Date: Fri, 29 May 2009 08:46:40 +0100 From: Nick 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. * * * * 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! * * * * To be continued - soon!