Having broken down a few barriers my wife seemed a bit more relaxed telling me about her and the workmen. She did however get irritated when I pressed for too much detail. Like, where exactly was everyone sitting? What precisely was she wearing? It was the detail that created a picture in my mind of the sequence of events and gave me the biggest turn on. Sometimes I asked her to tell me the same story again but the details differed. She related how during the morning she would get excited and turned on waiting for them to come round. They would start off just chatting and having a drink, then she would sit on someone's knee and they would all start to feel very horny.
Sometimes she sat on a knee and they just chatted while a hand stroked her pussy, her dress pulled up so they all could watch. Other times it got more active. Her hand would be put inside someone's pants and she would be asked to "play with it." While that was going on her front would be undone and her tits would be on display. " I started to wear buttons at the front all the time," she once explained, "To make things easier."
She told me that sometimes she stood against the kitchen sink with one of the men, her with dress undone all the way down and her tits out of her bra, masturbating him while the others watched. Once they all took turns at this, ejaculating on her. Sometimes she stood with her legs parted leaning against the worktop facing the seated men, whilst the man stood with her had her pants pulled to one side, his fingers inside her bringing her off. He stood at the side of her, giving his mates the best view.
"Did they ever take your knickers off?" I asked. "Couple of times," she admitted quietly. "The first time they asked me I said no, someone might come to the door. I could button up my dress quickly but didn't want to take my clothes off." "Otherwise you didn't mind?" I asked. "No. God, it sounds so bad!" she said guiltily. "We were stood against the worktop at the time, I had a man on either side of me, my dress undone. And before you ask - yes, I was playing with their cocks. I had one in each hand. They asked me to take them off, give them a proper look. When I said no one of the men told his mate to go and lock the door.
When he came back they watched me take my knickers off. I let them look and play with my pussy. They rubbed me and put their fingers inside me. They lifted one leg up on a chair to see more." "Did they fuck you?" "No, but I held their cocks against my clit whilst I wanked them off" "All three of them?" "Yes – all three of them," she admitted, looking down.
"Tell me something, honestly," I said. "Tell me when they first fucked you." Now this was a big step! "Don't spoil it by lying, just tell the truth."
"After I first took my knickers off for them I let them do it often. Sometimes they would take them off to get an extra thrill; other times they watched me do it. Also it was just two of them that came round mostly. The third had gone on holiday. I had been sat on their knees, without my knickers, my skirt round my waist, playing with their cocks. It just went all the way. They stood me up and one kissed me more roughly than usual. I could feel both their cocks pressing against my belly. They rubbed my tits and nibbled them harder than usual too. One said open your legs, I said no, but did it anyway. My head was turned to the side and I got kissed hard. Then I felt a cock against my cunt." (She had used that word again!) "I know I should have stopped it but I was too far-gone. I let him put it inside me. He fucked me standing up." "Did you let them both fuck you?" She nodded, "Yes, both of them." "And after that they did it often?" I questioned. She nodded again. "Whilst we're being honest, answer me something else. Did you sometimes suck their cocks?" She took a deep breath and nodded yet again. "While other watched?" She gave another hesitant nod. "Did they come in your mouth?" She broke down – now she started to cry. "Don't ask me any more," she sobbed. I think I'd pushed it too fast.
Now it all went wrong, I pressed for information like I was interrogating a criminal. Had she sucked them off? If she admitted to being fucked by two why be cagey about what else she had done? What was she hiding? One question however caused her to really go ballistic. That question was - "Have you done the same with other men?" She went absolutely "ape – shit".
The next few days were like World War Three. Until she had finally had enough and screamed at me, "None of it ever happened, it was all a lie. I only said it to turn you on in bed. You pestered me so I gave you a story. How long do you think their coffee breaks were?" she added mockingly. "Can you really imagine me doing something like that?"
To be honest I could not, but in fact she had done much, much worse. However it would take me almost ten years to find out – and the evidence would come from someone else. Someone who was there!
For the sake of brevity, and not boring the reader, I will summarise the next few years in a short paragraph or two. There were rows and recriminations. "Even if it wasn't true," I told her, "You have hell of an imagination. So how come our sex life is so boring?" Not helpful I know but there you are! It never stopped nagging at me. What was the truth?
