Date: Fri, 29 May 2009 08:46:40 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY - Part 5

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names have been changed -
contains descriptions of bisexual/incestuous activity between adult
relatives, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause
offence against some religious beliefs.  Please do not read further if you
are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your
country!  By the way, the story is written with the full knowledge and
approval of all the living persons having significant mention therein.

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We had to be up early on Monday morning.  I was woken by Sarah playing with
my dick a few minutes before the alarm clock was due to go off at 5.45am,
but  we had no time for any hanky-panky beyond a quick cuddle and me rubbing
my customary morning woodie against her abdomen for a few moments.  I went
naked to the 'family' bathroom, Percy pointing the way, whilst Sarah did
what she had to do in our en-suite bathroom.  I was back in the bedroom
dressed when she emerged, naked as the day she was born, a sight that still
excited me after three years of marriage.  No time for that now ..

 By the time I had organised the tea, cereal and toast for breakfast in the
kitchen she was down, complete with laptop and baggage for the trip.  After
a quick breakfast, we were in the car for the ten minute drive to the
station to catch the ambiguously named Virgin Trains non-stop service to
London Euston.  The company was the butt of many bad jokes, not least that
of the notoriously poor timekeeping of its services being compared with that
of a virgin's periods.  The company was also known by some as Branson's
Pickle, a parody on the names of the serial entrepreneur company chief and a
well known British condiment.

That day, the service was to depart on time, though it was to stop at
Coventry and Milton Keynes adding ten minutes to the journey time.  I kissed
Sarah goodbye at the drop-off bay and, as usual, promised to behave while
she was away, then left for an early start in the office.  Sarah called
about 8.30am to say she had arrived safely at her client's offices in
Westminster but it was otherwise a pretty ordinary start to a busy day.  Two
of my colleagues had to go out on an unexpected visit to a customer that
afternoon; I agreed that they could borrow my company car.  It was a
beautiful warm and sunny day, typical of the early summer weather we often
had in the English Midlands in late May.  It was a perfect day for my
half-hour walk home.  It was only when I was packing up that the thought of
a stroll the woods sent a shiver of excitement through my groin.

Ten minutes later, I crossed the road to the lay-by where five trucks, three
foreign, and two cars were parked, with no sign of their drivers.  One of
the trucks was in the smart green, red and gold livery of a well-known
British trucking company whose drivers wore white shirts and company ties as
part of their uniform.  As I left the lay-by on a path that led into the
wood and towards my home, I met a teenager on his bicycle; if he didn't wear
underpants, he really should be more careful about his zip!  I decided to
make a short detour via a small clearing, well screened by bracken and
undergrowth about fifty metres into the wood, not visible from the path.  As
I approached, a fortyish man emerged, checking his flies as he did so.  OK,
he might just have been there to take a leak, but I suspect not!

Then I saw four men crowded into one corner of the clearing about ten metres
away.  From my vantage point, I could see that one of them was stripped to
his shoes and socks, his white shirt closed only by his immaculately tied
company necktie.  The other three wore polo shirts with their trousers and
underwear around their ankles, one bent over.  Two were proudly displaying
erections.  Without a word, the first slid his prick into the upturned ass
and seconds later the third rammed his cock home into the second ass forming
a daisy chain.  Meanwhile, the man in the shirt was looking on, whilst
slowly wanking his own monster cock.  I reached inside my trousers to
arrange my now stiffening dick more comfortably and was startled by a voice
behind me saying "Want a wank, mate?"

I turned to see a well dressed man of roughly my own age and stature with
his neatly cut cock in his hand, clearly preparing for action.  I made some
slightly negative response but he carried on stroking his ample member
whilst watching the circus in front of us.  By now, the man in the shirt was
on his knees sucking the first man, the other two still ploughing into their
partners' asses.  A minute or two later, the man in the middle must have
dumped his load; he whipped his dick out and his last few spurts of his
semen fell on to the ground.  The sudden move startled the first man to
orgasm and the white shirt was instantly soiled by a copious load of spunk.
Finally, the last man in the daisy chain pulled his dick from its ass and
finished himself by hand.  Not a word was uttered as the four men wiped
their respective members, got dressed and went back towards their trucks,
oblivious of being watched from the ringside.

I decided it was time to move on; glancing at the man alongside me, I gave
his now hardened eight-incher a playful tweak as I walked away, making my
own member more comfortable as I went.  Further along the path, I met a
couple more guilty looking teenage boys, one with a dribble of spunk down
his school trousers, and a girl and wondered what they might have been up
to.  There was another small clearing a bit further into the wood, when I
looked in there I saw two well dressed men with their trousers down, wanking
each other with several others looking on.  I suddenly realised that,
George, my neighbour who borrowed the wheelbarrow was among those watching
the performance with his hands in his trouser pockets.  Time to move on!  As
I did so, I noticed that he was just taking his prick out ..

I went home and as I was just changing from my business attire, Sarah
called, catching me in only my Calvin Klein underwear.  She had had a good
day, I told her about mine; she hoped I wasn't up to any mischief, I said I
was sure that she wasn't.  All the time I was playing with my cock, thinking
about her smooth body, adequate bosoms and delicious cunt, slightly
distracted by what I had seen in the woods.  We smooched for a bit, I am
sure Sarah was touching herself up too but surely having to be a bit more
careful in the office that I was in the privacy of the bedroom we would not
be sharing tonight.  She said she was waiting Alison's younger sister to
come from work at the nearby House of Commons and that were going out for a
meal.  Knowing that they hadn't seen each other for quite some time, I
wondered to myself if Sarah would be able to keep her secret.  When she hung
up, I pulled on some shorts and a tee shirt and started on getting a meal.
As usual, Sarah had left me plenty of choice but I chose a quick TV dinner,
planning to leave time to catch up with some personal paperwork.

I had just cleared up when George rang the doorbell.  He was dressed in much
the same way as I was but with particularly wearing loose fitting shorts.
Glancing at the thin fabric at his crotch, he was probably going commando, I
thought.  He wanted to invite us to dinner on Friday for their wedding
anniversary, nothing special just us and two other couples who lived
opposite.  We leaned on the porch and chatted about nothing in particular
for a while.  His wife was out for the evening; their only son was at
university, studying electronics in Newcastle as it happens, so he was on
his own for the evening.  After a few minutes, I asked him in for a drink.
We sat on the back terrace with our gin and tonics, continuing to put the
world to rights.  Suddenly I noticed his Willy peeping out below the loose
leg of his shorts.  Of course, once I noticed, it was difficult not to keep
looking at it.  Circumcision is relatively unusual in Britain these days,
except on religious grounds.  After a few minutes I said "You are not
Jewish, are you, George?" and gestured towards his groin.

He laughed and replied "No, I was cut as a teenager because my foreskin was
too tight and every time I got a hard on my knob got stuck out.  It was a
very painful problem.  Dick keeps dropping out of these shorts when I don't
wear my Y-fronts."  He made only a minimal effort to restore his dignity.

"I'm a Calvin Klein boxers man myself", I said.

"I must try those sometime; they look very comfortable in the adverts on
TV."

In for a penny, in for a pound, I said "Hang on a second, I'll get you a
pair to try" and with that went upstairs to my underwear drawer, topping up
the gin and tonics on the way back.

I handed him his glass and the pristine white underwear; "those should fit
you", I said expecting that he would try them on later.  Instead, he dropped
his shorts, right there in my back garden, affording me a full frontal view
of his ample package and pulled on the boxers.  I thought he made a bit of
an issue about getting himself properly arranged before declaring that the
Calvins were, indeed, very comfortable.  After a couple of minutes of
standing, sitting, twisting and bending he declared that he would have to
get himself some, then took them off again, his cock now decidedly larger.
I said nothing as he pulled his shorts back on and sat down, his dick still
visible down the left leg.

"I suppose you've got the run of the house with Sarah away.  I always run
around naked whenever I am home alone", he said, "I like the freedom.  We
went to a nudist beach in Majorca once, Gladys was pretty relaxed about it,
'seen one, seen them all' was her view but I hadn't reckoned with young Tim.
He was about fourteen at the time and kept getting a hard-on every time he
saw a pair of tits or a bit of bush.  The harder he tried not to, the worse
it was!  Then he decided to fix it and went into the bushes for a wank, only
to find another three or four other blokes already there and intent on
getting their rocks off, one way or another.  I think it was a bit of an
education for him!"

Now was my chance, "I've noticed some hanky-panky once or twice in the
woods, down by the lay-by on the main road."
"Yes, I have too.  It's mostly the foreign lorry drivers, I reckon, away
from home for days on end, not getting their home comforts.  As I was going
to work one morning last week there was a couple stark bollock naked, she
was touching her toes, tits dangling, and he was ploughing her from behind
like there was no tomorrow!"

"Sounds like you are a bit of a regular", I said, knowing that he walked to
work on a split shift at odd times when the path was likely to be less busy.

"I keep my eyes open" he said with a smile, "you wouldn't believe some of
what goes on; daisy chains and all sorts."

I looked puzzled, "Daisy chains?"

"You know one bloke with his dick up another's ass and his dick up another
and so on.  I've seen six of 'em at the same time, with the front one
tossing himself off!"

"The mind boggles!  I must admit to having the odd wank myself if I am away
on business or when Sarah is away but as for a daisy chain . , I could never
stick my schlong up another bloke's ass", I wanted to see how far I could
push him.

"Well, even after twenty-three years of marriage I don't always get as much
as I want without resorting to a hand job, either.  I had a wank earlier on
as a matter of fact, down in the woods, always have liked outdoor sex."  The
drink was talking now.  "I have had Gladys outdoors more than once!"

I wondered if it was a lone wank this afternoon or did he join in with the
blokes I saw him watching.  "Sarah and I nearly got caught once on Offa's
Dyke; I just got my trousers zipped up before a group of ramblers came into
view."

"It's a lot easier for women just to drop their skirts and pretend nothing
was happening", George replied.

"She was wearing trousers, actually, nevertheless we managed to conceal the
act - I think!"  I was sorely tempted to suggest a mutual wank with George
but was mindful of the old English caution on the dangers of defecating on
one's own doorstep.

 "Well, I'd better be going, enjoy the rest of your evening", George said.
There was no mistaking the glint in his eye but I wasn't going to change my
mind.

I let him out, locked up, cleared the glasses, picked up the Calvins and
generally tidied up before going up to bed for an early night, naked as
ever, alone in the king size bed and had a long, slow wank, thinking mostly
of Sarah, Alison and their babies, but not forgetting George and the guys in
the wood.

The following day, I was up about 7.30am but then remembered I had to walk
to the office.  After my morning ablutions, I had a quick breakfast, left
the house about 8.15am for my walk through the woods.  It was surprisingly
busy, many others seemed to be taking advantage of the superb weather and
leaving their cars at home.  There were two trucks, both French, and one car
in the lay-by when I passed but no time to investigate!

It was a pretty unremarkable, though busy, day at the office with the half
annual review of departmental budgets pending.  Sarah called a couple of
times; I really appreciated having an office to myself and thus able to talk
dirty to her with no chance of being overheard by colleagues.  I told her
about George's invitation last night but did not elaborate on our
discussion.  She expected to be finished mid-afternoon the following day and
I said I would meet her at the station if she called ahead.  In spite of the
short distance, it was a tortuous journey by bus.

I left the office on time for a change and was home before 6pm.  George was
mowing his lawn, wearing the shorts he had on the night before.  As I parked
the car I asked him if he had got his Calvins yet and he replied "Not yet,
watch for the fallout!" but no further conversation.  I went indoors,
changed, had my meal and tidied up in readiness for Sarah's return tomorrow.

Alison called later that evening; she seemed in great form, wanting to speak
to Sarah.  We chatted for a few minutes before she put Rob on to discuss
dates and venue for our planned celebration weekend.  We settled on the
Lakeland Hotel at Windermere, tentatively for the first weekend in July
which happened to coincide with our third wedding anniversary.  I would need
to confirm the date with Sarah which I promised to do as soon as she was
back.  He asked me how I was doing on my own and had I had my bachelor's
daily wank yet.  When I said no, he said he had better let me get on with it
and we ended the call, with me agreeing to call them the following evening.

I pottered about for a while, watched the TV news, had a shower and went to
bed ready for an early start next day.  The next thing I knew the alarm
clock was going off at 6.30am.  I had planned to be in the office by 7.30am
so that I could get away early to collect Sarah about 4pm, thus started yet
another busy day!

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To be continued - soon!