The grey post sack was propped up against the bedroom wall. Terry sat on his bed, still wearing his Royal Mail uniform. It was early morning and Terry had had enough of his job. Delivering thousands of letters and parcels during January in the wintry cold was a nightmare. The snow was coming down heavy this morning and he was cold to his bones within minutes of starting his delivery. He had quit and taken that day's post home with him. They would be hell on if he got caught. Interfering with the post was a serious offence and could land him in prison.
He grabbed another piece of post from the bag. A birthday card by the look of it. He tore it open. A card to Barry from his parents with a twenty pound note in it. Terry tossed the card to one side and shoved the note in his jeans pocket.
Behind him on the floor Tim was watching porn on the TV. "Look at the tits on that," he muttered.
Terry glanced at the TV. A woman was being stripped by three naked men. On the screen the woman's panties were torn off and she was pushed back onto a bed.
"Turn it down man, me mam will hit the roof if she hears that."
Tim was the same age as Terry, 25 and he was a tall, short, fat man with a shaved head and beady green eyes. He was unemployed and was always in Terry's bedroom watching porn.
Neither of them had girlfriends but they were always horny. If they weren't watching porn, they would be out trying to get sex one way or another. They weren't picky. Any woman would do. Tall, thin, fat, old or ugly. As long as they spread their legs and let them take turns to fuck them senseless. After all a hole was a hole.
"Slag will get exactly what she deserves," Terry said, watching TV as one of the men spread the woman's legs. "I'd put myself between her legs like a shot."
Terry was a tall, thin man with short blond hair and cold blue eyes.
While Tim watched Porn, Terry rifled through the post bag. An electricity bill was opened, followed by a doctor's appointment and a solicitor's letter "There has to be something interesting in this lot," he muttered to himself. "More money would be nice."
He grabbed another item. This one was a large envelope with private and confidential written on the front. It was addressed to Amanda Dean. He opened it and tipped the contents onto the bed. A magazine, letter, cheque and Polaroids lay on the bed. He picked the Polaroids up. An attractive, petite woman with brown hair that reached her shoulders and blue eyes wearing a red dress smiled in the first image. She was curling her boobs and pouting her lips, as she posed for the camera. The second photograph reveals the woman lying on the bed in a white bra and knickers. The dress next to her. The next picture shows the lady completely naked, lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Her arms were up in the air. In one hand she had her knickers and in the other her bra. In the last picture the woman was on her hands and knees with her arse towards the camera.
Terry glanced away from the Polaroids. He picked up the cheque. It was addressed to Mrs Amanda Dean. It was for one hundred pounds. Taking hold of the letter, he read it: Dear Amanda, I would like to thank you for the pictures that you submitted. We are pleased to announce that it was published on page 47 of this month's reader wives. As requested we have not published which part of the UK you are from.
"Dirty bitch," Terry muttered. His cock started to throb. He picked up the issue of Reader's Wives and flicked to page 47. Amanda's pictures were there.
He glanced at the address on the envelope. 22 Heslop Drive. Terry had delivered the post there for months. He thought back and could remember seeing Amanda a few times. She was married with two kids. Very pretty but stuck up and a complete bitch. A bitch with a nice, tight arse. She complained about her gate being left open and had reported Terry at least once that he knew of.
"Look at this Tim," Terry said passing the magazine to Tim. "Page 47."
Tim opened the magazine to the page and whistled softly. "What would I do to her? Very nice."
Terry passed the Polaroids to Tim. "Eh," Tim muttered.
"She is a reader's wife," Terry laughed and rubbed his cock. "Dirty bitch. There were returning her pictures. She only lives around the corner."
"We should visit her. Return her pictures." Tim laughed. "She would do anything to keep it quiet."
Terry nodded. "She wouldn't want her neighbours to find out. Her work colleagues. Her family even."
Tim had an erection as he stood up staring down at the polaroid. "I want to fuck that bitch hard. We can take turns."
