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Tracey's Story
by Eastern Rose (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)

***

This story chronicles the journey a young middle class 
wife takes into the sexual underworld which almost 
results in her death. It does involve a little under 
age sex but couldn't possibly be described as a 
paedophilia story. (Fm, nc, rp, exh, voy, intr, anal, 
size, drugs, rom)

***

Chapter 1
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My name is Tracey, twenty-six years old and married to 
Harry for three years, although Harry was my first 
husband, hell he was my first boyfriend, first and only 
man to share any kind of intimacy with me, that wasn't 
the case for Harry. Harry was thirty three when I met 
him, I was only twenty, very much bowled over by 
Harry's maturity, his intellect, his life experience 
and the fact that he actually took a lot of time and 
trouble getting to know me and trying to get me to go 
out with him. 

I was the new girl at a large office, I had a basic 
qualification in accounts administration and Harry was 
in facilities management, our offices were on the same 
floor at Coppice Road, which our company used as its 
head office. It took Harry six months of hard work to 
get me to go out with him and another eighteen months 
before we 'did the deed' as it were. 

I was afraid of getting hurt by Harry, not physically, 
well, to be perfectly honest the physical side of the 
sex act did terrify me but not as much as the emotional 
pain that could come from a failed relationship, after 
all when I met Harry he was a married man, granted he 
was separated and waiting for his divorce but still a 
married man. 

That also went through my mind a lot, who's fault was 
the divorce, was it Harry's or his wife's, Harry had 
told me before we went on our first date all about his 
wife and her getting a bad case of post natal 
depression after the birth of their son and that when 
Harry junior was a year old she had left him. 

It was quite difficult at times being in love with 
someone that was so close at work, we seemed to forever 
be in each other's pocket but that changed when Harry 
got a new job as facilities manager for a national 
Chemists main factory site in Beeston, Nottinghamshire. 
The new job was like a weight being lifted off of our 
relationship, within a month of Harry changing jobs I 
had agreed to marry him, and another milestone, we made 
love for the first time. 

We still had to wait for Harry's divorce to become 
final before we could marry, a small ceremony in a 
secular church because of Harry's divorce, which upset 
my mother as she wanted me to have the full white 
wedding at a 'proper church'. Well all that was three 
years ago and now I was beginning to ask myself why I 
wasn't pregnant, there couldn't be any kind of problem 
with Harry as he had already fathered a child, my 
mother actually asked me if I had taken any advice from 
our doctor, I was shocked, my mother and I never, ever, 
discussed anything 'personal' in our lives, and here 
she was asking if I had a medical reason for not making 
her a proud grandmother. 

I sat in the waiting room of my doctors surgery, the 
thought of having to tell this man all of my intimate 
secrets made me feel fare less than comfortable, and 
after less than five minutes of being in his consulting 
room I felt totally guilty for wasting his time, at 
least the awkward questions that I had been expecting 
didn't come, all I got was a, "You're still very young, 
you haven't been married very long, some women take 
longer than others to conceive etc." 

The only good point to come out of the visit was seeing 
one of my classmates from college, Sandy was working 
behind the counter in the receptionists office, at 
first I was really happy to see her there, then it 
dawned on me that she would have access to all of that 
information on me that I wouldn't like even my best 
friend to know. Sandy and I had been friends in the 
loosest terms; it was more like she was the one in the 
class that disliked me the least of my peers. 

I knew that everyone called me Miss Prissy-knickers 
behind my back, mainly because I never wasted my time 
with boys, always handed my assignments in early and 
always got good marks. But all that said, I was still 
very pleased to see her, I had looked for her to invite 
her to my wedding three years earlier but her parents 
told me that she was backpacking around the world for a 
year and that she wouldn't be back in the country 
before my wedding. I passed Sandy a small card with my 
name, address, and telephone number on it and asked her 
to call me sometime for a chat or a coffee. 

The only good piece of advice the doctor had given me 
was to keep a diary of activities; I picked up a page a 
day diary, usually used by busy businesspeople to keep 
track of a busy schedule. I wasn't expecting a busy 
schedule, but from what the doctor had said if I noted 
down everything, no matter how trivial it was, 
something might pop up that would point to a problem if 
one existed. Can you imagine, I actually found myself 
blushing just writing things down in my diary, but I 
found I actually got into it, it was almost like a 
drug, the drug that could see me pregnant one day, and 
I was going to take it with relish every night.

I was noting down everything I had to eat during the 
day, estimating how much I had to drink, how often I 
went to the toilet, number one or number two, I was 
like a woman possessed, I took my temperature every 
hour, because I had read in cosmo' that temperature had 
some influence on pregnancy, unfortunately I couldn't 
remember quite what the relationship between 
temperature and potential pregnancy was. 

I noted down every time Harry and I were intimate, what 
we did to each other, in the beginning I would just 
put, "H and I were intimate," but that soon expanded to 
detailed descriptions of our sexual acts. Foreplay, how 
long and exactly what we did, penetration, to 
fulfilment or not, I even noted down when he practised 
oral sex on me and I on him. 

I had been keeping my diary for six months, I found I 
actually got a bigger kick from writing down what I had 
done than I actually got from doing it most of the 
time. I was at work, Friday afternoon, I had just 
finished writing in my diary that I had at last passed 
my driving test, my temperature was thirty-six point 
nine degrees centigrade and I had chosen a small 
Vauxhall Corsa as my first car, it was old but tidy, it 
looked nice and clean and I was certain that anyone who 
would keep the car so clean, inside and out, must have 
been good at looking after the mechanicals' of it too. 

The car was really nice, it was 'fire brand orange', 
that meant that the colour was redder at the bottom, 
gradually lightening through various shades of orange 
to almost yellow at the roof. Harry was, of course, not 
so happy with my selection, if I had a crash it would 
cost far more for repairs because of the complicated 
paintwork, but I just fell in love with the car. 

Sorry I was prattling on there a little, anyway, my 
mobile phone rang, that was very unusual for me as no 
one would normally ring me at work, Harry and my mother 
knew my desk phone number if they needed to talk to me 
urgently, I didn't recognise the phone number displayed 
on my telephones screen but I recognised the voice on 
the other end of the phone. 

"Sandy, how wonderful to hear from you!" I said, Sandy 
was ringing me to ask if I would like a night out, one 
of her group had shied off of a trip to Sheffield at 
the last minute, everything was paid for, all I needed 
to do was turn up at the co-op on Arnold High Street 
before seven pm and a bus would take us to Sheffield 
and bring us back, I asked what kind of show it was, 
Sandy was trying to be a little vague but in the end 
she admitted it was the Chippendales. 

I went very quiet for a while, Sandy obviously didn't 
know me at all, I would never consider anything like 
that as entertainment, Sandy was doing her best to 
persuade me to go, we could have a nice chat on the way 
there, and again on the way back. While Sandy was doing 
her best to get me to agree to go I was looking back 
over the previous few pages in my diary, I had been 
getting quite a kick out of writing all about my sex 
life and almost as big a kick out of re-reading those 
pages, I would have said not six months earlier that I 
would never consider writing or reading anything like 
that but now I did, and I enjoyed it too. 

"Yes, I'd love to come, I'll meet you there," there I 
had said it, what was done was done, I phoned Harry and 
told him that I was going out for the evening, I didn't 
know when I would return home as I was going to 
Sheffield to a night club with a bunch of women. I 
didn't mention the Chippendales, that would have been 
too much information for Harry anyway. 

It was only a short walk to the Co-op; Sandy was 
already on the buss and had saved a seat by her for me. 
We did chat a lot between Nottingham and Sheffield, 
getting up to speed on the past six years of our life, 
some of Sandy's stories of her exploits while 
backpacking around the world were more like fantasy 
stories than the real life exploits of a 
Nottinghamshire girl. I was interested to hear that 
Sandy's job at the surgery wasn't as a receptionist but 
as a researcher, it was her job to find the patterns in 
patient's life diary entries. 

I had to chuckle inwardly, if I had to hand in my diary 
it would be Sandy who got the task or reading it 
through and finding those important pieces of 
information that would help the doctor to make his 
diagnosis. It kind of made my mind up for me that I 
would probably look into changing doctor's, it had been 
on my mind ever since my less than wholesome visit to 
express my concerns about my lack of pregnancy. 

"Dear diary, had a nice evening in Sheffield, got home 
around midnight, H too tired for intimacy," that's what 
I wrote in my diary. What I should have written in my 
diary was, "Wow what a fucking great night, the 
Chippendales were incredibly sexy especially after 
their act in their dressing room, I was so turned on 
when I got home I could have fucked a door knob but 
Harry wasn't interested, said he was too tired." The 
Chippendales were very sexy, they stripped down to 
satin jock straps but didn't go all the way, it was 
still enough to raise the passions, the women in the 
room went wild, as did I. Sandy kept whistling and 
shouting out to one of the Guy's, his name, according 
to the program was Steel but when Sandy called out 
Neville he looked directly at her and smiled. After the 
boys had stripped down to satin jock straps for the 
third time, different costumes, different dance 
routines but the same result, muscular men standing in 
skimpy pants and women going wild. The difference this 
time was that as the men walked off to their dressing 
rooms Sandy was following on behind. It took around 
twenty minutes for us all to be sitting on the bus, 
parked in a side street behind the night club, all that 
was, except for Sandy. It took a further forty minutes 
for Sandy to join us, she looked very flushed, her hair 
was soaking wet and from the smell of her it wasn't 
from a hurried shower. The driver pulled away and 
turned into the now deserted Sheaf Street, passing the 
front of the club, a voice from the darkness called 
out, "Have you pissed yourself Sandy or is that Steel's 
cum soaking through your gusset?" Sandy responded by 
lifting the hem of her very short dress, I tried to 
close my eyes as fast as I could but not fast enough to 
miss seeing the beginnings of Sandy's hairy triangle, 
as she said, "My gusset can't be soaking, I left my 
panties on Steel's dressing room floor!" 

I couldn't believe that Sandy had lifted her skirt in 
such a public way, in such a public place, no one saw 
my bits, my intimate bits except my husband Harry, and 
even then I didn't flaunt them, it was only ever in the 
bedroom and in almost total darkness. As we drove 
along, heading south toward Nottingham, Sandy's mobile 
phone rang, she was recounting the evening's 
entertainment to her caller, she even went into details 
about her after show activity in almost medical 
details, the caller must have mentioned concern about 
pregnancy because Sandy said, "Look I had my sponge in 
and enough spermicidal jelly to stop a gallon of spunk 
getting through, no I won't be catching for a black 
baby, trust me!" 

As she closed her phone and disconnected the call she 
said, "Husband's, who'd have them!" 'OH MY GOD', Sandy 
had just told her husband that she had fucked a 
stranger, well maybe not a stranger, she did after all 
know his real name, but she had just told her husband 
that she had just been unfaithful. I couldn't believe 
just how turned on I was, the show had turned me on 
totally, waiting for Sandy, knowing that she had gone 
back stage with the male strippers had also been a turn 
on but nothing compared to listening to Sandy's 
conversation with her husband. 

Just before the outskirts of Nottingham a woman came 
around asking where people lived, she was trying to 
work out if some people could be dropped off at more 
convenient places than the Co-op on the High Street, my 
house was actually on the route the driver would be 
taking in to Nottingham and there were five other women 
that said they would be better being dropped off with 
me, it took only a few seconds for five drop off points 
to be arranged. The woman who was arranging the drop 
off points stood by Sandy and me and asked who would be 
giving the driver his 'usual tip' tonight, Sandy piped 
up, "You know that I would usually be only too glad to 
oblige but I doubt that the poor old bugger would even 
touch the sides at the moment." 

The organiser turned to a woman sitting across the isle 
from me and said, "Carol, how about you, I'll get him 
to drop you back ay your place after?" Carol agreed, 
she had been one that was going to be dropped off with 
me so I assumed she lived close by, I was listening as 
she chatted to the woman next to her, she was telling 
the woman that she would get the driver to take the bus 
into Bestwood Country Park's car park, there would be a 
couple of courting couples there at that time of night 
but no one who would care, and she could walk home from 
there. 

My house was less than three hundred yards from that 
car park, we had often had petitions around to get the 
place closed down, or at least closed after dusk to 
stop the 'goings on' there. The bus dropped me off 
right outside my front door, I was so 'on edge', 
sexually, that I took the stairs two at a time in my 
rush to my bedroom, I had stripped off on the stairs as 
I rushed up to Harry, I jumped into bed, there was a 
loud 'doing' from the bedsprings and I cuddled up to 
Harry, I was totally nude, which was unheard of, even 
if I knew that sex was going to happen I still went to 
bed in my full length night gown. 

Harry was, as usual, in his pyjamas, pale blue and 
white candy striped, I knew he was awake, Harry was a 
very light sleeper at the best of times, just the bus 
pulling up outside would have woken him and sent him 
scuttling to the window to see what was going on. But 
he was sleeping, well he was pretending to be asleep, I 
could tell from his breathing pattern that he was wide-
awake. I reached around and searched for Harry's penis, 
as my hand touched it he shrugged me off, "I'm too 
tired and I have to go into work tomorrow!" 

I thought that the fact that I had gone out with the 
girls, gone out without him for the first time in six 
years, had made him angry at me, I was so ripe, I had 
never in my life before wanted sex so much, even on my 
wedding night I could have taken it or left it, but 
right here, right now, I wanted to feel Harry's arms 
around me, wanted to feel him pressing his hot member 
between my legs, wanted to feel his soft hands lifting 
my breasts to his mouth as he usually did when he 
fucked me. 

I was totally confused, I slipped quietly out of bed, I 
walked down the stairs picking up my clothes as I went, 
I put my bra back on, slipped into my panties but then 
took them off again, they were soaking wet between the 
legs from my earlier anticipation. I pulled my blouse 
back on and my skirt, I left my tights and panties 
hanging over the banister rail at the bottom of the 
stairs. The night was reasonably warm so I didn't put a 
jacket on, I was about to leave the house without 
anything but then I realised that I would need a key to 
get back in the house after my walk. 

I put my house keys on top of the front wheel of my 
car, out of sight and it meant that I didn't have to 
carry anything with me. I walked aimlessly for a while, 
came to the main road and was about to turn right 
towards the town centre, then I noticed the footpath on 
the opposite side of the road, the footpath wandered 
it's way through a small spiny and ended up at the 
Bestwood Country Park's car park. The name went through 
my head a few times, then I remembered what Carol had 
said about giving the driver of the bus his 'usual tip' 
on that car park. 

Under normal circumstances I wouldn't walk that 
footpath alone at any time of the day let alone at 
almost one thirty in the morning. But I did find myself 
walking along the path, I wound my way through the 
spiny, there were lots of noises that would have sent 
me running on any other evening but tonight I had a 
goal, the path widened out just before the car park, 
and as I got to the fence surrounding the car park I 
saw the bus that I had just travelled from Sheffield in 
pulling off of the road and along the track leading to 
the car park. 

The headlights of the bus lit up three cars, I could 
see that there were couples in each of the parked cars 
because they all had their interiors lights on, and 
they were all doing the same thing, the thing that I 
really wanted to be doing right then with Harry but had 
been rejected. The bus couldn't actually get onto the 
car park as there was a height restrictor over the 
entrance, I had to make my way around the car park 
carefully so as not to get hurt in the uneven grass in 
the dark but eventually I found myself at the side of 
the bus, it was simplicity itself to climb up the car 
park's fence and I was right there looking through the 
side window of the bus. The interior lights were on 
inside the bus, the driver and Carol were on the long 
back seat, normally the bus's windows would have been 
too high for anyone to see through but the fence had 
given me the height I needed to see in side. 

I watched as the driver took all of Carol's clothes 
off, she seemed to have no problem with being totally 
nude with the lights on, she had a condom in her bag 
and she gave it to the driver, I could hear him 
protesting but in the end he stripped off and pulled 
the rubber over his less than average sized cock. When 
I had seen what the Chippendales had hidden behind 
their 'G' string pants I had thought that I had been 
short changed by the size of Harry's merely average 
sized cock but seeing the drivers pitifully small 
member I felt a little better about Harry's equipment. 

I watched as the driver climbed on top of Carol, there 
was no foreplay, no love, no affection, just the act, 
and even then the finality of the union would be 
captured in latex instead of being delivered to where 
it should have gone. The whole thing was over in less 
that ten minutes, I had felt frustrated before I had 
arrived at the car park but now I felt even more 
frustrated, I had just reached down and began to rub 
myself through my skirt when it was all over, it would 
have been nice if I could have brought myself off 
before they had finished. Who was I kidding, I had 
never brought myself off in the privacy of my own 
bedroom before, there was no way in hell that I would 
have done it standing on a fence at the side of a 
parked bus, but I had been close to trying. 

I walked directly across the car park as Carol began 
dressing, I couldn't afford to walk the long way around 
if Carol had as she had said she intended to do and 
walk home from the car park she could have bumped into 
me on the path leading to the estate where we both 
lived. I passed the first car, the woman was sitting in 
the back with a man, the front seats were both pushed 
forward and the woman was bent forward sucking the mans 
cock, I couldn't believe that they were sitting there 
with their interior light on doing sex, but then so 
were the other two cars. I changed direction and walked 
past the front of the second car, I had a slight shock, 
the couple were 'in the act', the man was putting a lot 
of effort into his fucking but that wasn't what had 
taken me by surprise, what had was the fact that in the 
darkness I could see a disembodied face. 

A man was standing looking through the side window of 
the car, he was dressed from head to toe in black and I 
could only see his face because of the light shining 
out of the car. Then another thing shocked me a little, 
the side window of the car was actually open, the man 
wasn't watching in secret, like a peeping tom, the 
couple had to know he was there, I was six feet from 
him and I could hear his heavy breathing. 

As I passed by the front of the car I saw that the man 
was actually masturbating as he watched the couple 
fucking. He reached into the car from time to time and 
touched the woman's exposed breasts, far from being a 
peeping tom the man was a part of the whole sex act. I 
wanted to prise myself away but I just stood there, 
transfixed, frozen to the spot, I had once again 
started to rub the front of my 'lower body' through my 
skirt, the roughness of the material reminding me that 
I had left my panties at home. 

The man standing outside the car suddenly stood 
upright, his hand was working fast at his cock, his new 
position had hidden his face in the darkness but had 
brought his cock into the light, he wasn't a bad size, 
his cock looked around seven inches long and around 
three inches in circumference, his cock head was 
uncovered which made it look very different to Harry's 
cock which was uncircumcised. I slipped my hand down 
the inside of the waistband of my skirt and found my 
inner wetness; I was actually dripping lubricating 
fluid as I stood there. 

As I opened my legs to allow my fingers better access 
to my inner self, and my inner needs, the cool night 
air chilled the streams of my own juice, which was 
literally running down my inner thighs in twin 
rivulets. I gasped in a deep breath as the man finally 
fired his seed through the open window, I gasped once 
more as I saw the string of white cum drop onto the 
woman's breast and the man's shoulder, it wasn't the 
view that had caused me to gasp bit the feeling that I 
was giving to myself as I watched. 

I was taken by surprise, it made me pull my hand out 
quickly and stop giving myself that level of pleasure. 
I had to put the whole thing down to the evening, the 
situation I found myself in and the risk of being 
caught at any moment. "Hi, I'm glad you're here," I 
froze once more, it was Carol, she had caught me up 
because I was standing watching the couple and their 
'extra numeral', "You're Sandy's friend aren't you?" 
How the hell could she tell that in the darkness? I 
grunted in an affirmative kind of way, "I thought so, 
thought it was you watching through the window of the 
bus at Paul's poor performance, these three are much 
better aren't they?" 

I couldn't bring myself to talk to Carol, but we walked 
together along the path towards our respective homes, 
Carol was chattering to me ten to the dozen as we 
walked along, none of it actually made it through to my 
conscious mind, that was still standing watching a 
couple fucking while a man masturbated through their 
open car window. When we eventually got home Carol 
asked me if I would like a coffee at her place, I 
checked the time, it was two thirty in the morning, who 
the hell invites a perfect stranger to their house for 
coffee at two thirty AM, Carol, obviously. 

Carol's house was a bit of a tip, there were children's 
toys all over the place, Carol wasn't trying to be 
quiet as she made room at the kitchen table for us to 
sit and drink our coffee, after about fifteen minutes a 
man wandered into the kitchen in just his underpants, I 
saw him and instantly turned my head away from him, 
Carol chided him for bursting in on her in his 
'skiddies'. 

I was blushing a little, the man was her current 
boyfriend, he kissed her for a while and told her that 
he had a little something for her when she got up 
stairs, and then he left the room, "A little something 
is right, he is hardly any bigger than the bus driver, 
how is your old mans tackle?" Carol asked, I was taken 
a little by surprise, "A little bigger than the bus 
drivers," I replied, I hid my face slightly behind the 
coffee cup, I wanted to blush, I knew that this kind of 
talk was way beyond anything that I would usually get 
involved in. 

"I usually end up having to finish myself off after he 
cum's, but he is good in other ways, has a tongue to 
drive you wild if he is in the mood," Carol said. Carol 
excused herself, I heard the stairs creak as she went 
up, followed her progress across the landing, heard her 
bedroom door open and close and then the bedsprings 
began to complain as she allowed her boyfriend to fuck 
her. She wasn't gone for long, I had at first assumed 
that she was going to the toilet, had I known that she 
intended to have sex again I would have left. 

By the time I realised what was happening I just sat 
there listening to her bedsprings bouncing about. Carol 
was back in around twenty minutes, she was dressed in a 
pure silk dressing gown, tied at the waste in a large 
bow and smoking a cigarette, she said, "Sorry about 
that, I should have offered you first, he's absolutely 
no good for at least an hour now that he has cum in 
me." I almost choked on what was left of my cold 
coffee; "He would love to give you a bit of oral sex if 
you'd like him too" she went on. 

I found myself thanking Carol for her kind offer, "I'm 
good right now thanks, might have been a different 
kettle of fish a few hours ago though!" I laughed 
unconvincingly. Carol had made two more cups of coffee, 
she hadn't asked if I had wanted one just made it and 
passed it to me. We chatted about nothing at all for 
twenty more minutes, I was grateful really, I didn't 
really want to go home just then and it could have been 
difficult if I had to spend the night wandering the 
streets until after Harry went off to work. 

Two cups of coffee and the late hour finally caught up 
with me and I suddenly needed the bathroom as a matter 
of urgency. Carol directed me to her bathroom, "Up the 
stairs, second door on the left," she told me. The 
stairs were a minefield, there were shoes, books and 
bags all the way up the stairs and after I had 
successfully negotiated all of that and the bathroom 
door was within reach I tripped on something and bumped 
the door open. As I sat on the toilet I heard Carol's 
bedroom door open, the hinges badly needed a touch with 
an oilcan, I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs 
and then voices in the kitchen. 

"This is Tony, this is.... I'm sorry I only know that 
you are Sandy's friend," "Tracey" I said, Tony was 
dressed in a similar silk dressing gown to Carol and he 
looked much better dressed that way than in his 'Y' 
fronts, I even shook his hand. Carol picked up the two 
coffee cups and walked into her living room, with the 
kitchen door open I could see that she had placed the 
cup with my drink in it on a small table at the side of 
one of the easy chairs. 

The room was in total darkness, I saw her put her cup 
on the floor in front of a large sofa, she knelt on the 
sofa and reached behind it, suddenly there was a shaft 
of light from a standard lamp behind the sofa. It was a 
strange light, there was nothing at all leaving the top 
of the lampshade, I realised that the lamp had a 
silvered top that forced all the light out of the 
bottom of the shade, the shade was so thick that no 
light went sideways either, nothing was said but I 
followed Carol into the living room and sat in the easy 
chair facing the sofa. 

Tony followed us into the room and as the door closed 
behind him I was dissolved into total darkness, I 
couldn't even see the coffee cup until I moved my head 
so that the cup was in silhouette against the puddle of 
light over the sofa. Carol sat low in the seat, her 
dressing gown falling open slightly just above her 
knee. Tony sat by her side after switching on the hi-
fi, a CD of Barry White with the volume down low. 

Tony sat slightly sideways on to Carol, his left arm 
was over her shoulder and behind her neck, he was 
kissing her right cheek and nibbling on her right ear 
for a while, I could make out Tony whispering something 
into Carol's ear, she nodded her head and her eyes were 
burning in my direction, it was as if she was willing 
the darkness to part so that she could see my face. I 
took an occasional sip from my coffee as I sat watching 
Tony in the early stages of love. 

I watched as his right hand reached down on to Carol's 
stomach, he massaged her through her dressing gown for 
a few moments and then his hand slipped through the 
front of the dressing gown. I could see the front of 
Tony's dressing gown begin to tent up slightly just 
above his groin. I watched as his hand slipped up and 
onto Carol's left breast, the material was so thin and 
the light above them so good that I could see almost 
every twitch of every muscle under that dressing gown. 
Carol's right nipple began to grow, clearly visible 
through the thin material, it was strange to watch that 
as Tony was only massaging Carol's left breast but the 
effect seemed to be taking over her right breast. 

Tony whispered once more and Carol nodded her head once 
again, I saw Tony pinch her left nipple and Carol 
clenched her teeth tightly and threw her head back 
slightly. Then she used her left hand to pull at the 
free end of the bow holding her gown closed, then the 
simple knot was fully undone and the silk tie pulled 
away from the front of the dressing gown. Tony slipped 
his hand down from her breast and over her stomach once 
again; as he did so he lifted his hand slightly, which 
opened the front of her dressing gown slightly. 

I could see quite a lot of her breasts through the open 
top of her dressing gown, Carol's eyes were unwavering, 
she was staring directly into my eyes, it was as if she 
could see in the dark. I had put my cup down; my right 
hand was resting in my lap, pressing down slightly on 
to my pussy mound. Tony's hand was now at the same 
point on Carol as my own was on me, he flicked the 
front of her dressing gown slightly to uncover the left 
hand side of her body, Carol was exposed from just 
beyond her very erect nipple to the floor on her left 
hand side, Tony pushed her legs apart and I could see 
her hairy pussy lips deep in the recess between her 
thighs.

I watched, transfixed, as Tony began to massage between 
Carol's legs, his movements were no longer gentle, I 
could hear Carol's breathing getting deeper and louder 
as the excitement overtook her. Tony stood up, turned 
to me and came over, I was that rabbit, caught in the 
oncoming car's headlights, I knew that I should have 
run, should have done something, Tony was at my side, 
he pulled me from the seat with extremely powerful 
hands, he turned me slightly and in one movement broke 
the clasp at the waste band of my skirt and the zipper 
attempting to hold it up. 

I realised that Tony couldn't actually see me in the 
dark part of the room but it didn't stop him finding 
each and every button on the front of my blouse and the 
thin blouse joined my skirt on the floor, my bra clasp 
took less than a tenth of a second to fall before 
Tony's expert fingers, and then I was 'placed' back 
down sitting in the easy chair, totally naked. Tony 
then walked back to Carol and dropped his dressing gown 
behind him; he was fully erect, six inches long and two 
in circumference. Tony knelt in front of Carol and 
lifted her legs up to give himself easy access to her 
vagina. I could hear more than see that Tony was 
driving Carol into a climactic frenzy, I found that my 
own fingers were once again seeking my inner being to 
satisfy its cravings. 

Eventually Carol had to push Tony's head away from her 
pussy, just to be able to gather her breath back from a 
continual climax that had lasted well over twenty 
minutes. Tony knelt upright, his large hand now wrapped 
around his penis; he was stroking it back and forth 
slowly as he shuffled across the living room floor 
towards me. I didn't move as his thigh touched my knee 
in the darkness, didn't flinch as he felt his way up my 
body in the darkness, didn't object as he used his 
strength to press his stomach between my thighs, 
opening me up totally, I said nothing as his mouth 
pressed against my neck, and then he lifted himself 
slightly higher and the tip of his cock pressed against 
my labia.

I whispered, "Please don't, I have never done this with 
anyone but my husband before." Tony pulled back 
slightly and I relaxed a little, Tony kissed my cheek, 
kissed up to my ear and asked if it was ok for him to 
at least give me a little pleasure, my head moved 
fractionally forward and back, I have no idea if I 
intended it as a nod but Tony took it as one. His hand 
slipped between our bodies, fingers searching out the 
wetness between my lower lips, as his fingers dug deep 
inside my body his mouth found mine and my eyes closed 
automatically. Tony was very skilful at taking me up to 
the edge of a climax and then allowing me to relax back 
down again. 

I lost count of the number of times he took me to the 
edge and let me slide back again, "I want you to fuck 
me Tony I really do but please don't do it," god I felt 
week saying that but I needed to be released from my 
frustrations and I knew that if he pressed his manhood 
against my labia right now I would push back at him to 
feel him burry himself inside of me. 

I was suddenly alone, Tony had moved so fast that I 
felt a wave of emptiness flood over me, I had been 
taken to the brink of yet another unfulfilled climax 
and now Tony had jumped to his feet, my had was grasped 
and I was jerked to my feet. Carol suddenly came into 
view, I realised that for almost an hour I had been 
writhing on the seat with my eyes closed and being 
'pleasured' by Carol's boyfriend, now I could see her 
once again, she was totally nude, masturbating herself 
with a vibrator. One flick of Tony's powerful arm and I 
was propelled across the room and hit the sofa hard, 
sliding down to a sitting position at Carol's side. 

Tony knelt on the edge of the sofa's seat; he took a 
handful of Carol's hair and pulled her head forward, 
forcing his cock into her mouth with a great deal of 
aggression, then he used his other hand to take hold of 
my hair and he pulled me towards him, my body clashed 
with Carol's and I felt her hands reaching out to me, 
she used her slender fingers to work her way deep into 
my body, I fired off into a climactic orbit within 
seconds, then Tony turned his body slightly and I felt 
the heat of his manhood at my lips, my mouth opened as 
an involuntary reaction.

I felt his cock slide all the way in my mouth, I gagged 
slightly as his cock head hit the back of my throat, my 
gagging only caused Tony to pull harder on my hair, 
forcing his cock to actually enter my oesophagus, there 
was a sudden rush, Tony was injecting his cum directly 
into my throat, there was no taste to it, just the 
feeling of the hot, slimy liquid sliding directly into 
my stomach. The feeling of Carol's fingers and Tony 
orgasming directly into my stomach made me almost pass 
out, then Tony pulled his cock clear of my throat, 
leaving a trail of his bitter juice across my tongue 
and a foul taste in my mouth. 

I almost leaped up from the sofa as soon as Tony let my 
head go free, I was desperate to get dressed, to get 
out of Carol's house before I got down on my knees and 
begged Tony to fuck the life out of me. Carol had a 
drink of orange juice waiting for me as I emerged into 
the light of the kitchen, she was still totally nude, 
she had absolutely no shame, didn't see anything out of 
the ordinary in sharing her man with an almost 
stranger. "Were you serious, about never doing anything 
with anyone but your husband?" 

"Yes of course," I desperately wanted to leave, but my 
stomach was churning so terribly from the belly full of 
salty cum that Tony had just injected into me, Carol 
told me that the juice would help, but I needed to hang 
around for at least fifteen minutes, I looked puzzled, 
"Have you ever taken cum that way before?" 

"No, never, I have, you know, with Harry but he never, 
ever tried to finish himself in my mouth." Carol told 
me that it would be better if I was sick in her toilet, 
it would get it all over with much faster than walking 
around for ages feeling sick, the theory was that the 
alkali of Tony's cum needed an acid to force the sick 
reaction to expel it all, I took the drink of orange, 
more to take the foul taste away than anything else but 
I suddenly needed to hang my head over the toilet and 
rid myself of the churning. 


Chapter 2
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I walked past my drive, it was still very early, my 
bedroom curtains were still closed which meant that 
Harry was probably still sleeping, I found my house 
keys on my front tyre where I had left them when I went 
out for my walk. The walk that was meant to clear my 
head from the events of the previous evening the walk 
that resulted in my baptism of voyeurism and almost led 
to me letting a complete stranger have sex with me. I 
decided to try and get a little sleep on the sofa, 
Harry would just assume that I had been there all night 
and I wouldn't have to explain where I had been. 

The ringing of the telephone tore into my 
consciousness, I had been dreaming and I had 
incorporated the sound of the telephone into my dream. 
It was only after the phone had been ringing for too 
long for my mind to find it believable that I woke up. 
Sandy was ringing me from work; she had just switched 
her phone to hands free and was getting on with her 
work while waiting for me to pick up. "You're a dark 
horse Tracey." She said to me after I said, "Hello." I 
didn't know what she was she meant but she soon proved 
that Carol and she had no secrets from each other. 

Sandy knew all about my watching Carol and Paul the bus 
driver, knew all about me watching the couples in the 
car park and also knew all about what happened in 
Carol's living room in the very early hours of the 
morning. "I want to meet for coffee after work," she 
said, I didn't even know what time it was then, I had 
assumed that it was still early, that Harry was still 
in bed, no, that didn't make sense, he was such a light 
sleeper that he would have woken and answered the phone 
by the second or third ring. 

I had to focus hard to see the time, it was eleven-
thirty, Harry had told me when I tried to get him to 
have sex with me that he had to be in work early. I 
checked the drive; there was Harry's car, NOT! He had 
gone to work without waking me; he had never left the 
house without giving me a kiss first in all the time 
that we had been living together. "Well, are you coming 
into Arnold for that coffee or not?" I 'umed' and 
'ared' for a while then I asked her what time, "Twelve-
thirty," I agreed and we would meet outside the doctors 
surgery. 

We found a quiet corner in the café, in its hey day the 
'Tea for Two' had been a genteel meeting place for 
'Ladies wot do Lunch' but now it was mainly a waiting 
room for the benefit fraternity, waiting for their next 
'cash fix' over a cold cup of rank coffee. Sandy wanted 
the dirt, she wanted to know everything, she had 
assumed that I was the same old 'Miss Prissy Pants' 
that she had known from collage but recent reports had 
seriously dented her image of me. "I'm sorry to 
disappoint Sandy, but I really am just as you expected 
me to be!" 

Sandy sat back in her chair, she was trying to make up 
her mind if I was telling the truth or if I was the 
best liar she had met. I explained that the only reason 
that I was wandering around after midnight was a slight 
problem at home. Sandy wouldn't let that go, she wanted 
details. I took my diary out of my handbag, it always 
amazed me just how much I could cram into such a small 
space, new housing developers should build houses like 
handbags, much smaller on the outside than the inside. 
Sandy's eyes lit up when she saw my diary, I opened it 
at page one, Sandy read that page and she laughed out 
loud, she saw my face and apologised then she realised 
that it was a diary that she would eventually be 
reading from cover to cover in her role as doctors 
researcher. 

"You trying for a baby?" Sandy asked me, I nodded my 
head, Sandy fanned through the pages, "Not really 
enough here yet to help but let me look." Sandy took a 
paper napkin from the dispenser on the table, she began 
to work through the pages, making marks on the thin 
white paper of the napkin as she went along. "You're 
ovulating right now, well last night would have been 
the optimum time, you should have been having sex for 
the last four days and for the next four days to give 
you the best chance of conception." 

I was more shocked when she pointed out that from the 
times I had noted intimacy had taken place, it had been 
squarely in the safe zone for using my menstrual cycle 
as a form of birth control. Even the slightly unsafe 
times we had made love had been post-scripted with the 
fact that the act wasn't to completion, Harry had 
either masturbated himself or we had mutually 
masturbated. 

"Face it girl, this man isn't interested in getting you 
pregnant, and he is good at reading your body for the 
safest times!" I was more shocked at Sandy's reading of 
the situation than the situation its self, I just 
couldn't bring myself to believe that Harry would have 
been so calculating, "Is your husband a patient at my 
place?" Sandy asked, I nodded an affirmative response. 
"Come on I have the keys still," we left half-drunk 
coffee, no loss really, it wasn't the best coffee in 
the world anyway. 

As we walked towards the doctors surgery sandy asked me 
why I hadn't let Tony fuck me, I tried to keep my eyes 
looking straight ahead, I knew I had begun to blush but 
if I looked into Sandy's eyes I would have caught on 
fire from the heat of my face. "Because I have never 
had intimacy with anyone but Harry, decent women don't 
sleep around!" I said, "Your mother tell you that 
'Prissy'? I wouldn't have been able to say no, even if 
he was the worst shag in the world, and believe me, 
Tony is an eight, that's a high score for a white Guy!" 
I admitted to myself that I had asked Tony not to have 
sex with me but deep down I had wished he had taken no 
notice of my request, not that I would ever tell Sandy 
that. 

Sandy had a huge bunch of keys, she unlocked the door 
to the entrance, there was a loud beeping to warn of 
the imminent alarm, Sandy typed four digits into a 
keypad and there was silence. Sandy unlocked a steel 
shutter door, raised it up above our heads, then pulled 
it down behind us again. A key to unlock the door into 
the area behind the receptionist's desk, loud beeping 
again, this time it took a five digit code to silence 
the alarm. 

Sandy led me into the file room, she closed the door 
behind us and turned on the light, the room had no 
outside windows so the light was essential. It took 
Sandy's practised hands a mere few seconds to find the 
files containing Harry's and my details, my folder was 
very thin, "I have six month old babies with more 
information in their folder than you" Sandy said, there 
was a red star on the front of Harry's folder, his 
folder, unlike mine, was very full. 

Sandy tapped the star with her finger, "You know what 
this means?," "He's been good!" "No, this means extra 
money for the doctor, he gets a 'grand' extra for your 
husband than a normal patient!" I gave Sandy a 
questioning look, "Medical research, your husband gets 
two thousand, five hundred pounds a year for testing 
new drugs for a manufacturer, we get the extra grand 
because of all the extra paper work." Sandy threw the 
very thick folder on the table, the first letter from 
the drugs manufacturer bore the letterhead of the 
company that Harry worked for; he was working as a 
senior manager at the same time as testing their new 
drugs. Sandy's face dropped a little, "What! What is 
it?" I asked, "Your husband is testing the male birth 
control pill!" 

I sat down with a thump; the wind had definitely been 
taken from my sails, looking back through the 
correspondence Harry had been taking part in the trials 
since before we were married, before he began to work 
for the company. Sandy quickly plotted a graph of 
Harry's sperm level, she concluded that there was still 
a chance that a few sperm were being produced by Harry 
but not enough to be medically viable, but then it only 
takes one lucky sperm to produce a baby. The final set 
of results had an accompanying letter, the gist of the 
letter was that after three months of zero sperm 
production Harry would be entering 'phase two' of the 
trial, an injection of the chemical under the skin of 
Harry's forearm. 

The injection would release the exact amount of the 
drug that would keep Harry at zero sperm level for six 
months at a time. "At least then he won't be keeping 
you short after that!" Sandy said, "What does that 
mean?" I asked her, "The amount of times you and him 
have intimacy..." Sandy punctuated the word intimacy 
with her fingers, using air quotes, god I couldn't 
believe what I was hearing. "...You would hardly 
qualify as casual friends. Even old Paul the sad bus 
driver gets it more often than you do!." I was totally 
in a spin now; I couldn't believe how depressed this 
information had made me feel. "Mark my words, as soon 
as he has had the injection he will be knocking at your 
panties every night!" Sandy said. 

We parted at the end of Sandy's road, she was going to 
monitor Harry's file and she would tell me when they 
had put Harry onto phase two, I would then see if there 
was any increase in intimacy, my mind filled in the air 
quotes this time, Sandy had her hands full with the 
bags she was carrying. I got home a few moments before 
Harry, he was bright and cheerful when he walked 
through the door, I just wish I were the same. Harry's 
excuse for not kissing me goodbye, "You looked so cute 
sleeping on the sofa that I didn't have the heart to 
wake you!" 

That afternoon dragged by very slowly, it felt like I 
could clean the living room between one tick of the 
grandfather clock and the next, I would have been able 
to wash, dry and put away all the pots in the house 
before the third tick. It is amazing how slow the 
poison of mistrust works through a body. Bed time came 
around a year and a half after Harry got home from 
work, I was quite sleepy, I had definitely not had my 
full eight hours the night before but that didn't stop 
me setting my mind on trying to get Harry to fuck me. I 
suddenly brightened up a lot.

I showered and used the perfume that Harry liked best, 
I was careful to wash myself between the legs well, the 
power shower blasting up into me always turned me on 
and instead of my floor-length night gown I had put on 
a baby-doll nighty, black, very sheer, the gift that 
Harry brought himself for the night of our wedding but 
I had been too shy to actually wear. The bedroom light 
was out when I walked in, Harry had his back to the 
door so I dropped the pose I had 'struck' as I stood 
framed in the doorway, I knew that the light coming 
from behind me would have made the material of my 
nighty totally transparent. "Dam!" I thought to myself, 
Harry was already sleeping, I could tell from his 
breathing pattern, that wasn't a problem, he always 
woke as soon as my bottom touched the bed usually if I 
went to bed after him. 

I reached my arm over Harry's shoulder, I kissed the 
back of his neck and pressed my abdomen against his 
lower back and pushed forward slightly. Harry's 
breathing pattern had changed the instant I touched the 
bed, I knew that he was actually wide-awake from that 
second. If things had happened as they usually did he 
would roll over and kiss me goodnight, but he didn't 
move, he was feigning sleep. 

My past history had left me with few or no tools in my 
seduction 'took box', I had in the past been totally 
passive, I had been only too happy for Harry to make 
all of the sexual running in our relationship. 
Sometimes I had been ready, geared up for sex, and he 
had missed the signs, or so I thought at the time. 
Sandy had given me some literature on the female body, 
the sort of things that cosmo' went some of the way to 
dealing with. 

Around the time of my ovulation I could expect the 
hormones in my body to trigger autonomic responses that 
would make me feel more sexually aroused, more 
responsive to sexual advances and would give out subtle 
signals to men that would help them to want me more. 
Those must have been the signals that Harry was using 
to stop himself from trying to have sex with me, well 
he was trying very hard now, I was rubbing myself 
against his buttocks so hard now that I was surprised 
that I hadn't pushed him out of the other side of the 
bed. It was only ten thirty; I had made myself even 
hornier than I was the night before, and the way time 
was running at the moment it would take around seven 
years for the dawn to break. 

Eleven-thirty, did you know that the grandfather clock 
in the hallway down stairs ticked seven thousand two 
hundred times in an hour? I had thought that it should 
have been only three thousand six hundred but it must 
tick on both the capture and the release of the 'pawl 
and ratchet' that controlled the speed that the weight 
fell in the casement. I had told myself that during the 
next hour I would try and see if I could distinguish 
between the two; see if there was a difference. 

"This is ridiculous, I can't lie here counting the 
clock ticking all night," I told myself, eleven thirty 
two, I decided to get up, see if there was anything on 
TV. Went into the kitchen, I had a half pint of milk 
left, if I had a little more I could do myself a drink 
of hot chocolate, I told myself that a half pint was 
more than enough for hot chocolate then I told myself 
to shut up, what the hell did I know anyway, I couldn't 
even spot when a man was avoiding trying to make me 
pregnant. 

I checked the garden, it was early summer, I wondered 
if the hedge-hog that often called in the autumn would 
be around looking for milk so I put out a saucer full 
of milk just in case. Eleven thirty three, I have a 
quarter of a pint of milk, if I had a little more I 
could make myself a cup of hot chocolate, hot chocolate 
might help me sleep, I could pop down to the 'Tesco 24 
hr' store and buy a pint or two of milk, and some hot 
chocolate powder, after all I never kept it in as it 
was far to fattening. I pulled my mackintosh on over my 
nighty and picked up my bag. 

It wasn't far to the twenty-four hour store but if I 
drove there I could pick up something else if I saw it, 
something that I may not be able to carry if I walk 
there. I closed the front door as quietly as I could, I 
didn't close my car door to avoid disturbing Harry, I 
let the hand-break off and allowed the car to roll down 
the drive and onto the road. I could have closed my 
door then and start the engine without waking Harry if 
he had been asleep but I decided to allow the car to 
roll further down the hill before closing the door and 
starting the engine, just in case he was still awake. 

As the engine burst into life the fan heater fired a 
blast of cool night air at my legs, it found its way up 
under the bottom of my coat, reminding me that I was 
almost naked under my coat, just the sheer netting of 
my baby-doll nighty. I noticed that I was almost 
opposite the road leading to Bestwood Country Park, I 
could use that road to turn around in, after all the 
shop was up the hill and I had rolled down the hill, 
"Liar, the 'Tesco 24' is at the bottom of the hill," "I 
changed my mind, I'm going to... er... Asda, I don't 
like the milk at Tesco's!" 

I drove the hundred yards or so along the front of the 
houses, I knew most of the women that lived in those 
houses, they were the ones that were always organising 
the petitions to close the car park. I was at the end 
of the lane leading to the car park now; I could just 
make out the entrance in the darkness. I switched to 
sidelights and turned right, into the lane leading to 
the car park entrance. I crawled along as slowly as the 
car would go, I was giving the voice inside my head 
plenty of time to convince the second voice that hot 
chocolate was far more preferable than driving into an 
unlit car park at eleven fifty at night. 

The car park was empty, as I drove in there wasn't a 
single car in any of the little bays around the outside 
edge of the car park. I drove two complete circles 
around, "OK, see, nothing here for you, now lets be 
good and fetch a bottle of milk and maybe I'll treat 
you to a bar of fruit and nut, I'm sure that you'll 
like that more than sex anyway!" 

I pulled the car into an empty bay; I had 
subconsciously chosen it because it was right next to 
the footpath leading back to the road opposite my 
house. I made sure my door was locked, turned the 
engine off, I was going to leave the side lights on but 
as soon as I turned the key the lights went off on 
their own, "I didn't realise they did that, I had 
always been so careful to turn off the lights before I 
turned off the engine, just to save the battery, I 
laughed to myself a little."

I noticed a shadow in the distance, something was 
moving between me and the light cast by what moonlight 
there was. I saw the shadow move once again, it 
certainly looked like a man, probably dressed in black. 
I remembered that the three cars that I had seen were 
all the same, they all had their interior lights on, I 
fumbled with the switch on the inside light, my heart 
was pounding in my chest, it was difficult to breath, 
my hand was shaking so much that it was hard to make 
the light work. 

It wasn't a blinding flash of light but it did make me 
flinch, the outside world suddenly disappeared from 
view as the light inside the car turned off the 
darkness outside. It took only seconds for a face to 
appear at the window to my right. I half recognised the 
Guy, I thought he was the man I had seen after watching 
Carol and the bus driver fuck. I was sitting there in 
my seat, hands gripping the steering wheel at ten and 
two, face, straight ahead; it was my peripheral vision 
that had picked up the movement as the Guy's face was 
illuminated by the light from my car. 

I heard two taps on the glass, wound down the window a 
fraction of an inch. I had almost swivelled my eyes out 
of their sockets to be able to see the man without 
moving my head, I watched as his mouth came into 
contact with the glass, "Drive to the other end of the 
car park, as far away from the houses as you can and 
reverse in against the bush." 

The automaton in me started the car, drove slowly 
across the car park with out lights, I hadn't even 
turned off the interior light which made it doubly 
difficult to negotiate the car park. I did however 
recognise when I passed the entrance to the car park, 
"Just swing the steering wheel to the left, turn on the 
headlights and gun the engine, you can be sitting in 
home sipping hot chocolate in less that fifteen 
minutes!" 

It took all of my strength to not turn the steering 
wheel to the left, I had slowed down even further as I 
got to the entrance, I actually stopped for what seemed 
like an age. Eventually I found the last bay, I 
realised that the Guy wanted me to reverse into the bay 
so that he would be facing the car park entrance while 
he was at my side. 

It took a few seconds for the man to catch up to me, my 
window was still open a crack, "Open you coat," my 
hands were still glued to the steering wheel, I was 
still sitting with my head fixed ahead, I was trying to 
work out how to open my coat without releasing my grip 
on my steering wheel. "Open your coat!" I managed to 
prise one hand off of the wheel, and began to t try to 
open the top button, my hand was shaking so much I 
could have supplied McDonalds with their triple thick 
shakes for a month. 

Eventually I opened three buttons and the Guy looking 
through my window could see that all I had on was a 
thin nightdress, I realised that he could see most of 
my breasts through the flimsy material. "Untie the belt 
and push your seat back," I now had to let go of the 
steering wheel with both hands, not for the 
mackintosh's belt but sliding the seat back in a 
Vauxhall Corsa is definitely a two handed job. I had 
also stopped looking straight ahead, I was now looking 
at the lower half of the man, he was bent over to look 
through my window but I could see that he had his 
member in his hand and he was pulling the foreskin back 
to expose his mushroom shaped cock-head and then 
allowing elasticity to take the skin back. 

"Open the last button," I was worried by that, the last 
button would reveal all of my charms, show the Guy my 
tangled bush beneath my baby-doll. "Open your coat," my 
fingers were at the last button, I wasn't sure if I 
could go through with what I had started, I was 
listening carefully for my sensible, inner voice to 
offer it's advice. I didn't really need to hear it, I 
knew that it would be telling me to, "Turn the light 
off, start the engine and get the fuck out of here." 

"OPEN YOU COAT!" My audience was getting slightly bored 
I felt with my inaction on the coat opening front, just 
at the moment when my 'conscience superego' had popped 
out for a double latté. "You're here for a reason my 
girl," shit, what a time for my 'id' to poke her nose 
in, while I usually get diametrically opposite advice 
from my 'conscience superego', my own personal internal 
devil and angel and I got to chose which one to listen 
to, my 'id' is a different kettle of 'watsanames', my 
'id' is biologically driven, only one option offered, 
"Dam why am I so weak!" 

My coat was now open, totally and completely, my 
watcher was taking his time drinking in the sight, 
"Take your coat all the way off," I had nothing to lose 
now, I was to all intense, nude anyway, the negligee 
wasn't designed for its covering ability after all. It 
was a bit of a struggle to get my coat off, "Throw it 
in the back," I did. "Recline your seat," I wanted to 
say how far but I had never reclined the seats before 
and had no idea where to find the mechanism to make the 
seat recline, there was a short lever to my right, I 
pulled it and the seat fell all the way down, the 
spring mechanism was obviously faulty and probably 
explained why the sales-man had omitted to mention how 
to adjust the seat. 

"So here I am, exposed to a stranger, lying almost flat 
out in my car with it's light on, am I now officially a 
tramp? Or is it a tart? Something I could check out on 
the Internet tomorrow!" "Wind the window down a bit 
more," "No!" The face was gone, I struggled up enough 
to se out of the window, there was no one in sight, my 
sense of deflation was enormous, I couldn't believe 
just how exciting it had been to sit there and take 
instructions from a total stranger and how empty I felt 
now that he had gone. 

I noticed a car had pulled into the other end of the 
car park, I could just make out that there were two 
people in the car, the interior light was on and I 
could see a gap in the illumination that I took to be 
my voyeur, I had now officially been rejected by a 
pervert, you have no idea just how that makes a woman 
feel. 

I was struggling to get the seat back upright, it was 
just a guess but I would have needed to be a double 
jointed octopus to raise the seat without first leaving 
the car, there was at least one reason why I didn't 
want to get out of the car just to lift my seat back 
up. I heard the engine of the other car suddenly fire 
up, it took off from the car park with its front wheels 
throwing cinders into the air, I had a little inward 
smile as a made out the shadowy figure of my pervert 
making his way back to my side. 

"Are you going to open your window more?" I turned the 
window winder one circle in response, that made my 
window lower by an inch, I watched as my voyeur opened 
his trousers again and began to revive his flaccid 
cock, he was gently stroking himself into life, I 
watched as his cock grew from three inches and thin to 
around seven inches and extremely thick. 

"Take off the bottom of your nighty," I checked, 
'conscience superego' still away on her latte break. I 
lifted my bottom and slid my baby-doll's bottoms down. 
"Now take off your top," again it was a little struggle 
but I managed to remove my top and was now totally nude 
in my car, the window was cracked open an inch and a 
half and the cool night air was making my nipples 
respond more than they had ever responded in my life 
before, well I will blame the cold anyway. 

"Open your window more," I now had to weigh up my 
options, last time I said no the Guy pissed off, and if 
I said no again he might not come back, I knew that I 
was so absolutely turned on right then that I would 
have had sex with a dog to get my relief. I wasn't sure 
if I really wanted to go further with this Guy but, 
just at that moment, I wanted something, Harry wasn't 
going to 'pleasure' me, I knew I could 'pleasure' 
myself but this was almost the most exciting experience 
I had been through in my life to date, well, not 
counting twenty four hours earlier, that was pretty 
exciting. 

I turned the handle on my window another full circle; 
the window was now open two and a half inches. "Open 
your legs," I did as I was told, "Wider!" I opened them 
wider. "Finger yourself" I began to masturbate myself, 
I knew that the man could have just about reached in 
and touched me if he had wanted to but he kept his 
distance. I wasn't particularly good at finger-fucking 
myself, as a young woman I had never done anything like 
that and it was usually Harry's job to do it if I 
needed it after we married, I was trying to copy what 
Harry had done to me in the past but I was making a 
total pig's ear of it, a little voice popped into my 
head, "Why not ask the Guy to swap, you know how to 
make a man come, and I'll bet he knows a dam site more 
than you do about frigging a woman," bloody fine time 
to come off of your coffee break I thought to my 
'conscience superego'. 

"Open your window more," I knew that he could have 
reached through the last time I opened it more so I 
just took it all the way down, the cool air made me 
shiver. I stiffened up as the Guy stepped closer and 
his head came through the opening in my door. He pushed 
my hand away from my vagina, lifted my right knee and 
moved my foot so that my heel was hooked over the edge 
of my seat, then he tapped my left leg and pointed 
upwards, I knew instinctively that he wanted me to copy 
the position of my right leg with my left leg. 

The only time I had ever been that open before was when 
I had my first ever internal examination just after my 
twenty-fifth birthday, and I only had that because my 
mother had some abnormal cells from a cervical smear 
test. I watched as the man put a latex glove on one 
hand, he reached in and began to work his fingers into 
my body, I went into orbit with the first pass of his 
finger over my clitoris, and from that moment I was 
lost. 

Harry had never done anything like that to me in all 
the time we had been lovers, I was taken on a magical 
tour of my inner workings, I was given a really nice 
clitoral orgasm, followed by a deep stimulation of my 
'G' spot in the roof of my virginal cavity, then after 
I had landed back on earth he massaged the opening to 
my urethra, it felt like he was actually able to force 
his finger into the entrance to the pipe leading from 
my bladder. I managed to spot the clock when the man 
first touched me, it was twelve forty five when he 
first touched me and now it was past two o'clock in the 
morning. 

I was totally covered in sweat, I had never climaxed so 
much in all of my life before and then the door popped 
open, I froze once again as the man pulled me around, 
he took my right leg and as he crouched down between my 
legs he placed my right foot on to his left shoulder. 
If he tried to fuck me I would have to say no, I 
wouldn't want to but there was no way I could let him 
actually fuck me. He was getting into a good position, 
he pushed my left foot onto the dashboard, I was almost 
doing the splits, it had gone way past the point of 
comfort. 

As soon as his fingers snaked their way into my love 
tunnel I would have agreed to anything, this time he 
passed my clitoris by, passed my urethra, straight 
passed that magical 'G' spot, he was searching out my 
cervix, I could feel him almost measuring my cervix, he 
had pushed his fingers around the neck of my womb, he 
was actually massaging the protuberance that was my 
cervix, I opened my eyes and strained to look at the 
junction between his hand and my vagina.

I noticed that there was a ring of lubricant around his 
glove and that he had four fingers buried deep inside 
of me and he was gently working his fingers on all 
sides of my cervix, he was increasing the pressure 
slightly and then I felt his little finger move 
slightly, it was at the opening to my womb and he was 
pushing hard against the muscle holding the mouth 
closed, I felt a blinding pain and a small pop, he had 
the tip of his little finger inside my cervix. The 
subtle movements of his fingers as he tried to 
encourage his finger deeper drove me over into the most 
violent of orgasmic spasms, I had never had a baby 
before but I could only imagine that the pleasure/pain 
that I was feeling must have been like the beginnings 
of birth contractions. 

I was empty, the Guy had been finger fucking me for 
almost three hours, he had taken me further along the 
climax 'super highway' than I had ever been before and 
now he had stepped back, he was standing upright, 
masturbating himself, the latex glove was on the floor 
of my car and the first string of white, milky cum was 
floating through the air, in the direction of my 
stomach and chest. I had never had a man stand over me 
and masturbate over me, I had felt that it should have 
felt degrading but he had given me such pleasure that I 
couldn't deny him that pleasure if that was what he 
wanted, the second string of his cum flew over my right 
breast and chin, the third and forth on my stomach and 
the fifth in the well caused by my upper thigh and 
pubic mound, and then he was gone, retreating into the 
darkness. 

I eased myself out of my car, I was totally nude, 
standing in a public car park, I didn't care, it didn't 
even bother me to see that during my 'pleasure fest' a 
car had pulled up next to my car, close enough for the 
couple sitting in it to watch every gasp of my climax, 
their interior light was off so I couldn't actually see 
their faces but that didn't matter to me, I even 
considered walking around my car so that they could get 
a better view of my magnificent body. 

I simply adjusted my seat to its upright position and 
pulled my mackintosh on and stuffed my baby-doll under 
my seat. "OK, lets go get milk" the voice in my head 
said, I asked if it was my angel or my devil that had 
spoken to me but she didn't say. 


Chapter 3
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I decided to put on my mackintosh without my baby-doll 
nighty under it, I stuffed the nighty under my seat in 
an untidy ball, the lining of my coat felt wonderfully 
rough against my skin and as I adjusted my position in 
my seat the material drew roughly across my nipples 
making them stand out hard against the material, which 
caused the material to press harder against them, a 
wonderfully decadent, vicious circle. 

I drove to the 'Tesco 24', it was around three forty in 
the morning, as I got out of my car I realised that my 
mackintosh, while wonderfully stylish, perfectly 
designed and totally practical, as a rain coat, did 
little to hide the more intimate parts of my body. I 
could have pulled the front over and used the button 
which lay hidden normally beneath the collar, that 
would have hidden my cleavage from view but, one of the 
more stylish features of the coat was that it had been 
designed to look like a horse riders coat, that meant 
that the bottom button on the front was actually around 
my navel and there was an open vent at the back to 
around the same height. 

I decided not to bother hiding my cleavage from view 
but I would have to be careful not to move suddenly in 
the light if the shop or I would reveal all to anyone 
looking, I also had to walk holding the coat closed 
below the bottom button as every step I took exposed 
way too much of my upper thigh. 

I was most disappointed to find that the shop was 
totally empty; empty that was apart from two female 
shop assistants waiting patiently behind the tills. 
"OK, lets go and get our milk and chocolate from Asda," 
the little voice in my head said, I had walked along 
each of the isles, I decided not to get the milk from 
Tesco's, it was only a short drive to Asda and I was 
sure that there would be more people shopping there. 

As I was about to walk past the checkout, empty handed, 
I noticed the end of isle display, there was almost a 
mountain of condoms there, different manufactures, 
different colours, different shapes, a cornucopia of 
contraceptive delights. I had never in my life before 
brought a condom, when we were courting it was Harry's 
job to provide the latex if he wanted to sample my body 
and after we were married I stopped him using condoms 
at all, I would have been happy to have fallen pregnant 
on my wedding night, never mind now, almost three years 
on. 

I didn't even know if those things came in different 
sizes, or if men would prefer one type over another, I 
decided though, I needed to get me some, 'to get me 
some'. I picked up a box of ten 'Durex Feather Light', 
the only reason I chose them was that the name stuck in 
my mind from when I was younger, they were the only 
ones that were sold at one time. I also picked up a box 
of three Virgin condoms and a pack of three ribbed 
ones. I can't believe how much I blushed as I paid for 
my little rubber collection. 

In my car I opened all of the packets, I dropped one of 
each types in to my handbag, and one of each into my 
mackintosh pocket, I decanted the last of each of the 
packets of three into the larger box and popped it into 
my glove box, "Why don't we rename it a condom box," I 
didn't need to ask which of my two voices that came 
from, but she did make me chuckle as I drove out of the 
car park. 

As I drove along the main road I was tempted to go back 
into the car park I was in earlier, just to see if 
there was anyone there to help me use one of my new 
collection of condoms, I could almost do a marketing 
trial, let men try all three and tell me which one they 
preferred. I noticed a taxi outside of Carols house, it 
drew my attention away from the road leading to the car 
park, just as well as I passed by the footpath I 
noticed the dark space beyond the small wood turned 
blue and red, the effect of a police car putting on its 
roof beacons to frighten off the couples parked up. 

I pulled up behind the taxi, I was glad to see that it 
was Carol that stepped out of the car. "Hi, Carol, are 
you going straight to bed?" I said, looking at the 
clock in the dashboard for confirmation of the time, 
"Sorry it's so late" I went on. "I was going to have a 
quick coffee before I went to bed, come in." I followed 
Carol up the path, at her front door she opened it and 
invited me to go in ahead of her. I had to do a little 
nifty footwork to avoid tripping over the piles of 
'stuff' that seemed to be living in the passageway 
leading to the kitchen. 

"Tony's not here," Carol said. I realised that comment 
was elicited because Carol had just received a flash of 
my bum from under the mackintosh's rear vent. I stalled 
slightly, Asda suddenly seemed a little more inviting 
than Carol's house just then but I carried on to the 
kitchen, I sat in the same seat as the previous night 
as Carol made the coffee, as soon as she placed the cup 
in front of me the kitchen door burst open. 

"I'm sorry Dell, did we wake you darling?" 

"No, I was on the Internet," Dell was a young man, I 
put him at around eighteen or nineteen, he was dressed, 
only, in red boxers and a white vest. He was ruggedly 
handsome, had a square jaw line, dark tanned skin, 
extremely muscular arms and legs and his medium length 
black hair was perfectly styled and gelled. Dell was 
obviously a man who liked to take care of himself. 

"Would you like a coffee darling?" Dell nodded his 
head, my inner voice was saying a little prayer to the 
god of crumpet, "Please don't let him take his coffee 
to his room to drink it," she said that little mantra 
several times until Dell sat on the seat on the 
opposite side of the table from me, "Thank you God," at 
least my inner voice had manors. 

I sat with my coffee cup in front of my mouth; I was 
half blowing the coffee and half using the cup to hide 
the smile that was splitting my face in two. "This is 
Tracey, she lives opposite the footpath, the house with 
the bay window," Carol told Dell. "Oh! You have the 
Corsa with the neat paint job?," I was impressed by 
Dell more and more, most men I knew would just laugh if 
I told them I owned a Corsa, but Dell had even noticed 
that it had a special paint job. 

My cup was empty, I was still using the cup to cover my 
grin, I really felt like the cat that had all the cream 
in the world. Carol had finished her coffee long ago; 
she was 'that' spectator at Wimbledon, her head, 
whipping from me to Dell and back to me as Dell and I 
talked about anything and everything. 

"Well, Dell why don't you make Tracey and you another 
coffee, I'm ready for bed now," Carol kissed Dell on 
his cheek, I could just make out that she told him that 
she would be in his bed, just in case. My heart sank 
slightly, here was me hoping that Dell was just a 
friend of Carol's and she was going to wait in his bed 
for him, damn, another deflation. Dell pored two 
coffees, he stood in front of me holding both cups, I 
could see from the movement of his lips that he was 
rehearsing something in his mind, eventually he blurted 
out, "Would you like to drink this upstairs?" 

It took me a while to process the information, I had 
already experienced Carol's openness to sexual 
activity, was he inviting me to join him and Carol in 
his bed? My hesitation must have been seen by Dell as 
reluctance on my part, he was rocking from one foot to 
the other, he was half way to placing the cup in front 
of me and half way to walking towards the door. I stood 
up; I doubted my inner self would have allowed my voice 
to have said anything anyway, just in case it said 
something wrong. 

I followed Dell up the stairs, the piles of junk I had 
danced around the night before were still there and it 
looked like others had popped over to visit. Dell 
danced his own dance around the obstructions with the 
skill of a ballet dancer. When he opened the bedroom 
door I recognised the squeak of the hinges as the door 
opened. The bedroom was totally different to the rest 
of the house, it was neat and tidy, nothing out of 
place, there was a table lamp illuminating the side of 
the bed, red chiffon had been draped over the top of 
the shade to further diffuse the gentle light from the 
low wattage bulb. 

There was also the scent of several essential oils in 
the air, I noticed a stain in the centre of the chiffon 
square that seemed to be drying before my eyes, Carol 
had obviously dressed the room for sex, I wondered how 
long it would be before she joined us. 

Dell hopped into the double bed, he drew the duvet up 
to his chin and then threw out his vest and boxers, I 
stood playing with the foil packets in my mackintosh 
pocket, how do I bring them into the conversation? I 
had no idea. The pressure lifted slightly when I saw a 
box of ten Durex on the table, directly below the table 
lamp, I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, turned my 
back to Dell and allowed my coat to fall to the floor, 
I heard Dell gasp as my back was revealed to him. I sat 
with my back to him and quickly scooted under the duvet 
to join him. I hadn't closed the bedroom door, as I was 
sure that Carol was just in the bathroom and would be 
coming through any second. 

Dell turned onto his side to face me, I was still on my 
back, Dell reached his right arm over me and rested his 
hot hand on my left arm, his mouth brushed lightly 
against mine, lips barely touching, then he moved his 
mouth to kiss my cheek, his face was so soft, he must 
have shaved just before we walked into the house, his 
face was so soft that he had to be using a good quality 
moisturiser, I wondered if it was his choice or had 
Carol seen the same article in Cosmo' that I had seen, 
telling women to forget the 'after-shave birthday' 
present, buy him lightly scented moisturiser and get 
him to shave before bed, something well worth thinking 
about I say. 

I saw the time on the alarm clock, just coming up to 
four-thirty am, Dell and I kissed up a storm, after 
thirty minutes or so we were still kissing, Dell was 
rubbing my left shoulder, his had had hardly moved in 
the thirty minutes, I was expecting him to have been 
exploring my body with his hands but he wasn't, I 
decided to try and move things on a little, I opened my 
legs wide, brushing his cock with my thigh as my legs 
opened. I felt a very wet trail from the tip of his 
extremely hard cock as it moved against my thigh. 

We kissed a little longer, my thigh pressing against 
Dell's cock, I was increasing the pressure slightly and 
relaxing, it was like I was using my thigh to massage 
his cock, the wetness was increasing greatly too, Dell 
was obviously very excited, I looked at the clock once 
again, four-forty-five am. I put my right hand under 
Dell's side and pressed my hand into the small of 
Dell's back and eased him over slightly so that he was 
more on his front than his side, his right knee fell 
between my upper thighs and his cock was now nestling 
in the gap between my thigh and my hairy mound. 

Again nothing but kissing, "Would you like to do 
anything else? I whispered in his ear, half of me 
thought that he was waiting for Carol to join us but 
surly not after almost an hour. "What would you like me 
to do?" Dell was starting to worry me a little, I 
nodded towards the bed side table and the packet 
sitting there invitingly, "OH, god, yes, sorry," Dell 
eased himself off of me and fumbled with the condom 
box, eventually he had a silver foil packet in his 
hands and they began to shake slightly. 

The package was eventually opened, Dell was obviously 
very inexperienced in the use of condoms but he 
eventually got it rolled down onto his cock. I pulled 
him roughly on top of me. My legs still wide open, it 
was a lucky shot but as I pulled him on top of me we 
'meshed' together exactly, there was one sudden thrust 
and Dell was buried deep into my vagina. I felt Dell 
stiffen, every sinew in his body became taught then, 
"I'm really sorry, really sorry." 

I had no idea what Dell had to be sorry about, but he 
slowly withdrew and I looked down in horror to see 
sperm coming from the top of the condom's tight rubber 
band. Not only had Dell suffered from the most extreme 
case of premature ejaculation but he had cum so much 
that he had quite literally filled the condom to 
overflowing. "Dam and blast," my inner voice, the 
master of understatement said silently to me. I checked 
carefully, Dell hadn't been in me far enough for the 
content leaking from the top of the condom to have been 
any risk to me. "There are more, can we try again?" 

Dell took his condom off, whenever Harry had used a 
condom he hardly filled the teat at the end, Dell had a 
good inch of fluid in the empty latex skin. The condom 
was thrown into a bin at the side of the bed and Dell 
eagerly plucked a fresh silver packet from the box, 
"No, for God's sake go and pee, then wash your cock 
carefully with loads of soap and hot water before you 
try again," I said. 

I stood leaning on the bedroom doorframe as Dell stood 
by the toilet bowl peeing, then I watched as he washed 
his cock carefully, when I was happy that there should 
be no stray sperm left in or around his cock I told him 
to come back to bed. Dell was much faster to skin the 
latex down his shaft, he was hard within moments of 
sitting on the bed, I pulled the duvet from the bed and 
threw it on the floor, I took up my position in the 
centre of the mattress with my legs open wide, Dell's 
eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me like 
that and he jumped on top like a stallion. 

He began to fuck like one too, I wasn't complaining, it 
felt wonderful to feel that power between my legs but I 
pushed him away slightly, "Slow down Dell," I told him. 
Dell began the slower, deeper thrusts of the more 
experienced man, he didn't really understand my body 
very much and it took a long time before I began to get 
the feelings that would build into a half decent climax 
for me, but it was more because of my own movements 
than Dell's. 

After three reasonable climaxes I looked over at the 
clock, almost six am, I asked Dell if he was ready to 
cum yet, that spurred him on to the stallion pace once 
again, he was fucking me fast and furious, something 
connected exactly right and he blew me to an amazing 
orgasm, we both finished our climax together. I felt 
warm and wonderful, I had finally managed to relieve 
the itch I had felt between my thighs for two days, I 
could feel Dell's sperm, warm and sticky flowing inside 
of my body. 

"Rewind, I could feel his sperm, my god, I jumped up, 
almost throwing Dell onto the floor, there was no 
condom on his cock as it leapt out of my body. I ran 
into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, there was 
spunk flowing from me like I was peeing, Dell must have 
cum a cup-full into me. I saw the shower on the wall 
over the bath, quickly unscrewed the shower head and 
stood in the bath with the pipe inserted inside my 
vaginal cavity, I turned the water on slowly and after 
I felt my lower abdomen bloat up slightly I pulled the 
pipe out and the condom was washed out of my body. 

I continued to irrigate myself for a while and 
eventually the feeling of panic started to subside. 
Dell was standing in the doorway to the bathroom 
saying, "I'm sorry" over and over again, eventually I 
regained my composure enough to kiss him as tell him 
that it wasn't his fault, I should never have been 
there in the bed with him at all, I was a married 
woman. 

I decided to leave my car outside Carol's house and 
walk home, it was almost six-thirty am and the last 
thing I wanted to do was wake Harry up putting my car 
on the drive, the milk man had beaten me home, there 
were two pints of fresh milk on my doorstep. I had to 
search for an old nighty that was in the wash-basket, I 
hated wearing clothes two days running but I didn't 
want to risk walking up stairs and waking Harry so I 
put on a floor length pink night dress that I had worn 
on Thursday night. I curled up on the sofa and drifted 
into a fitful sleep. 

The same thing kept running through my mind, I wanted a 
baby, wanted one real bad, now there was a possibility 
that I could have taken in enough of Dell's sperm to 
have made me pregnant, I know that many women get 
pregnant by another man and just have sex with their 
husband at the right time so that he would think that 
he was the father. My problem with that is that I am 
blond, Harry is strawberry blond, we both have blue 
eyes, what were the chanced of the baby produced by 
Dell's sperm being light haired or blue eyed, worse 
than nine to one against. 

A loud crash from the kitchen woke me, I focussed on 
the clock, it was nine o'clock, I stumbled into the 
kitchen and Harry was fully dressed, he was in the 
process of writing a note, "Gone football, back 
sometime this evening, love H." Harry asked if I had a 
bad night's sleep, he nodded toward the living room and 
the sofa where I had supposedly spent the night, the 
whole night. "Pretty bad," I replied, I told Harry to 
hold on a minute and I'd get dressed and go with him, 
Harry cleared his throat, "I have four other players in 
my car and were playing in Doncaster later!" 

Just one more thing I was to be excluded from, I felt 
dreadful, lack of sleep over two days and the sexual 
and emotional tension were beginning to catch up with 
me. I found Sandy's telephone number, it took only a 
few seconds for her to answer, "Hi Sandy?" "Yes," "Do 
you still have the keys for work?" "Yes," "Can you get 
at the MAP?" "I can but if I do you have to tell 
everything," "OK!" "Meet me outside work at eleven 
o'clock," "OK." 

I met Sandy at the doctor's surgery, we went through 
the palaver of the keys and the alarms, with one added 
twist, there was a key to the drug's store at the back 
of one of the receptionists desk draws. Sandy opened 
the locker and took out a Morning After Pill from the 
container, then she switched on a computer and used the 
senior partners name and his id to open the computer 
screen, "He's a total technophobe, we all have to know 
his password because he is always screwing up the 
system" Sandy said in explanation of how she had just 
hacked into the computer system. Sandy put down that 
one MAP pill had been prescribed to a woman in her 
eighties, "When they find that entry they'll assume 
that it was just another cock up on old Dr, Pratchett's 
part again. 

Sandy and I went to her house for coffee; I looked over 
the place and was making encouraging noises about how 
nicely she had done the place up. I had started my tail 
at the point where I had tried to get Harry to make 
love to me, Sandy stopped me, she wanted all the 
details, what did I have on, how was Harry dressed, I 
back tracked and started over again in much greater 
details. When I mentioned how I was dressed and that I 
had seen Carol getting out of a taxi and asked if she 
fancied a late night chat, Sandy interrupted, "You 
wanted to let Tony get under your mac," 

"Tony wasn't there," I said, "Yes! But you didn't know 
that, did you?" I laughed, "I think subconsciously I 
was!" I then mentioned the man who walked in on us in 
the kitchen, I described his tanned muscular body in 
loving detail, all the time I was talking I was trying 
to decide whether to take that dammed pill or not. "Oh! 
You mean Dell," Sandy said, I nodded my head 
enthusiastically, and explained that it was his fault 
that I needed the MAP, because the condom fell off and 
he had fired a pint of premium baby juice into me. 
Sandy went a little silent, she rummaged around in a 
draw in the kitchen and finally took out a birthday 
card, it had "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed," on 
the front, and "Wishing you a Happy Birthday Dell, From 
Sandy and everyone at sixty-five." 

I was fighting for breath, "That's a trick card, Sandy, 
tell me that you have gotten it for him as a joke and 
he is nineteen or twenty or something!" I was well into 
babble mode when Sandy said, "Well at least he has 
managed to lose his cherry at last, you have no idea 
how difficult it is for a half-cast fifteen year old to 
get sex around here, "Half, Half, Half-cast, I 
spluttered out," the pill was in my mouth and washed 
down with a large gulp of scalding hot coffee. There 
was no way I could have passed a child who was mixed 
race off as Harry's in a million years, I didn't have a 
clue whether I would have fallen pregnant or not but 
now I didn't have to worry about it anymore, there 
would be other opportunities to get pregnant. "You're 
becoming somewhat of a celebrity in the 'hot 
housewife's' circle!" 

Sandy told me, she wanted to know if I would like to 
meet a few more men for uncomplicated sex, better make 
sure that you have your condom technique down pat 
though before you come around here for fun" Sandy said. 
When I looked at her as if I didn't know what she was 
talking about she explained, "Get him hot and ready 
before you skin him, you skin him, never let him put it 
on himself, get him close by hand and only let him in 
you for the shortest time possible, if he doesn't come 
kick his ass out and finish him with your hand." 

Sandy showed me a few small, natural sponges, and a 
tube of spermicidal jelly, better still, use these 
things, they stop 'funny Guy's' like the one in the car 
park trying to open up your cervix, and to be sure to 
be sure, use condom's and sponges, you use them over 
and over again, just wash them out. I pulled a face at 
the prospect of reusable anything going inside my 
precious place. 

"Well, how about it, do you want to have a few new 
experiences while you wait to see if young Harry is 
going to play the innocent after his contraceptive 
injection is put in?" I wasn't sure, last night had 
frightened me on so many levels that I was seriously 
thinking of calling in at a convent and seeing if they 
had any vacancies. 


Chapter 4
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I made myself a salad for lunch, I was sitting on the 
sofa with the TV on but without watching it, it was 
actually the football which I would watch if Harry was 
here, simply because he was so mad keen on the game, 
but for me, I would rather watch the news than 
football. I was actually taking the opportunity of 
being alone to try and sort out my crazy mixed up 
feelings. 

I could have taken a life earlier, there was no way of 
knowing if Dell's accident had resulted in my egg being 
fertilised but I had taken the pill that would have 
terminated it if it had. It was just like being in 
mourning, after someone close dies you feel so alone, 
my mind rushed back to how I felt when my grandmother 
passed away, I was so alone, even though I was in the 
middle of a crowed of people, all of them loved ones or 
friends, but still I had that feeling of being totally 
alone in the world, just the way I felt at that moment 
too. 

My private solitude was shattered by the happy, chirpy 
tune that announced a call on my mobile phone, "I 
should throw this thing in the river really" I thought 
to myself, the screen had a number instead of a name so 
I knew that it wasn't from a friend, I think if a 
friend had phoned me I would have just let it ring. 
"Hello," 

"Hi," I recognised the voice, it was Dell, "You 
shouldn't have phoned me, you could make things 
difficult for me!" 

"I saw that only your car is on your drive and I can 
see that you are alone," my head snapped around, I 
scanned through the window, I couldn't see him, then I 
noticed a small movement on the path leading to 
Bestwood Park, Dell was waving at me. I sat quietly for 
a moment, holding the phone to my ear and watching the 
handsome, young man, partly hidden from view, half way 
along the path to the wood. "Come out and talk to me," 

"Why," 

"I need you to come and talk to me." I sat quietly 
again for a few seconds, "Or would you prefer me to 
come over there and knock on your door?" 

"OK, give me a few minutes," I pressed the button, 
killing the call. 

This would be a novelty for me, walking the path into 
Bestwood Park, fully dressed, I had a summer dress on, 
trainers, panties and bra with my mackintosh to top the 
whole thing off, it was a little hot for a mackintosh 
but there were storm clouds gathering off in the 
distance, "Could rain later," I told myself. Dell was 
waiting just out of sight of the road, as I turned the 
bend in the path and he saw me his smile broadened, I 
recognised instantly those features that were 'tell 
tails' to his racial background.

I realised that I had thought of him as well tanned 
because I hadn't realised that he was Carol's son, that 
Carol and Tony were both white and so why would they be 
living with a mixed race young man. In the strong light 
of a summers afternoon, there was no mistaking the fact 
that Dell was a half-cast man. Dell reached out to hug 
me but I froze him out, I looked back, checked all 
around to see if we could be observed, when I looked 
back at Dell he looked downcast and dejected. I started 
to walk on toward the country park, giving Dell a 
slightly wide birth as I passed him, he stood still for 
a while, I tried to look back without moving my head, 
in my peripheral vision I saw him make a little 
'jinking' movement and he followed on behind me. 

There was a fork in path, a small sign pointed to the 
left, "Car Park." There was no mention what was to the 
right but I knew that the car park would be much too 
public to talk to Dell, I took the right path and 
walked for around half a mile before Dell caught me up. 
"Go in there," Dell was nodding toward a solid wall of 
bushes, I looked blankly at him and as he lifted a 
single branch I noticed that the grass that sided the 
footpath was worn away at that point. I had to stoop 
down a little but I was able to walk reasonably 
comfortable into the very heart of the bush. I felt a 
tap on my left hand side, "Take that path, to the 
left."

Dell could obviously see something that I clearly 
couldn't, but I found a line to my left that looked 
'man made', branches had been trimmed back to allow a 
passage through neighbouring bushes and out into a 
clearing beyond. There was a mature tree that had 
succumbed to a previous storm and was now lying across 
the clearing like a giant roadblock. I scanned around 
the clearing, there was a liberal scattering of tissues 
covering most of the clearing, I noticed several 
decomposing condom packets and the other side of the 
tree, just out of reach there were used condoms 
scattered around. 

"You come here often?" I said as my eyes finished 
scanning the detritus around my feet. 

"No, man, this isn't nothing to do with me, this is 
Guys," 

"What do you mean, Guys?" 

"The men that come here to 'do' each other, you know, 
bummers!" I got the picture, a trysting place for gay 
men to have casual sex unobserved. 

"Any way, I have to tell you how sorry I am for last 
night," I told him that it was an accident that could 
have happened to anyone, there was something about 
Dell's body language that told me I didn't know the 
whole truth. 

"I told my mum how upset you were and she told me that 
I had done something beyond mere stupidity and into, 
like, life threatening or something!" "What exactly did 
you do?" 

I asked, Dell told me a long and convoluted story that 
he had to break off mid way. There were sounds coming 
from the direction that we had entered the clearing, 
Dell grabbed at my hand and pulled me through another 
secret passage into another bush, the space wasn't much 
bigger than Dell and I. The passageway didn't actually 
go anywhere and it looked like it had been made for the 
porous of observing the clearings inhabitants, somewhat 
like a bird watchers hide, only the mating rituals that 
this hide took in were not performed by any bird. Dell 
indicated for me to be quiet, two men came into view in 
the clearing, they kissed, full on, with tongue. 

I watched in stunned silence as they began to touch 
each other, there seemed to be an older, more dominant 
man, he had the trousers of the less dominant man 
around his heels in seconds, he also had his shirt 
taken off and placed on the fallen tree. The dominant 
man bent down and took the others, fairly small, cock 
into his mouth and made a valiant effort at driving him 
to a climax with his mouth. From our vantage point I 
watched the crouching man playing around the others 
buttocks, I watched as he 'tested' the standing man's 
anus. The man being sucked suddenly changed his stance, 
he was trying to get his legs as far apart as he could 
with his trousers constricting around his ankles. And 
then I saw the finger disappear up his anus. 

As I watched, the whole scene unfolded in front of me, 
the man almost naked took his trousers and pants off, 
they were draped carefully on top of the shirt. The 
fully dressed man opened his zipper and took out a 
remarkably large member; he was around nine inches long 
and over four inches in circumference. I was at least 
glad to see that he pulled a rubber onto his cock 
before continuing, I watched as he opened a small 
packet, squeezed the content over the end of the condom 
and then on to two fingers which he began to work into 
the anal area of the more submissive man. I turned to 
Dell and gave him a puzzled look, Dell put his lips to 
my ear and whispered, "Slick, it's a special lubricant 
for condoms, these gay Guys always seem to use it." 

I saw the naked Guy bend down and place his palms on 
the trunk of the fallen tree, the fully dressed 
although well endowed Guy stepped up to his back and 
bent his knees slightly so that his cock head lined up 
exactly on the 'slicked-up' anus. I couldn't believe 
just how fascinating and exciting it was to watch two 
reasonably good looking men fucking in the open. If 
young Dell had reached out and touched me at that 
moment I would have forgotten all about the previous 
evening, forgotten all about the explanation that had 
been disrupted by the other men's appearance and let 
him fuck me right there, on the spot, and without a 
condom too. 

The love of two men is fleeting, from their arrival in 
the clearing to the condom being tied up and discarded 
was less than fifteen minutes. After they had vacated 
the 'plot' Dell and I returned to the clearing, "Do 
they come here often?" I asked naively, "I have seen 
both of them before, but never together, men usually 
just meet out on the path or in the car park and come 
her to do it in private," so their love was even more 
fleet than I had supposed. 

I told Dell to go on with his explanation, the gist of 
it was that Dell had often heard his, Jamaican father 
bragging to his Jamaican friends about how he had 
tricked Carol into getting pregnant on a one night 
stand by effecting the premature release of the condom. 
Dell had heard the story so often that he had thought 
it a pure act of fiction, he couldn't believe that a 
man could 'eject' the condom in the way his father had 
described so often and that once ejected the woman 
wouldn't instantly feel the difference and stop the 
proceedings. 

My head fell, I had been the experiment of a misguided 
schoolboy, I held my head in my hands, tears were 
welling up in my eyes, I was now officially depressed. 
Dell took my arm and guided me to the tree trunk, he 
helped me to sit down and he stood in front of me 
stroking the back of my head. "You see that I had to 
tell you don't you?" I was totally numb, Dell's voice 
was coming through very faintly, as if he was a mile 
away, "Mum told me to just forget it and let you sort 
things out yourself, but I couldn't do that could I?" 

Dell raised my head from my hands, the tears had formed 
two streams down my face and had wet the lapels of my 
over coat. I was looking at Dell's eyes without 
recognition, I could see that he was truly sorry for 
what he had put me through but this was no child 
running away from his actions, he was a man, standing 
there to take whatever I was going to dish out in the 
way of punishment. I tried to stand but my legs would 
bare my weight.

There was no longer a mental process going on in my 
head, my heart was beating, my lungs filling and 
emptying but that was all, oh and my tear ducts were 
working overtime. The rain, threatened for so long 
began to fall, the first few droplets were huge, they 
seemed to be the size of side plates, each one hitting 
with the sound of a stick on a drum. Dell rushed away 
after making sure that I could support myself. 

It took seconds for my mackintosh to begin earning it's 
keep, the cloud burst and sent an inch of water an hour 
down to earth. Dell had a huge sheet of muddy plastic 
sheeting; he held it over my head to protect me from 
the worst of the rain. Dell was wearing only jeans and 
a 'T'-shirt but he didn't seek shelter from the rain, 
he saw it as part of his punishment to suffer while 
trying to protect me from further harm. 

Darkness had fallen, Dell was soaked to the skin and he 
was shivering in the failing light, he had stood his 
ground for several hours, taking everything the storm 
could throw at him to protect me from any more 
discomfort. It was the sound of the boy shivering that 
had brought me out of my 'semi-catatonia'. "I should be 
getting off home," I said, Dell raced to my assistance, 
he helped me up, it was ten thirty, it shouldn't be 
fully dark for at least an hour but the clouds of the 
storm had stolen more than an hour of the daylight. 
Harry's car wasn't on the driveway, Dell had held my 
arm, steadying me for the mile or so that we had walked 
to the point where my house came into view and then he 
released his hold and moved to a few paces behind me, a 
deniable distance. 

I was sitting in a hot bath when Harry finally walked 
in the house, I checked the time, eleven thirty, "That 
was late for Harry to come in" I thought to myself. 
Harry called to see if I wanted any tea or coffee, "No, 
I'm OK thanks," "Wow that was good, I sounded perfectly 
normal, there was no echo of emptiness in my voice, no 
quivering sign of betrayal, no squeak of utter despair 
and no flattened edge of depression. I was functioning 
on an almost 'normal' level" I said to myself. Harry 
needed the bathroom, well he needed the bath, he simply 
had to have a shower before going to bed and it was 
well past Harry's normal bedtime already. 

I slipped from the hot suds, pulled a soft, fluffy bath 
sheet around my body, Harry stripped off and leaped 
into my dirty water. I was still sitting on the edge of 
the bed drying myself as Harry rushed past me, I 
preferred to pat myself dry gently, Harry was trying to 
remove the wet skin with the friction rub of the towel 
in the hopes that the layer below would be dry. Harry 
was actually snoring before I had hung the towel over 
the cold radiator. Force of habit, the radiator would 
remain cold for some months, well into Autumn actually 
but I still went through the process of putting the 
towel out to dry on the heater. 

Sleep was really slow in coming; I would have been 
tempted to drive into the car park, "Just to look!" I 
told myself, but there was work to consider, and with 
the little sleep I had since Thursday night and all of 
the emotional and sexual tension that I had been under 
for the past fifty hours or so I was really exhausted. 
It must have been around two thirty when I finally 
succumbed to Morpheus and then nothingness. People, 
glibly say, slept like a log, well I slept like a 
stone, a big stone, no, wait, a mountain, I slept like 
I was at the exact centre of a huge granite mountain, I 
had achieved absolute zero, that point where all 
vibration stops. 

When I woke up, it was like a light being turned on in 
a dark room, the transition period between sleep and 
total wakefulness was a millisecond or less. The space 
at my side contained a cold, Harry shaped, indentation, 
there was no sound, no running water from the toilet, 
shower or hot water tank filling. There was no sound of 
the radio from the kitchen, the essential accompaniment 
to Harry's breakfast, nothing at all, I checked the 
clock, ten o'clock, "Shit, I have a meeting with the 
finance director at ten to discuss the financial 
projections before the board meeting this afternoon," I 
said to myself. 

I saw a note propped against a cup of cold coffee, 
"Darling! Tried for over twenty minutes to wake you, 
phoned into work for you and told them you were sick. I 
have taken a change of clothing with me, AGM of the 
sports and social club tonight, just so I don't disturb 
you, get as much rest as you can. Have put your mobile 
on silent, pulled the phone out of the socket and 
turned the power off to the doorbell so they don't 
disturb you either. Love H." I rubbed my eyes, "Do you 
know why women rub their eyes when they wake up?" I 
heard Harry's voice saying in my head, "No, because 
they don't have bollocks to scratch!" He said that 
every time I woke up and he saw me rub my eyes. 

I threw open my curtains, the view from my bedroom was 
one of the reasons that Harry and I chose this house 
over every other we looked at, it was a lot more 
expensive than we really wanted to pay but we just knew 
that even on the dreariest Monday morning that view 
would give us the boost to carry on and go to work. The 
day after a bad summer storm always gave the best view 
of Bestwood Country Park, I could see for miles, every 
shade of green available to God's wondrous pallet. 
Seeing that, all of nature's beauty, it put all of my 
problems and worries into perspective. 

I also noticed a figure that I recognised, Dell was 
pacing back and forth, kicking at the stones on the 
path leading off into the park, there was quite a bald 
patch where all of the stones had been dispatched by 
his size eight trainers. I saw him freeze to the spot, 
his hand, like a gunfighter drawing down on his 
opponent, pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and I 
watched as his fingers dialled a well-practised number. 
I checked my phone, twenty-five missed calls, turned in 
front of my eyes to twenty-six, I pressed the pick-up 
button. "Hi," Dell's voice sounded anxious, "Hi," my 
simple reply, "Come out and talk to me please," I 
waited a moment, the walking would have been all too 
much for me, "Would you like a coffee?" "Where?" 
"Here!" "No way, my mum told me if she knew I had been 
anywhere near your front door she would bury me in the 
garden without killing me first." "OK," I closed the 
call and left my bedroom. I took a pee in the bathroom 
and wandered down to the kitchen. Nothing unusual you 
may say, but for me it was a life-changing thing. 

I would never normally wander around the house in just 
my nightdress; never go down stairs in the morning 
before a shower and fresh clothing. I filled the 
kettle, one cup would have boiled faster but a full 
kettle meant that I could drown myself in coffee if I 
needed too. A movement caught my eye, a head popped up 
over the rear fence, then again, Dell had made his way 
into the road behind my house, the houses that backed 
on to us were much smaller and had an access way that 
ran across the rear of our fence, the head was now a 
torso. Dell had managed to scale a seven-foot high 
fence; he ran down the path to my back door, I had it 
open before he knocked. 

"Right, if anyone asks I have been nowhere near your 
front door," Dell had that wide-open smile of the 
teenager who has worked out how to beat the system. I 
nodded toward a seat at the side of the kitchen table, 
"Milk and sugar?" I asked over my shoulder, the reply 
didn't come from fifteen feet away as I expected but 
much closer, "Milk and one, please." 

Dell was standing a few inches behind me; I could now 
feel his hot breath as it fell on the back of my neck. 
Dell reached out a hand and placed it on my shoulder, 
he turned me from the sink. I stood there, eyes cast 
down at my feet, I felt incredibly guilty, what 
happened before, that was in ignorance, I knew how old 
he was now and I still had the same feelings for him 
that I had on Saturday night, 'LUST'. 

Dell lifted my chin so that my eyes were locked on his, 
he leaned forward slightly, allowed his lips to brush 
against mine, the touch was as slight as the beating of 
an angel's wing. I melted inside, Dell edged his right 
leg forward, pressed his knee between my knees, there 
was an involuntary reaction, my knees parted slightly. 
The pressure on my lips grew slightly as did the 
pressure of his knee and my legs opened slightly wider. 
Dell reached out with his left hand and placed it on my 
right hip. 

"Your nighty feels really soft," Dell said without 
moving his lips from mine, he began to stroke down and 
around onto my buttocks. His hand felt incredibly hot 
against my skin, even through the material of my 
nightdress. Dell grew in confidence, his tongue eased 
my lips apart and he had moved so that his abdomen was 
pressing against my hip. His cock pressing hard against 
my thigh. As the kissing grew in passion so did Dell's 
hand and body, he was lifting the back of my nighty, 
struggling slightly because his body was trapping the 
material against my body at the front. Eventually I 
felt his hot flesh against my bare buttocks, his hand 
now squeezing there, he eased himself away from me 
slightly and my nighty suddenly flew up at the front, 
making it easier for him to fondle my bottom. 

Dell suddenly stopped; he looked concerned, "Is this 
ok? I mean, after the last time, you know, is it OK?" I 
didn't respond, just closed my eyes and allowed his 
mouth to explore mine. Dell removed my nighty totally 
and I stood before him, nude and open, Cosmo' had 
mentioned times how a woman's vagina changes when she 
is aroused, the whole, blood being drawn into the 
fleshy tissues around the labia making them swell and 
change colour. I know that in the past I had been 
aroused but this was different, Dell hadn't touched 
either my breasts or my vagina so there was no external 
attenuation factor to hide what my body was doing. I 
could actually feel my pussy filling out, feel the heat 
as extra blood was being delivered there, almost feel 
the change to an off white colour to a coral pink. Dell 
just stood there drinking in my beauty with his eyes. 

There was much 'umming' and 'erring' coming from Dell, 
he wanted to do something, he had taken things so far 
and now he was stuck for what he had to do next. 
"Should I go and wash?," Dell was pointing in the rough 
direction of his groin, "You know, wash down there, 
that's if this is all OK?" I threw my nighty in the 
direction of the utility room and the laundry basket 
beyond; I took Dell's hand and led him through the 
house and up to the bathroom. I found a dry towel for 
him to use and I watched as he stripped off and climbed 
into the bath and under the stream of water from the 
shower mounted above. 

Standing watching Dell in the shower made me regret not 
having a freestanding shower cabinet, which was an 
option at the time we had the shower installed. The 
bathroom was big enough for one but putting the shower 
over the bath was much cheaper, but it didn't allow for 
two to share safely. Dell's body was tight, fit and 
muscular, the water running over his skin showed off 
his coloration perfectly, and his wonderful erection, 
standing out so big and proud. Dell took extra care in 
washing his glans, his penis wasn't circumcised and 
just pulling his foreskin all the way back was a 
problem when he was fully erect. 

Once satisfied that he had cleansed every bit that 
could be cleansed he turned to me and smiled his 
broadest smile. I helped him to dry himself, there we 
were, both nude, I had one dilemma though, I couldn't 
use my marital bed, not to commit adultery. We had two 
spare bedrooms, the smaller was totally filled with 
junk, and the larger had a bed in it but it wasn't made 
up or aired and there were no curtains in that room 
either. 

I led Dell through to the spare room with the bed, 
rather than the one with the rubbish, "Not very 
appealing, sorry," I said, Dell stepped back and looked 
into the smaller room, "More appealing than that room," 
he replied. A little light illuminated his face, "You 
have any large candles?" I nodded in affirmation, "Your 
living room as a real fireplace?" I nodded once again, 
"Right girl, you fetch all the candles you can find and 
I'll meet you in the living room." Dell's smile lit me 
up slightly, never mind how it lit up his own face, I 
giggled like a teenager and ran off to collect all the 
candles I could find. 

Dell had spotted a huge lamb's wool rug in the junk 
room and as I collected up candles Dell was running my 
Hoover over the rug in the living room. I stood twenty 
large candles and many more, smaller ones, in the 
hearth, it was a bit of a task to light all of those 
candles but the effect was like having a fire blazing 
in the hearth, Dell had closed the curtains at the 
front window which put the room in partial darkness, he 
didn't bother to close the rear curtains as the back 
window wasn't overlooked. 

With the lambs wool rug spread out in front of forty or 
so flickering candles Dell invited me to lie with him 
on the floor. "OK, right, if you want me to put a skin 
on, I promise no funny business, but it would feel much 
better if I could do it bareback, for me and for you. 
Mum told me that you had probably had the morning after 
pill so you'll be safe until next month, right?" I had 
no idea if that was right or not, mobile phone, "Hi 
Tracey, can't talk for long I'm at work," "Sorry Sandy, 
I took the MAP yesterday, will that cover me until my 
next ovulation?," "Let me get back to you," "Thanks 
Sandy." 

We just have to wait a while, I wasn't use to 
initiating sex, and I was even less use to leading the 
proceedings but as there would be an interlude before I 
could 'let loose the dog of war' that was Dell, in all 
his horny glory; I began to touch his cock. In all of 
the time I had spent with Harry I had, at his request, 
and in total darkness, masturbated him and given him 
oral pleasure, this was the first time I was in 
reasonable light, making the aggressor moves on a man. 
I cradled Dell's cock in my hand and felt the power 
surge through it as it grew in my fingers. 

Dell was just sitting there passively, waiting for me 
to take the action to him, I eased my body forward and 
bent down, when his cock was at half mast I had managed 
to completely uncover his glans, now as his cock filled 
out I watched as his foreskin became trapped behind the 
ridge of his glans. I moistened my lips and eased his 
now fully erect penis into my mouth. Dell took a deep 
inward breath, his hand rested on the back of my head, 
he encouraged me to take him deeper into my mouth by 
pressing gently downward on my head. Each fraction of 
an inch that my lips crept along his shaft I got little 
gasps of appreciation from him. 

I had reached the point where my 'gag' reflex kicked in 
and stopped, I was about to pull my head back up but 
Dell was begging me to go lower, I took the 'gag' and 
stopped, then a little more, almost choked and eased 
back, when Tony had cum in my mouth he had just pulled 
my head hard in one go, I hadn't actually gagged that 
time, just felt sick when my belly was filled with the 
alkali of sperm that was sloshing about. I took all of 
my courage in my hands and dropped my head as hard and 
as fast as I could. I felt Dell's cock head 'pop' 
through my oesophagus, my lips were pressing directly 
against the base of his cock. 

I noticed that my 'gag' reflex had now turned into a 
swallow reflex; my oesophagus was, in effect, milking 
Dell's glans. I had to pull back from time to time to 
take in a gulp or two of fresh air but I managed to 
bring him off using mainly the swallowing action in my 
throat. I swallowed down his load, I seemed to be 
drinking for ages as his cock jerked it's cream deep 
into my stomach. I remembered how full he had made the 
condom on his second climax of the evening on Saturday 
night, I knew that I had only taken in a few 
millilitres in reality but it felt like gallons. If 
things between Harry and I got back to a reasonable 
level I would be able to give him a lot more fun with 
my oral performance than I had ever given him before. 

The phone broke the magic, Dell and I were just 
cuddling on the wonderfully soft rug, his cock had 
relaxed again and his foreskin had now fallen back into 
place. "Hi, oh hi Sandy? What news" "You're covered for 
seventy two hours, that's an approximate time, unless 
you have a bleed, if you do then you will be ok until 
just before your next ovulation, and who is the lucky 
sod?" "I never kiss and tell," "Well you better, later, 
you might need my help again soon!" "OK, later." I 
threw my phone onto the sofa, "Sandy is a nosy bugger," 
Dell said, I nodded. Well you'll be pleased, for one 
day only we can do it 'au natural'. 

"Would you like me to 'do' you with my mouth, like you 
did for me?" "No darling, I want to feel you buried 
deep in my womb, as deep and as hard as you can!" It 
was only Dell's third time between a woman's legs, he 
had fired off too quickly that first time, and he had 
pissed about the second and totally spoilt my enjoyment 
of the whole thing the second time, "Third time's a 
charm," I thought to myself, and I was right.

Dell was a quick study, he was managing to drive my 
pleasure this time instead of me having to do those 
extra little things to achieve my climax. Dell had been 
taking note of what I had done and now he was doing it 
for me, he altered his position and angle of attack 
several times until he saw by the look on my face that 
he had hit the magic spot. He even tried his hand at 
lifting my legs behind his elbows and hit himself hard 
against my pubic bone, "Where did that come from?" I 
said as I came down from the roof, "Seen it in a film," 
I laughed, "Isn't TV wonderful?" I thought to myself. 

Dell brought me to several climaxes, trying slightly 
different things, differing his speed, pressure, 
position etc. But each time the result was the same, as 
soon as he had figured out exactly what he was doing 
and did it right I began to climb those stairs to a 
powerful climax, and each time as I began the climb 
Dell would lift his head away from me slightly and look 
down on my face to marvel at the effect he was having 
on me. 

It would be wrong to say that Harry had never fulfilled 
me, sexually, Harry had often driven me to an orgasm, 
the difference here was that to Dell the climax was a 
starting point, Dell wanted to take me way beyond, to 
Harry my climax was his job done. 

At the first sign of my climax Harry would fire off his 
load and call out for pizza, I had believed that my 
sexual relationship with Harry was fulfilling me 
totally, all that multiple orgasm crap in Cosmo' was 
just editorialising, making us poor saps buy their mag' 
in the hopes of one day learning how to achieve the 
impossible. Until last Friday I had believed myself to 
be truly lucky to be Harry's life partner and truly in 
love with him. I wasn't 'in love' with Dell, that was 
just lust, and I was learning a valuable lesson of my 
own too, I really had to separate love from lust. 

Dell had guided my body through five or six orgasms, 
each one was very long lasting, each one had satisfied 
me in a way far beyond anything Harry had ever done for 
me before and each one was rewarded with a look from 
Dell, his, "Look, I've done it again, taken you to the 
moon and back, easy!" "Can I finish off inside?" 
"What?" "You know, can I go all the way or would you 
prefer me to finish off outside?" I finally realised 
that he was asking if he could climax inside my vagina, 
"Sandy said I was ok for today so go ahead," I said. 
"Can we try it a different way?" Dell asked, 

"What do you have in mind?" 

Dell took the three seat cushions from the sofa and 
placed them on the sheepskin rug, "Rest your chest on 
top of them" Dell told me, as I began to move forward I 
hesitated, "Where are you going?" I asked, "Not there!" 
He said.

I smiled and moved into position, Dell did miss on his 
first attempt and apologised for missing the right 
hole. When Dell finally began to fuck me from behind he 
really lit my lights, I could see the word 'tilt' 
flashing in front of my eyes as I rocketed to a 
powerful climax, I was kept hovering on the climactic 
plane for ages. Dell even managed to reach around and 
massage my breasts, that was a bonus, I realised that 
he was concentrating on keeping his body weight off of 
me by using his hands and arms for support and that's 
why he hadn't plaid with my 'top deck' toys. 

Eventually he said, "It's no good, I can't see your 
face, it isn't so good for me," and that was that, Dell 
pulled his cock from my body and was about to turn me 
around when I remembered a picture that someone had 
shown me from the internet, "Hold on let me try this," 
I said. I turned on to my back, perched precariously on 
top of the stack of seat cushions and allowed my head 
to fall backwards over the edge of the top cushion. My 
mouth was in a perfect position to accept his cock, he 
eased himself gently forward and his cock slid in, it 
entered my mouth totally, his balls were clanging 
against my nose. I wasn't quite sure if it was the fact 
that I had already desensitised my throat from the 
earlier pounding I had given it but I didn't gag once. 

The previous time I had done all the work and Dell had 
just been still and passive, I was in no position this 
time to move anything except my tongue so it was up to 
Dell to do everything this time. He started by slowly 
rocking himself back and forth so that his cock slid a 
fraction of an inch in and out of my mouth, "Mmmmm, I 
tastes good," I thought to myself as I cleaned all of 
my own cum from around his cock shaft. 

Dell reached forward and began to rub his fingers 
through my pubic hair, as he slowly built up speed in 
my mouth his fingers got more daring, he took me to 
heaven with his finger tips teasing and, so softly, 
massaging my clitoris, and then he fell forward and 
began to kiss my abdomen, his cock was forced deep in 
my throat, I felt his body spasm as the, now familiar 
feeling of hot sperm rushing through my throat and into 
my stomach, I smiled inwardly. 

I threw the cushions back onto the sofa and pulled Dell 
to my side and curled up for a cuddle, Dell was rubbing 
himself, he was trying to rebuild his softening 
erection, I gave him my best; 'what the fuck are you 
doing' look, "You said!," "What?" "You said I could do 
it inside!" Dell still wanted to hold me to my promise 
of allowing him to climax inside my vagina. Oh the 
miracle of youth, all I wanted to do really was to have 
an after glow cuddle.

I was totally sated, all of my possible sexual needs 
fulfilled apart from the one, closeness after sex, but 
Dell had regained his 'strength' in less than five 
minutes and was eager to rejoin the battle. Dell 
climbed aboard in the conventional 'missionary' 
position with the added dimension that he pulled my 
legs up behind his elbows to expose me more and allow 
him greater penetration, he was trying to get me up to 
my climax again but I told him that it was ok for me 
not to go there this time, he should just try to 
satisfy himself. 

"No way, I want to see you cum first, I love watching 
your face when you lose it." Dell pounded away, he did 
manage to get me off the ground once again, I couldn't 
even hazard a guess at how many times Dell had driven 
me into that heavenly state of orgasmic euphoria but I 
was flying once again and he began grunting his passion 
out, I was washed over with his seed, it filled me 
totally, Dell must have been a walking sperm bank and I 
made the largest withdrawal of the day, his seed was 
spilling out all over the lambs wool rug. 

And then we cuddled, we had started fucking at around 
eleven o'clock, and it was now almost four o'clock, "I 
should go, just in case your husband comes home early!" 
"It's OK, he has a meeting after work and he took his 
change of clothes with him," Dell relaxed and we 
spooned together and drifted into a shallow sleep. 


Chapter 5
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It was a tap on the window that woke me up, I was 
disoriented and slightly confused, "Where the hell am 
I?" I thought to myself, I was lying on my back on the 
lambs wool rug, it all came back to me, the body, face 
down pressing me into the rug was Dell, a fifteen, 
almost sixteen year old boy. Dell was lying on top of 
me, face down, his head, nestled in the 'crook' of my 
neck, his right arm lying down my left side and his 
hand pressed under my left buttock. 'tap, tap' there 
was the tapping on the window again, I pushed Dell, 
"What's the time?" 

I asked him, he tugged his hand out from under my bum, 
he lifted his head up. Looked around, spotted his watch 
which he had put on the coffee table just above my 
head. He had to squirm around on top of me slightly to 
be able to reach above my head, causing his chest to 
rotate on top of my breasts and squish them down even 
more than they were already. This movement caused a 
memory trigger, something Harry often did; I would have 
to check my diary later to see if I had mentioned it at 
all. 

"God, it's seven o'clock," Dell said, 'tap, tap', there 
was the window again, Dell had heard it this time too 
and was on his feet, I couldn't believe him, his cock 
was standing like a flagpole, we had fucked so much a 
few hours earlier that I felt sure that he needed 
nothing more in that way for a while. He cracked the 
curtain open slightly, turned his head toward me and 
said, "It's Sandy, shall I let her in?" "Are you 
crazy?" I said pointing to my naked body and then at 
his; "Sandy's cool, she won't care!" he said and 
bounded out of the room. I heard the latch on the door 
being turned, a "Come in," from Dell as he bounced back 
into the living room. 

In the seconds I had to try and compose myself I 
noticed that I had huge patches of dried sperm on the 
insides of both thighs, my pubic hair was matted with 
the stuff too. I tried to stand up; I could just about 
get into the kitchen before Sandy got in the room. I 
was wrong, my bottom was stuck to the rug, "God that 
boy must have a tanker instead of balls," I thought to 
myself. I had my left arm covering my breasts and my 
left hand covering as much of my pussy as I could. Dell 
bounced down at my side and sat there with a broad grin 
on his face. 

Sandy stepped into the room, plonked herself down on 
the sofa after first straightening the seat cushions. 
"Well, a little early evening delight?" Sandy said, 
then she looked at the hearth, all of the small candles 
had burnt themselves out, most of the larger ones too, 
there were only six candles still burning and a huge 
'scab' of solidified candle wax covering most of the 
hearth's floor. "Mmmmmm I see most of the day delight, 
rather than just afternoon!" I know I blushed, 
fortunately with the curtains closed at the front it 
was a little dark for Sandy to see me colour up. 

Dell on the other hand looked as pleased as punch. 
"I'll have one sugar in mine," Sandy said, not to 
anyone in particular but to 'us' in general. "Oh, OK, 
I'll do it," Dell bounced to his feet, his cock looked 
great as it passed my face, I had, until the past 
thirty-six hours or so, been a reluctant oral lover, 
now as I watched Dell's cock bounce past my eyes. 

I licked my lips, imagining what it would taste like 
with the mixture of my dried love juice and his sperm 
all over it. Because I was trying to hide my nakedness 
I wasn't trying to extract my flesh from the iron grip 
of the lambs wool rug, Sandy must have thought I was 
some kind of tart, sitting there in the nude on the rug 
instead of going to get dressed. Sandy and I engaged in 
small talk for a few minutes, Dell walked in the room 
with one cup of coffee and the nighty that I had 
discarded in the kitchen that morning. 

"You look uncomfortable, I'd prefer to see you like 
this all the time but that's not fare on you." I 
slipped the garment on and got Dell to stand behind me 
and help me to my feet, there was a blinding pain as 
the fine strands of wool were torn from my bottom and I 
was sure that some of my bottom had been left behind on 
the rug. I went to sit by Sandy's side on the sofa, 
Dell was standing in front of us, Sandy beckoned Dell 
to her, she touched his penis, he was still solid and 
at full mast, she tried to peel back his foreskin and 
he winced a little with the pain.

"I think you need to make an appointment with the 
doctor young man." My mind put two and two together and 
made five, "What for?" There was a real note of panic 
in my voice, "He needs to be circumcised," Sandy said. 
She told us that he was ok until he started to have 
sex, now because of the tightness of his foreskin and 
the fact that he had turned out to be such a 'big boy', 
he would suffer a lot if he didn't have the restriction 
removed. 

Dell was totally unconcerned that Sandy had just played 
with his manhood, almost accepted or even expected it. 
He just turned and asked me if I would like a coffee, I 
shook my head, "Well hotch up then," he asked me, then 
he pulled my hand and I sailed to my feet. Dell slipped 
down in my place and then pulled me back down so that I 
was sitting on his knee. Dell made a deft move as I was 
on the downward journey to his knee; he flipped the 
back of my nighty up so that my bare bottom made 
contact with his bare knee. 

As Sandy and I chatted Dell was moving subtly so that 
his cock was nestling against my labia, he made no 
sound at all as he moved the last inch and his cock 
popped into my body. My eyes closed slightly as I felt 
the wonderful feeling of boyhood inside of me. 

Sandy had asked if I had ever done any amateur 
dramatics, "No," "what, not even at school?" "No, 
never." Dell's left hand had sneaked under the hem of 
my nighty and was even now fondling my breast, pinching 
my nipple, squeezing the flesh gently, appreciating the 
response he felt to his ministrations. "Well I'm a 
member of the Arnold, amateur dramatics, we need as 
many men and women as we can get to take part in a 
charity play," Sandy said. "I don't think I would be 
very good on stage," the words were coming out of me in 
short gasps as Dell was now rocking me back and forth 
on his knee, on his cock. Sandy was smiling all across 
her face, "I'm sure that Dell would love to be in the 
play too, it would give you two an opportunity to meet 
once a week," Sandy had just recruited two new actors 
for the play. 

It didn't take Dell long to shoot his load into me, he 
didn't make any sound, didn't drive me to a climax, he 
must have guessed how embarrassed I would have been if 
I had lost control like that in front of Sandy. Dell 
patted my back, his way of telling me that I could now 
get off of his lap if I wanted to. I took the 
opportunity to stand up, Sandy's eyes flashed down on 
to Dell's lap, there was still semen oozing from his 
foreskin, Sandy dipped a finger into the pool and 
smiled again. I could feel my face glowing bright red 
in the darkened room, I made an excuse and ran 
upstairs. I sat on the toilet and watched Dell's 
deposit running from my body, it almost looked like I 
was peeing.

As I sat there I remembered the memory jogger that Dell 
had caused earlier when he ground his chest into my 
breasts to reach above my head. After I cleaned myself 
I rushed into my bedroom, found my diary, I had noted 
with a red 'X' each date that Sandy had estimated my 
ovulation had started, I counted back four days from 
each one and I got the same note: 'H crushed my breasts 
last night again, then I was too dry for intimacy 
without lubrication, I hate H having to do that to me, 
I wonder if I get turned off when he crushes me?' 

The pattern seemed to be, normal sex for around ten 
days, almost every day, following the second day of my 
period, then, sex was less frequent for the rest of the 
cycle, but each time we had sex in that part of my 
cycle I always seemed to be too dry for sex. That 
didn't ring true though, according to Cosmo' a woman's 
body excretes a lubricating fluid at ovulation, the 
fluid is to allow her egg an easy passage through her 
fallopian tubes, that means that I should have been 
more lubricated than usual not less. 

I had to go into my room to get dressed anyway so I 
searched above the bed to try and find what Harry could 
have been reaching for on those occasions when he 
crushed me into the bed. OK, most people have a regular 
headboard I know, but we had a book case as our 
headboard. The bottom shelf was there as normal, the 
first shelf up, which would have been below the level 
of the mattress had been moved up, turned through 
ninety degrees and fastened below the second shelf, 
right at the front of the book case, to form a pillow 
stop. Then there were three shelves of storage right 
there above the bed, I checked the lowest shelf, what I 
was looking for had to be on my side of the bed, just 
passed the central line. All I found was a brightly 
coloured ceramic pot, it had a tight seal on the lid, 
something like a jam jar. 

I opened the jar and it was full of a steel blue 
powder, there was no smell to the powder but I didn't 
want to dip a finger in it or anything, I had a sudden 
thought, it could almost be the remains of some dead 
person and a shiver ran down my spine. I called to 
Sandy to come upstairs, I had my bra and panties on as 
she walked in the room, she looked at my under garments 
and had to struggle to hold back her laughter, "What 
the hell are those? Did your mother get them for you?" 
I ignored her comments, my under garments are for my 
comfort and mine alone, not a fashion item to be shown 
off to anyone else. I opened the small pot, "What do 
you think this could be?" 

"Alum!" the phrase 'does not compute' ran across my 
forehead, "It's used to tighten up a lose woman!" Sandy 
said, "How the hell does she know things like that?" I 
said to myself. "Before, when I was first married and 
my husband was the jealous type, if I had sex with 
someone else and had to go home to my husband, I 
couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't want sex, he would 
have caught me out, so I used Alum to make me feel dry 
and tight, sometimes he carried on anyway and others he 
was put off by the effort of trying to get me wet." 

I must have exhibited my "Sandy, you are full of crap" 
look because she rubbed her finger down her dress to 
make it as dry as possible, then she dipped her finger 
into the powder, she pulled it out and it had a thick 
covering of the powder, I was amazed, I had expected, 
with a totally dry finger, that it would have come out 
with nothing at all on it. Sandy used her other hand to 
pull the front of my knickers forward and pushed her 
powder-covered finger between my thighs. 

"Feel your self now," she said, I dipped a finger into 
myself, I was totally dry and very tight, "You have 
just had a pussy full of Dell's baby cream haven't you, 
well does it feel like it?" I sat on the bed awkwardly, 
Harry must have been doing something like that each 
time he wanted sex in those dangerous days of my cycle, 
but why would he do that and still have sex with me? 

Sandy's eyes were scanning the contents of the 
bookshelf headboard, reading the titles on the book 
spines and taking every thing in, "What have you got 
one of those for?" "One of what?" She reached to the 
spot, which was next to the space vacated by the small 
brightly coloured pot, "This is the lubricant dispenser 
that a doctor would use for cervical examinations or to 
place an instrument inside a woman's womb," Sandy said. 
I had actually put the tube out of my mind completely, 
it was white, ten inched long and four inched in 
circumference. It had a four inch long applicator tube, 
the printing on the tube was simple, 'Medical quality 
lubricant gel'. 

The reason I had erased it from my mind to the point 
that I didn't actually see it if I looked along the 
shelf was because it was to do with sex, and worse than 
that, it was to correct a deficiency on my part. Sandy 
unscrewed the top and squeezed a line of the gel onto 
her finger, my flesh crawled slightly, "Do you know 
where that thing has been?" I said, "Yes," Sandy was 
studying the gel on her fingertip, she sniffed at it, 
she put her thumb to her forefinger and rubbed the gel 
between them, then she tried to pull a string of the 
gel between her thumb and forefinger. "This is 
definitely not lubricating gel!" 

"How do you know?" Sandy reached into her handbag, she 
removed a small pot, "Natural sponge," she said, then 
she found a small tube at the bottom of her bag. She 
pulled my hand to her and laid a trail from her tube on 
my index finger, then a trail of the lubricating gel on 
my middle finger. "Can you see any difference?" 

I looked carefully, "No, they look exactly the same," I 
said. "Now smell them," I brought the two strings of 
gel to my nose, went from one to the other and back, 
"No they both smell exactly the same," I said. "Now rub 
the first one between your finger and thumb," I did, 
Sandy was waiting with a tissue to wipe my thumb 
quickly so that I could do the same to the second 
sample, "Absolutely no difference," I said. Then the 
shocker, Sandy showed me that the manufacturer of the 
cream was the company that Harry worked for, then 
shocker number two, and this was the biggie, the cream 
in Sandy's tube was spermicidal jelly. 

Sandy was still puzzling over why the gel had been put 
into the container that it had been, "Does Harry put 
this stuff in you after he tells you that you need a 
little lubrication?" I nodded an affirmation, "Does it 
hurt a little when he puts the cream in?" 

I nodded again, "Do you watch him put it in?" 

I shook my head at this question, "I always have my 
eyes closed and it is usually mostly dark and Harry is 
usually bent over me so all I would have seen would be 
his back anyway." Sandy pushed me on to my back on the 
bed; she covered my body with hers and eased my 
knickers down. She pulled my legs up so that my knees 
were as wide apart as possible, and the soles of my 
feet were pressed together. 

"Are you usually like this when Harry puts the cream 
in?" "Yes," I felt a light scratch, in my memory replay 
I felt that scratch every time, then there was the pain 
that I always tried to block out of my mind. "Does it 
feel like that when he puts the cream in?" "Yes," Sandy 
sat up, she had left the tube inside my vagina, I had 
expected to see just the applicator's nozzle inside of 
me but the tube was right inside, Sandy told me to feel 
for myself, she helped me to sit up, and she guided my 
fingers. 

I was shocked to feel the applicators nozzle was 
actually engaged inside the neck of my womb, the very 
thin tip of the nozzle allowed it to slip easily past 
the muscle that should have kept my cervix closed. 
"Harry has been lacing you up with spermicidal jell 
before he fucks you, how long as he been doing that?" 
"Ever since we got married I think!" "Well you have no 
need to worry about falling pregnant after today's 
session with young Dell anyway, I have pumped you so 
full of this stuff that it would need am immaculate 
conception to get you pregnant after that stuff. 

Dell had become bored with being down stairs by 
himself, he had come looking for us but also for his 
clothes, he had been standing in the doorway watching 
my own personal little drama unfold. I was feeling very 
emotional, I knew that I was close to tears but was 
fighting to hold them back. Dell came in; he sat by my 
side, put a comforting arm around my shoulder and 
pulled me backward on to the bed. Dell half covered my 
body as he began to kiss me once again, his cock was 
pressing against my upper thigh, the boy was hard once 
again, 'Oh the miracle of youth'. 

I felt Sandy remove the tube of gel from my cervix and 
vagina, the difference between how Sandy removed the 
tube and how Harry removed it was that Sandy didn't 
carry on injecting the gel into me as she pulled the 
tube from me. Dell was inching himself over my body, 
moving slowly but surly into his favourite position 
between my thighs. I put Sandy out of my mind for a 
while, my eyes were closed, I was kissing Dell and 
there was a building feeling of anticipation in my 
loins. 

Dell finally got into position and pushed down, "Ouch! 
Ouch!" Del exclaimed, "Wow you're tight," Del said, his 
voice had broken the magic slightly, my eyes opened and 
I saw Sandy still sitting on the edge of my bed, 
watching as I was being fucked by her best friends son. 
I had left the wardrobe door open while I had been 
selecting my clothes to put on and now I could see the 
reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. 

I saw Dell's and my feet, looking up I could almost see 
the point of out union but not quite, I saw Sandy 
sitting by our side, her hand was lazily stroking 
Dell's back, she dwelled a moment with her hand on 
Dell's bottom, Dell was beginning to increase his speed 
slightly. This wasn't a secret fuck under cover of my 
nighty, this was the full blown thing with Sandy right 
there watching us. I saw Sandy apply some of the gel to 
the tip of her middle finger, then I saw her move her 
hand to Dell's bottom again. 

It was difficult to see exactly what she was doing in 
the reflection but it looked like she was massaging 
spermicidal gel into Dell's anal muscle. As she pushed 
her finger into him hard he pressed into me extra hard 
too, I watched as Sandy began to finger-fuck Dell's 
anus, it drove him wild and he fired off inside of me 
in a few seconds. Sandy was wiping her middle finger 
off on her tissue as Dell climbed from between my 
thighs, he kissed me tenderly and thanked me for the 
wonderful day and then he kissed Sandy in the same 
passionate way and thanked her for what she had just 
done for him. 

Sandy and Dell left together, they had walked less that 
a hundred yards before Harry's car pulled onto our 
drive. I still wasn't dressed, so I had to dash up 
stairs quickly. I thought that as Harry and I hadn't 
had sex for four days he might just want to exercise 
his conjugal rights, he seldom went longer than four 
days without sex. I was still full up with Dell's sperm 
and didn't have time to clean myself up so I resorted 
to Sandy's trickery and pushed a finger full of Alum 
into my pussy. 

I pulled my dirty nighty back on and climbed into bed. 
"Hi darling, you still in bed?," "I have been up for a 
while but felt a little tired again," I said. 

Harry changed into his pyjamas and joined me in bed; he 
didn't even kiss me before his finger was searching for 
signs of infidelity between my thighs. Fortunately all 
he found was an incredibly tight vaginal opening, Harry 
reached for the jell and was in the process of lifting 
my nighty when I told him that I had a headache, that 
was a milestone in our relationship, the first time I 
had ever rejected his advances since the first time he 
fucked me. 

My working week went as normal, I spent every waking 
moment either thinking about Dell and what we had done 
together or busily working, Harry had three further 
rejections from me during the week and was beginning to 
get quite frustrated and very angry. Thursday evening I 
got home from work late, Harry was already there, "One 
of your friends phoned for you five minutes ago," Harry 
said. "Really, who?" My mind was racing ahead, had Dell 
been stupid enough to phone while I was out and Harry 
was there, "A woman called Sandy, she asked me to 
remind you that rehearsals are tonight." 

"Oh God, I forgot about that completely, they need 
people to be in the crowd scene for a charity play, I 
think it is for children in need later in the year!" 
Harry wanted to know more about the play, I couldn't 
tell him, I would find out what it was all about this 
evening if I went, but I told Harry that I still hadn't 
made up my mind to take part. I cooked a simple evening 
meal and was eating when the doorbell sounded, Harry 
answered the door and walked in with Sandy following 
behind him. "Oh Tracey, darling, I love the way you 
have the place done up," Sandy said in a flamboyant, 
thespian kind of way. 

I left the rest of my meal uneaten, followed Sandy to 
her car and climbed in the back, Carol was in the front 
passenger seat and Dell in the back. As soon as the 
door was closed Dell's fingers were working at the hem 
of my dress, Harry was still waving to me as Dell's 
fingers eased through the leg hole of my panties, I was 
panting by the time we were out of Harry's sight. Carol 
looked back and watched her son finger fucking me, Dell 
checked out of the rear window before he kissed me, a 
kiss so passionate that I think I may just have 
climaxed from that kiss alone never mind the frantic 
action of finger against clitoris. All I could do was 
smile in Carol's direction as she observed her 
progeny's new found skills bring me to an earth-
shattering climax. 

The play was by a new Russian writer, it centres around 
Lenin's tomb and a party, the 'masses' were needed for 
two scenes, walking past Lenin's glass coffin, stage 
rear, as the main actors plaid out a scene front of 
stage. We would have to walk slowly past the back of 
the coffin facing the players and the audience. Then as 
soon as we hit the wings we had to rush around the 
backcloth changing our clothes so that we emerged from 
stage right once again at the back of the precession. 
If we did everything right it would look like a cast of 
thousands when there were actually hoped to be around 
forty people for that scene. 

The other scene would involve standing at the back of 
the stage drinking 'stage' Champaign, which turned out 
to be cold, weak tea, without milk. That first night 
gave 'the masses' all the direction we needed, in truth 
all we would have to do was turn up for one other 
rehearsal and the final dress rehearsal and then we 
would be ok to go on opening night. Sandy told me that 
if I wanted her too, she would collect me every week 
from home and Dell and I could spend the evening in her 
dressing room, if that's what I wanted to do. 

Carol insisted on us going to the pub after rehearsal, 
she had a speaking part and it was going to be her 
first 'am-dram' too. "I need a fucking drink!" She 
exploded as we walked from the stage door, Sandy did 
the trip to the bar and came back with my Britvic 
fifty-five and lemonade, a double brandy for Carol and 
a pint of bitter for Dell, Sandy was on soft drinks as 
she was driving. I was about to protest that Dell was 
much too young to be drinking in a pub but the words 
stuck in my throat. I knew that Sandy would tell me in 
response that he was too young for playing hooky from 
school all Monday afternoon to fuck a married woman 
too, or something like that. 

We were joined by several of the other actors from the 
play and a few other men, one was going to do the 
graphics for the adverts, programs, tickets and flyers. 
He was mid forties, seemed to be quite taken with me, 
Dell could hardly contain his jealousy, fortunately 
Carol took him for a game of pool while the rest of us 
chatted. Sandy introduced me to the man as Phillip, "We 
all call him 'Phil the photographer' she told me, 
Phillip was an old school gentleman, he wanted to know 
if I had an agent, I took a swallow from my drink as I 
blushed, "What would I need an agent for?" 

Phillip told me that, with the right agent, I could 
make a lot of money from modelling. I treated his 
comments as just another chat up line; I had to admit 
that I liked it. There had been several occasions while 
I was at college where Guys would practice their best 
lines to try and get me into bed only to be shot down 
by 'Miss Prissy knickers'. Sandy asked me to help her 
at the bar, "Phil is serious you know, he isn't the 
kind to shoot a line like that just to impress someone, 
or to get a woman into bed." I blushed again, softly 
punched her shoulder and told her not to be stupid. 

I caught Dell's eye and nodded towards the rear door, 
it led out into a small yard with storerooms and old, 
hardly used toilets. Dell misunderstood my intentions; 
by the time he caught up with me his trousers were open 
and his cock out in the cool night air. I gave him a 
stern look, "I hope I am more that that to you," I 
said. "Just a quick fuck in passing, whenever your 
horny," I could see that I had wounded Dell deeply, for 
him it was his only way of expressing his great love 
for me but he couldn't see how the way he was going 
about it would make me feel. 

I explained that I was married, "I know that and I hate 
that you are in that house with your prick of a husband 
every night," Dell spat out at me. It took a long time 
for me to make Dell see that what we had done was 
wonderful and special but I wasn't about to swap one 
man for another, especially with the age difference 
between us. "And my colour!" Dell said. I just set my 
jaw as solidly as I could, no matter what I said next I 
could never get past that particular 'chip' on Dells 
shoulder. I let Dell go back into the pub ahead of me, 
waited a few minutes and then followed. 

"Phil had to leave but he gave me his card to give to 
you," Sandy said as I reached the table. I told her 
that I needed a walk and left my drink unfinished on 
the table, as I walked out of the door I dropped the 
business card into my handbag. Sandy caught me up in 
the street, "What's wrong, I think Dell was hoping that 
you would go back to his house for a while tonight," 
she asked. "I doubt that Dell will be wanting to do 
much with me for a while" I replied. When I got to the 
end of my drive I could see that the living room light 
was off, I checked my watch, Harry would have been in 
bed exactly ten minutes. 

I looked across the road, toward the footpath, if I 
hadn't had my little 'spat' with Dell earlier I would 
probably have gone home with him and Carol and if I 
hadn't I would probably have been inclined to take a 
stroll into the unlit car park. I seemed to be standing 
there for hours, just standing, trying to weigh up the 
pros and cons of going to the car park or going to bed, 
eventually bed won out. 

I entered the house as silently as I could; I carefully 
avoided the squeaky step on the stairs, undressed in 
the bathroom and went in to the bedroom in just my bra 
and knickers. I could tell by Harry's breathing pattern 
that he was asleep, my nighty was right where I 
expected it to be, clean, pressed and folded, waiting 
under my pillow for me. I sat on the edge of the bed as 
carefully as I could, there was a break in Harry's 
breathing, I sat totally motionless until Harry fell 
back into his usual breathing pattern that told me he 
was fully asleep again. I lay down in, ultra slow 
motion, but as I drew the duvet over my shoulder Harry 
was awake. 

Harry turned over to kiss me 'goodnight' he reached his 
right arm over my body, and the familiar 'sexual warm 
up' manoeuvre began. A second kiss, a little longer 
than the first, Harry inching his chest over mine and 
his right thigh over my left. A third kiss and now 
Harry's chest is covering half of my body, the fourth 
kiss and while 'lip lock' is achieved Harry's right arm 
moves toward the shelf above the bed. Harry's chest 
rotates against my breasts and squashes me down into 
the bed and Harry has found the small, brightly 
coloured, ceramic pot. In my mind I said, "No, dam you 
Harry, I didn't go through the pain of setting Dell 
straight earlier to allow another insensitive prick do 
me now." 

Harry's right arm began its downward journey, and I 
caught his wrist as his hand was level with my breasts. 
"Why don't you just put the cream in Harry, I don't 
want that other stuff in me anymore!" Harry was 
flustered, he spluttered out that he didn't know what I 
was talking about. With his right wrist gripped tightly 
in my left hand I turned on the table light to my 
right. "This stuff," I said and pointed out the steel 
blue powder stuck to his middle finger, "Wipe that 
stuff off and just put the cream in me if that's what 
you want to do!" 

My voice was probably as harsh and as threatening as 
Harry had ever heard from me, I saw the look that a 
driver sees in the eyes of the rabbit caught in his 
headlights just before he hits it. Everything stood 
still for an eternity, then Harry 'harrumphed' and he 
turned away from me, "GOOD! ... NIGHT!" He said, 
punching out the separateness of each word. He was 
asleep in moments, this was now a record point in our 
relationship, it had been just over a week since 
'intimacy' had taken place, a record in itself! And 
now, he had turned his back on me even though I was 
willing for him to be intimate with me, 'all be it' on 
my terms not his. 

And then there was nothing, darkness and silence, the 
only thing that pointed to the fact that two lives were 
sharing this patch of the planet was the rhythmical 
breathing patterns that had interwoven in the ballet of 
sleep.

Terry Wogan bid me wake, the alarm clock, on Harry's 
side of the bed and permanently tuned to radio two was 
talking directly to me, usually I would hear only a 
burst of sound before Harry hit the stop button, I 
would be drawn, gently from sleep by the sound of the 
toilet flushing, the shower running and finally the hot 
water tank refilling. Then and only then it was safe 
for me to make the toilet run, and shower and dress. 

By the time I got down stairs there would be coffee, a 
rack full of toast and the comforting sounds of early 
morning radio from the kitchen or GMTV from the living 
room. Terry was prattling on, annoyingly, Harry never 
usually subjected me to this much punishment this early 
in the morning. But the truth was, Harry wasn't there 
to turn the radio off, it was a while before I realised 
I was alone in the bed, alone in the house; even my car 
was alone in the drive. 

No coffee, no rack of toast, no GMTV, no Harry. All 
that there was, in the toast rack was a note, 'Had to 
go in early, sorry, see you tonight, love H'. I made my 
own coffee, I couldn't face the day without, "Dam!" I 
said to myself, there was certainly something to face 
today. Because I had missed the ten o'clock meeting 
with the finance director, even though I was 'ill' at 
the time, he had a difficult board meeting and I had to 
meet him in his office first thing this morning. 

I knew that if I met him in the mood I was in last 
night I would probably be unemployed by mid morning. 
Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, I was swimming in 
coffee by the time I rolled in to work. I had been 
telling myself over and over that I had to try and look 
contrite, had to sound as if I was really sorry at 
failing him and putting him in such an invidious 
position. 

I knocked on the finance director's door, even though 
the senior managers office suites were only two floors 
above the floor I worked on it must have been above the 
cloud line. My office was dark and dismal and on this 
floor the sun shone brightly, "Enter," the voice was 
female which took me by surprise. 

The directors PA was sitting at his desk, "I'm sorry 
Tracy, the FD was called into an important meeting at 
the last minute." I looked out of the window and said, 
"I do hope he remembered his golf cap, would hate him 
to get sunstroke on the back nine." Miss Heaver, she 
always called us by our first names but we were under 
pain of death not to use that familiarity with her, 
chose to ignore my inference. "How would you like a 
slightly more challenging position Tracey?" "Like the 
dole" I said under my breath, "We need someone in 
Northampton, someone bright and forthright, for a 
minimum six month secondment as business analyst." 

"Pay rise?" I asked, "No, not initially, but a generous 
expenses package, I'm prepared to offer you one hundred 
pounds a day in expenses!" I did the calculations 
quickly in my head. "The company rate was twenty pence 
a mile for travelling expenses, and with the three 
pounds for missed meal provision, one hundred and 
ninety miles a day, that's thirty eight pounds, so I 
would be entitled to forty-one pounds and she was 
offering me fifty-nine pounds more, mmmmmmm why." 

Miss Heaver told me that she wanted me to have the 
opportunity to chose between driving the eighty-five 
miles each way each day or stopping over in a hotel 
from time to time, so that explained the generous 
expenses. Also it would be a little pay rise that she 
could slip past the FD without it looking like she had 
approved of my hanging her boss out to dry in front of 
the general board of directors and rewarding me for it. 

I was handed a folder of documents that I would need to 
read before Monday and told to go home and prepare for 
Monday. Bonus, no telling-off, extra pay and a day off 
as well, I could get to like this idea. I fanned 
through the documents; I had already seen all of them 
before so it really was a day off. I sat in my car, do 
I go home of not? Not, I remembered the card that I had 
dropped in my handbag the night before. 

Designs on Phillip, Unit 5, Riverside Court, 
Nottingham. 

There was a telephone number but I decided to go past 
instead of phone. I took out my mobile, was just about 
to type in Phil's details and phone number when I 
noticed that I had several messages and ten missed 
calls. I must have set my phone to silent while in the 
theatre the night before and forgot to put it back to 
normal. I just deleted all of the missed call details 
and began to read my messages. 

1. Dell, sorry 
2. Dell, I really am sorry 
3. Dell, Please give me another chance 
4. Dell, I know, why should you? 
5. Sandy, I have been chatting to Dell, he told me what 
happened last night. You were absolutely right to wrap 
his knuckles but remember he is very young and 
inexperienced. It is really up to you but I think you 
should at least help him to learn how to treat women 
right.
6. You have done so much to help him in such a short 
time I honestly think that you are the best thing that 
has ever happened to him in his life, anyway, just me 
butting in again sorry.
7. Dell, That colour thing, I really am a twat for 
saying that, it would be nice to have a second chance 
but if you can't then thank you so very much 
8. Dell, for everything that you let me do with you, 
I'll remember you for all of my life. Love Dell 

It was a bit of a problem finding a parking space in 
Riverside Court; fortunately someone was just leaving a 
space in front of the Quayside bistro. "This used to be 
Ron's greasy spoon when I was eight years old, my dad 
would bring me here to fish in the Trent River. We 
would have breakfast and dinner in Ron's café where my 
dad always talked with Ron of better times when there 
were actually fish in the river. I never saw him catch 
anything but a cold at the rivers edge but dad loved 
just sitting there. 

"Is Phillip in please?" I asked the very young man who 
popped out to reception at the sound of my entering. 
The young man had a vaguely Spanish accent, a slight 
lisp and was very, overtly, gay. "Mr Phillip is very 
busy right now, did you have an appointment?" I told 
the man that Phil wanted to speak to me, "I'll be in 
the bistro having a coffee if he is interested, tell 
him Tracey from the theatre was here please." I 
received a nod from the man, his name and then he 
flounced off, well more like minced off back into the 
studio area. 

This place had really changed over the years, it was a 
warehouse before the war, Nottingham didn't take much 
in the way of German bombs but one of them managed to 
flatten the warehouse, Ron's café spent the next forty 
years standing besides a vacant lot, with a main road 
in front and the river behind. 

I'm sure that the Ron that I knew, the Ron that allowed 
me to sit at the corner table, drawing or crayoning 
when it rained and my dad was too stubborn to leave the 
fish to themselves, wasn't the original Ron. The Ron 
that had been a prosperous businessman, the Ron that 
had a warehouse full of hungry and thirsty workers on 
his doorstep before the 'Hun' took a personal dislike 
to him. The place that my father would sit all day 
Saturday was now a courtyard dining area in the three 
days of sunshine we had a year. 

The windows that for so many years had not been cleaned 
were now bright and sparkling. The old tables with 
their oilcloth covers inside the dark dining room. 
"Bloody hell, same old tables, same old oilcloths, fuck 
a duck, same old Ron," I said to myself. Ron was much 
older, close to retirement, I had always seen him in my 
mind as the handsome, kind, and genuine, late thirties 
gentleman. One of the few that my dad would trust with 
his life and more, with his daughter, me. "Could I have 
a tall latté with Mocha chips please?" I asked.

Ron was standing as he always had, both hands pressing 
firmly down on the counter, grubby apron covering even 
grubbier clothes. "Is that a cup of coffee 
or a mug love?" Same old Ron, "Cup please," "How's your 
dad?" I couldn't believe that Ron really remembered me; 
he probably said that to every young woman that 
stumbled in his bistro. "He's OK thanks," Ron was 
busying himself, he wiped the lip of the cup on his 
apron and dropped a spoon full of Nescafe in the cup. 
"Haven't seen him fishing for a while" he said as he 
filled the cup with hot milk, "God he really did 
remember my dad, which meant he remembered me" I 
thought to myself. 

I took a seat at the counter instead of at a table with 
its standard, coffee stained top. "Here do you remember 
doing this?" Ron brought a large picture from the 
kitchen, it was a crayon drawing that I had done when I 
was eight, the back of the paper bore the coffee stain 
because I had drawn the picture at the table in the 
corner on a very rainy Saturday eighteen years earlier. 
Ron held the picture towards me and as he did he 
spotted the coffee stain on t he back, "I'll have to 
wipe that table one of these days" he said. 

Just then the door opened, Ron whispered, "That's Phil, 
he's a shirt tail lifter but a nice man all the same." 
"Ron, one of these days you are going to say something 
like that to the wrong person!" "Oh young Trace is OK, 
her dad was the best fisherman that ever stood his swim 
on the Trent." Phillip ordered a tea and got a mug, 
whether he wanted a mug or not, then he invited me to 
sit at a table with him, then he looked at the state of 
the tables and changed his mind. He guided me outside 
to sit by the river; he was glad that I had chosen to 
visit his studio instead of just phoning up. 

He took my right hand, "You really should look after 
these you know," he tutted as he saw the state of my 
cuticles. "Your fingers are the exact shape," he said, 
he lifted my chin and turned my face to the sun, "No 
make up, no exfoliation, no moisturiser, and yet you 
look prettier than any woman I have photographed this 
year." 

I had remembered that Sandy had told me that Phillip 
wasn't into saying things just to get women into bed, 
Ron had just attested to his homosexual credentials, so 
why did I feel that I was being seduced by a consummate 
lothario. We finished our drinks and Phil invited me to 
join him in his studio. There was a second young man in 
the studio, he was even more gay than the first, if 
that were possible. A large portfolio was produced for 
me to look through, mostly the work of Phillip but a 
few of each of his assistant's pictures too.

I was so impressed with the portfolio, the first 
picture was a nude woman, she was lying on a wooden 
table in the foetal position. The photograph was a 
contrast in light, colour and texture but with an 
overlying message of vulnerability, brought about by 
the foetal position. The camera had been positioned 
slightly higher than the woman's hip to accentuate her 
body and allow the outline of her breast to be hinted 
at rather than exposed to the viewer. 

The subject was illuminated from a position slightly 
forward of the camera so as to deepen the shadows 
without giving the impression of poor lighting. I 
hadn't seen all of that from just looking at the 
picture, Phillip had talked me through the picture, I 
thought to myself, "If we go into this depth on every 
picture we'll be here until Sunday." All I could say 
with any degree of confidence was that the photograph 
was good enough to be art rather than pornography. 

Phillip asked if I would allow him to take a few 
pictures of me today, he took a folder from a draw, it 
held photographs of a woman. There was a Polaroid 
picture of her head and shoulders; she could have been 
naked as far as the picture showed or what the picture 
didn't show. I thought that a photograph like that 
would be very tasteful. I was placed in front of a very 
large camera; Phil took the film cassette off of the 
back and replaced it with a Polaroid cassette. He 
snapped a quick shot, pulled the picture out and placed 
it under his arm to develop. One of his young 
assistants had pressed the button on a timer as Phillip 
pulled the picture from the cassette. 

When I was revealed I wouldn't have said that I was 
over the moon with the picture but then I never liked 
any photograph that had been taken of me in my life. 
"What is it that detracts in this picture?" Phil asked 
me, "Well my blouse looks untidy, it has caused a 
shadow on my neck that makes my neck look dirty," I 
said. "Exactly, I like to show this picture as a 
before, when I ask a model to lower her blouse she 
often thinks I'm just trying it on. I assure you that I 
am not trying anything on, it just makes a much better 
photograph." I took the hint and asked how he would 
like me to pose, "Would you feel comfortable opening 
your blouse top and pulling it down off of your 
shoulders?" 

I nodded, I opened my blouse and lowered it so that it 
was resting on my elbows, Phil was about to shoot 
another picture, I stopped him, "What about my bra 
strap?" Phillip explained that the strap was probably 
better to be there rather than the red lines that would 
be left behind after I pulled the strap down. Phillip 
took the second picture, when it developed I could see 
that there was a form developing, the interaction of 
light and shade, the tones of my skin but over riding 
my eye was the stark white lines of my bra strap. I 
pulled the strap down off of my shoulder, I was 
struggling to see the red mark on top of my shoulder, 
Phil snapped another picture. I was much happier with 
that second photograph, except the bra strap lines were 
almost crimson on the photograph. 

Phillip suggested that I took my bra off, put my blouse 
back on and take a walk around town for an hour or so 
and return to him after the red welts had dissipated. 

I left my car in the car park and caught the bus into 
Nottingham City centre, my white blouse was very thin 
and I hadn't intended to wear it with no bra under. But 
there I was on the bus into town with just a thin nylon 
blouse and no bra, each jostle and jerk of the bus 
caused my breasts to move beneath the slick material 
and caused a rather predictable response from my 
breasts. I began to feel very self conscious, as my 
nipples grew harder and longer and men on the bus 
started to look at me carefully, then I would see the 
smile break over their faces as they realised that they 
could actually see what they thought they could see. 

I hopped off the bus one stop before the terminus, 
mainly to save my having to walk off the bus with all 
of the men that had been ogling me. The bus had dropped 
me right outside an upmarket designer label store. I 
popped in just to get off of the street, there was a 
lingerie section in the store that was better than 
anything I had ever seen in my life, panties that were 
little more than two wisps of satin netting held 
together with a shoestring and they were priced at 
fifty pounds. 

I was happy to spend a while marvelling at the opulence 
and wondering about the people who would spend one 
hundred pounds on a linen handkerchief. I saw a 
wonderful dress that was way out of my price range but, 
even if I couldn't afford to buy it, I could afford to 
try it on. In the fitting room I stripped off my 
blouse, skirt and underskirt and slipped on the silk 
creation, one thousand five hundred pounds for a 
cocktail frock, I just couldn't believe it, it didn't 
even feel particularly nice on. 

When I took it off I pulled down the side of my Marks 
and Spencer's knickers, there was a faint red line 
where the waste band had gripped my hips. I didn't 
intend to go quite that far in my afternoon photo 
session but the way the morning had gone I decided to 
remove my knickers anyway. 

I decided to walk from the city centre back to 
Riverside Court; I noticed a man was following me as I 
left the shopping area. I wouldn't usually have noticed 
him but as I was in no hurry I kept stopping to look in 
the windows of shops that I seldom had a chance of 
passing. Each time I stopped I noticed the same man 
standing just a few feet behind me, often reflected in 
the window I was looking in. when I got to the river I 
had a choice, I could have taken the road, that would 
have added roughly a half mile on to my walk or I could 
take the river towpath. 

I decided to take the towpath, I sensed the man walking 
a few steps behind me, the river towpath wasn't at all 
deserted, there were fishermen spread out along the 
bank and couples walking along hand in hand. I heard 
his footsteps increase, he passed me without looking at 
me and I thought he would just disappear but as I took 
the turn in the river by the old brewery building that 
had been closed down for five years and was awaiting 
the demolition ball, I saw the man standing by a large 
hole in the fence.

As I got close enough for him to get a good look at the 
effect the long walk was having on my nipples he ducked 
through the hole in the fence. I stopped at the hole, 
looked both ways and there was no one close enough to 
see me so I followed the man through the hole. He was 
standing just out of sight of anyone casually looking 
through the hole in the fence, he smiled as he saw me 
following behind him, he pointed to a large wooden 
crate and told me to stand by it. I realised that I was 
now standing out of site of anyone looking through the 
hole in the fence too, the stranger undid his trousers 
and allowed them to fall to the floor, he didn't have 
anything on under his trousers and his equipment wasn't 
anything to write home about, he began to massage 
himself while I watched him. 

He asked me to open my blouse, he was masturbating 
himself a little faster now, just asking me to open my 
blouse had kicked his excitement level up a notch. I 
started to open my buttons slowly, I didn't take the 
bottom of my blouse out of my skirt I just pulled the 
front open. As soon as my breasts were fully exposed to 
the man he lost control and fired off a string of sperm 
that flew more than three foot in front of him before 
hitting the floor. 

I was amazed at the quantity of fluid his body pumped 
out, I assumed it had been quite a while since he had 
released himself that way and that the volume was as a 
result of long term storage. As soon as he finished 
climaxing he snatched at the waste band of his trousers 
and ran for the hole in the fence. I buttoned my blouse 
as quickly as I could and headed for the towpath once 
more. The Guy was nowhere in sight, I don't know 
exactly what I expected to happen but it certainly 
wasn't that. 

At the studio I didn't hesitate, my blouse was off 
almost as soon as I walked in the door, I was given a 
standard contract to sign, it ran into ten pages so 
there was no way I was going to read it. Phillip was 
quite impressed with the fact that I had gone 
completely topless without further encouragement, he 
spent an hour photographing my charms from every angle, 
different lighting, altered camera angle, all the time 
he was talking to me as if we were just having a chat 
over coffee. Everything seemed just so dammed normal, 
"How far are you prepared to go?" Phil asked.

It was a little out of the blue, we were talking about 
something and nothing, I gave him my best, puzzled 
look. Phillip took the photograph of the woman in the 
foetal position, "You mean full nude?" I asked him, 
"Yes, how far are you willing to go?" "I would be happy 
to try a pose like that" I said, pointing at the 
photograph, "No pussy shots though!" I went on, Phil 
asked me if I would do the nude pose, I took my skirt 
off and Phillip smiled, "I see you were half expecting 
my request," he said. 

I copied the foetal pose and allowed Phil to take a few 
photographs of me from behind, then he asked if he 
could 'dress' me, I just nodded my head. Phil got me to 
sit cross-legged on the floor, I was about to remind 
him that I didn't want to do any photographs like this 
and he placed a bottle of shower gel, shampoo and 
conditioner from the same product range so that they 
protected my modesty. I realised from the position of 
the camera that he wasn't even capturing my breasts. He 
swapped the film pack for the Polaroid one again and 
snapped his shot, after the minute or so that it took 
to develop I was really impressed with the photograph. 

The light diffused through the three different 
coloured, viscous liquids had almost completely hidden 
my pubic region, you could see the dark outline of my 
hair but that was all. Phillip took around thirty 
photographs of me sitting in that one position; each 
photograph needed slight adjustment of the camera. It 
was soon four o'clock and time for me to leave, I had 
thought that I would have felt very shy, ashamed or 
unsafe being nude as I was but it had been quite a turn 
on, even though the three men were very gay. 

Harry was a little evasive all evening, I had been on a 
sexual high for most of the day, showing my body off 
for most of it had turned me on very much. I was 
waiting in bed while Harry had his shower, I wanted to 
have sex even if I had to go through the hole Alum 
routine, then I checked the shelf above the bed and the 
brightly coloured pot was missing, the 'lubricating' 
cream was still there though. Harry climbed into bed, 
kissed me goodnight and then turned his back on me and 
was about to go to sleep. 

I told him about my new job for the next six months, he 
didn't seem particularly bothered by the fact that I 
was going to be working over ninety miles away from 
home. Then I dropped the bombshell, "I don't see how I 
can drive ninety miles each way every day so I might 
have to stop in Northampton all week and only come home 
at weekends," that got his attention. Harry asked if I 
was changing my job because I didn't love him anymore, 
I pointed out that I was in bed with him and that if I 
didn't love him I wouldn't be there. I got the feeling 
that Harry thought that the only reason I was there 
with him was because I had nowhere else to go. 

OK, so now I was very angry, my sexual frustration 
finally beaten down by my anger. I slowly swung my legs 
out of bed, sat up, and began to dress, I looked over 
at Harry and he had simply turned his back on me and 
was pretending to sleep. I had no idea where to go, I 
could have gone back to my parents house but that would 
have entailed far too much explanation, I didn't want 
to go to Carol's house, even though I was sure that 
Dell would have welcomed me with open arms. I knew that 
would make me no better than Dell was, a user, using 
him for my own purpose just as I complained to him that 
he was using me. 

I weighed up the pro's and con's, I could go into town, 
find a night club and just sit and listen to music all 
night, I decided that wasn't such a good idea, then I 
decided to give Sandy a call. If I phoned her on her 
mobile then if she was asleep she wouldn't answer and 
if she were awake she would at least be a friendly 
voice. I could hardly hear Sandy's voice over the 
background noise, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you 
Sandy," I said when Sandy had moved to a quieter 
location, "No problem Tracey, I'm at a party, fancy a 
little fun?" I asked where she was, "A club in 
Nottingham City centre," Sandy gave me the address and 
I drove down to meet her. 

The doorman told me that the club was members only and 
that he couldn't let me in. I phoned Sandy and told her 
that I was outside and couldn't get in, she was there 
at the door in seconds, I was made into a full member 
in seconds, the date on my application was backdated a 
week to cover the mandatory delay between joining a 
club and being allowed membership rights. Sandy was 
dressed in a simple wrap-over dress; it was pale yellow 
silk and looked very much like a Japanese dressing 
gown. 

Sandy took me into the ladies toilet and explained that 
the party wasn't just a drink and dance kind of party, 
she told me that it was very much an adult club and 
that the people who were members were into very adult 
entertainment. I should have left; the reason I didn't 
want to go to a 'normal' nightclub was the fear that I 
would allow some sad low life to pick me up just 
because I was sexually frustrated. I decided that 
perhaps a little adult fun wouldn't be so bad after 
all; at least it wasn't just a public nightclub. 

Sandy pointed to a flight of stairs and told me that 
they went to an upper floor with a cinema on one side 
and video booths on the other and that the floor above 
that had 'private' rooms that members could hire by the 
hour. I followed Sandy into the room that was grandly 
named 'Ball Room', people were mainly sitting around 
small tables talking or kissing each other, someone 
grabbed Sandy and dragged her on to the dance floor 
where I watched as he slipped his hand into the front 
of her wrap-over dress, as she moved on the dance floor 
I could see that she had stockings and suspender belt 
on but nothing else. 

I got a drink at the bar and a man approached me, he 
put his hand on the small of my back and I stiffened up 
slightly. The man introduced himself as Bill, he asked 
me if I had seen the film that was showing in the 
cinema yet, I shook my head and he asked me if I would 
like to watch it for a while. 

The cinema was a grubby room with banked seating, there 
were no armrests separating one seat from the next. It 
took a while for my eyes to acclimatise to the dark and 
as more of the room came into focus I could see people 
sitting in two's three's and four's dotted about 
randomly in the room. The film was a very strong blue 
film, there were close-up's of sexual acts, vaginal 
penetration as well as anal, lots of oral sex too, and 
in the room I noticed many of the acts on screen were 
being carried out in real life. 

Watching the film had an effect on me but not as great 
as the effect watching twenty or so people doing it in 
real life. Bill had his hand on my knee and was working 
his way up my thigh, as his hand slipped beneath my 
skirt I stopped him, I told him that I didn't want to 
have sex with him but that I would give him hand relief 
if he wanted me to, he simply slid his bottom forward 
in his seat and I did the rest. Bill's cock was a 
reasonable size and he climaxed reasonably quickly 
under my slightly amateurish ministrations. I wiped his 
cream off of my hand with a Kleenex and Bill thanked me 
before slipping out of the cinema. I wandered across 
the passageway and into the area that had video booths 
in two lines, one on each side of the room. 

I could hear sounds coming from the few booths that 
were occupied. I found one booth that was vacant and 
checked it out, there was a 'menu' on the wall of the 
booth, a seat with a TV behind it and the back of the 
door had a mirror on it to view the TV screen through. 
The coin slot took one pound coins and gave fifteen 
minutes of viewing for each coin, I looked through the 
list of what was on offer, there were subjects that no 
decent person would entertain especially a woman of my 
age who was brought up the way that I was. I placed a 
pound coin in the slot and skipped through the 20 films 
that were on offer, spending less than a minute on 
each. I found it very much less exciting watching a 
blue film in the privacy of the booth than watching the 
big screen with twenty or so
 other people; sex for me was rapidly becoming a 
'sharing' thing. 

The party wrapped up at four in the morning, Sandy had 
a few drinks and asked if I could give her a lift home 
as she was well beyond the 'drink drive' limit. I had a 
coffee at Sandy's house with her and I fell asleep on 
her sofa. My mobile phone woke me at nine o'clock, 
Harry was worried sick, he had assumed that I would 
have been sleeping on the sofa at home where I had 
often spent the night before, he demanded to know where 
I was but I refused to tell him. Then all of a sudden 
his temper softened, he apologised for ignoring me the 
night before, he wanted to talk, I had him on the 
ropes, so to speak, and I took the whip-hand and told 
him that if I decided to return I would see him later 
and that I expected him to be there waiting for me when 
I got home. 

I decided that it was time I updated my image, both my 
self-image and my outward one. The past week had proved 
to me that I had something that a lot of men wanted, I 
had believed all of my life that I was nothing special. 
I blamed my mother really, she had brought me up in 
such a way that I had very low self-esteem and self 
worth. Now because of the interest people were showing 
in my body I was beginning to realise that I was 
something rather special. I decided to go on a shopping 
spree, not to the incredibly expensive shop I had 
visited the day before but I knew I could get a similar 
look with far less cash if I shopped around. I hit my 
credit card limit in short order, I had purchased a few 
skirts, not my usual knee length or longer but very 
short. 

I got two new blouses, very thin material, very see 
through, I got two new dresses, low fronted and short 
as well as several other items like crop-tops and t-
shirts. I was home shortly after four in the afternoon; 
Harry had been in the house all day, waiting like the 
very worried husband that he was. I took my arms full 
of shopping to the bedroom and spent time sorting out 
space to hang everything in my wardrobe. I had to throw 
several of my older, more sensible looking, clothes out 
to make room but that was what I needed, I had woken 
up, there was no way to go back to the sleepy, dowdy 
old me ever again. 

Harry and I chatted long and hard, I told him that I 
would try to drive to Northampton and back every day 
and see if I could manage it, Harry pointed out that it 
would mean driving as much in a day as I was use to 
driving in a month. I had looked at the possibility of 
using 'A' roads for my journey but it soon became 
apparent that I would have to use the motorway, and 
that was something else, I had never driven on the 
motorway since I had passed my test. 

Harry asked me if I would like an early night at nine 
thirty in the evening, "Do you mean that you would like 
sex with me?" I asked him, Harry turned red and 
dissolved into schoolboy mode, we had never said the 
'S' word to each other in all of the time we had been 
together. Whenever we had sex it was at night, in the 
dark, both of us wearing our nightclothes and in bed 
under the covers. Harry had actually taken my nighty 
off on a few occasions but usually he was happy to 
simply pull the front of my nighty up to under my chin 
and have sex. I had also realised in the past few days 
that sex was something that I could enjoy as well as 
the man, that's if the man takes the time and trouble 
to please me as much as I try to please him. 

Harry was now riding on his high horse, he couldn't 
understand what had got into me, I was usually such a 
timid, compliant wife and now something must have 
happened because I wasn't the 'girl he married', and I 
realised that was how Harry saw me, as a girl. It was 
true that I was ten years younger than Harry and when 
we met I had been fresh from school, well college and 
he was the older, more experienced man, he had after 
all been married, had a child and was very well 
educated, he had his Masters Degree to my lowly diploma 
in business administration but now I wanted to be a 
woman not a girl. 

In bed Harry kissed me goodnight and turned his back 
once again and was asleep in short order. I thought 
through my options, I could go for a walk in the 
country park opposite, I could phone Sandy, I was sure 
that she would be up for some fun or I could pop round 
to Carol's, there was Tony there or even Dell. I 
decided to try and get a good night's sleep, my 
nocturnal activities of the previous weekend could 
become addictive, there was little disappointment in 
casual sex, little politics and much less crap to 
contend with. As I fell asleep I remembered an article 
in Cosmo' from the previous year, I had skipped past it 
because it wasn't relevant to the me I was then but 
very relevant to me I am now. 

I woke at five am, I decided to have a long soak in the 
bath, I also knew that I needed to search through my 
old copies of Cosmo' for an article on casual sex. I 
searched everywhere that I may have tidied up my old 
magazines to, the one I was looking for didn't jump out 
at me, I decided to check out Harry's shed in the back 
garden. I pulled my mackintosh over my nighty, as I 
searched through the shed I could hear Harry's voice in 
my head, "You're outside in your nighty, what are you 
thinking about, decent women don't do that kind of 
thing." I noticed a few magazines in a bottom draw in 
the shed, they weren't Cosmo's though, they were quite 
old, "men's" magazines, Fiesta's, Escort's, Razzle's 
and big boobs. 

The magazines were quite old but seemed to be well 
used. I took them up to the bathroom as well. I found 
the article I was looking for, it had a chart of the 
consequences of casual sex. At number ten it had body 
or crab lice, there was advice on treatment after, 
which was a simple lotion that one would get from the 
chemists, there was secondary advice, shave the pubic 
area, this is considered chick and will prevent the 
problems of crab lice infestations. Number three was 
pregnancy, they gave all the advice about condoms, 
contraceptive pills and devices and the morning after 
pill. 

Number two was HIV and number one wa
s AIDS. The treatment column for AIDS was simple, 
summery burial, quite frightening. Then I started to 
flick through Harry's "men's" magazine selection, there 
were several models in those magazines with shaved 
pubic areas, I had no idea just how common it was. 
Harry opened the bathroom door, "Sorry, you forgot to 
lock the door!" 

I told him that it was ok for him to come in, Harry's 
face was bright red, I realised that this was the first 
time he had seen me in the bath, the first time he had 
seen me nude with the light on. I showed him a picture 
from his magazine, the model had her legs wide open and 
her pussy was completely bald. "What do you think of 
this?" I asked him, he stuttered and spluttered, he 
found it very difficult to get any words out, "Do you 
like this, a woman to be bald around her vagina?" 

I said, I thought of using the 'pussy' word or even 
'cunt', pussy would have caused Harry to run a mile and 
cunt would have stopped his heart dead in it's tracks. 
Harry managed to nod his head before he closed the 
bathroom door and ran. I picked up a bath towel and 
wrapped myself in it; I called to Harry to tell him 
that the bathroom was free. I sat in the living room 
drying myself; I had opened the curtains and could see 
a few people walking past, there were a few regular 
churchgoers who liked to show how pious they were by 
walking the two miles to the church. 

When Harry came into the living room he was fully 
dressed, he saw me sitting there drying myself, he was 
about to begin spluttering all over again, he got as 
far as pointing at the window before I cut him dead. 
"The net curtains stop anyone from seeing me so don't 
fret," I said, Harry just stood there, mouth wide open 
as I dried my exposed breasts in front of him. Then I 
opened the towel to expose my lower half and his eyes 
almost 'bugged out' of his head. I grasped a hand full 
of the tangled hair between my legs and said, "What do 
you think, shall I do this myself? Or would you do it 
for me?" 

Harry's jaw was now someplace by his navel, I was 
obviously possessed by some kind of evil force and he 
should probably run and fetch the vicar with his bell, 
book and candle. I left the towel covering the sofa and 
walked past Harry totally nude, as I passed the glazed 
front door I realised that I no longer had the 
protection of the net curtains and anyone looking in at 
that point would have seen me in my birthday suit. 

I gathered a new 'BIC' disposable razor from Harry's 
stash and his Gillette, sensitive skin shaving gel, I 
also picked up the tube of 'lubricating' gel from the 
shelf over the bed. I dumped my hand full of implements 
on the side of the sofa and fetched a bowl of lukewarm 
water. Harry was still standing in the exact same 
position that he was when I went up to collect the 
shaving stuff when I returned with the bowl of water. 

"Well, are you going to shave me or do I have to do it 
myself?" Harry said nothing in return. I picked up the 
tube of spermicidal jell that Harry had disguised as 
lubricant and waved it in front of him, "If you shave 
me you can use this," I said. Harry suddenly jumped 
into life; I sat with my lower back on the edge of the 
seat of the sofa, and managed to pull my heels onto the 
edge of the seat either side of me. That made my pussy 
wide open and stretched the skin of my pubic mound as 
much as possible. Harry still hadn't said a word but 
now he was galvanised into action. He started by 
inserting the tip of the lubricant into my vagina, he 
slipped the tip into my cervix skilfully, all I felt 
was a slight scratch, then I watched as he pushed the 
tube inside of me, I guessed that three of the four 
inches of the delivery tube was now buried inside my 
womb, then Harry squeezed and dumped around half the 
tube inside my womb. 

I felt a slight bloating; similar to the feeling I get 
just before a period. As Harry pulled the tube out of 
me he continued to squeeze the tube and I felt the 
cream oozing out of the tip and filling my vagina all 
around the neck of my womb. Then Harry took great care 
in shaving my vaginal area totally, he felt my bare 
mound with his fingertips and said, "Smooth!" I told 
him that his fingers weren't sensitive enough to check 
if I was really smooth or not. Harry looked at me for a 
few moments and bent forward and rubbed his cheek 
against my mound, "Definitely smooth!" he said, "Still 
not sensitive enough," I said, Harry looked really 
perplexed now, then he stuck his tongue out and allowed 
the tip of his tong to trace a line over my mound, 
eventually, after covering every millimetre he said, 
"Mmmmmmm, very smooth!" 

Harry took my hand and pulled me off of the sofa, he 
was very eager to fuck me now, I could see his erection 
fighting to escape from his trousers, he led me towards 
the stairs and then stopped. I was still, just, in the 
living room, Harry was staring at the front door, 
"People will see you," he said, "I don't mind," I 
replied. I told Harry to wait in the living room for me 
and I walked slowly past the glass front door, Harry 
almost threw his head off his shoulders looking from my 
body to the street beyond the front door and back 
again. 

When I came down the stairs I had a tiny 'Ra-Ra' skirt 
in my hand and a crop-top, I walked slowly past the 
front door again, and Harry did his Wimbledon 
impression again. I dressed in just the very short 'Ra-
Ra' skirt and the crop-top, no panties and no bra. I 
had a small shoulder bag on a shoestring strap; I 
placed my keys in the bag and told Harry we were going 
for a walk over on the Country Park. I stopped off at 
my car and took a selection of the condoms from my 
glove box, the small shoulder bag was now totally full, 
Harry was waiting at the end of the drive for me to 
catch him up so he had no idea what I had just placed 
in my bag. 

We walked along the footpath; I guided Harry to take 
the right hand fork, away from the car park. We were on 
a section of bendy path and no one could see us from 
any direction, I skipped ahead of Harry and made a 
sudden 'one-eighty' spin, my skirt flew out straight in 
line with its waste band, showing my bare bottom and 
vagina off to him. I watched the effect on Harry, he 
grew a little harder and his trousers grew a little 
tighter. I spotted a young man following behind us, 
Harry hadn't seen him at that point but the young man 
had seen my little 'twirl'. 

Harry and I walked hand in had for around a half mile, 
then the young mad jogged past us, I realised that the 
secret place that Dell had taken me just six days 
earlier was around the next bend. As we reached the 
doorway I could see that the jogger was nowhere in 
sight, he had to have taken the secret path. I stood by 
the give-away sign of worn out grass and did a 'ta-da' 
sound, "Open sesame," I said as I lifted the branch to 
reveal the darkened pathway. 

I led the way and Harry followed, each step we took 
crunched and crackled on the broken branches and twigs 
underfoot. At the clearing with the fallen tree lying 
lazily just off of the floor I stopped, I scanned the 
area, I saw a pair of feet, black ankle socks and hairy 
ankles of the jogger all but hidden in the space that 
Dell had taken me to watch the gay men six days 
earlier. I kissed Harry and rubbed his manhood through 
his trousers, then I took my crop-top off, Harry was 
about to have a fit, "Look no one can get here without 
us hearing them, we are all alone so relax!" 

Harry did relax a little, then I took my skirt off, 
Harry began to fret once again. I placed my clothes on 
the trunk of the fallen tree and reached forward to 
place the palms of my hands on top of my clothes. Harry 
didn't need a second invitation and began to undo his 
belt; I stopped him, "Just your zip!" Harry unzipped 
his trousers and stood close behind me, there was a 
squelching sound as he cock entered my vaginal canal 
and forced some of the jell passed the sides of his 
cock and out of my vagina. 

Harry fired off his juice in minutes, I hadn't come 
anywhere near my climax, I turned to face Harry, I 
began kissing him and rubbing his slick, softening 
cock, trying desperately to get him hard once again. I 
noticed the jogger begin to leave his hiding place; I 
pulled Harry against my body and managed to get his 
head on the other side of my own so that he couldn't 
see the Jogger. I held my hand up to the jogger, 
indicating that I wanted him to remain hidden for the 
time being. 

I was beginning to get a little desperate to get Harry 
hard once again, he wasn't like Dell, once his weapon 
had been fired it was cleaned and put away until the 
next day at the earliest. I whispered, "Have you ever 
fancied anal sex?" In Harry's ear, I felt a twitch in 
my hand, Harry said, "Not really," but his cock said 
differently, "Would you like to try? I'm not sure if I 
could get it in this time but who knows what could 
happen next time?" Harry was now hard again, I turned 
back to face the tree trunk and Harry stepped back in 
behind me. He tried and tried, he managed to get the 
tip of his cock inside before the pain was too much for 
me and I had to move slightly causing his cock to jump 
hard into my vagina. 

Far from being disappointed Harry began to fuck me a 
pace, bringing me to a gentle orgasm just before he 
fired his second load into me, I fell forward onto my 
clothes straddled tree trunk, basking in the sun and 
the feeling of my climax as it washed out of my system. 
I heard Harry's zipper rip closed, he was once again 
fretting about me being nude in a clearing in the woods 
of a public park. "Harry, go home now, be a love and 
start the potatoes for me." Harry was worried about 
leaving me in the clearing in the nude but I stopped 
him, "Go please!" I listened to the crunching sound 
receding into the distance as Harry left the secret 
place. I beckoned to the Jogger to come out, I offered 
him his choice of condoms and he picked the good old 
faithful Durex feather-light. I rolled the condom out 
over his cock, his penis was almost exactly the same 
size as Harry's but he wasn't circumcised so his cock 
head was a little thicker. 

I turned my back to the jogger and reached out for the 
cloth covered tree trunk once again. Jogger fucked me 
very slowly; long, deep, slow, thrusts. As he buried 
himself totally inside my body the force pushed my arms 
to the point where I thought they would collapse under 
me. Eventually he picked up the pace, I had reached my 
climax and he took that as his key to begin fucking me 
in earnest. "God how Harry could learn from this man," 
I thought to myself. 

Jogger began grunting out his climax and then fell 
against my back, I reached my third climax with jogger 
man as he knocked the wind out of my sails and crashed 
me into the tree. I pulled my top on as I listened to 
the footsteps of jogger leaving, I heard him say 
something on the main path and then the sound of 
approaching footsteps again. I had just pulled my skirt 
on and fastened it when an old Guy came into the 
clearing. 

My bag was open on the tree trunk and the old man 
reached into my bag without saying a word and picked up 
a condom, he opened his trousers; his cock was 
disappointingly small, both in length and in girth. He 
grasped my wrist and pulled me back toward the tree 
trunk. I went to put out my hands to hold myself off of 
the dirty tree trunk but the old man was having none of 
that. He forced me down so that my stomach was pressed 
hard against the bark. Then he lifted my skirt hem and 
pushed himself in behind me, he wasn't interested in my 
vagina he had designs on the other place, as his cock 
opened me up I was grateful that his cock was so thin. 

He used me for his own pleasure, I felt very little 
pleasure from his cock going in and out of my anus but 
then he reached around and used his fingers in my 
vagina to bring me to a climax, he reached his own as I 
reached mine. The two condoms that had just been used 
on me were added to the detritus just beyond the fallen 
tree, next time I must remember to bring tissues with 
me if I did anything like this again. 

When I returned home to Harry I cooked him his usual 
Sunday lunch, he had prepared all of the vegetables in 
the time I was playing in the woods without him, after 
lunch I went shopping for a net curtain and velvet door 
curtain to cover the front door, when I returned home 
Harry was still engaged in his after Sunday lunch 
sleep. I put up the curtains and then stripped off, it 
was a hot summer afternoon and the feeling of being 
nude was wonderful. I looked longingly at the back 
yard, if only I had a few trees to give me a little 
privacy I could be out there catching the breeze on my 
naked body. 

Harry eventually woke up, he was a little startled to 
see that I was nude once again; I showed him that I had 
covered the front door with net and thick curtains so 
that I could walk around freely in the nude without 
upsetting the neighbours. I asked Harry if he fancied a 
walk in the woods later, his smiled at me and shook his 
head but said, "I'll walk anywhere with you." 


Chapter 6
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I had spent the week travelling to Northampton, it took 
me almost three hours to get to work on the first 
morning and two hours to get home, that meant a 
thirteen hour day for me. I found the motorway 
terrifying the first time I drove on it and very 
intimidating, my Vauxhall Corsa being one of the 
smallest cars on the motorway. My plan to get on the 
motorway, get in the left most land and stop there 
until I had driven the ten junctions worked well for me 
though. 

I used a few lunch breaks that first week looking at 
bed and breakfast options, the hotel closest to the 
Northampton office, the hotel that every one in the 
company that stopped over night used was a basic hotel 
but charged one hundred pounds a night. The only 
advantage as far as I could see was that it was close 
enough to walk to work. On the first Thursday though I 
saw a large house around a half mile from work where I 
could get bed and breakfast for twenty-five pounds a 
night, with evening meal for thirty pounds, all of a 
sudden it made the 'break neck' drive seem pointless. I 
could stop Monday to Thursday for the price of one 
night at the large hotel. 

Friday evening was a major pain, the radio traffic news 
informed me that the queue of traffic went from 
junction fifteen to junction twenty eight, it was ten 
pm when I got home that night and Harry was more than a 
little worried when I eventually got home. 

I had spent so long during the week travelling and 
working that I had been too tired for sex all week and 
now I had started my period which didn't please Harry 
at all, it would be Tuesday the following week before 
Harry would want to have sex with me, he was definitely 
not one for 'messy sex'. I slept most of the day on 
Saturday and on Sunday I cooked a nice meal, I gave 
Harry hand and oral relief, it wasn't, after all, his 
fault that I was so tired from travelling and work. 

Harry was in a little better mood after I relieved him 
and he asked if I would like to go to the Conservative 
club for a drink. I declined; I knew that I would have 
to face the 'traffic from Hell' on Monday morning so I 
had decided to leave at five am to get a head start. 
Harry left me alone and went to the club anyway. My 
mobile phone rang; it was Dell, "Everything OK with 
you?" "Yes thanks Dell, how are you?" "I'm a little 
bored, I waited until your old man left before I called 
is that OK?" "Yes," "Can I come over?" "Where are you?" 
"Across the road, on the footpath," I put shoes on and 
left the house. I walked to Dell and he walked away 
from me until we were both out of sight of the houses, 
then he stopped and turned towards me, he kissed me 
tenderly and thanked me for coming out to him. 

We walked along the path towards the clearing in the 
wood with the fallen tree, as Dell held the branch up I 
told him that I couldn't have sex with him as I was on 
my period. Dell and I kissed for a while, he pressed 
his erection against me each time our lips met to show 
me just what he could give me and he kept saying over 
and over again, "I really miss you!" I told Dell about 
my early start in the morning and he was very 
disappointed that we wouldn't be able to 'fool around' 
a little. I decided that I had given Harry relief and 
that I could do the same for Dell, he was very happy 
when I knelt before him on the pathway and gave him a 
blowjob. 

I was in bed sleeping when Harry got home from the club 
and he was sleeping when I left for work. I was in the 
office by six thirty; the motorway was so quiet at five 
in the morning that I was able to do eighty miles an 
hour all the way. I decided to use the two and a half 
hours of extra work I did on Monday morning as a way of 
leaving early on Friday. 

Tuesday saw a horrific accident reported on the 
Motorway; I was already on the motorway when the first 
reports began to come through on the radio. I joined 
the motorway at junction fifteen and was stationary 
before junction 'fifteen-a'. The traffic didn't turn a 
wheel for thirty minutes, there was a powder blue Audi 
'A-six' at the side of me, the driver, an African or 
Caribbean man, had wound down his passenger window and 
was trying to attract my attention. I was a little 
distracted by the sight of the temperature gauge rising 
into the red zone. I didn't understand the mechanics of 
the internal combustion engine but I had to assume that 
the red zone meant bad news rather than good. 

A small object hit my window, it was a Pezz or a Tic-
Tac, the driver of the Audi was desperate to attract my 
attention, I was stationary at the side of the marker 
indicating one hundred yards to the exit at junction 
fifteen-a. "Hey, are you going past junction twenty-
one?" The Guy said as I wound down my window, "Yes up 
to twenty-five," I said. "The accident is just before 
twenty-one, nothing can get past, we could be here for 
hours!" I checked my watch, I had already been on the 
road for over an hour and I had travelled less than 
five miles. I nodded my head in agreement, he told me 
that he had '"Traffic Master" and he had two routs to 
Nottingham that were running slow but still open. I 
couldn't see what that information had to do with me 
though. 

"If you pull into the hard shoulder for a hundred 
yards, I'll follow you, over take you on the slip road 
and then you can follow me to junction twenty-two and 
the other side of the blockage." I objected, being a 
new driver I didn't want to break the law, "It'll be 
ok, we could be here another hour just getting that one 
hundred yards, and all the time the traffic going on 
the alternate routs is growing!" I made a decision, I 
was beginning to overheat because I was sitting in the 
jam so I pulled into the hard shoulder and the powder 
blue Audi followed me. As I descended from the motorway 
towards the A43 the Audi passed me as if I were 
standing still. 

I worried that I would stand no chance of keeping up 
with him but I needn't have worried, the A43 was 
extremely busy too. We drove less that a mile and 
turned right towards Tiffield, now we were on very 
minor roads indeed but at least we were able to drive 
at a reasonable speed. I followed for thirty minutes 
and suddenly the Audi pulled off the road, I began to 
panic, the man, six foot two inches tall and around 
twenty-two stones in weight, approached my car, he was 
talking on his mobile phone. I locked my door and wound 
down my window, "Sorry love, A lorry has hit a low 
bridge ahead of us, there is no chance of going north 
now, I'm on the phone to Hotel Finder, do you need a 
room too?" 

I nodded, "Make that a hotel with two rooms please, ok 
I'll hold on," he said into his mobile phone. "Nothing 
to do now but wait for them to call me back if they can 
find us rooms," he said to me. We made small talk for 
twenty minutes, until his phone rang. "Hello, Woodrow 
Green, yes, uhuh, yes, thanks," Woodrow hung up his 
phone and beamed out a huge smile as he said, "We have 
the last two rooms in the midlands." 

I walked to Woodrow's car with him and watched as he 
punched the postcode of the hotel into his Traffic 
Master unit and to my amazement I watched a route 
display on the small TV screen. There was a red line as 
part of the route, Woodrow pressed a different button, 
a second route was displayed, this also had a red 
section to the route. "One more time," Woodrow said as 
he punched a second button, this time the route was 
much more convoluted but it was green all the way. 
"Follow me" he said, we drove twenty or so minutes 
along roads that looked like driveways to people's 
houses and eventually we came out of a single-track 
road right at the side of the hotel. 

The road was grid locked with traffic in both 
directions, Woodrow just pulled on to the footpath for 
the ten yards to the entrance to the car park, and I 
followed him. It took a while to find a parking space 
as the place was packed to the gunwales with cars. As 
Woodrow and I walked across the car park three men 
abandoned their cars and ran in to reception ahead of 
us, Woodrow's face split into a broad grin, his teeth 
were almost dazzling they were so white. Woodrow had a 
small case with him, I looked at it in disbelief, "I 
have been stuck on the road many times, if you do the 
journey often you too will keep an emergency bag with a 
clean shirt, pants, socks and wash kit in your car." 

In the reception, the three men that had rushed in to 
the hotel in front of us were behind four other men all 
arguing with the reception staff. "I'm sorry sir but we 
have no rooms left" the receptionist said over and over 
again, a second receptionist was on the phone to the 
hotel chains central booking office, she put down the 
phone and announced. "I'm sorry, we don't have a single 
room this side of London in any of our hotels. We 
waited patiently at the back of the queue until Woodrow 
caught the fraught receptionists eye, "Woodrow Green, I 
believe I have a reservation?"

Two keys were placed on the counter and Woodrow filled 
in both registration cards. He passed me my key and led 
the way through to the stairs. I asked why he hadn't 
let me fill in my own registration form, "I have booked 
the rooms through my company, I wouldn't be able to 
explain your name to the accountants would I?" "Well I 
intend to pay for my own room," I said. "You can pay 
next time," Woodrow said with a face splitting smile. 

I decided not to have a shower and freshen up. I didn't 
have clean underwear to put on so it was better that I 
just carried on smelling than have to put on day old 
panties on top of a clean body. Plan number one, shower 
before bed, rinse my draws out and put them on the 
radiator to dry over night, that way at least in the 
morning I would have reasonably fresh knickers to put 
on, I felt much happier now that I had that plan to 
work too. Woodrow met me in the bar, he had already 
downed half a pint of beer, he offered me a drink and I 
asked for a 'Britvic orange' and lemonade, "Barkeep, a 
Saint Clemens for the lady!" I watched as the barman 
squeezes three oranges into a cocktail shaker, then two 
lemons and crushed ice, he topped the drink off with a 
small measure of lemonade and shook the cocktail. 

Being tea total as I was, I thought that I had tried 
every combination of orange and lemonade going, but 
this one was certainly different, it actually lifted my 
spirits. I decided to use the pay phone in the lobby 
instead of my mobile to ring Harry and tell him the bad 
news. I was very surprised with Harry's reaction to the 
news that I was stopping overnight in a hotel, he told 
me that he had been glued to the 'news24' channel 
watching the various clips from the five or six bad 
accidents that had conspired to cut the country in 
half. He thought that I might end up spending the night 
in my car on the motorway; the hotel was definitely 
preferable to that. 

I paid for dinner, it was the least that I could do, 
Woodrow was a very interesting person, he was borne on 
the island of Jamaica and moved to the UK when he was 
eight years old. I had to admit that he was the first 
non-white person that I had ever spoken to in the 
flesh. He made a bad joke about him being on his best 
behaviour, that he wouldn't turn me into a zombie or 
anything as I slept. "I thought that Zombie's were from 
the island of Hispanyola not Jamaica," I said. The 
evening was very pleasant and I was really glad that I 
had finally finished my period earlier in the day. 

I felt much better today than I had since Friday, and 
also because I wasn't so tired and not having driven 
all the way home I actually felt a little turned on. 
"Pity I'm eighty miles from Harry or Dell I thought to 
myself. At eleven o'clock I decided it was time for 
bed, Woodrow and I walked from the bar and through 
reception together. There were two policemen in 
reception with a young couple who had a baby and a 
three-year-old toddler with them. 

The receptionist was being very apologetic but she knew 
for a fact that there wasn't a room to be had in the 
county, the couple's car had broken down in the traffic 
jams and the police had rescued them to prevent them 
spending a night in a cold car. Woodrow grabbed my arm, 
"If I promise not to be a bad boy all night, would you 
give your room to that couple and bunk in with me?" My 
heart melted, not only because of the young couple and 
two very young children but also because of how huge 
Woodrow's heart was. 

I nodded my head, "have you left anything in your 
room?," I shook my head, I didn't have anything to 
leave in my room. Woodrow walked up to the woman who 
was trying to pacify her baby, "Hey, when's your 
birthday?" "In two months time, why?" "We'll call this 
an early birthday present then," he said as he pressed 
the key to my room into her hand. 

My hotel room had been a double room like Woodrow's, my 
room had two single beds with a cabinet between them so 
that they were fixed as two singles, I was expecting 
Woodrow's room to be the same. As Woodrow opened his 
door I got a shock, his room had a double bed rather 
than two singles. "Would you like to use the bathroom 
first?" Woodrow asked me, I nodded. I washed my panties 
out with a little of the hotels shampoo and laid them 
on the radiator, they would probably be stiff as card 
in the morning but at least they would be a little 
cleaner. 

I had a quick shower; while the water was caressing my 
body an idea came to me. I could re-make the bed while 
Woodrow was in the bathroom, take the bottom sheet and 
fold it so that it became like a sleeping bag for one 
half of the bed and the same with the top sheet on the 
other side, sorted! 

I dried myself feeling a lot happier, I wrapped the 
towel around my body and folded the top over and tucked 
the open side in using my breasts to hold the whole 
thing like a strapless wrap-over dress, 'Hotel chic by 
Tracey'. 

I couldn't believe my luck, if it wasn't for the bad 
kind I would have no luck at all today, I didn't get a 
chance to re-make the bed, there was a small notice on 
the bedside table. "Dear Guest, we are experimenting 
with duvets in some of our rooms, if you would prefer 
to have the bedding replaced with sheets and blankets 
please feel free to contact housekeeping." 

I believed the note but still peeked under the duvet to 
prove that there were no separate sheets to make the 
bed safer. I could have phoned housekeeping but it was 
already midnight and who knew how long it would have 
taken to get the bed changed at that time of night. I 
decided that I would just have to keep my designer, 
towelling dress on all night. I turned the light out, 
the room was illuminated with the red glow of the hotel 
sign outside the window, I checked that the curtains 
were closed properly and they were. My room would have 
been far more suitable for Woodrow and I to have 
shared, two single beds, the dark side of the hotel, I 
smiled at myself for that thought, the dark side of the 
hotel, and here I was about to spend the night with the 
darkest man I had ever met. 

Woodrow walked slowly from the bathroom, his eyes were 
obviously taking time to accustom to the darkness while 
mine had plenty of time to adjust to the dark. There 
was no doubt about it, the rumours that I had heard 
about the way some Afro-Caribbean men were built was 
certainly true in Woodrow's case. His cock was 
gigantic; it looked just over half erect, at least nine 
inches long and thicker than my wrist. As he walked his 
member swung from side to side, in my mind I could hear 
the swishing sound that would have accompanied that 
movement in a cartoon. 

Woodrow slipped into bed at my side, he patted my 
backside and said "Goodnight." Then he grasped the top 
edge of the towel, just between my shoulder blades and 
tugged upwards. "You can't sleep in this, it's wet, I 
promised to behave all night long didn't I?" The power 
of Woodrow's arms were amazing, that simple movement 
had lifted me off of the bed and spun me almost one-
hundred and eighty degrees, I was now totally naked and 
facing Woodrow. His smile lit up the bed; he seemed to 
have teeth that had their own internal lanterns, 
"Anyway, pity to hide such a fine body as you have." 

I turned to face away from Woodrow once again, if he 
had asked me I would have opened up to him totally but 
my middle-class, socially and sexually repressed 
upbringing forbade me from making the first move. 
Woodrow settled down in the bed, he was facing me, he 
slipped his left arm under my pillow and placed his 
right hand on my right hip, he pulled me back towards 
him and I felt his cock, now fully erect, pressing 
against the tops of my thighs. 

It was an autonomic reaction, my legs parted slightly 
and the head of Woodrow's cock slid between them, 
tracing an ark in damp pre-cum through the valley of my 
buttocks and ploughing a furrow between my labia. At 
the crucial point in the arc of his cock's progress I 
eased back a little more to trap the monster at the 
gateway to my love. 

"Now then woman, you want me to break my promise to 
you, I said I'll be good all night long and I meant it, 
now settle down and go to sleep!" Woodrow's cock 
continued on its arc, it hit my clitoris and made me 
jump a little and then it was clear of the danger zone. 
I couldn't believe that I was spooning with this man 
who I had met only a few hours before, his cock was so 
long that it was peeping out between my thighs, I 
reached down and felt the huge head of the beast on my 
side of the bed and although a little scared and a lot 
disappointed, I fell asleep. 


Chapter 7
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I woke early in the morning, five am was bloody early 
by any standard, Woodrow was in exactly the same 
position as he had been when I fell asleep, the only 
difference was that his monster phallus was sleeping 
now. I could feel it still, resting against my 
buttocks, there was a heat in the thing that stood out 
against the background heat that Woodrow's body 
naturally generated. 

I needed the toilet, as I invariably did when I first 
woke up. I eased my bottom away from Woodrow and as his 
right hand fell from my hip his left arm raised up, 
turning me back towards him. His smile opened up first 
followed by his eyes and then as he said, "Where are 
you going?" Another part of his anatomy woke up too, 
"Toilet, I need the toilet" I replied. 

I sat on the toilet, last night I would have happily 
succumbed to Woodrow's advances but in the cold light 
of the day I wasn't so sure. The door opened, Woodrow 
padded into the bathroom, still totally naked, he 
opened his wash bag and took out a blue tube. Woodrow 
stood studying the tube for a while and then he put it 
on the vanity unit by the sink, "If I have to be a good 
boy this morning as well as last night, just you leave 
the tube lying where it is. If not, you bring it back 
into the bedroom with you!" Woodrow left me with a 
dichotomy, all I had to do was leave that little blue 
tube where it was and he wouldn't touch me, take it 
with me and, and, and!

Woodrow was the first black man I had met socially, I 
wouldn't say that my parents were racist, they had 
never met any black people either but they did pass on 
all of those negative stereotypes that abounded when 
they were growing up, there weren't so many stereotypes 
as I was growing up but those that were, were mostly 
negative. Woodrow had turned out to be totally against 
my preconceptions, I wasn't, for instance, already part 
of an Arab Sheikhs harem, I had not been sold into 
slavery, I hadn't been raped, drugged or beaten. 

In fact Woodrow had behaved impeccably the previous 
evening, even when I made it clear that he could, if he 
had wanted too, fuck me, and he had stood by his 
promise. There was the other question too; there was 
one stereotype that Woodrow measured up to exactly, the 
whole size thing. Could Woodrow even get his monster 
inside of my body, I actually doubted if he could. 

I had finished my toilet, wiped the parts that needed 
wiping, washed those parts that needed washing and now 
I was standing there in a quandary, on my left, almost 
clean knickers and on my right an innocent looking blue 
tube, the tube was around the size of a toothpaste 
tube. The tube looked brand new, there weren't the 
indentations in the sides that would indicate that 
Woodrow had used this tube ploy before, but then I 
would be fooling myself if I thought for one moment 
that I would be the first married woman that he had 
charmed into a hotel bedroom. 

I returned to the bedroom, still naked with one hand 
behind my back, that hand carried the blue tube. I 
jumped quickly into bed while trying to keep the tube 
hidden from Woodrow but he had seen the flash of blue 
as I hit the sheets. I felt his manhood grow against my 
back and then Woodrow reposition himself so that his 
monster dick was pressing into the fleshy mound of my 
buttocks. "Would you like me to try with out lubricant 
first Tracey?" Woodrow asked.

I nodded in response; Woodrow put his powerful right 
hand onto my thigh and positioned my body, as he wanted 
it with ease. I still had my back to him, still had the 
blue tube in my hand and now I had a huge phallus 
pressing between my thighs too. I had, once again eased 
my thighs apart to allow Woodrow slightly easier access 
to my cunny. I wasn't sure if Woodrow was a poor aim, a 
tease or a pervert but his cock was actually knocking 
on the wrong door for a few moments, I reached back and 
used my hand to guide his pleasure stick to the opening 
that I wanted him to aim for. 

Woodrow was kissing my neck, his huge hand covered my 
breast easily, he was a little rough in his handling of 
my delicate breast but the whole package that was 
Woodrow was reasonably gentle. The head of Woodrow's 
cock was engaged between my labia, it pressed at the 
opening to my womanly flower and with each kiss on my 
neck Woodrow pushed a little harder. His cock-head 
wasn't actually entering my body though but it was 
lifting me higher up the bed all the time. 

I wasn't actually in pain but then Woodrow hadn't 
actually managed to enter my body, "Would you like to 
try it with me on top?" Woodrow asked, I was at the 
point where I would have endured any amount of pain 
just to feel that magnificent cock inside me so I 
nodded. Woodrow was able to move me like a rag-doll or 
the fully pose-able Barbie-doll; he just positioned me 
on the bed and climbed between my thighs. I took a deep 
breath as Woodrow pinned my body to the bed, his spear 
was at my opening and he was putting every ounce of his 
weight into the task of gaining admittance to my body. 

I began to slide up the bed once again, even with 
Woodrow's weight pressing my body deep into the 
mattress the force of his entry attempt, the huge size 
of his weapon and the comparatively tiny size of my 
pussy meant that I acted like the cork being pressured 
out of the neck of the bottle. Woodrow even tried 
placing his hands on my shoulders, either side of my 
neck and tried to force himself in but to no avail. 

"I'll have to give in and use the lubricant, that's if 
you want me to continue!" I was almost out of my mind 
with the pent up frustration of it all and he dared to 
suggest that we could, if I liked, just stop now, 'No 
fucking way José', I wanted, needed, to feel that thing 
inside of me. I looked down my body, Woodrow had rested 
his erection along my stomach, it looked so wonderful, 
just lying there, balls resting on my pubic mound and 
cock-head well past my navel. 

Woodrow opened the blue tube and used a point on the 
top of the cap to pierce the metal seal on top of the 
tube. This lubricant wasn't like the stuff my husband 
used on me it looked more like water than jell, it 
flowed out of the tube without the need for the tube to 
be squeezed. I watched as Woodrow used the tip of one 
finger to ease a little of the slick liquid around the 
top of the tube and then the tube was inserted into my 
vagina. 

Woodrow pushed more than half of the tube into me, I 
was almost climaxing just from that little attention 
but then the tube was emptied into me, Woodrow used 
both hands to ensure that the tube was totally empty 
and it was thrown across the room. My legs were 
repositioned, feet flat to the mattress and knees 
raised, Woodrow was waiting for something, I could see 
almost as well as he could, there was a thin bead of 
lubricant oozing its way out of my body. 

Woodrow gave it a few seconds until the lubricant 
looked like a collar spreading outwards over my labia, 
then Woodrow placed his huge hands behind my knees and 
raised them further, lifting them towards my breasts. 
The new position was designed to reduce the flow of 
lubricant from my vaginal cavity but the increased 
pressure caused by my body doubling over caused the 
pool to spread a little further. Woodrow waited 
patiently, something was going to happen and it did, 
the pool suddenly stopped growing and started to 
recede. "Your cervix is now drinking in the lubricant," 
Woodrow informed me and with that he began to move in 
closer. 

My head and shoulders were tilted forward on four 
pillows and my lower body almost folded double with my 
knees pressing hard against my breasts. Woodrow's cock 
was now pressing against my labia, he rubbed his cock-
head around in the residue of the lubricant, he was 
being extra careful not to allow the lubricant to get 
on his fingers, my guess, from how slippery his cock-
head felt on my labia was that if he got any on his 
hands I might slip out from his grasp. 

I felt his cock-head engage, watched in awe as his huge 
helmet eased my lips wider and wider and then he was 
there, he eased forward slightly, there was a blinding 
pain and I watched a half inch of head disappear from 
view. Woodrow held his new position for a few seconds, 
"Has the pain stopped yet?" I was panting, something 
akin to child birth, I actually felt like I was giving 
birth but in reverse, both events needed the vaginal 
cannel to expand well beyond the norm, both caused a 
great deal of pain and both, on completion would feel 
absolutely wonderful. I nodded my head to indicate that 
the pain had receded slightly and that I was ready for 
the next push. 

Another half an inch disappeared inside, now all that 
was left outside my body was long black cock-shaft, the 
pain had increased exponentially and I had to press the 
palms of my hands against Woodrow's chest to stop him 
pushing further into me for a moment while I grew 
accustomed to the pain. I was panting hard now, my 
body's own defence had kicked in and I was entering the 
first stages of Oxygen Narcosis, my head had become 
lighter and the pain was drifting away all by its self. 
I eased the pressure that I was using to stay Woodrow's 
progress and he inched in a little further, he was now 
being guided totally by the pressure of my palms 
pressing against his chest and the further he entered 
me the easier it became. 

There was a sudden spurt of lubricant firing from the 
point of our union, "I must be at your cervix now," 
Woodrow said, up to that point the excess lubricant had 
been forced into my womb now his cock-head was covering 
the entrance to my womb and so the fluid had to find 
another release point and it had found it along the 
junction between cock-shaft and vaginal sheath. I was 
disappointed, less than half of Woodrow's enormous cock 
was inside of me and he was telling me that he was in 
as far as he could go. 

The pain had now completely abated, I was waiting for 
Woodrow to begin the actual act, the anticipation was 
driving me to bursting point. I had stopped panting now 
due to the pain, the panting that I was doing mow as 
due to excitement. Woodrow began rocking my pelvis back 
and forth while he held up a constant pressure of his 
cock against the bottom of my vaginal sheath. I began a 
slow climb to my first climax, it was certainly an 
unusual way to be fucked, Woodrow keeping his body 
totally still while rocking me back and forth, in a 
way, using my body to masturbate himself, and, don't 
get me wrong, me too. 

I was watching the whole thing, it was the first time 
that I had really been able to watch myself getting 
fucked, a smaller man would have got in the way even in 
this 'open' position, Woodrow was exactly the right 
man, fucking me in exactly the right position for me to 
see everything. My back was beginning to hurt a little 
from my awkward position but I could see my clitoris, 
alternately pressed down onto Woodrow's cock-shaft and 
then released, as my climax built up I could see the 
small appendage growing a little deeper red as the 
blood was pumped into it and it grew a little in size 
too. 

"Just rest your palms on my chest again girl," Woodrow 
told me, I looked puzzled but moved my hands back on to 
his chest, I was very comfortable with his size in me 
now, there was no way that I would be trying to stop 
his progress now. The tempo of his rocking built up 
slightly to match my point of climactic scale, slightly 
faster rocking took me slightly closer to my final 
release. I was absolutely ready for Woody to push me 
that little bit harder and finally tip me over the edge 
and on to my full-blown orgasm. My breathing was 
increasing in pace and shallowness, so close now to 
that final moment, that volcanic release, please, 
Woodrow, please just a little harder. 

As I reached my climax there was a sudden pain 
accompanying the absolute pleasure. I had closed my 
eyes as my climax finally washed over me but they were 
catapulted open by the pain, I was glad that Woodrow 
had told me to push against his chest again because I 
was able to hold him back slightly. I saw his cock move 
another inch into my body; I was panicking, if he was 
as deep in me as he could be before then how come he 
had just slipped another inch into my body. "Don't be 
scared little girl, your inner flower just opened for 
me that's all!" Woodrow said, "What the hell do you 
mean?" 

"The lubricant has worked its way into your womb making 
the entrance slippery and when you climaxed your 
cervical muscle went into spasm and it allowed me to 
get inside, the pain will subside shortly and then you 
will get the fuck of your life!" Woodrow had now 
released the pressure on my legs allowing them to fall 
back slightly and taking the strain off of my lower 
back. 

I eased the pressure on his chest slightly and he 
pushed forward slightly until I stopped him again. This 
went on for around twenty minutes, eventually I could 
feel Woodrow's balls slapping against my labia and he 
was inside of me more completely than any person had 
been in my life. As I waited for the final pain to 
subside Woodrow moved one of my hands to my stomach, I 
could actually feel the movement and he tensed and then 
relaxed his buttock muscles causing his erection to 
bounce slightly inside my womb. 

The relaxation period over, Woodrow began to move a 
fraction of an inch back and forth, I hit my second 
orgasm in seconds, then Woodrow increased his pace 
slightly, he was in no hurry, he wanted to keep my pain 
to a minimum and my potential pleasure to an absolute 
maximum. He told me that if he slipped out of my cervix 
that he wouldn't try to get back inside again he would 
simply finish himself off in my vaginal sheath. Woodrow 
was extremely knowledgeable about my anatomy, more so 
than I was myself, certainly more than any man I had 
ever met before. 

There was now a slow fucking rhythm, his cock was 
leaving my body by about two inches and then slipping 
back in until scrotum hit labia, and then the movement 
was repeated, I was boiling through a third and fourth 
orgasm. My climaxes were now chained together, one 
starting before the previous one ended. If I hadn't 
been so 'out of my head', so sexually driven, I might 
have wondered exactly what Woodrow was getting out of 
the time he had invested in getting me ready to take 
him totally. And then I knew, Woodrow was now building 
his tempo up, he was talking 'dirty', well I should say 
he was verbally encouraging me on to a higher plateau 
of sexual fulfilment. 

My body was being rocked; I shook like a rag-doll on a 
stick, a human stick, my body and then my world were 
rocked totally. I began to fall into semi-consciousness 
and as soon as Woodrow realised that my body had passed 
beyond feeling he picked up his pace to a frenetic 
pounding, I was all climaxed out, all I could do now 
was watch as Woodrow enjoyed himself with my body. 
Sweat was falling from Woodrow's magnificent body, 
falling on my body like rain, there was no longer any 
gentleness or consideration in his actions. Woodrow was 
an animal and he was taking his bestial pleasure out on 
my limp and unresponsive body. 

As I drifted into a higher conscious state I took 
pleasure in watching Woodrow's face as his body tensed 
up, his breathing momentarily stopped, his gleaming 
white teeth clenched hard and he pressed my body deeper 
into the mattress. Woodrow was finally climaxing, his 
seed was being placed against the lining of my womb, I 
knew that if it had been my time I would have been 
pregnant after this fuck. Woodrow fell against my body, 
I couldn't feel his jizz as it boiled from his balls 
directly into my womb but I could feel the 'after-
shock' as his volcanic eruption rippled along his cock-
shaft. 

We lay there, locked together as Woodrow's cock 
deflated, it reminded me of a dog tied to his bitch 
until his knot receded enough to allow their 
uncoupling. It took Woodrow around ten minutes to 
shrink enough for his cock-head to egress from my 
cervical canal and pop back into my vagina and then the 
act was complete, Woodrow eased his body off of mine 
and he pulled me to my feet with both hands. 

"Thank you Tracey, that was the best fuck I have had in 
years," I giggled, blushed and looked away, it was the 
first time I had been complimented in quite that way, 
my mind said, 'yes, sure, I'll bet you say that to a 
different woman every week'. "Trust me Tracey, I have 
had a few encounters in my time but most women run a 
mile when they realise what I am trying to do to them, 
you didn't and it made it so special for me, I hope 
that I made it special for you too!" 

I looked at the clock, it was nine o'clock already, and 
I was officially late for work, and I was still god 
knows how far away from work. Woodrow went into the 
bathroom and took a quick shower, I needed one badly, I 
took a few steps and then I got a terrible stomach 
cramp, fluid was running out of my belly, spunk mixed 
with super slick lubricant were running from my body as 
if I was pissing myself. 

I trod on the discarded tube and picked it up, I 
checked the printing on the tube, I couldn't read it, 
not because of poor printing but because it was printed 
in a foreign language, at that moment Woodrow emerged 
from the bathroom, "It's from Amsterdam, I pick it up 
when I'm over there on my monthly 'fun' trip, it's 
crazy but they aren't allowed to sell it in the UK but 
they can sell it in newsagents over there. 

I walked towards the bathroom, I needed to shower, I 
stank of sweat and sex, Woodrow stopped me at that 
point and kissed me on the mouth, I quickly did a 
rewind in my mind, from the moment I climbed into bed 
following my toilet at five am Woodrow had only kissed 
me on my body, he had kissed most of my body but only 
on my body, I asked him why, "Sex is just sex, anyone 
can fuck anyone else, it means nothing, less than 
nothing but a proper kiss, a soul kiss, that means a 
whole different kind of thing," he said. 

Breakfast had to be skipped unfortunately, as Woodrow 
signed for the bill the young couple emerged from the 
lift with their two offspring, the young woman thanked 
me for my kindness, I stopped her mid sentence and 
thanked her instead, as I walked to my car I looked 
back and saw a very confused young woman fighting with 
a baby and a toddler as she watched my 'swagger' to my 
car, I wasn't walking, it was more like floating, I was 
defiantly the cat that got all the cream and to prove 
it the cream was even then pooling out and into my M&S 
double cotton gusset. 


Chapter 8
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I was almost two hours late for work, my colleges 
spotted instantly that there was something wrong with 
me, well something different at least if not wrong. I 
knew that I was glowing far more than I had ever glowed 
in my life before. Even the simple act of sitting at my 
desk reminded me of my early morning foray into a very 
different world of sex. I had just spent six days 
suffering with the cramps and other pains caused by my 
menstruation, which I found to be a trial each and 
every month and now, here I was suffering almost the 
same pains, the same cramps, the same dripping from my 
lower orifice but this time it had been caused by 
pleasure, and extreme pleasure at that. 

All through the day I couldn't help myself, I kept 
rubbing my stomach, I had to keep rubbing my stomach, 
each time I pressed my palm against my lower abdomen I 
remembered the feelings, I closed my eyes and I could 
see the whole thing over again. Watching myself that 
way had been a blast in itself but watching as Woodrow 
opened up my body, feeling as he almost split me in 
two, the pain and the pleasure, it was almost 
unbearable to live those minutes and hours over and 
over again, knowing that I would never feel anything 
quite like that ever again. 

Each time the phone on my desk rang I almost jumped out 
of my skin, my body may have been sitting in my typists 
chair, behind my nasty Formica and chipboard desk, in 
front of a computer screen that had remained black all 
day but my mind and my heart were both in a hotel room, 
in a small village, just five miles from the back of 
beyond. When my cell-phone rang I jumped even higher, 
Harry, my husband, was the only person I would have 
expected to ring me on my cell-phone during the day. I 
checked the screen, I didn't recognise the number I saw 
flashing out at me. 

"Hello!" "Hi, Tracey," just two words but it conjured 
up a whole colourful mosaic in my mind, I instantly saw 
a huge grin of brilliant white teeth, hands that were 
both immensely powerful and at the same time gentle. 
"You there?" "Hi Woodrow, how unexpected, how did you 
get my number?" "Well little girl, or should I say not 
so little girl today. I stole it from your phone while 
you took your shower!" Woodrow was calling to see if I 
was OK, he told me to make sure and check to see that 
any fluid that was leaking out was clear, any signs of 
blood and I had to get to A&E immediately, he had been 
talking about me to a friend of his from the JH club 
and he reminded him that there could be complications 
caused by a woman's first time. 

"You told someone that you did that to me, I thought 
you were more of a gentleman that that Woodrow!" "Baby 
girl, we always tell each other everything, the whole 
point of the JH club is to let everyone know there may 
be a new 'camp follower' out there." I so wanted to ask 
what the hell the JH club was but I knew that I had to 
hang up the phone and then turn it off for the rest of 
the day, just to make a point to Woodrow that he had 
overstepped the bounds. 

I dialled a number on my desk phone almost 
absentmindedly, "Hi!" I recognised Sandy's cheery 
voice, "Hi it's me Tracey," "Hi Tracey, I didn't expect 
this call, I thought that you would forget all about us 
now that you have a job 'down south'!" "No, I have just 
been a bit rushed off of my feet, that's all," "Dell 
has been missing you like crazy," "Has he? Sandy, I 
phoned to ask if you have ever heard of a club called 
the JH club?" 

"No, never come across that one," I thought for a few 
moments, I wanted to go into every detail of the 
mornings entertainment with Sandy and then it hit me, I 
had known Sandy for less than a month and I wanted to 
tell her everything, not so much to brag but to share 
with someone before I burst. Woodrow had probably known 
his friend for years and he had done exactly what I 
would have just done, that is before I had just acted 
so petulantly to him.

"You still there Tracey?" "Sorry, I got a bit 
distracted, just wondered if you had ever come across 
that club that's all, we'll have to get together at the 
weekend for a drink if you have a spare five minutes!" 
I hung up the phone, I felt strangely confused, now I 
wanted to turn my phone back on, wanted to use the 
recent call facility on my cell-phone to get Woodrow's 
number and call him back to apologise, but there was 
still a part of me that was shocked and embarrassed to 
find out that men are as big gossips as women.

I managed to leave my cell-phone switched off until 
five o'clock, I only switched it back on as I placed it 
in the hands-free cradle in my car. I had driven less 
than five miles when it rang, I recognised Woodrow's 
number as it flashed onto the screen, the phone was set 
to auto-answer so I had no choice but to talk to him. 
"Hi baby, we got cut off earlier," "Yes sorry, I was in 
an open plan office and there were too many ears 
around." 

We talked about nothing at all for over an hour, I was 
most of the way home and because I had been chattering 
to Woodrow the whole way it made the journey seem to go 
past in a flash. "I'm almost home now Woodrow," "Call 
me Woody," I giggled, "Would that be a descriptive 
noun," I said and Woody dissolved into fits of 
laughter. I told Woody that I had arrived at home, even 
though I was a mile or so from it and told him that he 
couldn't ring me again, "Can I call you on your way to 
work?" "OK, but not until after seven o'clock." I drove 
the last mile home with the phone turned off. 

Harry was waiting for me when I got home, he had been 
trying my mobile for almost an hour and he got a busy 
signal all the time, I told him that I had my phone 
turned off all day but that didn't cut any ice with 
him, he knew a busy signal when he heard one. 

I made my own supper, Harry had been trying to call me 
to see if I wanted him to wait until I got home to eat 
but as he couldn't contact me he had decided to eat 
alone. 'Petulant child' ran through my mind, his plate 
was still warm in the kitchen when I got home, so he 
would have only had to wait a few more minutes for me 
and we could have eaten together. 

I heard the house phone ring, I froze, what if Woodrow 
had searched through the list in my address book and 
found the entry for home, that could be him phoning me 
now. I 'cocked an ear' to listen to what Harry was 
saying, he was telling someone that I was busy, he 
couldn't call me to the phone but he would take a 
message, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the 
word Sandy, it was Sandy calling not Woody, perhaps to 
organise that drink at the weekend. I washed all the 
pots, Harry's and my own and then joined him in the 
living room, "Who was on the phone?" 

"Wrong number," I had distinctly heard him say Sandy 
and that I was busy and couldn't be disturbed, well I 
certainly was disturbed now. Harry went to the toilet a 
short while later and I dialled one four seven one, to 
get the number of the last person to call our phone, it 
was Sandy's number. Harry came back into the living 
room and I went to the bathroom, I took my cell-phone 
with me and while my bath was running I called Sandy. 

Sandy had been talking to a friend of hers in London 
who had heard of a club called the JH club but she 
didn't believe it really existed but there was an email 
address that she had been given if I wanted to try to 
contact them which was 'jh_club_london@yahoo.co.uk'. 
Rumour had it that the club had been set up as a 
support group for men who were particularly well 
endowed but who had difficulty finding lovers who could 
satisfy them totally. "I wouldn't think that a man with 
an above average sized cock would have any difficulty 
in finding partners willing to try!" I quipped.

"Well yes, I mean, Size isn't everything and all that 
but imagine if you were a man who had a monster of a 
weapon and you could only find women who, although 
willing, could only take half or less, how frustrated 
would you be?" Was Sandy's reply, my hand went 
instantly to my own belly and I closed my eyes to 
relive that mornings sexual encounter.

"Mmmmmmm, yes," I said. I used the notepad facility on 
my cell-phone to store the email address that Sandy had 
given me, I wasn't sure if i would want to contact the 
club, that was if it existed at all. Before I let Sandy 
go I asked her if she had phoned me before and left a 
message for me with Harry, "Yes a few times" was her 
response, "Thanks Sandy, I'll remember that drink at 
the weekend, catch you soon." 

As I soaked in my bath I played things over in my mind, 
I was far from the perfect wife, and getting further 
away all the time but that still didn't excuse Harry 
vetting who I could talk to and who I couldn't. Harry 
had proved himself not to be the perfect husband as 
well, I didn't know if he had been playing away from 
home as I had been for the past few weeks but I 
believed that what he was doing to me was actually 
worse, mental cruelty rather than physical cruelty. 

Harry was in bed waiting for me when I finished my 
bath, he obviously expected sex from me as it was a few 
days since my period had finished, the time of my 
monthly cycle where he felt it was safest to have sex 
with me and not risk my falling pregnant, even though 
his treatment to turn off his sperm production was 
almost at an end and he was almost totally safe 
himself. I'm not usually vindictive but as Harry made 
his move I told him that I had a headache and turned my 
back to him. 

If Harry had been woody I think I would have felt a hot 
snake of man flesh probing me from behind, if Harry had 
been more like Dell I think I would have felt soft 
caresses of loving fingers at my temple trying to sooth 
away my pain. Harry "Harrumphed" and turned his back to 
me, the word 'petulant' kept running through my mind 
over and over again. 

Breakfast was a fast affair, I managed to shower, make 
coffee and toast, eat the one and drink the other and 
was walking out of the front door as Harry walked down 
the stairs, I waited for a kiss at the door but Harry 
waked straight past and into the kitchen, "Bye then!" I 
shouted, I heard no response; I didn't expect to, I 
closed the door as gently as possible so as not to 
break the spell. I checked my watch, six forty-five, I 
would just about reach the motorway by seven o'clock, I 
would turn my phone on at one minute to seven and I 
expected to hear the ring tone at exactly seven. 

I switched the phone on at two minutes to seven; I was 
dropping down the slip road leading from the A 52 to 
the roundabout that formed the midway point between the 
A52 and the M1. As soon as I reached the Motorway I 
would need most of my wits about me, I wouldn't be able 
to turn the phone on so easily. "Good morning baby," I 
was concentrating so much that I missed the ringing of 
the phone completely; it was a good thing that the 
phone was set to auto-answer. I checked my clock before 
I responded, exactly seven o'clock, "Hi Woody, how did 
you sleep?" "I missed you, did you miss me?" 

"No not one bit!" I lied, "Oh so you let your old man 
in last night then?" "No!" My response was an automatic 
reaction, I chastised my self inwardly, there was no 
reason to tell Woodrow anything about my home life, 
what my husband and I did or did not do together. "So 
you need a little love this morning then?" "Why you on 
the motorway between Nottingham and Leicester right now 
then?" "No, but I could be at Junction fifteen in an 
hour!" "Well there would be little point, I can't be 
late again this week, I would only have five minutes at 
the most so there is no point in either of us getting 
our hopes up," I said. 

There were a few breaks in the conversation, usually as 
I went under a bridge or passed from one cell to 
another that was too busy to handle the extra traffic 
but basically Woody and I chatted for the whole time 
that I drove southward, as I left the Motorway at 
junction fifteen I noticed a large, powder blue Audi 
A6, parked in a lay-by just off the motorway slip road. 
My reactions were a little slow and I almost missed the 
lay-by altogether, I just managed to squeeze on to the 
last six feet of safety zone. Woody drove along the 
lay-by so that he was right behind me. I was fighting 
furiously to fix my makeup, I wasn't expecting to see 
anyone until I got into the office and usually I would 
fix myself up in the car park just before going in to 
work. 

Woody opened my door and helped me out of my car; his 
kiss was passionate in the extreme, but then so was my 
response, "Come with me to a hotel for an hour" Woodrow 
asked me, I checked my watch, I had fifteen minutes to 
be sitting at my desk, "I can't be late again, I'm 
sorry but not this time." Woodrow kissed me again, 
"Yes, sure, I understand," I saw the disappointment in 
his eyes, he had driven from London to Northampton, 
fifty miles or more, and after our brief encounter he 
would have to drive all the way back, I stood a chance 
of being a few minutes late at most but he would be 
around ninety minutes late or even more. 

I saw disappointment turn into mental triumph across 
Woodrow's face, "Tell your husband that you have 
decided to stop over in Northampton tonight and drive 
down to London to my flat and spend the night with me." 
Woody's plan was very simple, very appealing and I 
though a definite case of poetic justice on Harry for 
his petulance. "Let me think about it and I'll let you 
know before five, and don't phone me while I'm at work 
either!" I said, we kissed until the last minute 
possible, my back pressed against the door of my little 
Vauxhall and I had to quite literally tear my lips away 
from Woody's to enable me to get to work on time. 

If I did agree to go to London to spend the night with 
Woodrow I would at least know that I would have a real 
man to share the darkness with. I could have phoned 
woody as he drove south to London, I was ninety-nine 
percent sure that I would be phoning Harry later to 
tell him the bad news, that I would be stopping over 
night in a Northampton hotel, but then it wouldn't do 
to give too much to Woodrow too quickly, meat that has 
had time to stew in its own juice all day would be the 
tenderest meat of all. 


Chapter 9
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After meeting Woodrow I decided that keeping a small 
bag in my car with a wash-bag, blouse, skirt, underwear 
and makeup in it would be worth the effort, just in 
case I had a breakdown and had to stop over somewhere, 
I had planned to sort it out on Saturday. I would need 
to buy a small, soft sided, case and a wash-bag with 
everything I may need for an overnight stay but now I 
was contemplating stopping out for reasons other than a 
breakdown or traffic problem or even because I needed 
to work late and I hadn't actually had a chance to sort 
my case out. 

I phoned Harry on his cell-phone around eleven in the 
morning, one of his colleagues answered his phone, 
Harry was out in the factory, they didn't allow cell-
phones to be taken into the main chemical works area as 
it could be a potential explosion trigger, I was glad 
in a way, I wasn't looking forward to telling Harry 
that I wouldn't be home, in fact, I didn't feel like 
talking to Harry at all if I could help it. 

"OK, thanks, could you tell him that his wife called 
please, and that I'll send him an email later." I hung 
up the phone and went into a blank few minutes, Harry's 
work-mate had said something that I could have 
misunderstood, misheard or anything but it sounded like 
he had said, "OK, Sarah I'll let him know." Sarah, it 
isn't like Tracey could be mistaken for Sarah, Harry 
had been married before but her name was Dawn and he 
didn't work at Boots back then. 

Twelve o'clock came rapidly, I jumped into my car and 
drove into the centre of Northampton, I needed a M&S or 
a BHS, I didn't need anything fancy, just a few bits of 
ordinary work clothing, navy skirt, white blouse, white 
bra and panties, a wash-bag and face-cloth, soap and 
box to hold it in, toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant, 
talcum-powder, lipstick, eye-liner, mascara, face 
powder, simple compact with mirror in the lid. It took 
the whole hour to find everything I needed, including 
the small case to hold everything. 

I did deviate slightly from the merely practical and 
picked up a thong as well as the usual M&S white cotton 
double gusseted knickers that I would usually buy, the 
skirt I picked was shorter than I would usually wear, 
the blouse a little sheerer but I picked up a camisole 
top to put under it for work. I also picked up a pack 
of five tan tights and one pair of self-supporting 
stockings. I was late back from lunch which didn't go 
down well with the line manager but I made him laugh 
when I said that I had nipped home for dinner and the 
traffic was a little heavy on the way back. 

I wrote my email to Harry, it just said, "Traffic very 
heavy this morning, late for work once again, decided 
to stop over in Northampton so I will be on time in the 
morning" I received a reply a few moments later asking 
for the name of the hotel but I chose to ignore it. I 
phoned Woodrow at four o'clock to tell him that I would 
be turning left at junction fifteen instead of right, 
it took him a few seconds but when the penny dropped he 
dissolved into laughter, his image immediately flooded 
my mind, that huge, round, black face of his rent 
asunder with the most perfectly white, perfectly formed 
teeth I had ever seen. He gave me directions to a 
multi-storey car park, which was close to Staples 
corner and a safe place to park my car overnight, he 
would pick me up from there at six thirty. 

The afternoon had dragged by but that last hour between 
four and five o'clock went by in the twinkle of an eye 
and there I was, approaching junction fifteen of the M1 
and planning to turn left and head south for London. 
The car park was, fortunately, easy to find and there 
were directions inside to a special overnight parking 
area which was a cage on the bottom floor, just behind 
the security officers room and had a floor to ceiling 
gate that would be locked between ten pm, when the car 
park closed and six o'clock in the morning when it re-
opened again. 

I took a deep breath at the ten pounds it cost to use 
the overnight facility, the attendant told me that I 
could leave my car in the general area for five pounds 
but it wouldn't be protected, I paid the extra. Woodrow 
was fifteen minutes late, ''Traffic" he said as I eased 
myself into his passenger seat and threw my bag onto 
the lap of a man sitting in the back seat. "Oh My god, 
I'm sorry," I blurted out.

"This is Gary, my flat-mate," Woodrow explained, Gary 
and I shook hands after Gary moved my new bag over to 
the empty seat by his side. Woodrow leaned over and 
kissed me long and hard while all around him people 
were paping their hooters to show their anger at the 
place he had stopped to pick me up. It took almost an 
hour to get to Woody's flat we seemed to crawl along 
main roads through 'pinch points', like railway lines 
or rivers and then drive at frenetic speeds up and down 
side roads to avoid the crawl along the main road and 
then join in the crawl again for the next 'pinch 
point'. 

Flat was rather a misnomer for the space that Woody and 
Gary shared, well the space that Woody, Gary and Leroy 
shared, I met Leroy when we arrived, he was cooking the 
evening meal and he acted just like a stereotype wife, 
'What time do you call this, why didn't you tell me 
there would be another for dinner, you could have 
called, we'll be lucky if it isn't all ruined'. Woodrow 
whispered to me, "I'll get my own back tomorrow, It's 
my turn to be the bitch tomorrow. 

I needed to use the toilet and drop my bag off 
someplace, I could have just put it on the floor in the 
cavernous space that was the living area of the flat, 
it was an open plan area that encompassed the kitchen, 
living room, and study but was around three hundred 
square feet of pristinely clean, totally uncluttered 
space, definitely along the minimalist line. I had 
placed my bag on the floor originally but it simply 
screamed out 'untidy' as it sat there all alone.

I held my bag up towards Woodrow and said I need the 
toilet and a place to put this, Woody pointed to a 
flight of stairs half way along one wall, again open 
plan, I looked up and there was what seemed to be a 
mezzanine floor with a three foot high divider to stop 
people in the living space seeing beyond. The mezzanine 
floor took up around half the space that the main 
living area took up and the kitchen / dining area was 
situated under the mezzanine floor. 

I have to say, the shock I got from finding that 
Woodrow lived with two other men was as nothing 
compared with the shock I received when I reached the 
top of the stairs, the mezzanine floor was also open 
plan, there was a three foot high wall dividing the 
sleeping area from the bathroom and all three beds, all 
three double beds, were in one large open plan room. 
Shock number two came from seeing Gary, standing in his 
boxer shorts, hanging his suit in his wardrobe. The 
look on my face must have been very telling as Gary 
said, "I do hope you're not the shy kind, Woody said 
that he thought you would be open-minded enough to cope 
with this!" 

I didn't answer, I knew that I had turned the colour of 
Lobster Thermadore from the top of my head to the tip 
of my toes. Gary gave me a slightly impatient look, the 
kind a father might give a child after the fiftieth 
time of explaining something, "You can have this if you 
need it," he said, pointing to a Japanese screen. The 
screen was freestanding, around eight feet long and was 
currently being used to screen a computer table from 
the rest of the sleeping area. I did manage to get a 
good look at Gary though, he was definitely a 
sportsman, he was six foot two tall, around fifteen 
stone and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. 

I had heard of men with a perfect 'six pack' in my life 
and I had believed that I had met one or two but seeing 
Gary I realised I had only ever seen runners up before. 
Gary pointed to Woodrow's bed and I dropped my bag on 
it, again it shouted out 'untidy' but this time I left 
it there. I still needed to negotiate the bathroom, I 
walked through the opening with two, three foot high, 
louvered swinging doors, mocking a western bar 
entrance. 

Gary was watching me as I walked into the bathroom 
area, I could have made a big thing out of it but I 
decided to just begin the squat and pull the draws down 
when I was sure that I was low enough to be hidden from 
Gary. It was very disconcerting sitting on the 
'crapper' and still being able to see the bedroom and 
the still almost naked Gary, we even chatted while I 
sat there, I found it very difficult to do even a 
number one, never mind the number two that I wanted to 
do. 

I had noticed that as I entered the bathroom area a 
powerful fan had started silently to draw up any 
miscreant odours that may have emanated from anyone 
using the bathroom and there was a kind of cowl that 
gathered the fan's efforts, like a huge cooker hood. 
"I'll leave the number two until later, when I'm alone 
on the mezzanine floor," I said to myself. 

The meal was surprisingly good, despite Leroy's 
bitching about it being ruined because everyone was so 
late, Leroy was the shortest of the three men that were 
sharing the flat, he was five foot six tall, dressed is 
very stylish clothes, looked like a model, even half 
way through cooking an elaborate meal he still looked 
amazingly well turned out. The conversation over the 
meal was sparkling, the three men were obviously very 
well educated, Gary, the white Gary, lived in Yorkshire 
at the weekends, he was married with two children and 
lived in London because that was the only place he 
could find work, his wife simply refused to move to 
London so the weekly commute was all that Gary could 
do. 

Leroy lived at the flat all week, he was consummately 
single as no woman would put up with his neatness 
obsession, he was the reason the flat was so pristinely 
tidy. When Leroy went to the oven to bring the sweet 
through Woody whispered, "He actually gets off on 
tiding up, if he is down I deliberately spill flower on 
the floor and then go to the pub, when i get back he is 
as happy as Larry!" 

With the meal over Woodrow took my hand and led me to 
the stairs, I was totally full from the meal and if I 
had thought for one minute that I would be dragged up 
to the bedroom immediately after the meal I might not 
have eat so much. In my mind it made sense, with the 
room being so open if one of them wanted to 'entertain' 
a friend it would be better while the others were 
downstairs watching TV than when the three beds were 
actually occupied. I was of course wrong.

Woodrow simply wanted me to have a shower and get 
changed so that he could take me out and show me off. 
The shower screen was clear plastic, naturally, I could 
be seen in the nude from any point in the sleeping 
area, naturally, Gary came up the stairs while I was 
half way through my shower, naturally. Gary and Woodrow 
were busy chatting about something while I was 
finishing my shower. 

I called to Woodrow for a towel, which was the first 
time that Gary actually looked around in my direction, 
he nodded his head, he was impressed with what he saw 
and didn't mind showing me that he appreciated the fact 
that I wasn't squirming down, trying to keep out of 
sight, he seemed to instinctively known what a major 
step forward it was for me not to try and hide myself. 

Woodrow had opened my bag and taken out my thong, the 
rest of the things he simply placed in his wardrobe. He 
had a new deodorant for me, he told me that he had 
smelt it the day after he met me and he knew that the 
delicate scent in the deodorant would suit me 
perfectly. I looked at the fact that the only thing he 
had left out in the clothing line was my thong panties, 
"Is that all I am going to be allowed to wear?" I 
asked, Woodrow shook his head, he had a rugby shirt 
which Gary had donated and a black leather belt that 
was borrowed from Leroy. 

The Rugby shirt was an understatement of clothing while 
the belt was an exaggeration of every belt in the 
world, it was three and a half inches wide, had an 
ounce of silver in the buckle, I actually thought that 
some girls would have worn that belt as a skirt and 
chuckled inwardly. I was amazed at the length of the 
Rugby shirt, it was shorter than any dress that I would 
have been tempted to wear and with the belt on it was 
even shorter. Woodrow had asked me to go braless, again 
something that I wouldn't usually consider, wouldn't 
have considered three weeks ago anyway but now it 
seemed OK. 

Woodrow and I left the flat, me in a lilac rugby shirt, 
belt and thong and Woodrow in beige Chinos, white silk 
shirt, Alligator skin shoes and a gold chain around his 
neck that would bend the back of a lesser man. Woodrow 
had organised a taxi to take us into the city, it 
wasn't the usual Ford Sierra that we would have found 
in Nottingham, not even the traditional 'black cab' 
that London was renowned for but a sleek, black, 
Mercedes limousine. I got a little shock when I sat in 
the rear seat, the leather was very cold on my bottom 
which only served to point out just exactly how short 
my sporty dress was. 

The pub looked like any other from the façade, it was 
called the Lion and Unicorn and standing outside the 
front of the building I began to wonder what we were 
doing at this particular pub. I could see through the 
windows that the pub was full of older men, and I could 
hear form the cacophony of sounds that the customer 
base was predominantly of Irish extraction. Woodrow led 
me to a side door, there was a flight of stairs that 
past the bar and up to a room above, the door was 
marked 'Private Party'. 

The room was large, not as large as Woodrow's flat but 
still large, there were five men in the room already, a 
small bar in one corner of the room and a buffet on a 
trestle table on the opposite side of the room to the 
bar. Woody remembered my preference for soft drinks and 
ordered me a St. Clements, it wasn't half as good as 
the on he had ordered at the hotel the first time we 
met but it was still refreshing. The room above the 
Lion and Unicorn public house was a theatre, a concept 
that we simply didn't have in Nottinghamshire, they 
could put on small plays or show films or have parties, 
the seating had been stacked at the end of the room 
opposite the stage so the floor was totally 
uncluttered, well that was apart from the carpet which 
was very cluttered with the detritus of many years of 
abuse. 

The room began to fill up around ten o'clock, there had 
been sporadic music played on an old sound system. 
Hardly disco, but the music was slow and the dancing 
was interesting. At ten fifteen the lights were turned 
down to a glimmer, usually at a disco, even with the 
room lights out there is still plenty of ambient light 
given off by the disco lighting to see reasonably 
clearly on the dance floor, this place was different. 
No lights meant that the dance floor was in almost 
total darkness, the windows had the blackout curtains, 
used when showing films, closed and I began to feel 
quite intimidated by people bumping into Woodrow and I 
as we danced. 

I was guided to the side of the room by Woodrow, we 
stood talking as best we could over the noise of the 
music. "Why have they turned the lights down so much, 
it's dangerous!" I said to Woodrow, "Well, new guests 
don't like people seeing them," he replied, "seeing 
them do what?" I asked, I was led to the stage end of 
the room, Woodrow was searching for something, then he 
found it and he positioned my hand onto something that 
was lying in the stage. A pile of clothes, I could make 
out the course material of a sweater and much softer 
material of a woman's knickers, then a pair of men's 
trousers. 

"Are they dancing in the nude?" "Yes, and in thirty 
minutes or so the lights will go up one notch."

"Why?"

"To allow the new members to get use to dancing in the 
nude with each other." 

I had never heard of anything like this, but then 
something struck me, I was new, well new to this place, 
new to Woody really, we had after all only known each 
other for three days. I felt Woodrow moving about at my 
side, he wasn't dancing, then I realised that he was 
undressing. 

"Am I supposed to undress?" I asked, I have to admit to 
being on the one hand annoyed that I was being taken 
for granted and on the other hand being mildly turned 
on by the thought of couples dancing in close proximity 
in the nude. 

"No little girl, you don't have to do nothing that you 
don't want to do, never," Woodrow took me by the hand 
into the corner created by the end of the food table 
and the front of the stage.

I bumped into by someone, my hand brushed against very 
soft flesh, a woman had collided with me, her hand 
touched my bottom at the same time that mine brushed 
against hers and she withdrew quickly as she realised 
that I was fully dressed. 

Woodrow and I danced for twenty minutes or so, most of 
the dances were slow, some were bump and grind, because 
of the fact that Woodrow was so much taller than I, the 
fact that I only had my one inch high work shoes on and 
the fact that Woodrow was particularly well endowed and 
hard as a flag staff, while we danced the bump and 
grind dances I could feel the tip of Woodrow's cock 
brushing the underside of my breasts through the course 
material of the Rugby shirt. 

A buzzer sounded in between two records, "Well it's 
time to go I guess," Woody said, "I thought you said 
that the lights would go up a notch, why is it over?" 
"After this record the lights will go up a little but 
we will have to go first," "Why, because I am still 
dressed?" "Yes, but this isn't to pressurise you in any 
way, the whole point of these evenings is to 
'acclimatise' new members into the club at their own 
pace, so it is perfectly ok for us to go now and maybe 
try again another time!" "Do I have to be totally 
nude?" "No, for the next stage you can keep your 
panties on, we could dance for another thirty minutes 
and then go before the lights are turned up more." 

I unfastened the large silver belt buckle and placed 
the mockery of a belt on the edge of the food table, 
the Rugby shirt was next to be discarded, to join the 
belt at the end of the buffet. I watched as a few 
couples left the room and then the lights went up to 
quarter brightness. I could see that there were already 
people fully nude, mostly the men but a few of the 
women were too, many more dancing in their underwear. 

While the lights were out the room had filled slightly, 
there were around twenty couples dancing on the main 
floor and a few single men standing chatting in three 
small groups. The thing that was most noticeable about 
all of the men that I could see clearly was the fact 
that they were all incredibly well endowed, not all as 
well as Woodrow but all bigger than I was use to 
seeing. 

The next record started and woody moved in on me and 
started the rhythmic movement that was dancing, very 
slow dancing, very close and personal dancing. 
Woodrow's cock felt even harder now as it pressed 
against my stomach during the close order dancing. We 
spun and swayed and eventually danced our way out of 
the corner and into the main body of the room, there 
was no accidental collisions now, there was enough 
light for everyone to avoid each other. 

Half way through the third record a white man wandered 
over to Woodrow and I, he had been standing talking to 
three other single men but he had been watching Woodrow 
and I for two of the three records. He walked right up 
to the back of Woodrow and placed his right hand on 
Woodrow's left shoulder, Woodrow looked back and said, 
"Hi Jerry," then he turned back to me and said, 
"Tracey, this is Jerry, Jerry this is Tracey!"

Jerry had taken the opportunity of the introduction to 
peer over Woodrow's shoulder and have a good look at my 
semi naked body, he made no attempt to hide the fact 
that after taking in every inch of my frontal elevation 
he shifted position slightly so that he could look down 
my back. Jerry had begun to match our rhythm, still 
with his right hand resting on Woodrow's shoulder and 
at a point in the record where the more flamboyant 
dancers had spun their partners around Jerry spun 
himself around and now he was standing behind me, 
facing me and he was taking up Woodrow and my rhythm 
again. 

I felt Jerry's right hand now resting on my right 
shoulder and his left hand on my hip, Jerry and Woodrow 
were now forming the bread and I the filling in a human 
sandwich. I could feel Jerry's cock pressing into the 
small of my back, he was four inches shorter than 
Woodrow and his member wasn't quite as long so it felt 
quite odd to have the head of one cock touching up 
under my breasts and another feeling like it was eight 
inches lower pressing into the small of my back. 

Woodrow kissed up my neck until his mouth was next to 
my ear, "Are you ok?" I nodded my response, "I think 
Jerry would like to dance with you," I pulled my head 
away from Woodrow and looked puzzled, Woodrow pulled me 
back so that my ear was back in contact with his mouth, 
"You can say no, you can stop anything at any time, 
this is your night, but it would be nice if you had a 
little dance with Jerry as well as me." If I was at 
home in Nottingham, at a normal disco, with normal 
people, dressed normally, I would have thought nothing 
of dancing a few dances with Harry's friends. The main 
difference was that I was fully dressed at a normal 
disco and everyone knew that Harry was quite a jealous 
man and would be watching every step to ensure no 
liberties were taken. 

That record finally stopped and in the dying chords 
Woodrow spun me in a slow pirouette on the end of his 
finger, when I stopped turning I was facing Jerry, I 
knew I could have said no, but I got the feeling that 
this was all part of Woodrow's generous nature, willing 
to share everything, but did that include me? 

Fortunately the fourth record wasn't a bump and grind, 
but it was still a slow dance, Jerry held me tight to 
his body, I could feel his heat pressing against my 
stomach, "What was it like?" Jerry asked me.

"I think it's quite nice here," I lied, 

"No, not here, What was your first time with the 
Woodster like?" 

"What?" 

"You don't have to be shy here, the whole point about 
this place is total openness, did Woodrow manage to get 
right inside you?" 

I knew that I was blushing once again, I also knew that 
over the last few weeks I had blushed less and less at 
more and more extreme situations, I was becoming 
desensitised to sexual situations but Jerry coming out 
with questions like that out of the blue was still able 
to turn me momentarily scarlet. 

"It's not that easy for a Guy as big as Woodrow to make 
it all the way in without help!" 

"What kind of help?" 

"Well like Ray over there, ten inches long but his cock 
is as thin as a pencil, lots of Guys ask him to go 
first, after he has paved the way they might ask me to 
go second, I'm not as long as Ray but I can open up the 
passageway for someone as big as Woodrow!" 

I felt the blush rising once again as Jerry continued, 
"I'm really impressed, not many women could take 
Woodrow from a standing start like you," I pushed Jerry 
away from me, "How come you know all about it?" 

"Woodrow was really proud about you, couldn't help 
himself, he went straight on the web as soon as he got 
in his office and talked about you." "My god, how many 
people know about me?" "Everyone in this room, all the 
members that don't come to introduction evenings like 
this, probably four hundred men altogether." 

Woodrow rescued me from Jerry at the end of the record 
and we danced the next record alone, "I'm a little peed 
off with you!" I said, "Why baby?" "You told everyone 
what we did the other day in the hotel." "I told you 
that I had told my buddies at the JH club. It's a 
sharing thing; some of these Guys only get to go once a 
year if they are lucky. Everyone thinks it's so 
wonderful to have a huge dick and the girls fall over 
themselves get between the sheets with you but believe 
me, more turn and run that stop to try and those that 
do try less than half make it happen." 

I remembered that he had told me that he had told his 
mates, but I hadn't realised that he had told, like 
four hundred men about us, I did feel a little guilty 
that I had been a little terse with Woodrow and very 
sharp with Jerry too. Woodrow was pulling back now, we 
seemed to be heading back into the food corner, dancing 
closer to my, borrowed, clothing. "Would you like to 
call it a night now?" 

Woodrow asked, "What time does it go on to?" 

"Late." I took a hold on Woodrow and began to dance 
again, "I quite like dancing with you," I said. "Well 
it's more a sharing experience, tonight that is, were 
not just here to dance, well dance and get naked, it 
all about sharing our bounty with those less 
fortunate!" I didn't fully comprehend what Woodrow was 
getting at but I knew that he was a little on edge and 
then there was the buzzer again and the last record of 
the set. 

I noticed that the single men that had been standing 
around in groups were now making a beeline for 
different couples on the dance floor, Jerry had begun 
to walk towards Woodrow and me but the icy look on 
Woodrow's face had turned him away and he was now being 
introduced to another new female member by her escort. 
"Am I really going to hate the next part of the evening 
so much that you have to run me out of here?" 

"Probably."

"Why?"

"I don't think you are quite ready for the ultimate 
sharing experience yet." 

Woodrow was searching for his Chino's on the front of 
the stage, it took him only seconds to be fully 
dressed, it took me even less time. As we walked toward 
the door Jerry said, "Sorry you're going, the evening's 
just about to brighten up!" Woodrow rushed me out of 
the room as the lights went up to full brightness, I 
managed to see that a few of the single men were busily 
helping to undress the female half's of the couples and 
more, then the door closed and the scene vanished 
completely. 

We hailed a black cab and Woodrow took me home to his 
crazy flat, his two flatmates were in the process of 
getting ready for bed, Gary said, "Wow you're home 
early" as he looked at his watch. "Maybe another time," 
Woodrow said. I followed Woodrow up the open plan 
stairs and into the open plan sleeping area, I sat on 
the open plan toilet and Leroy wandered in while I was 
sitting there and he began to brush his teeth, I gave 
him one of my best 'disgusted' looks, I really wasn't 
use to sharing the bathroom with others, especially 
strangers, "What you looking at, never seen a body 
brush his teeth before?" Leroy said in his campest 
voice. 

I joined Woodrow in his bed, I was a little uncertain 
that he actually still wanted me to, Gary had placed 
the Japanese screen around two sides of Woodrow's bed 
so that for the most part the bed was un-overlooked. 
Leroy had very nice pyjamas on for bed but Woodrow and 
Gary both slept in the nude, Gary was definitely not a 
member of the JH club. I still had my thong on when I 
hopped into bed, Woodrow turned to cuddle me, "Do I 
have to promise to be good all night?" 

"Why?" 

"Because we are not alone!" 

"Well I'd prefer not to have an audience.... But!" I 
whispered, Woodrow fumbled in the dark for his little 
blue tube of lubricant, I was propped up against a pile 
of pillows and I felt him empty the tube inside of me, 
just as he did before, he lifted my knees against my 
breasts, as he did before. 

There was a slight difference this time though, the 
last time it was daylight and I could see everything, 
this time it was black as pitch and I could see 
nothing. I listened to the sounds of Gary and Leroy, it 
sounded like they were both sleeping, well from the 
rhythm of their breathing it did, I doubted if I cared 
one way or the other in all honesty, not seeing what 
Woodrow was doing was spoiling things for me so I 
whispered, "Can you put a light on or something?" 

"Aren't you worried that someone might see?" 

"No!" 

Woodrow turned on the bedside lamp and I blinked as I 
tried to get accustomed to the light again. I loved 
seeing Woodrow kneeling between my thighs, even though 
my back was bent double again and I knew that would 
soon become uncomfortable though. 

As soon as the light went on I realised that Gary at 
least wasn't actually asleep and Leroy was probably 
still awake. I also realised that the way the screen 
had been positioned meant that I couldn't see the rest 
of the room but most of my body would now be visible to 
both of the room's other occupants. I had thought, and 
usually it would have been right, that it would have 
been the top half of my body that was in danger of 
being overlooked, as the rest of me should have been 
snugly covered by the king-sized duvet but now, because 
of how Woodrow had positioned me only my head was 
screened from view. 

Woodrow was waiting for the lubricant that was leaking 
out of my vagina, forming a ring spreading out over my 
labia to suddenly recede, telling him that the 
lubricant had worked it's way into my cervix and begun 
the process that would allow him full access to my 
body. Woodrow looked like a proud, black, stallion 
poised as he was on his knees between my thighs with 
his flagpole of a cock in his hand, slowly pulling his 
foreskin back and forth, his cock-head a scant few 
millimetres from my womanly flower. 

Woodrow leaned forward as the ring of lubricant began 
to fall back into my body and he began to massage his 
cock-head through what was left of the lubricant, it 
felt so nice, just teasing the entrance of my pussy 
that way and was a pleasant reminder of the previous 
time he fucked me. 

I was waiting expectantly for him to push his huge cock 
deep into my body, that would signal him releasing my 
legs so the pressure on my back would ease too and then 
the rocking to allow him entry into my inner sanctum 
but he didn't do it like that this time. After his 
cock-head was covered in a generous amount of 
lubricating fluid he moved his cock down slightly and 
began to press it against my anal muscle, he wasn't 
actually trying to penetrate me there, he was just 
transferring the lubricant from one place to the other 
using his cock as the carrier. 

"What are you doing there?" I whispered.

"Just seeing if you like it," he said. 

I didn't know if I would like it or not, I'd only had 
one man try that place before and he was definitely 
mister below average. "Mmm, it's nice and tight, if I 
take it really slow you'll enjoy it, and if you ever 
get pregnant it will mean I can still have fun, that's 
if you would let me try it in there!" 

There is something about a new affair, a new lover, 
you, kind of don't wasn't to say or do anything to stop 
your new love from doing something that he obviously 
wants to do, so long as it isn't something that you 
have a firmly held belief is wrong. I didn't have that 
strong a feeling one-way or the other, just the worry 
about the pain and the dirty aspect of it all. 

I gritted me teeth, metaphorically speaking, at the 
first sign of pain I would call a halt, if it all got 
too messy I would call a halt, if I suddenly felt to 
grossed out to continue I would call a halt. Failing 
all the above I would allow Woodrow to pleasure himself 
and at the same time, hopefully, pleasure me too. 

I was being hyper critical, each twinge that I felt I 
asked myself if that was pain or not, I almost wanted 
it to hurt so that I could call a halt and get back to 
the serious pleasure of being monstrously fucked by 
Woodrow's monstrously large dick. Woodrow was, as I 
expected he would be, gentle and considerate in his 
attempt to invade my ass, I watched as just the 
absolute tip of his cock-head was being massaged 
against my anal muscle, I watched as the lubricant 
worked it's magic and began to part the brown sea and 
open my anus a little more with each pleasant press of 
his cock-head into inviolate muscle. 

Then he was gone, the suddenness of his departure came 
as a shock, he was back though within a second, he had 
a colourful box in his hands, something called a 'butt 
plug' according to the box, and yet another little blue 
tube of lubricant. "This would be much better if it was 
being done for the first time by someone like Ray from 
the club" Woodrow said. I remembered seeing Ray, he had 
a long cock but it was very thin, I could imagine how 
someone like that would be a boon for a first timer to 
anal sex. 

Woodrow pressed the tube against my cunny lips and 
emptied half into my pussy again and then he placed the 
tube against my anal muscle and fired the rest into 
that orifice. He worked very fast to put the rubber 
stopper into my bottom, I caught only a quick glance at 
the prosthetic, it didn't look anything like a man's 
penis which is what I expected it to look like, it was 
more like a baby's pacifier but without the traditional 
ring to fasten a ribbon through to pin on to a baby's 
clothes or around its neck. The plug was thicker than 
Harry's cock but a little shorter and it was pinched in 
at its base with a broad, flat, flange, to stop it 
continuing into the anal tract, further than intended. 

Woodrow once again jumped from the bed, "Stay in that 
position if you can baby girl," he said as he left me 
momentarily, I heard water filling the sink in the 
bathroom area and when Woodrow came back he was drying 
his cock with a towel, he had only pressed his cock-
head into my bottom a fraction of an inch and he had 
washed himself before he tried anything else, I was 
very impressed. 

Woodrow did everything from that point onward almost 
exactly the same as he had done the previous time we 
had sex, pushed himself into me as hard as he could, I 
watched the lubricant fire out from between his cock-
shaft and my vaginal wall, this time it wasn't half so 
impressive, I must have looked disappointed as Woodrow 
said, "You are a little looser this time, I have 
already stretched you once, that's why we didn't get 
the same jet as before!" 

Woodrow wasn't whispering, I realised that there were 
now four people involved in our sexual act, two 
enjoying the feeling, the participation, the joy and 
two just taking voyeuristic pleasure in the darkened 
room beyond my sight, beyond the slight cover of that 
ornate Japanese screen. Woodrow released his hold on my 
legs so that the strain was taken off of my lower back 
and a little comfort restored to me. 

I was waiting for the rocking this time, it didn't take 
me by surprise this time, didn't want to make me giggle 
inwardly, I had felt the pleasure that Woodrow could 
inflict with his rather unique method of entering me so 
totally and completely, it was no laughing matter, it 
was pleasure of such a high magnitude that it demanded 
to be taken seriously. I even found myself reaching my 
climax faster than I did before, my body knew what 
would happen as my cervix went into spasm during my 
orgasm and it was driving me on all by itself, trying 
to force the issue and allow Woodrow's cock to begin 
its wonderful journey into my womb. 

My climax washed over me, and suddenly there was a pop, 
almost an audible pop, it was Woodrow's cock breaking 
into my cervix, his cock suddenly jumped an inch and a 
half further into my body, where the previous time it 
entered that final tract in quarter inch steps that 
took almost an hour from first contact to 'balls 
against the bottom'. I thought that if it hadn't been 
for the fact that Woodrow had to reposition himself to 
continue his progress inwardly he might have jumped 
further into me than he did. Total penetration took 
only a few minutes instead of the hour a few days 
earlier and then Woodrow and I rested. My legs were 
placed down on to the bed, I didn't want to lower them, 
I would have preferred to have hooked my heels over the 
small of Woodrow's back and let him ride me in that 
position. 

My new position felt strange, and it meant that I 
couldn't watch Woodrow fuck me as I did before and the 
straightening out of my body altered the pressure 
dynamic on my lower body, the junction between cock and 
pussy. Woodrow placed the palm of my hand onto my own 
stomach and then he began to move in and out a fraction 
of an inch, the movement was transferred to the palm of 
my hand, my stomach was being invaded by Woodrow's cock 
and I could feel the subtle movements transferred to my 
palm. 

It took just a few delicate movements of Woodrow's cock 
in my pussy to drive me over the edge of my next 
orgasm. Woodrow was fucking me almost the same way as a 
much smaller man would, he wasn't concerned if he 
pulled back too far this time and slipped out of my 
womb, I realised that if he did he would be able to get 
back into his target without any difficulty. I was 
being driven to higher and higher climactic states, I 
was making far too much noise and the more noise I made 
the more Woodrow increased his speed and power, my head 
was shaking from side to side, I had lost most of my 
reason and was close to losing my consciousness too 
when Woodrow suddenly slowed down and allowed me to 
catch my breath. 

I lay panting, the slow climb down from such dizzy 
climactic heights took a long time and as I climbed 
down Woodrow was just moving slightly so that our skin 
contact was allowing his cock the stimulation it would 
need to keep hard, to keep delicious contact inside my 
body. We had been fucking for twenty minutes although 
it seemed like an hour. "Well baby girl, you ready for 
me to wash you out again?" 

"Oh yes! Please fill me up totally," I said. 

Woodrow began to fuck me; he built up his speed and was 
pistoning into my body, his bedsprings were complaining 
bitterly as he pounded into me. I had one, then two, 
then three and finally four orgasms in rapid succession 
before I had a system overload and my mind re-booted 
its self and all faded to black. 

I woke up as Woodrow carried me from his bed and into 
the bathroom, my eyes fell on Gary and Leroy, they were 
sitting up in bed, I could see that they both had huge 
mounds in their duvets right over their hard cocks. 
Woody carried me still connected to his cock, it was 
growing soft now and I could feel it slipping out a 
little with each step he took. He just managed to hold 
me over the toilet as his cock finally slipped from my 
body and, because of the way I was being held as soon 
as my vagina was vacated I watched as a flood of cum 
and lubricant ran out of my pussy. 

Gary slipped in behind Woodrow and I felt his fingers 
fumbling around my bottom, I was way past caring what 
happened to me, I had just had my brains fucked out of 
me. Gary pulled the plug from my bottom with one swift 
movement and I watched as a brown liquid poured from my 
bowels, I knew that it was mainly the lubricant but I 
still watched as my body expelled it. 

Woodrow kissed me tenderly, "Would you like to make 
Gary's night too?" he asked, I could here that Gary was 
washing the rubber plug, cleaning all the detritus off 
of it, all I was capable of was a nod of my head and 
Woodrow turned around, I had my arms linked around 
Woodrow's neck and my legs around his waste. 

Gary moved up behind me and I felt his average sized 
cock press against my anal muscle and my body offered 
him no resistance at all and he slipped his cock into 
me in one fluid movement. I looked toward the half 
height wall with Leroy's bed beyond, he was sitting 
watching me being ass fucked and he was masturbating 
himself as he watched. 

I had melted into Woodrow's neck as Gary fucked my ass 
hole, he wasn't gentle but it didn't matter. I felt 
Gary stiffen up, he was grunting obscenities, he was 
very close to filling my bottom just as Woodrow had 
done to my womb a few minutes earlier. 

I didn't exactly feel Gary fill my ass with his hot 
cum, there was a feeling but that's all, a feeling like 
being washed over, like a filling, a pressure but 
different, I guess that the first time a girl gets her 
ass filled it is hard to separate all the feelings and 
the emotions, as Gary pulled his cock out of my bottom 
he quickly replaced it with the rubber plug. 

From getting into Woodrow's bed to getting back in it 
to sleep was over in ninety minutes, the only one who 
hadn't had a wonderful fuck was Leroy and I had watched 
him wash his duvet in man juice at the instant that 
Gary flushed my bowel with his own hot enema. And 
finally sleep fell upon me like a great weight, 
pinioning me to the mattress of Woodrow's bed. 


Chapter 10
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The morning was a mad dash; there is no way that I can 
do the whole late night thing, even if it is such a 
delicious late night as I actually had. 

My blushing began with walking toward the bathroom and 
seeing Gary sitting there doing his business, he was in 
the nude, I had the Rugby shirt on that I had worn the 
night before, Gary was totally comfortable with me 
seeing him on the loo and I was mortified. I even went 
to turn back and scuttle to the relative safety of the 
Japanese screen, "Don't be silly, come back and do 
whatever it is you need to do," Gary said. I stopped 
and considered things.

If I was right Gary and Leroy both watched as I was 
fucked during the night, the only thing that had been 
hidden from them was my face, I was being silly, it is 
only a body, I was certain sure that Gary had seen a 
thousand in his time. I showered, every so often I had 
the reminder that I wasn't alone, Leroy followed Gary 
on the toilet, Woodrow brushed his teeth and then 
climbed into the shower with me and shared the water 
stream with me, we even fooled around a little in the 
hot water, Woodrow ploughed a tiny furrow in my pussy 
while he soaped my breasts from behind. 

I wanted him to climax too but he told me there was 
little chance of him reaching his orgasm from a quick 
'stand up' in the shower. I felt a little bad because 
he had given me my pleasure and I wanted to give him is 
in return but even my offer of hand relief was turned 
down. "It'll keep until the next time we can be 
together," Woodrow said. Well that goes most of the way 
to explaining why the morning was a rush, in more ways 
than one. 

I was dropped off at the car park near Staples Corner, 
handed over my ticket to the guard who opened the large 
mesh gates so that I could collect my car in time to 
fight my way north on the motorway. My phone rang 
within minutes of me entering motorway mode, that state 
where, hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that 
the blood stops flowing. Your eyes stop blinking, just 
in case something happens in that split second that 
your eyelids are down. Your foot turns to led and your 
accelerator and break pedals act like on and off 
switches, or rather stop and go buttons. 

I chatted to Woodrow for the whole of my journey to the 
office and Woodrow congratulated me on getting there on 
time. I hadn't had a chance to look at the clock so I 
didn't know if I was late or early, I assumed late 
because of the rush out of Woodrow's flat and the crawl 
of the traffic from Woodrow's flat to Staples Corner. I 
blew kisses down the phone at Woodrow and hung up on 
him. As I walked through the main entrance, thirty 
seconds to spare, my phone rang again, "Where the hell 
have you been?" the voice barked out of the earpiece, 
"And good morning to you too Harry, how are you today?" 

Harry was furious, he had wanted me for something the 
previous evening and because I didn't have my phone on 
and I hadn't let him know where I was staying he wasn't 
able to do some mythical thing. In my mind I just 
thought, 'he wasn't in control of me, that's what his 
problem was'. 

I worked hard all day, I noticed a text message on my 
cell phone when I broke off for lunch, it said, "Hi 
baby girl, come and play at my flat tonight again, love 
Woody." I sent my reply, "Orders from he who thinks he 
is the boss of me, I have to go home tonight, he has a 
fig up his ass!" I expected a response while I ate my 
lunch but didn't get one. 

I spent the whole afternoon checking to see if I had 
received a response to my text to Woodrow but nothing 
came, at four-fifty in the afternoon I sent an email to 
Harry, "Sorry darling, pressure of work means I have to 
work late this evening and start early in the morning 
so I'll be stopping over in the same hotel as last 
night, love Tra." I knew he still didn't know the name 
of the hotel I had supposedly stopped in the previous 
evening and I knew that within seconds of receiving the 
email Harry would be on the phone to me, so I turned my 
phone off. 

I used all of my powers of recollection to work my 
route back to Woodrow's flat, it took me far longer 
than it took him to get from Staples Corner to his flat 
which meant that it was almost eight-thirty by the time 
I reached it. Boy was I in for a shock, the first of 
two as it turned out, Woodrow, having been told by me 
that I would be going home and it being Thursday night 
and he having little or no work to do in the office 
until Monday had decided to slope off early and head up 
north to spend a long weekend with his family. "Shit," 
was about all I could say, I turned and walked back to 
my car even though Gary and Leroy both urged me to 
stay. 

It was midnight by the time I got home, I couldn't park 
on the drive as there were two cars on the drive 
already, because of the road we lived on, I couldn't 
park outside over night either, I had to find a space 
in the road at the back and walk along one of the many 
footpaths that cut through from the estate behind us. 

The house was in total darkness, the sink was full of 
pots, someone had cooked a lavish meal, I didn't tiptoe 
up stairs exactly but I didn't put the light on or do 
anything that would be a tell-tail to the fact that I 
was home. I could make out the sound of sex coming from 
my bedroom, easing the door open slightly I caught 
sight of Harry's ass pounding up and down as he screwed 
a woman in our bed. I couldn't play the righteous 
indignation card, I had, after all been fucking my way 
around quite a few men recently myself. 

It was fortunate that the couch was so comfortable, I 
slept well, better that the previous night, but then 
the previous night I had plenty of entertainment so as 
not to notice the lack of sleep so much. I woke with 
the dawn light streaming through the living room 
window. It was only five thirty so I decided to be a 
good wife and wash the pots and cook a nice breakfast. 
I had heard the bed creaking when I fell asleep and I 
woke at three am to the sounds of tired bedsprings 
complaining of their over working, I had assumed that 
the fucking had been uninterrupted and also assumed 
that after a night of bedroom Olympics both Harry and 
his guest would be ravenous by breakfast time. 

I don't know who was more shocked, Harry or his friend, 
when I walked in with a large tray with two cooked 
breakfasts, tea and toast, marmalade and butter. I left 
the room with as little fuss as possible, Harry, on the 
other hand managed to tip the breakfast all over the 
bed in his rush to get out of bed, into his pyjamas and 
out of the room after me in the shortest possible time. 
"Tracey, Darling, it's all a..," I stopped Harry mid 
sentence, "Harry, that poor woman gave her all last 
night, the least you can do is have breakfast with her 
and not embarrass her while you try to placate me!" 

Harry was stunned into silence. I went to the kitchen 
and ate my breakfast, I didn't usually have a large 
breakfast but I did like to make guests feel welcome 
and push the boat out for them. Harry was in the 
bathroom when 'the other woman' came into the kitchen 
with the breakfast tray. "Oh, you needn't have 
bothered, I'd have brought that down later," I said, I 
watched the woman's eyes scan the sink and draining 
board, she realised I had washed their dinner pots. She 
blushed a little as she said, "I have to say you're 
taking this much better than I would," I thanked her, I 
couldn't do any other, I wasn't fuming, boiling up with 
jealousy or rage. It was, after all, just sex. 

There was a long pause, the woman was obviously in need 
of something, I thought coffee, usually does the trick 
but in fact I think she was waiting for the fight that 
she thought she deserved. We both spoke at the same 
time, I asked if she wanted more coffee and she told me 
that her name was Sarah, she extended her hand to me, 
the way new acquaintances would while shaking her head 
in response to my question on the coffee requirements. 

"How long have you and Harry been friends?" I asked, 
"Not long" was the reply, not long, but long enough for 
Harry's friends at Boot's to think that she, rather 
than me, was married to Harry. "You sure you don't want 
a coffee? I was going to have a sit for ten minutes 
before I go to work," I said. "Oh OK then if it isn't 
too much trouble" Sarah said. 

There was something to be said for Sarah's demeanour, 
she was the 'other' woman, she was caught out and now 
she was going to take her punishment, funny, I was 
going to say like a man but it was obviously like a 
woman as the man in this equation was hiding himself, 
keeping out of the line of fire. "I was expecting you 
to scratch my eyes out," Sarah said after blowing her 
coffee into the middle of next week. "Why?" "It's not 
every day a woman comes home in the morning to find 
another woman in her bed with her husband." 

I smiled my sweetest smile, nodded toward the 
dishevelled couch, I came home last night," I said. 
Sarah went the exact shade of red that I was thinking 
of painting the living room wall which the sun hit most 
during the day, pity I couldn't drag her off to a Dulux 
colouriser machine. "Oh my god, that's much worse," 
"Why?" "Well..." I stopped Sarah, "It's OK, really it 
is, I thought you did admirably up there, I doubt that 
I could have managed over three hours in one position 
with Harry the way that you did and still sound, 
convincingly, like I was enjoying it." 

We sat in silence until six fifteen, I stood up, Sarah 
jumped to her feet as if in readiness for the eruption 
that a wife was expected to achieve with her husbands 
'bit of fluff', "Time for work," I said, Sarah relaxed 
visibly, Harry was sitting on the bottom step of the 
stairs, "I'm off to work now darling, if you get home 
before me tonight could you make a start on cleaning 
the guest room out for me!" I smiled my best smile at 
him as I pecked him on the cheek. 

I was at Leicester, junction twenty-one at seven 
o'clock when my phone rang, I didn't recognise the 
number on the screen but as the phone was set to auto 
answer I just said "Hi, who's that?" It was Woodrow, 
phone problems had meant that he couldn't phone me as 
we both drove Northward the previous evening. "Where 
are you now?" I asked, "At my mothers for the weekend," 
"So you don't have a Mrs. Woodrow tucked out of the way 
up north?" "Well my mother is actually Mrs. Woodrow" I 
told him all about finding my way to his flat the 
previous evening, he apologised for not being there and 
I stopped him from explaining why he wasn't.

Then I told him about catching Harry, in-flegrantae-
delicto. "Does that mean you can come up to my mothers 
for the weekend?" I explained that I wasn't going to 
use this situation as a stick to beat Harry with; after 
all we were both guilty of fracturing our marriage 
vows. "But I'll be free any night during next week if 
you want to invite me down sometime," I said, I had 
just turned into the car park at work, "I'll expect a 
message from you if you want me to sleep over with you 
one night," and I hung up the phone. 

It took two minutes to walk from the car park to the 
office and as I walked through the outer door my phone 
sounded to tell me that I had received a text message, 
I stopped to read it, "Tracey, please come to my flat 
in London on Monday after work, Woody." My phone beeped 
to say I had new messages all the way to my desk, the 
message was exactly the same except the day changed, 
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 
Monday and on and on until the SMS memory on my 
telephone overflowed and my cell phone died. 

My strategy plan was formulated quickly, I had been 
putting four hundred pounds a week into my special car 
fund, that money was the excess travel expenses that my 
company was paying me so that I had the choice of 
travelling every day between Nottingham and Northampton 
or to stop over night in a hotel, I was receiving five 
hundred pounds a week and the petrol cost me around 
fifty pounds so every week I was putting the excess 
into a new bank account to pay, eventually, for a new 
car. 

For the first time in my life I actually had enough 
money to do things that I wanted to do on a whim. I 
telephoned talking pages from work, "I know it's there, 
it's a small company, 'The Bed Shop', or 
'Bedfordshire', something like that, yes, Arnold, it's 
in Nottinghamshire. I know it's not a lot of help but 
it's all I know, it's about the third shop in on the 
left on Cross Street." I eventually got the number, I 
ordered a bed, there was a double bed for one hundred 
and fifth that they could deliver today, I chose one 
for seven hundred and fifty, my new car would have to 
wait two weeks, I offered to pay extra if the bed could 
be delivered at six o'clock, the assistant told me that 
it would be their pleasure to deliver the bed at six 
pm. 

My day flew past; I wasn't doing much work, more 
planning what I needed to do. I worked through my lunch 
and left at three o'clock for the slow crawl back to 
Nottingham, because I was a little earlier than usual I 
actually arrived home just after five. I basically de-
junked the spare bedroom into the box room and by six 
o'clock there was enough floor space for the 
deliverymen to squeeze the new bed into the smaller of 
our main bedrooms. 

It was a squeeze too, the bed had a huge headboard, 
"Part of the package madam," the delivery driver said, 
let that be a lesson to me, don't buy anything over the 
phone without knowing exactly what it is you're 
getting. On it's own the headboard looked hideous but 
when the divan base was installed it looked a little 
less out of place and with the mattress on it looked 
almost OK. "Excuse me, What are the cables for?" I 
asked the delivery man, "Heated pad and massage," he 
said, "Heated pad and massage!" I repeated, "All part 
of the package madam" was his stock response. 

I realised why the bed had to have the overly large 
headboard with built in cupboards, it needed someplace 
for the 'environmental control centre', the heated pad 
control and the 'Therapeutic enhancement module', the 
massage unit. There was also an alarm clock radio / CD 
player unit too and a built in light on each side, the 
complete sleep centre for the person who wants to get 
everything to do with bedtime in one package. I dressed 
the bed before finishing oft the de-cluttering. 

It was seven o'clock and Harry still wasn't home from 
work, I guessed it was either cowardice, his inability 
to face me after I caught him out, or more like he 
didn't want to have to tidy the spare bedroom, he 
expected me to get home at around seven and he would 
turn up at a quarter past. I had a small bet with 
myself, if I won, I'd go out for a night on the town, 
if I lost I would let Harry fuck me tonight. Fourteen 
minutes past seven, fourteen minutes and fifteen 
seconds, my watch was mocking me, its second hand was 
turning so slowly that each second was surly a minute. 
Harry's key turned in the lock at the same instant as 
she second hand swept on to the twelve. I burst out 
laughing; it was frightening how predictable Harry 
could be. 

Harry was amazed at the transformation I had made in 
the spare bedroom, my bedroom from that point on. Harry 
was all apologetic, one off thing; never happen again, 
all the old crap. "I do hope you're wrong Harry," 
"What, why?" "I hope you're wrong about it all being 
over between you and Sarah, I quite liked her, she 
looked like she was enjoying herself under you, you 
should keep her, I think she'll be good for you." I 
eased Harry out of my room and closed the door, 'what a 
pity you were so predictable Harry, your loss!' I 
thought to myself. 

I phoned Sandy to see if she was up for a night on the 
town, no baby sitter unfortunately, but she did know of 
a party that should have been good, it was starting at 
a small back street club in the city centre and it 
would eventually move on to a disused warehouse. 
"Aren't those things illegal?" "Sure, but legal usually 
means no fun, where as illegal is usually fun to the 
max." "Do I need a ticket?" "No, I'll ring up for you 
and leave your name on the door," sorted. 

As I showered and changed I thought back, just a few 
weeks ago I wouldn't have gone out to the shops at 
night alone, all the experiences I had over the past 
few weeks and now I was willing to go to a city centre 
party, totally alone, and with the prospect of not 
finding anyone at the party that I knew. I actually 
thought twice about going, I would probably not meet 
anyone I got along with either. 

I was standing at the bus stop still arguing with 
myself about not going, I could just get off the bus at 
the White Horse, I was sure to meet someone in there 
that I knew, have a quiet drink and then home to bed 
for an early night. So why was it that I had already 
hobbled past the White Horse on my ridiculously high 
heels? The small club adjective wasn't lost, the place 
was certainly a club, and it was extremely small. 

It was what I would describe as a closed club, not that 
it wasn't open, you had to have a ticket to get in, it 
wasn't a place that anyone could just walk into off of 
the street, I mentioned my name to the doorman, he 
checked his list and opened the door for me. The sound 
system almost knocked me off of my feet as the door 
opened, wow this would give me a headache if I stopped 
in too long. 'Just a quick drink and I'll head off 
home' I said to myself. The room was packed, thick 
smoke hung in the air, it wasn't just cigarette smoke 
either, it was far to thick and far too sickly sweet, 
weed, ganger, skunk, reefer, everyone was openly 
smoking cannabis resin, OK, maybe not a quick drink, 
I'd be better off just going. 

On my way to the door I was grabbed by an afro-
Caribbean Guy, he didn't ask, he just pulled me onto 
the dance floor and began to dance with me. Women were 
definitely in the minority at this club and women on 
their own seemed as rare as rocking horse shit! 

After the music ended my self appointed escort led me 
to a seat, he almost pushed me into the seat, which was 
a long, padded bench seat that was open at one end and 
against a wall at the other. The table was out of the 
way of the main room, a dark corner with few people 
around, unlike the dance floor which was packed like 
sardines in a can. The Guy was making small talk but 
not necessarily to me, he just liked the sound of his 
own voice, he was constantly scanning the main room 
beyond our little corner, looking for someone or 
something important. 

Suddenly, my escort leapt to his feet, he went through 
all that 'tribal' ritual greeting that one Afro-
Caribbean man does when meeting one of his 'homies'. I 
tried to use the distraction to make a move and slip 
out behind the man but he must have had eyes in the 
back of his head as he had my wrist before I got three 
feet away. He introduced me to his friend, Simon, he 
didn't introduce me to Simon though and Simon didn't 
seem interested in knowing my name, I managed to pick 
up on the fact that my captor's name was Isaac, just 
from his conversation with Simon. "You wan a drink?" 
Isaac asked, I didn't answer, I didn't know his 
question was aimed at me as he wasn't looking in my 
direction. I only realised that I was expected to 
answer when the grip on my wrist tightened, I said, 
"No!" but this was obviously the wrong answer as the 
grip again tightened, "St Clements please" I blurted 
out. 

Simon was dispatched to the bar to fetch the drinks, I 
watched him as well as I could, I saw him have a laugh 
with the barman and both of them looked over at me and 
had a good belly laugh once again. I was eased into the 
seat once again, there were two places and it was quite 
comfortable but when Simon rejoined us he also sat on 
our side of the table which suddenly became squashed 
and uncomfortable. 

I took a few sips from my St Clements and Isaac began 
to empty small bags from his pockets, there was a 
sudden rush as people were clamouring to buy something 
from Isaac, I guestimated that three thousand pounds 
crossed the table in around fifteen minutes and a 
hundred or so little bags went the other way. Simon did 
absolutely nothing the whole time, he just sat with one 
hand inside his jacket the whole time. 

Isaac told me to drink up, he still hadn't looked at me 
and Simon stood up and stood in front of Isaac and I, 
best estimate I could make was that Simon was the door, 
and it was now closed. I did however notice that when 
Simon stood up there was something very large and black 
under his jacket, 'My God, it was the grip of a gun and 
Simon was now standing with his hand resting on it'. 

I had never been involved in anything like this before, 
my head began to spin and even though I was drinking my 
St. Clements I was feeling thirstier not less. I knew 
that Nottingham had both a drug problem and a firearms 
problem and that the two were synonymous with each 
other. 

Isaac pulled my arm, he was already standing and I 
hadn't even felt him move. I began to follow him, well 
I felt that I was following him but I still hadn't 
moved, eventually I was pulled bodily from my seat. 
Isaac was on one side of me, and Simon on the other. I 
was guided out of the club and into the cold street 
beyond. 

A sleek black BMW Alpina pulled up at the curbside as 
soon as the three of us stepped out of the club. I was 
bundled into the back, Isaac got in by my side and 
Simon in the front next to the driver. 

I was totally awake, fully aware and was taking 
everything in, my cell-phone rang after the car had 
been driving for five minutes, I went to take it out of 
my handbag to answer it but my arms wouldn't do what my 
brain was asking them to. I tried to speak, to ask, 
"What the fuck was going on?" But even my mouth 
wouldn't work. 

Isaac said, "Simon, what say we check out what's under 
her hood?" There was a flash of white teeth spreading 
out of the darkness as Simon took up on what his boss 
had just said. There was a flurry of arm and hand 
movement from Simon and his hand suddenly stopped in 
the space between me and the driver, his hand now 
suddenly still, holding a metal object around seven 
inches long. The pause was for menacing effect but it 
was wasted on me, I had no idea what he held in his 
fingers until the button was pressed and a six-inch 
blade fired out of the handle. 'Oh, that's what a flick 
knife looks like', I thought to myself. Isaac took the 
blade in his left hand, turned towards me and pulled 
the waistband of my skirt towards him. 

The blade of the knife was touched against the material 
of my skirt and it melted through from waistband to hem 
like a hot knife through butter. Isaac laughed, "Nice 
taste in skirt but even my gran wouldn't be seen dead 
in those knickers eh! Simon?" Simon looked over his 
shoulder and nodded in agreement, "Marks and Spencer 
have a lot to answer for, that's why my woman's not 
allowed to shop there!" Simon said.

Isaac put his fingers into the waste of my knickers and 
said, "Well let's see if what's inside them is more 
appealing then." I watched as the knife blade inched 
toward the flimsy cotton but the car drew to a halt 
outside a rather noisy club. The sounds, bright lights 
and lack of motion of the car took Isaac's attention 
away from cutting my panties off. 

"I would say sit quiet Conchita but I doubt you will be 
able to make a peep for a few hours!" Isaac had touched 
the blade of the knife to my jaw as he spoke, there was 
no pressure, if the blade actually touched my face at 
all it was like the kiss of a butterfly wing against it 
but as Isaac handed Simon his knife back I noticed a 
spot of blood developing on the edge of my jaw line. 

Simon exited the car first, his hand resting on the 
grip of the gun under his coat before he scanned the 
surroundings for threat and then when satisfied opened 
Isaac's door. The two men were soon out of my line of 
sight; the only things I could actually move were my 
eyes. The driver waited a few minutes to ensure his 
boss was well ensconced inside the club before 
reversing back ten yards or so where we sat with the 
engine running. 

During the next fifteen minutes my phone rang three 
times, it remained unanswered each time and then there 
was a feeble click, 'the battery must be flat' I 
thought. The phone clicked a few more times until the 
driver suddenly gunned the car's engine and leaped to 
the kerb-side to collect his boss, the engine sound 
droning out any further sounds from my dying cell-
phone. "Where were we?" Isaac asked of no one in 
particular, the flick knife was once again produced 
from Simons, arsenal like jacket. 

My panties were cut down both sides as the car moved 
swiftly down the road, the driver spoke for the first 
time, "Do you want me to take the river road boss?" 
Isaac slapped the back of his head, "We've got business 
to take care of first my man, this bitch ain't goin' no 
place till we're ready to let her!" 

The knife pressed to the material at the neck of my top 
and once again it slipped effortlessly from top to 
bottom. My top opened like a blouse and the knife was 
used to slit from cuff to neck on both sides. I was 
almost nude now, just my lace bra between me and total 
nudity. Isaac lifted the front of my bra on the edge of 
the knife, the extra thickness at the point where both 
cups of my bra met made it resist the knife a little 
but even that gave in no time, the two thin straps were 
gone in a fraction of a second.

 "Well there, that's what I'm talkin' about, I knew her 
tits would be worth all the trouble homie, just look at 
them melons boys!" the car stopped at a bar, Isaac 
placed his face menacingly close to my own face, kissed 
the place where he had cut me the at the previous stop, 
he pulled his face away so that I could see my blood 
streaking across his lips and then he kissed me, 
leaving a thin film of my own blood on my lips. As 
Simon opened the door this time Isaac wiped his lips on 
his handkerchief and I was left cold and frightened on 
the back seat of that powerful car. 

The driver repeated his mantra of the previous stop, 
waiting a minute or so and then reversing thirty feet 
back along the road. This time though there was a car 
in the place that the driver wanted to use so he just 
double parked while he waited. I heard the weak clicks 
from my phone again once the powerful engine had 
quietened to a purr. 

The driver seemed spooked as a large black Lexus 
crawled past on the other side of the road. I watched 
as his hands gripped and released the steering wheel 
over and over again, there was sweat now, forming all 
over his forehead as tiny beads. I felt his tension 
step up another notch as the same car cruised past 
slowly from behind us. 

I saw Simon on the steps leading from the bar, the 
driver gunned the engine and caused the car's wheels to 
scream in protest, Simon also reacted on instinct, I 
saw his gun for the first time, I didn't know much 
about guns but a gun like that was so common on TV that 
I doubted that there was anyone in the world who 
wouldn't recognise an Uzi nine millimetre. When Isaac 
and Simon got into the car the driver got a crack 
across his skull for causing tension needlessly. The 
front of the bar was suddenly crowded with punters all 
trying to see what had caused the commotion but apart 
from the most fleeting of glimpses as the door opened 
no one could see my nudity through the blackened glass 
of the BMW. 

Isaac took a few minutes to compose himself, then he 
returned his attentions to me, he lifted my left leg, 
his hand behind my knee, I was telling my legs to close 
but he was able to 'pose' me as he wished, he grasped 
the cut edge of the material that had once been my 
skirt and pulled it towards him, I slid along the seat 
effortlessly, leaving my right leg where it was. I was 
almost doing the splits at this point but it wasn't at 
all uncomfortable. Isaac placed his hand in the small 
of my back and eased me forward until my bottom was 
only just on the edge of the back seat. 

"Now lets see just how tight this bitch is eh boys?" 
Isaac jabbed his fingers against my vaginal opening and 
all four disappeared inside without resistance, 
"Fucking bitch, she's a whore, you can have her if you 
like Simon but I'm not trying a well trodden path like 
that!" Simon shook his head and I saw the drivers eyes 
open wide through the rear view mirror, I had obviously 
been downgraded to drivers treat because of Woodrow's 
huge cock and the way it stretched my womanly flower 
open. 

We pulled up at another bar, as Simon was running 
through his ritual of checking for threats before 
opening Isaac's door Isaac told the driver, "Hey gumbo, 
keep your eyes and your mind on the job, soon as you 
drop me and Simon off she's all yours, just don't fuck 
up in the mean time homey!" 

As we reversed the customary thirty feet I noticed the 
front of the Lexus that had already passed us twice, it 
was parked in a side road opposite the entrance of the 
club. The driver was much too calm to have noticed it; 
he divided his time between looking at the door of the 
bar and at me through the rear view mirror. My cell-
phone was clicking like mad now and the driver suddenly 
heard it over the purr of his engine. He turned and 
reached over into the back of the car, straining to try 
and reach my bag. If I had any control over my muscles 
I would have jumped out of my skin as the barrel of a 
pistol appeared out of nowhere and pressed into the 
back of his head, the words, "Armed police don't move" 
where whispered into his ear and the driver was eased 
out of the car and moved off by unseen hands. 

A police officer in Kevlar helmet and body armour sat 
in the drivers seat and turned the engine off, I could 
see that his eyes were flicking from the bar to the 
rear view mirror, "It'll all be over in a minute 
madam," he assured me. 

I watched as the officer found the button on the 
ignition key fob to lock the cars doors, then a second 
press and the doors were double locked and a light 
blinked on telling the driver and anyone passing that 
the engine immobiliser had been engaged. 

I watched Simon step out of the bar, his attention 
swiftly focused to the fact that the sleek BMW hadn't 
leaped to his side, the policeman began to turn the 
ignition key, the engine was turning but not firing up 
because the immobiliser was on. Simon had once again 
removed his Uzi from under his jacket and he began to 
run up the road toward the car. I could see from the 
look on Isaac's face that he suddenly felt vulnerable, 
alone on the steps leading down from the bar. 

As Simon reached the BMW, hurling abuse at the driver 
for 'fucking up' I watched two men who had been 
enjoying a quiet drink on the doorstep of the bar turn 
to Isaac and press their pistols against his chest. 
Simon suddenly realised that something was very wrong 
when he couldn't open the passenger door of the BMW, he 
raised his Uzi towards the window and then he slumped 
to the floor, he fell before I heard the crack of a 
high powered riffle somewhere way behind me. 

Isaac was protesting his innocence; he had nothing to 
do with the BMW, nothing to do with the Guy that had 
just been gunned down in the street. I was being 
wrapped up in a blanket by a female police officer 
still sitting in the back seat while they moved an 
ambulance up for me, I managed to whisper, check his 
handkerchief as I breathed out. The woman looked at the 
small cut on my jaw-line and the dried blood on my lips 
and she shouted to her colleagues to check his pocket 
for a handkerchief. There in Isaac's breast pocket was 
a linen handkerchief with his initials embroidered on 
one corner and my blood smeared across another. 

I had left the house two hours earlier looking for a 
little excitement; I had a club and a party in mind, 
not a club, a rape and a shootout. I recovered in 
hospital, it took around two hours for me to regain my 
motor skills after the antidote to Rohipnol, the date 
rape drug had been injected into me. Sandy was at my 
side for around an hour of that two hours, she was 
apologising over and over again, she had felt guilty 
for setting me up with a free pass into the club and 
the party that I never got to go to but in her defence, 
when the doorman from the club phoned her to tell her 
that he had just seen Isaac and Simon slip me something 
and take me out of the club, she didn't hesitate but 
call the police and gave them all the information they 
needed to trace my cell-phone and to give them a few 
possible stops on Isaac's route.


Chapter 11
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Sandy drove me home from the hospital and I spent my 
first night in my new bed in my new bedroom. Harry was 
in the marital bed fast asleep and I managed not to 
wake him. 

I was woken on Saturday morning by coffee and toast in 
bed, I had a pounding headache which Harry put down to 
drinking too much, I almost bit his head off, in all 
the years he knew me he had only seen me drink alcohol 
twice, once when we got engaged and the next time on 
our wedding day. 

When I finally made it into the living room Harry was 
glued to the local news on TV, a spotty faced youth was 
being interviewed, he had been standing only fifty feet 
from the car, he thought it was a black Mercedes or an 
American car that looked similar, "I saw this black Guy 
point a gun through the car's window and then the 
police shot him" the youth said. He was asked what type 
of gun the suspect was holding and the youth just shook 
his head, he had no idea. 'Typical of the younger 
generation, they don't watch enough TV these days', I 
thought to myself. 

I mumbled, "It was an Uzi nine millimetre" under my 
breath to no one in particular. Harry looked over at 
me, "Don't be so dramatic, it was probably a replica 
cow-boy gun. There'll be all kinds of trouble later on 
today when the boy's mother goes on TV to tell everyone 
that her son, a prominent, church going, choir boy or 
alter boy was just passing a child it's toy through 
that window!" He said, "Simon was no choir boy" I 
responded. 

"News just in, the young man involved in the shooting 
outside Bagpus's bar in Nottingham's Saint Ann's 
district at eleven o'clock last night has been named as 
Simon Winston. A twenty-five year-old Jamaican gang 
member wanted by police on various charges of drug 
dealing, aggravated assault and prostitution. Winston 
recently moved to Nottingham after 'Operation Javelin', 
a metropolitan police initiative drove several major 
drugs gangs out of the capital. Two other suspects were 
taken into custody at the scene of the shooting ." 

Harry looked over at me, "how did you know the dead 
man's name was Simon?" He asked, "Lucky guess!" I was 
on my fifth cup of coffee and third pain killer 
proscribed by the hospital when Sandy arrived, she had 
offered to drive me into the city to give my statement. 
"Good morning, you look like shit!" Was Sandy's 
greeting to me, "Thanks, love you too!" Was my 
response. Sandy insisted on helping me to get ready, I 
didn't feel like dressing up or putting make up on, 
"I'll bet you haven't even showered yet!" Sandy scolded 
at me. 

I was forced through the shower, quite reminded me of 
my school days, thirty girls all trying to avoid going 
through the shower after net-ball and almost being 
herded through by the gym mistress. Sandy picked out my 
clothes and helped me to apply my makeup. Harry gave 
out a wolf-whistle as I walked past him, "Where are you 
off to all dressed up?" He asked, "Town," was all I 
said. 

I started to recite my recollections from the previous 
evening as a young police officer wrote the whole thing 
out freehand, the senior officer in charge was 
Inspector Baker, he was asking me questions and getting 
me to clarify points as the young man wrote furiously 
with a cheap Bic ballpoint pen. 

I mentioned that at some point the driver asked if he 
should take the River Road turning but that Isaac had 
told him that they had to finish the business before 
they could have their pleasure. Inspector Baker stopped 
the hand of the young officer who was writing my 
dissertation. "We don't have a road in Nottingham 
called River Road, can you remember where you were when 
the driver said that?" He said, I nodded my head, "I 
think so." 

The statement taking was suspended at that point and 
Sandy and I were placed in the back of the large Lexus 
that I had seen many times during the previous evening. 
"Here! It was here, I think when the driver asked if he 
should turn into River Road" we pulled over and the 
driver of the car and the inspector both checked a 
street guide, "Look, second on the right, the road 
heads toward the river but stops about a quarter of a 
mile short, but the old factory units carry on right 
down to the river" the driver said. 

We took the turning, at the disused factories there was 
a rough mud track carrying on toward the river, we 
drove along the track slowly, the Lexus, though 
powerful and comfortable, wasn't designed for off road 
use. The driver was about to carry out an 'S' shaped 
manoeuvre to avoid two potholes when the inspector 
called out "Stop!" The two police officers studied the 
extreme right hand edge of the drive, I heard inspector 
Baker say, "Could that be a BMW tyre track?" 

The driver nodded his head, "Right young man, seal this 
section of track off, contact SOCO and get a cast of 
that tyre track made. I'm going on to the river on 
foot." Sandy and I jumped out of the back of the car 
and followed the inspector down the track, he tried to 
make us stop by the car, could be dangerous and all 
that. 

I pointed out that I had come close to death the 
previous day and that this was almost a walk by the 
river in comparison. We were still quite a way from the 
river when the inspector stopped, he pushed Sandy and I 
against a gatepost, "Don't move from there!" He walked 
on carefully into the gateway, I could now see what he 
had spotted from the drive, there was a pile of 
clothing dumped under the hedgerow at the side of the 
deserted factory fence. A pen was used to carefully 
lift the edge of what looked like a skirt, I realised 
that I could see the belt buckle and zipper, both still 
closed, the skirt had been cut down the front with a 
sharp knife. 

"Hello, Inspector Baker here sir, I'm calling for a 
major incident response at the Industrial estate off 
Colwick Road, I think we need all the SOCO teams we can 
get, as many feet on the ground too and the helicopter 
should be in the air, just in case!" 

Sandy and I had to remain where we were for a while, we 
couldn't walk back to the car in case we disturbed 
crucial evidence. Inspector Baker couldn't leave 
because he had just declared the whole area a crime 
scene. 

Several officers were rushed to our side, fast tracked 
in our exact footsteps, following the tracks that our 
three pairs of shoes had left in the dusty track. The 
helicopter had made three passes overhead and we could 
hear the directions being relayed out of many radio 
loud speakers. Police officers dressed from head to toe 
in white paper overalls were fanning out carefully to 
the suspicious spots indicated by the helicopter 
spotter. 

Sandy and I both jumped when the first whistle sounded, 
we looked out over the field, it looked like a strange 
crop of semi-human looking flowers dotted around the 
knee-length grass and weeds An officer was standing 
with his arm raised in the air blowing a whistle, 
everyone's attention was on him now, he spoke into his 
microphone, we clearly heard "Female body sir, badly 
decomposed," Sandy grabbed me and pulled me closer to 
her, there were already tears filling her eyes, we just 
hugged as a second whistle sounded, a little further 
into the field. 

The main search team finally arrived at our position, 
there were five police officers standing sentinel 
still, one arm raised to indicate the location of a 
female body. They dare not move further in fear of 
disturbing vital evidence around each body. As Sandy 
and I were lead away small tents were being erected 
over the location of each body. 

At the Lexus, we sat and waited, the track behind us 
was now blocked by around fifty police vehicles. A huge 
pantechnican lorry, converted into a mobile police 
station was just behind our position. We watched as dog 
handlers walked past, the track leading to the old 
factory was like an obstacle course; each remotely 
significant thing found on the search toward the field 
of death had been fenced off for later, more thorough 
examination. Everything and everyone that was needed at 
the end of the track had to weave its way along that 
grotesque slalom. 

The statement was forgotten about for the time being, 
there wasn't a police officer in Nottinghamshire that 
wasn't now involved on the search of the industrial 
estate, the police had cancelled leave to bring in the 
off duty officers to maintain law and order on the rest 
of Nottingham's streets. Sandy and I managed to get 
dropped off at a pub in the city centre, I had a 
brandy, I needed something to settle my nerves. There 
was a TV on in the bar; the local news was making a big 
thing out of the unfolding events. All scheduled 
programs had been suspended as news began to trickle 
through the various agencies. 

"This is the BBC news team, unconfirmed reports are 
coming in that two female bodies have been recovered in 
the Colwick Park area of Nottingham!" Then a third, a 
fourth, a fifth and a sixth. There was even a shot on 
TV, taken at the side of the incident room showing 
Sandy and I being led from the Lexus to a waiting 
Police car and the shot of the car racing away from the 
scene with 'blues and two's" in operation, fortunately 
the camera wasn't there to record us walking from the 
car to the Queen's head, a dusty little back street 
pub. One of the old codgers looked from the image of 
Sandy and I on TV to the actual Sandy and I standing in 
the bar next to him but he didn't say anything, people 
don't in Nottingham, just live and let live. 

Sandy's cell-phone rang, there was a problem of some 
sort at the doctor's surgery where she worked and they 
were looking for someone with a key to open the 
building, she explained that she wasn't at home and 
hung up the phone. Seeing Sandy on her phone reminded 
me that I had switched my own cell-phone off when I was 
giving my statement to the police and had forgotten to 
turn it back on again. I switched the phone on and 
typed in my pin number, as soon as the phone had 
finished working through it's set up ritual it rang, 
"Hello" I said, it was Woodrow, "How are you?" there 
was a lot of tension in his voice, "I'm OK thanks, 
what's wrong?" Woodrow was flabbergasted by my casual 
demeanour; "You and some other woman are being splashed 
over the news every fifteen minutes up here as the 
probable thirteenth victim of the Colwick Ripper!" 

Just then I heard the news item in my telephone 
earpiece as I saw the newsreader delivering the same 
news item on the TV in the bar. "Nottingham drug dealer 
was found hanged in his cell at Nottingham's central 
Police headquarters this afternoon. Isaac Newton, a 
thirty-year-old Jamaican man suspected of dealing in 
crack cocaine and heroin. Newton is believed to have 
been arrested late on Friday night and was expected to 
have been released earlier today when a development in 
another case resulted in a delay in his release." 

There was no photograph of Isaac on the screen, just a 
picture of the outside of the police station where I 
had been earlier in the day. The next news item was 
delivered from the side of the mobile police station in 
the Colwack area of Nottingham, I heard Woodrow's voice 
in my ear again, "The bit with you in it is about to be 
shown again!" "I know, I'm watching it now," I said. 

Police inspector Baker was standing in front of the 
incident room's steps, I heard him say that they 
believed they were looking for twelve bodies, eleven 
had so far been found hidden in the grounds and 
outbuildings of a derelict factory unit. The picture of 
Sandy and I walking past the incident room hugging each 
other was then shown with a voice over "It is believed 
that one of these two women was the Colwick Ripper's, 
intended thirteenth victim. And that it was her 
evidence that had led inspector Baker to this spot and 
it's grizzly discovery." 

Woodrow was all for driving down and picking me up, he 
wanted to protect me, he told me that he had gone cold 
at the thought that he had come so close to loosing me. 
I just said, "I'll see you on Monday at your flat if 
you're going to be there." It wasn't good enough for 
Woodrow but he knew better than to push me further. 

The news coverage had been on every station, it was all 
over the front page of the Evening Standard, little 
wonder then that my cell-phone battery was drained of 
power in less than twenty minutes from all the people 
ringing me up to see if I was really the woman on the 
TV and in the newspaper. A message was singularly 
missing from Harry though. 

I got home and found it empty, Harry arrived an hour or 
so later, he smelled of sex, he really should have had 
a shower before leaving Sarah, well I hoped it was 
Sarah, I would hate to think he was two timing her. It 
turned out that Harry had followed Sandy and I out 
earlier and hadn't seen any news items during the day. 
I had to smile inwardly, the most important news in 
Nottingham's history since the death of Robin Hood and 
Harry missed it all. 

Before bed I laid out the new ground rules for our 
marriage, "No I don't want a divorce, unless you want 
one. I intend to stop in Northampton during the week 
and come home on Friday evenings until, either Sunday 
night or Monday morning. If you want to have sex with 
me it is OK to ask, and if I feel like it I will 
accede, in your bed but returning to my own bed after. 

I'm totally happy if you want to move another woman 
into your bed at any time and I expect the same 
consideration. I will no longer be your domestic 
engineer, you mess it you clean it, you use it you 
replace it. I'm willing to split the Mortgage fifty-
fifty but all other bills will be, at best two ninths 
from me and seven ninths from you." 

Harry just sat listening, in the end he actually began 
to cry, he couldn't work out what had suddenly gone 
wrong between us, he was trying to intimate that the 
Sarah thing was just a one off thing and wouldn't ever 
happen again. I knew at that point that I was right, 
Harry was a lying bastard, even after being caught out 
he still couldn't tell the truth. 

I was sitting in my bedroom reading when I heard a 
stone hit the window, I looked out and Dell was 
standing in my back garden. Harry was in bed, I assumed 
he was sleeping, there was no light on in his room so I 
tiptoed past, not so that he didn't know that I was 
going somewhere just as a courtesy, not wishing to wake 
him up. 

I pulled my mackintosh over my nighty and met Dell in 
the back garden. Sandy had told him that I had moved 
into the back bedroom so he decided to risk throwing a 
small stone at the window when he saw my light was 
still on. 

We walked across the footpaths around Bestwood Park, 
talking about everything and nothing, the summer night 
was warm, very dark still over the park, no lights in 
sight from the urbanised sprawl all around us. "What do 
you want to do?" I asked Dell, "I want to sleep with 
you again!" Was his simple answer. He was a different 
person to the rough and callow lad who had expected my 
body as his right a few weeks earlier. 

I told him that I might not feel the same to him 
anymore, that I had a new boyfriend, I almost choked on 
that word, how come even if the significant other were 
a man in his eighties he would still be a boyfriend. 
Dell didn't care, wrong word, Dell had done a lot of 
growing up in a short time, "Your body, your right to 
do what you want with it," he said. All Dell wanted was 
to share as much of me as I was willing to let him, on 
my own terms. I pulled him to me and we kissed. 

I ended up at Dell's house, just before midnight, Carol 
was already in bed, Dell made me a coffee and asked me 
to wait in the kitchen for him. I didn't, I stood at 
the bottom of the stairs and heard Dell waking his 
mother up, she willingly vacated her double bed for her 
son's room and his single one. I felt guilty but not 
guilty enough not to take the double bed if it was on 
offer. 

Dell was very tender, there wasn't much of my clothing 
to remove, just an old Mackintosh and a boring old 
nighty, no bra or panties. Dell spent an hour exploring 
my body, when his fingers finally slipped into my pussy 
he realised what I had meant about feeling different. 
Dell brought me to several climaxes with his mouth and 
his fingers and then before he climbed on top he asked 
me if he should use a condom, I thought about it, no, 
do it without, I'm going to get birth control on 
Monday, if anything happens I'll have to deal with it. 

Dell was wonderful, he did everything he could to give 
me an orgasm while he fucked me but he couldn't manage 
it, there was just too much hole and too little Dell 
but after he filled me with his cream he used his 
fingers once again to give me a final orgasm before we 
fell asleep in each-others arms. 

I had a realisation after sex with Dell, Woodrow, while 
a fantastic lover would ruin my body for anyone else, 
so I had to make a decision, did I want to be Woodrow's 
lover on a permanent basis or did I want other lovers, 
hell I was being a little precocious now, did Woodrow 
see me as anything more that a quick fuck or did he 
have intentions of a more permanent nature. Something 
to talk about with the big fella on Monday evening. 

I was in my own bed by the time Harry Woke up on Sunday 
morning, I had only been in it an hour though. Harry 
came in and tried to cuddle up to me, "No way!" I said 
forcefully. "You're not fucking me ever again until you 
tell me the truth and I want to know everything!" 

I met Harry in the living room to listen to his version 
of the truth; it was unfortunate for him that I had so 
much information at my disposal about him that I would 
probably know more about his truth than he knew 
himself. Half way through his confession Harry was 
distracted by the TV news; the initial coverage of the 
previous day had been scaled down to a bulletin 
inserted into each scheduled news slot instead of half 
hourly updates, as they were the previous day. 

Harry Recognised Sandy first and then me, mainly 
because I was dressed so differently to my norm, even 
though he had commented on the way I was dressed when I 
left the house. Harry wanted the low-down on what had 
happened on Friday night, "Well if I believe your 
version of the truth I may tell you, if not, well we 
won't be talking enough for me to tell you anything!" 

I went around to Sandy's house on the off chance that 
she would be in, I just wanted to get out of the house, 
Harry was still missing a large portion of his truth 
and I decided not to challenge him on the lack of 
truth. 

Sandy was in, I asked her if it would be possible to 
get a quick visit with one of her doctors, if I went 
early in the morning she would add my name in to the 
front of the appointments diary so that it looked like 
it had been there all week. We had a coffee and I told 
her all about Woodrow and what he had done to me, Sandy 
wanted to see, well feel. She had an intimate knowledge 
of my anatomy from a few weeks earlier, "Wow, you have 
been stretched, I need to meet this Woodrow." 

I told her about the introduction to the JH club, "You 
mean it really does exist?" I nodded my head and said, 
"I was in a room with twenty or more men all with above 
average appendages."

"Mmmmm, can you get me an invite, I want to try that!" 

Sandy was still touching me between my legs; "You know 
that you made Dell a happy bunny again last night?" 
Sandy said.

"My god has that news item spread around already?" I 
joked.

"Clare couldn't wait to tell me, so she left a text on 
my mobile." 

Sandy was idly toying with my clitoris, it was the 
first time a woman had touched me in such an intimate 
way, she wasn't trying to make love to me or anything, 
she had just forgotten herself, as I caught my breath 
she suddenly realised what she was doing and blushed as 
she apologised. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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