This is the second part of a story about a self-confessed voyeur who is in a relationship with an exhibitionist who is in denial about this aspect of her character.
It starts immediately after the end of chapter 1 when just before the girlfriend looked like she would be banged by another man on the kitchen table in front of at least twelve men she tells her boyfriend to take her to bed. It will make more sense if you read chapter 1 first.
Like most of my stories it is set in and around 1980's Birmingham. There is no social media, no mobile phones and the range of acceptable moral behaviour was different. This is the same Joanna as appears in some other stories of mine, but this is set about eight months before the first of those stories so there is no need to have read those other stories.
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They'd left the party as soon as the jump suit was back around Joanna's shoulders and hiding her nipples. There didn't seem much point in doing the zip all the way up again or putting on the belt as they were only going next door.
Once they were back in their room, he decided to try an experiment. "Roxanne, did you enjoy yourself tonight."
"Oh yes, David. Everyone was watching me dance and wanting to get me a drink."
She sighed, "There's one thing I regret."
"What's that, Roxanne?"
"I should have got you to make love to me on the kitchen table in front of everyone."
"That would have been great." It seemed the right answer, although he parked the thought that although he liked to watch, he was uneasy about being watched himself.
"I don't suppose that we can go back to the party now."
"It would lack a certain spontaneity."
"I suppose you're right." She sounded disappointed.
"I have a suggestion, Roxanne."
"Yes, David."
"Why don't we pretend that the bed is the kitchen table and that we are been watched by all the people who were there?"
"That sounds fun."
"I thought it might be."
She then said, "Actually let's go downstairs. There's a table in the kitchen."
It seemed like an abuse of hospitality to having sex in someone else's kitchen without asking permission especially as food was likely to be prepared on it in the morning. It was different at Steve's as he was in a position to say no.
He looked around the room and spotted an alternative. "How about the desk? We can pretend that it is the kitchen table at Steve's."
She thought about this and then nodded and accepted this substitution. Phew.
He positioned her on the desk and adjusted her dress so that it was like she was immediately before she had called a halt to Max's ambitions.
He then switched out the lights, saying to her, "It will be easier to imagine that people are watching us. After all the pictures are better on the radio." Only then did he take off his trousers and underwear and put on the condom. He believed better safe than sorry.
They then heard the front door open downstairs and the voice of Trixie saying "You're right it wasn't far. You said you had some jelly for me upstairs."
Bloody hell, he'd forgotten about Team DP who really were going for gold tonight.
Beneath him Joanna giggled. He decided that it was best to get started and try to ignore his friends and Trixie. He certainly did not want to explain KY Jelly to either Joanna or her alter-ego Roxanne.
Joanna gave him his cue. "I've never seen one that big or stiff before. Show all these people what a good fucking looks like."
The next hour added to his sense that the whole night would be in the top five most memorable evenings of his life. Joanna kept shouting out words to the effect that, "Max, don't you wish that you were inside me now. I don't mind if you wank yourself off while a real man gives me the seeing to that Roxanne deserves."
