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First Published: 07 July 2015

Window Shopping
by Isabella

Story Code: MM/F, Unfaithful Wife, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

I'd been out of work for three months already, I'd cleaned everything that needed cleaning at least twice, washed every stitch of clothing that I, my husband and my son owned, dried it all and, even though I loathed it, ironed every stitch.

I'd sent off over two hundred application forms and received not a single reply; I was getting very bored and more than a little depressed by the lack of work opportunities in my area. I was expected to go into the Job Centre once a week for an interview, every week had been the same pattern, "How many jobs have you applied for? How many interviews have you attended? Have you engaged in any paid work in the past seven days? Have you considered taking part in a training course?" I have no idea why they called it the Job Centre; they should change the name to the 'No Job For You Centre!'

I had to visit the hospital one week so I phoned the Job Centre and asked for an appointment on a different day, you'd have thought I'd asked for a million pounds from the reaction I got. I was told in no uncertain terms that I'd have to bring in proof of my hospital appointment when I came in for my amended visit. Different day, different procedure, on my usual Wednesday visit, I would report to reception and be given a number, I'd sit in the waiting area and wait until my number popped up next to a desk number. Eight little rabbit hutches standing in a row, the interviewer seated behind a glass screen and the interviewee standing against a shelf talking through eight little holes in the glass.

Well, on my only Thursday visit so far it was certainly a little different for me, I was sent to a row of four seats outside an office, I was eventually called in, there were two seats on my side of the desk and a man sitting on the other side. He looked me up and down before speaking, "Do you have any proof of identity?"

Well, that was a shock, I'd been to thirteen visits so far and had never been asked to prove who I was, the interviewer had my details and had been expecting me, actually, I got the impression that none of them ever even looked at me as they asked the same four or five inane questions.

I searched through my handbag, 'What the hell do I have in my handbag that'll prove who I am? went through my mind, I stumbled on my driving licence, fortunately it was a photo driving licence, I also had a utility bill in my name, well, it was in joint names with my husband, so I have proof of who I was and where I lived.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Cartwright but I saw from my records that you were forty years old but if I'm quite frank with you, I thought you looked much older when you walked through the door."

I kind of gasped inwardly, was he being deliberately offensive or was he just so blinkered that he didn't realise that what he had said could cause offence. He had a copy of my CV in his hand, I had been told to include a recent photograph as part of my CV, naturally it didn't look too good in a, black and white, photocopied document, head and shoulders in a one inch by one inch passport photograph at the top left hand corner of page one.

"I have to be brutally honest with you Mrs. Cartwright, if I was looking for staff and this CV came across my desk I wouldn't even bother looking at page two, your photograph alone would see your CV in my recycling bin."

My mouth was opening and closing but no sounds were coming out of my mouth. The man looked at me carefully as my jaw flapped in the wind, then he leaned forwards in a conspiratorial pose.

"You have to see a job hunt as a sales drive Mrs. Cartwright and the product that you are selling is yourself, you have to think about what people are buying and try and pitch yourself into that market."

"What? How? I don't really understand what you mean!"

"Well, you are the product, your CV is your shop window and your picture is the product you're selling. This black and white thumbnail sized picture won't do a thing to get you noticed and if you ever get invited to an interview, turning up looking like your mother won't help you very much either..."

I think I must have looked shocked, possibly even angry, I certainly felt angry.

"I have the best ratio in the country for turning long term unemployed people into successful job applicants. Go home, take a good look at yourself in the mirror and imagine what you could do to make an employer want to talk to you rather than one of the other thirty applicants that dropped on their desk that day."

My card was marked in more ways than one, he stamped my attendance card to show that I had attended my fourteenth appointment in fourteen weeks but he had given me something to think about. As I walked out of the office I thought about what he could see as he watched me leaving his office. Flat shoes, grey polyester slacks, brown woollen cardigan and a huge black handbag. As I walked through the door I realised that I was actually stomping, flat-footed, my hair was clean and brushed but even with stomping feet it just lay against my head, totally flat and lifeless, a little like me!

Because I'd gone into the middle of the city, I'd travelled in on the bus, simple economics, I was getting half price travel on the bus because I was unemployed but would have to pay full price in a car park if I'd used my car. I managed to get to the bus stop just as the kids were tumbling out of the collage so the bus was full and I was standing at the side of a young man, I saw him look away from me for a moment and then he looked up into my face and smiled, then he stood up and offered me his seat. Well, I was flabbergasted but grateful for the offer of a seat instead of having to stand for twenty minutes on a swaying bus.

I glanced casually away from the boy and saw what he had seen before offering me his seat, 'Please give up these seats if an elderly or disabled persons is standing.' I felt my face redden, part of me wanted to clip his ear for him and shout "I'm not forty yet!" in his face but I managed to control myself.

That certainly put the cat amongst the pigeons, I'd been so angry at the Job Centre that I was considering putting in a complaint against the man who'd been so rude to me earlier but now that the boy had given up his seat for me, thinking that I was elderly, well, perhaps the Job Centre man was right after all!

I got home before my husband or son and I dug out an old photo-album, at the front was a picture of me aged eighteen, well, I certainly knew how to present myself back then, mind you, I was trying to snare the right man, boyfriend or future husband and of course I was looking for a job back then as well.

Half way through the album I came across a photograph of myself on a beach, one of those Polaroid instant kinds of photographs. I was wearing a bikini on the beach and could tell that I was wearing lippy, eye shadow, eye liner as well as mascara. I even spotted that there was a pair of four inch high heels in the sand at my side. So, back then, even on a sandy beach I was wearing high heeled shoes to show off my legs at their best.

William got home from school while I was still looking at the picture of myself in my bikini, my hair looked like a luxuriant mane full of bounce and life and in the bright sunlight it shone like a spotlight.

"What are you doing mum?"

I dropped my photograph, I'd just taken it out of the album I don't know why, "Nothing much darling, just reminiscing about the past."

"Well, can I reminisce about a chocolate biscuit or two please?"

I laughed, "Go on then but only two or you'll ruin your appetite for your dinner."

I sat there comparing my bikini photograph with my CV picture, okay, a hot nineteen year old will always win out over a thirty-seven year old married mother but the difference was unbelievable even to me. I'd given up; got sloppy, just didn't seem to care how I looked anymore. I guess I'd fulfilled my biological imperative, I'm married and had a child so, apart from perhaps a second child, I just didn't need to swish my tail anymore so I'd slipped into premature old age.

Johnny got home from work and I snapped into action, I took my CV into the living room where Johnny was settling down to watch the evening news, he was wearing suit trousers, white shirt and grey cardigan, he still had his works tie on but had taken off his suit jacket and that was draped over the back of his chair. Johnny, like me, had turned a little grey; before William was born Johnny would rush home, he'd shower and change into chinos and polo shirt or football shirt, and he was always eager for bed time, back then we were in bed at nine o'clock every evening, even though we seldom got to sleep much before midnight.

I dropped my CV onto Johnny's lap, "Would you give me an interview if this CV had dropped onto your desk and my qualifications were right for the position?"

I saw Johnny's eyes flick to my picture and he scanned the first paragraph before handing me my CV back, "You want me to be honest?"

"Of course I do!"

"Well, it didn't grab me by the end of the first paragraph; if I had four other CVs I'd probably drop yours out of the list without reading past that first paragraph."

I placed my bikini photograph onto the top corner of my CV covering my small black and white picture, "What about now?"

I watched as Johnny's eyes scanned my photograph two dozen times or more before he looked up at me and smiled, "Where did you get this from?"

"Out of the old photo-album but would that picture make the difference?"

"Honestly?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, apart from the picture isn't recent, if this dropped on my desk I wouldn't even read the first paragraph, I'd invite you in for an interview for all the wrong reasons, even if there was no job to interview you for."

Well, I had my answer, not attaching a bikini shot of myself onto my CV but the guy in the Job Centre may have been rude and embarrassing but he was right, the Eighteen year old me never had trouble getting interviews, hell, I had even got one interview for a job I hadn't even applied for. And later, thirty minutes after William went to bed I got even more proof if proof were needed. I walked in on Johnny looking at my bikini picture again; he smiled at me and said, "What would you say to an early night?"

I grinned like a silly cow and just nodded my head. Johnny almost dragged me up the stairs. On the landing he said, "Where are you in your cycle? Do I have to find a condom?"

"I'm at the start of my safe period."

Johnny's grin widened and he dragged me into our bedroom and almost threw me onto the bed. It took two or three minutes for us to strip each other off and just as Johnny was lining up on the goal we heard William cough and splutter and then his bedroom door opened and he padded down to the bathroom. He was in there for thirty minutes and all the time he was coughing and spluttering, "His Asthma is playing up, he probably won't go into a deep sleep for ages."

Johnny had a raging hard-on and a pained expression on his face. I was randy as hell, all my thoughts about looking sexier and everything had started my motor running, that and seeing the effect that looking at my picture had on Johnny. I couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since we last fucked but it was a good thing that Johnny wouldn't have needed a condom because I'm sure that any he would have found in the bathroom would have been way out of date.

We just kissed and cuddled until William went back into his bedroom, I was right, the coughing didn't stop when he got back into his bed and a very disappointed Johnny heaved a sigh and said, "Fuck it, we'll have to try another day!"

Well, I was disappointed too but I didn't have a raging hard-on standing out from my abdomen causing me great discomfort, I whispered, "Would you like me to help you with that?" as I rubbed his cock with my right hand.

"Would you mind?"

I smiled at him and grasped his rod a little tighter and started to stroke it faster, he put his hand on my wrist, "I can do that to myself, it would be lovely if you could do it another way!"

I thought that he was asking to fuck me even though our son was just two feet away and wide awake coughing and wheezing, I gave Johnny a confused look and he let my wrist go free and moved his hand to the back of my head and applied a little pressure in a downward direction, I suddenly got the message, loud and clear.

Fucking would make the bedsprings perform a violin concerto in the silence of the night but hand relief wouldn't disturb the mattress enough to make the bedsprings squeak at all and oral sex would have the same effect on the mattress as hand relief and Johnny was indicating that he'd rather have oral relief than a hand-job. It wouldn't be the first time I had given Johnny oral sex but I usually made a big thing about it, I hated the taste of pre-cum and spunk and if I had agreed to give Johnny oral sex I would either have a drink at the side of the bed or I'd pull up short and let him splashdown on my face or body.

I pulled his foreskin right back and inspected his glans, there were a few pieces of lint or fluff on his corona and under the sulcus that I had to clean away before I opened my mouth for his cock to slide in. I firmly intended to pull away at the first taste of pre-cum and finish him off by hand as I hadn't prepared myself for the full oral act.

Johnny got there far faster than I imagined he would and the first spurt of pre-cum took me completely by surprise. I was a little slow to react and before I could pull my head away from his cock he had both hands on the back of my head holding my mouth in place as he fucked my mouth, six more thrusts and three more spurts of pre-cum before the end game and he fired off several jets of spunk deep into my throat.

I really hated the taste of spunk and had always rinsed my mouth as soon as I could after Johnny's pre-cum taste or, if I had agreed to go all the way, I'd usually put a mint in my mouth and hold it in my cheek so that I could disguise the disgusting taste of spunk, I still took a drink as soon as I could after the act though. This time was a first, no mint and no drink to try and take away the taste and I hadn't actually agreed to let him go all the way in my mouth.

Johnny held my mouth in place until he was totally finished, not just finished shooting his spunk into my mouth but he held me in place until his erection died and his cock slipped out of my mouth of its own accord. I had the taste of spunk in my mouth for so long that I kind of became desensitised to it, the disgusting taste seemed to mellow and become just like an over salted soup.

"I'm sorry darling, you didn't agree to do that for me but I couldn't help myself, can I fetch you a drink?"

"No, that's okay; I'll go and get one."

I pulled my dressing gown on and headed for the kitchen, William was still coughing so I stopped and knocked on his door before entering his bedroom, "Do you need your inhaler?"

"I had my preventer before bed, I should have been okay."

"Well, I think it sounds like you might need to use your Ventolin to me, I'll bring it up for you."

By the time I got to the kitchen I didn't really need to take a drink I'd just got used to the taste of Johnny's spunk in my mouth and it didn't seem so bad all of a sudden so I just found William's blue inhaler and took it up to him.

"Two deep breaths of this and I'll keep it in my bedroom just in case, if you wake up again and need it, just come in and wake me up."

William thanked me and he kissed me goodnight, then he looked puzzled, "You didn't clean your teeth before bed! Your lips taste funny."

I ruffled his hair, "Just try and relax and get to sleep."

I felt guilty kissing my son so soon after giving my husband oral sex and it looked suspiciously like William had known what the taste on my lips was, then I heard Johnny turn over in bed and snore, I could almost hear Johnny breathing in and out from the side of William's bed. We'd been careful to wait until William was sleeping deeply before we had sex in the past and William being in the next room had seriously cramped mine and Johnny's sex life for more than a dozen years and for the first time I realised that William could hear every breath we took through the two inch thick wall.

Because William was wide awake he must have heard everything, the slurping of my mouth on his father's cock and Johnny's heavy breathing as he climaxed and the little coughs and choking sounds I made each time Johnny got too energetic thrusting into my mouth.

I was very disappointed that Johnny had fallen asleep before I got back to bed, disappointed and frustrated, I lay next to Johnny in bed, naked with my legs wide open, my fingers absentmindedly toying between my legs. As my hand moved faster and I felt the buds of pleasure starting to open William turned over in bed and I heard him do it and I realised that he would be able to hear even the slight sounds of the small movement of my hand between my thighs and if I actually got myself off, William would hear every gasp I made even though neither movement not gasping would actually wake Johnny up right next to me.

I couldn't get to sleep, at half past midnight I heard William's breathing change indicating he had fallen asleep and he had stopped tossing and turning as well, I could bring myself off if I had wanted to now but I was too tired and was trying desperately hard to get to sleep myself, I watched the clock tick through the hours until three o'clock and then it disappeared from my view as I finally fell asleep.

Johnny got up without waking me and the first I knew about the morning was hearing the front door close and Johnny calling after William to have a good day at school, the sound of Johnny's car starting and the clunk as his wheels ran over the drain cover out on the road. It was eight o'clock, there was no need for me to get up, I had after all had only five hours sleep but I managed to drag my arse out of bed.

I spent thirty minutes searching the house for bits and pieces from my past, my nicest ear rings, my makeup that was strewn all over the house and at the back of the sink unit in the bathroom I found a little of my expensive conditioner, I hadn't used it in years but it still looked okay. I had a quick shower, shampooed my hair twice, something I did regularly in my youth but almost never since William was born. Then I applied the conditioner and left it in for five minutes before rinsing out again and then another trick from my youth, a tiny spot of conditioner in the palm of my hand and rubbed into my hair well. If I didn't rinse that spot out I knew from my past that it made my hair shine.

I used volumising mousse to give my hair more body and bounce and then I put large rollers in the sides and smaller rollers in the top and front. I wrapped myself in a towel and searched my wardrobe for something that would look good on me rather than just cover my body. Nothing, nothing at all looked good that still fitted me, I had a black rah-rah mini skirt, well, micro-mini skirt, Johnny had brought it for me to wear for him one night when his parents were looking after William for the night.

The skirt had never been intended for wearing out of the house, well not by me anyway, after I had dressed the way that Johnny had asked me too he had suggested we take a walk around the village, perhaps visit the local pub for one drink but I had rejected his idea, I had let him drag me into our back garden where he actually got his cock in me up against the wall of the garage before one of our neighbours came out and put a dampener on proceedings.

The blouse I had worn back then had shrunk in the wash, it had been moderately see through but on a hot wash it had turned into an over coat for a Barbie doll. I tried on the rah-rah skirt and did a kick turn in front of the full length mirror, I didn't have knickers on and as I looked at the image I presented in the mirror critically I realised one thing, the overriding impression I got was 'Hairy'.

My hair would take another thirty minutes at least to dry so I had time; I went into the bathroom and looked at my lower body critically. My bush had gone wild and I realised that my hairy triangle was rapidly turning into more of a diamond or worse, with the hair spreading out over my inner thighs it looked more like a rhomboid.

I found Johnny's battery powered moustache trimmer, I had intended clearing the hairs off of my inner thighs and as I was doing that I moved on to removing the hair from below my naval down to where I judged the base of my pubic triangle should be. One slip later and the base of my triangle was much lower than planned and also looked out of proportion so I had to trim both sides in as well.

I must have had a moment of madness because I also cleared the hair from my labia and from around the 'Rusty sheriff's badge' as well. My lower body finally looked right, looked perfect but as I rubbed my fingers over the newly deforested patch it felt rough, too much stubble had been left behind by the moustache trimmer. I filled a bowl with warm water, found one of Johnny's new disposable razors and his can of shaving foam and as my hair continued to dry I shaved over all of the areas that I'd trimmed to with the strimmer to the softness of a baby's bottom.

I couldn't believe just how turned on I was from pampering myself the way I was but my cunt was quite literally dripping wet. The sexiest lingerie I owned were black, lacy, bikini-brief knickers with matching 'uplift' bra, I had a suspender belt that matched as well but the rah-rah skirt was far too short to wear stockings under it, I could have worn tights, they would make my legs look good but were about as sexy as a tramp's overcoat.

I made do with a black polo shirt; left the three buttons open at the neck to show a little of my thirty-four inch 'C' cup cleavage, presented quite well buy the 'up lift' bra and black patent leather shoes with a four inch heel. I removed the rollers and brushed my hair through gently, I was amazed at just how much bounce my hair now had in it from the correct care regimen, I could even see the bathroom light reflected off of my head now that my hair had life and a sheen to it.

I applied a light covering of foundation over my face, a cheat for alabaster skin, it made my face look tanned and healthy. Bright red lipstick, a hint of blusher, plenty of mascara and eye shadow were applied. As I was working in front of the mirror I kept telling myself that I was going too far, too heavy on the makeup but as I stood back and looked at the total effect I was surprised, I looked perfect.

I really needed a few new clothes, I had in my mind that I'd get a new outfit and have my photo taken for my new colour CV top page but I needed to find just the right outfit first, for the photograph as well as one to wear to any interviews I may get.

I was going to look in an out of town outlet shop so I had to drive there, it sold ends of lines from lots of different stores and even had some designer clothes if you had the time to dig deep enough through the racks and bins around the store and everything at knock down prices too.

I parked right outside Buffers, the outlet store, the car park at that end of the shopping complex was totally empty, and as it turned out, so was the store. As I walked in, the only living soul apart from me in the place was a rather bored looking eighteen year old, guarding the till and reading a magazine.

I headed straight for the racks of designer and ends of line clothes at the rear of the store. I wasn't sure that I'd be buying anything today I was more interested in finding what was available and what would look good on me. I spotted a small angora top, the kind that left your midriff exposed. The top was pink with blue flecks in it, giving it an almost two tone sheen. As I held the hook of the hanger in my left hand and brushed my right hand down the back of the garment to get a feeling for how soft it was, I managed to pull it off of the hanger and, before I could catch it, it dropped to the floor.

Without thinking, and forgetting that this was the first time I had worn a micro-mini skirt in many years, I bent at the waist, keeping my legs straight. As I reached for the top, a movement behind me caught my eye. I'd thought I was alone in the store but suddenly I could see an upside-down man looking at my backside with a grin on his face that stretched from one ear to the other. That's when I suddenly remembered Newton's fifth law of motion as applied to miniskirts, and realised that he was seeing a whole lot more than just the back of my skirt.

I jumped upright and spun to face the man, I guess I was hoping for some sign of contrition on his part for staring at my knickers but instead he winked at me and bent to pick up the fallen top from the floor, "Looked lovely, thanks!" He said and then I left him holding the top as I ran for the exit.

As I approached the doors I changed my mind and veered off into the lingerie section, I looked back for the first time to see the man, half way across the store and walking slowly in my direction. I looked through the bins of thongs and other wisps of gossamer thread that passed for sexy knickers to some people and realised that the grinning man was just a few feet away holding a pair of white thongs and seemingly talking to himself, "I like these but twenty quid is ridiculously expensive for something so small".

I moved on again, this time I went into the household section and again, the man followed on just a few feet behind me. I moved again, I'd gone to the store to try and find a new look for myself, and by that I guess I meant a younger and sexier look to show myself off in the best light to prospective employers, so, if the guy was going to follow me anyway, I may as well continue with what I was there for and I started heading back to the clothing racks where I had started looking.

I looked over my shoulder, there he was, just few paces behind me, then I looked down, I was walking differently, I'd stopped stomping flatfooted and was walking more slowly, walking the way high heeled shoes were meant to be walked in, like a model would have been walking and with each step, I saw the sides of my skirt flick out, showing a lot more of my thighs off to the following man.

Suddenly memories of last night flooded back to me, the way I'd looked after Johnny's needs but he had left me frustrated and because my son wasn't sleeping properly I couldn't even look after myself. I really should have taken a few moments before I got out of bed that morning to masturbate, at least it would have stopped me spraying my territory like a bitch on heat the way I was doing at that moment.

I looked back again, the guy was even closer now, I looked from his eyes to his mouth, checked out his warm smile, his strong jaw line and the smoothness of his skin, cleanly shaven, just as certain parts of my lower body were, and if I weren't mistaken, he had moisturised after shaving. Don't ask me why but after checking out his smile my eyes flicked down to the front of his trousers, well, jogging pants, and the size of the bulge pointing at me from his groin caused me to falter in my sashay along the aisle and he caught up with me.

The isle wasn't particularly narrow and I was well to one side so he could easily have walked past without a problem but he made believe that there was no room and at the last moment he turned to face me and pressed me against a shelf full of towels, allowing his nylon swathed cock to rub across my bum cheeks as he slowly passed me and as he stabbed his hips against my buttocks, he whispered, "You have a dramatic effect on me!"

He walked on to the clothing racks with me following him this time. Well, I didn't need any more proof that I could make myself look desirable to a stranger, and that was just by presenting myself in the right way, and better clothes would increase the effect many times over.

I watched the man walk between two racks of dresses, I was tempted to walk past and on to the racks of blouses and tops where I'd been earlier, there was after all an angora crop top that had caught my eye before I ran for the hills. But once again, my body over ruled my brain and forced me to follow him. He had stopped half way along the rack on the left and had pulled a dress off of the rack; he turned to look at me and said, "I think you'd look a million dollars in this!"

As he spoke he placed his left hand behind the dress and offered it for me to look at. The dress was so sheer that even through two layers of material I could still clearly see his hand. The dress was basically white with pastel shapes that looked like washed out flowers or rather what Picasso would have seen as flowers.

"Why don't you try this on for size, the fitting room is just over in the corner."

The dress was now over my arm, somehow, don't ask me how, but I thought to myself, What the hell, I was looking for a little excitement, why not try on the totally inappropriate dress if it will give the stranger a kick.

I walked to the fitting room, I was so turned on that I was finding it difficult to breathe and every step sent electric shockwaves through my body. The fitting room was set in the rear corner of the store, two temporary walls had been built at right angles to each other without touching at the corner, the gap was about three feet wide but the curtain used to cover the gap was only two feet nine inches wide. I had the choice of a three inch gap on one side or the other or I could set the curtain in the middle of the hole, leaving an inch and a half gap on either side.

I opted for the curtain to cover the left hand side of the fitting room, the mirror was fixed to the wall opposite the opening, obviously designed by a man so his wife could change, check what she looked like in the mirror and turn to face the curtain and pull back the cloth for her husband's admiring glance.

I removed my black polo shirt and micro skirt, my choice of lingerie had been perfect for the black outfit but I doubted they would look so good under the see through, white dress, as I slipped into the dress, 'he's going to be very disappointed!' ran through my mind. I hadn't even turned away from the mirror when my eyes flicked to the reflection just over my shoulder, I could see a frown on the guy's face, he was shaking his head, then he stepped right up to the gap in the curtain and whispered, "Take your underwear off and try it on again!"

I wanted to tell him to 'fuck off' but the shiver running through my body, starting between my legs and radiating outwards told me that I would do what he told me to do. I moved away from the mirror to the corner of the changing room that would be most difficult for him to see me, I pushed my knickers down, that was the easiest alteration to my dress, then I remembered how Johnny used to de-bra me on the dance floor when we first met. He would snap the catch on the back strap then pull one shoulder strap out of one arm hole and then the other, pulling my bra out from the front of my dress. I followed Johnny's routine and was suddenly braless.

I looked back to the curtain, his head was pressing the material inwards so he could watch me follow his instructions and his tent was also in the changing room with me, very much larger than the first time I had seen it out in the main shop.

"Come here, let me see you properly!"

I whispered "No!" But still walked over and stood in front of the curtain, just a few inches away from him. 'Why am I so weak, I can't blame it all on Johnny not looking after me last night when I was so turned on or my son for having an Asthmatic episode in the night, I couldn't really blame my laziness this morning when I first woke up, even if I had masturbated and given myself an orgasm I'd still be standing right here, letting this total stranger look at my almost naked body in a grubby changing room in a grubby shop.'

"Lovely, you look delicious, almost edible..." He reached in and brushed the back of his hand down the front of the dress, allowing his knuckles to rattle down over my engorged right nipple causing my nipples to harden even more, stand out even further away from my breast. "...come home with me for an hour."

I shivered again, "I can't."

"What you looking for in here today? Looking for an outfit to drive your boyfriend wild tonight?"

"I'm married; I'm just looking for something reasonable to go to job interviews in."

He turned his hand and slipped his fingers under my right breast, lifting it slightly before rubbing his thumb back and forth over my painfully tender nipple, I could almost hear the cogwheels turning in his head, "So, how long have you been unemployed?"

"Only fourteen weeks so far."

"So, the financial burden not biting yet?"

"I wouldn't say that..." His right hand brushed the curtain to one side so it fell behind him and then he lifted my left breast and copied the action that was going on in the other side of my body. "...I wasn't paid very well before I lost my job and my son wants to go on a school trip to France that looked difficult before, impossible now!"

"So, would you be interested in earning a little pin money?"

His left hand was now moving down my ribs slowly the tips of his fingers tracing out each rib.

"I'd rather have a real job and earn real money!"

I could hear the cogwheels turning and churning in his head or at least I could see that he was mulling things over in his head, then he smiled, "I'll give you fifty pounds if you come with me and spend an hour with me."

My jaw dropped open, I couldn't believe what he had just said to me, his fingertips were now rubbing over the area I'd shaved earlier, still through the fine gossamer material of the dress but it felt like his fingers were on my bare flesh. I could have stepped away from him, I could have slapped his face but in fact, what I did do was spread my feet slightly to let him explore further with his finger-tips. He found my magic button, still through the dress and I was almost taken to boiling point in just a few seconds. I would have climaxed but was distracted by what sounded like the Mongolian hoards crossing the Russian steppes coming from behind the man.

I looked between his head and the wall, the din that could have been made by a school full of children being released at playtime, turned out to be just two women with four toddlers in buggies, walking towards the changing room. Once again I'd been brought close to relief and had it snatched away from me, once I was sure the women were heading in my direction I stepped back, away from the pleasure of his fingers.

""Pass me the dress out and I'll hang it up, just put your polo shirt and skirt on and follow me."

I was already out of the dress and instead of hanging it over the back of the seat I passed it to his hand; he had stepped back into the shop and just left his right arm inside the curtain to wait for the dress. It took just a few seconds to slip into my shirt and skirt and as I stepped out of the changing room one of the mothers was waiting on the other side of the curtain with ten hangers full of clothes over her arm.

I looked around, my stranger was twenty feet ahead of me, he had a folding bag in his left hand and was swinging it theatrically as he walked towards the door, I walked quickly to catch him up, I must have been out of my mind with lust but I was just totally desperate to reach a climax, if he didn't give me one I'd just have to find a quiet place and do it to myself.

I'd almost caught up with the man when he reached the doors to the car park, there was a rack of men's dressing gowns ten feet from the door and I saw him grab one of the belts hanging from the front dressing gown, as he walked to the door he pulled the belt pulling the whole rack over behind him just a few feet in front of me.

I was shocked, he'd definitely done it deliberately, the noise caused the teenaged till assistant to rush out from behind her counter and as she ran towards me I saw him, the theatrical swing of his shopping bag took it wide, so wide that it passed outside the electronic loop areal, the anti-shoplifting device, so whatever was inside the bag wasn't checked for stolen clothes.

I started helping the girl to pick up the dressing gowns off of the floor until I realised that she was looking at me a little funny, then I remembered that I had a micro skirt on without knickers. I jumped up and left her to it. In the car park I saw him standing by the driver's door of my car. I walked up to him getting my keys out of my bag, "I thought this would be your car."

I looked around, there was a beat-up old Vauxhall Astra in the mother and toddler area and an Audi A-six parked behind my car, "You the Audi?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded his head at me, "I don't live far from here, follow me and we can have some fun and I'll give you fifty quid as well."

I blushed, I was desperate for relief, I was weighing it up in my head, I could do it for myself, somewhere close or back at home but self-masturbation was never as good as someone else doing it for me and masturbation was nothing like the climax to be gained from actual sex and from memory, sex with a new partner was far superior to sex with a regular partner. I nodded my head before I changed my mind and settled for fourth best.

I followed closely behind him for eight minutes and was a little shocked when he suddenly pulled into the driveway of a large house, far sooner than I was expecting. I was half way through a conversation with myself, telling myself that I was being stupid, I should just breakaway and go straight home, fourth best was better than the possible dangers I could be stepping into.

'Keep going, don't stop, he could be an axe murderer!' I didn't stop, I sailed straight past, my heart was beating at ten thousand pulses a minute, elated that I'd followed him and secretly disappointed that I'd just chickened out but the road ended just a few hundred feet past the driveway he'd turned into so I had no choice, I had to turn and drive back. He was standing at the side of the road smiling at me. I was feeling light headed, faint, sick to my stomach but as he smiled I took my foot off of the gas and allowed the car to glide to a halt just inches away from him. At least I could use the excuse that I'd driven past so that I could park the right way round in front of his house.

He took my hand as I stepped out of my car, "I was a little worried that you'd changed your mind when you drove straight past!" He laughed nervously and guided me to the front door but stopped short, he took his wallet out of his back pocket and took out two twenties and a ten pound note and handed them to me. I have to say that I grimaced as I took the money, I'd have been far more comfortable with everything if he hadn't mentioned money but I knew that I needed three hundred and fifty pounds for William's school trip and I'd only managed to collect one hundred and fifty so far so I did need the money but it did make me feel uncomfortable.

I popped the cash into my purse while he was opening the front door, I followed him through it but didn't get far inside before he pushed me against the coat rack in the hall and began kissing me hungrily. My polo shirt was pushed up and over my head in a flash and he began massaging and kissing my breasts. My skirt was off even faster and now I was totally naked in the hallway. I helped him undress between kisses and his hands exploring my body, he was naked and was rubbing his ramrod hard cock against my belly when the door from the living room suddenly opened and another naked man stepped out into the hallway.

"I thought I heard someone, hello Robert, and who's this?"

My right arm rapidly covered my breasts, my left hand slipped down to cover my pussy mound and I turned slightly away from the second man. I had taken a look down at his groin area, he was totally flaccid as he walked through the door but quickly began to inflate as he walked towards us.

Robert said, "I don't know her name, we've only just met..." Robert was pulling my left hand away from my pussy mound and he kissed me again before continuing, "...I'm paying her fifty quid for an hour's fun in the bedroom and you're eating into my valuable playtime."

The second man held out his right hand to me, "Hi, I'm David, Robert's older and more handsome brother!"

I tried to ignore his hand but he was very insistent, it suddenly looked really funny to me, three people, all totally naked, two brothers who were obviously very comfortable being nude together and me, a married woman, previously very shy, a normally very faithful wife and here I was, naked, in a strangers passageway, trying to cover up and the two men determined not to let me. I took a deep breath and reached over to shake David's hand.

Robert kissed me again and as he did he started to push his hand between my legs, turning his hand to slip his fingers into my cunt, David leaned in over his brother's shoulder and kissed me on my cheek while my mouth was busy being tongue fucked by his brother, he also forced his hand between his brother's body and mine to fondle my breasts. David placed his lips against my ear and whispered "Can I join my brother if I pay you fifty as well?"

Robert retracted his tongue from my mouth, "Hey, not fair, this is my hour, if you want to join in she'll have to agree to do two hours!"

Well, I didn't say yes and I didn't say no but I found myself being carried up to the bedroom between the two men. I'd never even considered sex with two men at the same time before, it was just so way outside anything I could even consider in my life to that point but being totally naked with two naked men was a massive turn-on that I allowed myself to be carried away with it all.

Well, I didn't fuck for one hour, and neither did I fuck for two hours. I actually let myself go and enjoy the double fucking pleasure of the two brothers, I learned how to enjoy oral sex, both giving as well as receiving it and I even let both men try anal sex with me, Robert was ultra-careful and very gentle as he opened my bum-hole, David, second man up wasn't so careful or gentle. If David had opened my bum-hole I'd never have tried it again.

We were at a breakpoint in proceedings, both men had just climaxed for the fifth time and I was covered in sweat as well as spunk from both men, David fetched three drinks and some aspirin because I had a headache and sore throat and Robert asked me what time I had to leave. I checked the bedside clock, "Shit, about thirty minutes ago, I've got to cook my husband's dinner!"

And do you know, that was the first time I'd even thought about my husband all afternoon, I felt suddenly guilty, guilty for what I'd done as well as guilty because I hadn't given my husband a second thought as I committed adultery with two men.

"Would you like a shower before you go?"

"No time, I can get the cooking started and then shower quickly as it looks after itself."

I dressed as quickly as I could, Robert and David were both still naked, Robert was fussing with his shopping bag, taking things out of it, folding them up and transferring them into an ordinary carrier bag. I was handed four twenty pound notes and two tens and the carrier bag, Robert said as he kissed me, "Everything you tried on in the shop is in there as well as a few other things I picked up with you in mind as I walked around the store."

David kissed me and whispered, "Our phone numbers are in the bag as well, if you ever want to earn more pin money for an afternoon's sex just let one of us know, if we're not free we always know men with too much money and too little loving in their lives."

I got home, started cooking dinner and rushed to the bathroom, I was still in the shower when Johnny got home, he came into the bathroom, I looked at him, he had a silly grin on his face, then he stripped naked and joined me in the shower, I got all turned on all over again and I fucked his brains out under the cascade of water until it got too cold to stand it anymore. I practiced my newfound oral skills on him which he really appreciated. We were lucky that William had deviated off course on his way home from school, the bus had dropped him about a half a mile from home as usual and as usual he'd stopped off at his friend's house to play computer games for an hour before coming home, giving me and his father time to finish playing in the bathroom.

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