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Wife's Revenge - 2
by Lesley Dudley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Wife continues her escapade to get revenge on her
husband by entertaining his workers. (MMF, wife, exh,
oral, anal, orgy)
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PART 2
I met up with my new conquest a couple of times for
repeat sessions in the cab and made sure he gave my
unwitting husband the full picture, and while he was not
the most attractive or the most fastidious guy I'd been
screwed by, he was certainly up there with the most well
equipped. Not only that, he had an enthusiasm for
getting down and dirty that was completely honest and a
lot of blokes could do worse than emulate this.
My lorry driver, Donk, pulled pints in the evenings at a
pub in Wednesbury, called the Fiery Holes I think. He
was mates with a bloke from the factory called 'big Al',
who by reputation was as wide as he was tall. Donk was
organising a lock in for Al's birthday with a few mates
at the pub and they were trying to book a stripper-gram.
I volunteered and suggested they invite their boss (Gary
my husband) to 'take a look at the slut Donk was
shagging.'
Everything went smoothly and having left the kids in the
care of the Mother in Law. I arrived at the pub just on
closing time, dressed in my city girls outfit grey pin
striped suit, black seamed stockings, killer heels and
Warner's black underwear. By the time the doors were
locked, there were about 20 or so men of all ages and
variety left and I was the undisputed centre of
attention. I'm no snob but this pub was rough by any
standards and just the quality of my outfit marked me
out as from a different league to the rest of the party.
No sign at that time of Gary.
Free drinks were served, then just after midnight Donk
put on the stripper. Corny I know but a great tune to
take your kit off to. I shimmied over to Big Al who was
playing pool (or maybe it was snooker) and pulled him
into the centre of the room. No soft lights, just
functional florescent. Swaying to and fro, draping
myself over his considerable bulk, I shed my jacket,
blouse then skirt under his nose, getting him to help
with the buttons and zips. When down to my bra, french
knickers and stockings I started on him, loosening his
shirt, unbuckling his belt.(no easy task under his
overhanging belly)
The audience completely taken by surprise, were quiet at
first but now were shouting encouragement to me and to
Al. He was grinning like a cat that got the cream, his
hands resting like bunches of sausages on my hips.
Opening his shirt I ran my hands over his immense hairy
belly and chest. He pulled me to him. I couldn't touch
my fingers behind his back. Turning my back on him I
wriggled my behind into his crotch. Al's shovel hands
came round to cup my breasts pulling the bra down to
expose them to the audience and rolling my hard nipples
between his fat fingers.
Twisting round in his embrace I deftly unhooked the bra,
discarded it and dropped to my haunches in front of the
birthday boy. His waist band button was taut under the
pressure of his restrained bulk. The tips of my fingers
hurt as they sprung it open and eased down the zip of
his jeans. I sensed the room go quiet as my hands
slipped behind to explore his buttocks. (How is it that
fat blokes can sometimes have really tight hard arses?)
Slowly I began to ease down his boxers.
His cock was in that half hard state surrounded by a
nest of curly black hair. There was an audible intake of
breath from the watching men and then a muttered cheer
as my tongue lapped round the thickening member then
drew it into my mouth. It was a pretty average as
equipment goes, uncut but no worse for that and it was
easy to work my mouth back and forth on it.
Engrossed as I was, I was only barely aware of a change
in the level of the background babble. Then I heard
someone say, 'The fucking gaffers here!' Big Al stopped
my gorging on his cock and lifting me bodily,
effortlessly span me round, stripping off my silky
knickers with his other hand. Holding me under the
waist, he cursorily opened the moist folds of my fanny
before pulling me abruptly onto his cock till my behind
nestled under his belly against his crutch. Gripping my
hips firmly he jerked me back and forth on his dick as
easily as if I'd been a blow up doll. His mates loved
it. 'Dip your bread Al' shouted someone as my
oscillations became more frenetic.
Every bit of me was on the move under his onslaught. I
tried to look for my husband amongst the spectators as I
was bounced around, but without success. Attempting to
steady myself I found myself almost bent double and
holding onto my ankles. Out of the corner of my eye I
spotted him at the back by the bar. He looked uneasy. I
knew this was not because someone else was 'giving me
one.' He was always happy to watch that, but because the
'someone else' was one of his employees, as were many of
the audience. He would be worried lest they found out it
was his wife that was providing the entertainment.
Suddenly static, Big Al held me close into his groin and
I felt his prick pulsing inside me as he came. As he
relaxed I stepped away his softening dick flopping into
view. Brian (Donk) stepped in from the surrounding
circle of blokes, a big broken toothed dirty grin and
his prick erect, protruding from his trousers. Turning
me round to face Al he bent me over and pushed me into
the doggie position on the beer sticky carpet. 'Come on
girl, suck him back up, it's his fucking birthday.'
With that he positioned his much more serious weapon
against my oozing cunt and began to push. His nine
inches slid steadily in as I began once again tonguing
the slimy tool of Big Al. Donk set up a purposeful
rhythm not to fast at the same time teasing my clit.
Al's rough hands kneaded my tits as I gobbled on his
flaccid member slowly feeling it respond and fill my
mouth. Soon I was the one jerking as every stroke
triggered a heightening of the sensation in my fanny. A
couple more blokes stepped forward and were wanking
close to my face, looking to me for the go ahead to join
in. Polite or what?
Giving Al a rest I accommodated both pricks
alternatively until they spasmed jism onto my face and
hair. For a time, I was there and not there, so close to
orgasm I couldn't concentrate on the now several cocks
presented to me. (after the first two it was apparently
open season) and just knelt there, head lolling and
rolling with the impact of Donk's thrusts, willing the
wave of sensation to engulf me. Momentarily I caught
sight of my husband watching my performance, not jerking
off as he almost certainly would in any other situation
, but certainly taking in the scene albeit with some
reserve. There was no reserve on my part and as the
climax took me over I gasped wildly to whoever 'don't
stop! don't stop! don't stop!
Donk took me at my word and continued his battering
until still cooing a series of oohs and aah's I felt
his cock pulsing its stuff against my cervix. His cock
withdrew and I felt its end being smeared across my arse
cheeks. 'Get in there mate' I heard Donk say and my
vacant cunt was plugged with another prick which began
to thrust vigorously. Hands gripped my head lifting it
up and a shiny bulbous knob pushed against my lips. I
let it invade my mouth and tongued it as it oscillated
through the pursed ring of my lips.
I sensed they were getting confident now and more
imaginative realising they had this woman who would
apparently do anything. 'Does she take it up the arse'
asked some bloke from behind me. Donk replied. 'Try her,
her doe say no to much, but lube her up a bit fust.' My
head was suddenly gripped tight as the cock in my mouth
jabbed violently spewing its load into my throat. I
swallowed to avoid choking. The prick withdrew, its
purple head trailing jism down my chin.
Suddenly my cunt was vacated and I felt the warm spatter
of spunk on my buttocks. Pulled to my feet, I was hauled
over to where a young guy in a wheel chair was fisting
his dick. 'Go on luv, mek is day' commanded Big Al
bending me double and guiding my face down onto the
protruding dick. Thinking I was maybe doing a bit of
social work I went to it with enthusiasm.
The chap was making all the right noises and
anticipating another mouthful of spunk I was slowing
down when without warning a couple of thick fingers
began to ream and penetrate my bum hole. The ease with
which they slipped in reassured me they were well
lubricated. They were replaced by what felt like a thick
cock which slid determinedly past my sphincter and up my
arse. The weight of a belly on my back betrayed Big Al
as its owner as the prick began a steady reciprocation.
'Never dicked a birds arse,' I heard him grunt. Someone
behind me jeered 'Give her cunt some of this!' I felt a
cold sensation against the lips of my vagina and
realised Al was trying to ease a bottle of some sort up
me.
Gently he manoeuvred it until I felt the neck slide in.
Then the pressure as he steadily pushed until the full
girth of the bottle was stretching my cunt wide,
heightening the stimulation from my anus. I was unable
to concentrate on the cock in my mouth, so the young
chap just gripped my face and jerked it up and down on
his member.
Globules of jism spluttered in my mouth as
simultaneously Big Al pulled me to him for maximum
penetration, his knob twitching inside my anal tract as
his sperm pulsed out. Almost immediately his cock
collapsed and I felt my contracting arse muscles eject
it, spunk dribbling down my legs.
There was a scramble to get at me now with every bloke
wanting a piece of the action, and the earlier caution
and courtesy forgotten. Hands grabbed and squeezed. The
wheel chair guy was pulled away and two pricks competed
for the attention of my my mouth. Another larger dick
was pounding my arsehole while an anonymous hand pulled
and pushed at the bottle. I was held up by groping hands
and hard pricks placed in mine. It must have been
impossible to see me in the mellee. A second orgasm
threatened, my legs began to shake and in spite of the
attendant hands I sagged to my knees.
The buggering continued as did the bottle fucking until
I shuddered and collapsed on my side. As I spasmed on
the floor my juices gushed round the bottle. My various
partners continued to probe and fondle my body as I lay
there, stimulating their frenzied wanking. The cock
withdrew from my arse shooting its stuff over my
buttocks. One by one the remaining erections jettisoned
their contribution over me. Suddenly everyone seemed to
have had enough. I was sort of aware of chaps pulling up
their trousers and tucking in shirts as I lay in a
sticky mess on the lino.
Getting to my knees, I began to ease the bottle out of
me. Looking round I realised my husband had slipped
away, to avoid any embarrassing moments. I would have to
face him later. Donk came over and suggested a souvenir
photo.( Thank god it was in the days before mobile
phones could take pictures.) The publican produced a
polaroid from somewhere and snapped as the blokes stood
behind while Big Al snogged and groped me.
For the last photo Donk suggested I squat on the bottle
(Manns brown ale by the way), hold a dick in each hand
and suck on Big Als prick. By way of a finale it seemed
ok. Everyone cheered and it was all over. I began to
gather my clothes and get dressed. My stockings were
ruined and Al asked for my knickers as a keepsake. Guys
were leaving in ones and twos, coming to me for a peck
and last minute fondle.
Donk walked me a little unsteadily to my car. It was
after 2.0am and I still had to face my husband.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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