| Straight: Orgies and Gangbangs: Construction Worker's Slut (1/4) |
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One day last summer I went to work feeling absolutely ill, thinking I could work it off. Turned out I was wrong - after about an hour I felt so terrible, I just had to leave. I arrived back home to find two builder’s vans blocking my drive, meaning I had to park round the corner. We were having our kitchen and dining room extended - I’d already mentioned to my wife Carole that the builders seemed to be taking their time on the job, though she hadn’t responded. I headed down to the side of the house now, looking through a damaged fence slat as I walked by - and what I saw made me come to an abrupt halt. A couple of builders were standing around as if on a break, and there was Carole, walking into view with a tray of drinks - topless. I knew she felt comfortable sunbathing in our secluded garden, but I was surprised she’d chosen to do it with the builders here. It got worse though - as she moved closer, I realised she was totally naked. Another builder appeared behind her as she put the tray of drinks down, cupping her breasts in his hands. “ I’ve finished my tea - now I want my dessert,” I heard him say, then he took her hand and they disappeared from view. I went round the front of the house, where I quietly let myself in. I needn’t have bothered being so careful - with the noise coming from the dining room nobody would’ve heard me. I went into the lounge and looked through the gap in the dividing doors, and there I saw a sight that made me feel physically sick. My beautiful, loving wife of 17 years, who I thought had been faithful to me as I had to her, was lying on the dining room table, sucking one bloke’s cock, her legs hung over another builder’s shoulders as he ploughed into her cunt. A third man was sucking her tits and rubbing her clit. Three others stood around calling out obscenities, saying what they were going to do to the “slut” when it was their turn, none of which seemed to faze Carole as she feasted eagerly on the cock between her lips. She climaxed noisily as the men pulled out almost simultaneously, ejaculating together, Their lust sated, they pulled up their jeans and headed off - it seemed as though they weren’t even bothering to work on our extension. “See you later Carole,” one of them shouted, “make sure you wash your cunt out before we get back.” As another builder moved towards my wife, his cock in hand, I staggered away - the last thing I saw was Carole bent over, holding onto the table as another guy entered her from behind, pulling on her tits as he did so. I drove round aimlessly for a while before pulling over into a lay-by, my stomach churning. I must’ve fallen asleep - I woke with a start at about half past three that afternoon, and decided to drive back. When I got home the two vans were still there, and I crept into the house once more. Feeling drained and faint, I looked into the dining room, where the scene hadn’t calmed down any. There was Carole, rivers of spunk running down the insides of her legs, sucking one bloke off as he sat on a dining room chair while another pumped into her from behind. I was about to retreat upstairs when one of them |
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