"Open."

'Was her bedroom door open or closed?'

"Closed."

'Was there a milk bottle on her front doorstep?'

"Yes."

'Empty or full?'

"Empty."

'Look again, this time take ten seconds.'

God, the voice was right, in just one second I'd scanned the whole front of Mary's house, even looking deep inside her bedroom and I'm eighty feet from Mary's house, not just ten feet away like the man on the bus was.

I found my lilac panties, very lacy and sexy looking, I know no one would see them during my presentation but I knew that they would make me feel great, just from being there. My bra was a little deeper down the pile, I wore that far less, it still looked as sexy as hell with its lacy demi-cup design but it had a very thick under-wire that wasn't quite as comfortable as the bras I would usually wear.

I was now wearing my bra and panties and I chose that point to do my face, just lippy and eye liner as well as a flick over with the blusher brush. I opened my wardrobe and flicked through the line of blouses, in my mind I'd be wearing my white cotton blouse, it was thicker than my usual blouse but not only was it thicker, it was missing from my wardrobe too. I only had fifteen minutes left, I didn't have time to iron my blouse and if it wasn't in my wardrobe, that meant that it hadn't been ironed yet. I just grabbed the first white blouse that jumped into my hand, as I was fastening it I looked at my reflection. The lilac of my bra was clearly visible through my blouse. 'Take it off, you look ridiculous!'

"I don't have time."

I stepped into my navy blue skirt, it was mid-length and very full, pleated from the waistband all the way around, it needed the pleating because it was made of Indian cotton, very thin, very slinky, very sensual against my bare legs. Seven minutes to go before the bus would come.

I put on my ankle socks, snow-white with a permanent turn over and lace frill, five minutes left, I could be sure about the timing because I was the second stop on the number eighteen's route. I stepped into my clean and shiny navy shoes, three inch Cuban heel, soft supple leather, yes, I'm the second stop, the bus will be here on time.

I was at my front door. My blouse was too thin, too see through to go into town without a jacket or coat. My...I'm the second stop on the bus route...'that means that the guy who saw you naked lives in this estate, lives within one thousand houses of you!'

I chose my posh riding mackintosh, I didn't actually ride but the mackintosh was very practical, it wasn't too thick, it was definitely a summer coat, thin taupe coloured waterproof cotton, four large buttons down the front, a wide belt around the midriff and a cape over the shoulders that could be used as a hood, could be but never would be, just for show. If the coat was ever used on a horse there was a very deep vent that had another small piece of the belting, just four inches long with a button on each side of the vent.

I stepped out into the street, I could see the bus approaching in the distance. I hailed the bus and stepped on. The ten o'clock bus had very few people on the upper deck, the ten-thirty had even fewer.

'This is the seat that the man sat in!'

"Is..." I stopped myself, looked around and lowered my voice to less than a whisper, "is not."

We stopped at the third stop, 'Look to the left!'

The bus started moving as I looked, just two seconds but in that time I saw the bed, saw that it hadn't been made that morning, stockings on the back of the seat in front of the dressing table. Pink nighty on the foot of the bed, pink netting with tiny bows framing the front.

I whispered to myself, "Shit, you can see everything in these bedrooms even in two seconds."

'Yes, and he had ten seconds to see you, and this is his seat, he's on your mind!'

I tried to ignore the constant jibing of my inner voice for the rest of the journey into town, the bus turned off of Wellingborough Road and onto The High Street at two minutes to eleven. Market Place ran parallel with the High Street, just one road over, I would normally have walked back to Wellingborough Road, turned right and then right into Market Place.

I was standing at the side of the driver as he slowed to the bus stand, the doors opened and I froze, I recognised the face of a man walking out of the pharmacy towards the doors of the bus, I'd only seen his face once and only for ten seconds but it was recent, just thirty minutes earlier as he looked into my bedroom, there was a smile of recognition on his face as he waited for me to step off of the bus.

I crossed the High Street and as I stepped onto the pavement opposite the bus I looked back, he was standing in front of the bus rather than getting on it. He was looking at me, lust in his eyes. I was about to turn to the right as he crossed the road behind me. I flew into an irrational panic. I didn't want him following me all the way to my meeting. Instead of turning right I entered the alleyway between the local Greggs and the pork butcher's shop. Locally we called the alleyway 'The Pig's Tail,' although it wasn't really named. The name came from the fact that the alley went away from the High Street around fifty yards and in front of the factory that made orthopaedic shoes, the alley suddenly turned to the right, after another fifty yards it turned to the left, fifty yards and it turned to the left again and ran another fifty yards before turning to the right again and headed into Market Place.

People hardly ever used the alley because it was so convoluted, the only people who used it wanted to go to the factory that was in between the shops in front of it and behind. I reached the door to the factory and looked over my shoulder. He was standing at the entrance to the alleyway looking at me to see if I was going into the factory.

I turned to the right and set off again, I stopped again at the left turn and looked back. He was just turning into the same section of the alley that I was in. I set off again, I turned left, there was a bin full of leatherette off-cuts from the factory and behind that there was a deeply recessed doorway.

I still didn't want him to follow me to my meeting so I stepped between the bin and the wall, wriggling into the doorway at the back of the factory. I stood there hardly daring to breathe, he turned the corner and walked past the bin, I let out a sigh of relief but that sigh was short lived, he was suddenly in the doorway with me, pressing me back into the alcove.

His right hand was on the back of my neck, pulling my face into his, his lips crushed into mine, he forced his tongue into my mouth and what did I do, absolutely nothing, I just stood there with my arms at my side, my portfolio in my left hand and my handbag in my right. My body shaking under the onslaught of his lips on mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth.

He changed tack a little, he stopped kissing me and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, he sucked it hard as his right hand slipped off of the back of my neck and was met by his left hand, his thumbs under my chin and his fingers under my ears, he bit down on my bottom lip causing me to gasp in pain and as I gasped his hands moved to the collar of my coat. My body wrenched from side to side, causing even more pain on my bottom lip, the top three buttons of my coat gave way. My belt stopped the final button being pulled open. He shook my upper body as he pulled my coat over my shoulders and down to my elbows and my arms were still at my sides but now they were trapped there by my coat.

Fingers were now at the top button of my blouse, the button was flipped open and he moved on to the second button, flipping that button open too. He gathered the collar of my blouse in his hands and pulling the neck open to below my bra and he pulled that over my shoulders too, pulled it down to meet my coat, further trapping my arms.

He stepped back and looked at my bra covered breasts, "Very pretty bra but I preferred them earlier when I saw them in your bedroom!"

He leaned back into me and kissed my cheek, then down to my jaw and onto my neck, just below my ear. He kissed my neck as he eased my bra straps off over my shoulders and as they fell he sucked the flesh of my neck into his mouth and bit down hard. He had to put some effort into pushing my bra cups down to my waist and exposing my breasts.

He lifted the weight of both of my breasts with his hands as he kissed and bit his way down my neck and over my collarbone. My body was almost vibrating with...well, I'd say fear or embarrassment but the voice in my head kept repeating, 'You're excited, he's turned you on!' over and over again.

The pain walking across my collarbone ended suddenly as he lowered his head and began kissing his way down over my left breast, he didn't bite me again until he sucked my left nipple into his mouth and clamped his teeth over my left nipple.

I was looking to the left and to the right along the alleyway, it wouldn't have mattered if there had been anyone walking past, apart from shouting out and drawing attention to my partial nakedness, there was nothing else I could do with my clothes holding my arms tight against my sides.

He lifted his head and stepped back again to look at my bare chest, "Much better, I love the way your nipples grow when they are bitten. I looked down at my chest, my right nipple was swollen with blood pumping into it, my left nipple was even bigger and bright red from his biting.

He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, there was a slight pressure backwards on my left shoulder and a forward pressure on my right. I turned my body in front of him until I was facing the door. He put his left hand on my stomach and pulled my hips backwards into his stomach and his right hand pressed between my shoulders, pushing my upper body forward. My forehead crashed into the door, as my arms were pinned to my side I couldn't prevent my head crashing.

I felt him pulling at the short length of belt holding the long vent up the back of my coat closed. The sides of my coat fell down at my sides, he rubbed his hands down over the back of my skirt, down to the bottom hem at the back of my skirt and he gripped it and folded it up over the small of my back.

He rubbed his hands down over the back of my knickers and then he pulled the left leg hole of my panties to the right, he pulled so hard that I almost overbalanced to my right, I had to spread my feet to steady myself. I looked down between my legs, he'd stepped forward and I saw the sharp creases down the front of his trousers suddenly crumple and felt warmth against my left bum cheek and then slippery moisture across to between my legs. His knees bent and then he pushed against my bottom and stood up again quickly, his cockhead crashed into the barrier between my bum and cunt, fortunately it went to the clean side of the barrier.

The sex was over quite quickly thankfully and I didn't embarrass myself by having an orgasm of my own. He was only average size, about the same size as my husband but when he fired off it felt like a lot more volume and it seemed to be a lot thicker than Johnny's...delivered with a lot more power too.

I watched between my legs, he stepped back, the crumpled legs of his trousers turned instantly into razor sharp creases again and suddenly I was alone in the doorway. I had to fight with my clothes to get my arms free and push against the door to stand up straight.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure that there was no one behind me as I pulled my bra back over my breasts, followed by my blouse, fastened quickly up to the neck and finally I pulled my coat into place. I buttoned the front of my coat as I hurried out of my hiding place and along to the end of The Pig's Tail, out into Market Place. My bottom lip was sore, all the lipstick had been sucked off of it and it felt fat, felt like it could be bleeding even.

I couldn't go to my meeting in my condition so I sat at a table outside a coffee shop. I ordered an Americana coffee. I looked at my reflection in the coffee shop window. My bottom lip looked three times bigger than usual. I gasped at the sight of my lip and then I noticed two grey circles on the side of my neck above my collar. I opened the top three buttons of my blouse and saw the third bruise on my neck and then another three bruises across my collarbone. My coffee was delivered and I got a funny look off of the waitress as I was muttering to myself, brushing the tips of my fingers over the six small bruises, raised to the touch and painful as my fingertips rubbed across my skin.

I was still looking at my reflection and I watched an elderly man sit at my table. I turned quickly in my seat to face the man who had taken the liberty of sitting at my table without a word.

The man held a DVD in his hand, "I'm glad I've found you miss, I was on my way to the police station to hand this in..." I looked at him more than a little confused, "...I saw it, saw it all but you were gone before I could get the door open, I assumed that you'd rushed off to report the man to the police. I have a camera opposite the back door to my factory, it recorded everything, I dropped the footage down onto this DVD to hand in to the police but I guess it's up to you really...you know, to report or not to report!"

'See, he watched everything, he thought that you were raped by that guy!'

I looked around, I was alone out in front of that coffee shop, "I didn't say no!"

'You didn't say yes, he didn't ask, he just fucked you.'

"I didn't do anything to stop him!"

'You froze, if you don't go to the police he'll rape someone else and she might not be as lucky as you!'

I shook my head...I'll have to think about things very carefully. I took my mobile phone out of my pocket and told the people that I was due to have my meeting with that I was ill and would have to rebook a later date to give my presentation.

I'd look at the DVD, see if I thought that it looked like rape, I'd have to tell Johnny what happened, probably let him watch the DVD too, if it didn't look too bad that is.

I finished my coffee, picked up my handbag and my portfolio, as I bent forward I noticed a string of jellified liquid fall from the bottom of my seat, there was a small puddle under my seat that looked a little like a colourless egg sitting on the concrete beneath the seat I was sitting on. Seeing the puddle under me was bad enough but it got worse when I realised that I'd sat on the back of my Indian cotton skirt because the metal seat would be cold.

I wasn't an expert on these things but on the occasions that Johnny had worn a condom during intimacy, I'd taken care of the clean-up and the teat of the condom had never had more than a teaspoon of jizz in it, under my seat there was at least two or three tablespoons of spunk already and I could definitely feel more inside my pussy.

I paid for my coffee and stood up, I blushed as the waitress looked at the seat I'd been sitting in and below, I walked away as she was spraying table cleaner over the metal grid of the seat I'd just been sitting on and she wiped it clean. I looked along the length of Market Place, three hundred yards to the corner of Wellingborough Road, at least three hundred people to go past to the corner, more still on the short walk along Wellingborough Road and then all the way back to the number eighteen bus stop on the High Street.

I stopped at the end of The Pig's Tail, I wouldn't pass anyone if I took that route back to the bus stand but the last time I walked that alleyway I'd been raped...well, maybe fucked without my overt consent more than raped, the court was still out on that point. 'Lightning wouldn't struck twice in the same place...even if you wanted it to...deep down inside!'

"Shut up...you have no idea!"

'A little too loud Victoria, the waitress heard you.'

I looked at the woman fussing around the empty tables in front of her coffee shop, she wasn't really wiping the tables down, she was concentrating on me and at that moment there was a 'Splot!' between my feet, we both looked down, it looked like a lump of petroleum jelly the size of a sugar cube had fallen from my pussy and onto the pavement. I was jolted into action, I almost jumped into The Pig's Tail and hurried through it, I took a wide path by the bin outside the shoe factory's back door and as my left arm brushed against the brick wall on the opposite side of the alley I looked up.

'How the hell did you miss that?' my inner voice shouted in my ear.

"I wasn't looking that way, it's a sixty foot high brick wall, there isn't even a window in it, I was looking up and down the alleyway!"

'She was looking into his eyes...he had very sexy eyes!'

What the hell, that voice sounded like my mother, not my usual inner voice! I was tipped a little more off balance now and started to run.

'She's finding it difficult to admit it to herself that he turned her on, she thinks that just because she didn't cum, it proves that she didn't want him to fuck her.'

'She's always been the same, he was good, very good...she would have had the orgasm of her life if she'd just let herself go.'

I stopped in my tracks, "Muuuum..." I stopped myself, it sounded like my mother's voice but she was over a hundred miles away, playing bridge probably at this time of day.

I stopped just short of the High Street, I'd stand at the end of the alley and wait for the number eighteen bus to arrive and I'd run over to it as fast as I could. I was the only one to board the bus at the High Street terminus; I paid a pound for my ticket, that would cover me all the way to the golf club, one stop beyond where I had to get off. The bus didn't run down my road on the way out of town. The route out of town was down St Andrews Way, at the end it would turn right into Jacklin Drive and right again into the end of Wentworth Way, stopping outside the golf course's club house.

In an ideal world, I'd stay on the bus to the terminus and get off at the first stop of the inward trip but if I did that, the driver would have to charge me another pound for just one stop. I'd have to get off at the back of Mary's house and walk through the footpath between her house and her neighbour's.

The bus set off, I as the only passenger, I found myself on the top deck, I was sitting in the same seat that I sat on during my inward trip, I'd put my portfolio on the seat by the window and my handbag next to it, I'd pulled the vent at the back of my coat as wide apart as possible so that the mess falling from my cunt wouldn't stain the tail of my coat...I'd remembered that the back of my skirt was already soaking wet and I didn't want to sit on that so the last thing I did as I sat down was flick the back of my skirt down the gap between the seat and the backrest of the seat.

The bus stopped at the traffic lights at the end of the High Street, as it did I was slid forward in my seat slightly, the course hairs of the seat brushed over my labia and sent off an electric shock through my body. I looked down and then I looked all around, even though knew I was all alone on the bus. I lifted the front of my skirt and looked between my legs. I couldn't actually see anything so I lifted my feet, I hooked the three inch heels of my shoes over the front edge of my seat, spreading my legs as wide as I could.

My pussy lips were exposed, exposed and soaking wet, they shouldn't have been exposed, I was still wearing my lacy lilac panties but the man had broken the stitching and the elastic around my left leg hole and he had pulled the panties to the side so hard that my panties were twisted, leaving my pussy totally open. I noticed that the fine tangle of hairs on either side of my labia were soaking wet and seemed to be standing up because the liquid coating them was so thick. I brushed my fingertips through the hairs on either side of my vaginal opening, it was like I was combing the hairs, they turned from a tangle into straight rows of hair, all standing to attention.

'You don't know anything about him, he could have had fleas, crabs or worse...he could have an STD or aids!'

My inner voice had disturbed me, distracted me, my nails raked over my clitoris, my body jerked, it was a little painful and I rubbed my fingertips over my clitoris to 'Sooth' it and I gasped, I closed my eyes and saw his face as an orgasm washed over me while I was toying with my clitoris. I really had no idea what the hell I was doing but my orgasmic need had taken over me and I was rubbing furiously driving my pleasure higher and higher.

I was only brought to my senses when the bus pulled over at a stop, I looked down into the street, a man was standing at the side of the road, holding his arm out for the bus to stop. I actually recognised the man. He was Carl, the handy-man from the golf club. I was idly brushing my fingers up and down over my labia, my heels still hooked over the front edge of the seat and my knees were still wide apart. I saw the top of his head first. He was climbing the stairs to the top deck.

I moved as quickly as I could, my feet were on the floor and my skirt was covering my upper thighs, I'd like to say my knees but the skirt wasn't that long...when I chose the skirt I'd imagined myself swishing my hips as I presented my ideas at my meeting. I usually worked from home, all alone, when I made a pitch to a customer was the only time I actually met anyone during the day as a rule. I'd be trying to sell my ideas for a makeover to their offices entrance and reception area, I'd be displaying my portfolio of drawings but I knew full well that they would be looking at the way I presented myself more than my designs.

At the top of the stairs he looked like he was heading to the front few rows of seats until he realised that I was sitting in the middle of the bus and he changed his mind, he walked down to my side, "Hi Mrs Clarke...mind if I sit here with you?"

I smiled up at Carl's face. "Erm...no problem Carl."

I moved my portfolio off the seat and onto the floor at the side of my left foot, I did the same with my handbag but that, I placed between my feet. I slid my bottom closer to the left side of the bus without thinking. If I'd been thinking...I would have lifted my bum up off the seat before I moved. As my pussy dragged over the course hairs of the seat, I gave a little gasp and my body shook, hopefully Carl wouldn't have noticed as he was sitting down at my side.

'You're living in 'La-la' land if you think Carl didn't spot that, and anyway, you stink of sex, he can probably smell you're on heat...he probably smelled you as soon as he got on!'

I was sitting with my left elbow on the window sill and my right hand, palm down on the seat between us. Carl had lifted his left arm as he sat down and his arm was over the handrail at the back of my seat.

"Don't usually see you on the bus Mrs Clarke!"

"I usually work from home...call me Victoria or Vicky...I just had to pop into town for something!"

Carl turned in his seat to look at me closely. I saw his eyes focussing on my bottom lip and his mouth turned into a Cheshire cat grin. He moved slightly and was looking at my neck, I knew that the two bite marks on my neck were taking his attention, his right hand lifted and the tips of his fingers brushed over the bites, "These look a little painful...I can feel the indentations made by his teeth, these bites are less than an hour old..."

Carl's fingers moved down from the two visible bite marks to the collar of my blouse, he pulled, I expected the buttons to limit the collar's movement but I was wrong, without any perceptible effort my collar was stretched all the way over the outside of my right arm. His fingers backtracked over my collarbone, "...six bites...this 'Something' that you had to do in town, did it involve a cheap hotel and a 'Nooner!' by any chance?"

I should have slapped his face...should have done a lot of things...okay, the guy earlier, I didn't ask him to...didn't give him permission or anything but he was bloody handsome, handsome, fit looking and a stranger. Carl was less handsome, probably physically fitter then the man earlier but he was a manual worker and he worked at the golf club that I was a social member of and my husband was a full member of as well. Carl had a bit of a reputation around the club as did the women who accepted his favours. I didn't want to join that particular club!

I looked out of the window to my left, I saw my reflection, my face was red, I saw movement in the reflection, I felt hot breath against my collarbone and Carl's left hand brushed against my neck, his fingertips pressing against my left cheek, he was turning my head back to face him. His lips were waiting for me as I faced him and he kissed me...well, we kissed really. I'd been totally passive earlier, I hadn't responded to his kiss and because I didn't react or respond he bit my lip, bit it to try and illicit a reaction from me I was sure of that now. Carl's tongue pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth for him...he inserted the tip of his tongue into my mouth. I reacted and responded this time; I sucked his tongue into my mouth deeper.

I felt Carl's lips curl into a smile as I responded to his kiss, I pulled away from him and looked out of the window again. I felt his right hand on top of my own right hand, he picked my hand up and inspected it, "Did you paint your nails or did you get it done at the nail bar?"

I looked back at him, "I did them myself last night."

He kissed the back of my hand and then he sniffed at it, he turned my hand over and sniffed at my fingertips, "Yours or his?"

"What?"

"The smell of sex on your fingers, is it your juice or his?"

I looked away as he licked the tips of my fingers, "Mmmm, his, mixed with yours I'd say...very fresh too!"

I looked back at his face just as he lowered my hand, not back down on the seat between us this time, he placed my hand, palm down on the lump in the front of his trousers.

His cock was wide, it could have been doubled over or something. 'Stupid cow, he's hard, you can't fold an erection double.'

He pulled at my wrist, the palm of my hand brushed all the way from his balls to his... My hand was at the waistband of his corduroy trousers and his cock was still going on, he lifted my hand and pushed my fingers inside the front of his shirt, my fingertips suddenly felt heat and moisture, his cockhead was above the waistband of his trousers, inside his shirt. My fingers closed around his cockhead with no input from me at all. I looked out of the window again, I knew that my hand was moving under Carl's shirt, I wasn't exactly masturbating him under his shirt, I was just 'Toying' with his cockhead the way that I'd done to my clitoris after I'd caught it earlier with my nails.

"My stop is next!"

"Stop on with me, come to the golf club with me."

'Ye...right bozo, I'm not going to become another notch on your seven-iron buster!'

I was trapped against the window and Carl was in the way, stopping me getting off but I didn't press the point, I rode the bus to the terminus with my hand rolling all over his cockhead all the way, he was pumping pre-cum out all the way and when I finally pulled my hand out of the front of his shirt, my palm was covered in his juice.

I followed him down the stairs. I had to wipe my palm with a tissue before I could pick up my handbag.

We sidestepped the clubhouse's front door and walked around to the garage where Carl repaired things like the golf carts and lawnmowers.

Once we were inside the garage Carl said, "Do you like sucking cocks Vicky?"

'Mind your own fucking business!'

I looked through the open doors from the garage and out towards the tenth tee. I didn't do it because I was worried that someone out there would see in to the garage...Carl's world was more or less invisible to the club's members. I'd turned my face away from Carl so he wouldn't see my lips move as I whispered, "Shut up, I'm here of my own free will, what's the point of coming in here if I'm not going to cooperate?"

'Fuck you mean, you said cooperate but you meant fuck...'

"Mum..." I whispered again.

I slowly looked back at Carl. He was waiting for my answer. "I do it for Johnny."

"Doing something for your husband and doing something because you like it are totally different!"

I thought about it for a moment, "I do it, I'm not sure how much I like it though, it's usually all over a little quick. I only usually do it when Johnny is horny and doesn't have the time for full sex."

"Do you take him in deep?"

I found myself smiling, "Johnny isn't that big really!"

"Will you strip off for me Vicky?"

I looked back towards the garage doors, I could see a twosome out on the tenth tee and a four were standing aside to let them play through, course etiquette had it that a foursome would take much longer to play a hole and so they let a twosome play through to try and prevent gridlocking.

"I'm worried about the doors being open."

"I have to leave them open to prove that I'm in here."

"What if someone has a problem with a golf cart and comes over to tell you about it?"

"They'd go to the pro shop to book it in, the pro would phone me...I'm the lowest of the low, no one wants to speak to me directly..." he smiled, "...well, apart from a few wives who want a little personal service!"

I looked through the open doorway again and looked back at Carl, I gasped, his trousers and underpants were around his ankles and his cock was standing away from his body...Carl was a God amongst men, at a guess, he was close to twice the length of my husband and half as fat again.

I found myself licking my lips and I reached out my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. "I'd love to see you naked Vicky but it's up to you...if someone did come in here, if they caught you wanking or sucking me off it wouldn't make any difference whether you were clothed or naked."

I looked to the door again and took a step closer to Carl, my back was to him as I looked out onto the golf course. Carl reached around me, his cock was pressing into the small of my back and my fist was pumping up and down his cock slowly. I quickly lost my coat, my blouse, bra and skirt. Carl pushed my body away from his and he looked at my damaged knickers.

"He was in a bit of a hurry was he?"

I nodded my head and took a deep breath as I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my knickers and wriggled them down over my hips, pushing them down to the floor and stepped out of them. All I was wearing was my shoes and socks. I just stood there in a dirty garage totally naked and waiting for action. I expected Carl to jump on me and fuck my brains out but instead he took my hand and pulled me behind his workbench, he threw a pile of cleaning rags on the floor and pushed me down onto my knees in a sea of soft rags. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth for him.

Unlike Johnny, Carl wasn't interested in just taking his pleasure out of my mouth. I learned a hell of a lot about sucking a cock in the next forty minutes, forty minutes of dedicated and energetic sucking and he wasn't even close to shooting off.

There was a scuffing sound of spiked shoes being dragged over the cleaning brush. Carl pushed me hard against the back of his bench and quickly pulled his trousers back up.

"Carl mate...sorry about earlier, I know that I was supposed to meet you in town this morning but when I got off the bus on the High Street and collected the payment from the manager of the pharmacy, I spotted that bird from eighty-nine Wentworth Way...you know, the wife of that prat John Clarke...anyway, I saw her on my way into town from the bus, stark-bollock naked in her bedroom and then again in town as she got off the bus..."

I couldn't be seen behind the work desk and all the stuff being repaired on top of it and he could only see Carl from the waist up. Carl pulled his zip down and extracted his cock from his trousers. I didn't want to do it with another man in the garage but Carl rammed his cock into my mouth and I was sucking him off all over again.

"...she kept giving me the eye, I was about to get on the bus to come to you but I decided to follow her down a back alley. I had her totally topless out in the open and as I was about to push her down to suck my cock, she turned her back on me so I pushed her over and gave her a good seeing too."

"She's a very pretty woman!"

"Yes, she's gorgeous but kind of unresponsive. I fucked her for twenty minutes at least and she was nowhere close to an orgasm. She was so tight down there though, when I finally shot her I dumped more spunk in her than I've ever done in my life before."

"I'll have to check her out next time I get the chance."

When we started out Carl was making most of the moves as I sucked him but now, with the other man looking at him he was just standing there and I had to do all the work. I had my hands on his hips, his cock deep in my mouth rubbing over my uvula and I was looking up into his face.

"She won't look at you, you're a horny handed son of the soil and I'm a property developer, a business man like her husband."

Carl stepped forward, banging the back of my head into the cupboard door under his bench. Banging my head and forcing his cockhead into my throat, I wanted to gag but before I could it was too late, his cock was blocking the way.

"Just remember...it's my horny hands that do the work on the properties that you develop."

Carl stepped back but I followed, I kept his cockhead in my throat and I brought him off as he stood counting the money that his friend had passed over the bench to him. Carl climaxed without making a movement or a sound and his cock had slipped out of my mouth before his friend left the garage.

"It's okay, he's gone...that was great, I thought that you'd panic and run for the hills when Bob walked in on us. So it was Bob that fucked you earlier!"

I stood up and wrapped my arms around Carl's neck and slavered kisses all over his face. It felt a little strange, I was totally naked while the man I was kissing was fully dressed, he'd even put his cock away.

"What time do you have to be home?"

"Not early, I had a meeting planned for today so Johnny's going for a game of golf before he goes home!"

"A game of golf!"

I nodded my head.

"You mean he'll be here, playing golf?"

My jaw dropped and my mouth fell open.

"What time does he finish work?"

I looked at my watch, "Twenty minutes ago!"

"So he's here already!"

"Possibly!"

I was just standing there totally naked and I wasn't feeling the slightest need to get dressed even though I was probably finished playing with Carl for the day...there wasn't even any panic that my husband could be just feet away from us at that moment.

There were voices beyond the garage doors, "John, you looking for a partner to play a round with?"

"Johnny...sure, I handed in my name at reception, I'll go and tell the girl that I'm sorted out now but I just have to tell Carl that my locker door is broken."

"Your last name's Clarke isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"I'll go and sort out the receptionist while you sort things out with Carl."

My eyes opened wide and once again I froze, fortunately Carl was on the ball, he pushed me back down behind his workbench. Carl stepped out to meet Johnny in the garage doorway. They discussed Johnny's problem, his locker door was left unlocked because the door had fallen and the latch didn't line up anymore.

"I'll get onto it right away Mr Clarke."

Carl returned to his bench and picked up his toolbox while Johnny headed off to meet his playing partner. Carl stood and watched me get dressed, "I wonder how many hints Bob will drop to your husband that he fucked you in an alley in the middle of town at lunch time?"

I gasped, "He won't will he?"

"He will but he'll be subtle, I doubt that your husband will spot anything he says as being important."

Carl kissed me passionately and walked towards the door, "I'll check that the coast is clear."

Carl beckoned for me to follow him. "Will you come to see me again?"

"I don't think so. I'm very busy with work at the moment."

'Don't kid yourself, you want to feel that cock up your cunt, he's got the biggest cock you've ever seen outside of a blue film...you'll be knocking on his garage door first thing in the morning!'

"Mum, stop that!"

"Shame...oh well, if I see you again I'll make sure I give you a good time for that great deep throat you gave me."

I walked down the driveway from the golf club's car park, I could see Johnny and Bob were on the fairway, heading to the first green, my husband and my rapist, playing golf together.

Well, that clinched it, no matter what the DVD showed, I couldn't show it to Johnny now...a film showing his latest golf partner raping me or, if not raping me at least screwing me in a factory doorway.

'Rape...Bob didn't see it as rape...Bob thought that you were giving him the glad-eye and he followed you because he thought that you wanted him to.'

"I didn't give him the glad-eye...whatever that is!"

"You okay Mrs Clark?"

God! "Sorry Paul, just mulling things over, I missed a big business opportunity this morning because I'd left my portfolio of designs in the boot of my husband's car." I lifted my leather design case and gestured with it towards Johnny's car.

"It's a real bugger when something like that happens!"

Paul was a junior member, he could play out of peak times but as the full members were starting to arrive from work he had to stop, even if he hadn't completed a full round. He had a lightweight golf bag over his shoulder. with just four clubs, one wood, two irons and a putter. He fell in at my side and his feet fell into a sympathetic stride with me, just like we were marching together.

"You going to the masquerade ball this year Mrs Clarke?"

"You don't have to call me Mrs Clarke Paul. You can call me Victoria or Vicky..." I looked at Paul's face, his cheeks flushed a little red, "...I've never been to the annual masquerade ball, I'm not a big drinker and the clubs social events always end up in a drunken rabble...I wouldn't have thought that you were old enough to go to a club social though."

"The president said juniors could go to social events after their seventeenth birthday so long as they didn't drink any alcohol, so I was just old enough to go to the last masquerade ball."

"Did you have fun?"

"I'd say that the party was interesting rather than fun...I learned a lot about the other members that I didn't know before though!"

Striding along with the left leg hole of my knickers flopping bout, almost flicking at my soaking wet labia as I walked, as well as the slinky Indian cotton pleats of my skirt brushing the tops of my thighs was reminding me that I'd had two sexual encounters in the past five or six hours and had no sexual release of my own...I guess if I included my exposure at ten o'clock I could say I'd had three sexual encounters and no climax to calm my raging inner fire. Because of all that sexual tension I couldn't help looking at the front of Paul's trousers, the bulge wasn't massive down there but it was obvious that Paul was sexually excited.

I have to say that from that moment on and for the rest of the walk to my house my total attention was focussed on that spot between my legs that was craving a man's attention. We reached my house and Paul was reluctant to move on to his own house, we just stood around making small talk and I inched towards the storm porch in front of my front door. Paul looked down at the threshold behind the outer door, "Wow, I've never seen a mosaic like that before! Was it here when you moved in?"

'He's hot for you...he's fishing for in invitation inside...the house as well as you!'

I turned away from Paul, "He's not even eighteen!"

"Sorry Mrs...erm...Vicky, what did you say?"

"I was just wondering when you'll turn eighteen."

"Last week, I...rather, we...had my birthday party at the golf club last Saturday."

"I missed it, we were away last weekend."

Paul looked back at the floor inside my porch, "I've never seen anything so detailed and colourful on a floor before!"

"Thanks, that was my first try at designing a mosaic."

"You designed this?"

"Designed it, cut all the squares of tiles, mixed the concrete and pressed the tiles into place, all by myself."

"Wow, you're very talented Vicky."

I smiled at him, "Well Paul, thanks for walking me home, I'd better go in now."

Paul looked disappointed and that bulge in the front of his trousers deflated a little. "The thing is, well, last year, at the masquerade ball...well...everybody said that the bored women members at the club, women looking for a little something extra...well, they usually went to Carl's workshop for a different kind of service than the male members looked for!"

Paul blushed a little more and he looked into my eyes, "You went into Carl's workshop this afternoon and were in there for an hour!"

'He's trying to blackmail you into sex!'

"I'm sorry Paul, I don't really have time to chat now, I have to get my husband's dinner ready." I lied.

'He doesn't believe you...look at his face.'

"If you're too busy at the moment, what about tomorrow? I can come round early in the morning...after Johnny has left for work of course..." there was a very sneaky look on his face as he pondered further, "...and if you're still too busy tomorrow...I could come around even earlier the next day!"

'There it is again, a veiled threat, let me in, let me do what I want or I'll tell!'

I just nodded my head...more to my inner voice than to Paul, and I stepped into my house, closing the door on Paul.

I took my portfolio up to my work room, the large back bedroom next to the bathroom at the back of the house. I dumped my sketches, drawings and paintings on my desk, the little voice in my head reminded me not to sit down before I'd done something about my wet skirt and knickers.

I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor and pulled my knickers off, I looked at the damaged left leg hole, stitches snapped, elastic broken and a half inch rip up the outer seam. I wasn't really a good enough sewer to repair my favourite knickers. I'd have to look in the shops to find something similar.

I laid my knickers down on my desk, the right hand side was still perfect, it formed a hemisphere of lace that mimicked my buttock, the left side looked more like an oblong, a flag almost, flying to the left. The side seams had been four inches long but on the left, only three and a half inches now and the curve was gone. I stood looking at the lilac lace...it was a real shame, they still looked great, just a little wounded.

An idea trickled into my head and I picked up my steel ruler, I placed it on top of my knickers and used my artistic eye, I was sure that I could give my favourite panties the kiss of life! I picked up a new craft knife, like a scalpel but not as hygienic, just as sharp though.

I put my knickers on a cutting board and positioned the steel ruler so that one end was an eighth of an inch in from the broken elastic of my left leg hole and I twisted the other end up towards the waistband, I stopped when there was just a little less than half the side seam left and carefully sliced along the steel edge, slicing lilac lace away from my panties. I inspected the off cuts, pulling at them in all directions; they didn't fray too much so I wouldn't bother hemming the leg holes. Even if I only got to wear them once or twice more it was once or twice more than I would have been able to wear them if I threw them away today.

I made the same cut on the other leg hole but first I had to cut up the side seam a little and I stretched the material into a similar oblong shape that the left side had been. The redesign of my lilac knickers looked a little strange when I picked them up by the waist, the gusset seemed to hang uneasily without the structure of the elasticated leg holes but I stepped in them to see what they looked like on.

They felt like French knickers but without the long legs and as I walked through to my bedroom to look at myself in the mirror the little clump of cotton in the gusset kept bouncing up against my pussy with each step, it felt like my knickers were patting my pussy with each step I took.

I stood in front of my mirror and looked at my knickers, they felt loose but looked great in reflection, I looked closer but this time I was focussing on my neck, I pulled my collar to one side and all the buttons down the front of my blouse popped open, well, all but the last two that is.

My bra cup came into view, I opened the last two buttons and wriggled my blouse off of my shoulders and it fluttered to the floor. I wriggled my hips, there was a stark contrast, my bra holding my tits in place, firm, ordered...correct and my panties were swishing and swaying, unfettered and in disarray.

'Phasht!' my head jerked from the mirror to the front window, a bus had pulled up to the stop outside my house, there was a woman with a buggy and a toddler to get on the bus and a single man on the top deck, looking into my bedroom window, looking at me. He did a double take and then he grinned. I looked down at the woman struggling to fold her buggy and keep a hold on the toddler.

I looked back at the man and saw him mouth 'more!' in my direction...he wanted to see more...more of me.

I just stood there, I'd lived in this house for over a year and until today I'd never really taken any interest in the busses, apart from riding them into town or out again, they had been invisible to me.

I reached behind my shoulders and flipped the clasp in the back strap between my shoulder blades, my tits fell a little and pushed the cups away from my chest. The man's grin widened, he mimed clapping and mouthed 'More!' again.

I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my knickers and pushed them down, stepping out of them and I stood in front of the window, stood in front of the man on the bus totally naked. I rubbed my left hand down over my abdomen and lower, brushing down over my ginger bush as the bus slipped away from the stop.

I realised that standing there, totally naked as I was, I could actually be seen from the street below, only the top half of my naked body, just from my navel upwards. I looked over to Mary's house, I could see her bed quite clearly so if anyone had been over there looking in my direction they would have seen down to my knees. Of course I could see that there was no one in Mary's bedroom but the houses on either side of her house, they had net curtains, anyone could be standing in those bedrooms looking over at me. I couldn't put net curtains up, Johnny had an allergy to house dust so our bedroom had hypo-allergenic carpets, mattress cover, pillows, duvet and curtains.

I walked back to the mirror, still naked, I looked at the left side of my neck, the line of bites looked less pronounced now. The little ridges left by Bob's teeth were gone. I dabbed at each of the six bites with concealer, just enough to hide the bite but not enough to draw attention to what it hid.

I looked at my lips next. The swelling in my bottom lip had gone down a little. I found my chocolate liner pencil and carefully lined around my bottom lip and then did the same to my upper lip. I found a soft wax lipstick, it was designed to moisturise damaged lips but it wouldn't stay put, it would brush off onto anything my lips touched. After I was happy that I had a good thick layer of soft wax over my lips I got my hard-shell liquid lip gloss. I painted the liquid on my lips out to the chocolate lip liner, locking everything in place.

My mobile phone rang in my handbag, I took it out of my bag and looked at the screen, 'Johnny!'

"Hi baby, how's it going?"

There was a lot of noise, I could tell that it was Johnny's voice but not what he was saying over the background noise.

"Sorry darling, I can't hear you!"

There was the sound of heavy breathing for a few moments and suddenly the background noise disappeared from the line.

"Is that better?"

"Yes, I can hear you perfectly now."

"How did your presentation go?"

"It was a little 'Non-committal!', I don't think it went well."

"How were you dressed?"

"White blouse and navy mid length skirt, my navy Cuban heel shoes."

"Well, your designs are all great, anyone would love them but perhaps you weren't dressed quite right."

"Could be...I'll have to look into taking a presentation class before I have another go at presenting my work."

"The thing is, darling...I've been playing golf this afternoon with Bob Baker, he's a property developer, I told him about your designs, he'd like to see them."

"I'll put a few copies together and you can..."

"He wants to see you...you presenting your work, he can look at designs online at any time."

"Oh, okay, when?"

"I'm going to bring him home after we've finished this drink...erm..Vicky!"

"What?" "Can I suggest something?"

"What?"

"Can I suggest you wear the dress I bought you last Valentine's Day?"

"I don't think that would be suitable really."

"He's a man...a horny man...wear the dress the way you did for me on St Valentine's Day, he'll pay a lot of attention to you if you do."

The call was over. Johnny had bought me that dress as a present for himself, my real present was a long gold chain, heavy links, long enough to go around my waist or be worn as a necklace if it were doubled over. The dress was scarlet, it was lightweight parachute silk dress, four inches above the knee and with a simple belt around the waist to hold it closed. Johnny had dressed me that night, the heavy gold chain around my waist; hold up stockings and the dress and nothing else.

Johnny had dressed me up like a whore to take me to a party but we didn't get out of the front door, we ended up fucking all night long. The dress was dry-cleaned and pressed and I'd hung it at the back of my wardrobe and it hadn't seen the light of day...or night...since.

I opened my wardrobe, the red silk, wrap-over dress, was skulking at the very back of the wardrobe like a vampire, scared of the sunlight. I held the dress against my body and looked at my reflection, my lips matched the dress perfectly, I could have had that dress in mind as I was doing my lips. There was something wrong though, my eyes didn't look right. I quickly applied a little mascara on my lashes, top and bottom. I dug out a small set of eye shadow pots, vivid colours and glitter mixed in.

I used my finger tip to apply a triangle of royal blue glitter-shadow above each eye. Wider at the nose and growing smaller towards the outer edge of each eye. I then swapped to scarlet and popped another triangle just above my eyelid, the triangle point to my nose and the widest part on the outside of each eye.

I found a new pair of self-support stockings and smoothed them up my legs. I found the chain and put that on, 'exactly how I was dressed on St Valentine's Day!' I thought. Well, not exactly the same, I'd obviously lost a few pounds since St Valentine's Day, the chain slipped down to my hips instead of forming a gold ring around my waist. I wrapped the dress around my body and tied that belt. On St Valentine's Day the outline of the gold chain had been hidden by the tie holding the dress closed, this time I could see the line of gold draped over my hips three inches below its belt.

I searched high and low for a pair of red shoes. I found my pair with six inch stiletto heels first, there was a scuff on the outside of the right toe. I had a bottle of red leather cleansing milk in my workroom. I painted it onto the tops and heels of both shoes. The milk made the uppers of the soft leather shoes shine like plastic or rather patent leather.

I tottered down the stairs and into the living room, I was pacing up and down across the living room, not because I was worried but because I had to learn all over again how to walk in super high heels every time.

I watched Johnny's car as it swept down the road from the golf club, Bob was sitting in the front passenger seat with a massive grin on his face. I opened the back door and put the kettle on for coffee. Johnny pushed Bob along towards the kitchen door ahead of him, Bob gave me a massive grin as he walked past me and said, "Good afternoon Mrs Clark!"

"Call her Vicky Bob...darling this is Bob Baker, the property developer I was telling you about."

As Johnny was talking he was moving in to kiss me on my cheek rather than my lips because they looked like the lipstick was still wet. As he kissed my cheek his hand patted and rubbed over my bottom, he still had his hand on my arse as he looked to Bob, "Go through to the lounge Bob, while Vicky makes us coffee."

Bob walked into the passageway towards the front door and the bottom of the stairs, he was standing looking up the stairs with his back to the living room door as Johnny slid his hand from my arse and up between my shoulders, "You look and feel fantastic darling, you'll knock his socks off."

"John, I don't really have time for coffee, I've got to go home on the bus for the time being, damned speed cameras!"

Johnny pushed me towards Bob, "You go and do your stuff and I'll make the coffee."

I tottered after Bob but couldn't pass him, "It's up the stairs Bob, top of the stairs and straight over the landing."

Bob stopped on the landing looking into my workroom, "There's no bed in there!"

"No, it's my work room, no room for a bed."

Bob grinned at me again and he stepped in to meet me as I stepped onto the landing. He kissed me and pulled the tie at the side of my dress. He pulled the front of my dress open, "Did John tell you to dress like this when he phoned to see if you were home?"

I nodded my head, "My designs are in there."

"I've not come to see your designs, I always use Oak laminate on my floors, I buy in bulk, only costs me ten quid a square meter, no way I could afford to pay a hundred quid a square meter for a mosaic floor."

The sound of the TV flooded the house. Johnny was in the living room, he was directly under our bedroom and after pushing my dress off of my shoulders, Bob was pulling me in that direction.

I was pushed onto my bed, on my back. Bob pulled his golf shirt off and pushed his jogging bottoms down, no vest or underpants under his shirt and trousers. He covered my body with his and rammed rather than pushed his cock in my cunt. It was a quick fuck, nothing really special but it did get me off and with quite a lot of volume too. I'd been in a sexual whirlwind since Bob screwed me earlier, I'd diddled myself a little on the bus before Carl got on, given myself a little pleasure but it was hardly satisfying. I'd sucked Carl's cock but got no pleasure myself that time. And so I was baying at the moon as Bob fucked me hard and fast.

'Phasht!'

Another damned bus, I lifted my head and looked over Bob's bouncing arse, again there was a single man on the top deck and again, because I didn't have net curtains at my window, he was looking in and got the surprise of his life. He'd stood up to get a better view and a second later the bus and the man were gone.

My orgasm kicked up to another level when I saw the man looking at me as I was being fucked.

Bob stopped pounding away in me, "I guess I've got about twenty minutes left before I have to get dressed in time for the next bus. I was dragged across the bed so that my head was hanging over it and Bob rolled around until his cock was in my mouth and as he fucked my mouth he licked my cunt out. Bob changed up again after ten minutes and he had me bent over my bed, face down on my duvet and he was fucking into me so hard that his hips hitting my buttocks sounded like a slow handclap, speeding up over the next ten minutes until he climaxed into me, two shots in my cunt before he pulled out, one shot drenching my labia and then he gripped his cock and pressed the head against my anus and two further jets of semen were injected into my arse.

Bob started getting dressed and I ran from the bedroom and over to the bathroom, I'd grabbed my dress on my way past it. I sat on the toilet and Bob's semen flooded out of my pussy as well as my bottom. There was no element of jellification this time, all of Bob's spunk was runny just like my husband's, well, apart from the volume, Bob pumped out about a hundred times the amount that Johnny ever did.

It took a while, I had used a ton of toilet tissue to dry myself up but even then, all the toilet tissue in the world wouldn't have dried everything up as Bob was such a prolific spunker. Bob was down stairs while I was still mopping out, Johnny met him at the bottom of the stairs. I heard Bob say, "Your wife is just tidying everything up in her workroom and I have to be on the next bus, thanks for the game and for introducing me to your wife."

'What are you going to do now, Johnny will want to fuck you right now for sure and he'll feel how lose and wet your cunt is right now!'

I whispered, "I'll have to try and distract him somehow!"

I checked myself in the bathroom mirror to make sure that I still looked the same way I did when I climbed the stairs. Johnny was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me as I stepped off of the landing and onto the top step, I saw the top of my stocking, on my left leg, pop into view as I stepped down, Johnny grinned and his trousers inflated. "How did it go?"

"He's only willing to pay ten pounds a square meter for floor covering, he's just a 'Tyre kicker' I guess!"

I took another step down and my right stocking top popped into view and the bulge in Johnny's trousers jumped.

"Would you like me to help you with dinner or would you like to fool around a little first?"

I caught my breath in my throat as I gasped, making dinner would have put the sex off for an hour at the most, I'd never dry out in just an hou...'Stop, I've just remembered why you didn't go to that party, Johnny wanted you to go to the party in that dress and stockings and nothing else but you refused, you were going to change or at least put a bra and panty set on first and that was that, he just jumped you and you bumped the ugly all evening and night long.'

I smiled for the first time in ages, "I don't feel like cooking dinner, I'd rather go out and drown my sorrows over a mushroom risotto and a large bottle of white!"

"You mean go out dressed like that?"

"If you want me too."

I was kidding, I knew if I said no he'd fuck me first and we'd go out later if I managed to make him climax before the last bus.

"I'd better take a quick shower and get changed, I only have twenty-eight minutes until the next bus comes."

I waited for Johnny to have his shower. I drank the coffee he'd made me while I was upstairs being fucked by Bob Baker just ten feet above my husband's head. Twenty minutes later he'd washed away all trace of Johnny Clarke the accountant and apparently washed in a younger version of Johnny Cash as he walked down the stairs wearing double denim and cowboy boots.

'So, you're both going out in fancy dress, you as a whore and him as a country and western singer!'

There was no time to do anything about Johnny's poor dress sense or lack of taste as the bus was already leaving the terminus and heading in our direction. Johnny's arm was already up to let the bus driver know that we wanted him to stop as he stepped out of the front door. Johnny got on the bus first and walked past the driver as I was paying, the driver's eyes followed Johnny walking past him, the driver had that look on his face like Johnny walking past him had put his nose out of joint but his countenance changed in an instant when he saw the way I was dressed, I held out two pound coins, "Two tickets to town please love."

The drivers dismal expression changed to a sweet smile as he looked me over, the usual pattern, breasts first and then down to my legs, up to my stomach and back to my tits. Men hardly ever looked into my eyes, I guess most men are the same...well, apart from those that were 'Ass' men, they must have had difficulty having a conversation with a stranger.

The bottom deck of the bus was empty and Johnny had climbed a few steps to look around the upper deck but he was back down before the ticket machine had finished printing our tickets. Johnny shook his head and then he pointed to the high seat on the left of the salon, the seat mounted sideways on over the front wheel arch, almost a perch rather than a full seat. I was right next to the doors at the front of the bus, closest to the driver and on the twenty eight minute drive into the town centre the driver spent at least fourteen of those minutes looking over at my legs, my dress opening as the sway on the bus caused it to slip and slide over my upper thighs.

Johnny and I were alone all the way into town and at the High Street stop we got off the bus and the driver followed us, he turned the lights off and closed the door behind himself as he ran to the toilet block a few yards up the street.

"You go to the restaurant and get us a table for two, order me a pint of beer, I'll be with you in a minute."

As I walked to the restaurant I watched Johnny following the bus driver into the public toilet...that struck me as a little strange as the Italian restaurant we were going to eat in had excellent toilets inside.

I was given one of the tables in the window of the restaurant, there were four tables for two along the window, one edge of each table was close to the glass and the opposite edge was a walkway through from the front door to the toilets, on the opposite side of the walkway were six tables for four in almost the same amount of space as the tables for two. The four seater tables were narrower than the double tables, narrower but twice as long, two seats on each of the long sides.

I ordered Johnny's beer and my bottle of wine from the waiter that guided me to the very public table. I knew why, even though the restaurant was totally empty and they had other tables for two closer to the kitchen, they put me right in the middle of the window. I was eye candy and the waiter was using me as window dressing to try and encourage men to go into the restaurant, just because I was there.

I watched a man walk past, saw him stop and look at me, he gave me a close inspection and then turned to go to the restaurant's door. A waiter met him at the door and gestured toward one of the two seater tables closer to the kitchen. There was a discussion and he was sat at the table across from me even though the table was for four and he was on his own, he was looking at me, smiling at me, looked like he was just waiting for the water to leave before he hit on me...I guess that the way I was looking at him he could have thought that I was checking him out. I remembered what Bob Baker had said to Carl in the workshop, he'd said that I'd given him a 'come on' of some kind, I looked away from him but could still see him reflected in the glass.

He was six foot tall with a very powerful looking chest, muscular arms, narrow waist and bulky thighs. He looked like a sportsman, probably a weight lifter or an American football player. I saw a very disappointed look on his face when the waiter brought me my bottle of wine, a glass and a pint of beer that he put on the table opposite me.

He looked even more disappointed when Johnny bubbled in and leaned over the table to kiss me on my cheek...not so much to kiss me but so he could whisper in my ear, "The bus driver was whacking himself off like a steam train in the toilet, you should have seen him when he came out of the stall after splashing all over the floor and saw me standing there, he quite literally shit himself on the spot. I asked him what time the last number eighteen left for the golf club, he was so shaken he could hardly speak...hey, wouldn't it be great if it was the same driver on the way home...if it is, will you flash him a little more?"

"He saw two inches of bare flesh above my stocking tops and all of my cleavage on the way into town, what more would you like to me to flash at the man?"

Johnny kissed my cheek again and sat down, 'I guess that means he'd like you to show everything!'

I was looking at the reflection of the man at the opposite table, he looked really pissed off that Johnny had joined me, he'd even pushed his menu way but he'd already ordered a beer so he had to buy a meal as well or the restaurant would be breaking the law on the sale of alcohol. I could see from his reflection that he was focussing on my lap and the little flash of white flesh that shone out every time I moved in my seat. I looked at Johnny each time I moved and flashed, he spotted the way the man was staring out of the corner of his eye and he also spotted every time I covered up after the flash.

My personal voyeur was totally fixated on me but his eyes did flick over to Johnny once, the look of distaste on his face changed to one of questioning and his eyes flicked to Johnny again and the questioning look changed to a smile, he stood up, "Johnny...Johnny Clarke...is that you?"

Johnny looked over at the man and then his face split into a grin as well, Johnny jumped to his feet and he held out his right hand for the man to shake. Johnny's hand was pushed away and he was pulled into the gap between the tables into a massive bear hug. "Brian, I haven't seen you in Northampton since the end of college and you emigrated to Leicester."

Brian was now standing at my side as he and Johnny caught up on the past five years but as Brian was talking to my husband he was looking down at me, down at my chest. As my dress was only held closed by the belt around my waist, every twitch of my body caused a little more of my flesh to be shown, either at the tops of my thighs or my cleavage.

I kept looking from Johnny's face to Brian's and each movement caused a flash of the inner edge of my breasts, that I had to pull closed about every five or six flashes to prevent my total nudity in the Restaurant and from the look on Johnny's face he had noticed the effect I was having on Brian.

Johnny said, "I'd ask you to join us mate but we only have a table for two."

"I wouldn't want to barge in on you and you girlfriend's romantic meal mate!"

"Sorry Brian mate, this is Victoria, my wife. We're just having a meal out, not a romantic meal necessasarily..."

Brian jabbed Johnny in the ribs with his elbows, stopping Johnny digging an even deeper hole for himself, "With Vicky dressed like that mate, however the meal started out...it can't possibly end any other way but romantically."

I was flashing my cleavage again and was just reaching up to pull the front of my dress closed again as I looked into Johnny's eyes. He frowned and shook his head slightly. 'He's telling you not to cover up, he's a little out of control if you ask me!'

I didn't close the top of my dress and was rewarded by a smile from my husband. Brian didn't miss a second of the exchange and after closing my dress back over many times since he'd been looking at me, this time I didn't.

Brian smiled, "Well, if you would like to, you can join me at my table, it doesn't look any bigger than yours but at least it has four seats."

The waiter arrived just as Johnny was pulling my chair out from under me as I stood up, Johnny took my elbow and guided me behind Brian's seat and sat me on Brian's right. I placed our food order, a mushroom risotto for me and a seafood risotto for Johnny while Brian went for a spaghetti dish.

Brian patted my upper thigh as Johnny ferried my wine bottle and glass from our old table to our new one and then he returned to fetch his beer. Brian had tested the water by patting my thigh in two ways, he was looking to see if I would push his hand away as well as to see if Johnny reacted adversely to seeing Brian's hand so close to my upper thigh.

Johnny saw what Brian was doing but said nothing. He just smiled and sat down opposite me. The table was so narrow that Johnny's knees crashed into mine as he sat down, he reached under the table with his left hand and gripped my right knee, he pulled my legs open until his knees fitted between mine. My legs opening wide and Johnny's knees popping into view wasn't missed by Brian, he stopped patting my thigh and rested his hand on my leg.

Brian was stroking my leg from my knee to the point where my dress hid my leg from view and back again.

"Are you married Brian?" I looked from Johnny to Brian, I hadn't expected Johnny to bring up marriage and Brian, especially as he was almost throwing me at Brian and I wouldn't have been happy to play the part of marriage wrecker.

"I was, it lasted all of two years before she came to her senses and kicked my arse out"

"Sorry to hear that mate."

"That's okay, we both agreed that we should never have got married, we were much better off as just good friends...the sex is still good with her though, we bump ugly about once a month!"

I was surprised that Brian could get a divorce and still sleep with a woman once a month so I butted in, "She divorced you but still lets you have sex with her once a month?"

Johnny leaned in, "It probably takes her a month to get over it...Brian's nick name at college was 'Donkey' and that wasn't because he was stubborn!"

Brian's left hand slipped off of the table and into his lap, he put his hand on his left thigh and pressed the cotton of his trousers down to highlight his slowly growing cock and it made me do a double take. I was well used to my husband's cock and assumed that it was an average size, reinforced by the fact that Bob Baker's cock was exactly the same size in length as well as circumference...I did have a bit of a shock at the length of Carl's cock, his cock was much longer than both Johnny and Bob but it was very thin...now I was looking at the outline of a cock that looked even longer than Carl's cock but fat, way fatter than Johnny's.

Johnny saw Brian outlining his cock to me and he gave me a grin and a wink before saying, "So, you never did say what you were doing in your old stomping ground Brian!"

"Well mate, I was in Luton doing a little bit of business, I drove a car down and sold it to a punter who works at the airport and was on my way home on the train when I decided to hop off the train to see if any of the old gang were in the 'Spit and Sawdust' pub on the estate...I couldn't believe my eyes, it's a bloody yuppie wine bar now!"

Johnny shook his head, "They ruined the estate and then they ruined the pub. They even closed down the Rugby and football teams. They probably wanted to play polo on the spots field."

"So where do you play rugby now?"

"I gave up rugby, lost the stamina in my legs, it's okay for you backs and prop forwards, you just need muscles and weight but fly-halves and wingers need speed and a quick brain...I'm not really sure I should say this but I took up golf instead!"

Fortunately the food came at that moment to stop Brian berating Johnny for betraying his social roots.

Brian looked at my meal and Johnny's, there was nothing that needed cutting up so I was just eating my food with a fork in my right hand, "Hey, that looks delicious, you guys ever swap half way through?"

Johnny smiled at Brian's double entendre, he flicked his eyes in my direction, "Well, not so far but it's a fantasy of mine to try it!"

Brian turned to look at me, scrutinising my face as he said, "And how long have you had that fantasy Johnny-boy?"

I looked from Brian to Johnny, Johnny had never actually mentioned his fantasy to swap...meals or partners and I was sure that we were talking partners because of the faint red edge growing slowly over Johnny's cheeks. No mention of swapping but Johnny often wanted me to dress overly sexily when he took me out on a special occasion.

Brian put his fork down and filled his mouth with beer, he edged his seat a little further under the table to cut Johnny's line of sight, down to his lap, a little and before he picked up his fork again he put his hand on the back of my left hand, picked it up and moved it over his lap, placing it directly over his cock. Johnny didn't see anything but he had a good idea that Brian had done with my hand from the angle and position of my arm.

Johnny looked at the position of my arm and then he smiled when Brian started eating again and my hand was still resting on Brian's cock, he turned his head so that his eyes were focussing on mine and he gave me a wink and another grin.

Johnny took a swallow of his beer now and he said, "So, what time is your train back to Leicester Brian?"

I looked at the clock on the restaurant's wall, it was coming up to ten o'clock, I couldn't see how Johnny's wife swapping fantasy could move forward today, even if I did have Brian's cock under my palm and was gently rubbing my hand along his length. There were a few things getting in the way of Johnny's little fantasy. The time for one, the last train from Northampton to Leicester would be around eleven o'clock midweek so we only had an hour or less. The second problem as I saw it was the location, we hadn't brought the car into town so we wouldn't have the privacy of the back seat in a darkened car park. The third problem...and I saw this as a biggy, Brian was on his own, I could see myself going with Brian but he didn't have a woman to hand over to Johnny as an exchange!

Johnny was talking and brought me back into the room from my thoughts, "...You should check on the time of the last train, it won't be very late in the middle of the week!"

Brian pushed my hand off of his cock, took his phone out of his pocket and he walked away from the table talking on the phone. We obviously couldn't hear both sides of the conversation but we got, "...heavy lorry...damaged bridge parapet...last train has already gone...what can I do?"

Johnny leaned over the table, he whispered, "Can I invite Brian to stay at our place if he can't get home easily?"

"Why?"

Johnny grinned, "Weeeellllll...I have been meaning to bring this up for a long time but I get turned on a lot when I read about swinging couples and wife swappers and I was wondering...what about Brian, he lives forty miles away, he isn't going to make a nuisance of himself turning up every ten minutes looking for sex."

"But Btian has one very important thing missing..."

"What's that, I thought he was a pretty good package all in all!"

"...the woman for you!"

Johnny laughed out loud at that, "I'm not looking to have sex with another woman, no one could compare with you anyway...I want to show you off to another man and then watch him as he..." Brian's return cut Johnny short.

"I don't believe it, an articulated lorry crashed into a rail bridge over the road. They've closed the line down between here and Leicester, closed it until the morning when they can inspect the bridge for damage and sort out what they're going to do about it, I can take the bus replacement service but it won't be quick, the bus is going through every village between here and Leicester."

"Well, if you don't fancy the long bus ride you could sofa surf at our place, we don't have a spare bed but the sofa is really comfortable...I often sleep on it if I upset Vicky!"

Brian gave me a very lecherous look, he nodded his head, "Wow, thanks mate, that's really kind of you."

Brian headed for the gent's toilet, I saw him taking a hand full of change from his trouser pocket and then the toilet door closed. There was a loud bang from inside the toilet and Brian came through the door with an angry look on his face. Brian marched to the waiter and bent his ear, then the waiter headed into the toilet with Brian in hot pursuit.

Johnny smiled, "Well, I guess Brian can see the writing on the wall, I'm guessing that he's had a wrestling match with the condom machine and lost...so, can I invite Brian into our bed as well as our house please darling?"

I knew we didn't have very long before Brian returned so thinking time was at a premium. "You can but don't you dare get any pangs of jealousy if things get out of hand!"

Brian came out of the toilet pocketing three pounds with a worried look on his face because he didn't have the condoms he'd been looking for.

Johnny and Brian both ordered another pint each and I poured another glass of wine for myself. When the waiter brought the beers I asked him for the bill, we had less than an hour before the last bus home and we'd been patrons of this particular restaurant often enough to know how slowly they weaved when their customers were in a hurry.

I'd tuned Johnny and Brian out rather, they were playing word games, all double entendres, I just sat there, sipping wine from my glass held in my right hand while my left was back on Brian's cock, lazily rubbing up and down the length of it through his trousers. I didn't even bother stopping when the waiter returned...eventually...with the bill. Johnny tried to catch my attention to pay the bill as he hadn't brought his wallet because of his tight clothes. Brian handed his credit card to the waiter; Johnny was objecting to Brian paying for our dinner as well as his, "Johnny mate, I have a generous expense account as well as a company credit card, I'm not paying, A guy in Luton is paying...a guy who was desperate to own a brand new Bristol Bullet and was too busy to pick up his own car."

We stopped in the restaurant until five minutes to eleven and headed to the number eighteen bus stand on the High Street. As usual, for the last bus out of town, there was a massive queue at every stand. We were close to the back of the queue. I took the lead and paid for three tickets to home. The bus was almost full, people ahead of me had climbed the stairs only to return moments later because the top deck was totally full. There was only one double seat left and a few singles next to people travelling alone. I dropped into the window seat and Brian walked past me to sit next to someone further back, Johnny grabbed his arm to stop him, "You sit by Vicky mate, I know Mike, I wouldn't wish him on my worst enemy."

Brian flopped down in the seat next to me as the bus pulled away from the stand. He smiled at me, and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Johnny seems to be pushing us together rather a lot!"

I leaned back so I could put my lips against Brian's ear and whispered, "He wants you to fuck me but he wants you so turned on that you won't make him leave the room, he wants to watch...oh, and join in."

Brian changed places and whispered in my ear, "I tried to get condoms in the toilet but the machine was broken so I don't have any protection."

"I can't get pregnant...if that's what's worrying you."

'He's probably worried about catching something off of you!'

"Are you on birth control then?"

"No, fibroids completely blocking my fallopian tubes."

"Sorry to hear that."

"I'm okay with it, I've never fancied the prospect of becoming a mother."

The bus chose that moment to pull into the first stop on the journey home. A middle aged woman got on the bus and looked around the lower deck for a seat, she looked like she was about to head up the stairs when the driver set off again and she was jolted almost off of her feet, she grabbed hold of one of the bars to stop herself falling.

Johnny stood up and offered the lady his seat. He walked down and stood at Brian's side, Brian looked up at him and then at me, "Ease up Vicky, I'll slide under you and you can sit on my knee and Johnny can have my seat."

I stood up, Brian slipped under me and as soon as his right hip touched the side of the bus he pulled me down onto his knee as Johnny dropped into the free seat. Brian pulled me across his lap so that my back was against the window and my knees were pointing at Johnny. I had only got two options for my left arm, I could either leave it between my side and Brian's chest or I could drape it over his shoulder I chose the second option putting my ear right next to his mouth.

Brian had his right arm across the small of my back, his right hand resting on my right hip, his left hand was on my left thigh, his palm on my dress and his fingertips brushing up and down over my stocking covered leg. Brian whispered in my ear, "Do you think Johnny would like to see us kiss in public?"

My eyes flicked to Johnny's face, he was looking at the two of us with a smile on his face. 'Well, it'll test Johnny's commitment to sharing you with his friend, if he gets jealous watching you kissing Brian, he'll never be able to go through with his fantasy.'

I turned my face to Brian's and we started to kiss passionately. My eyes were closed as they usually would be when kissing but from time to time I opened them to check on Johnny's reaction, if he was looking angry I would stop kissing Brian and the game would be over! Johnny seemed to be genuinely enjoying watching me and Brian as we kissed so I settled back and enjoyed a nice long snog with Johnny's friend.

Johnny tapped my knee, I pulled my lips off of Brian's to look at him and realised that we were on St Andrews Way, it was time to move to the front of the bus to get ready to get off. The street lighting on St Andrews Way was very good but on the footpath between St Andrews Way and Wentworth Way was unlit. Brian had his arm over my shoulder as we walked from the bus stop, across the street, Johnny was walking a few paces behind us. As soon as we stepped onto the footpath and into the darker part of the footpath Brian stopped me and kissed me again, Johnny was just standing there watching me and Brian as Brian pulled at the tie holding my dress closed and he opened it wide. I looked over Brian's shoulder, Johnny was just standing there, his smile widened when he realised that Brian had pulled the front of my dress wide open.

Brian told me to hold the front of my dress open and when I did, Brian stepped to one side so that Johnny could see more of my body, see Brian's right hand between my legs and his left hand lifting my breast to his lips, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I looked at Johnny, his cock was pushing the front of his trousers out. "Does it turn you on watching Brian playing with my body darling?"

John nodded his head, "Do you want to watch Brian fucking me darling?"

"Yes."

"Here in the street?"

"That would be so fucking hot but it'd be better in our bedroom."

I dropped the right hand side of my dress and reached down to rub the front of Johnny's jeans, rubbing my hand over his cock for a minute before stepping back, Brian had just brought me to a petite orgasm with his fingers, I knew that if I let Brian take me too far we'd never get to bed.

I led the way along the footpath, my dress streaming behind me like a parachute, I didn't even cover up as I crossed Wentworth Way to get to our house, I pulled Brian up the drive to the back door. I had to push Brian off several times as I tried to open the back door, I couldn't leave that task to Johnny as his country and western singers outfit had no room for house keys or money in its pockets.

My dress was off before I stepped into the kitchen and was dropped over the back of a chair. I guided Brian up to my bedroom with Johnny close on our heels. I climbed on the bed and lay on my back, watching Johnny and Brian as they stripped off for me. We were all three on the bed and suddenly things seemed to stop, there was an etiquette thing going on...who got to do what and to whom. I felt a little frustrated, it was now midnight and Johnny would be heading off to work in less than seven hours time.

I kissed Brian, he was lazily rubbing his hands over my body, I had my right hand on his monster cock and my left hand rubbing Johnny's average sized cock. I moved my mouth from Brian to Johnny and kissed him, "You've got to get up for work at six-fifteen, would you like to fuck me for half an hour while I suck Brian's cock and then switch? I'll use my mouth to get you off while Brian fucks me and then you can get some sleep!"

Johnny grinned and nodded his head. I twisted my body, got onto my hands and knees and backed onto Johnny's cock as I lined my mouth up on Brian's cock. There was close to four inches of Brian's cock outside my mouth as the head of his cock brushed against my tonsils, I got a very slight gag reflex but before I could respond to the reflex, Brian's hand was on the back of my head and he was pushing down. Johnny was pounding away at my pussy from behind, his hips slapping against my buttocks and the force of his thrusting into me was pushing my head further down Brian's cock. I was swallowing as fast as I could as Brian's cock slipped down my oesophagus. Swallowing the way I was actually stopped me wanting to cough and also helped Brian get his cock deeper into my throat. I was keeping an eye on the time and at twenty-eight minutes my lips were at the root of his cock.

Brian was bucking up into my face and he was gasping and growling, he was getting close to his orgasm but his time was up so I slowly pushed my mouth up off of his cock. I freed my mouth and Johnny sped up his fucking, Brian asked Johnny if he was close, Johnny didn't answer but I shook my head, "Johnny has to go for about two hours before he'll climax in my cunt."

I knee walked away from Johnny and turned around, I offered my buttocks to Brian and took Johnny's cock into my mouth. His cock head only just brushed across my uvula when my top lip was pressed into his pubic hair, that surprised me because my husband hadn't come close to that deep in my mouth before. I was well versed in how to give my husband pleasure and it only ever took me ten minutes to get him spurting into my mouth as Brian fed his cock into my pussy.

I swallowed every drop of Johnny's spunk and then started to orgasm hard on Brian's cock. It was funny that while I was concentrating nn sucking a cock I hadn't orgasmed but as soon as Johnny's cock slipped from my mouth and I could relax into the feeling of a massive cock butting itself into my body. Johnny lay on his side watching us fucking and all the time he had a massive grin on his face.

Brian pulled me down onto the bed, on my back, at Johnny's side, and he climbed on top of me, pushing my knees further apart so that Johnny could see his cock in me, well, if you can call a cock having five inches outside when he was in as deep as he could get as being in me.

I had multiple orgasms on top of multiple orgasms and as Brian was fucking me I kept looking over at Johnny and we kissed while Brian kept up a constant barrage on my pussy. At a quarter past one in the morning Johnny said, "Much as I'd love to watch until Brian cums in you, I've got to be up early and fit for work in the morning, I'm going to sleep on the sofa." He kissed me and dragged himself off of the bed.

"You don't have to go mate, I'm just making a pig of myself, I can get off in two minutes flat!"

"No, don't do that, you fuck her for as long as you like, she's loving it."

Brian stopped pounding and watched as Johnny left the bedroom. "I feel guilty pushing Johnny out of his own bed."

I smiled at him, kissed him and said, "How do you want to cum...or rather where?"

Brian grinned, "I love to climax up a woman's tight arse!"

"Not that way, I'm a virgin there and you're not the man to open that door...I was thinking more in my mouth, in my pussy or over my body."

"All three but for now I'll settle for your cunt!"

We got down to it again and Brian fucked me for an hour solid, I was climaxing for fifty nine of those minutes. I wasn't a stranger to long sex sessions but Johnny did like to ring the change so I would have loads of orgasms with gaps. When Brian let fly it felt like he'd pushed a hosepipe up my cunt and turned the tap on. As soon as he dropped out of my pussy I had to run for the bathroom and piss all of his cum out of me.

When I got back in the bedroom we cuddled together and fell asleep in each other's arms. At four o'clock in the morning Brian woke me up so that I could get him off with my mouth, swallowing his seed was far less messy than letting him shoot in my cunt. I was woken momentarily at five o'clock as he wanked himself all over my breasts and face, I wiped my spunk covered body with a towel and went straight back to sleep.

At seven o'clock I was woken by 'Bing...bong...bing...bong...bing...bong' in rapid succession, that meant that there was someone at the back door, the front door bell push was wired to fire the solenoid and hold it in place as long as the push was pressed and when the bell push was released it sounded the bong. It was just seven minutes after Johnny had left for work, "That must be Paul!"

"Who's Paul?"

"A junior member of the golf club, he caught me giving the handy-man a blow-job yesterday and I got the feeling that, even though he said he wanted to see my mosaic designs this morning, he was hinting that he would tell Johnny if I wasn't 'Nice' to him."

"Well then, let's give him a little shock...shall we?"

I rolled out of bed and reached for my short, silk, dressing gown but Brian stopped me pulling it off the back of my bedroom door. He followed me down and into the kitchen and stood behind me as I opened the kitchen door. The smile on Paul's face as the door opened almost turned his head into a flip-top bin look alike. "I saw Johnny leave for work before I..." He stepped into the kitchen and suddenly the naked form of Brian popped into his eye-line and he froze, his jaw had dropped down almost to the floor. It was obvious that Brian had spent the night with me and Johnny so my husband probably wouldn't worry if Paul told him that I was naked with the handy-man at the golf club.

Brian was grinning at the effect he'd had on the boy, "You want a coffee Paul?"

Paul was suddenly worried, he was okay with me being naked in the kitchen but Brian being naked, that was a horse of a different hew.

"So...you're a junior member at the club are you Paul?"

I could see that Paul was about to make a run for it but he stopped and looked at Brian to see if he could recognise him from the golf club.

"Are you expecting your promotion to full member to go through on the nod next year?"

Paul looked confused, his father was the membership secretary at the golf club so he did expect his application to be just rubber-stamped so he nodded his head.

"Well, check the rulebook mate, if a member objects to your membership they'll have to put it to the vote and you only need one black-ball and you're out on your ear." Paul looked even more worried now, he didn't know if Brian was actually a member of the club but he knew that Johnny was a full member and so he would get a vote on Paul's membership application if I made a complaint against him.

"I think you should run away home young man and think about your future actions."

I laughed as Paul ran down the drive, "Oh look at that, my old man made us a pot of coffee...want one now or..."

I was grasped in a bear-hug and Brian pulled me over to the breakfast bar, he sat on a high stool and pulled my face to his and as we kissed his erection grew and pressed against my tits. I pulled away from him and looked at the bottom of the stool, l lifted my left foot to the stretcher on the right hand side of Brian's stool and I lifted my body up, straddling his lap and put my right foot on the stretcher on the other side of the stool and then I started riding his huge cock.

I wasn't trying to climax and I wasn't trying to get Brian to his climax either. We kissed for thirty minutes and then I stopped riding him, "Would you look at a DVD with me, give me your honest opinion?"

"What is it, porn? You and Johnny making a home video?"

"I'm not sure just how much porn it is though."

I explained my encounter in town the day before with Bob Baker, I got a, "You were a very busy girl yesterday..."

We stopped fucking and I fetched the DVD from my coat pocket. I popped it into the DVD player and handed the remote controller to Brian.

The film started, I was surprised to see that the camera being displayed on screen was marked with the literal 'Main Entrance', it had the date and time as well. I was walking towards the camera but still out on the High Street, I looked over my shoulder several times as I crossed the road. I stopped at the entrance to the Pig's Tail alleyway.

Bob Baker could clearly be seen standing at the front of the bus watching me across the road. I turned towards the alleyway and started to walk towards the factory's main entrance. Brian stopped the film and wound it back until I was facing Bob again. Brian stepped forward one frame at a time, "You see that?"

"What?"

"The way you turned, you turned your head first and then your body followed, if I'd seen you doing that move, I'd have thought that you were telling me to follow you!"

That surprised me, I was sure that I hadn't made that move, the film played on and when I reached the first right turn, I stopped again. Bob was just entering the alleyway as I reached the turn. I waited until Bob was a quarter of the way from the High Street to where I was standing and I made the same exaggerated head movement.

"I was sure that as soon as Bob entered the alleyway I'd walked down the path to the right, I'm sure that I didn't wait that long to move."

The screen suddenly jumped to a different camera, the literal changed to 'Back Door' and once again I was walking towards the camera. I stopped at the corner of the left turn, in my mind I'd watched Bob walk around the first corner but as I turned Bob was already half way to me. I waited until he halved that distance and made the head movement again before I headed for the recessed doorway.

I saw Bob step in front of me and kiss me, I was standing with my portfolio in my left hand and my handbag in my right and my arms were at my sides...exactly as I remembered. I saw him pulling my bottom lip with his teeth and I saw my right hand move, my handbag was now over my wrist and my right hand was on the small of Bob's back and as he kissed me I was stroking my hand up to the back of his neck.

"I don't remember doing that at all!"

I watched as Bob yanked my coat open and pulled it down over my arms. My right hand shot down to my side and my handbag slipped off my wrist and into my hand. I watched my blouse being yanked open and down over my arms, trapping my arms tighter to my sides. My bra was next and my tits came into view and Bob started nibbling at my nipples.

"This is bloody sexy, pity the camera is so poorly placed."

I saw Bob's hands slip onto my bare arms and he rubbed both hands up to my shoulders.

"Here, this is where he turns me round to face the door!"

Bob's hands reached my shoulders and I turned to face the door. Brian stopped the film again and stepped back a few frames. Bob had taken his hands away from my shoulders before I started to turn...Bob hadn't turned me to face the door, I'd done it myself.

The film started running again, I watched as Bob pushed my upper body forward until my forehead crashed into the door. "This is all wrong; I can't remember it happening this way at all!"

I watched as Bob's hands moved to the small of my back and a moment later, the sides of my coat fell over my waist. I saw the back of my skirt being pushed up over my back and my legs opened wide...opened wide before he pulled at my knickers. I saw the exaggerated movement of his right arm as he pulled my knickers to the right. The actual sex act was over quite quickly and Bob stepped away from me, he turned and pulled his fly up and walked away in the direction of the Market Place.

"After seeing you and Bob Baker in that film I need sex, come to bed!"

"I just don't believe it, everything was different to how I remembered it."

"Well, I don't know about that but no judge in the world would believe that Bob Baker raped you, from the video evidence, you were leading him on all the time.

We went back to bed and Brian fucked me hard, I saw two buses pass the window without stopping and thirty minutes later there was the 'Phasht!' as the third bus stopped in front of my house. I looked over Brian's shoulder and saw the usual sight, two men looking at me as Brian fucked me. As the bus pulled away Brian laughed, "You became much more animated when the bus was out there and those men were watching us fuck...you're a real exhibitionist aren't you?"

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