I decided to put on my mackintosh without my baby-doll nighty under it, I stuffed the nighty under my seat in an untidy ball, the lining of my coat felt wonderfully rough against my skin and as I adjusted my position in my seat the material drew roughly across my nipples making them stand out hard against the material, which caused the material to press harder against them, a wonderfully decadent, vicious circle.

I drove to the ‘Tesco 24’, it was around one forty in the morning, as I got out of my car I realised that my mackintosh, while wonderfully stylish, perfectly designed and totally practical, as a rain coat, did little to hide the more intimate parts of my body. I could have pulled the front over and used the button which lay hidden normally beneath the collar, that would have hidden my cleavage from view but, one of the more stylish features of the coat was that it had been designed to look like a horse riders coat, that meant that the bottom button on the front was actually around my navel and there was an open vent at the back to around the same height. I decided not to bother hiding my cleavage from view but I would have to be careful not to move suddenly in the light if the shop or I would reveal all to anyone looking, I also had to walk holding the coat closed below the bottom button as every step I took exposed way too much of my upper thigh.

I was most disappointed to find that the shop was totally empty, empty that was apart from two female shop assistants waiting patiently behind the tills. “OK, lets go and get our milk and chocolate from Asda”, the little voice in my head said, I had walked along each of the isles, I decided not to get the milk from Tesco’s, it was only a short drive to Asda and I was sure that there would be more people shopping there. As I was about to walk past the check-out, empty handed, I noticed the end of isle display, there was almost a mountain of condoms there, different manufactures, different colours, different shapes, a cornucopia of contraceptive delights. I had never in my life before brought a condom, when we were courting it was Harry’s job to provide the latex if he wanted to sample my body and after we were married I stopped him using condoms at all, I would have been happy to have fallen pregnant on my wedding night, never mind now, almost three years on. I didn’t even know if those things came in different sizes, or if men would prefer one type over another, I decided though, I needed to get me some, to get me some. I picked up a box of ten ‘Durex Feather Light’, the only reason I chose them was that the name stuck in my mind from when I was younger, they were the only ones that were sold at one time. I also picked up a box of three Virgin condoms and a pack of three ribbed ones. I cant believe how much I blushed as I paid for my little rubber collection. In my car I opened all of the packets, I dropped one of each types in to my handbag, and one of each into my mackintosh pocket, I decanted the last of each of the packets of three into the larger box and popped it into my glove box, “Why don’t we rename it a condom box”, I didn’t need to ask which of my two voices that came from, but she did make me chuckle as I drove out of the car park.

As I drove along the main road I was tempted to go back into the car park I was in earlier, just to see if there was anyone there to help me use one of my new collection of condoms, I could almost do a marketing trial, let men try all three and tell me which one they preferred. I noticed a taxi outside of Carols house, it drew my attention away from the road leading to the car park, just as well as I passed by the footpath I noticed the dark space beyond the small wood turned blue and red, the effect of a police car putting on its roof beacons to frighten off the couples parked up. I pulled up behind the taxi, I was glad to see that it was Carol that stepped out of the car. “Hi, Carol, are you going straight to bed?” I said, looking at the clock in the dashboard for confirmation of the time, “Sorry its so late” I went on. “I was going to have a quick coffee before I went to bed, come in”. I followed Carol up the path, at her front door she opened it and invited me to go in ahead of her. I had to do a little nifty footwork to avoid tripping over a pile of ‘stuff’ that seemed to be living in the passageway leading to the kitchen. “Tony’s not here” Carol said, I realised that comment was elicited because Carol had just received a flash of my bum from under the mackintosh’s rear vent. I stalled slightly, Asda suddenly seemed a little more inviting than Carol’s house just then but I carried on to the kitchen, I sat in the same seat as the previous night as Carol made the coffee, as soon as she placed the cup in front of me the kitchen door burst open. “I’m sorry Dell, did we wake you darling?” “No, I was on the Internet”, Dell was a young man, I put him at around eighteen or nineteen, he was dressed, only, in red boxers and a white vest. He was ruggedly handsome, had a square jaw line, dark tanned skin, extremely muscular arms and legs and his medium length black hair was perfectly styled and gelled. Dell was obviously a man who liked to take care of himself. “Would you like a coffee darling?” Dell nodded his head, my inner voice was saying a little prayer to the god of crumpet, “Please don’t let him take his coffee to his room to drink it”, she said that little mantra several times until Dell sat on the seat on the opposite side of the table from me, “Thank you God”, at least my inner voice had manors. I sat with my coffee cup in front of my mouth; I was half blowing the coffee and half using the cup to hide the smile that was splitting my face in two. “This is Tracey, she lives opposite the footpath, the house with the bay window”, Carol told Dell. “Oh! You have the Corsa with the neat paint job?”, I was impressed by Dell more and more, most men I knew would just laugh if I told them I owned a Corsa, but Dell had even noticed that it had a special paint job.

My cup was empty, I was still using the cup to cover my grin, I really felt like the cat that had all the cream in the world. Carol had finished her coffee long ago, she was ‘that’ spectator at Wimbledon, her head, whipping from me to Dell and back to me as Dell and I talked about anything and everything. “Well, Dell why don’t you make Tracey and you another coffee, I’m ready for bed now”, Carol kissed Dell on his cheek, I could just make out that she told him that she would be in his bed, just in case. My heart sank slightly, here was me hoping that Dell was just a friend of Carol’s and she was going to wait in his bed for him, dam, another deflation. Dell pored two coffees, he stood in front of me holding both cups, I could see from the movement of his lips that he was rehearsing something in his mind, eventually he blurted out, “Would you like to drink this upstairs?” It took me a while to process the information, I had already experienced Carol’s openness to sexual activity, was he inviting me to join him and Carol in his bed? My hesitation must have been seen by Dell as reluctance on my part, he was rocking from one foot to the other, he was half way to placing the cup in front of me and half way to walking towards the door. I stood up, I doubted my inner self would have allowed my voice to have said anything anyway, just in case it said something wrong.

I followed Dell up the stairs, the piles of junk I had danced around the night before were still there and it looked like others had popped over to visit. Dell danced his own dance around the obstructions with the skill of a ballet dancer. When he opened the bedroom door I recognised the squeak of the hinges as the door opened. The bedroom was totally different to the rest of the house, it was neat and tidy, nothing out of place, there was a table lamp illuminating the side of the bed, red chiffon had been draped over the top of the shade to further diffuse the gentle light from the low wattage bulb. There was also the scent of several essential oils in the air, I noticed a stain in the centre of the chiffon square that seemed to be drying before my eyes, Carol had obviously dressed the room for sex, I wondered how long it would be before she joined us.

Dell hopped into the double bed, he drew the duvet up to his chin and then threw out his vest and boxers, I stood playing with the foil packets in my mackintosh pocket, how do I bring them into the conversation? I had no idea. The pressure lifted slightly when I saw a box of ten Durex on the table, directly below the table lamp, I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, turned my back to Dell and allowed my coat to fall to the floor, I heard Dell gasp as my back was revealed to him. I sat with my back to him and quickly scooted under the duvet to join him. I hadn’t closed the bedroom door, as I was sure that Carol was just in the bathroom and would be coming through any second. Dell turned onto his side to face me, I was still on my back, Dell reached his right arm over me and rested his hot hand on my left arm, his mouth brushed lightly against mine, lips barely touching, then he moved his mouth to kiss my cheek, his face was so soft, he must have shaved just before we walked into the house, his face was so soft that he had to be using a good quality moisturiser, I wondered if it was his choice or had Carol seen the same article in Cosmo’ that I had seen, telling women to forget the ‘after-shave birthday’ present, buy him lightly scented moisturiser and get him to shave before bed, something well worth thinking about I say. I saw the time on the alarm clock, just coming up to three am, Dell and I kissed up a storm, after thirty minutes or so we were still kissing, Dell was rubbing my left shoulder, his had had hardly moved in the thirty minutes, I was expecting him to have been exploring my body with his hands but he wasn’t, I decided to try and move things on a little, I opened my legs wide, brushing his cock with my thigh as my legs opened. I felt a very wet trail from the tip of his extremely hard cock as it moved against my thigh. We kissed a little longer, my thigh pressing against Dell’s cock, I was increasing the pressure slightly and relaxing, it was like I was using my thigh to massage his cock, the wetness was increasing greatly too, Dell was obviously very excited, I looked at the clock once again, three forty am. I put my right hand under Dell’s side and pressed my hand into the small of Dell’s back and eased him over slightly so that he was more on his front than his side, his right knee fell between my upper thighs and his cock was now nestling in the gap between my thigh and my hairy mound. Again nothing but kissing, “Would you like to do anything else? I whispered in his ear, half of me thought that he was waiting for Carol to join us but surly not after almost an hour. “What would you like me to do?” Dell was starting to worry me a little, I nodded towards the bed side table and the packet sitting there invitingly, “OH, god, yes, sorry” Dell eased himself off of me and fumbled with the condom box, eventually he had a silver foil packet in his hands and they began to shake slightly. The package was eventually opened, Dell was obviously very inexperienced in the use of condoms but he eventually got it rolled down onto his cock. I pulled him roughly on top of me. My legs still wide open, it was a lucky shot but as I pulled him on top of me we ‘meshed’ together exactly, there was one sudden thrust and Dell was buried deep into my vagina. I felt Dell stiffen, every sinew in his body became taught then, “I’m really sorry, really sorry” I had no idea what Dell had to be sorry about, but he slowly withdrew and I looked down in horror to see sperm coming from the top of the condom’s tight rubber band. Not only had Dell suffered from the most extreme case of premature ejaculation but he had cum so much that he had quite literally filled the condom to overflowing. “Dam and blast”, my inner voice, the master of understatement said silently to me. I checked carefully, Dell hadn’t been in me far enough for the content leaking from the top of the condom to have been any risk to me. “There are more, can we try again?” Dell took his condom off, whenever Harry had used a condom he hardly filled the teat at the end, Dell had a good inch of fluid in the empty latex skin. The condom was thrown into a bin at the side of the bed and Dell eagerly plucked a fresh silver packet from the box, “No, for God’s sake go and pee, then wash your cock carefully with loads of soap and hot water before you try again”, I said. I stood leaning on the bedroom doorframe as Dell stood by the toilet bowl peeing, then I watched as he washed his cock carefully, when I was happy that there should be no stray sperm left in around his cock I told him to come back to bed. Dell was much faster to skin the latex down his shaft, he was hard within moments of sitting on the bed, I pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it on the floor, I took up my position in the centre of the mattress with my legs open wide, Dell’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me like that and he jumped on top like a stallion. He began to fuck like one too, I wasn’t complaining, it felt wonderful to feel that power between my legs but I pushed him away slightly, “Slow down Dell”, I told him. Dell began the slower, deeper thrusts of the more experienced man, he didn’t really understand my body very much and it took a long time before I began to get the feelings that would build into a half decent climax for me, but it was more because of my own movements than Dell’s. After three reasonable climaxes I looked over at the clock, almost five am, I asked Dell if he was ready to cum yet, that spurred him on to the stallion pace once again, he was fucking me fast and furious, something connected exactly right and he blew me to an amazing orgasm, we both finished our climax together. I felt warm and wonderful, I had finally managed to relieve the itch I had felt between my thighs for two days, I could feel Dell’s sperm, warm and sticky flowing inside of my body. “Rewind, I could feel his sperm, my god, I jumped up, almost throwing Dell onto the floor, there was no condom on his cock as it leapt out of my body. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, there was spunk flowing from me like I was peeing, Dell must have cum a cup-full into me. I saw the shower on the wall over the bath, quickly unscrewed the shower head and stood in the bath with the pipe inserted inside my vaginal cavity, I turned the water on slowly and after I felt my lower abdomen bloat up slightly I pulled the pipe out and the condom was washed out of my body. I continued to irrigate myself for a while and eventually the feeling of panic started to subside. Dell was standing in the doorway to the bathroom saying, “I’m sorry” over and over again, eventually I regained my composure enough to kiss him as tell him that it wasn’t his fault, I should never have been there in the bed with him at all, I was a married woman.

I decided to leave my car outside Carol’s house and walk home, it was almost six am and the last thing I wanted to do was wake Harry up putting my car on the drive, the milk man had beaten me home, there were two pints of fresh milk on my doorstep. I had to search for an old nighty that was in the wash-basket, I hated wearing clothes two days running but I didn’t want to risk walking up stairs and waking Harry so I put on a floor lengthed pink night dress that I had worn on Thursday night. I curled up on the sofa and drifted into a fitful sleep. The same thing kept running through my mind, I wanted a baby, wanted one real bad, now there was a possibility that I could have taken in enough of Dell’s sperm to have made me pregnant, I know that many women get pregnant by another man and just have sex with their husband at the right time so that he would think that he was the father. My problem with that is that I am blond, Harry is strawberry blond, we both have blue eyes, what were the chanced of the baby produced by Dell’s sperm being light haired or blue eyed, worse than nine to one against.

A loud crash from the kitchen woke me, I focussed on the clock, it was nine o’clock, I stumbled into the kitchen and Harry was fully dressed, he was in the process of writing a note, “Gone football, back sometime this evening, love H”. Harry asked if I had a bad night’s sleep, he nodded toward the living room and the sofa where I had supposedly spent the night, the whole night. “Pretty bad”, I replied, I told Harry to hold on a minute and I’d get dressed and go with him, Harry cleared his throat, “I have four other players in my car and were playing in Doncaster later!” Just one more thing I was to be excluded from, I felt dreadful, lack of sleep over two days and the sexual and emotional tension were beginning to catch up with me. I found Sandy’s telephone number, it took only a few seconds for her to answer, “Hi Sandy?” “Yes”, “Do you still have the keys for work?” “Yes”, “Can you get at the MAP?” “I can but if I do you have to tell everything”, “OK!” “Meet me outside work at eleven o’clock”, “OK”.

I met Sandy at the doctor’s surgery, we went through the palaver of the keys and the alarms, with one added twist, there was a key to the drug’s store at the back of one of the receptionists desk draws. Sandy opened the locker and took out a Morning After Pill from the container, then she switched on a computer and used the senior partners name and his id to open the computer screen, “He’s a total technophobe, we all have to know his password because he is always screwing up the system” Sandy said in explanation of how she had just hacked into the computer system. Sandy put down that one MAF pill had been prescribed to a woman in her eighties, “When they find that entry they’ll assume that it was just another cock up on old Dr, Pratchett’s part again.

Sandy and I went to her house for coffee; I looked over the place and was making encouraging noises about how nicely she had done the place up. I had started my tail at the point where I had tried to get Harry to make love to me, Sandy stopped me, she wanted all the details, what did I have on, how was Harry dressed, I back tracked and started over again in much greater details. When I mentioned how I was dressed and that I had seen Carol getting out of a taxi and asked if she fancied a late night chat, Sandy interrupted, “You wanted to let Tony get under your mac’”, “Tony wasn’t there” I said, “Yes! But you didn’t know that, did you?” I laughed, “I think subconsciously I was!” I then mentioned the man who walked in on us in the kitchen, I described his tanned muscular body in loving detail, all the time I was talking I was trying to decide whether to take that dammed pill or not. “Oh! You mean Dell”, Sandy said, I nodded my head enthusiastically, and explained that it was his fault that I needed the MAP, because the condom fell off and he had fired a pint of premium baby juice into me. Sandy went a little silent, she rummaged around in a draw in the kitchen and finally took out a birthday card, it had “Sweet sixteen and never been kissed”, on the front, and “Wishing you a Happy Birthday Dell, From Sandy and everyone at sixty-five”. I was fighting for breath, “That’s a trick card, Sandy, tell me that you have gotten it for him as a joke and he is nineteen or twenty or something!” I was well into babble mode when Sandy said, “Well at least he has managed to lose his cherry at last, you have no idea how difficult it is for a half-cast fifteen year old to get sex around here, “Half, Half, Half-cast, I spluttered out”, the pill was in my mouth and washed down with a large gulp of scalding hot coffee. There was no way I could have passed a child who was mixed race off as Harry’s in a million years, I didn’t have a clue whether I would have fallen pregnant or not but now I didn’t have to worry about it anymore, there would be other opportunities to get pregnant. “You’re becoming somewhat of a celebrity in the ‘hot housewife’s’ circle!” Sandy told me, she wanted to know if I would like to meet a few more men for uncomplicated sex, better make sure that you have your condom technique down pat though before you come around here for fun” Sandy said. When I looked at her as if I didn’t know what she was talking about she explained, “Get him hot and ready before you skin him, you skin him, never let him put it on himself, get him close by hand and only let him in you for the shortest time possible, if he doesn’t come kick his ass out and finish him with your hand”, Sandy showed me a few small, natural sponges, and a tube of spermicidal jelly, better still, use these things, they stop ‘funny guys’ like the one in the car park trying to open up your cervix, and to be sure to be sure, use condom’s and sponges, you use them over and over again, just wash them out. I pulled a face at the prospect of reusable anything going inside my precious place.

“Well, how about it, do you want to have a few new experiences while you wait to see if young Harry is going to play the innocent after his contraceptive injection is put in?” I wasn’t sure, last night had frightened me on so many levels that I was seriously thinking of calling in at a convent and seeing if they had any vacancies.