We slept naked that night, cuddled up and content together. As soon as I awoke I started making plans for the day. It was probably going to be a busy one. I didn't wear my dressing gown to go down and make breakfast as I usually did. It wasn't a conscious decision I just didn't think about it. The conservatory was a mess. I put everything into the dishwasher and rearranged the rugs and cushions I'd used for my makeshift love nest then set the breakfast table. When I heard the shower start I set about preparing breakfast. My husband came down to a full English served by a naked waitress and I got a big kiss, a hug and a fumble for a thank you. I had to tell him to pack it in and eat his breakfast before it got any colder. We sat and ate. I nibbled my toast and marmalade while he set about clearing his plate without taking his eyes off me. It felt good, I sat up straight and pushed my tits out towards him. My head was swimming with ideas, naughty ideas and I was trying to bring some sort of order to them. “Fuck-Buddies,” I announced right out of the blue making my husband splutter scrambled egg all over the place. “Pardon,” he just about managed as he wiped his mouth and tried to clear up the surrounding area. “Fuck-Buddies! That's what they call them, isn't it? I don't want lovers just someone to fuck and tell you all about afterwards.” I explained. “And for me to watch now and then,” he reminded me with a big smile. “And for you to watch,” I agreed, “couldn't have you watching me with a lover but a fuck-buddy wouldn't be a problem would it? Finish your breakfast you need to restore your energy for tonight.” Ray had told me when he dropped me off in town that he would be away for a week or so. He had got my mojo working again and I'd kick-started my husbands. I wasn't prepared to go without for a couple of weeks! “What plans have you for today?” he asked as he finished his tea. “I need to get a mobile and there's a few bits and bobs I want to get as well.” “Sans panties?” he asked eagerly. “It's a nice day, I was thinking sans undies. Would that be OK?” the look on his face answered for him. As soon as he left for work I went to the computer, created an email address with the same organisation that Ray used and sent him a quick note so that he knew where to find me. I didn't update him on the changing situation. For the life on me I cannot say why but as it turned out it was very much for the best. I googled a couple of things, wrote down the phone numbers and went for a shower. By nine fifteen I'd dressed in a dress that was short enough to be fun, sans undies, confirmed that the phone I wanted was in stock, the monthly package I wanted was still available, made my appointment and was on the road. I had to go to a town about twelve miles away as the local one didn't have the service I wanted. The phone was all sorted by ten and I had an hour and a half to find what I wanted before my appointment. I was back home by one with everything I thought would take all day to find. I tried on all my new purchases and was delighted with the result and all for less than £30. The phone rang just as I was putting all but one of the bags at the back of the wardrobe. “Hello Darling, everything OK? Did you get what you wanted in town?” “I did, thank you. And I went sans undies! It was wonderful. My nipples were sticking out like organ stops all the time. The poor lad in the phone shop didn't know where to look!” “You tease! What did you say to the poor boy?” “I told him I didn't mind him looking and enjoying. That I liked it and that's why they were so prominent. I'm just naughty, aren't I?” “You are. How did he react to that?” “He grinned like a cat that got the cream and when he eventually finished telling me how everything worked I wriggled my shoulders and made my tits bounce for him. I've picked up a few items in town and I've just tried them on so I'm sans everything again at the moment. I'm going to make a sandwich and sunbathe on the patio while I read the 'phone's instruction manual. I'll txt when I've worked out how. Have a wonderful afternoon and don't be late home, I've a surprise for you.” “Now I've got the makings of another stiffy, you naughty girl. Enjoy your sandwich. Love you, bye.” And the phone went dead. It was beautiful on the patio, the sun on my naked body, a cold glass of orange on the side table. My 'phone was plugged into the extension lead so I could read the manual and fiddle with it at the same time. In the background I could hear Charlie using another of his machines in his garden. He seemed to have a machine for everything which was good because he loved using them and often, he'd finish using them in his garden then ask if I would like him to use them in mine. A free gardener! What more could a girl want? Although I was aware that Charlie's machine had stopped buzzing or whirring or whatever it was doing I didn't really register it nor consider the possible implications. “Hi Ruth!” came Charlie's voice from somewhere near his garden. I looked up. Charlie was ten feet up in the air at the top of the intervening hedge with his hedge trimming machine in his hand. Now I realise that I should have leapt up and attempted to cover my nakedness but what the hell? I'd just walked around town in a dress that clearly showed I was sans undies. He'd probably been up there enjoying the view for a while before drawing my attention to him. He obviously was not embarrassed and for that matter neither was I. “Hi, Charlie, how's it going?” “Well, suddenly it's a wonderful afternoon. I've just trimmed this side of the hedge and was wondering if you'd like yours done? But if you're busy...” his voice trailed off. “No,” I replied, “I've got nothing on at the moment.” I confirmed. “Yeah, I noticed that, about five minutes ago.” Which meant? “Where's Maureen? I asked innocently. “She's gone to get her hair done.” he responded with a happy smile. “Would you like to push your equipment under the bush? I suggested quite innocently. So full of innuendo you wouldn't believe it! It was a very long running joke, full of innuendo. The hedge Charlie was trimming was officially our hedge, his was on the other side of his garden, you know how property boundaries work. It ran between the properties from the front to the garage wall then from the back of the garage to the rear boundary where it met with the rear hedge at a right angle. This back hedge ran at the rear of all the properties, just this side of the little stream. Where the two hedges met there was a small space, at ground level, between the root balls. To save carting his big steps and related stuff all the way round and through the garage or house he pushed it through the gap. So he pushed his equipment under my bush. Ever since the hedge was a row of little bushes Charlie and I have enjoyed innuendo stuffed exchanges about my bush. Not while Maureen or Adrian were about though. 'If you ever need your bush trimmed, I'm your man' or 'my bush is looking a little raggedly, do you have a spare minute to take a look?' “From where I'm standing you don't look to have much of a bush,” he said with delight. “Some lucky bugger got there before me!” “I'll open the door for you” (more innuendo?). “Would you like a glass of cold orange?” “I'll need something to cool me down, that'll be a good start, thank you.” I sent 'Have had reasonable offer, may I accept?' and sent it before going through to open the front door. The reply I wanted came back as I was doing Charlie's orange. 'thanks, don't waste IT want IT when you get home! xxx' I sent ignoring the questions. I was back on the lounger with my legs positioned either side when Charlie arrived. He walked round and stood directly in front of me, clearly studying my wet, swollen, smooth cunt. I lifted my bum up off the lounger and blatantly parted my knees wider. “What d'you think?” I asked. He crouched down closer. “Nice, neat job. Not sure he didn't miss a bit here,” his finger traced a delicate line down the inside of my labia majora making me tingle with pleasure, “nope, my mistake, must have been a trick of the light. And here...,” he said moving his finger delightfully down to the perineum before gliding it up, over my well lubricated labia minora to stroke my clitty. By then I was twitching and moaning loudly. “Nope, wrong again but it does seem overly sensitive all over this area,” he added tracing his fingers over every bare millimetre between my belly button and my anus. He finally stopped at my vagina and carefully probed inside while watching me intently. I sighed and closed my eyes as he slipped first one then a second finger inside me. He finger-fucked me deliciously until I came. He continued to stroke after I'd come for a few minutes until I held his wrist and asked him to stop for a minute or two. He stopped, withdrew only a little then his fingers stayed still. He looked at me. “By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous,” he said as he leant forward and kissed my pussy. “Seriously though, it looks a bit red and angry. Only just been waxed?” I nodded. “I'll rub some cream into it, if you like?” “Make yourself comfy, I'll get some cream.” I invited, getting slowly up. I got to the patio doors and turned, “Would you be more comfortable indoors?” He followed me, I felt him watching my every move as I led him upstairs to the back bedroom. “When will Maureen be back?” I asked directly as I started to undo his belt. “She said about four thirty,” he replied calmly as he began to unbutton his shirt. “So, by four you must either be up your ladder trimming my bush or have all your stuff back on your side and be putting it away so you can deal with my bush some other time. Sound reasonable?” I asked sliding his trousers and pants down in one easy movement. To my surprise his cock was erect! When Adrian came in I was again sunbathing on the lounger. Charlie had been gone at least a couple of hours. The steps were back in his shed and apart from the condition of my cunt and the bed in the back bedroom, there was nothing to suggest anybody else had been here. “Darling, I'm home.” “On the patio My Love.” I called over my shoulder. My knees were close together, a thin cushion was under my bum just pushing my smooth pink mons up and forward. Adrian stood where Charlie had only a few hours earlier. “What do you think My Love?” I said lifting my bum off the lounger once more so that he had no confusion as to what I wanted him to see. “Oh! That's beautiful! Looks a little sore though, a bit pink?” he observed. “That's what he said,” I said, “would you like to rub some cream into it too?” I asked as I raised my knees. My husband's face was a picture as my words sank in. He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I'd love to!” he replied quickly as if I would change my mind and withdraw the invitation. “He said that too,” I told him as I swung my knees apart so much they were almost on the lounger. My swollen, well fucked spunk dripping pussy was fully displayed. “He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Feel how swollen I am, how full I am.” I pushed my hips towards him. The moment I'd been waiting for, the moment I'd also been dreading had arrived. How would he react to the reality? He crouched beside me. His hand slid over my thigh and upwards. The first touch brought me off, anticipation, relief and happiness all played their part. Charlie had fucked me far better than I had expected and I was very sensitive. Two fingers slipped easily inside me I was sooo very wet with a happy mixture of spunk and juices. Adrian was smiling and laughing as he finger-fucked my greedy cunt, there was no soreness now only untold pleasure. I twisted and turned and begged for more until he brought me off again. “Who's a clever, naughty, wonderful girl then?” he was positively beaming with delight. “tell me all about it.” “I'll do better than that, I'll show you. Help me up.” He eased his fingers out, stood then helped me to stand, “follow me.” I led him upstairs and into the back bedroom. “If I get a reasonable offer would it be OK to bring them home? I'll bring them here, not to our bed, that's for us to make love, here is where I'll fuck them.” The bed was exactly as Charlie and I left it, a mess. “I undressed him and sucked his cock until he was ready to fuck,” I explained. I undressed my husband, sucked his cock to full erection and laid on the bed, giving him a running commentary and asking if he would like to join in. As I gave him the details my husband played his part. He placed a pillow under my bum then knelt between my parted legs. His head dipped and he started to lick and suck my cunt. I continued with my narrative; ‘He was a lot older than me, in that extra time he had learned some wonderful skills and he wasted no time in demonstrating them. My first orgasm came quickly and hard and he laughed. I grabbed his head and thrust my greedy pussy hard into his face. He ate me out to so many glorious orgasms I was totally spaced out. Jerking and twitching as he played with my tender pussy.” “Pretty lady likes to have her greedy cunt eaten does she?” he asked I nodded dumbly. “Does the pretty lady suck cock?” Again I nodded and he rolled me over until I was on top and I willingly took his cock into my mouth. He was soon back to his initial erection but I worked on, teasing and pleasing. He grew harder and breathed heavier. I stoked and kissed and sucked with all my skill. I needed him to fuck me. “On your back, legs in the air,” he instructed. I moved into the required position quickly. With one hand he lifted my legs higher, as you would a babies when changing a nappy. He shoved the pillow back under my bum and worked forward towards my cunt. “Guide it in!” I took his cock in hand and led it to my cunt, stroked it up and down to spread the wetness then he pushed home. He fucked me, with my legs high and wide, wide apart, one leg up and the other down. Orgasms flooded through me, juices squirted out and covered us both and still he fucked me. He was fit, very fit for his age. No spare at all on his naked frame and he had incredible stamina. “Roll over, kneel up, spread your legs!” I complied without hesitation. He fucked me doggy, penetrating me much deeper in the new position. First he held me still and fucked my cunt with his cock then he kept himself still and moved my cunt up and down his cock. “You take cock up the arse?” he asked. “Ummm,” I agreed with a sigh of pleasure, “but not for a long, long time.” “Want to try it now or wait 'til I cum back?” I thought about it. I wanted his cock in my arse. I wanted his spunk in my arse but …. “Next time, then I can prepare, if you don't mind?” He didn't mind. “Shall I spunk in your cunt or take it out?” “Fill my cunt! As hard and as fast as you can.” He went into overdrive. Pulling me onto his cock then driving it up to the hilt at the same time. My thighs were going like pistons, his hips matched them stroke for stroke. The noise levels went off the scale as I went massively over the edge. “Last chance to change your mind!” he cried out. I rammed back onto his cock, the tip hit my cervix, he held me tight, unable to move I felt his seed pump deep into my poor abused very well fucked cunt. I came again and collapsed onto the bed. Charlie collapsed with me and we spooned, still connected while we recovered. I collapsed onto the bed for the second time that afternoon. My husband, having filled me with his own spunk as I came, collapsed with me and we too remained spooned while we recovered. I had been most royally fucked again and my pussy knew it well! “Charlie?” enquired my husband. I was silent, thinking rapidly. Did I say Charlie? “Ummm?” feigning doziness. “You said 'Charlie collapsed with me and we spooned',” he explained. It didn't sound as if he was the least angry or annoyed. “Yes, I did didn't I? I had the good fortune that Charlie was in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. I'd got home from shopping absolutely aching for a damn good fuck. The lad in the phone shop might have been turned on but nothing like as much as I was. He was in his very early twenties at most and couldn't take his eyes off my body. I felt incredible. If he'd said 'come through to the stock room' I'd have gone I was feeling so horny. I still am, just thinking about it. I'm rather hoping the phone packs up so I have to take it back.” My husband laughed, “Those things are so complicated you could probably go back every day for a month and ask him to help you.” “D'you think he does home visits?” I asked cheekily. I liked the way the conversation was going already. “After leaving the shop I was like a bitch on heat. Can you imagine how hard it is walking down the street knowing that what you are wearing is so clearly showing what you are not wearing? That all the alpha males are looking at you? Add to that the difficulty of trying to look totally unaware of the effect or its cause. My pussy was wet and swollen, my nipples were solid hard buttons rubbing against my dress as I walked. I knew men were looking at me and struggled to hide my delight. The dress hid nothing! VPL would have shown up like the Great Wall of China as seen from the space station, my nipples were screaming 'look at me! look at me! And they did! And I loved it. I was going in and out of the Charity shops looking for the kind of outfits girls wear to night clubs and having a good time included getting shagged at least once in the evening. I picked up a couple of items I think you will enjoy. In the last shop I found quite a few things. Luckily it was one of the few charity shops to have a changing room. Nothing more than a cupboard with a curtain in place of the door. I went in and peeled my dress off. I was totally naked, and tried on a very short skirt. I realised the curtain wasn't properly closed and a man was standing in the shop, obviously waiting while his wife rummaged around. He was looking straight at me. I smiled at him and saw him smile back as I removed the skirt and tried on a tiny dress, then a couple of tops. I nudged the curtain so it opened a little wider and stood so that he could see me clearly in the long mirror as I tried and re-tried everything. When I left the cubicle I worked my way as close to him as I could. I blew him a little kiss. 'Thank you,' he whispered 'My pleasure. I told him. After I'd flashed the chap in the Charity shop, I continued my shopping expedition. About half an hour later I saw him emerging from the newsagents, alone. He saw me at the same time with instant recognition, which was gratifying. I opened the conversation with a friendly 'Hi, escaped from the Mrs then?' He smiled happily, 'Yes, she bumped into a friend so they are now having a cup of tea, I'm excused duties until I get a txt summonsing my return.' he said before continuing, 'I'm glad I've bumped into you, I wanted to say how much I enjoyed our time together. Would you like a hand trying anything else on?' As chat up lines go that was a masterpiece. Enjoying our time together? Well I'd certainly enjoyed it. Needless to say I was still buzzing after I'd flashed him so deliberately. Showing him everything I'd got and clearly suggesting the possibility of more. Now I had the chance to talk with him and look at him properly I decided he was quite attractive. I looked him straight in the eye. 'There's something I'd really like to try for size but I've got an appointment to have my pussy waxed, as a special treat for my husband, and your wife will txt far too soon for us to enjoy it.' I had to tell him regretfully. We were walking along together, not so close as to draw attention but close enough to speak quietly. 'A waxed pussy? That's something I'd really like to see you wearing,' he said in almost a whisper. 'And I'd enjoy modelling it for you but not before I've paraded it for my husband.' I told him equally quietly. 'Some time soon maybe?' I added hopefully. His phone 'pinged'. 'That'll be the missus,' he said flicking it open, 'I'm summoned,' he announced then added, 'do you have email?' From there I went to get my pussy waxed as a special treat for you. As you can imagine after all that I was on fire and needed a good fucking or at least something inside me. I rushed upstairs, dumped my bags on the bed, stripped off and went to the drawer for my rabbit. If I couldn't have cock, I decided I'd have rabbit on the lounger in the sunshine. I opened the patio doors and heard Charlie's hedge trimmer at work. I plugged the phone charger into the extension lead. The lad in the shop said that it would probably need a full charge but it was over half full. I looked up how to send text messages in the little manual and sent you the txt. When you said 'OK' I put the phone down and started to enjoy the rabbit with my eyes closed while listening for Charlie's trimmer. When it stopped I opened my eyes just enough to see Charlie watching me over the top of the hedge. I ignored him and brought myself off while he watched. You know the rabbit always gives me a good hard orgasm. Having Charlie watch made it mind-blowing. It took me a while to get my breath back but when I did Charlie was still watching. He called me and I looked up pretending not to have seen him. It was an incredible turn on but I still needed to be properly fucked. I didn't even attempt to cover myself up, obviously. You said I could accept an offer and I needed an offer. He asked if I wanted a hand. I told him I could do with more than a hand and that I'd open the front door so he could cum right in. He said Maureen was having her hair done and he'd be right round. He stood where you did and I asked him what he thought of my smooth pussy. He said it looked beautiful but angry, like you did. Then he said he'd rub some cream in it if I wanted. I opened my legs for him and asked if he could do anything for my swollen cunt. He said he could kiss it and lick it and fuck it. So I brought him up here and he did just like you have. And I've had two wonderful fuck sessions in one day. Who's a clever girl then?” Sometimes the best lies are the truth ;-) There’s more, if you would like?