“Does he know?” I shot at the young man immediately. He’d been smirking at me all afternoon. There was no point dancing around this. “Have you told Timmy about having sex with me or not?” I demanded. I’d been agonising over this, trying to read into Timmy’s looks at me. He seemed his usual friendly self, though a little reserved as he had been with me for the past year. I’d always thought it was about me bringing a baby home. Maybe it was about me having been gangbanged by his soccer mates in a tent. “No, he has no idea,” Jaxon said flatly. “I haven’t told him and the others won’t dare otherwise I’ll have to have words with them.” I blushed. “Oh, so you’re the keeper of my dirty little secret, are you? You’re protecting me from the shame of it getting out?” The guy grinned and shrugged rather casually. “Looks like it, doesn’t it?” I rolled my eyes and turned away. He grabbed my butt and I slapped his hand away but got chased into the house giggling like a school girl. “So what do I get for being your knight in shining armour?” the guy asked and kissed my closed mouth. I turned my head away. He had me pinned against a wall, he was so strong. He tried to put my wrists together but as soon as he gripped with one hand and tried to grope with the other I broke away and squirmed from his grasp. I’m pretty strong too. I grabbed my child from his playpen and held him to me. The young guy stopped and shot a crooked smile at me. “That’s not fair!” I glared defiantly and kissed my baby’s soft little head. “This is what happens when this sort of thing gets out of hand Jaxon. The woman ends up pregnant.” The guy’s eyes narrowed and his cheeks went pink. “Is the kid mine?” I blushed. “Oh my god no! Definitely not. I had a period after you boys had sex with me. I’m just saying you could easily have gotten me pregnant and the same goes for the girls at college. You have to be careful and use protection with them at least.” Jaxon smiled. “Yeah but not with you, right? You know when it’s safe or not. I remember you saying back then and like you said, you got your period.” “Hmm, it’s still not a game though,” I said and took my child to the nursery to put him down for the night. Jaxon followed and watched curiously, asking me all about taking care of a baby. He’d probably make a good dad one day actually, I thought. He grabbed me again as soon as we were out of the room. He pulled me to him from behind and felt my tits. I drew a big breath and let him. “Fuck yeah these are huge now,” he groaned into my hair. I rolled my eyes at myself for weakening like this so easily.
Was I really just going to let this happen? Who on earth was I? What have I become? “This will do right here,” Damon said to my uncle. “I’m going first, man. I’ll take her downstairs.” Damon was holding my hand. I only came up to his huge shoulder. I had my face pressed against his bicep, a barbed wire tattoo around it. I was peering at Uncle Curt, chewing my lip. It seemed he’d be going after Damon. “I’ll just wait up here, buddy.” He chuckled. “Don’t stretch her out too much, hey?” “Na, man, she closes up tight nice and quick. Give her ten minutes after I’m done with her and you’ll be right.” “Yeah good, just leave her on the bed for me,” the man said while holding my gaze back over my shoulder. I was being led down the stairs, my heart thumping and my pussy tingling. My mind was pretty numb though. I was going to do whatever these men wanted. Damon lifted me effortlessly at the bottom of the stairs and carried me to the bedroom. It was beautiful stained timber, the bed large and firm as I was placed on it. I lay back with my head short of the pillows and my legs bent up and swayed together. Damon pushed down his board shorts,
I looked across the table at my new girlfriend Jean. She had just asked the question everyone wanted to ask me but most are too polite to go there. I liked up-front people who spoke their mind or asked straight-forward questions. “I quite enjoyed it actually. It was great sex and good money when we really needed it. I don’t regret it at all, Jean.” Jean smiled, nodded slowly, shrugged and grimaced a little. “Some of those guys looked really huge.” I couldn’t help a bit of a blush. “Um… yes, I guess some of them were.” “And how was that to experience? I’m so curious, having never been with a well-hung guy ever.” “It was a little painful at times, when the director would ask for one of them to take me forcefully. Otherwise, as long as the guy goes slow and lets you adjust to his size, it’s wonderful. I would recommend it,” I dared with a smile. My girlfriend rolled her eyes. “Robert would have a fit. There’s no way he’d be as open-minded as your husband must have been.” That statement was a searching one. People were generally as curious about my husband allowing me to act in an adult movie as they were of me agreeing to do it. Of course this was all several years ago now. I’d done six films over a nine-month period and decided that was enough. My husband had asked me not to do the last one, as he’d had enough watching these other men with me by then. “Harry was great about it. He was keen for me to do it in the first place and supportive throughout.” I sipped my tea and raised my eyebrows. “It used to turn him on as a matter of fact. He would comment that porn is exciting to watch as it is, and the thrill is super-charged when it’s your own wife on the screen.” “Oh my. Didn’t he get jealous?” “Um, yes, in the end he did. I think there was a bit of that in the way he felt from the start but he was overwhelmed by the excitement. Then when the excitement started to fade, the rest of it rose up and it all became a negative for him.” My girlfriend was deep in thought as she seemed to take that in and weigh it up. She frowned questioningly at me again. “So that makes sense about your husband, but what about you Charlotte, you said you did one more film after he wanted you to stop. Did you not want to stop?” I had another sip of tea. I’d thought about this a lot but not in the past year or so, not since Harry and I moved on from even talking about it anymore. “I think, to be fair, it was easier for me than for Harry. I mean the guys were hot and confident and the sex was fantastic. There was no emotional investment at all, from any of us. It was pure sex with cameras all around. I could have kept doing it for longer. I’m not sure if I would have gotten tired of it eventually, or jaded perhaps and unable to rise to put on a performance. “I don’t regret doing it and I don’t regret stopping when we did. That and a job Harry got out of it with the producer solved some financial issues for us. And now Harry’s gotten back on his feet and opened his own real estate business again. No, I wouldn’t change a thing in hindsight.” My new girlfriend smiled and changed the subject. It was good to have had to think it through again and it helped to more or less confirm my conclusions from back then. I still masturbated to the flashbacks from time to time but it had been well over a year since Harry and I had moved on as a couple from the experience. I wondered if Harry ever experienced flashbacks and got excited by them. Perhaps he did, and perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable sharing them with me anymore. Or were his memories of me performing in those films completely negative now and nightmares rather than nice dreams? That question stuck with me as I shopped that afternoon and it was still on my mind that night when Harry and I were watching TV together. “So Jean asked about my films today,” I said casually, wanting to test the water in regard to seeing where Harry was up to with the whole thing now. He kissed the top of my head. “So, she’s watched some of them?” “Yes, Gail mentioned it a few weeks ago when we were having lunch and Jean went ahead and searched me online. It sounds like she might have subscribed to John Cox’s site.” “Ah okay, I guess that’s going to keep happening every now and then, someone popping up who has seen some of your films. Do you think her husband’s seen them too? What was his name again?” “Robert, and no, she said she would never show anyone. Definitely not her husband haha.” Harry chuckled and kissed the top of my head again. “You were good in those films baby. Nothing to be embarrassed about, that’s for sure.” I smiled without looking up. “I don’t know how good my acting was, but I’m not embarrassed to be on screen like that. I still have fond memories.” “Yeah? I guess I do too, now that it’s all so long ago. I only remember the positives. It was hard to watch sometimes but I can’t really remember that feeling very well.” “Oh yeah, you can’t remember?” I asked, looking up now. “You said it was gut-wrenching in the end. That was the word you used.” My husband nodded and took a breath. “Maybe at the time, but that feeling doesn’t last, while the hotness of the whole thing is still there.” “I see.” I rested my head back against my husband’s chest and stroked down to his stomach. “Do you ever look at the films yourself anymore Harry?” The front of his sleep shorts lifted a little. I heard him swallow hard and I smiled to myself again. “Do you?” I teased and touched the movement in his pants, feeling the head of his cock and the resistance when I pressed against it.
I went about my job in the nursery to check on the newborn litters and nursing mothers, cleaning up and refreshing their straw. I kept getting looks from my young co-worker and had another opportunity to show him my boobs when he was helping me collect the piglets ready for their vaccinations. We had to use a hook to get them from hiding behind their mothers and catch them by the back leg and put them in a cart. Danny’s eyes were all over me. They were up my top and down my coveralls checking me out in panties. I had a piglet under my arm and another one in my hand. “Quick grab that one!” I said and turned for him to take the squirming one from beneath my arm. He put his hand beneath its belly to gently take hold, the way I’d taught him, and his hand more than grazed my boob, he seriously touched it. “Um, sorry!” he said quickly. His face turned bright red. “It’s okay. It didn’t bother me,” I told him, holding his eyes and too easily falling into the sexual funk that got me pregnant to a co-worker last time. “You don’t have to look away Danny. It’s too hot to wear much under these heavy coveralls and it’s only going to get hotter this summer. I find it flattering if you can’t help looking,” I said coyly and turned and walked away.
It was mid-afternoon when Rodney came into the bedroom and woke me from a long nap. He started telling me all about the book fair but I had zero interest and brushed him off to go and meet my cousin. I had psyched myself up talking with Tina that morning and strode with determination to the pool house and knocked on the glass door. I could see Luke in his kitchen. He turned and frowned at me but offered a smile when he opened the door. “Hi,” I started, my heart fluttering and my bravery melting away quickly. “Hey Julia.” “Hi Luke, can I come in?” He looked back over his shoulder. “Um.” I just waited, smiling. “Yeah sure,” my cousin said, his voice croaky. “It’s a bit messy.” “That’s okay,” I said and walked past and into the kitchen. The apartment was one open living area and a doorway to a bathroom. The bed was made and looked fresh. There were clothes bundled on the couch. I took a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter, which was clean looking though cluttered on one end with food boxes, packets and cans. Luke had followed me and stood wringing his hands in front. “Um…?” he said, shrugging and turning his hands up in question. I had a plan. I had decided on honest confrontation. I looked the guy in the eyes. “I wanted to say thank you to you, Luke. What you did.” I swallowed at the knot suddenly choking me up. “You saved Rodney’s life and risked your own life doing it.” My voice was faltering as I went on. “I want to thank you and say that I think you are a wonderful man.” Tears welled up and ran down my cheeks. “Hey, it’s okay.” My cousin reached and touched my arm. “Don’t cry.” I sniffled and threw myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on. I hugged him quietly. His hands touched my waist and gradually make their way around me. His chest lifted as he drew a big breath then his arms firmed around my body and he crushed me to him. My tears had ended as quickly as they began. The hands upon me were squeezing my sides hard, kneading me. I could feel my cousin’s heart pounding against my chest. He swallowed and drew another big breath. I waited, just holding him, beginning to stroke his neck with my thumb. He was holding me now. The impetus had changed and he had claimed it. His hands continued to feel me, to draw from me as I relaxed into him. His head was right there. I rubbed his cheek with my hair. He breathed again and I nuzzled for his chin. His head lowered and I rubbed his face with mine. He gulped and tilted down further and I found his mouth and pressed my lips to his. “Uhhh…” he breathed into me and he mashed hard and met my tongue. I surrendered instantly and he delved into me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He suddenly broke off, leaning his head back, frowning at me, still with me firmly in his arms. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “I um…” “It’s okay,” I uttered. “It’s fine,” I told him and opened my mouth for him to continue kissing me.
I walked into the office to the smiles of Antonio and Hal and a look of concern from my boyfriend. I went straight to the bathroom. I could feel how wet my pussy was and I checked my panties to find them sticking to me and furrowed inside a bit. It was so thrilling to have all these men’s eyes on me and with the way they were all undressing me in their minds by the looks. The way I was feeling, I wouldn’t complain if they all decided to gang bang me. I’d often fantasised about being gang banged and had done a lot since starting work here with all these men and no other women at all. I freshened up and left the bathroom to find Mr Benson had arrived and was talking with Antonio in his office. Trevor and Hal were looking over at me. I just grimaced guiltily and started work. Mr Benson was sitting on his couch and looking right at me, so I kept my knees apart and let him look at my panties. He obliged with a tilt of his head and Antonio craned his neck around the open doorway, thrilling me even more. Every man in the warehouse had seen my panties now, so that was mission accomplished and I smiled to myself about it as I worked on some invoices. I had to go back downstairs to the foreman’s office for his order book and attracted another gathering over the stair rail. I stayed near the edge and walked slowly so they could have a good look. It was just fun now, making them smile and their eyes boggle.
Uncle Curt’s sports cruiser was approaching and docked alongside the jetty. He lowered two bicycles then wheeled them up towards the house. Julia was there greeting him and claimed one of the bikes to help. “Hey Uncle Curt!” I called down. “Hey Rod. You can use these for the riding path around this part of the lake and if you want to ride around town call into the shop.” “Okay will do,” I said and waved as the guy disappeared onto the deck below with Julia smiling up teasingly. She plucked at her top, which she had changed from earlier. This one was a half-length red tube with tiny shoulder strings, her tits shaped naturally beneath it and her nipples obvious. I waited in the bedroom doorway and could hear my wife giggling and chatting down in the kitchen. I stood there for a good ten minutes while the voices lowered and the giggling and banter stopped. I then edged along the internal balcony until I was in a sitting area above the kitchen and could hear their voices but couldn’t make out what was being said. There were then footsteps and a chair scraped. “Yes, my back too but mostly my shoulders,” Julia said. “And what’s Rod doing? Where did he go?” Uncle Curt asked. “I’m not sure. Mmm that feel’s so nice already.” “Yeah you’re a bit tense, love, just relax.” “Mmm, I know. Hmm,” Julia moaned softly, and I could hear the squishing of oily hands on her. I waited a while longer listening intently to more little moans of pleasure and low voices, but I needed to know what was happening. I crept along to the stairs and stopped halfway down to try and peek into the kitchen. There was a dining table and I could see Julia’s uncle’s back with his arms moving, as he was obviously massaging her seated in front of him. I moved noiselessly down the rest of the stairs and across a marble floor to the formal dining area. The doors were open to the deck so I slipped out there with my heart pounding. I looked around for an idea and climbed over a rail into the garden to avoid walking past the open doors to the kitchen area. I walked out onto the lawn and went around to the front of the house. From there I was able to peer in through the lounge room blinds and could see Julia front-on with her uncle massaging her shoulders. Julia’s shoulder strings were hanging down beneath her arms. Her tube top was covering her nipples but only just, and her uncle’s fingers were moving across the exposed portion of her breasts.
I couldn’t help feeling a little flustered after a trip up the stairs with any of the men congregating below. I knew how much I was showing and usually kept it to a quick flash but didn’t want to deny Mr Benson too blatantly. I mean how can they see anyway when you’re wearing panties? Also I had deliberately started wearing shorter skirts lately because I heard one of Mr Benson’s nieces was looking for work and I couldn’t afford to lose my job. I was thinking about doing more with cleavage too. I don’t mind using the fact that men can’t help looking if it’s to my advantage. I’m proud of my legs and boobs and have always shown them off outside of work, so why not here too, right? I was thinking about it more now and kept my legs uncrossed under my desk. Mr Benson had come into the office and was about to walk past. I didn’t look up but kept my knees slightly apart and felt his eyes. I just blushed to myself. He slowed and tilted his head, having another look at me. He went into his office but soon appeared again and sat on his couch with some paperwork. From there and with his door open, he had a view directly under my desk. I was working on the payroll and tried to concentrate. I didn’t want to cross my legs and deny the older man but I kept my knees pressed together at least. He settled there reading but kept looking up over his glasses and I spent a long time in a state of I don’t know what… some mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
After eating and watching the boats in the marina for a while, we strolled through the shopping area of town and picked up sun hats and called into a swimwear shop. Rodney picked out a pair of knee-length board shorts that I liked on him. I had an idea for a new style of bikini for myself. “Are you okay now, after this morning?” I checked with Rodney. “Yeah, I’m all good. Why?” “Um, I just wanted to tell you something fun.” “Oh yeah?” I nodded, grinning. “I want to buy a sexy bikini instead of a practical one. Not one for support up top, but to show off instead, just a little string one.” “Oooh. Something skimpy?” “Uh huh, and maybe even go topless sometimes while we’re here. What do you think? I mean, if we can find somewhere to try it?” “Like with guys around?” “Yeah, as long as there’s no kids and there’s some other girls doing it.” I backed into a cuddle. “I don’t mean for sunbathing,” I whispered. Rodney swallowed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” I smiled. “Hmm, and?” “Are you gonna try on one of these bikinis?” “Yeah, there’s one right there I want to try.” Rodney swallowed again and took a breath. “Well, why don’t you do that and not put your bra back on right now, in that.” I followed my husband’s gaze down to my tank top. It was pink with white lacy trim around a buttoned-up neckline. “Okay,” I agreed softly, and I claimed a tiny yellow bikini from a rack and smiled back over my shoulder on the way to the fitting stall. The two stalls were in the middle of the shop, facing the back section. There was a three-quarter high door and the bottom was about knee height. I decided the pants were fine without a fitting but I had never worn a string top before. I pulled off my tank and bra, lifting to tiptoes to peer over the door with just an arm across my breasts. Rodney was there with our bag from the hat shop. I motioned for him to come closer and handed him my bra through the door. He tilted for a look and I opened the door a little further and lowered my arm to show him my breasts. He held the door ajar and watched me tie the bikini top in place. “Oh my god,” I cried, stretching the triangular patches as best I could. The garment offered zero support and my breasts bulged from all sides, only my nipples and a portion of the underside covered. “Looks amazing on you, Jules.” “Does it really? Do you like it?” “It’s perfect. I think you should buy it.” I giggled. “Wow, you really do like it, bad boy!” Rodney peered around. A woman edged past behind him and moved along browsing racks of swimwear. The man following her was my Uncle Curt. He smiled and had a quick look at me but motioned towards the woman he was with. “That’s Tina’s mother, in town for the night. I won’t introduce you,” he said and grimaced playfully. Rodney nodded politely to him as he edged past. Then he did a loop around one of the racks until he had line of sight to glance again. He stopped there fiddling with beach wraps, testing the fabric and looking at them. The door to my change cubicle was open enough for him to see me. I held my husband’s eyes and undid the string behind my neck. Rodney questioned me with his expression and I dared him with mine. “Should I?” I checked while still holding the strings up and keeping covered. Rodney turned to look back at my uncle, who was obviously trying to peep at me. We all exchanged looks, the three of us acknowledging what was happening. I lowered my hand and showed my tits. I felt my blush rise as I put the bikini top aside and raised both arms to push back my hair. Uncle Curt’s head had lifted, his gaze fixed upon me. I stared at my husband and slowly straightened my tank top, pulling it in the right way and waiting while Uncle had a good long look at me.
Lunch was a huge spread out on a deck overlooking the forest. Two beers had my head light and my concentration floating around. I took the third one James had placed in front of me and followed Loretta into the living room where there was a massive, brand new TV ready for me to hook up for them. It had been delivered that morning, timed for our visit. Julia walked through the room grinning at me. “What a suck!” she teased. I tossed a ball of plastic packaging at her. She batted it away and glared her mock indignation. Her little brother Will came from the kitchen and she grabbed and cuddled him, mussing his thick mop of hair and kissing his face as he tried to squirm away from her. “Yuck!” he cried and had to lunge to get clear before she grabbed him again. Will was 19 and all skin and bones. He made me feel half normal stripped down, having a dip together in the pool after setting up the TV. He was even thinner than me. We had our usual diving and bombing contest from the springboard. Julia came out to sunbathe. She had on a tank top over her bikini but lifted that off and made her little brother’s eyes widen. I saw her glance at him and notice. She smiled to herself and remained facing him while applying sunscreen to her arms and legs. “Come and do my back Will?” Will climbed out of the pool and went to her immediately. She turned so he could sit behind her and she grimaced guiltily at me. I held her eyes and did a little nod. Her brother was rubbing the sunscreen over her shoulders. She lifted her hair and held it aside. He did the top of her back, above her bikini string tied there. He was carefully rubbing above and below. She reached back and pulled the string. “Underneath it too please,” she asked. “I don’t want a tan line from the string.” He squeezed more sunscreen and rubbed into her bare back now with both hands like he’d done this before. Julia reached up and pulled the string behind her neck too, catching her bikini top with and arm across her front. “Mmm that’s nice Will. Do a little massage too please?” I started to get a hard-on. Julia had often mentioned teasing her brother with the way he tries to perv on her. He was rubbing up and down and his fingers were running up her sides. “Have you got a girlfriend yet?” she asked him. He shook his head. “Not yet.” “Okay,” she said and took her bikini top away. “Would you like to do my front too?”
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