"My God," Nicole complained, standing at the foot of the bed. They were in the master bedroom -- their bedroom -- of flat three. "I hate it when you go away for so long." She waved her arms at him, and he lifted business-suited legs from the floor, leaning back on his arms. "Undo them, you asshole."

Brian sat up and unclipped his belt. "Don't call me names. I haven't had any sex for... what, two weeks?" He pulled his trousers down over his ass, and then leaned back again, lifting his feet for his wife to complete the removal.

Nicole pulled the dark trousers from his legs, and threw them in the corner. "Don't ask me, Brian. You're the one who was away."

"Nothing but my right hand, sweetie."

"Just as well." She unbuttoned his shirt, and waited for him to lift his arms so she could pull it off. It joined the pants.

Brian leaned back on his hands again, dressed only in black briefs, a distinct bulge obvious in the front. "So, Nic, what in hell is your aunt doing here?"

"No, leave those. Let me. Soon." She stood again at the foot of the bed and pulled her own shirt off over her head. A quick manoeuvre and her blue bra was also thrown to the floor. She grinned and shook her firm pale breasts at her attentive husband. "Roberta showed up on Sunday with Andy in tow."

"Oh, she brought the boy? I didn't see him."

"He's gone out for a walk or something. Bloody teenagers."

"Oh, right. Shit, they grow up fast. Stop teasing and get that skirt off."

Nicole slid the zip down the side of the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She looked at her well built husband. "I'd tease you, but I'm too damn horny."

"Umm... where are your knickers?"

"I told you I was horny."

"God, if I'd known, I'd have had you out in the lounge, Roberta or not."

"Oh, you'd like some of that?"

"Which 'that'?"

"In-law."

"Fuck, no!"

"Oh, some of this?" Nicole spread her knees, and displayed pinkness surrounded by a bush of black.

"Yeah, that. Get over here."

Nicole crawled up on the bed, and straddled her husband. She lifted the waistband of his black briefs and extracted his hard cock. She didn't pull the briefs down, but just released his hardness from captivity. She looked, blushed, then bent down to whisper in his ear. "It seems... just a little naughty, like this."

"You always were bad, you know."

"Aren't you going to ask if I fucked the milkman while you were away? If I had his cock in the bed?"

"No. You'd just lie anyway."

"I'd tell you if I had."

"See?"

"I've been anticipating your return, lover. I've been saving myself."

"Yeah, right."

"I have. I didn't touch myself."

"Really?"

"Since this morning."

"How was it?"

"Not nearly this nice." Brian's cock was lifted just a little, and Nicole slid her way down over it, sighing. "No, not nearly."

"Just as well."

"Fuck you."

"I'm counting on it."

"Did you say cunting?"

"Should I have?"

He thrust beneath her, and she gasped before returning the shove. So it began, as she lifted and lowered herself. Brian took hold of her breasts, and marvelled at their continuing infatuation with each other. Nicole just kept moving.

---

Roberta sat on the small bed in the spare room. She pushed her jeans and underwear down to her feet, and when she started to hear the thump of sex from the room next door, she parted her knees and began to stroke her wetness.

She could feel the smack of Brian and Nicole's bed against the wall as Nicole rode her husband, and could hear their voices even though she couldn't tell what they were saying.

Roberta knew exactly why she was so turned on. She remembered her own unreliable but sexy ex-husband, and the way he would take her after a business trip. She sometimes didn't make it out of the hallway before he was on her, demanding and ready.

She was ready too. She was usually only half-dressed when she knew he was on his way. One time she was completely naked. That was a few years back, of course, and these days she was much less likely to have an actual man inside her, though she would often give her toys a regular workout once she was sure Andrew was asleep.

The last year or so she suspected she could hear Andy behaving the same way in his room, and the sheets supported her theory. She said nothing.

Roberta was into the rhythm of it now, sliding fingers up and down her slipperiness, and then tickling her clit with one finger while another slid deep inside her pussy.

The bed thumped, she rubbed. Nicole squealed, Roberta thrust.

The rhythm was irresistible.

---

Number one Slayton Street had been a fire station. A large two-story brick structure from the thirties.

The nineties were a little more practical, and the staff and equipment were moved to some modern accommodations further down the street. In a fit of sanity someone decided that the existing building could be put to some use, rather than being knocked down, and Slayton Corner was born.

---

Andy wasn't at all sure, despite having -- he thought -- set this all up.

Across from him was a tall blonde, much too old for him, and seriously gorgeous. She slid around on the shiny old leather of the seat and faced him. Her bare feet were perched on the leather, and from where Andy nervously sat he could see under her short black skirt to skimpy bright yellow knickers.

She hoisted her ass off the seat for moment, lifting the skirt, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers before sliding them down her legs in an easy movement. She threw them to the floor and looked back at Andy. "Well? Do you have it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Fifty bucks, right?"

"Yeah. You have any idea what a good deal that is?"

"Why, how much do you usually charge?"

"None of your business. Hand it over."

Andy took the cash out of his jeans pocket and passed it to her. She scooped the notes from his hand and pressed them down the front of her shirt, inside her bra. Then she reached over to the opposite cup, extracted a single condom, and handed it to him.

"Oh, I... I need to use this?"

"You certainly do."

"God, do you have to be so... businesslike?"

"Isn't this a transaction?"

"Yeah, I guess. But I don't even know your name."

"Cynthia."

"Okay. Hi Cynthia."

"Listen, you want to do this or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course."

"Well get the pants off, and let's start."

"Here?"

"Here. You bet."

"God."

"Come on, come on. I don't want to be caught, you know."

"By your husband?"

"By anybody."

Andy kicked his shoes off, hesitated once more, and then slid his jeans down off his legs and kicked them to the floor of the old truck cab. His mind might have been hesitating, but his body wasn't. A large bulge ballooned out the front of his boxers, and a stain was seeping through. He looked at Cynthia once more, with her knees apart and her most private parts on display, and pulled his shorts off as well. "Listen, you know, right? I told you?"

"Told me what?"

"That it's... like my first time, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember. I guess I should be honoured?"

"Well, just -- if I don't quite..."

"You'll be fine. Give me that thing. I'll put it on for you." He turned to face her, his erection thoroughly obvious now. "Oh, you know what? I've seen a few of these, and that's a nice one."

"The condom?"

"Your cock, silly."

"Oh."

"Hold still. There you go."

"God."

"I'll be gentle."

"Just as well."

"So it seems. You okay?"

"I think so."

"Don't want to back out?"

"I think I'd regret it for the rest of my life."

"I'll give you back the money."

"No, no. Let's just..."

"Okay. Just gimme some room here." He scooted back a bit and she managed to lie back on the cool red leather, her skirt around her waist. "Now you just lie down over me here."

"What about the rest of these clothes?"

"Uh uh. Not for business. Naked is for love."

"Oh. Okay."

"I like you, Andy. For sure. But it ain't love."

"Yep."

"I want you though."

Andy had a little trouble with his positioning. "How do I...?"

"Just -- no, down a little -- yeah. Now just slide..."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Exactly."

"God, I'm going to..."

"No, no. Hold still for a minute. Just there. My husband... Oh, I shouldn't say."

"No, tell me, please."

"Well, he has the same problem. But if we leave it for a moment... Just stay still."

"Thanks." He grinned at her then, and continued. "You have a good bedside manner."

"This is a truck."

"Well, truckside is a whole different thing."

"Yeah."

"Ask you a question, Cynthia?"

"Hell, why not? You've got your cock inside me."

"Yeah. It's nice. Very nice. Anyway... do you do this often?"

"Sex?"

"Well yeah, but... for money?"

"Shit." She went quiet for a moment, and then whispered. "It's my first time too, Andy."

"Huh?"

"Well, I always wanted to. Just once."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"It's much more than okay, Cynthia."

"Good, because I'm a little nervous here too."

"At least you know what to do."

"Yeah, I guess. So... how about you pull that out?"

"What?"

"Not all the way out. Just a bit. And then... Oh, yeah, and then that."

"You okay?"

"Uh huh. Whoah, not so fast. Take your time."

The two of them stumbled their way into something like a pattern. Both nervous but excited. They moved. Andy's naked ass bounced up and down and Cynthia pulled her knees up to improve the angle. They moved better. Repeatedly.

---

Stacy was in the laundry in flat one. She'd just moved in with her boyfriend a few weeks before, and she wasn't used to the place yet. She loved it though. Ground floor access to indoor parking, great sunlight. Wonderful lover.

She reached up to take the laundry powder from the top cupboard, and her eyes happened to stumble past the internal window between their laundry room and the car parking. The dim security lighting was on in the partly empty space, and she thought she could see some movement. There was someone out there. Oh, two people.

It was that boy she'd seen climbing the stairs yesterday, and the woman from the other downstairs flat. What was her name? Cynthia. Yeah, that was it. Cynthia and the boy were... oh, they were climbing in Nathan's old Ford truck. She'd taken note of that before. She liked old machinery, and the truck seemed so much at home where it was.

She took the powder and added some to the load in the machine, then reached up to put it back. Remembering some towels she'd left in the kitchen, she rushed out to grab it, flicking the light off as she left, then came back to add it to the load, finally switching the machine on.

She stood then, looking out the window, with the laundry light still off, and was amazed. She saw more movement in the car park, this time inside the truck. It was hard to tell, but it looked to her like... yes, it was. Damn! The boy and Cynthia were inside the old truck, and his naked ass was bouncing up and down on the front seat, appearing in the window every now and then.

She was entranced, and couldn't pull her eyes from what she was seeing. She'd met Cynthia and her husband Nathan. They seemed perfectly happy. What in hell was she doing fucking a teenage boy?

Part of Stacy's mind found the whole thing appalling. What would she say when she next met up with the woman? The other part of her mind realised two things. Firstly that she was turned on by what was happening, and secondly that her body was resting very nicely against the vibrating washing machine, and its movement was vibrating right through her.

She leaned over the washer a little more, and watched. Eventually she decided that wasn't quite enough, and without moving any more than she had to, she unbuttoned and dropped her jeans to the floor, pulled back ever so slightly, pressed her flat hand down the front of her skimpy white knickers. She turned her index finger in to touch the tip of her clit, just the way she used to when she was too young for men, but old enough to want them.

The machine vibrated. Her arm vibrated. Her white knickers rubbed against the white front of the washer. Her hand shook without any effort. Her excited little clit, buried deep beneath her ginger thatch was rubbed vigorously by her shaking finger.

She stood, and watched, and frigged herself madly without moving.

---

Nathan wasn't your average husband, he didn't believe. He liked to think he was a free spirit, unmoved by the annoying restrictions society put on him. He wasn't a lawbreaker, or any sort of rebel. He just made decisions as he best thought they should be made, and if the rest of the community didn't like them, well they could go fuck themselves.

They had an arrangement, the two of them.

Mostly it consisted of discretion. Both of them had been involved in outside affairs. Sex, they agreed. Just sex. They negotiated terms at the start, and then they never talked of it again. He knew she'd had some flings. He'd had a few himself. Safety and discretion.

This was different though. This time Cynthia had told him -- asked him -- and he'd said yes. She wanted to charge someone to have sex, and she wanted him to know. He found he wanted to know too. He wanted to understand that it was a transaction, and that she was going to come back to him, freshly fucked, and hand him the money. He was also pretty sure she wasn't going to want to try it again. She'd move on to something else. He just hoped he could keep up.

He wasn't just sitting on the sofa though, waiting for her. He was standing, naked, soaking wet, and stroking his hard cock in the shower.

His usual fantasies ran through his mind, and then he remembered that Cynthia was in the truck, where he'd fucked her the first time, where they'd celebrated on numerous occasions, where she'd played with herself while he drove the Ford.

That was a solid piece of memory. He'd forget about her and the boy, and remember what she looked like with her shorts on the floor, her knickers at her knees, and her fingers frantically fucking herself while he watched.

Nathan stroked himself under the hot water, pictured her naked thighs and her slick fingers. He stroked faster.

---

Three flats were built carefully within the existing structure. The whole of the upper floor became a single residence, with a set of three bedrooms and all the facilities you might expect.

Downstairs the accommodations were split between the two smaller flats and a large communal parking area where the fire engines used to sit.

Sadly enough, the fire poles had to go.

---

Nicole and Brian worked their familiar machine, the two week gap providing extra impetus. Nicole couldn't deny liking that her aunt must know what was going on.

Roberta didn't need her toys tonight. Fingers were plenty.

Andy forgot his nervousness, rejected his doubts, and delighted in the feel of her.

Cynthia realised she'd broken her own rules, and treated it as more than a job. She liked that.

Stacy had never seen anyone have sex before, other than that boy with the mirror on his ceiling... and that was herself she could see. She couldn't make out too much here anyway, but her mind filled in the details while her fingertips danced.

Nathan slid his hand up over the end of his wet cock, gripped it hard and slid his fingers back again.

The bed in the upstairs flat thumped against the wall.

Stacy's fingertip thumped against her clit.

Cynthia's body thumped against Andy's balls.

Nathan's hand thumped the base of his cock.

Roberta turned on her hands and knees, and gasped as she finger-fucked herself.

The washing machine frigged red-headed Stacy.

The truck bounced as the cash transaction proceeded.

Brian watched his wife's face contort as she got closer.

"Oh God, Brian. I'm going to come."

Nathan tensed, ready for himself.

Stacy felt something behind her, turned her head and saw her boyfriend, just about the time he spread her thighs and took her from behind, pushing her little knickers aside.

Three fingers, it became apparent, were enough for Roberta.

Transaction or not, Cynthia was going to orgasm.

Andy lost the fight, and knew it.

His hips thrust as Brian lost control.

Stacy's boyfriend whispered to her that he'd been stroking himself standing watching her, and was going to come. She pushed against him and felt a shudder through her body.

Nicole groaned, and clamped her legs over Brian's cock.

Nathan stopped, knowing just one more stroke would end it.

Roberta felt the heat rise in her.

Andy arched his back.

Brian held himself deep inside Nicole.

Cynthia embraced the stiffness of his body, and let herself go.

The boyfriend tightened and crushed Stacy against the machine.

Nicole/Nathan/Andy/Stacy/Cynthia/Brian/Roberta/boyfriend died a little death.

---

All was quiet at Slayton Corner.