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Published : 20 November 2019

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That Damned Magazine
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/f, m/g, Public Sex, Oral, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Dateline:- Friday, sixteenth of July twenty-nineteen.

Scene:- A Nissan Micra parked illegally outside Wellingborough railway station, a wife, Victoria, waits for the five o'clock train from London to collect her husband after a week, working away from home.

I saw John walking from the platform looking at a glossy magazine...he is so lost in what he's looking at that he walks to the wrong car...the Vauxhall Corsa was the same colour as my Micra but that was the only similarity...that and size. The woman in the driving seat was a bottle blond where I was copper coloured on top...so he hadn't even spotted that difference. I tooted my hooter to get John's attention, just as his hand reached for the Corsa's passenger door handle.

It wasn't unusual for my husband to be walking along lost in some project or other on a Friday evening but his projects usually came in dusty old folders, not in glossy magazines.

"What have you got there darling?"

He half closed the book to show me the cover, "Some berk left this on his seat when he got off the train at Bedford and there were young boys getting on in my carriage so I picked it up to stop them finding it!"

The front cover had a half naked woman on it, wrapped in a bare chested man's arms. The brightly coloured title, 'Forbidden Liaisons', acting as an umbrella above the two models. John's fingers were in between pages eight and nine so in the time between leaving Bedford and arriving at Wellingborough John must have been solidly immersed in that magazine...actually...the first time I'd ever seen him reading a magazine of any kind...never mind a pornography magazine.

"You're not taking that home are you?"

"Well, I was planning on shredding it but I thought that I'd see what all the fuss is about first...don't worry, I won't leave it lying around."

Because John always got home so late on a Friday evening, I always stopped off at a fast food shop to pick up dinner so as soon as we stepped through the door Sarah and Dawn rushed into the kitchen to get their dinner while it was hot. John placed the magazine face down on the kitchen table while he ate his dinner, okay, the rude picture on the front of the magazine was covered but the back page of the magazine had at least twenty colourful adverts for escort agencies, massage parlours and telephone sex lines...all euphemisms for prostitution so I wasn't sure if it would have been better for Sarah at fourteen years old to have seen one picture of a loving embrace between a half naked couple or twenty adverts for prostitution but I saw her tilt her head slightly as she looked at the back of the booklet...if that had been me at sixteen...I wasn't sure if I would have understood what those adverts meant but I was equally sure that Sarah would have known what they all meant. Even not knowing, I was sure that I would have blushed and turned very silly but Sarah just raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly before asking John how his week had gone.

"Can you remember last weekend I'd lost track of fifty thousand pounds worth of electronics?"

Sarah nodded her head, "Wasn't it three thousand assorted LG flat screen TV's?"

"That's right...well, it took all week but I finally found the container sitting on the dockside in Charleston, South Carolina. I've arranged for the container to be on the next ship coming to the UK but it will land in Cardiff so I'll have to get it from there to London once it arrives."

"Couldn't you just sell the TV's in America, save the shipping costs back to the UK?"

"The TVs wouldn't pass American build regulations but even worse, they use one hundred and twenty volts at sixty hertz in America, they could fit a transformer to get up to two hundred and forty volts but the TVs would flicker because of the twenty percent higher frequency."

"So, after all that travelling around the world...you'll be lucky to make any profit on that shipment then!"

"Very true, it would have been far better if the container had fallen overboard from the ship instead of turning up in America, we would have covered all of our losses that way."

The subject moved quickly on to Sarah and Dawn's week at school, dance classes, sporting events and music classes and when that was all finished so was the meal. I cleared the table and started washing the pots while the girls used the kitchen table to do their homework...house rules called for all homework to have been finished to John's satisfaction before any weekend activities, the girls couldn't even watch the TV until John was happy that they had done their best on all of their work. John always sat there with the girls so that they could ask him any questions that they were struggling with, usually he sat between them but tonight he was sitting opposite and he was reading that damned book that he'd found on the train again.

I kept looking over John's shoulder, the magazine busted all of my pre-conceptions of the content of a gentleman's special interest magazine, in my head it would be full of pictures of women showing their tits and bums off and with the picture of the man on the front cover as well, I had half expected to see him with the woman from the front cover...actually I have to say that I was a little disappointed that the magazine was all text...well, not quite all text, on every page, there was at least one advertisement, variously sized boxes with line art drawings of naked women and the adverts were mainly for acts of prostitution but a few were for photographic models, wanted, all ages required for photographers in all areas of the UK.

It took until eight thirty for all the homework to be finished and John gave the girls thirty minutes to watch TV before they went to bed. By nine thirty both girls were washed and changed for bed, just lightweight nighties as it was so warm. Kisses all round and the girls ran up to bed.

I returned to the living room after tucking both girls into bed and as I walked into the room John said, "I find half of these stories very far fetched, this story is about a man saying that his wife can't get enough sex from him and he lets her play with other men, here, he's taking her to a dance hall and telling her who to dance with and if she hit it off with a man, she would take the man out to their car and the husband would follow her out to watch..."

I could understand a wife complaining about too little sex from her husband...I knew that John worked harder than most husbands and he was only home three nights out of seven and while he was down in London he worked twelve hour days or longer and when he got home he needed his rest but I still would have liked a little more loving than the five or six times a year that we did it.

At ten thirty I asked John if he'd like a hot drink before bed but he said that he felt like an early night, nothing unusual there though, he was often in bed straight after the girls on a Friday evening if he'd had a bad week at work, on those occasions I'd follow him up a couple of hours later, possibly at midnight even though when John wasn't home I was always in bed before eleven o'clock. I checked the time, "Okay, let's go to bed."

I went into the bathroom first to get changed, washed and dressed in my own lightweight nighty, no knickers or bra under it because of the temperature. As I walked out of the bathroom John stepped in to sort himself out. I can't say that we'd never seen each other naked before, it happened several times on our honeymoon and before the kids came along we would go camping and just have to get changed at the same time in the tent but it didn't happen very often.

I got into bed and, as usual, I turned the lights off. John opened the bedroom door and the hall light lit him up, pyjamas as usual, even though it was hot but it didn't look like he had his vest on under it and no vest, probably meant no underpants either.

Our usual bedroom routine was running to course, I changed first and waited in bed for John, he came into the room and turned the hall light off and closed the bedroom door and walked over to the bed in total darkness...unless there was a bright moon and although tonight was a full moon, the moon was actually favouring Sarah and Dawn's side of the house at that time of the night so our bedroom was in total darkness.

As usual, I waited for John on my back on the left hand side of the bed, he lay next to me on his back on the right hand side, we kissed our goodnights, he would roll onto his right side and I would roll onto my left, we would sleep back to back for most of the night. This was the usual pattern for most of our time together but five or six times a year, I would turn onto my left hand side and so would John, he would prod my buttocks with his erection and if it was his birthday, our wedding anniversary, Saint Valentines Day, my birthday or Christmas, I would turn back onto my back...now that was a surprise, we're nowhere close to one of those five special...no, there it was again, John was facing me and he was prodding my bum with an erection for a second time and I thought that he would be tired after a long hard week at work.

I had three reactions to the bum-prod, if I was upset with him for some reason I'd just ignore that second prod and after two prods, John would roll onto his right and go to sleep as unhappy as I was, if it was one of our usual fuck days, that first prod would see me on my back and getting ready for sex but like today, because I wasn't ready for it, it took that second prod to be sure.

I shuffled onto my back quickly so that John would know that his advances weren't being rejected and as I turned onto my back, I pulled the bottom of my nighty up, all to our usual pattern, just high enough to expose the beaver's lodge and allow my legs to part wide enough for John to slid in between them.

John eased his body over my right leg and sank down between my thighs, he pulled his cock out of his pyjama's fly hole and rubbed it over my labia before pulling his hips back, "Do I need a condom tonight?"

I was already doing the maths in my head, my period always started on a Monday and my last period was three Mondays ago so I would be starting my bleed in just three days time so I said, "No, you don't need a condom this weekend."

"I'm glad to hear that because I couldn't find any when I looked while you were in the bathroom!"

John eased his cock into me slowly as he always did because I'd be dry inside and then set out at a slow jog as my inner lubricant started to work...as he always did...but then he changed things, for the first time ever, as he fucked me slowly, he eased his upper body up off of mine and looked down between us as he fucked me, "Pity the moon isn't giving us more light...I can't see anything...can I turn the light on please?"

This was the first time ever that John had actually wanted to see me as we fucked...it was way-way out of my world view and I realised that this was a massive leap in our relationship and that John could worry that he may be pushing me further than I might be willing to go so to reassure him, I reached above my head and found the pull-chord to the light switch and turned the lights on.

John looked at my face and he grinned, he had actually stopped fucking me, he was just `plugged in and holding his upper body above mine, he looked down between us, my nighty was actually hiding his cock as it was all bunched up just above my bush. He didn't start fucking me again straight away, he'd set his heart on seeing his cock going into my body so he held his body up with just his left arm and pulled at the front of my nighty but he couldn't get it up very far because my back was holding my nighty in place.

"Lift up for me please!"

"Shall I take my nighty all the way off?"

"Would you?"

I nodded my head and John pulled his cock out of my cunt...the first time I'd seen his erection since our honeymoon...he moved away from me slightly, resting on his knees, his body upright, his bum on his heels, watching as I slithered out of my nighty and then I lay back down and invited him back into me. I was surprised that he actually didn't roll forward into me, instead, he stripped his pyjamas off and leaned down to look closely at my pussy, he'd seen me naked before...not often but he'd never looked in close before but tonight he was doing just that, his face was so close to my 'Business end' that I could feel his breath against my labia.

He tentatively pulled a tuft of pussy hair up that was covering the entrance to my vagina with his right hand and then he used the thumb and index finger of his left hand on my labia to open my hole, I saw a grin on his lips as he looked into my body and then his right thumb lowered down, his thumb pressed against the skin just above my clitoris, I thought that he might be about to masturbate me by rubbing my clitoris but I was wrong, he pressed down on the skin and then rubbed up, pulling the hood covering my clit up and away from my magic button exposing my clit.

His grin widened even more and then he looked at my face again, "I've never seen anything like it before, in one of the stories I read, the man described his wife's clitoris as a little cock that grew when she got excited, just like a man's cock and I thought that was total bullshit but..." he nodded his head towards my pussy, "...now that I've uncovered it, it really does look like a little cock...it's even getting bigger now that it's uncovered."

I pushed my upper body up on my elbows and looked down between my legs, it looked very convoluted, he was using both hands to open my cunt and uncover my clitoris but for the first time in my life I actually saw my clit exposed. The way I was brought up I had almost a phobia against touching my own pussy, even when I took a bath or a shower, I would use a wash mitt instead of my bare fingers on my bare pussy, I'd been brainwashed by my mother that it was a sin to touch my own pussy and I'd never got over that conditioning.

"I don't have a finger free, either take over from my thumb or rub your clitoris so that I can watch what happens."

I rolled my upper body slightly to the left so that I could hold my back up with just my left elbow and I reached down and took over pulling at the skin above my clit to keep it exposed and because of my hand coming to my cunt from above I didn't need to pull the little tuft of hair out of the way. John touched my clit with his fingertip gently, the reaction in my body was instant and remarkable, I almost levitated off the bad my muscles spasmed so violently, throwing my back up off of the bed.

I fell flat on my back as my body went through a million volt shockwave. Eventually I managed to lift my upper body again and look, my clit was bright read and it had grown to almost a half an inch long. "You're going to have to stop rubbing me or you'll make me sore!"

John chuckled, "I've never watched you orgasm before, and it looks really fantastic..."

I thought, 'That's probably because you don't very often manage to get me off during sex,' but I kept that thought to myself. I knew why John didn't get me off very often, he was actually a bit of a 'Quick Draw McGraw' usually and he was finishing off usually before I even got started and because of the way a man orgasms, they seldom notice things around them, the red mist rises as they approach the vinegar stroke...one of the reasons that most men claim they couldn't stop themselves when a woman changes her mind part way through the act and tries to end it unsuccessfully.

When we were on our honeymoon John had asked if everything was okay for me and I'd said yes...but, back then, I didn't know what to expect from sex and...to me, it seemed like it was okay, he hadn't made much of a mess, I never even had to wipe myself clean after he fucked me the volume of his sperm production was so low...but then he did make me pregnant twice so it all seemed 'Normal' to me in that respect.

I was pushed down onto my back and John eased his cock into me, he started out slowly as he usually did but he didn't speed up, usually by the fifth or sixth thrust, he would be like the energiser bunny, pound his cock into me for thirty seconds to a minute, spit semen into my hole and kiss me before rolling onto his right side and going to sleep.

After a few minutes he started nibbling at my neck and he whispered, "I loved looking at you...you know, inside you when you were excited...I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable!"

"No...well...actually, it was a bit of an eye-opener for me too, I've never seen my bits like that before...you know how my mum brought me up, I wouldn't have touched myself down there if you hadn't asked me to."

He pushed his body up again and looked at his cock sliding slowly in and out of my cunt, the change of angle meant that the head of his cock now rubbed against the roof of my vagina causing me to groan with pleasure, "Can you pull your pussy hair out of the way for me please darling?"

My hands were shaking with the pleasure I was getting from his slow fucking motion I took a hand full of my pubic hair and pulled it up towards my belly button. He grinned again, "That magazine I was reading earlier said that the husband in one story just loved watching his wife fucking...no matter who she was fucking...even if he was just watching himself fucking her in the mirror, he had a massive mirror mounted on the ceiling."

"I think putting a mirror on the veiling might be gong a little too far."

"I've been reading that magazine for most of the day and although it seemed far fetched, it was entertaining and erotic but now...I think that there might be some truth in it."

I had yet another massive climax and John said, "I love the way that your tits bounce when you orgasm and when I push in to you, your nipples make little circles!"

He was thrusting at a rate of about one push every three seconds and he suddenly thrust in hard...not more frequently, just stabbing his hips down into me much harder than ever before.

I had another massive mind-blowing orgasm, "I'd love to watch you being fucked!"

I was panting to get my breath back, "Well, I suppose that we could get a wardrobe with mirror fronted doors so that you could watch yourself making love to me."

"No...well, yes, I'd love to watch us fucking in a big mirror but I mean...I'd love to see you being fucked by someone else!"

That caused another gasp from me and yet another orgasm racing through my body.

"Before we met, did any of your old boyfriends have sex with you?"

"You know that they didn't...you made me bleed on our honeymoon!"

John stopped fucking me and he looked confused.

"You do remember the mess on the night that we got married don't you?"

"I remembered the blood but...well, I'd been told by my mates that they sometimes got that bloody mess if they had sex with a woman when she was on her period...so I wasn't really sure and I was too shy to ask in case you thought that I was stupid or something!"

John was thrusting at one push every two seconds and I was almost on a constant orgasm, he fell forward on top of my body, he stepped up his speed again, one thrust a second but his cockhead had stopped rubbing against the roof of my vagina and I was allowed to slip off the boil slightly. John bit down on my neck hard and stepped his speed up to two thrusts a second, that was his usual finishing speed, just ten to fifteen seconds at that speed would usually see him climax but after thirty seconds he stepped up again, I hit another massive orgasm and he was pulsing his cock into me at the rate of at least three pushes a second for twenty seconds, biting my collarbone hard for the whole twenty seconds.

He fell against me gasping for breath and I actually felt something deep inside my pussy, for the first time in our life together, I actually felt him shooting off inside of me. When he got his breath back he pushed himself up onto his knees again and squatted down on his heels again, he had one hand on each side of my pussy and he pulled me open again, "Can you do the honours again darling?"

I reached down between my legs and tugged at my pubic hair again, giving John a clear view of my clitoris again, "Do I need to pull the skin up again?"

"No, your clitoris is still swollen, the flap of skin can't go back into place yet...ooooops!"

"What?"

"It's getting messy down there!"

I pushed myself up onto my elbows again to look at what kind of mess he was talking about, it looked like 'Cuckoo Spit` oozing out of my pussy.

John slid off the bed and ran, totally naked, to the bathroom to fetch a hand towel to wipe his cock and mop my cunt out. Once we were both clean he threw the hand towel on the floor and he turned the light out. I expected a goodnight kiss and for us to lie back to back as usual and go to sleep. I'd had so much sex that I could go for the next two years without any more sex and not complain but once again tonight, I was totally wrong.

John lay at my side and slid his left arm under my shoulders, my right arm under his neck and then he slipped his right knee between my legs, his lips were against my neck and his chin on my décolletage.

"Why didn't you allow any of your boyfriends before me to fuck you?"

"You know how I was when you met me, my mother had so screwed with my head that I thought that if I even let a boy touch between my legs, I'd go straight to hell."

"So you didn't even let a boy touch you once before you married me?"

"Not once!"

"Did you touch any of them?"

"I did touch Michael Fisher, he tried to get his hand up under my skirt and when I stopped him, he pushed my hand down the front of his trousers and made me rub his cock."

"Did you get him off?"

As I went through everything that I did with Michael Fisher, John was stroking his right hand all over my body, from my breasts to my pussy, his finger slipped over my clitoris and I almost jerked him off of my body the shockwave running through my body was so powerful.

"Your clitoris is still excited, still standing up like a little cock!"

I pulled his hand away from my pussy and pulled it up to my left breast.

"Hey, isn't Michael Fisher still around the village?"

"Yes, I sometimes see him fishing down by the river, he married Gail Cooper, they have five boys."

"Do you and Michael ever talk about the old days?"

"I haven't spoken to him since we broke up."

"But...he's handsome...right?"

"Yes, I guess so!"

"Did he have a big cock?"

"I can't remember."

"Don't go shy on me now...was his cock as big as mine?"

"Erm...i think his was slightly longer than yours but not as fat but I could be wrong, I never saw it, just felt it."

"Would you like to see it?"

"No...I don't think so."

"Come on, I want to see it, I'd love to see his cock in your hand at least if not in your cunt."

I didn't respond and after a few minutes I realised that John had stopped playing with my tits, he'd stopped kissing my neck and his breathing slowed and deepened...he'd fallen asleep and his body was half covering mine and we were both still totally naked, not even the top sheet covering us.

It took me almost an hour to fall asleep, still on my back, still half covered by my husband.

All hell broke loose at three o'clock in the morning, I was flipped onto my right hand side and john was jumping up and down at the side of the bed. Because his left arm was under my shoulders the blood flow had been restricted to his hand and he was trying to pump some blood back into his fingers to try and kill the pain. I rolled back onto my back and watched him, the moon had moved to the front of the house and was now lighting our bedroom up and I could see John's dance with his flaccid cock bouncing about.

Once he got over the shock of his sudden and painful awakening he started to laugh and then he joined me on the bed again and he covered my body with his again, his neck over my right arm but this time, his left hand was lying down between our bodies,

He kissed my breast again, suckled my right nipple into his mouth and I started to stroke my right hand as far down his left ribs as I could reach, his right hand started stroking over my lower body again and once again, he searched out my pussy, causing my body to jolt all over again, "Hey, I don't believe it, your clitoris is standing up like a little cock still!"

I was stroking his ribs and then...I have no idea what came over me but I gently pressed my right hand into his ribs...I was actually encouraging him to fully cover my body with his all over again, the first time I'd offered him sex...or rather asked him for sex in all of out time together. He eased himself over my leg again and started fucking me all over again, nothing special this time...well, it was longer than usual this time, he spent about twice as long as he usually did while fucking me and because my clitoris was still extended, I managed to get off moments before he climaxed.

John reached down to the floor and picked up the still wet hand towel, he wiped his cock, then he folded the hand towel and put it between my legs like a big sanitary towel.

"Close your legs."

I closed my legs to trap the towel against my fanny to soak up the slime that John had just left behind.

I thought that John would want to go to sleep now in our usual positions but once again I was wrong, he laid back on top of me but with his legs either side of my legs and his face nuzzled into my neck and his half erect cock trapped between our bodies.

I managed to fall asleep even though my husband was on top of me and that's where we were when the explosive entry happened, it was textbook SAS, the door blew off of its hinges and two soldiers rushed in dressed from head to toe in black shouting "Everybody down!"

Sarah and Dawn burst through our bedroom door, John was still on top of me and we were both naked and still uncovered. The girls both turned on their heels and ran back out of out bedroom and as Sarah pulled the door closed behind her she shouted out, "The milk man is at the back door, he's here to collect the milk money!"

John got over the shock of the girls catching us naked and in that position and then he started to laugh but he soon stopped that when he tried to dismount and we both discovered that semen not only looked like wallpaper paste, it also stuck things together like wallpaper past, his belly hairs to my abdomen and my pubic hairs to his balls.

Once we got over the pain of separation, I pulled my clean knickers on, a dressing gown and ran to the back door to pay the milkman. When I reached the back door I was actually mid way through my orgasm, my clitoris was still uncovered and the gusset of my knickers had rubbed me to a climax as I ran.

John was just feet behind me, all he was wearing was his dressing gown...the only reason that I'd rushed down to pay the milkman was because John wouldn't usually leave the bedroom until he was correctly dressed, socks, underpants, vest, Shirt and trousers. And Don the milkman wouldn't wait that long at the back door for his money so I was really surprised to find John right behind me in his dressing gown.

He looked over my shoulder and said, "Morning Don...would you like a coffee this morning?"

Don was counting my money and filling in his ledger, he checked his watch, "Well mate, I've got time for a quick coffee!"

I stood aside to let Don in the kitchen while John put the kettle on. I made the girls their breakfast while John and Dom chatted. I was very conscious that every move I made was followed closely by the milkman and every move the milkman made was followed by John with a massive grin on his face.

The girls finished their breakfast and they ran back up to their bedrooms to get changed to face the day.

Don had a very greedy look on his face, I was keeping my distance as all I was wearing was my dressing gown and knickers and every time I moved the gusset of my knickers was rubbing against my swollen clitoris, then Don must have realised that he wasn't going to see any more of me or get any other kind of offer so he stood up, "Well, I'd better get on with collecting my money...I'd love another chance of a coffee and chat one day when I don't have to collect cash...one day in the week perhaps!"

John pulled me to his lap, "You got really excited when you answered the door to Don dressed like that...didn't you?"

I punched John's shoulder playfully, "It was my damned knickers rubbing against my clitoris while I was running to get to the door!"

"Do you think that it's true that milkmen often have affairs with housewives on their routes?"

"I'm sure that Don gets offers...he's very handsome."

"Well, he couldn't take his eyes off of the bite marks on your neck and I think his comment about coming back for a chat in the week is so that he can have a crack at you while I'm away at work."

"Bite marks?"

I rushed through to the downstairs bathroom and checked my neck, even that short rush took me to the very edge of another orgasm so I took my knickers off.

I walked into the living room and saw John standing in front of the window, he was looking at a boy in the street, the boy was dressed in the Manchester United Home game football strip and had a football under his arm.

"He's just walking up and down, I wonder what he's up to?"

"He could be waiting for a bus!"

"Ha-ha, very funny!"

Sarah and Dawn chose that moment to come down stairs, Sarah was wearing a football kit that matched the boy out in the street and Dawn was wearing a Liverpool football kit.

John shook his head and said, "You girls...you're both traitors to your heritage...where did you get those football kits from?"

Sarah ignored her father's question and just walked up to him and said, "We're going down the park to play football!"

As she kissed her father on his cheek he put his hand on her shoulder, I saw a confused look on his face and his hand slipped from her shoulder and down her back to her bottom and as his hand reached her bum cheek through her football shorts he slapped her bum, "Be back by twelve o'clock!"

He repeated the action when Dawn stepped up to kiss him on his cheek and he did the same to Dawn. The girls ran to the utility room to put their trainers on.

"Is it okay that the girls are going out without any underwear on?"

"It's hot and the girls like to feel cool whenever they can."

"Okay...do you know that boy? He seems to be waiting for the girls out there!"

At that moment the boy turned his back as he started walking in the other direction and the name 'Fisher' almost shone out at us.

"I think that must be Robin Fisher, he's sixteen, his dad is Michael...you know, we talked about him last night...the girls are going out for a few hours, we could go back to bed if you like!"

I couldn't believe myself, last night I'd invited John to fuck me for the first time ever and now, this morning, I'd suggested that we went back to bed in the middle of the morning.

We were in the bedroom by the time the girls reached the street and John was looking out at Robin as he grinned at Sarah and Dawn, he bounced the football on the pavement in Dawn's direction and she caught it, then Robin put his arm over Sarah's shoulder, she twisted away from him and looked nervously towards the living room window as they walked towards the park. I pulled my dressing gown off and as the three kids passed Mr Patterson's hedgerow, blocking the view of them from the living room but not from the bedroom, Robin put his arm over Sarah's shoulder again and she looked up to his face and their lips crushed together.

I stood behind John in the nude and we watched as Robin's free hand went straight for Sarah's breast, he rubbed her tit through her football shirt, she pushed his hand away but her lips were still pressed against his as Dawn bounced the football on the pavement like it was a basketball.

I saw John's body stiffen as he saw Robin's hand on Sarah's breast, "I'm not happy that Sarah's fooling around with that boy...he's much too old for her."

Well...we could get dressed and go to the park and drag the girls back home..." I looked at the bed, "...or we could get on the bed and do what we came up here to do!"

John looked out in the street as I slid on the bed, "Well, we were talking about what you were doing with boys last night and you were about the same age as Sarah is now."

"And Robin is about the same age as his dad was back then too!"

John dropped his dressing gown and climbed on the bed with me, he pulled at the little tuft of hair above the entrance to my vagina and opened my labia again, "I'm a little worried that I might have broken your clitoris last night, the hood thingy still hasn't gone back into place after almost twelve hours."

My pubic hair slipped through his fingers and hid my pussy again, "Have you ever thought of trimming some of your pussy hair back?"

"Why? Just so that you can get a better look at my...why the hell not, fetch your hair clippers and a towel to put under my bum!"

I propped my back up with pillows so that I could watch John with his hair clippers, he hacked the little tuft of hair down that was blocking his view of my vagina and then he ran the clippers down either side of my labia to clean them up and then he rested back on his heels, "Look, I can see your clitoris without even touching you now!"

I thought, 'I'm sure that it shouldn't look like that...I may have to visit my doctor on Monday if it hasn't gone down by then'

John looked troubled, "What's up darling?"

"It doesn't look right now."

"No, it shouldn't be that swollen!"

"No, not your clitoris...that looks bloody fantastic...I mean your pussy hair, now that I've shaved around your vagina, the rest just looks a little lopsided...can I trim the rest?"

I thought, 'Never give someone with OCD a hair trimmer and let them loose on your pussy...if you say yes you'll probably end up bald before he's happy with how it looks!' I thought that but I still nodded my head.

John decided on the mid-point of my pubic hair and then cut a razor-sharp line over to my hip, then he did the same on the other side so I just had two straight white lines in the sea of red hair, then he started on the outside and cut carefully into the line, then he leaned back and looked again, "The sides of the triangle looks great but the base...that's a mess and he cut another razor-sharp line, linking both sides of the triangle and then he cut the few straggles of ginger hair close to my belly button and cleaned all the hair away until he reached the baseline that he'd created.

I couldn't believe it when after just ten minutes, John was happy with the way my pussy looked and he pulled the towel out from under my bum, folded the towel to trap all the rust coloured hair clippings and dropped it on the floor, his hair clippers fall on top of the towel...and he had no intention of clearing it up...which for a man with OCD was impossible for me to believe.

He leaned in and blew a few strands of fallen hair from my inner thighs and because my clitoris was so exposed, I felt his breath as a sensual caress around my clitoris and then I got the biggest surprise of the day when he leaned in and kissed me, right on top of my clitoris, one little kiss, two little licks with the tip of his tongue and I was having an orgasm all over again.

John put his hands under my knees and he pulled me down the bed instead of shuffling up to me, he eased his cock into me gently as he always did but because I was so wet from all the sex and the little orgasm he'd just given me he went to two thrusts a second instantly. Fortunately I took off again instantly into an orgasm because I assumed that our sex would be all over in thirty seconds but I was wrong again, he managed to last for a full fifteen minutes at that pace before he fell against me gasping for air.

He clambered off of my body as soon as he got his breath back and he reached for the hand towel that he'd already used twice to clean both of us and as he wiped his cock dry, I ran for the bathroom and sat on the toilet, I had a pee but after finishing I remained sitting and watched as John's semen slowly fell down into the toilet bowel on top of my pee. I used a wad of toilet tissue to dry my pussy and then rejoined John in the bedroom, he was dressed in jogging trousers and a t-shirt.

"Do you have a squash game booked?"

He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned, "No, and I don't have any shorts on under my joggers...I'm taking a leaf out of the girls book for a hot morning like this..." he pulled the front of his joggers down to show me that he wasn't wearing shorts under his sport trousers...no shorts...no underpants either, "...I've decided to be comfortable today for a change!"

He opened my wardrobe door, it was obvious that while I was out of the room he had sorted through my line of dresses and picked something out for me to wear and he'd never done anything like that before, he had my lightest weight, snowy white, Muslin dress. When I wore that dress I knew that I could only wear flesh coloured underwear as anything else showed through, even white knickers and bra would show through it.

"I was thinking that we could take a walk down by the river as it is such a nice day and we could pick the girls up for lunch on our way back home."

I went to my underwear draw to find my flesh toned underwear.

"Erm...I've already found you some ankle socks to wear!"

"I saw them on the bed but I need a bra and knickers."

"Wellllll...I was hoping that you would take a leaf out of the girl's book as well..."

He shook my dress at me.

"You want me to go out in the street wearing just that thin dress and nothing else?"

He pointed to the bed, "And the socks!"

I muttered "Where has my quiet, reserved and conservative husband gone...I blame that damned magazine!"

I took the dress off of John and then thought, 'After the change in my husband over the last twenty-four hours, I must find the address of the publishers of that damned magazine and send a letter in to their complaints department...thanking them for publishing it!'

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I could clearly see the two brown targets created by my areola through the body of the dress and the bright ginger of my pubic mound looking like a neon sign flashing out, 'Get sex here!' to any man that saw me.

I stopped at the front door, "If I go out in the street dressed like this, you're going to have to pay the fine I get for public indecency!"

John laughed at me and 'Encouraged' me out of the front door. I was paraded up and down the village and every man we passed did a double take and as soon as we'd passed them by John whispered, "He liked you, he loved the way that you look...what did you think of him?"

I was actually on the edge of yet another orgasm from being displayed to all those men and when John kept asking me what I thought about them little shivers ran through my body even though I'd have to say that most of the men were much too old for me to fancy or think of as sexual partners.

When we got to the park the street outside of it was packed with parked cars, people from outside the village seemed to be congregating on our little park. We got a clue at the gate into the park, our village fishing club was having a twenty-four hour charity fishing competition, the notice on the gate was telling visitors where to go, a little map of the river bank with numbered 'Swims' marked out and the name at the bottom of the notice was M. Fisher.

"You think that your old boyfriend will be here at the river today looking after this lot?"

Another shiver raced through my body, "Probably, it looks like he's organised the whole thing."

As we stepped into the park we saw Dawn in her bright red Liverpool shirt, she was playing football with nine boys, a manic five-a-side match and as we took our second pace, we saw Dawn making a sliding tackle on a much older boy, it was a dirty tackle, John would have called it a foul and given the boy a free kick. The boy landed on top of Dawn and the two of them rolled around as if they were fighting, the ruck ended with the boy sitting on top of Dawn, she was on her back, he had her arms pinned to the floor above her head and then he leaned in and kissed her.

I felt John stiffen at my side, he didn't like what he saw but as the boy's lips left Dawn's she was laughing out loud, they both got up, brushed themselves off and the football game started all over again.

John relaxed and looked around, "I can't see any Manchester United football shirts anywhere!"

"Sarah and Robin are probably at the riverside with Michael...the only other place they could be is in the den."

I kicked myself as I said that. John, like me, was a local boy and, like me, he knew that the only place in the village that was semi-private for kids to go to get out of sight was the den...the hollowed out centre of the big Rhododendron bush at the side of the park.

John dropped my hand and he marched over to the bush with me in hot pursuit, John lifted a single branch, forming a window into the dark centre of the bush, six feet away we could read Fisher across the back of a Manchester United football shirt. Robin and Sarah were snogging and Sarah was holding the front of her shirt bunched up under her chin and as they kissed Robin was fondling her bare breasts.

I felt John stiffen again, I took his hand off the branch and let it fall back into place, I kissed his cheek and then whispered, "Just remember what we got up to when we were their ages!"

Half way down the path to the river we watched Dawn make another dirty tackle but on a different boy this time, the outcome was the same though, a little rolling around on the grass, a pin down and kiss before the game started off all over again.

I said, "I remember 'Kiss Chase' from when I was younger but never saw 'Kiss Football' before."

The river bank was lined with men sitting on seats and dangling fishing rods in the water trying to coax fish out of the river.

Michael Fisher was walking along the line of men, he had a clipboard in his hand and was checking people's details against their swim number. We met up with Michael about ten men away from the park gates, he did a double take when he saw me, there was a smile on his face and an erection sticking out in front of his body.

Considering that it had been over twenty years since we'd spoken, Michael made it look like we'd never parted, he shook John's hand and then he grasped my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks and asked me how I was. John stood a few feet away, he was talking to one of the other villagers that was taking part in the competition but as he chatted, his eyes were glued to me and Michael.

We chatted for a few minutes before Michael said that he had to get on with the admin, "All the fishes are getting away from my hook while I'm standing here!"

There was another kiss on my cheek but this time, Michael had stepped in closer and he prodded my abdomen with his trousered erection, and that wasn't missed by John.

We continued along the line of men, John stopped to chat to a few men, I realised that he was talking to men that I might find appealing and each time he chatted it was just to get them to look at me and the way that I was dressed.

Just beyond the line of men fishing, there was a hedgerow dividing the public access area from a private field but there was a footpath up to the main road so a stile had been put in the hedgerow, just a two foot wide gap in the hawthorn bush with a set of steps to climb over into the field.

I climbed over first, I know that my bare arse flashed out to anyone at the river side to see as I crossed over the highest point in the stile. I waited in the field for John to join me but once over the stile, John sat on the top of the fence.

"How would you react if I asked you for oral sex dealing?"

His cock was almost at my eye level where he was sitting and I could see that his cock was forming a tent in his joggers,"

"Well, I'd obviously try, shall we go home?"

"No, I mean right now...right here!"

I looked around the field, we were almost as private here as we would have been in the den but I could see forty men sitting just a few feet away from John's back.

"Okay, but again, if I get a fine for an immoral act in a public place...it comes out of your bank account...Right?"

John grinned at me and nodded his head.

So my first ever blow-job was being performed in a public place. I got John off reasonably quickly but I think that was more to do with how turned on John was from parading me off in front of so many men and the fact that it was his first ever blow-job, as well as being outside in a public place, than anything to do with my sucking skills. I got the first jet of semen in my mouth, I pulled my mouth away quickly and John took over with his own fist to finish himself off and managed to hit my nose with the second jet of semen and his third jet hit my cleavage.

John gave me a tissue to clean my face and my chest and put his cock away.

We started walking back to the fishing competition, I thought that now that I'd given him a climax with my mouth in a public place, that might just take the edge off of his sexual needs but then, he had three climaxes in the past overnight and this morning and he still needed a fourth in the field, he'd had far more sex than in a whole year of our normal sex life but still seemed to want more.

Michael Fisher was sitting on his little stool at the side of the river fishing up a storm, John stopped me right in front of Michael and started a conversation, asking what Michael was hoping to catch, what bait he was using, what he was using as a swim feeder...all the kinds of things that one fisherman would ask another...even though John wasn't actually a fisherman, Michael was on swim twenty-five and a man started fighting a fish on swim thirty, John almost pushed me to make me stay talking to Michael while he went five swims away to watch the man landing his fish.

"Have you and your husband started swinging Victoria?"

I felt shocked at his question but I controlled myself, Michael leaned forward to put his pliers into his tool tray but instead of sitting back upright, he rubbed his hand up the back of my left calf.

I took a deep breath, I was looking at John, he was standing almost twenty feet away but he was looking at me and Michael, "No...he found a dirty magazine and he's been trying out new things."

"Things like getting a blow-job out in public and showing your body off to everyone in the village."

"That kind of thing."

"Well, you tell him...when he gets around to wanting to watch you with another man...I'm not shy and I'll let him watch me fuck you any time he likes!"

The man on swim thirty managed to land quite a big fish and John walked back to Michael's swim.

We linked arms and walked back to the park, Dawn was still playing 'Kick-boy' rather than football, she hacked yet another boy down and they ended up rolling around on the floor and snogging in front of eight other boys.

When we reached the den, John stopped and lifted a different branch to open a window into the den from the other end of the den. There had been a change around, Sarah was on her knees in front of Robin and she was sucking his cock...and, I have to say, she looked far more skilled at it than I was earlier. I pulled the branch out of John's hand to close the window on the lovers.

There was a sudden shout from the middle of the park, Dawn shouted out, "Mum...dad...I'm over here!"

I knew that it was Dawn's early warning system for her sister, Dawn must have been on lookout and not done a very good job at it as she had totally missed us on our way out to the river and she'd missed us looking into the den.

There was a rustle thirty feet away, Sarah suddenly appeared on the path, she was all on her own and had a bright red face. John was about to say something as Dawn jogged to our side but I deflected him by turning his wrist over to look at his watch, "Right girls, lunch will be in twenty minutes time...so you have about fifteen minutes to finish up whatever you're doing!" As I said that, I looked Sarah in the eye and gestured with my head towards the den.

I pulled John away from the den and to the park gates, Sarah and Dawn just stood side by side talking until John and I had walked through the gates. I looked back, just in time to see Sarah dive back into the den but then, I spotted one of the boys that had kissed Dawn, pulling her into the den after Sarah.

"What did you and Michael talk about while I was watching that fish being landed?"

"He got the feeling that you were showing me off to men, he wondered if you wanted to pick up a man to take home and share me with. He said that he isn't shy and if you wanted to watch a man fucking me, he's always available!"

I was dragged home at high speed, we almost ran all the way, John started fucking me in the kitchen, my hands flat on the kitchen table, the back of my dress lifted up and he was fucking me from behind as I leaned over the kitchen table. We were still fucking when the girls walked in the kitchen, ready for lunch. John just twisted away from me and let my dress fall back into place as he sorted himself out.

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That Damned Magazine Part 2

John rushed to the bathroom because, even though he'd covered up, his pole was still forming a tent in his jogging trousers. Sarah came and put her arm over my shoulder, "Mum, are we okay?"

"Why darling?"

"Dawn thinks that you and dad saw what I was doing with Robin in the den and now Dad has just walked away without even looking at me."

I messed her hair up, it was really hard not to laugh, "Darling, we did see you but if we were mad at you for doing it...I wouldn't have given you fifteen minutes extra to finish off what you and Robin were doing."

Sarah stepped away from me with a shocked look on her face, I put my hands on my hips, "Don't look at me like that...when I was your age, I had boyfriends and your dad had girlfriends...we know how these things work!"

"You did to boys what I was doing to Robin?"

"No darling, my mother wasn't as cool as your mother is...my mother told me that if I let a boy touch any part of my body or if I touched any part of his before we were married...I'd go straight to hell. That's why we don't go to church, I don't want you girls to be threatened with hell...ever and anyway, back when I was your age, no one did oral sex."

Dawn was lifting the basket of chips out of the fryer and tipping them out onto a paper towel to drain off some of the fat, "We'd sooner do that than kiss some boys!"

"What darling?"

Dawn was absentmindedly patting the hot chips down with the paper towel to dry off the tops of the chips, "There are a lot of boys that I wouldn't want to kiss because they're too ugly but when you're on your knees, they all look...the...same!" Dawn had realised what she had just said and who she had said it to, she looked into my eyes and gave me an awkward smile. It looked like she had a sudden thought, "Did you do things like me and Sarah with boys when you were our age?"

I shook my head, "No dealing, I've only ever done that once in my life, I never even touched a boy until I was sixteen...well, apart from just kissing them..." I had a sudden thought, "...on their lips."

John had calmed down enough to leave the bathroom and rejoined us in the kitchen and we all sat down to eat our lunch. After the first few minutes of conversation, the lunch talk was very benign and pedestrian, John asked Dawn where she learned to play football the way she did.

"Boys like a girl to play hard, they love an excuse to role around on the floor after I hack them down...but I always kiss them better afterwards!"

After lunch on a Saturday, I usually took the girls off to an afternoon dance class while John relaxed at home but today, John had other plans. While the girls were doing their hair and makeup, John handed me that damned magazine and asked me to read one particular story, it was only around a thousand words so I could easily read it in the time that it would take the girls to get ready.

The basic premise of that story was a husband who liked taking his wife for a walk in the woods where men were known to congregate, looking for sex. John watched me excitedly as I read the story and as soon as I finished he said, "Well, what did you think?"

"I think it was a little far fetched, I can't believe that there are woods like that where men wander around looking for sex."

"While the girls are in dance class, will you at least come for a walk with me in the woods at Irchester Country Park?"

"Of course I will but just don't get your hopes up too much, I don't think that you'll find any single men wandering around out there on a Saturday afternoon!"

"Well, in that case...I can at least finish off what the girls disturbed when they walked in on us before lunch."

I smiled at him, from a maximum of six fucks a year...he suddenly wants more than six fucks in twenty-four hours!

Sarah came into the living room ready for dance class, she was wearing her white leotard, her makeup was perfect as was her hair, the only thing out of place was that she still wasn't wearing any knickers under her leotard, I could clearly see a few dark hairs that had started to sprout on her pussy mound.

"Sorry darling...I think that you're getting a little too old to go to dance class without knickers on under your leotard...not a white one at any rate, you'll need to put your black leotard on or knickers under your white one."

"I can't change into my black leotard for today's class, we were told to go in white today...and...and I really hate to have to wear knickers when I have dance class."

"I know darling, you don't really like to wear knickers at any time that you don't..." there was a sudden message from my inner voice, it reminded me that John had used his hair clippers on me earlier and that they were still sitting on the towel on our bedroom floor. "...have to...why don't you come up to my bedroom, let me see if I can sort something out for you."

I didn't unfold the towel that was on my bedroom floor because I knew that it would be a mess with all of my trimmed hair all over it so Sarah unfastened the poppers across the leotard's gusset and sat on the bed where I carefully denuded her pussy with her father's hair clippers.

"There, not perfect but...have you started your period darling?"

"No, I'm not due on until next Saturday...why?"

"There is a spot of dry blood on the towel."

Sarah blushed a deep red that spread from her face all the way down to her belly button. I lifted her leg and pulled her legs apart to see if I had nicked her with the clippers and caused the spot of blood.

There was a ring of blood around the opening to her vagina.

"Well Sarah, if you're not due to start your period for another week, how come you have blood inside your vagina today?"

Sarah looked worried and she didn't really want to say more but I pressed her further and in the end she said, "Robin wanted to do me today so I let him put his willy in me but then I chickened out and I sucked him off again instead of letting him do me."

"But he put his penis all the way in you before you chickened out?"

"Yes, it hurt too much when he was all the way in me so I made him stop."

"You do know that now that you are having regular periods you can fall pregnant...don't you?"

"I made him use a condom mum...I'm not stupid!"

"You'd better go and wash between your legs, it could have been very embarrassing if that dried blood had fallen while you were in dance class...especially when you're not wearing knickers under your leotard."

I followed Sarah into the bathroom and as she washed the blood out of her vagina I said, "We're going to have to have a serious talk about birth control before you can play with Robin again!"

"Fine...but I'm never going to let him do that again, it's far too painful!"

"Don't be silly, it only hurts the first time and if Robin pesters you enough, you'll let him do it again and you'll realise just how much fun it is and want to do it all the time, the problem is, although a condom will stop most sexually transmitted diseases, they are only eighty-five percent effective as birth control and that's if they are used correctly."

John drove to Irchester, the dance class was in the church hall, not a perfect dance studio as there was no bar or wall of mirrors for the dancers to help refine their dance skills but on the up-side, it was quite a cheap class and the girls got two hours of mixed dancing styles for the same price as a thirty minute class at a fully equipped dance studio.

After dropping the girls off at dance class, I would usually head to the shopping centre at Rushden Lakes to practice a little retail therapy while the girls went through their dance class but today, for the first time, John was driving and he drove to the Irchester Country Park's car park on Gipsy Lane. The car park was totally empty and as I got out of the car I said, "I can't see that there will be any men walking around when the car park is empty...wouldn't you rather go to a pub for a quick drink...I'm sure that there would be men in a pub to show me off to."

"You could be right darling...but if nothing else, it will be nice and cool walking in the woods."

John pointed towards London Road, "We'll start out that way...see what's going on."

We followed well trodden paths through the trees and suddenly we arrived at a group of residential caravans, we stumbled out into the caravan park right at the back of one of the mobile homes where a swarthy looking man was sitting enjoying the sun, he was out of sight of his neighbours behind his caravan wearing just his underpants.

I tried to pull John back into the woods but John stopped me, the man looked up as John pushed me forward slightly so that the man got a better look at me, "I'm sorry mate...we were just looking for somewhere private so my wife can take a pee."

The man spoke in a thick Irish accent, "Sorry mate, there are no public facilities in the park."

"That's okay, we'll just have to find someplace."

As John pulled me back into the woods he said, I was hoping that he'd offer to let us use his toilet in his caravan."

"John, he's a Gypsy, I don't think that they have toilets in their caravans, they just use the trees."

"Shhhhh!"

I whispered, "What?"

"John pressed his lips against my ear, "I think he's following us...can you actually do a pee right now?"

"I could do a little pee I guess!"

John positioned me so that I was facing where the gypsy was hiding as he watched us, John spoke at his normal volume, "You squat down there and I'll keep an eye on the track!"

My back was to John now as he stood out on the path pretending to look for stray hikers.

I could have actually taken a piss without anyone else even seeing my business because I still wasn't wearing any knickers but as I squatted down, I gathered the bottom of my dress up above my hips. It would have been obvious to the man watching me that I was doing it deliberately. As I started the flow running, he stepped into view, he had his underpants pulled down and was rubbing his cock as he closed in on me.

John turned to face us and the Gypsy stopped and said, "Everything okay mate?"

John smiled, "No problems here my friend."

The Gypsy started moving towards me again as I remained in the squat position even though I'd stopped pissing.

John hadn't told me what he wanted me to do in the event that I attracted a man, it was a pity that there hadn't been a few men walking around, perhaps John would have told me what he expected out of me and now, I had to wing it and if John suddenly reverted to type, if the jealousy monster reared its ugly head and I went further than John had planned for me to do, it may damage out marriage...permanently!

I looked over my shoulder nervously at John, as the Gypsy was closing in on me from one direction, John was closing in on the other. John was giving nothing away, no clue as to what he expected me to do, how far he expected me to go with the Gypsy but it seemed that he was leaving everything up to me.

I looked back at the Gypsy, he was standing over me now, his cock just inches from my face as he rubbed it with his right hand. I needed to do something, so still squatting down as if I were still pissing, I reached up and took a hold of his cock and took over the rubbing.

John was just inches behind me now, the two men were so close that they could have kissed...if they had been so inclined. John's hand was on the back of my head now, easing my head forward. John pushed me all the way until my lips touched his cockhead. I opened my mouth and as soon as my lips slipped over his glands, he fired off. He may have been ultra fast with his climax but this was no teaspoon full of semen, he seemed to shoot a gallon into my mouth...I tried to pull my mouth away from his cock the way I had done when John climaxed in my mouth but because John was pushing my head forward I couldn't so I ended up taking the full load in my mouth...such a great volume that I couldn't handle it all, I couldn't swallow it all down, it started flooding down my nose and made me choke.

I'd thought that John was a 'Quick Draw McGraw' during sex, never lasting more than two minutes but the Gypsy had him beat hands down, he didn't even reach twenty seconds once my mouth engulfed his cock. The Gypsy slipped back to his caravan and once I had managed to clean the mixture of snot and spunk from my nose I burst out laughing.

I stood up and punched John's shoulder, "You bastard, you held my head against his cock deliberately so that I'd have to swallow all of that dreadful..." I suddenly remembered something that Dawn had said, she wouldn't want to kiss some boys because they were too ugly but once a girl was on her knees, all boys looked the same! Dawn was right, I would have never dreamed of kissing the old Gypsy man on his lips but his cock, as defective as it was, was still a thing of beauty!

We started walking back towards the car arm in arm, "I was terrified back there."

"Why?"

"Well, I know that you were turned on by the idea of me doing something with a stranger but I was worried that when it actually happened that you might change your mind and become jealous and be mad at me for doing something that you had asked me to do!"

"No way...I was so turned on...I actually worried that you wouldn't do anything with him because of him being so old and a Gypsy."

"Well, I wouldn't have wanted to kiss him but he did have a lovely looking cock so I didn't mind sucking him."

I actually wanted to tell him that the idea of sucking a cock was preferable to kissing some boys but I didn't think he'd take too kindly to finding out that his twelve year old daughter was sucking boys cocks so soon after finding out that his fourteen year old daughter was doing it.

"So...you wouldn't be happy having sex with an ugly man then? Does that mean that I'm going to have to be more choosy about who I find to screw you?"

"Well, no, not really, if I don't want to kiss a man, I could always do it the way we were doing it in the kitchen before lunch."

"How would you feel about sucking me again...but this time swallow my spunk like you did for the Gypsy?"

"I only pulled away that first time because I was taken by surprise at how quickly you fired off and just how disgusting it tasted. If you want me to suck you again, let's just find somewhere suitable."

At that point we were just passing a short spur path off the main one, it only went three feet into the bushes but it was far enough off of the main path to hide the both of us...not that we needed to hide, there wasn't another loving soul in sight.

I took my dress off to add to John's pleasure as well as to test my resolve to be exposed in a public place, I squatted down in front of John and started working on John's cock. He didn't climax as fast this time as he had the first time he got his cock in my mouth and I actually had to start rubbing that portion of his cock that wasn't in my mouth to try and get him off a little quicker.

A voice came from behind John's back, "Nice weather today mate."

John looked over his shoulder and I froze mid suck. The man eased past John and stroked the back of my head, "Will she suck me as well?"

I started sucking John again but I'd definitely felt his cock grow a little in my mouth when the stranger appeared.

"If you've got a condom you can fuck her instead."

There was a little jet of pre-cum shot out of John's cock as he made the offer...there was another little jet of ptr-cum when the man took a condom out of his pocket.

John eased me away from the bush behind me and pulled me up so that my legs were straight but I was still bent at the waist attached by my mouth to my husband's cock. The stranger's latex covered cock slipped into my cunt from behind and as he thrust into my cunt, he pushed me harder down John's cock.

As I was being, what that damned magazine called 'Spit-roast', John and the stranger held a conversation over my body, "You're lucky I was here today, this place is usually totally dead since the police had a crackdown and cleaned the park up last month."

"Where did all the other men go after that?"

"We all got a little fragmented, I started going to the Glebe Farm Woods but that's another place that can get difficult, the owner's wife or daughter keeps a look out over the woods and because they're private woods we have to be careful."

"I know Glebe Farm Woods, that's just outside our village, do they get many couples there?"

"If you go after dark there is usually a married couple down there but in the day it's just gay men and a few young girls hang out there looking for pay-for-play fun, if you take a five pound iTunes voucher you can swap it with a young girl for hand relief, a ten pound voucher will get you oral and for twenty pounds you can get a knee-trembler against a tree!"

"By young girls...what do you mean...I mean, how young?"

"Definitely totally illegal, they are local girls that seem to turn up whenever they need their mobile phones topped up, the oldest is definitely under sixteen though! If you want to see your wife being fucked by big powerful men, the building site on the other side of the London Road is the best place around here on a Sunday, one of the sub contractors brought in a load of ground workers from Romania and Bulgaria on a short contract and they are living in the old Prison Officer's social club building...there's twenty horny men a long way from home!"

I lost track of time as I was fucked from both ends at the same time but in the end, both men climaxed in perfect synchronisation.

The stranger thanked us both and left us, I pulled my dress back on, "Well, was it as good as you expected it would be?"

"Better than I could have ever imagined actually! How about you?"

"I liked it but it's really dangerous doing it out here in the open. Michael Fisher did say that if you wanted to watch a man fucking me...he isn't the slightest bit shy and would be willing to fuck me while you watched us."

I'd given John something to think about as we drove back to the church hall and the dance class.

We got there fifteen minutes before the end of the class and spotted Dawn performing with one of the few boys that took dance, everyone was watching as Dawn and the boy danced together. This was John's first experience of this dance class, they hadn't performed their recital since Sarah and Dawn joined. John said, "I can't believe that dance, it looks like they are simulating sex on the stage!"

"Most dancing is thinly veiled erotica on stage but you don't usually notice it because the girls have been in all girl dance classes before, this school is one of the few that has boys taking part."

At that moment Sarah walked out of toilets with another of the boy dancers, she was wiping her mouth so I assumed that she had just sucked his cock in the privacy of the boy's toilet.

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That Damned Magazine Part 3

John was distracted by Dawn's dance with her dance partner, he muttered, "I think that was one of the boys that Dawn was playing football with earlier!" and as he said that he wandered off to get a position with a better view.

Sarah came to my side and looped her arm over my lower back and leaned into me, "Have you finished your practice darling?"

"Yes, only one teacher turned up today so after the general class we've all just had to practice our recital routine one at a time today, I had my dance earlier."

Who did you dance with?"

"Tarquin..." Sarah gestured towards the boy that she had been in the toilet with, "...he's about to go to dance academy in Birmingham, this will be his last recital with this group!"

"How come you got to dance with him then?"

"I'm not the only one who has a dance routine with Tarquin but we all have to pay him to dance with us."

"How did you manage to pay him, you don't have any money?"

Sarah looked towards the door to the toilet block, "We all pay in kind!"

"So, you sucked Robin's cock this morning and Tarquin's cock this afternoon?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"I thought that you were serious about Robin...he's been hanging around you for six months now!"

"We are serious about each other...Robin doesn't mind if I suck other boy's cocks...Robin thinks sex is just something people should do for the fun of it, nothing too serious."

I have to say that Sarah's father had suddenly come to the same notion after reading that Damned Magazine and now that I'd experienced sex with strangers just for the fun of it...I had to agree with John and Robin.

I looked over at John as he saw Dawn almost fucking the boy that she was dancing with and it looked like he was drooling...he certainly had yet another erection pushing the front of his jogging pants out in front of him.

"The boy dancing with Dawn looks familiar!"

"That's Robin's older brother Michael Fisher...named after his father...he was playing football on the park this morning!"

"Was he the boy that dragged Dawn into the den after your father and I left the park?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"And...just how much older than Robin is Michael?"

"Michael is almost eighteen."

"Eighteen, how the hell can the dance teacher put Dawn with a seventeen year old boy to dance a duet with at the recital?"

"Michael's been Dawn's boyfriend for a whole year now, the teacher didn't think Dawn was ready for a duet yet but Michael said he wouldn't dance at all if he couldn't have Dawn as his partner."

"So Dawn was going out with Michael before you started going with Robin?"

"Dawn does everything before me...you guys think that Dawn copies me but you're wrong, I always try new things after Dawn proves it can be done first!"

The dance ended with Dawn leaping into Michael's arms and as he caught her, they kissed!

I watched John clapping the end of the dance and Dawn was so excited that she ran at her father and leaped into his arms the way that she had just done to Michael, she kissed her father on the lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. I had to remind myself that Dawn was dressed in just a white leotard as she slipped down her father's body, her lips still pressed against his, it was in slow motion but eventually her pussy rubbed down over her father's erect cock.

Dawn and Sarah had to collect their kit bags, Michael didn't have a kit bag, all he had was a pair of street shoes to change into and as he sat on the floor changing out of his dance shoes, John was talking to him.

John came over to me and said, "I know that it will be a tight squeeze in the car but Michael's mother is working and his dad is running the fishing competition so Michael was going to catch the bus into Wellingborough and then another bus back to our village...so I offered him a lift!"

The kids got in the back of my small car, the Vauxhall Corsa was listed as a five seat car but I think they meant two adults and three toddlers, the back seat looked very cramped with Dawn, Michael and Sarah across the seat, especially with Michael in the 'Hump' seat in the middle, one foot either side of the transmission hump...although, in a front wheel drive car, it wasn't really a transmission hump anymore!

There was a line of tractors with mobile haylofts on the back out on the main road slowing traffic down, they were taking the hay from the fields on the north side of the road to Glebe Farm on the South side of the main road. When the tractors got to the farm they had to wait for a gap in the oncoming traffic to turn right into the farm.

We crawled past the lay-bye at the side of Glebe Farm's wood and saw Elle and Amanda, two of Sarah's school friends, Dawn said, "Looks like Elle or Amanda need to top up their pay as you go mobile phones!"

I looked over my shoulder and spotted Sarah blushing, "Amanda and Elle shouldn't have mobile phones...their parent's both agreed that it was dangerous to give young girls mobile phones, that's why I won't allow you two to have them...we were all supposed to be providing a united front on the issue."

Sarah suddenly looked shocked, "Mum...you can't tell Amanda or Elle's parents that they have mobile phones, they don't know they have them!"

"How can they keep something like a mobile phone a secret from their parents?"

"They keep them hidden, just like at school, they aren't supposed to take a phone to school but they do, they just have them on vibrate and if someone calls them, they pretend to need the toilet and answer the call in the toilet."

"Neither of you girls have a secret mobile phone do you?"

"No mum...they wouldn't be any good at our house, we don't have wi-fi at home."

"You don't need wi-fi to work a mobile phone, they use a sim chip to get on line!"

"Mum, it's like fifty pence a call and another fifty pence a minute to use a pay as you go mobile phone and the data is almost as expensive...Elle and Amanda don't make many mobile phone calls, they use their home wi-fi and chat to friends using Skype or chat rooms."

So there was definitely an upside to not being totally connected at home.

I saw Elle and Amanda slip through a hole in the fence surrounding Glebe Farm's wood, that hole was about fifty yards away from the lay-by. I looked back to the lay-by, there were four parked cars in the lay-by, no drivers in the cars and no one hanging around out in the open.

There was a sudden gap in the oncoming traffic so we were on our way again quite quickly. John asked Michael if he needed dropping off at home but Michael said that his mother would be at work until late and his dad would be at the riverside all night.

John said, "What about dinner?"

"I'll just have to make myself a sandwich later."

"And what did you have for lunch?"

"I had a bag of potato crisps."

"You can't survive on a bag of crisps and a sandwich all day, you were playing football this morning and then had a two hour long dance class this afternoon, you can come to our house and have dinner with us."

I looked at Sarah's face, it was a picture of astonishment, Sarah was the older daughter and yet here was her father inviting Dawn's boyfriend to stay for dinner...okay, her father didn't realise that Michael was Dawn's boyfriend but that wouldn't have salved Sarah's feeling of injustice.

"What about your brother Michael?"

I saw Michael look over at Sarah and smile, "Who do you mean, I have three brothers, one younger and two older?"

"The younger one."

"Ah! You mean Robin, he'll have to make his own dinner as well."

"Well, perhaps if you're coming to dinner with us, you should invite Robin as well!"

I watched the smile wash across Sarah's face, at least she would be having boyfriend parity with her younger sister now.

Michael phoned his brother at home and told him to come to our house for dinner while I cooked the meal, the six of us sat to dinner, Sarah sat next to Robin and Dawn sat next to Michael, I sat at one end and John at the other.

After we finished eating, John asked me if I fancied a walk by the river before it got dark...he grinned at me and raised his eyebrows twice in a suggestive manner. We left home at six fifteen, left Sarah and Dawn washing the pots while the Fisher brothers sat watching them.

As we walked down the garden path I said, "What are you planning to happen at the river?"

"Why?"

"I just wanted to keep all our ducks in a row, sing off the same hymn sheet so that I don't worry...like I did with the Gypsy earlier."

"I thought that we could chat to Michael Fisher, see if he follows us into the field at the end of the river and see if Michael follows us, if he doest then we'll just have to satisfy ourselves with a fuck in the open air."

As we walked through the park, I pulled John into the den, we'd never used the den when we were courting so I offered to give John a blow job on the spot that we'd seen Sarah and Robin having their fun earlier. It was still bright enough to see inside the den and when I got to the place that we'd seen Sarah and Robin standing earlier I spotted lots of old condoms as well as two fresh ones, one with its neck tied and a teat full of milky liquid and the other was empty, it hadn't been tied but the outside was streaked with dry blood so I assumed that the bloody condom was the one that Sarah mentioned to me and the other was from Michael and Dawn when I saw him drag her into the bush.

I sucked John for ten minutes but he didn't want to climax in my mouth, he was fretting that if we played in the den for too long it would be too dark to walk along the river bank safely as there was no form of lighting down by the river at all so I let John pull me down by the river path. As we left the park my heart sank, there were only thirty nine men sitting on their seats at the sides of their swims, the one man that was missing was Michael Fisher.

John approached the first man in the line of fishermen, I half expected that John was about to ask the guy if he'd like to fuck me but he didn't, he said, "Hi mate, any idea where Michael Fisher's gone to?"

"Oh Michael...yes, he got a phone call at a quarter past six and he started to set up his tent over by the back fence..." he pointed away from the river and roughly in a line with Michael's swim there was an ex-army tent in camouflaged print over by the back fence to the park, nestled in a line of bushes. "...I thought that he was setting up his snooze a little early tonight..." then he looked me up and down and he grinned, "...now I think I can see why Michael was so keen to get his tent set up so early!"

A thought passed through my head that as soon as John and I left the house, one of his son's must have called him to tell him that John was taking me for a walk down by the river!

We walked towards Michael's tent, the flaps at the front of the tent were furled up and tied out of the way, as we got closer I could see that there was a double air mattress on the floor of the tent, closer still we saw Michael was naked and lying on the mattress.

He propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at me, "Would you two like to come in and play?"

John almost pushed me through the opening to the tent and as soon as I was all the way inside, Michael pulled my dress off and I was as naked as he was. I was then pushed down onto the mattress and Michael pulled at the ties holding the flaps back to give us a little privacy, he looked over at John and told him to get undressed as well. As John stripped off, Michael zipped the two sides of the flap closed across the bottom but he left the zip that closed the two halves of the flaps together in the middle.

"Can you remember when we were going out together Victoria, the first time you put your hand on this..." he was kneeling in front of me with his cock in his hand, "...you almost shit your pants and you ran a mile!"

"I was too young, I had no idea what boys were made like down there...you have to remember that at my school parents could withdraw permission for their kids to do any biology lessons...never mind sex education...I thought that you had a snake in your trousers or something."

You didn't run away the next time though did you?"

"No, I told one of my friends at school what happened and she explained how things worked to me."

He eased his cock in my body and then fucked me really hard for five minutes before he filled my cunt with his spunk.

"I wish you'd have let me fuck you when you were fifteen...you'd have been so sweet back then!"

Then Michael surprised me by turning to John and saying, "If you want me to fuck your wife again tonight, you have to get me hard again!"

"How?"

Michael reached out and pulled John's head down to his lap as he knelt in front of me. John didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth and started sucking at Michael's flaccid cock.

"I'll bet you never would have guessed that you'd be watching your normally conservative husband sucking another man's cock today did you Victoria?"

I shook my head.

"John went to Saint Peter's School, an all boy school, didn't you John...I'll bet that mine isn't the first cock you've sucked is it?"

John shook his head but his mouth didn't leave Michael's cock.

"And when you first started at Saint Peter's School John...did one of the older boys fuck you up your bum?"

John nodded his head this time. I had no idea that John had been involved with boys at school, he had happily told me about his old girlfriends before me but he had never mentioned sucking other boys or being bummed by older boys...I guess that he was probably worried that I'd think he was gay or something.

I heard a rustling sound by the tent flap and looked over, there was a disembodied cock poking through the open main zip...not a monster of a cock but it was hard and waiting so I crawled over to the tent flap and started sucking it. It didn't take me long to get him off and I was able to swallow every splash of his spunk. As soon as he finished off, he stepped away and was replaced by another man, slightly longer and slightly fatter than the first and I started sucking his straight away.

I'd brought both men off by the time that Michael was hard again and he came up behind me as I started sucking my third stranger's cock through the small gap in the tent's entrance.

Michael fucked me a little slower this time as I sucked a daisy chain of cocks belonging to the thirty-nine fishermen, I took them one at a time and swallowed every drop of their semen as they climaxed in my mouth. Michael spent more than forty minutes fucking me before he filled my cunt for the second time. He pulled his cock out of me and I was about to pull away from the man's cock that I was sucking but Michael pushed me back onto it, then he grabbed a hand full of John's hair and pushed him in behind me, forcing John's mouth against my cunt to lick Michael's spunk out of my cunt.

I sucked two more cocks while John licked me out and then, as one man finished in my mouth, Michael pulled me away from the tent flaps and he pushed John up to the flaps so that John had to take my place sucking the rest of the fishermen. I was dragged around and pushed under my husband's body, Michael made John spread his legs as wide as he could and my head was pushed under him between them. I sucked John's cock and worked it with my right hand to help him get off faster and Michael took my left hand, he sucked my index finger and then he pushed that finger up John's bottom, not just the tip of my finger either, Michael made me push my index finger all the way up John's bottom, I got two jets of very thick and bitter liquid out of his cock because my finger pressed against his prostrate and then John suddenly exploded in my mouth and I swallowed it all down.

Michael called a halt to the men poking their cocks in through the tent flaps and let me pull my dress back on, John dressed as well and we left the tent. I heard the tune play as Michael was phoning someone, "They've just left, they'll be back home in ten minutes!"

So one of his son's had warned Michael that John and I were heading to the river and now, Michael was phoning one of his sons to warn him that John and I were on our way home again.

As we walked through the park I asked John how he felt, he kissed me and said, "I'm so sore that I don't think I'll be able to get another erection for weeks after today!"

We wrapped our arms around each other and snuggled in close together as we left the park and turned for home.

We passed Robin and Michael on our driveway as they were leaving, they seemed really happy and wished us a good night. I checked the ground floor rooms but there was no sign of life, I went up to Sarah's bedroom, she wasn't in there but her bed was a mess, it looked like there had been a street fight going on in there, I casually looked in Sarah's bin, a ripped open silver foil wrapper and a latex sausage with its neck tied tight and a teat full of semen. Then I moved on to Dawn's bedroom, her bed was also a mess but in her bin I found two ripped open foil wrappers in her bin and two condoms tied with semen in their teat.

John's voice sounded from down the hallway, "I've found them both, they're in the bath!"

I joined John in the bathroom doorway, it had been years since John had last been comfortable seeing the girls naked but there he was watching them both in the bath.

"That bath looks a little full darlings...did you leave us any hot water?"

I opened the cupboard that held the hot water tank and put my hand on the outlet pipe, it was lukewarm.

Sarah apologised about using all the water but Dawn had a different approach, she stood up and moved from the tap end of the bath to sit on her sister's knee, "You can share with us mum!"

I pulled my dress off and joined my daughters in the bath.

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