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Acting on Impulse
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

This is a story that shows the result of acting on 
impulse. By acting in anger and desperation; what 
seemed like good ideas at the time, result in a simple 
housewife leaving herself vulnerable to the depraved 
desires of two manipulating men. (MMF, reluc)

***

Author Note: All of my stories include descriptions of 
sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. 
Please do not read this story if you are offended by 
perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal 
age of consent for your own country. These stories are 
pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or 
deceased.

Acting on Impulse

My heart is still thumping in my chest, and my stomach 
is still all churned-up. What a morning this has been, 
and all because my husband has a roaming eye. What am I 
going on about? Well I’ll tell you. Bloody men!

My name is Sandra but everybody calls me Sandi, I’m 
thirty-three years old and have been married to Roger 
for twelve years. I’ve always had a well paid job, 
earning nearly double Roger’s wage. But we just had our 
first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl 
called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after 
her. But this has drastically reduced our combined 
income. This didn’t hit us at first, but now its 
getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and 
things are getting tight.

Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although 
Roger did remember, and took me out for a meal, not to 
an expensive restaurant, but a simple meal in a pub 
which would have been sufficient, but what got to me; 
was that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that 
were sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like 
talking to the wall, in-fact, I think the wall was 
paying me more attention. Then when we got home, he was 
flirting with the young girl who’d been babysitting. 
Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I don’t 
think I’d have trusted him to have given her a lift 
home. Then to really ruin the night; when we got into 
bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me getting 
more and more frustrated.

So this morning when he’d gone to work, I was in a 
really foul mood. And I decided to do something to get 
my own back. I’d bought no new clothes for ages, 
because we were cutting down on our spending. But I 
thought to myself, if he’s going to be looking at other 
girls, then I’m going to get other men, to look at me! 
First thing to make a girl feel sexy; is sexy 
underwear. And good sexy underwear doesn’t come cheap. 
There are no really good underwear shops in our local 
town, so I’d have to go some twenty miles or so to the 
nearest city.

But here again our money problems hit me. Only last 
week my beloved Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is 
the name of my big old Land Rover truck. I’ve had it 
since I was twenty-one. It’s slow, noisy, thirsty, 
drafty, but has never let me down in all the twelve 
years I’ve owned it. When I’m driving it; I sit up 
there so high, and feel so safe. And the MOT he just 
failed? Well in England to get your annual road tax, if 
your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a road 
worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my 
Laurence failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means you’re 
not insured. And any one of the three things means you 
can’t take it on the road. We couldn’t afford to have 
the garage fix the car, so Roger was going to get one 
of his friends to look at it for me. But this was 
something else he hadn’t done.

Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck 
their silly old MOT! My Laurence has always got me 
where ever I wanted to go in the past, and he wouldn’t 
let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with all her 
stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty 
Laurence. I dropped her off at my moms, and off I went 
to get some drop-dead sexy kit.

I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small 
exclusive place. Everything in there cost a bomb, but 
what the fuck! There was only a little parking space 
in-front of the shop, with enough room for about four 
cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and 
jumped out. Now if Roger had seen me he’d have nagged 
me all day long, he always insisted on my reversing 
into the parking space. But today Roger could go-fuck-
himself!

Now to go shopping I’d wanted to look my best, but with 
no new fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics. 
One thing that will always be in style is showing lots 
of leg, bust, or flesh in any area. And that was 
something else that Roger had let me down on! He’d 
given me a target weight and waist size when our 
Rebecca was born, and he’d promised that when I got 
back down to my original nine stone, and twenty-two 
inch waist, he’d buy me a complete new outfit. Well I’d 
reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still 
no sign of him taking me shopping to buy it. Anyway, as 
I say I’d got a short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was 
showing lots of leg, bare tummy, and plenty of 
cleavage.

I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre 
counter, where the man who owned the shop was standing. 
Then bold-as-brass, without trying to make sure nobody 
else could hear.

"I’m looking for some really sexy underwear."

"Well you’ve come to the right place. Because that’s 
all we sell here. But what kind of sexy do you want? 
Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Old fashioned lacy? That’s 
really back in fashion now."

"I want something that doesn’t leave much to the 
imagination."

"In that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that 
area of the shop. Once you find what you want, there is 
a changing room at the back of the shop. If you need 
any assistance, just come and ask. And I hope you don’t 
mind me saying, that I think you’re making the right 
choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to 
cover it up."

I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned 
away without answering him, and made my way to where 
he’d pointed. The stuff was so nice, it was difficult 
to know what to pick. I’d been browsing around for 
about ten minutes, when suddenly.

"Do you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke 
from directly behind me.

"Err. No of-course not, I’d be glad of your assistance, 
there’s just so much to choose from."

"Even if I do say so myself, I’m a pretty good judge of 
what style suits what type of lady."

"Ok then, tell me what style you think would suit me."

"Well you’ve got such a sexy little body, you don’t 
need anything fancy, or overstated. I’d suggest a 
thong, and a half cup bra. Here try this set, it’s 
almost transparent, but it will certainly show you off 
to best effect. Then there’s this set, still very 
revealing, but silk material. And then there’s this 
lace one, not my choice, but maybe you’ll like it. If 
you want to go and try them on, the changing room is 
vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find 
me around the shop somewhere, but I’m expecting a 
delivery to my store-room at the back, so if I’m not 
about, just pick up the little brass bell on the 
counter, and give it a ring."

I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of 
them, but with price tags starting at around ninety 
pounds, this little lot would in total exceed three-
hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with 
Roger, I couldn’t spend that kind of money. Even the 
cheapest set at ninety, would cause us a lot of 
financial pain. 

Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and 
the manager of the shop was still milling about, so I 
started putting the underwear on, one set on top of the 
next. All the time I kept having a quick peek through 
the curtains, to check where he was. Then as I’d just 
put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I 
saw him disappearing into a door to the side of the 
changing cubicle. I assumed this led to his stock-room, 
and he’d gone to take care of the delivery as he’d 
said. Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt and 
blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I 
could. 

I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible, 
but trying not to arouse any of the other customers’ 
attention. I was about ten feet from the door, when I 
heard a voice behind me.

"Was there nothing suitable?"

It was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle, 
with his hand just about to open the curtain.

"Err. No thank you."

I replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I 
could see he’d now pulled the curtain back. As I 
stepped out, I heard his call.

"Hey! Stop! Where are the outfits?"

I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and 
turning the key. He burst into life as usual, and I 
crashed the gear stick into reverse. Then dropping the 
clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and pulled a 
handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and 
there was a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I 
had been looking behind me, but as I swung my head to 
where the noise was coming from, I could see my front 
bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked next 
to me. I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just 
pushed the car sideways out of his path. It was a 
brand-new Jag, and as we lurched free of it, I could 
see we’d ripped the side open from front passenger 
door, along to the back bumper.

We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards 
the door of the shop. I turned my head back to see 
where I was going, before I crashed into anything else. 
I could now see the shop manager coming running out of 
his door, only to be met by Laurence’s back end 
rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks, 
and jumped clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we 
were off. We were in second gear before I'd left the 
little car-park. I kept my foot hard down not 
attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily 
the traffic was light, and apart from some horn 
blowing, we were away without incident.

I didn’t head for home; instead I drove around the city 
for a while to see if we were being followed. Then 
after about fifteen minutes driving around, I made my 
way back home. I didn’t pick-up baby, my nerves were 
too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous 
wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence 
pours out black smoke, so the whole back end of him is 
filthy. There is no way you could read the number plate 
even stood up close. So I felt quietly confident that 
I’d got away with it.

"Ring ring, Ring ring. Ring ring,"

The phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didn’t want 
to answer it. But why? It could only be my mum, or a 
friend.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is that Sandra Hall?"

"Why, who wants to know?"

"This is Mr Armstrong here; I’m the proprietor of 
‘Silks & Satins’. I just wanted to inform you that I 
will be handing your purse and handbag over to the 
police when they arrive. I expect you’ll be able to 
pick them up from the station when they arrest you."

My heart sank, I’d been in such a state, I hadn’t even 
missed the bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get 
dressed and out of the cubicle, I must have left it 
hanging on the peg in there. What the hell could I do 
now?

"Please don’t call the police."

"And why ever not? You’ve not only stolen goods from my 
shop, I have a customer here, whose beautiful new car 
has been torn to shreds. He’s just sitting down in a 
state of shock."

"Please I beg you; I’ll bring your stuff back."

"My dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided 
not to prosecute, what about this gentleman’s car? 
He’ll need the details of your insurance."

Now I knew I wasn’t insured, so the bill for this guy’s 
car would be out of my pocket. There was no way we 
could pay out for a car that must have cost about forty 
grand.

"I’m not insured. Sob sniff. That’s why I didn’t stop. 
Please don’t phone the police, I’ll go to prison."

"You are in a mess then. Don’t move away from your 
phone, I’ll ring you back in a minute."

So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at 
the other end. Eventually, the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Right my dear, I don’t like talking about this kind of 
thing on the phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the 
same, just a simple yes or no. If your answer is no, 
I’ll ring the police, and we'll just let matters take 
their course. Here is my proposition. I’ve just taken 
delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would 
normally hire a model for the day. If I bring my 
camera, and the stuff to your place, and you model it, 
I won’t prosecute. The gentleman whose car you 
demolished is prepared to claim off his own company 
insurance, and not go to the police. Providing you let 
him join us, he'd like to watch you while you do the 
modelling."

"But what are the costumes like?"

"I said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word 
you utter isn’t yes, then I’m putting the phone down, 
and phoning the police."

I had no real choice to make, it had to be yes.

"Yes."

"Ok my dear we’ve got your address, it’ll take us about 
thirty minutes, that’s time for you to have a shower, 
and get yourself in the right frame of mind."

"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

The phone went dead as he’d dropped his receiver.

So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph 
me in? In what I didn’t know. I went upstairs, and 
removed the layers of underwear, the cause of all my 
problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I lay in 
my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through 
my head, wondering just how I’d got myself into this 
bloody mess. As normally happens when having a bath, 
time passes before you know it, and I was still mulling 
the morning’s disaster through my mind, when I heard 
the front door bell.

"Shit!"

I hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe, 
then made my way down the stairs. My stomach was full 
of butterflies, as I opened the door.

"Excuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath. 
Parcel for you, can you sign here?"

"Oh yes. Oh its ok, I’d been in there too long, I was 
turning into a prune."

He took the slip I’d just signed, and gave me the 
parcel.

"I hope you don’t mind me saying, if the prunes we had 
for school dinners had been like you, then we’d have 
all been going back for second helpings."

With that he turned on his heals, and was off up the 
garden path.

I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and 
suddenly realised that I’d still got his pen in my 
hand. Now it wasn’t a diamond studded or real gold one, 
but it was a relatively expensive pen. I wasn’t dressed 
to chase after him, so I put it on the hall window 
sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw 
off the robe, with the intention of getting dressed, 
when the door bell rang again. I turned around, and I 
was pulling the robe together as I ran back down the 
stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen. 
As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it 
forward.

"Here it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry."

As you’ve probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and 
a man I’d never seen before.

"Thank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?"

"No, sorry that's not for you."

I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back 
on the window sill.

"Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose you’d better come in."

"Which room, front, back or do you want us to do it in 
your bedroom?"

The shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and 
a silver metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The 
other man had two large bags, which looked like my 
Husbands fishing rod bags.

"Back room, I think. I’ll just nip upstairs and get 
dressed; I’ll be down in a moment"

"Hang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you, 
just give me a second to open my bag."

I followed them both into my back room, and the shop 
owner, who I later found out was called Ted, put both 
his case and bag on the floor. Then he searched around 
inside the bag, and pulled out a bright yellow swim 
suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my 
bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really 
nice costume, not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy 
cut. It was the kind of thing that I’d wear on holiday, 
to go down to the beach.

I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these 
two men. As I walked in the room, they’d been busy 
setting out the gear they’d just carried in. In one 
corner of the room was a screen, three cloth covered 
panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors 
surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its 
own stand. And the big silver case was laid open, and 
it contained all types of camera equipment. They’d also 
set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a selection of 
costumes from his big holdall.

As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said.

"Oh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What 
do you think Les?"

"You weren’t kidding. She’s got a cracking little 
body."

"Come-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is 
Les, and you can call me Ted. We already know your 
name, but let’s just make sure you don’t mind us 
calling you Sandi."

"No, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les 
just how sorry I am, for what I did to his car."

"Is that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry 
you are?"

"Of course I’m sorry, but what do you mean? How can I 
show him?"

Well by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big 
three-seater leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on 
the floor, messing with his camera.

"Well in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a 
kiss. I’m not sure if that would do it for Les?

"It would certainly be a start."

"I am really sorry."

And with that I walked towards him, and bent down to 
give him a kiss.

"Wait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up 
first."

"What! You’re going to take a picture of me kissing 
him?"

He busily positioned his lights all around, and turned 
them on, illuminating the whole room. Then with his 
camera in his hand, he rolled across the floor to a 
position behind me. He was laid on his back pointing 
the camera’s great big lens upwards towards me.

"I want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back 
over me, and then come forward like you just did. But 
this time, lean forward to kiss Les, as you’re stepping 
over me. I want to see your lips meeting, framed by a 
shot taken through your legs."

"You can’t be serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if anyone recognises my face?"

"These pictures are just for me and Les. No one else 
will ever see them. When I take the ones for the 
display cards, I’ve got a masquerade mask for you to 
wear. It covers the eyes, nose and cheeks, so it still 
allows your pretty smile to be seen."

"But you still want me to let you take a picture from 
down there, with my legs open, wearing this costume?"

"So that wasn’t a genuine offer when you said you 
wanted to make it up to Les?"

"It was, but I never expected you’d want to take that 
sort of picture of me."

"So, you’re going to behave all childish about this? 
Well in that case I guess this isn’t going to work. We 
might as well get this lot packed up, and let the law 
deal with you."

"No don’t be like that! But are you saying that unless 
I want the police involved, you’re expecting me to let 
you take that kind of picture?"

"Yes. I would have thought that would have been 
obvious. Surely you can’t think that’s a high price to 
pay? You’ve just stolen nearly four-hundred quid’s 
worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car. A few 
pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming 
costume doesn’t seem much to ask?"

"But when you phoned me, you said I’d just be modelling 
the swimwear."

"I don’t think I did. I asked if you’d model swimwear, 
and you said yes. But I never said that would be 
sufficient to pay us off for you stealing from me, and 
damaging his car."

"But I thought that was why you’d come here, just to 
take simple photos of me wearing your costumes."

"We’re going around in circles my dear. It’s quite 
simple. Are you going to let me take the shot, or are 
we leaving?"

"Well ok, you can take this one, but I’m not 
stripping."

"I haven’t asked you to. Now stand with your left leg 
there, and your right leg over here, and lean forward 
to give Les a kiss."

I put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent 
forwards. My hands rested just above Les’s shoulders, 
on the back of the settee. I pursed my lips, and we 
kissed.

"Hold that pose, don’t move."

Ted was clicking away, moving from under me, to my 
side, and all around. But Les was taking his 
opportunity, to push his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t 
like the thought, as both these men were at least forty 
years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my 
situation, I didn’t resist too vigorously, for fear of 
upsetting them.

"Ok. I’ve got that one. Now sit across his knee."

I stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Les’s knee, 
laying myself back into his right arm, which he wrapped 
around my back, resting his hand on my hip. Then his 
left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted them up 
and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under 
my knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his 
other arm in pulling me to his chest. He then started 
pushing his tongue back into my mouth. We were in this 
clinch for at least three minutes, wet kissing, while 
Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all 
angles.

Then I felt Ted’s hand on my right ankle, he lifted it 
from the settee, and pulled it across placing it on the 
floor, hence pulling my legs apart. I was held tightly 
to Les, and his wet kissing prevented me from making a 
verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was about to put it 
back onto the settee.

"Sandra my dear. Don’t be awkward. If I put your leg 
somewhere, that’s because I want it in that position. 
Now put it back quickly."

I did as he said, and returned my foot back to the 
floor, thus allowing him a clear view of my crotch. 
Then I felt his hand on my other ankle, and he was 
lifting that one up over the back of the settee! Now I 
was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him 
clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his 
French kissing.

"Ok Les, let her get up now."

As soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the 
back of the settee, and pulled myself free from Les.

"Right Sandi, how do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you see that rack of costumes; I’d like to get 
all of them done before we go. So the less mucking 
about, the sooner we get finished. We’ve put up a 
little screen in the corner of the room; it will save 
loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of 
going out to your bedroom. If you start at one end of 
the rack, taking a costume, and then when you’re 
changed, put the one you’ve just been wearing back at 
the other end of the rack. There’s five different poses 
that I want to see you model, with each costume. When 
you’ve got the first one on, just come out here and 
I’ll talk you through the different poses. Oh here’s 
that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around the 
back of your head to keep it in place."

I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from 
the end of the rack, and went behind the screen. I 
started stripping the first costume off, but I was 
having to be very careful, as this little screen they’d 
set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover 
from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder 
height. I’d soon pulled the one costume off, and the 
next one on. As I walk from the screen, he was kneeling 
to one side, and he took my picture.

"Very nice. That’s one of the poses done. That was the 
full costume front view. See that's this shot."

He showed me a small printed card, the type that is 
used to accompany the costumes on the display stand. 
This card was about 5 by 8 photo size. On the left top 
side where he was pointing, was a full body front 
facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To 
the right was the same type of shot taken from behind. 
Then under these two larger pictures were three little 
square pictures, maybe about one and a half inches 
square. Then below this was the printed description of 
the item for sale. 

The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One 
taken from the front low down, models legs parted, 
showing details of the gusset. Next was taken from the 
same low down position, but showing the view from 
behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still 
parted. The last was the bust, model leaning forward, 
showing in this case, her nipples as they pushed over 
the top of the half cup bra.

"God!"

"What’s wrong?"

"The pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?"

"What’s wrong with them? All the gear you were looking 
at in my shop had display cards like that."

I guess now he’d said that, I think they did. But you 
just glance at them to see how much the knickers cover 
up, and never think some poor girl has had to model for 
the picture.

"I suppose so; I just never thought you’d want pictures 
like that."

"Well it’s not much point taking your picture in a rain 
coat if I’m selling swimming costumes."

"No it’s just the close-ups of the panties, I never 
thought."

"But did you think they looked over-the-top when you 
were in my shop this morning?"

"I guess not."

"And did you use the close-up insets to tell you what 
style of knickers you were looking at?"

"I suppose so."

"Well I think you’ve answered your own question. So 
shall we get on with the next pose?"

"I guess so."

"Now we’ll, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once 
we get you in position, we can also take the bust shot 
at the same time. So if you come over to this chair, 
bend forwards, and place your hands on the arms of the 
chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, I’ll place 
a couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of 
your feet, one on each coin."

I walked to where he’d put the two coins, putting one 
foot on top of each coin. My legs were spread about two 
feet apart, and about two feet away from the chair.

"That’s good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair 
arms."

I leaned forwards, placing my hands where he’d said. 
This felt a very revealing pose to take.

"Ok Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take 
my picture?"

Les didn’t answer, but I saw him dive down onto the 
floor behind me, and I could feel his hot breath on the 
cheeks of my bottom.

"Ok, let’s get my shot, we’ve got loads more of these 
to get through, and some of the others will be a lot 
more interesting."

Once again Les didn’t answer, but he got up and stood 
to one side out of camera shot. Ted took two or three 
shots, and then he came around and stood behind the 
chair back, facing me.

"Ok head up out of the way, push your bust out."

I lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he 
clicked away taking several shots.

"That’s a shame."

"What’s wrong?"

"I’d hoped you’d get aroused when Les got down close to 
your crotch. Never mind, we’ll do the front crotch 
shot; maybe that will stir up some action. Ok you can 
get up now."

I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the 
chair.

"Right seeing as we’ve got that lovely big 
chesterfield, the best way to do this, is for you to 
pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat, dead centre 
of the settee. I’ll tuck a load of cushions behind your 
back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your 
legs as wide as you can. I don’t suppose you can get 
your legs to full splits?"

"Are you serious? The picture you just showed me wasn’t 
taken with her legs that wide."

"I know, I complained to the agency about her, she was 
supposed to be a genuine pro, but she was useless. 
Anyway, let’s get you in position."

He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as 
I sat my bottom right to the front of the centre, he 
placed cushions behind my back, until I could lie 
backwards fully supported. My legs were still dangling 
on the floor in front of me.

"Ok Sandi; now let’s see just how wide you can get your 
legs."

I spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about 
four feet apart.

"Is that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least 
lift them up higher."

I didn’t answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor, 
and tried to hold them at about a foot high.

"Hang on; let your feet down a minute."

As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across 
the room, took hold of a dining room chair. He brought 
it across, and placed it at one end of the settee, 
facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he turned, 
and fetched a second chair which he placed the other 
end, in a mirror image position.

"Ok girl, let’s have your left foot."

As he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and 
helping me to spread my leg, and resting it up on the 
seat of the chair.

"Ok next one."

He now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the 
other chair, thus spreading my feet at least six feet 
apart, and stretching my crotch fully open.

"There, that’s more like it. What do you think Les?"

"Is this really necessary? It’s so embarrassing."

"Well I don’t know if it’s necessary or not, but she 
looks fucking amazing with her pussy spread open like 
that. She’s given me a fucking hard."

"Well it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is 
necessary. I hope we’re not going to get you being all 
prudish at every new pose I put you in? If this is what 
this session is going to be like, maybe we should give 
up now?"

"No please. I’ll do it."

"Ok I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I 
need your nipples to be pushing the costume. I’ll let 
Les kneel down and get a close look at your crotch, 
maybe that will excite you."

I didn’t reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the 
floor, his face inches away from my crotch, instead of 
it exciting me, I was feeling scared, and thought I’d 
pee myself.

"Hey Ted, I can smell her cunt."

"No need for that kind of language. Ok Les, I think you 
might as well get up now, its not having the desired 
effect. I’ll get some crotch shots, then we’ll have to 
try another method to excite her."

Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe 
six pictures, all very close-up.

"Are you very nervous?"

"Y yes."

"What is it, having your legs open?"

"Yes, it’s so embarrassing."

"Come on then, we’ll try another way."

As he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor. 
He then helped me to my feet, pushed the cushions along 
the settee, and sat himself down in the middle. He was 
still holding my hand, and he pulled me back to sit on 
his knee.

"Ok, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt 
you. But I need you excited, aroused, or what ever you 
want to call it. We can kiss, I can stroke your legs, I 
can stroke or suck on your nipples, it’s your choice. 
But one way or another, I want your nipples to be 
standing proud. So let’s be grownup about this, you’re 
not a little girl, you know what turns you on."

"I guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the 
costume, it will do what you want."

"Good girl. Like this."

He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking 
across first one breast then the other. I’d expected my 
nipples to perk-up instantly, but although it was 
sending shock waves down my navel, my nipples remained 
soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and was 
gently squeezing on my nipples.

"Oh god! Ah ooh."

This made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves 
got intense, but my nipples remained soft. He continued 
for at least five minutes, but although I was boiling 
up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to cooperate.

"Well my dear, looks like we need to go one step 
further. Would you like me to start sucking on your 
nipples through the costume, or if not I can get Les to 
stroke your legs?"

I didn’t want him sucking my nipples, but I wasn’t sure 
exactly what Les stroking my legs meant.

"Where exactly do you want him to Stroke?"

"Just part them slightly, and let him stroke you around 
stocking top height."

"If I let you do this, you promise he won’t just grab 
me in between my legs?"

"Come-on Sandi, don’t be silly. We’re here to get some 
pictures, the sooner we can get you worked up; the 
sooner we’ll get this job done. But just for you. Ok 
Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her worked up, 
and I’ll keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs, 
but only on the flesh that her costume doesn’t cover, 
no going inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are 
you happy to go for it?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Come-on lets get you more comfortable."

He sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around 
laying me back along the settee. Then he kneeled 
alongside my upper body, and started back on my 
breasts. I was about to question this new position that 
they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words, 
by gently placing a single finger on my lips, and 
whispering.

"Ah. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we 
can get back to taking pictures."

He then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at 
the same time, I felt Les putting one of his hands on 
the inside of my knee. I opened my legs to let him 
stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he pulled my leg 
towards himself, and off the edge of the settee, 
letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs 
wider than I’d anticipated, but although I didn’t like 
how far this was going, I made no objection. Now with 
Ted using two hands to work both my breasts, and Les 
stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever 
higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a 
climax.

Then as Les’s hand reached the top of my leg, he used 
his free hand to lift my left leg from the settee 
cushion, up onto the top of the settee back, spreading 
me wide. The fear was now so intense I once again was 
worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his 
finger to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was 
on my flesh to the side of my mound of public hair. He 
slowly drew it down, following the outside edge of the 
gusset. The gusset material tapered from covering up my 
mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in 
the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched 
wide apart, as his finger traced the edge of the 
costume, it rubbed the outer lip of my pussy. Then as 
he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror 
suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave 
an instinctive jerk up and forwards, this forced his 
fingers inside my costume, and it entered my pussy.

I gasped, "Oh god!"

He immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up 
towards Ted.

"Look at that, that’s what I call wet. Looks like my 
ends ready. How are her nipples coming along?"

"That’s it; looks like you’ve found the magic button. 
These things are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, let’s get the 
picture."

With that he was lifting me with an arm around the back 
of my shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the 
settee, pushing the cushions to support my back. I was 
sat in a reclining position, with both feet planted on 
the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just let him 
manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed 
only semi-conscious.

"Ok lean forwards, and push your tits out. What’s 
wrong? Are you ok? Do you want a drink or something?"

"I I’m alright, just give me a minute."

"Well ok, but I need to get the shot before your 
nipples go soft again."

The last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this 
last episode, so I mustered all my resolve, and leaned 
myself forward, and tried my best to push my breasts 
out.

"Is that ok?"

"That's a good girl, just hold that a second."

With that he started snapping away with his camera.

Ok Sandi, up you get, and I’ll take the back shot as 
you walk back to the screen. Now you know what's 
involved, maybe we can get a move-on, and they'll soon 
be done."

I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I 
heard Ted snapping away, as I walked the few paces to 
the screen. I was soon changed, and walking back out. 
As I did, Ted was down at floor level taking the front 
full length shots. I walked across to the chair, 
placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the 
floor. I bent forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor 
level as before.

"Ok Sandi, we’re on a roll now, but your nipples have 
eased off a bit, so we’ll do the front facing gusset 
shot next. Just get on the edge of the settee, and get 
your legs up onto the chairs again."

I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay 
back, lifting my feet onto the chairs that were still 
positioned either side. In came Ted, camera clicking 
away, his lens almost touching my pussy. Then as he 
backed away, I was just about to drop my legs.

"No, don’t move yet. I’ll just get Les to work the 
magic spot first."

Before I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in 
between my thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger 
was running along first one, then the other of my 
bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy wild, and like 
last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my hole 
I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push, 
and the amount I moved was only very small. But Les 
used this as an excuse to push his finger into the side 
of the gusset, and up my hole at least an inch.

"Oh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume."

I said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and 
trying to pull it from my gusset.

"It isn’t me. I’m only stroking you; it's you pushing 
yourself onto me."

He had got his finger pulled out by now, and Ted 
brushed my concerns away with a simple.

"Come-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. He’s 
got your nipples perked up, so you can put your legs 
down, and give them tits a good push forwards for me."

It was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted 
was to get on with the photos. I dropped my legs, and 
pushed forwards again. 

Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I 
asked.

"Does he have to get his fingers in so close to me? 
That’s twice he’s had his fingers inside my costume."

"I’m sorry luv, but it’s the only way we’ve found to 
get your nipples worked up, rubbing your breasts didn’t 
work."

I was now changing into the next costume, but I wasn’t 
looking forward to Les with his wandering finger.

"Can't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the 
costume again? Now they’ve already been worked up, 
maybe it might work now?"

"Ok when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try, 
but if it doesn’t start responding quickly, I’m not 
wasting time, we'll have to go with the spot we know 
works. Is that a deal?"

"Yes I guess so."

In what seemed like no time at all, we’d done the first 
two poses, and I was again sitting on the edge of the 
settee, and lifting my legs for the close-up front 
gusset shot. This was soon accomplished, about six 
quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost 
touching my crotch. Once again, I was about to lower my 
feet to the floor, but Ted stopped me.

"No keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them, 
and reach up to stroke your nipples. That way if they 
don’t respond, you’re in position for him to work on 
your pussy."

Like last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but 
now leaning up my body, and his fingers rubbed around 
my nipples. He rubbed for about thirty seconds.

"No reaction here."

"Well Sandi. There’s one more thing we can try if you 
don’t want him stroking your crotch."

"What’s that?"

"He can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet 
feeling will excite you?"

"Yes. I’ll try that. I’d rather have him sucking my 
nipples, than his finger inside my gusset."

"Ok just pull the shoulder straps down."

"Shoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling 
down?"

"Of-course. We’re getting your nipples worked up so I 
can photograph the costume. It would look silly if it 
had two big wet patches where your nipples are."

"Oh god, I never thought you’d want my top uncovered."

"Well like I said, I’m not prepared to muck about, are 
you getting your tits out, or shall I get Les to start 
back on your pussy?"

I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled 
the costume down, exposing my breasts.

"Oh yes, that looks good enough to eat."

"Well don’t just sit there looking at them, get stuck 
in and start tucking in."

Les didn’t need telling twice, he sucked first one then 
the other, rapidly changing sides, his hands were 
massaging my breasts as his mouth sucked, and now 
started nibbling. This was really getting me going, and 
I felt my pussy starting to pulse. I thought ‘my 
nipples must be hard by now’, but he was still nibbling 
from one to the other.

"P please. God please."

"What’s wrong?"

"S stop please."

"How are they coming along?"

Les took his mouth from my nipple.

"They’re like fucking acorns, and I’m fucking sure I 
can taste milk."

Then he immediately started sucking again.

"Come-on then Les, fairs fair. Help her to get the 
costume pulled back up."

Les removed his mouth again.

"Why? She isn’t in any position to stop me."

"Cos I say so. Don’t go and blow it. Just let me do 
this my way. Be patient."

Les moved away, and sat sulking on one of the chairs at 
the end of the settee. Ted put his camera down, and 
started to help me pull my costume back up.

"Come-on Sandi, lets help you get straightened up. Tell 
you what. It looks like we’re gona’ have to get you 
worked-up for every costume. We’ll be at this lot all 
day, and you’ll be a nervous wreck. I’ll do you a 
deal."

Even though I was only slowly coming back to my senses, 
I’d understood what he’d been saying.

"What kind of deal?"

"If you’ll model the three outfits you stole from my 
shop, then we’ll call that a day."

I processed the two alternatives through my head. The 
outfits I’d stolen were all skimpy, one of them not 
just skimpy, but what material was there, was see-
through. But on the other hand, it was only three. The 
costume rack must have had at least thirty hangers on 
it. I’d tried to put it out of my mind, but I’d 
noticed, some of the ones near the other end, were made 
of that thin stretchy material, and I could tell they 
were also very revealing. And if I was going to have 
Les alternating between fingering my pussy and sucking 
my tits for every costume, then I guess the three 
panty/bra sets would be the best option.

"Well Sandi, have you decided?"

"I’ll put one of the outfits on, providing I choose 
which one."

"But you stole three."

"Yes but you know how revealing they are, you selected 
them."

"That’s right, I did. But I think I want to see you in 
all of them."

"I’ll do two of them, but not the see-through one."

"Ok we have a deal. Go and get into one of them, and 
bring the other one back down with you."

I was helped to my feet, and wobbled my way out of the 
room; my legs were having a job to carry me. I put on 
the lacy set, and made my way back down carrying the 
silk ones in my hand.

"Oh yes! That is something! Come-on in here and let us 
get a good look."

"Look at her tummy, god I can’t wait to smother her in 
kisses."

"Steady-on Les. Don’t freak her. Come and sit down. And 
you might as well get that mask off now; these pictures 
won’t be for public display."

I sat myself down, and as I was taking off the mask, 
Ted put his hands behind my back, and I felt him loosen 
my bra.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I assumed you’d prefer Les sucking your nipples to 
stroking your pussy?"

"But surely you don’t need my bra right off?"

"Why not, we’ve seen your tits already?"

Well by now he had removed the bra in question, and 
thrown it across to one of the other chairs. Ted eased 
me back into a reclining position, as he said to Les.

"You sit at that end of the settee with your legs 
hanging over the end. Then lean back and work on her 
tits. That’ll leave me a clear view of her crotch."

He was now lifting my ankles onto the chairs, thus 
spreading me wide open. Les was now laid down on his 
side, facing me. His left arm was under my right arm 
and wrapped around my back. The other one, was over my 
left shoulder, and he pulled himself to me. His mouth 
was suckling on each nipple in turn, sending my body 
wild in seconds.

"That’s great, keep her going. I’m getting some super 
shots of her pussy as she writhes about."

Yes he was right, I was squirming around, my body was 
on fire. Before I knew what was happening, he was 
telling Les to stop.

"Oh yes. Her pussy’s pulsing open. You've definitely 
got her going now, leave her tits, and come and look at 
this."

Les was still laid on his side, but now he turned away 
from my face, and had his head above my tummy, looking 
down at my crotch. He reached one of his hands down, 
and placed a single finger end into the valley at the 
top of my legs. As I felt it make contact, I let out a 
gasp.

"Oh ah!"

But worse than that, I lifted my hips.

"You like that. Don’t you?"

"No please."

"But you said I could stroke you anywhere, so long as I 
don’t go into the costume?"

"P Please. I I’m b begging you."

His finger end was once again stroking my pussy lips, 
and I had no way of controlling my instinctive 
reactions.

"Begging eh? But begging what? I think she’s asking me 
to work her pussy."

With that he pushed his fingers into my eager pussy, 
and gave me a quick frigging. I didn’t speak; I put my 
hands down onto the back of his head to push him away. 
But all I succeeded in doing was to push his face into 
my pussy as I heaved my hips up high. Well even though 
I would have said stop if I could have got my words 
out, my body was so in need of sex, and it didn’t 
appear to matter who with.

"That’s good, start working her clit."

Les must now be using both hands, as I could feel my 
gusset was being pulled to one side, and my clit was 
being stroked, sending me even more crazy. Then as I 
once again heaved myself high, I felt his wet tongue, 
as his mouth locked itself to my crotch. 

"If I stop Les working you up, and I’ll let you get up 
from that embarrassing position. Will you do something 
for me?"

"W What?"

While this talking was going on, Les hadn’t stopped; I 
was now heaving my hips in an uncontrolled manner, and 
I couldn’t stop myself. Les was sucking at my clit, his 
tongue manipulating it to perfection. His fingers were 
working away up inside my pussy, and I hadn’t got the 
will to fight him.

"Will you hold his dick for him?"

"Oh My God no! Are you serious?"

"Ok, it’s up to you. I just thought that maybe you’d 
rather hold his dick, instead of him fucking you. Cos 
the way you’re humping, we both know you’ll soon be too 
far gone to stop him."

"Please, tell him to stop for just a minute, I can’t 
think straight."

"Ok Les. Just give her a minute. While she’s thinking, 
we can try the last pair of panties on."

Les stopped, and climbed off the settee. I lay there 
legs still wide open, and still heaving my hips. Ted 
took hold of an ankle and lowered it to the floor. Les 
copied him lowering the other one. They brought my legs 
together, and I thought they were about to help me to 
my feet. I was about to ask for another minute, I 
didn’t think I could stand up yet. 

Then as Ted leaned towards me, his hands went under my 
back at waist height, and he lifted my weight from the 
settee.

"Slip her knickers off."

"W what are you doing?"

"We’re just changing the panties."

"No please."

"Don’t be silly. You’re in no state to get up yet. 
Anyway your legs are closed, so we can’t even see as 
much as we could before."

Well by now, the knickers had gone, but instead of 
putting the next pair on, I was lowered back down.

"What about the next pair of panties?"

"Don’t worry about them yet, let’s just get you sat up. 
You can keep your knees together if you’re worried."

They helped me to sit up, moving the cushions out of 
the way. I held my knees tight-together like a little 
girl waiting in the queue for the school doctor to give 
her the first puberty check-up.

"We can put these last panties on, but the gusset is so 
narrow, it'll just move to one side as soon as we start 
playing with your pussy, like the last ones did. Ok 
Sandi; have you made your mind up? Are we going to take 
some pictures of this last pair of panties, or will you 
hold his dick?"

"I I don’t know."

"It’s time to choose little girl. Come-on it’s not much 
to ask, you said you wanted to make it up to Les."

I considered my options, and thought holding his dick 
is gona be less dangerous than getting them skimpy 
knickers on, and les working on my pussy again.

"Ok, I’ll hold his dick. But I want the panties to put 
on."

"Don’t be awkward Sandra. Just keep your legs tight 
together. Now do we have a deal?"

"Ok. Tell him to get it out."

"Don’t be silly, we need to do this properly."

"What do you mean?"

"Ok Les, stand up. And you Sandi, I want you to strip 
him naked."

"Oh no. You only said I had to hold him."

"Don’t argue, just get him naked, and it'll soon be 
over for you. But start playing awkward and I could 
start getting nasty."

His tone of voice carried a threat, and I didn’t think 
I ought to find out what he meant by ‘getting nasty’. I 
got to my feet, but as my legs were still wobbly, I 
only managed this with his helping hands on my naked 
waist. Then stood naked in front of Les, I started 
unbuttoning his shirt. He’d removed his own shoes and 
socks, and soon I was removing the last item of his 
clothes. My fingers were in the waist-band of his 
underpants, and as I slid them down his big dick was 
stood there to attention.

"Good girl. Ok now me."

"I only agreed to hold Les."

"Ok. So Les won’t report you to the police. But I don’t 
see why I shouldn’t."

"But we only agreed, I’d hold Les. You never said 
anything about holding you."

"Well I have now, so either get me stripped off, or I’m 
out of here, and you’re in deep shit."

What choice had I? I turned to Ted, and started to 
strip him. All the time, I had Les’s hands stroking all 
around my body. By the time Ted was naked, my pussy was 
throbbing. This was as much a reaction to me stripping 
two strangers, as it was to Les stroking my breasts and 
inner thigh.

Come-on Les, we’ll sit down, and Sandi my love, you can 
get on your knees on the floor. They both sat on the 
settee, and I got onto my knees. Although getting on my 
knees could be considered demeaning, at least my body, 
or more important, my pussy was out of their reach. Les 
parted his legs slightly, and his big hard dick was 
standing up. I took hold, and was about to reach over 
to Ted.

"Its ok Sandi, I can wait my turn. You just concentrate 
on one dick at a time."

I was holding it, and cupping his balls with the other 
hand.

"Come-on Sandi, I’m sure you can do better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you aren’t gona’ milk his spunk just sitting 
there nursing it."

"But that’s what I agreed to. I said I’d hold it."

"Don’t be so naive, you knew I meant you had to wank 
him."

But in truth, I stupidly didn’t, I thought he’d meant 
just hold it.

"I I thought you only wanted it holding, honest."

"Well now you know different, so come-on. Lets see you 
get his spunk rising."

"But I never agreed to."

He cut me short.

"So you’d rather we go and call the police, or maybe 
just develop some of the pictures we’ve already taken, 
and post them to your husband?"

"No please."

"Well get on with it then. Come on, try licking it."

I reluctantly put my mouth down, and ran my tongue 
across the top of it. It shook its head, as it 
stiffened even harder. I’d been licking around the end 
for only a few seconds.

"Sandra my dear, are you trying to get me annoyed?"

"No. I’m licking him like you told me to."

"Don’t play the school girl. Get yourself down on that 
dick, and get him to spunk, otherwise you’ll regret 
it."

I opened my mouth, and put my lips over his bell-end. 
Then I felt his hands on the back of my head, and he 
forced me down onto his shaft. Next second he was 
holding me either side of my head, lifting me up and 
down, easing it in and out. I saw Ted to one side of 
me, and he was clicking away taking pictures. After a 
minute or two, he disappeared from view, and I felt his 
hands on my nipples. As his hands cupped my pendant 
breasts, his mouth sucked one of my nipples. Les rammed 
me onto is dick, forcing it into my throat.

"Fucking hell! She’s fucking swallowing my dick. Oh 
fucking yes! She’s fucking hot."

Then as my hips started jerking, with a thrusting 
action. I felt what must have been Ted’s fingers 
rubbing my clit. This only made me thrust all the 
harder, and his fingers found my pussy. So I was deep 
throating Les, while Ted sucked from nipple to nipple, 
and he now had two fingers ramming my pussy. Then Les 
jerked his spunk into my throat, pumping once, twice. 
In all I counted eight deliveries. Then his jerking 
stopped, and he lifted my head from his shaft.

Ted now got back to the settee, and beckoned me to him. 
I obediently took my mouth to his dick, and pushed 
myself onto his shaft. Now it was Ted ramming my head 
up and down, but before many seconds, Les had got his 
hands on my hips! I feared the worst, and as his feet 
edged my kneeling legs apart, I got ready to take his 
dick. But to my surprise, I felt his tongue, lapping 
around my bottom, and into my pussy. My body reacted by 
ramming back onto him. We were in this position for a 
few minutes, before I felt the telltale signs of my 
impending orgasm. As I felt Ted shooting his cum into 
my throat, my pussy erupted like a volcano, squirting 
sticky cum into Les’s face. I’ve never squirted in my 
life before, and this orgasm left me on my back, 
writhing about on the floor, legs wide open. This went 
on for some minutes, with my two instigators looking 
on, Ted also snapping away with his camera.

"Well my dear. You’ve certainly come out of your shell 
now." Said Ted when I eventually calmed down.

"Come on let me help you up."

Ted helped me to get myself to the settee and sit down, 
still of-course naked.

"Do you feel ok?"

"Yes. I just feel so embarrassed."

"I don’t know why. Your performance was exceptional."

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Course you can. If I was you, I’d nip up and have a 
quick shower, while Les and I put this gear away.

I did as he’d suggested, and now I was walking back 
downstairs, showered and fully dressed.

"Ah here she is, our little super star. How’s that feel 
now?"

"Better thanks."

"Why? Didn’t you enjoy that little session?"

What can you say to that? They’d got me so hot, I’d 
orgasmed like never before, but I could hardly tell 
them that.

"It was alright."

"ALRIGHT! Jesus girl, if that was just alright, I’d 
love to be involved with you when you have a good time. 
Now come-on Sandi, tell the truth. Surely coming like 
that isn’t an every day occurrence?"

"Well no. but."

"But nothing. Tell the truth, you really enjoyed that, 
didn’t you?"

"Ok. I did, but I feel so ashamed now."

"Ashamed of what?"

"What I just let you two men do with me."

"But we all enjoyed it. You were outstanding. And 
nobody got hurt. So why feel ashamed?"

"I’m married, and three hours ago, I hadn’t even met 
either of you."

"Look Sandra, if you want to feel ashamed, think of 
what got you into this mess. You were the one who drove 
her car without any tax, MOT or insurance. Then you 
stole goods from my shop. Then you destroyed this mans 
lovely new car, it was less than six months old. A 
forty grand motor car! Now that is something you should 
feel ashamed about. But what you just did with us; was 
nothing, just harmless fun. As for being married, your 
husband never needs to know, so it won’t hurt him. But 
if you hadn’t given Les his blow job, then your husband 
would be really hurt, he’d be paying for the rest of 
his working days, to cover the cost of that car. So in 
my book, all you’re doing is trying to make things 
easier for your old man."

"I guess what you say is right, but I still feel like 
I’m cheating on him."

"Well let’s just assess your situation. You stole from 
me. Would you agree, it was about £350 worth of gear 
you stole?"

"Yes. About that."

"And we already know you’ve written-off Les’s car, and 
that’s at least forty grand."

"I know. But it’s done now, and I can’t undo it. All I 
can say is sorry."

"But that’s not true, you can do more than just say 
sorry. You’ve already shown Les you can do him little 
favours to make amends."

"Well yes, but I don’t want to do that again."

"Oh I see. One blow job, and you think the slate is 
wiped clean. He could get a high class pro to give him 
a blow job for £50, and you think that makes up for 
forty grand’s worth of damage?"

"What do you mean?"

"Surely you didn’t think Les would be satisfied with 
just a quick blow job? And that he’d walk away singing 
and dancing?"

"But that was what you asked me to do."

"Yes, and like I’ve already said, you did a good job. 
But you must know it will take more than that to settle 
this debt?"

"So you want me to do something else for Les?"

"Too right! And not just Les, I think you owe me more 
than a blow job."

I knew the next step was to let them fuck me, and in 
truth, his reasoning was right, I had only sucked their 
dicks. And although he reckoned this was only worth 
£50, to me, I felt like I’d earned the full forty grand 
already. 

"Ok. What do you want me to do to pay my dues?"

"Like I said to you before, you’re not a school girl. 
You know what we want."

"Ok, if I let you, then that’s it? My debt is paid?"

"You’re as bad as Les. A little patience would go along 
way. Why don’t you just take one step at a time?"

"What? Even if I let you fuck me, you’d want more?"

"Did I say that?"

"No but."

"But nothing. Lets just see how good you are in bed, 
then we’ll see if you’re all paid-up?"

"So if I do good, and please you both, you’ll be 
satisfied?"

"We’re getting nowhere again. It’s quite simple. Are 
you going to fuck or not?"

I turned around and walked to the door.

"I assume you want me in my bedroom?"

"Yes, you lead the way. Come-on Les, looks like the 
little lady’s ready to do the business."

So as I climbed the stairs, I had two strangers 
following me, and I knew I had to fuck both of them.

Now in the bedroom, I turned and saw Ted had swapped 
his camera with the big lens, and now had a large video 
camera, with a built-in frame that carried two big 
lights.

"Hey! Come-on! That’s not fair."

"What do you mean fair?"

"Look I’m letting you both go to bed with me. Please 
don’t film it as well."

"When will you grow up? You’re up here to be fucked, 
and the least you can do is let us have something to 
remember you by. Tomorrow, this will all just be a 
memory. Ships that passed in the night. But with this, 
we can re-live it. Now get yourself stripped off, Les 
is ready to go."

He was right; Les was stripped and lying back in the 
middle of my bed, a semi-hard dick in his hand.

As I started stripping, I felt the heat as the big 
flood lights shone on my back, and then as they got 
ever brighter, they lit-up the whole room. I did my 
best to ignore the watching eye of his camera, and I 
was soon stripped naked. I climbed onto the bed, and 
got my mouth onto Les’s dick. He reached to my hips, 
pulling me around to the sixty-nine position. In no 
time he was hard, and trusting at my windpipe. Whereas 
I was heaving my hips, which rubbed his tongue the full 
length of my slit.

"Come-on Sandi, get yourself onto my dick."

His hands were now manoeuvring me around, and I was 
soon astride his hips lowering myself onto him. I was 
dripping wet, and it just slid up effortlessly, until 
my crotch met his brush. I leaned forwards, and he took 
one of my nipples into his mouth. So here I was humping 
for all I was worth, with Ted filming every detail of 
the action. When Les spoke up.

"Ok. Hold up a minute."

I stopped my heaving.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you on your back."

So he wanted a change of position, no problem, I got 
up, and as he moved away, I lay back in the middle of 
the bed. He took hold of my ankles, spread them wide 
and Ted brought his camera in for a close-up. Then he 
lifted my ankles up towards my shoulders.

"Here, take hold of these. Keep them way up high."

I took hold, and he pushed his dick back up my pussy. 
Holding my legs like this, I was not able to do the 
fucking, and I’d expected him to get right back into a 
thrusting action.

But instead, after his slow push up my pussy, he pulled 
it back out. Then he was rubbing his bell-end up and 
down my slit. Caressing my clit at one end, then going 
down as far as my bottom at the other and circling it 
around my hole. This produced three separate hot spots, 
each one sent a different type of shudder through my 
body. But all three made my hips instinctively thrust 
upwards. He’d been doing this for some seconds now, and 
my thrusts were getting more violent, as though I was 
impatient to get his dick back inside me. Every time I 
thrust while he circled my clit, it sent the dick 
towards my pussy. Every time I thrust as he circled my 
pussy, it entered. So I guess it makes sense, that 
every time I thrust while he circled around my bottom, 
the end pushed its way inside.

Now as he’d been instantly pulling it back out, I had 
just accepted this as an arousal technique. And in 
truth, the invasion of my bottom was arousing me as 
much as either of the other two areas. So as my thrust 
got more violent, his penetrations got deeper. Then on 
one of his penetrations into my bottom, instead of 
pulling back out, he thrust deep. His wet dick slid 
right up, and he rammed hard and fast. I first 
instinctively let go of my legs, and was about to 
protest. But as he lay his weight down on top of me, 
and pumped hard and long, I just wrapped my arms around 
him, and let him take his pleasure. He had only been 
fucking my arse for about a minute, when he again 
stopped.

"Ok girl, up you get."

He’d pulled out, and sat himself up towards the edge of 
the bed. I got up, and he lay back down, on his back 
where I’d been lying. I started to get down to mount 
him again, but he took hold of my hips, and started to 
manoeuvre me around.

"Not that way. I want you facing upwards. That’s it; 
now lower yourself back down onto my dick. No no. Up 
your arse. That’s it. Oh yes! That feels fucking 
tight."

So here I was lowering my arse onto his dick, while Ted 
watched and filmed in close-up detail every move I 
made.

Now I was fully impaled onto his shaft, Ted moved to 
the side of the bed, put his camera onto a tripod, and 
after messing with its position, he started stripping 
off. Les wasn’t fucking me, he just held me still, dick 
stuck up my bottom. Ted approached the bed, climbed up, 
and pushed his dick at my pussy. After a couple of 
false attempts, the end found my tunnel, and up he 
went. Then they both began pumping their dicks. They 
were going at different speeds, so sometimes they’d be 
going up at the same time, and then they'd be out of 
phase. One pushing in, as the other was pulling out. 
I’d never had a double fucking before, but this has got 
to be the experience to surpass all others.

My orgasm was wonderful, and they both shot their spunk 
up the hole they were in. But as soon as I’d started to 
calm down, they were positioning me for another fuck, 
this time swapping ends, and with me facing downwards. 
This also ended with all three of us climaxing within 
seconds of each other. But this time, as I lay there 
still in the afterglow writhing about, Ted was in there 
with his camera, filming my every move. 

"Here hold this."

Les passed me a small picture frame. I took it without 
thinking; my mind was still floating in the clouds. 
Then I could feel he was running his finger up the 
valley of my open crotch, and he brought it up and ran 
it across the picture in the frame I was holding. He 
repeated this action several times. Then he left me 
alone, lying there, picture frame lying across my 
navel. Gradually I came back to my senses, and as I sat 
myself up, I was conscious of the picture frame. To my 
horror it was the one from my dressing table, my 
wedding photo! Me in my white gown, Harry stood at my 
side in his posh suit. Les had run long streaks of 
spunk and other bodily fluids all over the picture of 
me. And of-course, Ted had been filming the whole 
thing. In an instant, I hated them both.

"Fuck-off you bastards! Go on! Fuck-off out of my 
house! You’ve had what you wanted. Now just go and 
leave me alone. Sob sob sob."

I threw my face into my hands, and burst into tears.

"Wow. She’s got a temper. Do you think we did something 
to upset her?"

"Well all I can think of, is that we stopped fucking 
her. She certainly seemed happy enough while we were 
spit roasting her. Maybe we’d better get her back onto 
our dicks."

I felt someone’s hands touch my hip, and I turn 
violently around, and lashed out with my fist.

"Leave me alone you bastard!"

But as my fist neared Les, as it had been his hand 
touching me. He just caught my wrist, and lifted me up 
towards his chest. His other arm going under my other 
armpit, and he pulled my body up forcing my tit into 
his face. He held me there, while I kicked, struggled, 
and screamed at him.

"What about your neighbours my dear? If they start 
showing an interest, I’ll have to go down and show them 
this video I’ve just taken."

I stopped screaming, and as I now realised my fighting 
was pointless, I also lay limp in his arms.

"Ok Sandi, have you stopped being silly?"

I didn’t reply, but the look I gave Ted, he knew they'd 
beaten me.

"Sniff."

"Ok Les, put her down now."

Les lowered me back onto the bed, and I lay there 
curled up, still sniffing.

"Come-on it’s not that bad, you like being fucked."

"Please don’t."

"Don’t what?"

"It’s bad enough you making me do these things, but why 
do you have to humiliate me when I’ve done what you 
wanted?"

"It’s for your own good."

"And how the fuck do you make that out?"

"Well I’d hope by now, that you’d be intelligent enough 
to have learnt, that when we ask you to do something, 
that you'd do it instantly without question. Because 
one way or another what ever we ask you to do, we’ll 
make sure it happens. So be a good girl, and if I say 
jump, all you ask is how high. Got it?"

Now I hated to submit, but I knew he was right, this 
was the easiest way for me. 

"Yes Ted."

"Ok. Now you know your position in life, we’ll take you 
out, and let you prove yourself."

"What do you mean? Out where? To do what?"

"That’s ok; you can ask what, and where, so long as you 
don’t ask why. Well what I have in mind, is taking you 
out to the slip road by the motorway. There’s always 
trucks parked up there, day or night. I want you to try 
selling yourself to a truck driver, just a nominal £20 
for a fuck will do."

"Oh God no! Please don’t make me!"

"Do you realise just how deep the shit is around you? 
Your in trouble with the police, you and or your 
husband could go to jail for the amount of debt your 
in. And then there is the pictures and video that I’ve 
got of you. I could show them your family, or sell them 
on the internet. Do you really want to piss-me-off?"

"Ok I’ll do it."

"I thought you would."

Just then I heard the front door.

"Who the fucks that?"

"I don’t know. Hey you Sandi, come-on. Get that fucking 
arse of yours over here and see if its one of your 
neighbours you’ve woke-up with your fucking screaming."

I knew the neighbours both sides were out at work, but 
I went to the window, and looked down to the front 
door. Being a bay window, I could easily see who was at 
the door.

"Oh. It’s the postman. He left his pen hear when he 
delivered a parcel. I bet he’s come to collect it."

"Ok. He’ll do," said Ted.

"He’ll do what?" I asked.

"I’ll answer the door; you get cleaned up as quickly as 
you can. Then get dressed, and I want you downstairs as 
soon as possible. You can fuck the postman instead, 
that’ll save us going out, and I’ll be able to video 
it."

With that they were gone, and I heard the front door 
open. There was some conversation, between Les the 
postman and Ted, but I couldn’t make out what was said. 
I heard the door shut, and could still hear their 
voices coming from my back room down stairs.

Well by now I was cleaned up in a rough and ready way, 
and re-dressed. So I guessed I’d better go down and 
fuck the postman. I could see no other alternative.

"Are, there you are my dear. I was just telling our 
postman here, about what you were just telling me and 
your brother."

I hadn’t any idea what he was going on about, so I 
played along as best I could.

"Oh yes, and what does he think?"

"Well he hasn’t said, but I get the feeling he thinks 
you’re a bit of a slut."

"Err. Hang-on sir. I never said that."

"No but you must admit. That when I told you my wife 
has been having wet dreams about you. And that she’d 
asked me if I’d let her fuck you for her anniversary 
present, you did look shocked."

"Well yes sir. You’re right; it did take me aback a 
bit. But I never said she was a slut."

"That’s as maybe; he’s agreed to fuck you. And I’ve 
agreed to let him, providing I can film it. I don’t 
think he was to keen to start with, but the thought of 
your sweet little pussy won him over. So my dear. I’ll 
take some still shot, your brother can shoot the video. 
So when you’re ready."

"How do you want me to do it?"

"It's you that wants the postman to fuck you. You tell 
him how you want it done. Oh it's ok, don’t be shy, 
I’ve already told him you like being fucked up the 
bum."

So I had to engineer my own fucking!

"Well maybe he could deliver the parcel again, and I 
could ask him to carry it in for me? Then maybe he 
could force me onto the settee?"

"Sorry. I couldn’t let anyone film me doing anything 
like that. Someone might think I was raping you."

"Ok. Well if you carry the parcel in, and I start 
rubbing your dick through your trousers as you’re 
walking? Then you could get me on the settee?"

"That sounds ok. I’ll do that with you."

"That’s settled then, my horny wife is going to molest 
the postman, and then he'll make his delivery up her 
pussy."

Well everything was prepared, the postman took his 
parcel back outside, and Les and Ted had their camera’s 
in hand. The door bell rang, and I walked down the hall 
to answer it. As I opened the door, the post man handed 
me the parcel.

"Oh, that looks heavy. Could you be a darling, and 
carry it through for me?"

"Of-course my dear."

In he came, carrying the parcel. As he passed me and 
was making his way along the hall; I pressed myself up 
close behind him. Then I wrapped both hands around his 
waist, and took hold of his dick and balls. Well from 
now on I don’t think he was acting!

His dick stiffened in my hand, and as soon as we 
entered the back room, he slung the parcel into on of 
the arm chairs. Then quick as a flash, span around, and 
took hold of me. In seconds he’d pushed me back onto my 
settee, and his hands were up under my skirt, pulling 
my panties down. A quick fumble with his belt and 
zipper, and he was ramming his dick up my pussy. This 
was no loving embrace, and there was no time for any 
kind of fore-play. Indeed, if I hadn’t just been 
fucked, and still had a wet pussy, he’d have torn my 
insides out! His total fuck lasted no more than three 
minutes, and it did absolutely nothing for me. But he 
shot his spunk up my pussy, and collapsed in a sweaty 
heap pinning me to the settee.

"Bravo! Well my man, what did you think of her?"

The post man picked himself up, and sat on one of the 
dining chairs that were still near the end of the 
settee.

"She's fucking awesome. I’ve had dreams about fucking 
her for weeks."

"So now your dream has come true. How would you like to 
join us in a three-some?"

"Three-some? What do you mean?"

"Well I guess it’s actually four. But there will be 
three of us fucking her at the same time."

"Jesus! Are you serious? You mean fucking her arse, 
pussy and throat, all at once?"

"You’ve got it. Are you game?"

"Well what about your wife? Will she go for that?"

"I let her have you as her anniversary present. So this 
will be mine. You don’t mind do you my dear?"

I knew I had no choice, so I kept up the pretence.

"What ever you want my stud."

"See I told you. She's a real whore. If I told her to 
fuck the dog, she’d just get on the floor, but if I’d 
asked her to wash the dishes, she’d make any excuse. 
But I wouldn’t swap her."

"Ok let’s go up to the bedroom, we can be more 
comfortable there."

With that we all trooped up the stairs, and once in the 
bedroom, we started stripping. I can’t go into detail 
about this session, as within second of them starting 
on me, I’d just let my inhibitions go. They fucked me 
in every position, in every hole, and shot spunk 
everywhere. We were up there an hour and a half, and 
even then it was only the postman worrying about 
getting his van back to the depot, that brought the 
session to an end. 

Once he’d gone, Les and Ted put all their gear in there 
car, and with a brief. "Well my dear, that was very 
nice for a first meeting. I’ll give you a call 
tomorrow, and we can arrange another time."

Before I had time to reply, they were walking to their 
car, and were gone. Well all I could do was get myself 
and the house cleaned-up, then rush around to my moms 
to collect baby before my husband arrived back from 
work.

My husband was none the wiser about the day’s events, 
and now lying here in bed, all I had to worry about was 
Ted’s phone call tomorrow. Well I guess that’s another 
story.

END

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