I was sitting on Frank's Right, Johnny grinned at me as he sat on the left hand side of his father; he handed over the card and gift he'd just bought. Frank and Johnny were talking as if they hadn't seen each other in years and between catching up Frank was flirting with me.

After an hour Frank asked me what colour knickers I was wearing, "What's this Frank, an internet chat room substitute? Men always ask me what underwear I'm wearing when we chat on line."

"I'm just curious if you're a utilitarian white cotton girl or a coloured silk kind of girl...full cup bra or shelf, Thong, bikini or granny?"

I looked at Johnny, he was just a grinning fool, no help to me at all, it was obvious that he wanted to watch his dad pick me up but he was giving me no guidance at all. Then I remembered the picture of Millie that Robert had shown me.

I gathered the bottom hem of my dress at the side of my left leg and I pulled the side of my dress up above my hip as Frank looked on, "God, that got my heart racing, now from what I saw there, you're either wearing French cut knickers or you're commando!"

I gave Frank a sweet smile, he looked at Johnny, I could see that Frank was hoping that his son would have someplace else, somewhere more important, to go so that he could have me all to himself.

Frank looked nervously from Johnny to me, it looked like he was having a conversation with himself, he flicked an imaginary coin in his head and it must have landed 'Tails up' because Frank slipped his hand between my lower back and the seat, he rubbed his hand from my buttocks up to the nape of my neck, "You're totally naked under that dress then!"

"Yes!"

"And you've been at work all day dressed like that or did you take your bra and knickers off before you left work?"

"Been dressed like this at work since the warm weather started."

Frank looked quickly at Johnny, grinned at him and then back at me, "What if someone saw down the front of your dress, or if you bent down or stretched to reach something high and someone saw that you were naked under your dress?"

I shrugged my shoulder, "Well, that would be up to them, their own fault for looking."

"So, you don't mind if someone at work sees your goodies then?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

Johnny leaned forward and fixed my eyes with his, "I bet you five pounds that you daren't go in the men's toilet with us and lift your dress all the way up to your chin so we can see under!"

"Do you mean that you'll give me five pounds if I go into the men's toilet and flash all the way up to my boobs for you and Frank?"

"Yes, that's what I mean!"

I wriggled my fingers, "Pay before play!"

Johnny handed me the money, "Okay, I'll go first. You come as soon as the door from the bar into the passageway closes!"

I picked up my handbag and walked to the passageway leading out to the toilets.

Frank looked at Johnny, "I'll bet there's a back door out of the pub back there, She'll be off before we get near!"

"Well, I gave her the money so all we have to lose is a short walk to the toilets and back if she has gone."

I walked into the toilets, I'd spent a lot of time in there already, I knew that there was a hook on the back of the stall door that would take my handbag easily. I hung my bag and then slipped my dress all the way off and hung that on the same hook.

Frank walked in first, his eyes popped and his jaw dropped, "Fucking hell, you don't care one little bit do you?"

Johnny pushed past Frank, "Erm, Vicky, I'm not sure if you know the custom of this pub...when someone in here has a birthday they get offered a kiss from anyone of the opposite sex that happens to be drinking here!"

"I've been caught a few times by men expecting a birthday kiss!"

"Well, it's Frank's birthday today, don't you think that you should offer him a birthday kiss?"

I walked over to frank, I stopped as my nipples touched his chest, I had to go onto 'tip-toes' to reach up high enough to kiss Frank and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself steady. As I kissed Frank his left hand went straight between my legs and two fingers slipped deep into my honey pot and his right hand headed for my left breast.

The door from the bar to the toilet's banged and Frank pushed me into the stall, he closed the stall door behind him and we heard someone talking to Johnny in the main toilet, then there was the sound of a man peeing and the outer door opened and closed. I was sitting on the seat and as I was down there I slipped Franks trousers open and I sucked his cock for him.

The stall door was knocked and Johnny whispered, "All clear!"

Frank opened the stall door with difficulty and Johnny looked over his father's shoulder, "How much did you give her to do that Frank?"

Frank shook his head, "I didn't even ask but...fucking hell, she's the best little cock sucker that I've ever had milking my cock for me!"

Johnny looked over at my face as I was enjoying sucking his father's cock, Johnny asked, "Hey Vicky, do you live alone?"

I nodded my head with Frank's cock still in my mouth, "Well, if I get us a couple bottles of extra strong cider, could we all go to your flat for a little more fun?"

I pulled my mouth off of Frank's cock with a 'Plop', "Bedsit, it isn't a flat, just a small bedsit!"

"Is there room for three in there?"

I was back to sucking so I just nodded my head. "We should get out of this toilet before people think that I and Frank have turned funny!"

There was another man came in to use the toilet and Johnny had to jump away from the toilet door and he went to the sink to wash his hands as Frank closed the door behind him. Frank lifted my chin, pulling my mouth off of his cock, he whispered, "If we go to your place, can I fuck you bareback?"

"If you give me a little gift you can!"

"How does fifty quid sound for you to let me and Johnny fuck you?"

I heard a slight gasp from Johnny on the outside of the stall's door. Johnny gave us the all clear; he was standing at the open toilet door as I pulled my dress back on and headed back into the bar with the two men. I was close enough to hear Frank say to Johnny, "I'll bet she's not an office worker at all, she's probably a working girl, Paddington isn't all that far away!"

Johnny gave Frank a strange look, "Well, if she's willing to take us both on, bareback, for fifty quid, she's never going to pay the rent is she?"

"No, you're probably right lad and, I have to say, that blow job she gave me was worth fifty quid on its own!"

We drank up what was left of our cider quite quickly and I led the way up to my bedsit. I got my two glasses and one of my two mugs but before I could do anything with them Frank pulled me down on the bed. We were both naked and fucking before Johnny had filled the cup and glasses, he just stood there watching his dad fucking me. I used the skills that Johnny had taught me over the previous month and especially those that I'd learned from him during our honeymoon to distract Frank just before he was ready to climax. I managed to keep Frank going for close to two hours. I saw Johnny looking at his phone screen, he'd taken a text message from his mother, she was asking him if he knew where his father was. She said that Frank was waiting for Johnny at the pub but Frank wasn't there now.

Johnny used his phone and he called 'Speedy cabs', "Hi, can I have a cab as soon as possible, Steve Biko House...Okay, I understand that, can I speak to your manager please." There was a long silence, "Johnny Clark here, I need a cab to pick up at Steve Biko House, yes, it's going to Stretham, one passenger, Frank...yes that's right...no, no problem mate, I understand, it is a little like a third world nation, send me a text when your cab is on its way."

Johnny slapped Frank on his bum and said, "Come on Frank, get a move on, your wife's looking for you, the barman at the pub just texted me, you were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

Johnny had taught me how to hold a man back but he'd also taught me how to speed one on his way and Frank was gasping through his orgasm moments after Johnny warned him that his wife was after him.

Frank dressed as Johnny undressed, Frank passed five ten pound notes over to me, "Go easy on Johnny love, he hasn't had a girlfriend for months!"

I looked in Johnny's eyes, we both hid our smiles from Frank, Johnny's phone burbled, "That's the taxi, he's around ten minutes away!"

As the door closed I said, "I've been living here for close to a year, we have to walk to the taxi office usually if we want a cab."

Johnny shoved two fingers in my pussy and dragged them out covered in his dad's spunk, "Would you like me to wash my pussy o..."

I stopped wasting my time as Johnny sucked his fingers clean.

We fucked, just thirty minutes; Johnny had spread his father's money over my body before he mounted up so that we fucked through it.

I moved the last few bits of my stuff out of my bedsit and into Johnny's flat. We went back to work the following Monday morning and managed to keep the fact that we'd both married at all, never mind to each other, a total secret at work. We kept up the walking out on Clapham Common in the evenings, me totally naked, Johnny fully dressed. I watched a dozen or so men fucking different women, I even watched a few men fucking other men. Johnny allowed one or two men to approach me and get hand relief or oral from me but he was breaking me in slowly, getting me more and more used to being nude and having people watching me walking around on the common.

At the end of my second week at work as an undercover married woman Johnny came into my room, he didn't come near me at first, I lifted my dress to encourage Johnny to come over and fuck me, when he saw my bare arse under my dress he smiled, "Have you started using tampons just so that you don't have to wear knickers?"

"What?"

"You started your periods yesterday, didn't you?"

My jaw dropped, I checked my diary, Johnny was right, I should have started my period yesterday, but he was wrong as well, for the first time since I was eleven years old I was late but I was never late, even down to the time of day that I would start, ten o'clock in the morning come rain or shine.

Johnny picked me up and swung me around in the air, he was jumping up and down, "We're having a baby!"

"Hold the celebrations, we can't be sure...I've just had the excitement of the wedding, the honeymoon sex...I lost my virginity...so many changes, I might just me a little late because of everything that happened in the last month...I could even miss one period all together."

Johnny took me home to meet his mum and dad, Frank almost fell to the ground when he saw me following Johnny into the house. He actually took Johnny to one side and asked him if he was mad, "For God's sake, I paid her fifty quid to let us both fuck her, she's just a whore, a gold digger!"

"Well, she's out of luck with me isn't she; I have no hidden gold for her to dig!"

Over the following month I saw Johnny's mum a few times and when my period was due Johnny suggested that I wear knickers with a panty liner in the gusset as soon as I got up, just in case. I could lay money on the fact that my period would usually start at ten o'clock in the morning of the Thursday, have a low flow until around ten pm and then the flooding would start.

At ten o'clock Johnny came to my room, he opened the door and said, "Well?"

I lifted my dress, pulled my knickers forward and looked in my panty liner, "No, nothing yet!"

The same happened at eleven o'clock and again at twelve. Johnny said, "Okay, so now we really do need to know one way or the other!"

Instead of a high protein, low carb lunch, we went into the High Street and to the chemist's shop. One pregnancy test purchased and a quick dash back to the office to use the toilet to pee on the tip. Johnny was pacing up and down outside the women's toilet until the test had finished its machinations. I stepped out of the toilet door and Johnny pulled my hand around so he could see the little screen, two blue lines. For the first time in three months while we were at work, Johnny grabbed me and kissed me and we bounced up and down as Johnny sang out loud, "We're having a baby!"

"What if you're not the father?"

"I'm the father, I'm your husband and I'm the one that our baby will call father!"

"But you're not the only man I've had sex with are you?"

"No, you had the guys from the pub on our wedding day and you've fucked with my dad but our wedding day was right at the start of your safe period, and when you fucked my dad it was right in your fertile period so I'd guess that the baby's biological father will actually be my dad."

"But he only screwed me once and you've screwed me at least once a day since we got married!"

"There is something I haven't told you about myself, my mother is a carrier for a genetic error that they call the Shuklar Syndrome, it doesn't actually affect my mother but in me, as I have the syndrome, it mutates my sperm, they develop without a tail so that they can't swim at all. I could only make you pregnant if they actually placed one of my sperm up against your egg and give it a push in the right direction."

"Doesn't it bother you that you won't be the biological father?"

"No, far from it, If I did make you pregnant and we had a daughter she would be a carrier of the same syndrome as my mother has, if the child was a boy it would have a more than fifty percent chance of suffering the genetic abnormality."

I had to change my old doctor to the one close to Johnny's house and make an appointment to get an official diagnosis that I was pregnant to start the ball rolling, have my first examination and the first guess at the babies due date. I also had to report to the personnel department that I was pregnant and the last thing that had to be put in order was Johnny's parents but not mine, I didn't want my parents anywhere close to my child so safer not to tell them.

Johnny rang his mother and he told her that she had to invite us to Sunday lunch so he could tell her some important news. His mother suspected that Johnny was going to announce his engagement to me, well; she was going to be in for a shock!

It was a shock to Johnny's mother and father, Johnny's dad was certain that I'd already been pregnant when he and Johnny both had sex with me. Frank was disgusted that Johnny had married me after such a short time.

Johnny's mother couldn't understand Frank's animosity towards me and when Johnny suggested that his dad and I should get to know each other while Johnny took his mother to get a bunch of flowers to take to his grandmother's, on his mother's side of the family, grave as it was the anniversary of her death and tidying her grave and placing fresh flowers was an a tradition between Johnny and his mother.

I looked over to Frank as Johnny's car drove away, "How long will they be gone?"

Frank almost snarled at me, "They'll be gone at least two hours!"

"Well, you can sit over there looking like you have a bad taste in your mouth or we could do as Johnny suggested, go up to Johnny's old bedroom and make friends!"

"I can't fuck you now, you're my son's wife!"

"Didn't stop you last time...probably Johnny's fault though for not telling you that we were just back from our honeymoon!"

"You were married already on my birthday?"

"Yes, and thanks for the fifty quid wedding present."

I stood up, "Well, I'm going to Johnny's old bedroom for a lie down, please yourself, follow me or stay there, please yourself but two things you should know..." I patted my stomach, "...the first is that I was a virgin before my wedding day to your son and this little one swimming around in my belly is your child!"

The door didn't close behind me, Frank had jumped over his coffee table to get behind me and follow me up the stairs.

"Bloody hell girl, don't you ever wear knickers?"

"I don't like wearing knickers or a bra, takes me too long to get undressed when I need sex."

I undressed for Frank and he stood watching me, "How can you be so sure that the baby's mine?"

After I was told that I was pregnant, Johnny's consultant retested him, his sperm are still deformed, there is zero chance of Johnny fathering a child without help from the fertility clinic."

I let Frank fuck me until we heard Johnny's car out on the drive. Frank jumped up and dressed as Johnny was asking his mother to help him carry the gardening tools around to the shed in the back garden.

I didn't rush too much, Johnny and his mother were in the house when I got down the stairs and walked in from the hall. Johnny just looked from his father to me and grinned at me. Once we were home I had to tell Johnny all about what his father did to me while he was at the cemetery.

The telephone in the interview room rang. The head of security was asking if everything was okay as it was so late, I heard the scratchy voice of the officer over the ear piece of the phone, "There are rules, if her solicitor complains that you didn't give her a mandatory three hour break after six hours of interview your evidence won't stand up in court!"

"Can I remind you that I'm not a police officer, the police and criminal evidence act doesn't apply to me as I'm not collecting evidence for a court case, I'm getting a feel for how safe or not she is to look after her children and keep them safe!"

He put the phone down and looked angrily at me, "We've been at this for close to nine hours and you haven't got to the point of your first birth yet and you have three children...how much longer is it going to take?"

"It's your own fault, you said...and I quote 'So Mrs Clarke, I need your life's story, start at the beginning, I'm in no hurry and you're not going anywhere until I've made up my mind one way or the other!' right at the start of our interview today!"

"I didn't say your whole life's story."

"No, you're right, you didn't say my whole life's story, you did however say, 'I need your life's story, start at the beginning.' So I wasn't giving you my whole life's story, just those parts that are Germane to the case."

"Well, we need a slightly shorter version. I can't spend the rest of the week here listening to your life in minute detail."

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