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Tracey Andrews
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, F/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Blackmail

The recent rain had caused water levels to rise in our area, we weren't really suffering from the rain so much but the lower ground around us was. We were called to a meeting in the village hall, the flood defences were just an inch away from breaching and we knew from previous experience that if the water rose by that final inch, the barrier would collapse and at least twenty houses at the bottom of the valley would flood.

The reports were for up to fifty millimetres of rain over the next twenty-four hours in some parts of the country so the occupants of the low-lying houses were being asked to evacuate, the local priest was trying to find enough bedrooms to accommodate the occupants from the twenty houses. The men in the village were all helping to relocate valuables from the ground floors of the houses to upper floors or even to houses further up the valley.

My mother-in-law owned eighteen of the twenty houses under immediate threat so she was also trying to look after her tenants, she took the eight oldest tenants into her own house and as I had two spare bedrooms I had to do my bit.

I was talking the priest, he had about half of the families sorted out, Tracey Andrews was hopping from one foot to the other, trying to get my attention, she lived in a bungalow at the lowest point in the valley, one of the two houses that weren't part of my family's portfolio and she was beginning to worry that June was looking after everyone else and she and her husband would be left, not high and dry but sinking at the bottom of a lake.

Tracey begged me to take her and her husband in, and, as they only had a bungalow, they had nowhere to put their valuables other than to relocate them higher up the valley. I got a horse transporter and a driver, two of the farm labourers and we all went with Tracey, Danny, Tracey's husband had been in London on business but was trying to get home as quickly as possible.

Everything that could be taken from Tracey's house was removed and stacked in the horse transporter, even the pictures off of the walls. The lorry was driven up to my house and the more sturdy stuff was placed in our garage, the more delicate stuff was all stacked in one of our two spare bedrooms. Our spare bed was also relegated to the other room as Tracey had brought all of her own stuff, it seemed sensible that her bed was set up and dressed exactly as it would be in her little bungalow.

About Tracey and Danny, Danny was the same age as James; they had gone to school together for a short time until James swapped to the Jesuit school. Danny was a HR expert, specialising in redundancy negotiations, he was busier now than he had ever been in his life, a stagnant economy was his 'stock in trade'. Tracey was younger than I was, she was only twenty-three but old beyond her years. She had been 'going out' with Danny way before she was sixteen but they kept it secret until her sixteenth birthday and they actually married on Danny's thirty-ninth birthday.

Danny and Tracey had no children, Tracey didn't work, she didn't need too, Danny was a very good provider in one of the few growth industries. I had no idea why Tracey had targeted me as she didn't really like children all that much, I had three feral kids running around at home, and we weren't really friends, we sat on a few committees together and she often helped the elderly, while I looked after the women, she would opt to help out with the men.

That evening we all ate lunch together, Tracey and I cooked it between us and we had shared the cost of the ingredients and the wine, Danny loved having the kids around, he played all kinds of games with them and was very upset that he couldn't fit into their playroom as he was too big to get through the tunnel entrance.

My bedroom was next to the room storing the valuables from Tracey's house and they were in the bedroom beyond that, the furthest point from the main house. The kids went to bed at their 'normal' times for a school night and we were all up, talking and playing whist until close to midnight, I was expecting our visitors to go to bed before me, so I could try and check my 'private' emails but in the end, we all set off to our bedrooms at the same time.

Within minutes I could hear the sounds of Tracey and Danny fucking, she was extremely vocal as was he. Their fucking went on for well over an hour and it was literally impossible for me to get to sleep before they finished. I have to say, the one thing I did think was, 'Thank god they are using their own bed,' they'd ruin our guest bed abusing it like that for over an hour.

It was unusual but Amy woke me in the morning just after six o'clock, our guests were at it again, usually the kids would try to keep quiet until seven o'clock, Amy slumped down on my bed, "I heard them in the middle of the night too." "It's okay, they are married, they can do things like that, I wish they weren't quite so loud about it though." "I told the other two to stop in the dining room; they can't hear it from there."

I did breakfast and was going to send Amy to knock at our guest's bedroom door but I decided to do it myself. I could hear the rhythmic squeaks of the bed as Danny was humping into Tracey; I was in two minds, to knock or not to knock. I knocked and was about to call out that breakfast was ready but before I could, I heard a breathless Tracey call out "Come in, it's okay." It crossed my mind as I turned the door knob, 'Perhaps Danny or Tracey was doing a fitness routine of some kind, after all, there weren't the noises I had heard earlier.

The door swung open, Tracey was on top of Danny, they were both covered by the duvet from the door side of the bed, both were bathed in sweat, I looked away and wished I hadn't, the duvet had been placed on my side of the bed but on the far side, the side reflected in the large mirror on the wardrobe door, I could see two very naked people. "I just came to tell you that breakfast was ready."

I backed out of the room and went to my bathroom to splash cold water over my face. I got the kids off to school, Danny went off to work, there was a steel company someplace up north that had just announced the three month consultation period for making workers redundant from their plant. James had some work to do for his mother and Tracey and I were left to wash the pots and clean up.

At nine o'clock Tracey made us coffee, I sat at the dining table with her and she produced a camera from her handbag. "I guess you know how to use one of these?" "I know, I don't have one and don't usually allow them in my house." "The thing is, next week, it's our seventh anniversary, you know what they say about the seven year itch?"

"I've heard something about it!" "Well, Danny and I hardly ever have sex these days, now I'm older, he's lost interest in me." "Really, it didn't sound like it three times in the night and again when I came into your bedroom to tell you breakfast was ready." "Oh, that! That was for yours and James's benefit, we only seem to do it when we are guests of other people or when we are stopping in a hotel."

I was more than a little shocked at that news. "When we do fuck, he is always talking about other men, other men watching us, listening to us, he doesn't seem to be able to get hard unless there is that element of danger, of being caught, being watched. And, while I don't really want to go down that path if I can help it, I do love my husband and I want to get back to our old sex life, so I need a little help," after a long pause while Tracey sipped at her coffee, she continued, "from you!"

Tracey sipped on her coffee again, looking into my eyes. "We know that men go to the lay-by looking for sex, Danny often sits there in the afternoon and watches the men out looking for couples having sex in the woods, the ones between your house and the lay-by. I want to go out there this morning, I'll check that the lay-by is empty, then go to what the kids call the den, undress and have you film me while I walk around the paths, I want you to film me going right up to the roadside and film the cars going past me, I know exactly where to go so that the drivers won't see me at all because of the large direction sign for the roundabout."

"No, I'm not going to help you." "You have too, it's my only chance, you have to help me before he goes looking for a new girlfriend." "It really isn't my problem if he goes looking to cheat on you!" "Well, it should be, you have two young daughters, and he prefers young girls." "Mine are both way too young." "I married him just after my sixteenth birthday, you don't think I met him and fell in love overnight do you? Every mother of an underage girl should be praying that I manage to stop Danny straying."

Tracey worked on me for thirty minutes before I gave in, just to stop her going on at me, she was also desperate because the men started to arrive in the lay-by around eleven thirty in the morning and she wanted to be finished well before then.

I followed Tracey to the woods, going through the controls on the camera to make sure I knew how to work it, the battery was full and the memory was empty. After checking the lay-by was empty, we went to the area the kids call the den, a large rhododendron bush that had grown a massive exterior but had died off in the centre, leaving a massive green ring doughnut with a totally flat middle. I was a little surprised to find a neat row of wooden pallets lined up in the centre of the den like a very low bed. "Film me undressing, don't speak, try not to cough or Danny might recognise that I'm being filmed by a woman, I want him to think I'm being filmed by a man when I give him the video on his birthday."

Tracey was humming the stripper tune as she danced around the 'stage' of dry mud; it took her close to thirty minutes to totally strip off. Then I had to walk backward filming Tracey as she slipped from the relative safety of the den, totally naked apart from her shoes. I filmed Tracey as she walked up and down the various pathways and eventually we reached the road, a very busy road but just before a roundabout. Tracey was hidden from the eastbound cars approaching the roundabout by the huge sign giving the directions from the roundabout and from the westbound traffic because there was a fence placed to obscure the flow of traffic on the roundabout from the cars approaching from the east.

Tracey paraded around in the nude for thirty minutes while I filmed car after car and lorry after lorry speeding past her just inches away. I realised that a few of the lorries has passengers in them who did have time to look around and a few of the men definitely did see Tracey parading around in the nude, Tracy realised it too, I noticed that long after she knew she should go back and get dressed, she was still there, her breathing and her actions giving away that she was extremely turned on and on the verge of a climax.

Even though the lorry driving slowly along the lay-by was huge we didn't hear it stopping, we didn't hear the men, the driver and the mate as they came up behind us. I was grabbed from behind by the driver and the driver's mate went for Tracey, she ducked past the driver and pushed his mate away from me, "Just me, there's no one else here but me!" Tracey recognised the mate and realised that he had seen her as they passed, they must have done a three-sixty around the roundabout and driven to our village and turned in the road leading into the village before sneaking up on us.

Tracey took the two men, one in each hand and guided them back to the den. I followed on, filming as the three of them walked along holding hands. In the den, I filmed Tracy sucking the cocks of both men as they stood side by side while she knelt in the mud, going from one man to the other with her mouth.

After a few minutes the driver pushed Tracey onto her back on the line of pallets, he fell on her like a Tiger pouncing on its pray, she wriggled from side to side to put him off his aim, "You have to wear a condom, my husband's sterile!" "I don't have one, so I'm going in bare-back." Tracey wriggled again to stop him pushing his cock in her, then she reached for her handbag that had been sitting on her clothes, she had a large box of condoms, twelve in total.

I filmed as the driver reluctantly rolled a condom down his cock and started to line up on Tracey's cunt again, "Make sure you film him opening me up, try and get in closer." I was now kneeling in the mud, filming a cock as it eased into Tracey's cunt. I hadn't really thought about what I had heard in the night from the bedroom close to mine but it had awoken a long lost feeling. I had spent all night tossing and turning in my bed, turned on but unwilling to do anything about it. I had been even more turned on when going to tell Tracey and Danny that it was time for breakfast, I could have just spoken through the closed door when I realised that they were still fucking but when Tracey invited me in, I had to open the door, I couldn't help myself. I'm sure I saw a trace of disappointment on Danny's face when he saw it was me walking in too.

I felt a hand on my bottom, the driver's mate was at my side and now his hand was rubbing my bottom through my skirt, I knew I should have pushed him away but instead, I opened my legs a little wider. For the first time, probably the first time in my life, I was dripping wet, I had never felt anything like it before in my life, even wearing knickers my lubricating juices were running down my inner thighs.

I felt the back of my skirt being pulled up over my bottom and my panties being pulled down. I was still filming Tracey and the trucker, as fingers explored the inner folds of my vagina, I kept on filming Tracey and the truck driver as they fucked, Tracey making so much noise that I'm sure people driving past on the main road could hear her over the sound of their engines. I filmed every jerk of the driver's body as he filled the condom covering his cock and I filmed as he pulled his cock out of Tracey's cunt, I began to climax as the little teat at the end of the condom came into view, filled as it was with the driver's semen.

I filmed as Tracey took another foil encapsulated condom from the box and passed it, well, on camera, it looked like she passed it to me but I filmed the hand from behind me reaching out to take the condom. My t-shirt was now being pushed up my body by the driver's mate, then the driver blocked my view, the camera fighting to resolve the picture as he was now so close, his flaccid cock filling the camera's screen. I felt the driver taking over from his mate in pulling my t-shirt further up my body and as soon as the back of my bra was exposed the driver's mate slipped its catch, as my t-shirt started to slip over my head, I felt the camera being eased out of my hand. Everything went dark as my t-shirt was pulled off over my head, when I could see again I realised that it wasn't just my t-shirt in the driver's hands but my skirt as well, now, I was as naked as Tracey apart from my knickers, which were down around my knees.

I looked over at Tracey, she was still totally naked and was filming me and the two men as they eased me from my position, kneeling close to the impromptu bed and over, on top of it. The driver's mate knelt between my legs, Tracy was holding one of my ankles and the driver was holding the other, pulling me open like a wishbone and as the driver's mate rolled a condom down his cock it dawned on me that I might have been tricked into something, it also dawned on me that the driver's mate was starting to ease himself forward, the thumbs of each hand pressing against my labia, spreading my inner flower for Tracey to get a close-up inside of my body with her camera.

I suddenly came to my senses and began to struggle; I remembered how Tracey had twisted her body to throw the truck driver off his aim as he was trying to fuck her and I started to twist but it didn't get me very far, Tracey and the driver pulled against each other to hold me still just long enough for the driver's mate to impale me on his cock. Once I was skewered by a stranger's cock I stopped fighting and my ankles were released, it took me just seconds before I began to orgasm on a man's cock in six years, my feet hooked over the man's bottom, my ankles locked together as I began to use my legs to try and pull him in further, harder, deeper, faster.

It was all over far too fast, a little grunting from the man inside of me and he leaped to his feet, ripping his condom off of his cock and throwing it into the edge of the bush surrounding us. My eyes had been closed and I opened them slowly just in time to see the truck driver rolling a condom down his cock and he was between my thighs and I began to climax all over again as he took his turn at fucking me.

I went a little wild, it took the driver ten times longer to cum in me than it had taken him to cum in Tracey but I guess that was because he had already emptied his balls once and had to recharge his ball-sack again. There had been surprising little 'love' in the lovemaking, neither man had kissed me much, the actual act reminded me a little of animals, jump on, empty balls, jump off. Both men had paid a lot of attention to my breasts, sucking, licking and biting at them both, there was also a lot of vampire action, biting at my neck by both men but then it was all over, both men jumped to their feet and made their exits, the truck driver fastening his trousers as he went.

Tracey was still filming me with the camera as I lay there bathed from head to toe in sweat, focussing in on my hairy pussy mound, "Right, we'd better get back so I can get you ready for tonight." I lifted myself onto my elbows, "Get me ready for what?" "I'm giving you to my husband for his birthday present tonight but he hates hairy pussies, even bright red ones like yours, so it's all got to come off, Danny loves his women to look as clean as a 'NINE YEAR OLD GIRL' between her legs."

I was shocked, my mouth fell open and when I tried to talk I couldn't get anything to come out for ages, "You're joking of course!" "My dear, I may lie about sex but I never joke about it!" "I'm not going to let you!" "Well, I either give you to my husband for his birthday or I give your husband and the rest of the village the video we've just shot, only from your starring role though, naturally."

Tracey dressed and threw me my clothes, well, my t-shirt and skirt, she kept my bra and panties, "You should never be seen dead in these and Danny would hate to see you wearing them when you go to him tonight. You're much better to let fresh air get to your cunt anyway."

Once Tracey got me home she took me into the Jack and Jill bathroom between the bedroom I was letting her and Danny use and their junk room, she shaved me totally, then she said, "You should let James fuck you in the next few days too, just in case Danny puts a bun in your oven tonight, he won't be using any condoms tonight."

Now I was extremely worried, I could say no to Danny and have my life ruined when the video of me fucking two total strangers or I could go through with it, have sex with Danny and risk pregnancy and a fourth child, a child that would have no way of looking like my other three children, one way, instant ruin, the other, possible ruin in nine months time.

Tracey dressed me in her shortest skirt, six inch high heels, top with the most plunging neckline I had ever seen both front and back, fortunately the top was rather full, so the plunging neckline was often obscured by the folds of material, I wasn't allowed to wear a bra or panties either. Tracey did my hair in a style that she knew Danny would like and she made my face up like I was a super model and as a thank you from Tracey and Danny for putting them up for a few days, Danny had arranged for all seven of us to go to a swanky restaurant for dinner.

At the restaurant, I got some funny looks from my husband and children as well as most of the staff; I was dressed more like a prostitute than a respectable mother of three young children. The meal took over ninety minutes and for the whole of those ninety minutes, Danny was flirting with me, well, flirting with every woman or girl at the table as well as in the wider restaurant.

After the meal, James put his hand on my back, slipped it inside the plunging back and against my bare flesh, the closest thing to actual physical contact other than when he used to stick his dick in me to make me pregnant. As we walked out of the restaurant James began to rub his hand in small circles between my shoulder blades. By the time we got to the street, James's hand was right inside my top and was pulling against my ribs, pulling me against him, his fingers slipping upwards, his fingertips brushing lightly against the side of my breast, the first time he had actually touched my breast, ever!

James kissed my ear and whispered, "If I stop off at the all night chemists and pick up some condoms, can I come to your bedroom after Danny and Tracey go to bed please?" I had been shocked all day, ever since Tracey invited me to film her out in the wild I had been off kilter. But nothing could prepare me for my husband saying that he wanted to visit my bedroom with a packet of condoms.

I smiled at James and nodded my head nervously, then I had a word with Tracey, "Your bloody plan worked better than you thought it would, now my husband wants to fuck me tonight, after you go to bed, now what?" It took Tracey but a moment to tell Danny that she wanted to go and check on their house before it got too dark, and she wanted to go over to the flood protection to see how high the water level was. Danny turned to James, "We'll be back at your place in about an hour or ninety minutes, is it okay for you to leave the alarm off until we get back?" James jumped at the chance for him and I to have the house to ourselves for what he had in mind.

I had never known James drive so fast, going around corners on two wheels, he dropped me and the kids off at home and he went off to the all night chemists for condoms while I got the kids off to sleep. I have to admit that I wasn't looking forward to having sex with James, he was definitely an. In the dark, missionary position and both dressed for bed. I had finished reading to the girls and turned their lights off when James returned home, he almost jumped on me in the hallway outside the kids bedrooms, pressing me into the plasterwork as he kissed me and slipp'ed his hands into the front of my top, easing the folds of material to one side and exposing my breasts.

While James massaged my breast with his left hand his right hand lifted my skirt and when he found that I had no panties on, he didn't stop to put a condom on and he fucked me standing against the wall, filling me with his spunk, when he had finished he said, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." James rushed out of the house, he headed up the lane towards the church, I knew exactly what he was going to do. The church was never locked at night; James would go into his family's pew and pray for hours because to him, he had committed the sin of lust.

Tracey and Danny came home, Tracey came and found me while Danny went to their bedroom and undressed, Tracey felt between my legs, she found my cunt full of my husband's spunk, Tracey locked my bedroom door before I was taken into the bedroom she and Danny were sharing and she handed me over to Danny. Tracey sat at the end of the room with that dammed camera pointing at me as Danny kissed and fondled me, Danny found my full pussy too, then, after taking his time in stripping me naked, he called Tracey over, "Your present to me is dirty, you have to clean her up." Tracey handed Danny the camera and she forced me down onto the bed and licked all of James's cream from out of my cunt while Danny filmed her doing it.

After Tracey had brought me to several orgasms Danny got a little bored and moved up to my head and fed his cock into my mouth, as I sucked it, his cock doubled in length and thickness. "Okay, she's clean enough, now take the camera and film everything."

Danny climbed on top of me and he took great delight in having his wife film his cock as it forced its way up into my body. Danny fucked me slowly for an hour and from the first minute to the sixtieth I had a chain of orgasms that built in intensity, each more powerful than the last. Considering I had been fucked by the truck driver and his mate earlier in the day and my husband standing against the wall outside my kid's bedroom doors, the day had not prepared me for Danny's monster cock burrowing into me. It actually felt like Danny was pushing a baseball bat up me rather than his cock.

Tracey heard something in the hallway outside and she opened the door just a crack and peeped out, closing the door again, she said, "How sweet, James is trying to get into your bedroom and he has a box of condoms in his hand." As soon as Danny heard that he stepped up a gear, fucking me harder and with more animal passion. The day before when I had listened to Tracey going through an hour long orgasm, I had thought that she was just playacting or showing off, either for Danny or for my benefit. But once Danny stepped up in his performance, I found myself involuntarily emulation Tracey's verbalisation of the night before, and I began baying at the moon and screaming my orgasmic tensions at the top of my lungs.

Danny pounded into my body for thirty more minutes, I was just a ragdoll under his body, my legs were moving without any control from my brain, if I had been looking down it would have looked like I was a frog trying to swim away from Danny's cock and my head was thrashing from side to side without conscious control. When Danny fired off, emptying his bollocks deep inside my body and as it dawned on me that the jet-washer hosing my cervix down was Danny's cock I froze for several minutes, the time taken by Danny to empty his sack into me.

Danny rolled off of me but he kept me with him, so we were lying, face to face and as I drifted off to sleep with the head of Danny's cock still trapped in my cunt, I felt Tracey slipping into bed behind me and when sleep finally turned my tortured mind off, Tracey was lying, her body pressed hard against mine and her arm reaching over me to fondle my breast. An hour later I woke, Danny's cock was still inside me and Danny was just rocking back and forth, his cock head moving only an inch in and out of me, he did just enough to climax and then went to sleep again and as Danny was fucking me, Tracey's hand was between our bodies, her fingertip massaging my cliterous so that I had an orgasm to match in with Danny's.

An hour later, I woke again to find Danny rocking languidly back and forth again, and again, he spurted into me as his wife masturbated me. I woke twice more to the same thing and then, Danny was on top of me again, fucking me with a solid purpose and just as I began to bay at the moon again Tracey was at the door, she looked out and said, "It's Amy, she's knocking at your bedroom door, shall I tell her to come in here?" Even though I was delirious with lack of sleep and from the constant assault on my body from continuous orgasms I still managed to say "No!"

Tracey slipped out of the room, totally naked and while it was obvious that Danny was still fucking someone, I heard Tracey asking Amy if there was any way that Amy could fetch Tracey a glass of milk. Danny fired off into me as Amy ran back to the kitchen, I heard Tracey unlocking my bedroom door and I grabbed my clothes and ran for my bedroom, closing the door just before Amy returned.

I heard Amy talking to Danny and Tracey in their bedroom; I pulled my dressing gown on quickly and went to rescue Amy from Danny and Tracey's room. Amy was just standing there, happily chattering to Danny and Tracey as Danny humped away on top of Tracey, fortunately Tracey had the decency to cover her and her husband with the duvet so that Amy couldn't actually see more than a man, laying on top of his wife and the shape of his bottom as it rose and fell.

It was difficult to drag Amy away from Tracey and Danny's bedroom and as we walked to the kitchen, Amy looking over her shoulder all the way, she said, "Mummy, what did it feel like when Uncle Danny was doing you?" I was shocked, unable to speak and I think that is as good a point as any to close this story.

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