now!" 'flash', eigthth photograph taken.

Johnny was wafting the photograph in his hand, I was looking at my stomach as the photograph took its time to develope, I was amazed to see that the cheep lipstick start to go slightly fuzzy on my stomach, if Johnny had taken any longer to take the photograph, the result wouldn't have been anywhere close to the sharp image that I saw on Johnny's eighth photograph. Sian was still clearly visible in the photograph, she was totally naked and all of me was on display, I hadn't realised that my face would be so clear in that picture or I would have asked for the mask that Johnny had given me on his birthday.

The picture was just too good to ask Johnny to destroy it but I would have to ask him to leave it at home and not show it around his mates. Sian moved away from me, she spread the first towel she had been sitting on over the arm chair so that it covered the seat and both arms, then she sat and began to massage her clit as Johnny took his eighth photograph and once again his cock popped out of his boxers, ramrod hard once again.

"Do you have a vibrator Vicky darling?" "Er! No!" "How about a dildo?" "No, aren't they the same thing?" "No, subtle differences, so I guess you don't have a strap-on either?" "No!" "Well, you must have a candle!" Johnny jumped in at that point, "Yes, we have loads of different kinds of candle!" Johnny could see the way things were going; Sian had turned herself on so much playing with me and herself that she was going to put on a show for him with a candle to photograph.

When Johnny returned, he had the standard white, six inch long, one inch diameter, candle in one hand and one of the huge decorative candles, ten inches long and eight inches in circumference with three wicks in it in the other, "Which one would you like?" Sian took the larger candle. Johnny laughed out loud, then he picked up his camera. It took Sian a while to force the candle up into herself and when it was about half way up, Johnny snapped off his ninth photograph. As the whirr of the motor expelling the photograph died down, Sian started to go at the candle wildly, she was getting the whole ten inches up inside, before the ninety seconds were over Johnny had taken the tenth photograph, just an inch of the candle was sticking out of Sian's cunt as the tenth picture was taken.

Johnny peeled the ninth picture apart and waited a few more seconds before peeling the tenth, he threw both on the table and got down again, closer this time as the candle was appearing and disappearing ever faster and Sian was starting to gasp for air as she was starting to give herself a waxy orgasm, her face was a mess as the lipstick was melting in the heat and sweat on her face, Johnny pressed the shutter control but nothing happened, he hadn't been keeping count of his pictures the way I had and the fact that his films were all used up came as a shock to him.

"Why don't you go over to the sofa and fuck Vicky, she's gasping for it and I could do with the visual to help me get off too!" Johnny almost jumped over to me before I could move out of his way, Sian was right, I was gasping for sex but I didn't really want her to watch me and Johnny as we did it. Johnny was inside me before I could stop him and once his cock was in me there was no way I could, or would even want him, to stop.

As Johnny fucked me, I wanted to close my eyes but found I couldn't do it, I was focused on Sian and that dam candle like a hawk would watch a Field Mouse. Sian pulled the candle out of her cunt with a loud 'plop' sound, then she moved, one leg at the side of the arm of the chair, her other leg, kneeling on the seat, she held the candle on the arm of the chair and then dropped down, dropped her full weight onto the candle, it disappeared totally into her body, then, as Johnny and I both watched her, Johnny pounding his meat in and out of my body as hard as he could, Sian started to rub her cunt against the rough material of the towel with the candle far from sight.

Sian was making a lot of noise as she climaxed, her climax drove Johnny over the edge and me too, all three of us climaxed simultaneously. The only difference was that Johnny and I, together, were less than half as noisy as Sian. As Johnny and I lay there in a state of post coital exhaustion, Sian stood up off of the arm of the chair, the candle could only just be seen inside her vagina, then, as she stood with her legs wide open, she relaxed her cunt muscles, the candle slipped a half inch out of Sian's body, then as she allowed the candle to drop a half an inch at a time until it fell on the floor, Johnny got hard all over again, just from the spectacle of the candle falling and I got a second round of fucking all over again, the second time was longer, stronger and made me climax a whole lot more.

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Not Quite the way He Expected! part 2
by Isabella

As Johnny rolled off of me, his cock shrinking, he left a long string of his semen connecting his cock to my pussy, Sian stepped over the candle, she reached out and took the weight of Johnny's rapidly disappearing cock in her fingers, then she slipped her index finger along what was left of Johnny's cock, she collected a globule of Johnny's semen as well as a whole load of the mixture of Johnny's first mother load and my copious lubricating fluid, then as she looked me in the eye, she sucked her index finger clean, "Mmmm, lovely, bitter man as well as sweet woman at the same time!" Johnny stood up, Sian took the finger out of her mouth and patted Johnny's bottom before allowing her hand to rub down the back of Johnny's leg. "I really love looking at the body of a wing three quarter, built for speed and agility, the Arab Stallion of the Rugby world, Robert is OK but he's more of a Clydesdale or carthorse, weight and power over speed and agility!" Sian's hand was still palpating Johnny's thigh muscle, she had a very thoughtful look on her face, Johnny, on the other hand had a very worried look on his, Sian had, after all, just taken hold of his cock, fresh from my cunt, right in front of me and now it looked like she was considering more!

"Time to get dressed stud, I have to get home and get to bed, if I miss another day at work I'll be looking for another job!" Then Sian looked at me, she wiped the smudge of lipstick from her lips before kissing me on mine, "Vicky darling, how long would you say it will take your stud here to regain his hard-on? Twenty minutes or more after fucking you twice in a row like that?" I said nothing, the cool light of day after full blown sex tended to make one feel led that communicative with the person who had just watched you baying at the moon during over a dozen orgasms. Don't worry then, he'll be back home well before he'll be of any use to me in bed, of if you don't trust me, you could get dressed and come with us!" Sian smiled a comforting smile before leaving the living room and heading to the spare bedroom where her clothes were.

Sian dressed, she could hear the car engine running on the drive as she came down the stairs so she headed for the front door, she shouted good bye before closing the front door behind her, she waddled up the front passenger door, reached for the handle and then laughed out loud and headed for the back door, I was already in the front seat, "I can't blame you at all, I've had a lot of experience in using my mouth to talk a sleeping man back to attention, I've been told many times before that I'm very good with my mouth!"

Johnny and I met in nineteen sixty, he fucked me on our first date, no condom or anything, I literally shit myself for three weeks until I had my bleed, after that first date, we fucked twice a week, every week until we married, it wasn't that were creatures of habit or anything like that, it's just that we both lived at home with parents who would never allow anything to happen at home, they also insisted that we both got in early on work days, as parents did at the end of the fifties. We usually fucked in the back of Johnny's car, in the sheds at his father's allotment or behind the headstones in the church yard, apart from that first fuck, we, or should I say, Johnny used a condom. The pill, the magic bullet that freed a generation of women from the fear of pregnancy didn't really surface in our area until Johnny and I married. I think it had been licensed in America sometime in nineteen sixty but it took a while for it to reach rural doctors in the midlands and after the wedding, Johnny stopped using condoms and, as we were married, if I ever mentioned the pill to my own doctor he just tutted disapprovingly and gave me the, "Why did you marry if you didn't want children?"

I'd say that we fucked every day of our two week honeymoon, then once a week for six months after the wedding and then fortnightly for around six months and monthly or less after that, before I brought him the camera for his birthday, we hadn't actually fucked in three months. Now maths wasn't my strong point so I couldn't make a graph up for you on the subject but, I'd say that we had sex around three hundred times before we married, then in the almost seven years since we married, I'd estimate that we had sex around ninety times, that was up to the point when I gave Johnny his special birthday present, then, so long as Johnny had the money to buy a pack of film, and I have to say that the film cost a fortune, we had sex eleven times in four weeks, that was one hundred and nine photographs, I had, if you remember, made Johnny rip one photograph up.

After my first photographic session, I didn't bother trying to hide my face from the camera, I knew full well that Johnny was showing most of the photographs to his friends at work, at Rugby and at the Black Swan, I had even heard Robert whisper to Johnny about wishing he could have copies of the photos of his girlfriend with me, fortunately in the closing years of the sixties, the technology didn't exist to copy Polaroid photographs, short of photocopying them, and I had seen how poor a photocopy of a photograph could be, especially a black and white photograph.

After our risky courtship when we fucked in Johnny's car in lay-bys, pub car parks, council car parks and even some back streets, where the risk of being caught at it by passersby was a twice weekly occurrence, as soon as we got married and moved into our first house, all that risky sex stopped, we rapidly settled into the comfort of fucking in bed, in bed and at night. I liked to have knickers and a nighty on when I went to bed, Johnny just kept his boxers on mainly, he did have pyjamas, his mother brought him a new pair every year for his birthday but he only wore them on holiday or if it were really cold in the winter. I usually wore them more than he did to lounge around the house after I had my shower or bath. Now that Johnny had discovered the Polaroid camera, he had decided to move out of the bedroom after being planted in that room for sex for close to seven years, fucking me in the living room in front of Sian had been the ignition point but Johnny had moved on a lot further than that over the next four weeks.

It was the Thursday before our anniversary and as usual I got home from work first, Johnny had put a skimpy bikini on the dining room table, it was bright red, very shiny, the worst possible nylon, faux silk, kind of thing, Johnny had obviously brought it and the new film that was also on the table during his lunch break and dropped it off at home. Johnny's Rugby team plaid all in red and I didn't actually expect him to come home today as his team trained on Thursday nights, there was a scribbled note, 'Please put this on after your bath for me darling and it would be lovely if you could do your hair and make-up for me too!' I picked up the film pack, it was colour and a double film pack, so twenty photographs instead of just ten, but colour, I had discounted a colour film when I had brought them as the price was over three times the cost of black and white.

I was surprised when Johnny rushed in after work, "You not going training tonight?" "I am, but I'd like you to come with me!" "What, dressed like this?" I was standing dressed in a bikini that was too skimpy for me to have ever considered wearing on the beach in the past, and my hair and make-up looking like I was going to the opera and then on to dinner after, not out to a field on the edge of the town. "Not just like that!" Johnny laughed, he ran up stairs and returned with an old Rugby strip, Red Rugby shirt with long sleeves, red shorts, not old shorts though, the teams old shorts were almost knee length, these was like the new fashion of hot pants, they were tight on me, so there was no way that Johnny had ever worn them. Red socks, knee length and white plimsolls. Apart from not having heavy boots I could have been one of the players, well, no heavy boots and I had rather larger than average pectoral muscles than the rest of the team.

Johnny drove to Sian's house, she was waiting out front for us and jumped into the car behind Johnny, I was a little surprised that Sian was dressed almost the same as me, then we picked Robert up, before leading out to the edge of town, it was a good thing that we lived in Wellingborough, even at rush-hour we could circle the town in around twenty minutes, try doing that in a city like Leicester or Nottingham. There was a frosty silence between Rob and Sian, not a word was said, not even a hello kiss when Rob slid into the seat behind me. When we arrived at the Rugby club ground, we were the first to arrive, as Sian and I stood next to each other I realised that Sian and I weren't dressed alike, we were wearing exactly the same clothes, same colour and same size, the fact that Sian was at least one dress size larger, two inches taller and fuller busted though, made her clothes look totally different to mine.

I thought that I looked a little like a whore, dressed as I was in a man's Rugby strip, my shorts were far too tight, Sian's were tighter still, the front of her shorts looked like they contained a camel toe where the material had been pulled into her body and her chest, well, in the tight jersey, stretched the way it was, I could see every stitch of the bikini top under it. As Johnny and Robert strode off over the pitch, looking for someplace to take photographs I asked Sian why she was so cold towards Robert, "Well, the last straw was him fucking me after I had passed out at your place the other week, I haven't seen him since, and when he asked me to come along for a few photographs tonight I told him to piss off, I only agreed because he told me you would be coming!"

It took Johnny several minutes to read the instructions and set up his camera for the film pack, there was something about film speed or something, it was pointed out by Robert, that if I had paid a little more for Johnny's birthday present, the camera would have sorted itsself out when a different type of film were inserted. Eventually, Sian and I were posed together, one photograph of the two of us hugging, then Robert produced a Rugby ball, it was, or should I say, should have been, light enough to take the pictures outside without a flashbulb, it would after all, be light for another three hours but Johnny was still using the flash, I was worried that it would attract attention to our end of the field surrounding the rugby pitch. Sian and I had to take up the stance as if she was making a back-pass of the ball to me, as the ball left her hands the flash went off and the second photograph was taken.

I could hear cars arriving in the car park by the clubhouse, Johnny and Robert moved us slightly further away, down by the drainage ditch so that we were all out of sight of the other players turning up for training. As it was summer there was no water running in the ditch but it was still very muddy, after five photographs of Sian and I tackling each other and rolling around on the ground, Johnny asked us to take our muddy jerseys and shorts off, so that he could photograph us in our bikinis. Sian had shed her outer clothes almost before Johnny had finished asking, I, reluctantly, followed her lead.

"Tackle, what do you mean, you want Sian to tackle me?" "You've both seen us guys tackle on the pitch, I want you to run past me, Sian will tackle you, and, hopefully, I'll get my photograph at the moment she grabs you!" I could almost write the script for the scenario, but I tucked the ball under my arm and ran parallel to Johnny along the bed of the land drain, as I got level with Johnny Sian hit me and hit me hard, she wasn't grubbing for the ball, she was after something else, as the flash went off, both my bikini top and Sian's flew off. As Sian and I rolled on the floor in the mud, another flash went off. I jumped onto my feet; I looked nervously over the edge of the embankment to see if anyone had been attracted to the double flash. Was I nervous or was I excited? I was scrabbling to get my tits covered up and my heart was beating twice as fast as it would from the little jogging I had just done, no one had seen the flashes, no one was anywhere close to us.

Johnny had just ejected the empty film pack as I finished fastening my bikini top, the new pack of ten films were inserted and the little door closed, as the protective card was spat out and I readied myself for the next pose there was the sound of a whistle being blown from the middle of the Rugby pitch. Johnny almost threw his camera at me as he and Robert ran off, up and over the edge of the ditch. The trainer was running warm up exercise routines before starting each group of players on their individual drills. Sian and I put out jerseys and shorts on over our muddy skin before following the guys over the edge of the ditch.

There were around thirty men training, enough for two full teams, as it was hot, half of the men wore the red jerseys like Sian and I, and the other fifteen were shirtless, they trained hard for forty-five minutes and Sian and I made our way slowly around to the clubhouse. Sian had indicated that she would treat me to a wine cooler, when we got to the clubhouse it was closed, the barman was sitting on the veranda watching the training, he had a tray covered in white paper cups of orange squash. Sian asked for a wine, "Sorry, club rules, no alcohol to be sold during training!" Sian spent a few minutes whispering to the guy, "Hey, can you watch the juice, they'll be running over in a few seconds!" I was left alone while Sian and the barman slipped inside the bar area.

I dished out the squash to the players and the training staff, the manager told two of the shirtless players to put on their shirts and two of the shirted players to take theirs off. Then they started a forty-five minute match, at each breakdown in play, different players were told to move into different positions, the manager wanted to see how each player handled the stress of the different positions. Eventually Sian returned from the bar, she had two bottles of white wine and two glasses, I looked behind her to see if the barman was following on, "He's a little tired now, it took him a long time to shoot off, he didn't taste at all bad either!" Sian smiled, "Makes a change to suck someone who isn't a player, someone who is grateful and not at all macho, and very generous too, gave me two bottles when I only asked for one!"

Sian and I drank almost all of the wine as we watched thirty men battling for a place in the first team, not just a place but some wanted to be hooker, some front row and others wanted to be wingers but during the training match, the only person who had a choice was the manager, fifteen men would be totally disappointed, they wouldn't get a start at all, others would be disappointed that they didn't get the position they wanted in the starting line up so training was very physical, very physical indeed.

There was a string of men walking past Sian as I, the match had come to an end and the men were heading for the showers. Comments were being fired at the two of us as we sat there quietly simmering after a pint of strong wine, we were plastered, in mud as well as in alcohol, "You girls should join us in the bath!" it was a throw-away comment by one of Johnny's friends, I looked at Johnny's face first, the grin was almost splitting his head in two, Sian also had a grin on her face too, Robert and I were the only two who could see the downside of this, thirty men, hot and sweaty after physical exertion. The manager rushed over to put his spoke in his player's wheel, he couldn't allow naked girls in the changing rooms, "They won't be naked, they have bikinis on under their strips!" Johnny said, as he picked his camera up from the table in front of me.

I was far more reluctant than Sian, there was only actually one man in front of her at the door to the changing rooms, if I had been a little less drunk I might not have followed at all, but I did follow. I was shocked to see that there was a small swimming pool, slap bang in the middle of the changing rooms, there were a few showers too but there were no cubicles, not even shower curtains to separate them, there was a heat haze rising up from the water. Sian was stripped down to her bikini before I even entered the room, I was more reluctant though, the men all stripped totally naked, they had no qualms about walking around the room totally naked, not even in front of two women. I found myself being pulled and pushed around from man to man, it took just a few seconds to rip the jersey off my back, very much as the players did in real matches, the shorts took a little longer to rip off of me.

Considering the fact that Sian was in the changing rooms well ahead of me, I was in the pool first along with around twenty out of the thirty men. The pool was about twenty feet long by thirteen feet wide, it was four feet deep with a shelf about two feet high that ran all the way around the inside of the pool to act as a seat or step. The men all sat around on the shelf and I was pulled onto the first man's knee, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me hard against his stomach. I had my back to him, he made sure that I could feel every inch of his erection pressing against my bare bottom, I still had my bikini on but it was one of those that had almost no bottom coverage at all, the very latest in nineteen seventy style. With his free hand the guy gripped my chin and turned my face so that I was looking over my shoulder at him so that he could kiss me on the lips. Johnny and Robert weren't in the pool, Johnny was standing right on the edge of the pool looking on, proudly as I was passed around the pool from one lap to another, he even took a few pictures as it happened, I had never felt so many hard cocks pressing against my bum cheeks in my life.

I was about half way round the pool when Sian finally got wet, she sat on the first knee, not with her back to the man as I had been, she was facing the guy, you couldn't actually see through the muddy water but it looked like she was actually humping the guy as they kissed. Seeing her fucking one of their mates made the rest of the men I had to kiss a little more forward and as well as French kissing me, a few managed to pull the gusset of my bikini bottoms to one side and push a finger in my cunt as they pushed their tongues into my mouth. I was out of the pool and drying myself off and Sian was only on her third man's knee, the water was getting cold but the men waiting didn't seem to mind at all. As Sian slipped off of each man's lap, the man would get up and leave the pool, no sign of the erection that he had pressed against my bottom earlier.

I held up my ripped clothing, I had to prod Johnny in the ribs to get him to look at what I was holding in my hand, he was so intent on snapping his last few photographs of Sian bouncing up and down on each man's lap. "What am I going to wear on the way home now?" Johnny smiled, "you could go home in the nude, no one will see you in the car will they?" I think it was the look I gave him that spurred him on; I had dried myself as much as I could but I was still wearing a soaking wet bikini, "I'll get you a fresh towel to wrap yourself in!"

I refused anymore drink and made it clear to Johnny that he would suffer if he stopped after training for a drink; he dashed down two pints of beer while Sian finished off her tour of the bath. Sian didn't even bother to straighten her bikini bottoms as she was helped out of the pool, her bare pussy was clearly open to view and the cheers of the men who were mainly dressed by now.

Johnny drove Sian and Robert home, Sian at least had her muddy Rugby strip to wear while I sat in the car wrapped in a dry but dirty towel, Johnny drove to Roberts house first, before Robert got out of the car he asked Sian if she was going to stop over at his place, "I will on a few conditions, the first, I'm on top, second, when I'm ready to sleep we stop and finally, you can't wake me an hour later and do me again, OK?" Robert didn't look too pleased but he agreed and they both got out of the car. As we drove off I asked, "What's she going to wear to work tomorrow?" "I think she has some clothes at Rob's place for when she sleeps over!" "Really, but she told me that they had split up over three weeks ago!" "Yes, I think they have but according to Rob, she has clothes at the houses of her last three boyfriends, just in case!"

Our anniversary was a Friday, Johnny had a special day planned for us both, a day out in London, sightseeing all morning, shopping in Oxford Street all afternoon, a West End show and a night in a back street Hotel, well, you can't have everything, can you? On Friday morning, we got the local train from Wellingborough to Peterborough then changed to the London express. Johnny had even paid the extra to travel at peak times, so that we could make the most of our day out. After we got on the train though, I kind of wished that we had waited until after nine o'clock as the rush hour train was so packed that there wasn't a seat left when we got on it in Peterborough.

The train was hot and stuffy, I was really glad that I had worn a lightweight sun dress, nylon rather than cotton, Johnny had persuaded me to go braless and wear a small thong. Johnny was in a light weight cotton suit with collarless shirt, I had a spare collar and a tie in my handbag, just in case he needed it to get into the restaurant after the show. We walked the full length of the train looking for a seat but as there were over fifty people standing I knew that there was no chance of finding one. We walked back to the non-smoking carriage, the fact that the carriages either side of it were smoking seemed to make a mockery of having a non smoking area.

On the local train there had been six seat compartments so there were just so many more doors to separate the smokers and non-smokers but the express was one of those new fangled 'open' carriages, just like huge busses on rails. Eventually a little man stood up and offered me his seat, Johnny was standing next to the seat opposite the one I had taken. The kind older man who had offered me his seat stood closely at my side. The carriage started to fill up even more causing quite a crush, there were several commuters complaining that the London express usually had four non-smoking carriages instead of just one.

I felt the old guy pressing his hips against my shoulder, well, not his hips, his cock, digging it into my bare shoulder through his trousers and under pants. The guy sitting next to me was reading a broadsheet, his James held out wide were forcing me harder against the standing man. Johnny could see that the guy was exaggerating the sway of the train to rub himself against me. I saw Johnny smile at the man, the man smiled back and he must have taken my husband's smile as a green light because I felt a sudden warm damp lump pressing against my bare flesh, sometimes hitting my shoulder sometimes my upper arm.

More men around us started to open news papers, that was given quite a lot of sight screening so that the guy rubbing himself off against my arm could get a little bolder. He started to touch the side of my breast, I looked uneasily towards Johnny, he just smiled and asked me if I was OK, well, not out loud, he mouthed the words. I just shrugged my shoulders, he mouthed again, "You could just go with the flow, of if you want or I'll come and stand at your side to stop him!" again I shrugged my shoulders, this movement was capitalised on by the guy, he thrust his hips forward and his cock slipped under my arm and was squashed there, between my arm and my side. The guy gave a shiver and started to slowly fuck into my armpit, I was more than a little hairy under there, 'normal' girls just didn't shave under there like the film stars or models, well, not girls from small country towns, so I was quite wet under there with sweat and within seconds I was even wetter with pre-cum.

Johnny mouthed, "Is he fucking under your arm?" I nodded my head, the guy was moving faster now, really sawing his cock in and out under my arm, we were just on the outskirts of London when the guy seemed to go weak at the knees and I suddenly felt extremely wet under my armpit. As the train emptied, I just sat there holding my arm away from my side, Johnny waited until we were alone and then he took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped as much of the errant seed from my side.

I had to go into the ladies toilet on the platform to use a paper towel to try and dry the inside of my dress as the man's spunk had really flooded down me, covering the side of my left breast. Even though I had dried the dress and my breast as much as possible my dress still stuck to my breast and the nylon went stiff as a board. Johnny was so turned on that he tried to get into our hotel room before mid day to make use of the bed to get rid of his rampant, hard cock but he was out of luck.

While we were out sightseeing, Johnny couldn't resist touching the stain at the side of my breast, rubbing his fingers against the stiff material, he eventually worked the material loose from my breast too. After lunch at the Lyon's Corner House Marble Arch we went shopping, Johnny selected a dress for me to try on, it was so thin and see through that it could easily have been a nightdress rather than a dress, as I tried it on in the changing room, I realised that the curtain was too small to fill the doorway and there was no way that it would close properly, I could see Johnny watching me as I tried the dress on, I could also see that the salesman could see into the cubicle from behind the cash desk. Johnny knew that at least one other man was watching me and he gave me a signal to turn around when I was naked but for the tiny thong, I did, three men were looking in and I got a massive shiver running through my body as I turned three full circles before putting on the dress. "Come out and let me see what you look like!" Johnny called out to me; I opened the curtains and stepped out onto the shop floor.

The dress was a lemon colour, like Tule but man-made fibre that simulated the lightness and open weave, there were three thicknesses of the material over my breasts but you could still see them if you looked carefully, "I can't wear this in the street without a bra!" Johnny looked over his shoulder to the salesman, "What do you think mate, you're the expert, is that dress to wear in the street with no bra?" "Oh, yes sir, in London, that is considered very chic, but perhaps not with a bright red thong under it!" "What would you recommend?" The salesman held up a triangular piece of white net with three shoe-strings hanging from each point, not quite a thong but very similar. The sign in the shop stated that panties couldn't be tried on in the store so Johnny just paid for it and I took it into the cubicle and swapped out of my red thong.

Again as I changed I had an audience through the thin crack in the curtains, now you couldn't see my panties through the dress, that was because they had disappeared; now there was the very faint strawberry red of my pubic hair triangle through the dress. Johnny was very happy with how I looked, he paid a lot more for the dress than he had planned but he was happy. Johnny used a full film pack up taking shots of me in my almost totally see-through dress at various places of interest around the city of London.

The shopping trip was cut short when Johnny checked his watch, "We can have our room at the hotel now!" Johnny almost pole-vaulted his way to the hotel his cock was so hard. We spent so long fucking that we missed afternoon tea, Johnny had to take a cold shower, just to be able to stop fucking me long enough for us to go and see the show. Johnny had chosen the opening night of a comedy review called Oh Calcutta, he had heard about it when it opened in America a year earlier, it was notorious because it mixed music with sex and comedy, the Lord Chamberlains office had tried several times to ban the production and Johnny had been forced to join a club, membership was a half of one penny, just so they could say that the play was a members only production to avoid the ban. Fortunately, the Lord Chamberlain admitted defeat before that opening night and the membership dodge turned out not to be needed but Johnny had a wonderful memory and a membership card to prove that we were at that salacious opening night.

Seeing all the actors naked or scantily dressed and all the cavorting on stage set Johnny off all over again and when they asked for a volunteer from the audience to join them on stage Johnny pushed me up before I could stop him and I found myself, dressed as if I was part of the cast, being sung too on stage by three naked men, all vying for my attention. We ate a quick supper and then returned to the hotel and we fucked almost all night long, I had to stop Johnny eventually as I was so sore and he was bleeding from the side of his cock. He didn't feel it at all as he was fucking me but he certainly did the next morning when he had to put his underpants on.