Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Public sex, Incest, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sex Slave, Anal
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Johnny was back at work on the damaged stonework before I was fully dressed, I noticed that the hammer he was using had gone up three sizes and he was hitting the chisel harder and faster after sex in the bell tower than he had been before I arrived.
Ron had told me to take Johnny's phone when I left the church, he wanted me to ring him and tell him everything that had happened in the church when Johnny saw the way that I was dressed.
I left the church and walked slowly home, I called Ron to tell him what had happened and that we were almost caught by the Priest in the act.
Even though I was wearing four inch heels I kind of plodded down the church path towards the lychgate, not really thinking about what I was doing...more thinking about the plan that had sparked in my head about my next sexual step with my husband now that I'd had sex in a public place and had almost been caught. Phase two had popped into my head while Johnny was talking to the Priest three inches away from where we'd just been fucking and three inches away from my totally naked body.
I closed the church gate behind me and while I still had my back to the road, a car, driving past the church, hooted its horn at me. I heard the engine slow and without really thinking about it I had switched from plodding mode and into cat-walk mode.
"What was that?"
"A car, the driver hooted me and I think he might have stopped up the road from the church."
"Well, let me know what happened...even if you think nothing actually happened!"
I closed the call down to Ron, Just a few short hours ago I would have been affronted by a man hooting at me from his car and suddenly I'm vamping for him. As I strutted my stuff, I heard his car stop and his door close, the 'Beep-beep' told me that he'd set his alarm. We didn't live very far from the church and I was already at the end of the lane leading to my house. 'Turn left to home or go straight on?' that was the question I asked myself, I walked on.
As I wiggled my arse more than was necessary I pondered phase two. I was sure that Johnny would have been happy screwing me out in the open next time but who would be the best man to catch us at it? I couldn't ask Ron, there would be the kick for Johnny of his dad catching us, but that might be a turn off for him, incest wasn't everyone's cup of tea or turn on and then what would be the blackmail element?
Suleiman popped into my head, Suleiman was big, not fat just big, he was one of the biggest men I'd ever met in the flesh, his size might intimidate Johnny, the fact that Johnny probably knew him as well, being one of his father's main building products suppliers, Johnny was bound to have been to SBS to pick up stock for his dad's crews. Suleiman knowing Johnny and Johnny's father would give the blackmail element and having Johnny watch as a black man fucked me...that would certainly be about the biggest taboo that Johnny would be able to handle, the inter racial aspect and I'd be well turned on too having my husband watch me fucking a big black man.
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I felt a hand on my shoulder, the driver of the car that had hooted me had caught me up.
"Hi, do you live round here?"
I turned to look at him, he kept his hand in place so I swivelled under his palm, his hand was on the bare flesh between my neck and the shoulder strap of my chemise. He'd picked his moment to approach me, I was at the side of the gateway into the meadow that ran from the main road to the side of my house and then up to my father-in-law's house beyond. I'd walked past two other gateways while being followed but the man had waited until this particular gate because there was a telegraph pole and connection pillar two feet away from the hedgerow so the tractor mounted flail couldn't trim the hedge back for about four feet to prevent damage to the telephone equipment, it formed a deep sightscreen between the village and that gateway.
"Do you have anywhere to go?"
Mmm, I thought, 'Ambiguous question, he could just be offering me a lift if I was walking somewhere, he could be asking me if I was in a hurry somewhere or he could be asking me if I had a place we could go, somewhere private...'
While I was distracted by my thoughts, he started stroking my shoulder, his hand reached up to my ear and then back to the shoulder strap of my chemise, he didn't stop though, he eased my shoulder strap a little towards my arm.
I did a mental sweep of the area, my kids were at home with Simon so I couldn't take him there, the barns around the farm had all been fitted with locks because of recent spate of farm crimes and I didn't have keys to any of them. Apart from the woodland that the family owned or the woods that Simon had slept in, I didn't know where I could go for some privacy any more.
I shook my head.
He looked disappointed for a moment then he seemed to shrug his shoulders, he'd made up his mind, I expected his hand to fall from my shoulder and for him to walk away but I was wrong. He looked to the left and then to the right, he'd made up his mind and scouted his environment. I didn't know him, he wasn't a local man, just one of the many that used our village as a rat run to escape the crawl of rush hour traffic trying to get into Kettering. So many people didn't want to go to Kettering, just through it on their way to someplace else. The rat run used four or five villages to skirt the town and emerge out the other side.
He looked back into my eyes and down my body, he was still massaging my shoulder with his right hand, palpating the muscle as he slid his hand back to my ear, now there was an added dimension, he was pushing me backwards until my back hit the gate, he bent his knees to get his mouth on the same elevation as mine and he was leaning in for a kiss when I heard a vehicle in the distance. Rush hour was over so it wouldn't be a stranger taking a short cut, it would be a local and from that direction the driver and any passengers would all be able to see me standing there with the stranger.
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I quickly turned my back to the road, I moved so quickly that I didn't pivot under his hand this time, This time I threw his hand off of my shoulder, his hand took the shoulder strap of my chemise as well of my bra strap over the end of my shoulder and down my arm.
I rested my elbows on the top rail of the wooden gate to prevent my chemise falling too far down and exposing too much of my bra or worse...
I looked out over the meadow, my house was well screened with a tall hedge of its own so all I saw of it was the roof, Ron's house however was higher up the hill, I could see his veranda with his telescope on its tripod standing and pointing at my bedroom window. I looked back through my mental filing cabinet, all the pictures in my head that contained Ron's house from this direction showed that the telescope never pointed above the vertical, from his lofty position, Ron could look into the private spaces of a lot of houses in our village. The vehicle passed behind me, my new friend was now at my side looking out over the meadow, we just looked like an ordinary couple, he had his arm across my back, his hand back on the top of my shoulder.
I risked a quick look over my shoulder as the vehicle passed, a mud brown Toyota Land Cruiser Pick-up Truck, it was four wheel drive with a high ground clearance and the logo for 'Clarke's Construction' on the door panel.
The colour and type of vehicle meant that the driver and possible crew in the Toyota were ground workers; they laid drains and services on building sites, set out the footings and the road edges. They were always the first on a new site and did the messiest jobs so they had brown vehicles so that they showed up the mud splashes less than other colours would. I didn't see who was in the truck but whoever it was, they would know me, even from behind. I was trotted out to help at all works functions, Christmas parties, New Year's Eve parties, important birthdays and anniversaries. I served the staff with food and drink and was expected to dance with directors of the company too.
I felt hot breath on my neck, lips kissing and biting, the other shoulder straps of my clothes were pulled out of the way and fell to be caught by my forearms resting on the top rail of the gate.
