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I had to fasten the seatbelt for her because her hands were shaking so much; had to reassure her she was safe and was going home, that everything was alright and that I still loved her while she babbled on and on about managing a bigger prick.

Still massively aroused she babbled madly when I got in and started the engine.

“See you next week love!” someone shouted.

I wound the window down and said “yes ok!”

“Fuuuck!” Annette mouthed incoherently, lolling in the seat like a doll, her body loose and limp and actually stinking.

“How many were there?” she asked the moment we set off.

“Three or four!” I answered casually.

“D…...don’t lie to me!” she moaned “It felt more like ten……!”

“Alright!” I said “Lets say a dozen!”

“Yeah……fuck yeah! A dozen fuckers!”

“Thirteen with that old guy who had you across the seats……”

That had been one of the high points of the night, I thought. Or one of the low points perhaps, the old man in blue overalls had obviously been turned on by the taste of mixed of semen ‘cos he’d got very horny while he was sucking her. He must have been one of the truckers I reckoned, specially awoken from his cab to join the queue for her favours. He’d nothing on at all under the blue boiler suit which had unzipped conveniently all the way down the front.

“He fucked me di’nt he?” she asked loudly “I know he did!”

“Probably!” I agreed knowing only too well he had. He’d been the one with by far the biggest prick.

“…… a dozen, yeah oh……oh……”

“You still wanting it?” I asked wondering what else I could do for her.

“Fuck yeah!” she babbled drunkenly.



I didn’t stop her when she undid her seatbelt, leaned over my lap and began to suck me. She didn’t have too much trouble; my trousers were still undone anyway and my soft erection hadn’t gone down all that much since our earlier encounter. Had there been a man abroad at that late hour I would have stopped and offered her to him. For a moment I considered a detour through the town centre where surely some blokes might, at two thirty in the morning still conceivably be. Then as we drew to a halt at some traffic lights I realised the state she was in.

To say she stank would be putting it mildly; she reeked most powerfully of sweat semen and rank, excessively overrun sex, smelled so strong that even the most disreputable drunk would think twice before approaching her, exuded an aroma so powerful that for once I really could only think of her as a slut.

Suddenly I knew what the word really meant, as she hunched there crookedly, gobbling on my limp prick, a woman who’d abandoned her morals in favour of a life of carnal excesses, giving herself freely to anyone for sex. What did that make me then, I wondered, the husband who’d aided and abetted her in the orgy of debauchery?

I drove slower after that, when the lights turned green, fiddling with her tits in between changing gear. Had I left the lorry park too soon I wondered, while there were still some who hadn’t done her.

I found a nipple, pinched it then tugged on the ring sharply, making her jump. I wanted to cum on her face, on her breasts, anywhere on her, in her, all over her, wanted, suddenly really wanted, more men to use her before the night was ended.

I’m getting a bad as she is, I told myself, never being satisfied, always wanting more, wanting bigger, better. Yes I really did want to cum some more and as she gulped and sucked and tightened her lips I grew hard enough to think I might actually do so before much longer.

Eventually we left the lighted part of the town and turned onto the last familiar mile. I slowed even more, changed down a gear but I hadn’t managed to cum by the time we got home. I let her finish me by the back door of the garage and when I did cum Annette swallowed what little there was very carefully.

She calmed down a lot after that, cool night air helping a good deal I think. I unhooked her leash when she had finally done but she stayed kneeling while I undid her collar.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, when I’d taken it off.

“Exhilarated”……she said after a moment “achey and a teeny bit sore…...”

“But you still want it?”

Annette nodded dumbly.

“Don’t know what’s wrong with me” she said quietly “While I was with those men I felt so powerful……they thought they were taking advantage of me but……you know……it was the other way round really……”

“You can get up……”

“I want you to feel how wet I am. Go on……feel me. Touch me like all those other men did……”

………………

I got her upstairs and into the shower eventually, then got in it with her to ensure she didn’t drown.

“Sunday tomorrow?” she murmured at one point.

“Sunday now!” I corrected. It was close on three a.m.

She giggled, soap bubbles slithering down her thighs in rivers.

I shampooed her hair, turned the shower head to fine spray and rinsed it while she jiggled and gasped and turned her back to me.

She had some bruises on her buttocks I noticed suddenly, finger marks where someone had held her and what looked like a bite mark on her lower back but they didn’t hurt she hastened to assure me when I commented on them.

“I’m a bit sore underneath though……someone with rough fingernails I think!”

So I washed her crotch again with the soapy sponge, back and forth a dozen times. Once for each of the men who’d fucked her though when I thought about it I realised there had probably been more.

There was a little cut on her perineum when I looked at her later, when she had dried, put on a bathrobe and lay on the bed. A little cut, more of a scratch really. Something a clumsy, over eager man with coarse hands might make. Her lips looked swollen too, especially the flesh around the rings.

“Some clumsy bastard has scratched you!” I said.

Annette grinned sheepishly.

“I think I know who and……I’ve already bitten him back!”

Between us we applied an antiseptic cream and soon after that, not far off four o’clock, we went to bed.

I must say I fell asleep almost straight away but for once Annette was ahead of me. For once she was asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Quite rightly I suppose, of the two of us she was most in need of a good sound sleep. For once I didn’t dream, or if I did it was not memorable. I did awaken briefly, once when we turned together and again when, too hot, I had to move away from her a little. The morning was half done by the time we woke up properly and lunchtime by the time I’d thought about making any breakfast.

………………

She was stiff and still sore when she got up to go to the loo so I reapplied the salve when she came back, massaging it gently into her skin and instantly earning myself the label dirty old man.

“Playing around with my bottom like that!” Annette scolded “At your age. You ought to know better!”

The scratch had very nearly gone anyway but I continued rubbing the place with two fingers until she jerked away quickly.

“I know what you’re after!” she teased cheekily.

“No you don’t!” I said.

Annette pouted.

“Not going to wear any clothes today!” she announced defiantly “None at all! Not a thing!”

“Suits me!” I told her simply. “I reckon you’re randy enough to drive to work like it. You wanted to go on a Sunday, didn’t you”

Annette clapped her hands delightedly.

………………

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon by the time we got out of the house and into the car, Annette wearing only griptop stockings and flat shoes. I put some odds and ends into a bag for her, just in case. Those tight jeans and a loose blouse to be exact.

“I’ve lost weight since we’ve been fucking!” she said as she positioned the seatbelt across herself carefully.

“Your tits are no smaller!” I said.

“But my hole is bigger!” she laughed. “Its been stretched……”

“Both holes!” I told her quietly.

“Oh yes!” she said

We passed a few people that afternoon, none of them close enough to take any notice of us. We were just a faceless car passing them in the street, not an oversexed woman driving with no clothes on, that was until we had to stop at a red light on the ring road. It was a pedestrian crossing as you might have guessed, with a two men wanting to cross with their dogs.

Annette always sits low in the car when she drives but here, in broad daylight on a pedestrian crossing, it made no difference. One man looked in and waved, initially in thanks for our stopping then noticed Annette’s boobs and said something to his companion. Ten seconds later both men were staring into the car as if they’d never seen a naked woman in their life.

When the lights changed in our favour Annette waved to the pair gaily, tooted the horn and drove off.

“Who is going to be next I wonder!” I asked.

Annette laughed.

It was the driver of goods vehicle, appropriately enough, an overalled man with a face as round as a steering wheel. His glimpse was only brief as we were travelling in opposite directions and at speed but I am convinced he got a good eyeful nonetheless.

Then we were out of the town itself and into the short stretch of countryside between the town where we live and the one in which Annette works. A country road essentially where it would be unlikely, I thought, for us to encounter many people out here.

We did of course, a party of walkers with rucksacks and gaudy clothing who crowded around the car when Annette stopped to let them cross the road. Almost without exception they grinned and waved, blew kisses or gave the thumbs up sign. Even some of the women waved and smiled, which delighted Annette no end.

We reached the car park outside Annette’s workplace after that without further incident and were both relieved and disappointed to find it deserted.

“This is my spot” she said driving in carelessly “Where I usually park……”

“……yes?”

“Well aren’t you going to fuck me here?”

“I thought that was what you’d ask!” I said.

So on a Sunday afternoon in summer in a not really secluded corner of an open carpark on the edge of town my naked wife got out of her car, walked round to my side and climbed in on top of me.

We’re going to have to stop meeting like this!” I said, half joking when the car began to bounce and rattle.

“It’s the only way I know of to meet my kind of men!” she told me jokingly.

“Oh! What kind is that?”

“The sort that will fuck me, obviously……!”

Well we took our time but no-one came to watch. In fact nobody even so much as looked our way and for one mad moment I considered going back to the lorry park again.

“No-ones coming today” I told her “You must have frightened them all away!”

Annette snorted. “Frightened? Some of them were I think!”

“Dunno why” I said “One woman against all those men……”

“Mmmm yes…...” she mused thoughtfully “but how many men does it take?”

We ground to a halt eventually, both too complacent and relaxed to pursue the session to its end, too familiar with each others foibles to need to go in search of any more, too content I think and that, maybe, bordered on being dangerous.

She sort of slipped back into the drivers seat after a while and we just sat there side by side with the windows down listening to the CD.

“What’s next in your scheme” I asked lightly. “More dogging……?”

Annette looked into space.

“I think I must……”

“Ok!”

“……for a while longer anyway”

The CD ended and another began, all automatically down there behind the back seat somewhere, all very cleverly. Man has mastery, almost, over such things as he has invented but not, almost, in the workings of a woman.

She sat softly relaxed, loosely, as carefree as any woman could be who is contented with what she has while knowing there is more if and when she wants it.

“You’ve the lesbian encounter to arrange yet……” I suggested softly.

Annette smiled.

“Looking forward to that one!” she admitted.

“Shall I be involved in it?” I asked tentatively.

“We’ll see……but probably that might depend upon the other girl……”

“Yes……and if she really is a lesbian rather than bi?”

“Mmmmm! S’pose so!”

Well I had been having some thoughts in that area already but I didn’t tell her. The time wasn’t right. I’d already arranged to meet Toby again on Monday to arrange the next and probably the most erotic of Annette’s piercings and some ideas for a girl to girl encounter were coming from that. Toby, I knew, had rather more than just a big cock up his sleeve, if you see what I mean.

We drove home eventually and uneventfully, another item from the wishlist having been completed. And so the weekend ended with Annette well and truly fucked and me rather relieved to know that she was going back to work first thing in the morning.



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