TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2007.
It was late by the time we'd finished the Polish lorry and the driver, in halting English, asked if he could park up overnight. Well I certainly didn't want to leave him on the premises and eventually managed to convey to the guy that he needed to drive out onto the Industrial Estate where overnight parking is common place. It was as he climbed up into his cab that Marie came out to see if I was ready to leave, the rest of the staff having gone by this time. Usually my wife and I travel into work separately but as her car was being serviced we were both in mine.
"Pity I didn't come out earlier, he was rather dishy," she teased.
"He's parking up on the estate overnight so perhaps you're not too late after all," I commented, not that I ought to encourage her.
Well, to cut out unnecessary verbiage, some fifteen minutes later saw us walking along the side of the white trailer and on reaching the grey cab found the door open and the young driver, late twenties or early thirties, doing his paperwork.
I introduced him to Marie, learning in return that his name was Mateusz.
With his limited grasp of English it was difficult to make him understand and embarrassingly I had to repeat myself several times before Mateusz realised I was offering him a sex session with my wife. Once he got the picture however, the driver jumped done to shake me by the hand.
Marie's excitement was plain to see as pulling the tightish skirt high up her thighs, she climbed into the cab, ably assisted by Mateusz hands on her bottom.
He followed her up and muttering something that sounded a bit like, "No room for you," pulled the door shut and drew the curtains in the cab.
The window however remained open and I spent forty very embarrassing minutes standing beside the lorry listening to the sounds of their lovemaking within. My wife's strident cries were a clear indication that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
At least the lorry was parked on a reasonably quiet stretch of road, not that there are ever many people walking in the Industrial Estate, situated as it is on the edge of town.
Eventually the cab door swung open and a half naked Mateusz grinned to see me standing there patiently waiting. He helped Marie down while she descended with a large amount of thigh on display, and as we walked away shouted something after us. I turned and caught my wife's knickers as the laughing Pole threw them at me.
"I couldn't be bothered to put them back on in the confined space," Marie explained, before giving me a quick kiss during which I'm certain I could taste Mateusz penis on my wife's lips.
I slipped her knickers into my pocket and back home went to hand them to her but Marie smiled and said, "Perhaps you need to make use of them. Go to your room and do it while I take a shower."
Well I knew what she meant by that and in my bedroom swiftly shed trousers and underpants. Then I removed the naked photos of my wife that Doug had left me and with her knickers wrapped around my penis masturbated, well aware of the ignominy of the proceeding. However, due to frustration I'd masturbated twice by the time Marie finished her shower and came in to show me the small love bite Mateusz had left on her upper thigh.
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FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 2007.
The washing machine having broken down Marie took the afternoon off to wait for the service engineer. When I arrived home from work I was surprised to find the service van still parked outside. Either he'd been late getting to us or the repair was proving to be a long job I thought, letting myself in. Of course I ought to know better by now but am still a bit naïve I suppose.
Anyway the clothing scattered about the lounge coupled with Marie's ecstatic cries from upstairs, quickly disabused me of my first supposition.
There seemed an inordinate amount of male clothing mixed up with my wife's but that was quickly explained when I found two guys on the bed with her!
"She said you wouldn't mind," the elder of the two, both of who were black, said diffidently.
"Yea, said you like to watch her getting fucked," the younger and brasher one added with a grin.
Marie, seeming oblivious of my entry to the bedroom, continued her ministrations to the younger guy's penis, licking and kissing it lovingly.
The elder slipped from the bed and introduced himself as Logan, explaining that the other, Osman is a trainee learning the ropes, thus explaining why there were two of them.
"We'd both fucked your wife and would have been out of here but she wanted more," he explained, gaining in confidence when he saw the avid way I was watching Marie sucking Osman's balls.
"Get your cock out and play with it if you want," Osman called, having noticed the furtive rub I gave the front of my trousers.
The contrasting skin colours were a real turn on and despite, or perhaps because of, the humiliation I knew I'd be exposed to if they saw the size of my penis, I unzipped and released it. I wasn't wrong; Osman's contempt when I released my erect penis and began masturbating was obvious to us all.
"Not surprised your wife wants more now she's got the chance of real cock," he jeered, directing Logan's attention to the smallness of my penis.
The older guy also laughed, half turning to show me that his flaccid penis was considerably bigger than my erect one.
I was revelling in the situation though and not content to masturbate in front of the laughing Logan and jeering Osman, heard myself asking if I could take photos. Logan agreed, with the proviso that faces were concealed, but Osman demanded payment for their services. In my desire for photos I would have agreed to anything I think and told them I'd write a cheque for the one hundred pounds Osman demanded, to be shared between them.
"No, cash only," Osman said, rolling my wife onto her back to thrust a hand roughly between her legs.
Explaining that I didn't keep that sort of money in the house, I was watching his black fingers drilling in and out of Marie pink vagina lips, fingers which were suddenly withdrawn when he said, "In that case then no more action."
Marie's wail of disappointment prompted me to ask the guys if they could come back tomorrow, when I would have had a chance to visit a cash machine. Logan replied in the affirmative but Osman, perhaps sensing that they were on a good thing, said, "Yea but it will cost you double if we give up our Saturday."
I hesitated but fearing Marie's disappointment, her transparent frustration that the session seemed to be over was clear to us all, eventually agreed to Osman's terms.
"Great. One hundred quid each and you can take as many pictures as you like while we fuck this little lady into the ground," Osman said bending to kiss her vagina, the back of his black head contrasting erotically with the pasty white flesh of Marie's thighs.
Seeing them out I asked Logan to use the company van tomorrow and be sure to carry their tool kits into the house in case neighbours saw them. I could always explain that the washing machine needed parts they hadn't got with them today.
SATURDAY, APRIL 21, 2007.
It was afternoon before the guys arrived, Marie's emotions changing from excited anticipation, to impatience and finally downright fear and frustration that they wouldn't turn up. Towards lunchtime I even phoned the service company at her insistence, only to get the answer phone.
Anyway, just before two pm they arrived and I was pleased to see them carrying their tools into the house. Marie greeted them both with a kiss while I closed, locked and bolted the door. One of our neighbours has a habit of ringing the door bell and walking straight in.
His arm round my wife's waist, Osman asked, "Have you got the money feller?"
I silently handed them each an envelope containing one hundred pounds but then had to watch in embarrassment while Osman counted his. Logan just pocketed the envelope and seeming surer of him today than he had yesterday, pulled Marie to him for another kiss, this time kneading and squeezing her bottom.
Marie wore a very short figure hugging red dress with nothing underneath, although I was ignorant of that until Logan communicated the fact to Osman. The younger guy having finished counting the money stowed it in his pocket before shedding his clothes. I suggested we all go up to the bedroom as that's where I'd set the camera up on a tripod. I also intended using Marie's camera as a hand held. Whooping excitedly Marie led the charge upstairs chased by a laughing Osman, Logan and I following more sedately.
She was already naked and happily sucking on Osman's penis by the time we joined them in the bedroom. Logan undressed leisurely while watching my wife at work on Osman's penis and balls with her tongue, and I began taking photos. When the second guy joined in I managed to get a couple of really good pictures of Marie licking the tips of both cocks simultaneously.
Next, Logan stretched out on the bed and Marie knelt over his face. While she took his penis into her mouth Logan gripped Marie's buttocks to pull her vagina down onto his questing tongue. Then, and to my astonishment, Osman began running his tongue along the crevice between her buttocks. I could hardly believe what I was seeing but when she raised her lips from Logan penis to squeal delightedly I knew the guy was licking my wife's anus.
It wasn't possible to get very clear photos of what was going on but whenever I look at them in the future I'll know that the guys are tonguing my wife's vagina and anus simultaneously. I'll also remember the two wild orgasms she experienced in quick succession while it was happening!
I wasn't all that surprised when Osman wanted anal intercourse with my wife, nor her enthusiastic agreement. In two minds whether to take pictures of something I still regard as rather sordid I hesitated, until a wild cry from Marie as Osman's penis drove into her anus prompted me to pick up the camera.
"I'll take the pics, looks to me like you need a wank," a smiling Logan commented, nodding at the erect penis protruding from my open fly and taking the camera from my hand.
