After the excitement of being triple-teamed by June's son and his friends, then the shock of being fucked by Bill's father, Mark, who turned out to have fucked my mother at a time which could even make him my own father, I decided I needed to calm things down for a bit.
I'd let Mark fuck me again, partly for fun, but also partly to get a good sample of his DNA, which I sent off along with one from Bill, and another from me to one of those third-party family tree sites that offer the service. It was cheap, but not quick, and I tried to put the potential consequences out of my mind, part of me determined not to even look at the results when they came back.
I also upgraded my gym membership, adding some yoga training as well. I could do the beginner poses fine, and some of the intermediate ones, but of course, the ones Peggy wanted me to do were all ones that showed my cunt as clearly and as openly as possible. Most of these, like the Bound Revolved Chair, the Half Moon Bound, the Handstand with Splits, the Tripod Headstand, the Extended Side Plank, the Sugarcane, and the One-Legged Wheel all needed me to develop my strength and my skill level.
I'd thought the gym might offer good opportunities to expose myself, but it was nowhere near as good as I'd hoped. The super-fit women, with muscles and six-packs like a man, saw me as soft and flabby, and in truth, their bodies didn't appeal to me much either. Nor did those of the overweight women who badly needed the exercise to get into shape.
That just left a few like me, but mostly I was too hot, sweaty and exhausted to be interested in sex after I'd finished my session. I still was able to enjoy the topless waitressing, the nude posing for the class, and the private posing for Peggy with some gorgeous woman-on-woman action. Unfortunately, the Professor seemed embarrassed about fucking me after the class, so kept his distance, and Mark had gone back home to his latest Bimbo.
Yes, I was still getting fucked plenty by Bill, although some of his energy went into fucking June as well. A year ago, this would have seemed a lot of action, but after all that had happened recently, I was starting to feel the itching in my pussy that I knew would drive me into trouble again if I let it.
Surely a bit of flashing the flesh in the changing rooms couldn't get me into too much trouble, though, could it? To my delight, I found that one of the stores, the one with the curtains rather than solid doors, which were ideal, must have changed their staff around, so the couple of women assistants who'd chased me out in the past were no longer there.
I took a selection of things into one of the changing rooms, and stripped off, leaving the curtain open at the edge. At first, all I got were a few disapproving looks from a couple of women who got a glimpse of tit and pussy, but then my luck changed, and a man and woman, probably close to my own age came to the room next to mine. She obviously expected him to give her comments on the things she was trying on, though from the way she spoke to him, she seemed to know just what she was after, and I suspected she'd only listen if he agreed with her.
Now, the thing was that the way the curtains were arranged were mirror-image pairs, so the opening of my curtain was right next to theirs. I could tell that she must be opening the curtain as she tried each new thing on, and asking what her husband thought. Yes, even the impossible-to-answer 'does my butt look big in this'.
He was so occupied, that he didn't even notice me until I drew the curtain back further, then coughed. His mouth dropped open, as he saw my naked breasts, my trimmed bush, and the start of my slit underneath. I noticed that the way he was standing blocked anyone else's view of me, sending a thrill rushing through me at the possibilities the situation offered.
His eyes flicked back to his wife as she asked him another question, but within seconds, his eyes had flipped back to drink in the glories of my nakedness. I held up a finger to my lips, worried he might speak, but then I moved it down to my slit, slipping it inside, then sliding it back and into my vagina. I loved the feel of my finger sliding through my wet snatch, releasing my scent, my lips seeming to try to grab it sending tingles zipping through me.
I pulled it back out and held it up between our faces, letting him see and smell the sticky, translucent cum covering it. He gasped as I put it into my mouth and licked it off, opening my mouth to show him the white goo on my tongue. I smiled, and raised one eyebrow questioningly, before another question from next door from next door from next door drew his attention back to his wife.
He'd barely finished answering before his gaze was back on my body. I dipped my finger into my hole again, but this time, when I pulled it out, I moved it towards him. It was even wetter this time, and I touched it gently against his lips. I could see the kaleidoscope of emotions flashing across his face: the acceptance of the smell of a stranger's vagina; lust; then guilt at what he was doing while his wife was just feet away; and finally desire, as he opened his mouth, and sucked my cum off my finger.
Oh God, my cunt was now tingling like mad. I'd only set out to expose myself, but the wild animal between my legs now wanted more. When the guy released my finger to answer his wife again, my arm seemed to take a life of its own, guiding my hand back to my pussy, where my fingers opened me up, and started toying with my clit.
My eyes were half closed when the guy turned back to me, but I could see the shock and excitement on his face as he realised I was masturbating right in front of him. I loved it; but what I did next surprised both of us.
I reached out with my other hand and grabbed one of his, pulling it to my pussy, forcing his fingers to join mine inside my slit. He was a fast learner, I'll say that, first pushing his fingers into my vagina, feeling the heat and wetness inside me, before sliding back along my cunt to take over the rubbing of my clit, while I worked my fingers up inside my hole again.
Fuck, can you imagine how exciting, how dangerous, how wonderful it felt being played with by a complete stranger, him still talking to his wife, who was oblivious to what was going on, just the other side of the flimsy changing room wall? I just prayed that she had enough items and questions to allow her husband to get me to come before she was finished.
I grabbed one of my tits, and squeezed it, rolling my nipple around between my thumb and my fingers. My other hand was sharing my cunt with the man's, both of us working my clit, and invading my vagina. His gaze was flicking between my body, then to his wife as he spoke to her while he still played with me, but occasionally our eyes met. I got a kick from seeing the lust in them, backed up by the bulge in his pants, and I knew that given the chance he'd have fucked me hard. And believe me, I would surely have let him.
My brain was filled with the delicious pleasure radiating from my cunt, and the knowledge of just how risky and exciting the whole situation was, but I must have been aware of everything else enough to suspect that the guy's wife was reaching a decision.
I joined my fingers with his, loving the squelching noises they made, as together we rubbed over and around my clit. Oh fuck, I had to drop my tit and bite my hand to stop myself crying out as I came, pressing the guy's hand hard against my slit, then forcing it back to my hole, our fingers intertwined inside me.
Then, all of a sudden, his hand pulled back, drew the curtain over in front of me, and I could hear his wife still nagging at him as she walked away to either purchase or return the things she had tried. It was just as well he closed the curtain, because I was in no fit state to, as I kept having new climaxes as my legs clamped my hand against my vulva, and I had to keep my jaw locked around my other hand.
Eventually, I calmed down, licked my hand as clean as I could, then got dressed, and left the changing room, returning the items I had supposedly been trying on to the rails. The guy and his wife must have gone, probably for the best, because I couldn't imagine that the intense smell of another woman's cunt could remain unnoticed by her for long.
I'd just decided to go for a coffee in the food area, and was heading off, with the warm, slippery feeling between my legs of someone who'd just had a satisfying orgasm, when a woman dressed in a grey suit stopped me.
"Excuse me, madam, but the manager would like to speak to you in her office."
"Really? Well, I don't have any great desire to speak to her, so please let me pass."
"Well, madam, the manageress did mention that it was a possible police matter she wanted to speak about, but she hoped that you could sort everything out without the need to go that far."
Oh shit! Had the woman made her husband own up, and then reported it? The thought of being arrested started me trembling all over, but I could see I had little option, other than to try to talk my way out of it, unless it really was a mistake.
"Very well, then. I don't see what it could possibly be about, but I'm happy to try and sort things out with her."
As I followed the grey-suited woman, satisfaction started to give way to guilt. When I exposed myself, the people who saw me were totally innocent, as was the guy when he was just looking at me, especially as I'd given him no choice. Surely, though, I told myself, just fingering another woman didn't really count as being unfaithful, did it?
We hadn't exchanged bodily fluids, had we? Well, except for my cum he had sucked off my finger, but none of his had ended up inside me, so he hadn't really cheated on his wife, had he? Trouble was that deep down I didn't believe any of this, and by the time we got to the staff area, I'd got to the point where even I thought I deserved some sort of punishment.
I followed the woman through a door marked 'Private', to be greeted by another woman I took to be the manager's assistant, who stood and knocked at the door behind her desk. A brass plaque on it told me that inside was the manager, whose name was Juanita Martinez. She must have had a reply, because she opened the door, and ushered me into the manager's office.
The woman behind the large desk was striking. She must have had some mixed blood in her family, I thought, as her skin was a delightful pale olive colour, her hair, pulled back into a bun, was jet black, her eyes, deep hazel, behind dark-rimmed glasses. Shakespeare would probably have described her as 'buxom', as her body was curvaceous, and a touch heavy for current fashion.
She was wearing a black skirt, stretched tight over her curvaceous ass, and a white blouse with enough buttons undone to show a gorgeous deep cleavage, and I could see her bra was struggling to contain her impressively large breasts. Suddenly I felt my guilt starting to turn back to desire again.
"Shut the door, Maria, and make sure that we aren't disturbed," she told her assistant, beckoning me to sit in the stylish chair on my side of the desk, then she directed her attention to me. "Tell me your name, first, then what you were up to in the changing rooms."
"My name is Jo. Don't tell me, though, that you have cameras in the changing room area - that would be a total invasion of privacy, and I'm sure the media would be interested in knowing about it."
