All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
This was Thursday morning, the fourth day of my weekΓ’β¬β’s holiday, but as we had workmen building a garage for us, I was making myself busy around the house. So here I was in the bed room, picking up the childrenΓ’β¬β’s clothes ready to put into the washing basket, when I heard the boss of the workmen calling me from down stairs.
Γ’β¬ΕMrs Holmlund. Can you spare me a moment?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBe right with you. Γ’β¬Β
I made my way back downstairs to the little study where my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen had come in a few minutes earlier, asking to use my PC to find a local stockist of some parts he needed for the garage door. So naturally, IΓ’β¬β’d just logged on, and brought up my internet browser for him, and then IΓ’β¬β’d left him to find what he wanted. As I was coming down the stairs, I assumed, like most men who are good with their hands, he was like a fish out of water on the PC, and needed my help.
So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
Γ’β¬ΕWhat do you make of this?Γ’β¬Β
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
Γ’β¬ΕWell? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesnΓ’β¬β’t know about these?Γ’β¬Β
I tried my best to sound in control.
Γ’β¬ΕYou shouldnΓ’β¬β’t be looking in my private mail account.
Γ’β¬ΕIf I keep quiet, what will you do for me?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWhat do you mean?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΒYou know what I mean. Will you fuck?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo. You canΓ’β¬β’t ask that of me. Please. IΓ’β¬β’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕMy, arenΓ’β¬β’t we the little angel.
Well I guess at this stage, IΓ’β¬β’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, IΓ’β¬β’m married to GΓΒΆran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and BjΓΒΆrn 6. I am 32, and IΓ’β¬β’ve been so very wicked. My GΓΒΆran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know youΓ’β¬β’re thinking, Γ’β¬Λwith true love there can be no butsΓ’β¬β’. In truth, I would never cheat on GΓΒΆran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I donΓ’β¬β’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.
So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for Γ’β¬ΛsexΓ’β¬β’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After IΓ’β¬β’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasnΓ’β¬β’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with GΓΒΆran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didnΓ’β¬β’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.
Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I wonΓ’β¬β’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.
Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. IΓ’β¬β’d been fingering myself all the time IΓ’β¬β’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times IΓ’β¬β’d come I canΓ’β¬β’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, heΓ’β¬β’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadnΓ’β¬β’t mentioned it, but IΓ’β¬β’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.
Then I waited and waited. Day after day IΓ’β¬β’d dash to the PC after work to see if heΓ’β¬β’d replied. Three days, no reply.
It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but heΓ’β¬β’d supplied me with a list of the stories heΓ’β¬β’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again wonΓ’β¬β’t go into detail, but when I couldnΓ’β¬β’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series heΓ’β¬β’d written.
I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldnΓ’β¬β’t stop reading.
So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well IΓ’β¬β’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what IΓ’β¬β’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my GΓΒΆran ever found out, IΓ’β¬β’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.
So back to my predicament.
ΓΒ Γ’β¬ΕMy, arenΓ’β¬β’t we the little angel. So what about these stories youΓ’β¬β’ve been reading?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕThey're nothing. I read them with my husband. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYou bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut theyΓ’β¬β’re just stories. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOk then. LetΓ’β¬β’s see shall we? IΓ’β¬β’ll print one out, and you can read it to me. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕIf I read one, will you promise not to tell GΓΒΆran?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell maybe. LetΓ’β¬β’s see if it gets me turned on first. Γ’β¬Β
HeΓ’β¬β’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, heΓ’β¬β’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
Γ’β¬ΕCome-on then, you sit here and IΓ’β¬β’ll stand behind you.
As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
Γ’β¬ΕPlease no. I donΓ’β¬β’t like you touching me. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI donΓ’β¬β’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I havenΓ’β¬β’t got your knickers off. Γ’β¬Β
I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like IΓ’β¬β’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy.
Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
Γ’β¬ΕP p please d donΓ’β¬β’t. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕJust keep reading. Γ’β¬Β
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldnΓ’β¬β’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.
Γ’β¬ΕMy! That does do it for you. Γ’β¬Β
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didnΓ’β¬β’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
Γ’β¬ΕOk my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?Γ’β¬Β
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldnΓ’β¬β’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk.
Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasnΓ’β¬β’t making my control any easier; heΓ’β¬β’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my GΓΒΆran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor. ΓΒ Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.
When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
Γ’β¬ΕPlease. My GΓΒΆran doesnΓ’β¬β’t like anyone smoking in the house. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut heΓ’β¬β’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕPlease.
Γ’β¬ΕWill you promise not to tell GΓΒΆran now?Γ’β¬Β
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
Γ’β¬ΕWell you were pretty good, so I guess youΓ’β¬β’ll be safe for now. But IΓ’β¬β’ll keep this lot, itΓ’β¬β’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before weΓ’β¬β’re done here. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕPlease IΓ’β¬β’ve done what you asked me to. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, weΓ’β¬β’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, IΓ’β¬β’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasnΓ’β¬β’t that bad was it?Γ’β¬Β
I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both JohanΓ’β¬β’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor.
So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what IΓ’β¬β’d just done for him. I know I couldnΓ’β¬β’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didnΓ’β¬β’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what IΓ’β¬β’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.
He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
Γ’β¬ΕAre, there you are. I was calling but you never answered. Γ’β¬Β
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
Γ’β¬ΕYes. Is there a problem?Γ’β¬Β
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
Γ’β¬ΕNot if you look after us like you just did for Johan. Γ’β¬Β
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
Γ’β¬ΕOk. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to GΓΒΆran?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWe have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNot if I get my ball sack emptied, I donΓ’β¬β’tΓ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell turn around then; weΓ’β¬β’ll do it down stairs. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo my dear.
Γ’β¬ΕPlease donΓ’β¬β’t do that, I beg you. Γ’β¬Β
The hand kept forcing and before IΓ’β¬β’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
Γ’β¬ΕYou can beg all you like my dear. But if you donΓ’β¬β’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then IΓ’β¬β’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you wonΓ’β¬β’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs. Γ’β¬Β
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom.
This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.
Γ’β¬ΕI see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked. Γ’β¬Β
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with StennΓ’β¬β’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.
Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked.
Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my GΓΒΆran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if GΓΒΆran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with StennΓ’β¬β’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.
Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
Γ’β¬ΕOh fucking yes! SheΓ’β¬β’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her. Γ’β¬Β
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms IΓ’β¬β’ve ever had.
Γ’β¬ΕSee if you can find a camera, theyΓ’β¬β’re bound to have one. WeΓ’β¬β’ve got to get a picture of her face like that. Γ’β¬Β
You might have thought that on hearing StennΓ’β¬β’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didnΓ’β¬β’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to StennΓ’β¬β’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!
I wasnΓ’β¬β’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me. ΓΒ My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went IΓ’β¬β’m not sure.
When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what IΓ’β¬β’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my GΓΒΆran. So how could I do what IΓ’β¬β’ve just done? I feel so bad.
But the photoΓ’β¬β’s! TheyΓ’β¬β’re on GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s camera!
Γ’β¬ΕHey! You have to delete those pictures. Γ’β¬Β
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
Γ’β¬ΕWho the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband youΓ’β¬β’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕPlease I didnΓ’β¬β’t mean it like that.
Γ’β¬ΕThatΓ’β¬β’s better. Asking and begging.
Γ’β¬ΕCome-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕCan I put some clothes on, please?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell donΓ’β¬β’t fuck about.
So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder IΓ’β¬β’d made.
Γ’β¬ΕDo you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes sheΓ’β¬β’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this. Γ’β¬Β
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. IΓ’β¬β’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched IΓ’β¬β’d ever felt in my life.
How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes IΓ’β¬β’d gone from pleasure the like of which IΓ’β¬β’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!
How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I donΓ’β¬β’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes IΓ’β¬β’d now been unfaithful to my GΓΒΆran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? IΓ’β¬β’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my GΓΒΆran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they havenΓ’β¬β’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and GΓΒΆran mustnΓ’β¬β’t find out. HeΓ’β¬β’d take my babies from me, and then IΓ’β¬β’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that IΓ’β¬β’d done wrong. No. GΓΒΆran is not going to find out! IΓ’β¬β’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from GΓΒΆran.
IΓ’β¬β’d heard their loud banter going on, as theyΓ’β¬β’d been going through the pictures that IΓ’β¬β’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadnΓ’β¬β’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
Up until now, only GΓΒΆran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
Γ’β¬ΕYouΓ’β¬β’re back. IΓ’β¬β’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, IΓ’β¬β’ll bring some blank CDΓ’β¬β’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes, thatΓ’β¬β’s not a problem is it? They wonΓ’β¬β’t damage it. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut if GΓΒΆran finds them?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕLook you werenΓ’β¬β’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldnΓ’β¬β’t come up with some of the filth thatΓ’β¬β’s in the stories she reads.
Γ’β¬ΕPlease donΓ’β¬β’t say things like that about him?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You donΓ’β¬β’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕThatΓ’β¬β’s not the truth. His stories are not filth. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΒWhat all that fucking with dogs and horses, you donΓ’β¬β’t call that filthy?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕItΓ’β¬β’s not like that. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI beg to differ. ThatΓ’β¬β’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI know there are animals, but itΓ’β¬β’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕSounds like shit to me. But I guess if youΓ’β¬β’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, weΓ’β¬β’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money.
As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as IΓ’β¬β’ve already confessed, IΓ’β¬β’m a dirty bitch. I donΓ’β¬β’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, heΓ’β¬β’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.
Γ’β¬ΕFucking hell Stenn, havenΓ’β¬β’t you had enough for one day?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕGo on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes thatΓ’β¬β’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and sheΓ’β¬β’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.
Γ’β¬ΕSo does that go for me as well?Γ’β¬Β
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead IΓ’β¬β’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long IΓ’β¬β’d be on the floor.
Γ’β¬ΕOh, come-on then.
So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.
I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though IΓ’β¬β’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time theyΓ’β¬β’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear.
Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.
This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now IΓ’β¬β’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.
Then as my GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my GΓΒΆran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I donΓ’β¬β’t think IΓ’β¬β’m going to be able to do this. Then as BjΓΒΆrn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet GΓΒΆran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.
Γ’β¬ΕHey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh god. Sorry. Oh GΓΒΆran, I love you so much. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕHey Camilla. WhatΓ’β¬β’s wrong?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNothing. I just love you.
His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
Γ’β¬ΕWell thatΓ’β¬β’s a sight you donΓ’β¬β’t see much any more. Γ’β¬Β
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. GΓΒΆran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
Γ’β¬ΕAh. ItΓ’β¬β’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors.
Γ’β¬ΕIΓ’β¬β’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say. Γ’β¬Β
GΓΒΆran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then heΓ’β¬β’d turned to look at me.
Γ’β¬ΕItΓ’β¬β’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo GΓΒΆran. ThereΓ’β¬β’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.
Γ’β¬ΕSee my dear. Well itΓ’β¬β’s like this Johan, as I say sheΓ’β¬β’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesnΓ’β¬β’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWhy of course we will. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut GΓΒΆran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you donΓ’β¬β’t like smoking in the house. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕSorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo problem Mr Holmlund.
With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, GΓΒΆran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect GΓΒΆran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, IΓ’β¬β’m just bad.
The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and GΓΒΆran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then GΓΒΆran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day.
So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasnΓ’β¬β’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
Γ’β¬ΕGood morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes thank you. I suppose youΓ’β¬β’ve got those blank CDΓ’β¬β’s you want burning?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell yes I have, but IΓ’β¬β’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldnΓ’β¬β’t want to let him down, now would we?Γ’β¬Β
By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
Γ’β¬ΕOk. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo my dear.
Then Stenn spoke up. Usually heΓ’β¬β’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while heΓ’β¬β’d been talking.
Γ’β¬ΕDonΓ’β¬β’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought weΓ’β¬β’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here. Γ’β¬Β
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of Γ’β¬ΛOh God!Γ’β¬β’ was now more one of Γ’β¬ΛOh Shit!Γ’β¬β’
Γ’β¬ΕI promise I wasnΓ’β¬β’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do. Γ’β¬Β
Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
Γ’β¬ΕSee Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today. Γ’β¬Β
Then turning to me.
Γ’β¬ΕArenΓ’β¬β’t you my dear?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes.
Γ’β¬ΕSee we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husbandΓ’β¬β’s camera, and be quick about it.
Γ’β¬ΕBut what if anyone calls to visit me?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldnΓ’β¬β’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture. Γ’β¬Β
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks.
Γ’β¬ΕOk slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕHang-on boss, youΓ’β¬β’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYours? I didnΓ’β¬β’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕThatΓ’β¬β’s not fair boss I pull my weight. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell you know the sun-trap?Γ’β¬Β
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required.
Γ’β¬ΕWell you know the sun-trap?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWe ought to, thatΓ’β¬β’s what weΓ’β¬β’ve been building these last few days. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell wouldnΓ’β¬β’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, weΓ’β¬β’ll be able to do what we want with her. But weΓ’β¬β’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.
Γ’β¬ΕOk boss. But I bet weΓ’β¬β’re finished before 12:00. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want. Γ’β¬Β
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that theyΓ’β¬β’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes.
So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe canΓ’β¬β’t call it rape, it certainly wasnΓ’β¬β’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
Γ’β¬ΕShall I start from where we got to yesterday?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNo. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather wonΓ’β¬β’t know whatΓ’β¬β’s going on. Γ’β¬Β
Stenn butted in.
Γ’β¬ΕI donΓ’β¬β’t suppose it will matter, IΓ’β¬β’ve read these kind of stories before, and theyΓ’β¬β’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned. Γ’β¬Β
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
Γ’β¬ΕNo I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWhat ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse. Γ’β¬Β
So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud.
IΓ’β¬β’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
Γ’β¬ΕStenn. Fuck me Stenn. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYou what!Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNow Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕFucking hell sheΓ’β¬β’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it. Γ’β¬Β
He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
Γ’β¬ΕFuck me Stenn. Make me have it.
They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didnΓ’β¬β’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than IΓ’β¬β’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and IΓ’β¬β’m sure even they lost count.
I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CDΓ’β¬β’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CDΓ’β¬β’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s camera, which contained the pictures theyΓ’β¬β’d taken of todayΓ’β¬β’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which IΓ’β¬β’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I donΓ’β¬β’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my GΓΒΆran about me.
So off I go, and before long there are three CDΓ’β¬β’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.
I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CDΓ’β¬β’s when I hear someone at the front door.
Γ’β¬ΕHi Lena, come-on in. I wasnΓ’β¬β’t expecting to see you today. Γ’β¬Β
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
Γ’β¬ΕGod Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell in a way it GΓΒΆranΓ’β¬β’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didnΓ’β¬β’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least theyΓ’β¬β’re decent. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕIΓ’β¬β’ll say theyΓ’β¬β’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh Lena.
Γ’β¬ΕNo I think IΓ’β¬β’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh theyΓ’β¬β’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesnΓ’β¬β’t leave much to the imagination. ThereΓ’β¬β’s the phone, IΓ’β¬β’ll have to get that first, once IΓ’β¬β’ve got changed IΓ’β¬β’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, youΓ’β¬β’re almost naked, and you donΓ’β¬β’t even know those guys.
So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what theyΓ’β¬β’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until theyΓ’β¬β’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me theyΓ’β¬β’d soon be finished.
Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided IΓ’β¬β’d make my way outside. SheΓ’β¬β’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.
Γ’β¬ΕLena. Are you alright?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕGod Camilla.
By now we were back indoors, and IΓ’β¬β’d poured her a stiff drink.
Γ’β¬ΕNow tell me what happened. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if heΓ’β¬β’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWhy on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; youΓ’β¬β’re not exactly dressed like a nun.
Γ’β¬ΕSo what happened?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕAnd then he got on top of you?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell not straight away. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕGo on then, what happened next?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didnΓ’β¬β’t mean to pull his shorts down. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕNot on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕSo whoΓ’β¬β’ll believe that? So I guess once youΓ’β¬β’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕIt all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didnΓ’β¬β’t stop. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell really Lena, did you expect them to?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕI guess not.
So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least sheΓ’β¬β’s held up the work, so they wonΓ’β¬β’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, sheΓ’β¬β’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, sheΓ’β¬β’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts.
Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
Γ’β¬ΕOh god, here we go again. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕHold-up there Stenn. I said weΓ’β¬β’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on. Γ’β¬Β
So I looked like IΓ’β¬β’d be safe until the job was done.
Γ’β¬ΕHave you done those photos for us?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕYes thereΓ’β¬β’s three CDΓ’β¬β’s on the kitchen table. Γ’β¬Β
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.
Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
Γ’β¬ΕHereΓ’β¬β’s the CDΓ’β¬β’s. IΓ’β¬β’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill.
Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my GΓΒΆran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before GΓΒΆran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didnΓ’β¬β’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided IΓ’β¬β’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.
After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and GΓΒΆran answered it.
Γ’β¬ΕCamilla, itΓ’β¬β’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice. "
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
Γ’β¬ΕHello, Camilla speaking. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕHello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck. Γ’β¬Β
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had GΓΒΆran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
Γ’β¬ΕWhatΓ’β¬β’s wrong dear? Who is it?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕCat got your tongue?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕErr. ItΓ’β¬β’s no one dear. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕBut youΓ’β¬β’ve gone all pale, you look terrified. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕOh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friendΓ’β¬β’s dog has died. Γ’β¬Β
Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
Γ’β¬ΕNow I wonder why youΓ’β¬β’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet youΓ’β¬β’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again. Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕWell who is it?Γ’β¬Β
Γ’β¬ΕItΓ’β¬β’s just someone from work, but sheΓ’β¬β’s too upset, thatΓ’β¬β’s why her husband has rung me.
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