Mr and Mrs Jones took their holidays separately. One looked after the children at the seaside, while the other took a week away abroad for sun and sex. Now they are together, and realise they missed each other and the children more than they could bear. They would make passionate love, were it not for the upset child between them. They really are the perfect couple after all, and want no other.
Mr Thomas revels in the role of cuckold. He is a doting father and is glad to take his pretty brown daughter out while Mummy is enjoying the attentions of other men. He is especially excited about two Chinese students he met outside the city university. They readily agreed to fuck his wife without protection so that he can get another child distinctively different from himself. His wife was pleased to note that their cocks were of good size, and not, as she feared, tiny. They tell her that is the Japanese. At least once a week she is left dripping with Oriental love-juice.
Tonight, while her husband and children are with her mother-in-law, Mrs Thomas is groaning with pleasure as two cocks work her front and back orifices. She was interested to try anal sex - a little painful at first, but surprisingly pleasant once she persisted. (The backdoor-man always has a condom.) The Chinese students are very polite and cooperative. As they are young, she knows there will be a second session later, probably two in a row this time.
After six months she is not pregnant, but happy to continue furthering Anglo-Chinese relations. Mr Thomas has at last worked out that they are not the same two Chinese each time.
There will be no little Chinese babies. Having tried childbirth once, she has taken steps to see that it never happens again. Her husband is unaware that she is also getting served by Sergeants Smith and Dixon. It is a joy to be properly unfaithful again. Any sex is good, but it loses the thrill if your husband knows and approves.
Councillor Fox put his lust ahead of his principles and joined the Green party in hopes to resume congress with Ms Hunter. This was successful, though he had to eat many more vegan meals again, and suffer some deadly boring meetings with her committee. The more fired up she gets politically the more lustful she becomes. Fortunately he's not patriarchal and is happy to lie back and let her do all the work, riding him to her satisfaction, and sucking to work him up for a second (or more) go later. The government has just announced licences for drilling for oil and gas so it could be an exhausting night. (She may well have to turn to her trusty dildo - traditionally handmade in sustainable hardwood by indigenous craftsmen, who have done this ever since a marketing executive thought of it.)
In the morning he will restore this strength by sneaking into Ma Saunders for a full English breakfast with all the forbidden ingredients: bacon, eggs, sausages, and the ultimate sin - white bread fried in bacon fat! (And a pint of proper tea, with real milk.)
Ma Saunders is so happy. Len, her husband's lorry driver lover, has got a new job at the local depot and has moved in with them. It is mainly local work so he can join Mr Saunders in bed most nights. It is simple male love. They are both attracted to the male rather than the female body and enjoy equally fucking and being fucked. As Len is younger he does more fucking. There is a love beyond that, between Ma and Mr Saunders. They don't have sex, but they still have each other in a very special way. She is glad to know of the passion in his bedroom, and he is pleased for the two or three men who visit her each evening. Len is a little like a son for her. The one who died so soon, and then she wasn't able to have any more. Len is such a nice boy, and she's glad they found each other.
Police Chief Superintendent Harris was badly affected by Covid, and had to retire, so lost her dream of being Chief Constable. But she still has hopes for her protégée, Police Inspector Trubshaw. She has suggested that certain wives of influential men might be of interest to a lesbian officer, though Trubshaw is presently determined to stay faithful to her wife, Sergeant Khan. Khan, in turn, has promised that her activities with other officers are limited to handjobs, though she is rather tempted by Sergeant Smith.
Mr Brown is in bed with two women, his wife and his mistress, Miss Higgins the librarian. To lure him back, he has been offered the full erotic availability of both, with no holds (or holes) barred. He wonders how much the king-size bed cost and decides that he and his mother should really have a new double bed. Her bedroom, landing and stair carpets are rather worn as well. Mum never asks for anything, but is always pleased if he offers to do a bit of decorating. The new wallpaper looks good in the living room, and she's happy with her new cooker.
For just over two weeks he has cunt and tits thrown at him from all directions, with one woman urging him on with the other. They even kissed and stroked each other, but it didn't do anything for him, and seemed a bit desperate. Anyway, they're not as nice as the women in his magazines.
Once again they are demanding too much of him, even by concentrating on his pleasure. Tomorrow when they are both at work a van will come and take the only possessions he cares about off to his Mum's home. When the two women come in the evening, they will get drunk and pass out together in the king-size bed. Nothing will happen but within a week they will start to do what they were pretending, and enjoy malarky with each other. Within a year Miss Higgins will move in, and they will have the best sex and companionship they could ever imagine.
Meanwhile Mr Brown's mother is looking at a calendar which advertises a long-defunct motor parts supplier. A smiling young woman with large firm breasts smiles out of the page - Miss April. Mrs Brown smiles back. She was certainly a looker in those days. How much she and the other girls were thrilled by the idea of thousands of men masturbating to their pictures! Her dream had been to be in Playboy, lying across the page with a staple in her tummy and her snatch on open display! The other girls admired her snatch - a neat bush: hairy, but not too much, just right. British girlie calendars and magazines did not yet show female fur. Just imagine millions of men gazing lustfully at it!
But she had got pregnant, and married the young mechanic who caused it, so that was that. Still, he had been a wonderful husband, and she still had her lovely boy. She had never approved of the stuck-up cow he married, and is a little worried that he is visiting her again. No, he is sure to come back to his old Mum. Should she show him the calendar and the seven magazines in which she displayed her charms? Perhaps not the calendar, with the oily finger marks and a stain in the corner.
When Mr Harris, the Head Teacher, was a child at the school there had been some bright new classrooms. Now the pupils are back from Covid, and it turns out the concrete used was especially light and cheap but not especially durable, so they have all been condemned and closed (just before the start of term.) It is a new headache, but his sister (the former Chief Superintendent) and his wife take it in turns to give him a good pegging to relieve the strain of the day, before seeking their own satisfaction together.
The council doesn't have the money to replace the classrooms, but a survey shows the part of the school built a hundred years ago is still solid.
To show the variety of human behaviour, Constable Atkins is fucking his very own wife. He's not as good as her previous husband, but he's here instead of in prison. Constable Atkins dreams of the supple loveliness of Sergeant Khan, who will not even give him a handjob now he's married, such is the police code of not messing with a mate's marriage. Mrs Atkins (the former Mrs Sykes) dreams of Sergeant Smith's reported size and ready availability, but will not get it for the same reason.
