Abigail Visits My Work
Abigail and I were newlyweds in love. That didn't stop her from fucking other guys though, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Most guys were good about it, like my pa and my uncle Scott; they enjoyed fucking Abigail and treated her just the way she wanted while remaining respectful to me. Sex was fun for us as long as no one got possessive and tried to supplant me as the main focus of my wife's affections. Occasionally, we ran into guys who just didn't get it. Usually we could avoid anyone we had a bad experience with, but we had some trouble with a foreman at my work.
We worked long days logging; often I didn't get home until well after supper. Sometimes when I got home Abigail was entertaining one or more men or was lounging around after some man had just serviced her. Most guys get scared and run off when I arrive, but those that know us and how we live our lives stay and let me watch before I have my own turn with her.
The point is, all the guys in our crew usually got home after supper, so most of them had little time to do more than eat and sleep before going back to work the next day and that was if they were married and had a wife to cook for them. The single guys, which were most of them, had to either make or buy their own supper before they could eat and sleep. So, during those long hour days most of the complaints heard around the logging site were guys bitching about their lack of pussy either because their wives or girlfriends were too tired or they didn't have a regular fuck partner. I was a rare case; married with a wife who loved to fuck more than anything else in the world.
Shortly after we got married, Pa, tired of hearing all the guys complain, came up with an idea. He didn't even bother asking me first, but went straight to the foreman and asked if one day he could bring a woman to fuck all the guys throughout the workday. The foreman, not believing Pa could pull it off, laughingly agreed as long as she agreed to fuck all the guys (she couldn't call it quits halfway through) and as long as we still got all our work done. Now logging is hard work, but one guy missing for twenty to thirty minutes wouldn't cause too much trouble; hell, some guys spent that much time in the shitter. Pa assured him he knew a gal who'd fuck everyone, no problem, and that we'd do the same amount of work.
I usually rode with Pa and Uncle Scott to work so on the ride home pa told me about his plan and asked if Abigail could come up the next day. I was twenty at the time and Abigail was eighteen, fresh out of high school and she hadn't found a job yet. She spent most of her day finding guys to fuck so I didn't think she'd mind coming up to the site to fuck the guys there.
In fact, when I told her about it that night she was very excited at the prospect of having a whole crew of cocks to service her during the day. We had a pickup with a canopy, which I usually left with her during the day while I rode with Pa. We had a mattress for the back of the pickup that we threw in the bed of the truck when we went camping. We decided to bring that so she'd be comfortable while she serviced the guys.
Pa and Uncle Scott arrived at our place the next morning and the four of us piled into the truck. Abigail sat between them while I drove. I couldn't see everything that was going on as it was still dark out, but from her giggles I assumed they were pretty free with their hands while during the drive. Who could blame them? Abigail wasn't wearing very much, just a tank top, shorts, and flip flops which had become her standard attire since graduation.
The sun was just coming up when we arrived at the logging site. One of the trucks was already there waiting to be loaded. Our crew consisted of six guys, plus the foreman who graded the lumber, and the truck driver made eight. Sixteen eyes were on Abigail as she got out of the truck.
The foreman, a short but well built bull of a man, walked over to us cockily. "God damn Allan!" he exclaimed to my pa, "I didn't think you'd come through." He looked Abigail up and down hungrily. "This must be your wife Scotty," he said to me. Rumors about my wife had circulated through the crew and I suspected at least one of the other guys besides me, Pa, and Uncle Scott had fucked her before; an eighteen year old who had graduated high school at the same time as Abigail.
"Yes sir, she is," I replied.
The foreman's smile grew wider and he took Abigail's hand and kissed it. "Welcome to our worksite Miss," he said trying to act gallant but he didn't even bother getting her name. He called all the other guys over and explained what was happening. They all came over, including the truck driver. "This little lady has agreed to fuck all of us today," he told them. "Now, we're all going to take turns; I'm going first, then you Emmitt since you'll have to leave once the truck's loaded, then the rest of you go by seniority," he explained. That meant I'd be second to last and would get to hear her accounts of the six guys before me and possibly a seventh if the second truck of the day arrived before then. "I expect you all to work hard and do the same amount of work as any other day, or I'll file complaints on all of you and this will never happen again."
Murmurs of consent ran through the crew. "Come on little lady," he said taking Abigail's hand, "let's get you started."
I watched the bullish foreman lead my sweet wife off to our truck. I had asked Abigail to leave the canopy open and the tailgate down if she could so I might sneak a peak of the action but was disappointed to see the foreman pull both closed behind them as they climbed into the bed. I shrugged to myself thinking that as the day got hotter most of the guys would opt to leave it open for comfort.
I didn't like the foreman much. He was one of those guys that tried to make up for his shortcomings with his overbearing personality. He was often putting the rest of us down to make himself feel better. Still, he was a bright man, but he lacked genuine confidence and tended to manage the rest of us with threats and fear tactics.
My truck remained still for a few minutes but then started rocking, slowly at first, but was soon shaking back and forth so hard I worried that the brake might not hold it steady. The logging site was of course noisy so I couldn't hear the cries and wails I knew would be spewing from Abigail's mouth as she got fucked but I could tell from the truck's movement that the foreman was giving her a good hard fucking.
It probably lasted about fifteen minutes but it seemed like I stole quick peaks at my truck as it rocked back and forth for an hour before it slowed and stopped. All the other guys were looking too and looking at each other with giddy smiles on their faces. A few minutes later the foreman slid out the back of the truck still buckling his belt. He nodded at the driver, Emmitt, who hadn't been doing anything but watching the truck the entire time. Emmitt eagerly walked over to the back of my truck while the foreman strutted in his cocksure way over to one of the choke setters, Dan, who was the only guy on the crew who got along well with him.
I could tell the foreman was bragging to him about what he'd done to my wife. I usually found such bragging laughable as my wife was the easiest lay in Crenshaw County, always eager to fuck any man anywhere that asked, but this situation bothered me. Usually we'd just leave if someone behaved this way, but here we couldn't without jeopardizing not only my job but Pa's and Uncle Scott's as well. I did my best to brush it off. At least he wasn't making comments directly at me yet.
Emmitt didn't last as long as the foreman or maybe it just seemed that way because I wasn't paying as close attention to the truck during his turn, but by the time he emerged his truck was half loaded. Pa was next and smiled encouragingly at me as he headed towards the truck. Pa left the canopy and gate open after he climbed in. I resisted the urge to remove my ear protection to try to hear when he was in there.
Pa lasted quite a while, no doubt because he was overly familiar with Abigail and her pussy. He had to have been in there with her for half an hour before he finished. He came out and Uncle Scott went in while the rest of us worked to finish loading Emmitt's truck. Emmitt took off while Uncle Scott was still with her. The next truck was still at least an hour off.
After Uncle Scott finished with her it was supposed to be Dan's turn but the foreman waved him off and walked back to the truck himself. He crawled back in and a few minutes later my truck was rocking hard again. He must have really been pounding her and he lasted a good long time this time, at least as long as Pa.
He finally emerged looking as cocky as before and Dan went for his turn. Without Dan to talk to this time the foreman acted even more obnoxious and even tapped me on the shoulder so he could tell me how much my wife liked his cock and that she admitted that he was one of the best fucks she'd ever had. I just shrugged; my wife said that to a lot of guys.
Clay, the man working beside me gave me an apologetic look. He was a couple years older than me, about the same height but was built more like the foreman and the only man who could probably take the other man in a fight one on one. But Clay was a quiet thoughtful guy, a true gentle giant. After the foreman left, Clay asked me about the relationship Abigail and I had and if I was really okay with what was going on. I assured him that we did things like this all the time and that we both enjoyed it. He didn't press but I could tell he had a lot of questions that he was too afraid to ask.
Dan came out after about twenty minutes. Clay gave me a questioning look and I smiled to let him know it was okay. He shrugged and headed towards my truck. Clay climbed into the bed and despite the heat closed it up. The truck rocked slowly while he was in there and I guessed it was more from his size than anything else. Before he came out, the next truck came. We started loading it while the foreman explained to the driver what was going on and clapped the man on the back as a wide smile split the driver's face. The foreman gave me a smug look as if to say I'd have to wait some more to have my own wife.
Clay emerged and the new driver went in while the foreman stared me down as if challenging me to argue. I just shrugged and smiled. My truck started rocking hard after the driver went in there. We started loading his truck. I couldn't help stealing glances as I patiently waited for my turn with my cock rock hard in my pants.
