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Written: 11 December 2018

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by Isabella Shopping at 'Parisian Talonneur' Part 2 by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Oral, Public Sex, Underage Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Infidelity

I was angry as I left Glebe farmhouse but on the walk to my car I calmed down, rationalised things...okay, perhaps in the past I'd been a little vanilla in bed with my husband, when he asked me to suck his cock I'd always turned him down and when he wanted to kiss me between my legs I'd clamped my thighs shut on him but today I'd been so turned on that I'd allowed a school boy to finger me and then I'd helped him to masturbate himself off against my pussy mound and on the bus ride home I'd allowed one man to fuck me and I'd actually sucked another man off. I hadn't actually minded sucking the stranger's cock and I could see for myself just how pleasurable it was for him and why Johnny kept asking me to suck him. The only real downside of cock sucking was the end game, his spunk had tasted disgusting but that was all over in a few seconds.

I sat in my car and started the engine, Johnny was dressed and running towards my car to stop me leaving. I wound down my window, "Vicky...darling...we need to talk...please..."

I stopped him by lifting my hand in the 'Tell it to the hand' pose, "Johnny, if you ran out on me half way through a fuck I'd be really pissed at you...get your arse back to Angela and make her happy at least. I'm not expecting you home tonight so you can play and I'll see you tomorrow."

I closed my window and drove off before Johnny could protest anymore. I couldn't really be mad at his infidelity, I'd just dabbled with it myself a few hours earlier and it had been an eye-opener for me.

I drove home via the garage shop again because I'd given my box of condoms to Johnny to use on Angela so I needed to replace it, I have no idea what the sales man must have thought, a woman buying thirty condoms in just a few minutes. As I left the garage, I was working through the different things that Johnny had asked me to do for or with him in the past, what I would like to try...what I would allow him to try...what I would put my foot down and say an outright "No!" to.

Johnny had asked me if he could try Greek sex...only once, I'd overreacted massively, I slapped his face and kicked him out of bed mid shag. I'd married into a family that was half Greek so I understood that far more than half of my relatives used Greek sex or as most people would call it...anal sex...as a regular form of birth control and Johnny's brother's often chided him for not doing it that way with me. Johnny would wait until I was at the safe time of the month before joining me in my bed for sex while his brother's fucked every night...if you believed what they said.

Would I let Johnny try Greek sex on me...with me...

In my head it would be intensely painful and that was my main objection but as far as I knew, I was the only wife or girlfriend in that whole half of my extended family that didn't do it that way so perhaps I was wrong about the pain potential of anal sex.

Johnny had mentioned screwing out in the open and again I'd over reacted but again, just a few hours earlier I'd allowed a man to fuck me on a bus with other passengers and although I'd assumed that my fuck had gone unnoticed, when I got off the bus I realised that least one other passenger had known that I was being fucked at the back of the bus and instead of my being horrified by that realisation, it had actually kicked my excitement to another level.

I'd never seen myself as an exhibitionist before in my life but at lunch time I'd undressed even thought I knew that a young boy was watching me and I'd been so excited by him watching me that I'd allowed him to join me in the changing cubicle and while three of his friends watched, I'd allowed the boy to masturbate me for a few minutes before I'd taken his cock in my hand and helped him to his own orgasm against my body...my only saving grace really was that I'd stopped him actually fucking me.

I pulled up on the drive at home and went in. My kids were still working away at their homework. I went up stairs to give Sarah the box of condoms I'd bought her. Sarah and Dawn's bedrooms were opposite each other across the landing and they usually left their doors open so that they could talk to each other across the hallway. I heard Dawn call over to Sarah, "Can I borrow your rubber?"

"I don't have a rubber...sorry!"

"Funny cow...can I borrow your 'Eraser' please?"

I was only inches away from their bedroom doors when a large lump of rubber skimmed past my eyes, Sarah had heaved her eraser the thirty feet between their two desks.

"I do wish that you girls wouldn't throw things across the hallway like that."

I went into Sarah's bedroom and handed her the box of ten condoms. Sarah looked troubled and unusually I picked up on her discomfort.

"What's the problem Sarah?"

"Well, I was going to borrow a dress from one of my friends to go to Paul's party with Brian...but now that you know that I'm going...I was wondering if you'd buy me a new dress for the party?"

"Well, the party's tomorrow night, we don't really have enough time to go looking for a new dress before the party...I promise that I'll buy you a new dress before your next party."

"We don't have to look around...I've seen the dress I'd like. I was waiting for a bus home after dance one day last week and went into that French whore shop in the market place..."

Dawn chirped up from her bedroom, "I told you last week that 'Talonneur' is French for hooker...not whore!"

Sarah leaned past me to see her sister, "It's the same thing isn't it?"

"Well, not strictly the same thing, the shop is owned by Paul Dedayn, the French National Rugby teams number two, that makes him a 'Hooker' so it's one of those double entendre kind of things, one word with a clean meaning and a dirty one."

I was having a little body quake at Sarah's mention of the shop I'd exposed myself in earlier in the day; I felt heat in my cheeks and had to take a few deep breaths to try and calm down.

"Well, even if you know the dress that you want, you still don't really have time to buy one before tomorrow evening, you have to go to school tomorrow!"

"There's a way that I can go to school and get a new dress...all you have to do is take me into school and come with me to the secretary's office and get me a pass-out for lunch time."

"You won't have time to have your lunch and get into Wellingborough, try the new dress on, buy it and get back to school in just ninety minutes. That was easier to do when you were in middle school but when you moved to the upper school, it's just too far away from Wellingborough."

"If I get a pass-out, it gets me into lunch ahead of the rest of the school, it'll only take me ten minutes to get my lunch...we can do this mum!"

"I'll see."

Dawn was trying to attract Sarah's attention so I looked at her, "Don't you dare throw that over here, if you've finished with it walk over here."

Dawn picked her book up and the rubber and walked over to Sarah's bedroom to hand the rubber to her sister. Dawn showed me her book, five questions; I read each question carefully and read Dawn's answer. I didn't know if the answer was right or wrong but it seemed to me to answer the question asked.

"Is this all the homework you had today?"

Dawn nodded her head. I checked my watch, "Okay then, you may watch the TV for an hour before bed."

I signed Dawn's homework book and then went down to the living room to watch a little TV myself. I had expected Dawn to head for the play room where her grandfather had recently installed a sixty inch flat screen TV but when I sat on the sofa to watch my favourite soap, she ran in the room and jumped on the sofa at my side, she had changed into her nighty and she snuggled up close to me, pulling my arm over her shoulder.

I couldn't believe that Dawn was just sitting there watching my soap with me, she'd never shown any interest in watching the program before. After ten minutes, without looking away from the TV screen she said, "Mum..."

I waited for the comment, statement or question but nothing came for a full minute.

"What darling?"

"Are you really okay that Sarah has lost her virginity?"

"I would have preferred it if she had waited a little longer but fifteen years old isn't so bad, she'll be able to do whatever she wants to do in just a few months."

"She didn't just lose her virginity..."

"I guessed that!"

"She was the same age as I am now when she first had sex."

"Really...I didn't realise that she was that young when she started."

"Would you have been mad at her if you'd known back then?"

"I don't really know. She must have thought that she was ready at the time but I would have been worried if she was risking getting pregnant back then...and now! That's why I bought her some condoms today because I know what Brian Clarke will expect her to do at the party tomorrow evening!"

"She's always careful."

"Obviously."

"I mean, when she's in her danger time, she lets the boy do Greek and when she's safe she tries to talk them into using a condom...just in case."

"Sounds like she's thought a lot about it."

I felt Dawn's side shake a little as she giggled, "It's all she thinks about all day and every day."

"And what do you think about?"

"I think that I'm ready to try it myself now but I didn't want to do it behind your back like Sarah...I didn't want to have to try and hide all those missed periods like Sarah does when she thinks she could be pregnant for a month until her period catches up."

"So, if you've thought about having sex...who have you thought of doing it with?"

I looked down at Dawn, all I could see was her forehead as she was keeping her head down and I saw it turn pink, I could only imagine that her cheeks were much redder, it must be about the most difficult thing in the world for a thirteen year old girl to do...to tell one of her parents that she wanted to start having sex.

"I was planning on asking Brian Clarke if he wanted to do me at Uncle Paul's party until I heard he had invited Sarah to go with him."

"I didn't know that you were planning on going to Paul's party."

"I thought that we'd be at grandpa's house and he would have let us both go to the party if we wanted to go."

I checked my watch, "It's time for bed darling, tell Sarah that she can have another fifteen minutes if she hasn't finished her homework yet."

"Muuuuuuuum!"

"Yessssss!"

"Can I have a new dress for the party as well please?"

"What dress were you planning on me buying for you?"

"I like the same dress as Sarah and they do it in my size as well as hers."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do tomorrow...now off to bed and remember to tell Sarah that she can have another fifteen minutes."

Dawn was just about to roll off of the sofa when there was the sound of thunder from above...Sarah was running from her bedroom towards the stairs.

"I can't believe how graceful your sister is when she dances and how much she sounds like an elephant when she moves around upstairs!"

The living room door burst open, "Dad's home...he's just pulled up on the drive."

"He told me he'd be in Scotland all weekend...I wonder what's changed."

"Mum...does this mean that me and Dawn will be going to Grandpa's for the weekend?"

"No, I already told Ron that you wouldn't be going and I don't want to mess him about."

"Muuuuum...you have to send us to Grandpa's house, if we're here, dad won't let me go to Paul's party."

"I've already told you that you can go to Paul's party."

Sarah looked over at Dawn and then back at me, "Mum, I think that Dawn was hoping to go with me to Uncle Paul's party."

Sarah had a worried expression on her face after saying that her sister wanted to go to the party as well.

"You don't have to worry; Dawn's already told me that she's going to the party with you and Brian."

Sarah looked shocked...she was used to being Dawn's voice in anything that was important and for the first time in her life, Dawn had 'Manned-up' and spoken for herself.

Johnny walked in the living room and both girls rushed over to hug and kiss him. Sarah hit him first and Dawn, as usual, stood back to wait until her sister was finished hugging their father.

I watched as Sarah stepped away from her father, she had a strange look on her face...Dawn had a strange look on her face too, I moved in, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him in exactly the same way that I would have kissed him after a week away. I still had my arms around his neck when I sent the girls off to bed.

As soon as the living room door closed I pulled away from Johnny, "You should have showered before you left Angela, the girls both recognised her scent on you, Angela's the only woman I know that can afford to spend three hundred pounds an ounce on 'JAR Bolt of Lightning' and the kids recognise that perfume, it's very distinctive."

Johnny looked horrified and he started to apologise but I stopped him.

"If you want to join me in my bed later, please shower first...I don't want to be reminded that you're screwing Angela!"

Horror turned to a look of astonishment, "Even after catching me screwing Angela...you're still willing to let me come into your bed?"

I nodded my head, "Do you need anything to eat or drink before I go to bed?"

"I could murder a bacon sandwich please...and a coffee if it's not too much trouble."

I did my husband his snack before following my daughters to bed, it wasn't unusual for me to go to bed straight after them, I liked to read for an hour to wind down before going to sleep and I had to get up early on school mornings to get my three monsters off to school in time for their bus.

I stopped at Peter's bedroom, unlike his sisters, his bedroom door was closed, I opened it gently expecting him to be in bed and sleeping but he was sitting at his desk, head on his arms, arms on his books, he'd fallen asleep still working on his homework. I shook him, "Come on sleepyhead, brush your teeth and into bed, remember to shower in the morning before school."

While Peter was in the bathroom brushing his teeth I checked the charge on his phone to see if it needed plugging in, I'd expected to see his wallpaper on his screen, a picture of a local football player giving Peter the thumbs-up and a massive grin. Peter had taken the photograph himself before our team played Manchester United. It was a good thing that Peter got the picture before the match because no one on our team had a smile left after the game.

The phone wasn't on wallpaper it was connected to social media; a picture with the strap line was '#Rate My Snatch!' filled the screen and Peter was about to give it a ten out of ten score. I had to search to find the name of the sender of the picture, as I had guessed, the sender was Kevin Ball and the pussy picture he had circulated to every boy in the middle school was an ultra close-up of my pussy.

I deleted the picture from Peter's phone and put his phone on charge.

I kissed Peter goodnight and went to my own bedroom, I showered in my en-suite bathroom before slipping into bed, I wore a lightweight nighty and nothing else, although in early February I would usually have worn a heavy fleecy nighty, bra and knickers as well as bed socks...no wonder my husband didn't visit my bedroom very often in the winter months.

I managed to read ten pages before I heard my husband climb the stairs, he went into his own bedroom and I heard his shower running for a few minutes.

I turned my light off and settled down to sleep when there was a knock at my bedroom door, "Can I come in Vicky?"

"Yes."

Johnny was wearing his dressing gown and nothing under it. He dropped the dressing gown on the floor and joined me in my bed.

"Thanks for..."

I pressed my index finger against his lips to stop him talking.

"What would you like to do?"

"I'd just like to make you happy."

"Shall I take my nighty off?"

Johnny was stunned for a moment, he'd been so unsure of himself after getting caught fucking his sister-in-law but my still telling him he could come to my room...he must have thought it was a trap or something so it took a while for him to say "Yes please."

As I wriggled out of my nighty, I pondered on our sexual history, we'd only been together totally naked in bed a few times, before the kids came along and would run into my room looking for comfort at all times of the night so even if we were fucking, we needed to be able to cover up quickly.

I threw my nighty on the floor and wrapped my husband in my arms and eased him over on top of my body. As soon as his cock slipped into my cunt I started comparing him to the man on the bus. Johnny was in no hurry to shoot off but then he'd probably been fucking Angela all afternoon.

I was actually starting to get bored with Johnny fucking me missionary style after twenty minutes. I'd had several orgasms but that wasn't enough...I suddenly thought that I needed more...much more."

Johnny was humping away in me and I was just dropping down from my fourth orgasm, "Would you like me to suck your cock darling?"

He'd just pulled his hips back, his cockhead was only just engaged and he was about to throw his hips back down on top of me...

"What...you've always said no when I've suggested that before."

"Well...I'm obviously doing something wrong or you wouldn't look outside my bedroom for your fun, so I'm willing to try new things to keep you at home more."

Johnny pulled all the way out of me and rolled on to his back, "I was hoping you'd forgiven me for that."

"I have forgiven you but if I don't make changes in the bedroom you'll keep looking for fun outside."

"It isn't like you think."

"What is it like then?"

"Peter and Angela have been trying for a child for the past six years and when Angela didn't fall pregnant they went to see their doctor who discovered that Peter had mumps when he was eight and that had probably caused his ultra low sperm count. Angela has problems as well; they think her cervix is blocking the pathway for the few sperm that Peter does produce. So every month, Peter screws Angela and then goes away for two days, me and our brothers all take turns trying to get Angela pregnant, even my dad takes his turn."

"So you're not screwing her for pleasure then, you're trying to help them produce a baby?"

Well I could see how someone could be so desperate for a child that they'd be willing to go to almost any lengths to get one.

"Peter always screws her before he goes away and we all have to screw her solidly until he gets home so that if she ever does fall pregnant no one will be sure which of us knocked her up and even if they did a DNA test, because were all brothers and our father, our DNA would be too close to be able to differentiate between us."

I rolled onto my side and kissed Johnny's chest, then I kissed my way down his body until my lips reached his pubic hair, I lifted his cock and slipped my mouth over the end of his cock and sucked. I'd let the man on the bus direct my sucking of his cock earlier and now that Johnny's cock was in my mouth, I had to try and remember what I'd been asked to do earlier.

Johnny was trying to turn me on my bed so that he could get at my pussy while I sucked him, I resisted, pulled my mouth off of his cock, "Can we take it one step at a time please?"

"Okay, you're doing brilliantly so far!"

I went back to work on his cock again, instead of trying to turn me so that Johnny could give me pleasure as I was giving it to him, he just relaxed into the pleasure that I was giving to him. I was about to give up, I was getting serious jaw-ache and Johnny just seemed to be settled in for the night.

Suddenly he started to build up, I got two shots of pre-cum in my mouth, I fought the urge to spit his cock out, I just sucked a little harder and rubbed his cock shaft a little harder. He started to buck his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, deeper than I really wanted to take his cock but again, I resisted the urge to spit his cock out of my mouth.

His hands moved onto the back of my head, he was thrusting up with his hips and pushing my head down with his hands. I started to gag as his cockhead hit the back of my throat and that that moment he exploded, dumping a gallon of his spunk into my throat.

I was expecting the usual, cum and run but I was wrong, Johnny pushed me onto my left side and he cuddled in behind me, spooning with me and that's how we were as we went to sleep.

My alarm clock sounded, I thought that I'd only just closed my eyes but I was wrong, I'd slept wrapped in Johnny's arms for the whole night for the first time in my life. I dragged myself out of his grasp and he fought to try and drag me back, "I've got to go and start breakfast for the kids."

I pulled my dressing gown on without bothering to put anything on underneath. I knocked on Peter's door, I didn't need to knock on Dawn and Sarah's doors as they were both wide open, I just called out, "Time to get up girls."

I was in the kitchen, Sarah and Dawn turned up first and sat at the kitchen table wearing just their nighties, "Where's Peter?"

Sarah looked at Dawn and Dawn shook her head, Sarah growled, "Go on...tell her!"

"One of Peter's friends sent him some dirty pictures, he's whacking off to them."

Should I react to that, was it a comment designed to illicit an adverse reaction from me?

"If Peter is masturbating in the privacy of his own bedroom it should remain just that, 'Private'."

It's not fair, Peter gets away with..."

Sarah stopped short because of the look I was giving her, it was true that we made more allowance for Peter; the girls had each other and often ganged up on him, especially him being the youngest child.

Johnny walked in at that point, he was wearing just his dressing gown with nothing under it, I was at the kitchen sink and he grabbed me, pulling me into his chest and kissed the back of my neck. He wriggled his hips and I felt his hardness pressing into my bottom, I looked over at the girls, they were both watching us, it was the first time that they had seen that much contact between their father and me in their lives. Johnny realised that I was looking at our daughters and that they were sniggering at our display of affection.

Johnny whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about them, they're very grown up now, they can handle a little show of affection between us...did you know that Peter's jerking off in his bedroom?"

"How do you know that?"

"He's making a lot of noise about it...I can't remember doing anything like that until I was about thirteen or fourteen years old!"

Our whispered conversation had been overheard, Sarah said, "He's been at it for at least two years!"

My brain shouted out, 'Nine', he's been jerking off since he was nine years old!

I looked at Sarah, she just shrugged her shoulders, "Mum, it's the internet generation...we do everything younger than you guys did in your day."

Sarah was definitely right there, she started sex nine years earlier than I did, mind you, I could take a little credit or blame for that because while my mother only had one answer whenever I asked to do anything and that was "No!" I always said, "If you're sure that you really want to do it and it's safe...you can do it!"

I had to shower again because of having sex the night before, I made sure that Peter had taken a shower, firstly because he'd not showered before going to bed and secondly because he'd been wanking himself off for almost thirty minutes since I woke him for breakfast.

I packed Peter off to school on the school bus but I was going to have to take Sarah and Dawn into school so that I could get them both a pass out for lunchtime to buy them the dresses that they wanted.

There was absolutely no place to park at their school, it had been built without parking facilities for the teachers so every inch of the roads around their school was crammed with teachers cars. I was driving up and down streets looking for enough curb side to park my car and I noticed Dawn wave at an elderly man who was brushing leaves off of his drive, he spotted her and waved back.

"Who's that?"

"That's 'Dirty Den', he loves to watch us playing sports from his back bedroom window."

"Really?"

"Yes, he's really nice though, always has sweets for us girls if he sees us in the street."

"He sounds dangerous to me."

"Just reverse up, let me talk to him."

I stopped and reversed back down the street, Dawn wound her window down, "Morning Den."

"Morning Dawn...morning Sarah."

Sarah shouted her greeting over her shoulder from the front passenger seat.

"Dennis, my mother needs somewhere to park for thirty minutes...any idea where she could park?"

"She can use my driveway if she likes Dawn; you know that nothing is too much trouble for you girls!"

"Park on his drive mum."

I slipped my car on Den's drive, Sarah gripped my arm and guided me away, leaving Dawn standing talking to Den, I pulled my arm free at the corner, I stopped and watched as Dawn went into Den's front door with him.

I looked at Sarah, it was obvious that she expected something like this and that is why she pulled me away from Den's house.

"What's Dawn doing?"

"We call it a favour for a favour."

I grabbed Sarah, stopped her in her tracks, "What do you mean, a favour for a favour?"

"Dawn's probably letting him kiss and cuddle with her for a few minutes."

I rushed back to Den's house, I went to knock on the front door but it opened as soon as my knuckles touched it, Dawn was standing in front of Dennis, she had his cock in her hand and she was saying, "This time, don't aim for my skirt!"

"I told you the last time that if you used your mouth instead of your hand it would be far less messy."

I thought that I'd be mad at Den...or mad at Dawn...even mad at Sarah. They were all doing something that they shouldn't do but I realised from the fact that the gusset of my knickers suddenly becoming uncomfortably wet that I was turned on seeing Dawn wanking the dirty old man.

He looked up from Dawn's hand on his cock, "Still not happy sucking cocks yet then Dawn."

His eyes were pointing at me but I don't think he was actually focussing on me, his eyes closed to slits and he groaned with pleasure, then his eyes suddenly shot open, something about what he'd just seen must have finally registered in his pleasure filled brain, he pulled his hips back and turned away from Dawn to hide his cock from me and to get it out of my daughter's hand.

Dawn was surprised by Den's reaction but then she hadn't seen me standing in the now open doorway, she looked from her hand to Den's face, the look of terror made her spin around to face me, "Sarah, bloody hell, you had one thing to do...take mum to school and give me ten minutes to look after Den and you couldn't even manage that!"

"Not my fault, you were so eager to get Den off that you moved before we were out of sight and mum spotted you coming into the house together."

"No fighting girls, I'm not mad or anything, I just think that it's unfair that Dawn should be paying a debt that is mine, it's my car that's on Den's drive...not Dawn's!"

Dawn looked a little surprised and I turned my attention back to Dennis, "So Den, what will it be, a wank off of Dawn or a blow-job off of me?"

Den looked thoughtful for a moment, "It's like poker, a bad mouth full always beats a good hand!"

I got on my knees in front of Den and pulled his cock out of his trousers, I started to suck...only my third cock but I'd already decided that I liked sucking a cock almost as much as being fucked by one. Because of the skills I'd already built up from the two cocks I'd already sucked I got Den off disappointingly fast and swallowed all of his jizz down greedily.

"You should teach Dawn to do that, you're brilliant at it...always a good life skill for a young girl to learn."

Dawn and Sarah looked gob-smacked at seeing me sucking Den off in his hallway. As we walked down the drive past my car I dragged my daughters into my side, "Now girls, I'm assuming that I don't have to remind you that no one tells your father what we get up to when he's working!"

Sarah said, "Girls got to stick together!"

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