SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 2010.
As is usual on these occasions Marie's ebullient spirits made it plain she knew what to expect while I, also as usual, remained in the dark. I'd been instructed to pick Miss W and Max up from his house having been told only that another of my wife's fantasies was about to be enacted. Marie wore a sleeveless top, rather low cut, and the inevitable short skirt. Her legs were bare, the day being a hot one.
With Max and Miss W in the back I drove to his instructions, eventually finding myself on a very quiet road I was familiar with from years back.
"Stop!" he called suddenly and reaching over to squeeze my wife's thigh, added, "This is where you get out, it's about to start. Excited?"
"God yes!" Marie exclaimed, opening the car door.
She began walking along the road away from the car and I looked quizzically at Max.
"We'll just sit here and wait," he said, a grin on his face.
There was virtually no traffic on the quiet country road as we watched Marie walking away from us, the sight of her short skirted figure and swaying bottom producing the inevitable erection.
The silence was broken by a noisy pick-up truck with a couple of old washing machines on the back driving by us, followed by a large dark blue and battered looking van, both vehicles stopping just beyond Marie.
"Looks like traveller's eh, Perkins?" Max said.
I nodded and he went on, "I seem to recall you don't like travellers."
"They're alright," I muttered, noncommittal.
"They're alright but not living near your premises. It was mainly through your objections that the traveller site proposed for the outskirts of the industrial estate, next door to your works in fact, was scuppered in favour of the more residential area where it wouldn't impinge on your sensibilities."
I said nothing to that, Max knew full well the stance I'd taken on the issue and the strings I'd pulled to affect the outcome of an enquiry.
With Marie's quickening pace taking her ever closer to the vehicles I saw a number of men climbing out of them, their appearance confirming in my mind that they were indeed members of the travelling community. When she drew close to the van words were clearly exchanged but we were to far away to hear. However, the rear doors of the van opened and more guys appeared. The newcomers seized my wife and almost before I realised what was happening threw her roughly into the back of the van, a couple of guys following her in. Before the doors closed I caught a glimpse of my excited looking wife on the van floor, her skirt having ridden up on landing, pink knickers fully exposed to the guys.
The vehicles moving off Max told me to follow them. Not for long though, both pick- up truck and van soon turning off the road onto a track leading into a small wood. On Max's instructions I followed and parked behind the van.
"Out you get. Let's see what's going on," the grinning Max said.
I followed him over to the rear doors of the van and with a sense of foreboding looked in through one of the small windows.
It had only been a matter of minutes but already my wife had been stripped naked by the men, a sight which clearly delighted Miss W.
Altogether there were nine of them, far too many for the van to hold, and so most joined us to watch through the windows.
"Get your kit off ready for a turn lads. Hubby here will hold your pants while you all do the business with his wife," Miss W urged.
Laughing, the travellers divested themselves of trousers and underpants which were handed to me and I soon found myself in the humiliating position of holding a large heap of clothing belonging to the guys queuing up to fuck my wife.
Through the window I could now see a broad and powerful looking backside rising and falling steadily between Marie's thighs, just about all I could see of her other than her hands at the sides, a penis in each.
The men succeeded one another and Miss W hissed in my ear, "This is only for starters. Once these lads have finished with your wife she'll be taken to the Spinney traveller site where others will be able to do as they want with the slut."
Feeling decidedly foolish I remained in the ignominious position of holding the men's trousers and underpants while one after the other they climbed into the van to have sex with my wife.
Once all nine had fucked her, a very hot and sweaty looking Marie was lifted from the van and carried a bit further into the wood. Placed upright facing a sapling, Marie's wrists were tied to it quite low down, the reason for that becoming apparent when her ankles were yanked backwards until my wife's body was at a right angle to the tree. The rough treatment and the position she found herself in clearly excited Marie who squealed almost hysterically as her feet were forced apart and held there by a metal bar, the ends of which were strapped to each ankle
Marie appeared exhilarated by her helplessness as many hands groped her sweaty body. Fingers pinched and pulled at my wife's nipples while others were thrust roughly in and out of both vagina and anus.
"Look at the spunk running down your wife's thighs from the sluts overflowing cunt," Miss W taunted. "Now it's the turn of her bum hole to be opened up, ready for the scores of lads waiting to do her at the traveller site."
Max dragged me forward to make sure I could see as the first of them, the same broad powerful looking guy who went first in the van, drove his penis into my wife's anus with a force that made her yell. Leaning over her he grabbed Marie's breasts as he bum fucked her with the same steady rhythm as he'd done it to her in the more conventional way earlier.
My wife's yells and screams rang out in the woodland as penis after penis drove into her anus, clearly delighting Miss W who taunted her that this was merely the hors d'oeuvre for the main course still to come. However, I think that both Max and I knew her screams were of excited anticipation at the prospect of being used and abused by lots more men, than anything else.
Five of the travellers had anal intercourse with my wife and it seemed to be at an end, or perhaps I hoped it was.
"Right lads, back in the van with the bitch and take her to the Spinney," Miss W commanded in her usual imperious tone.
Marie squealed excitedly as she was manhandled to the van and thrown roughly into the back of it. It moved off, as did the pick-up but in the opposite direction, and at Max's orders I followed the van, driving towards the traveller site with a sense of foreboding. At the entrance to the traveller site a rough looking guy stepped into the road and on recognising Max greeted him.
"This the bastard who doesn't like our kind is it?" he said, turning his attention to me.
"Yes, is his wife here?" Max said.
"Oh yea, the boys are stringing her up as planned. A good looking piece."
"Good, let's go and see!" Miss W jumped from the car and headed towards a derelict house on the edge of the traveller site, abandoned as I knew, by the owners at the time it was set up.
Max and I followed and we heard Miss W's exultant laughter long before we entered the door less house, her laughter drawing us to what would have been the lounge. In the musty-smelling room with flaking paintwork, I gasped at the sight which greeted us. My naked wife was hanging upside down, her ankles secured far apart to hooks in the ceiling. Marie's fingertips just about brushed the floor, her long curly hair cascading down between her hanging arms. Suspended there, legs held wide apart by the hooks, Marie plainly revelled in her helplessness.
There were a number of travellers in the room one of who bent his head between her thighs to inhale deeply.
"What a smelly cunt!" he exclaimed, continuing to sniff.
"Of course it is she's just been fucked nine times, the slag's a whore," Miss W told him. "You're all getting it for free though."
"This one game as well is she?" an oldish looking guy said to Max, catching Miss W by surprise as he yanked her skirt up.
"Stop them Max!" Miss W appealed as another guy pulled her tights and knickers down to her knees.
Max watched for a few seconds, a faint smile on his face, and only called a halt when one of the men forced a hand between the screaming Miss W's thighs.
A flustered Miss W quickly pulled her knickers and tights back up before approaching my helpless wife and bringing her hand sharply down between her thighs.
"That was your fault bitch," she told Marie and proceeded to spank her buttocks, the travellers clearly enjoying the spectacle.
As Marie's howls rang out, the room seemed to fill even more, and there must have been ten or more guys watching by the time Miss W had finished venting her spleen.
"Cut her down and take her upstairs for the next instalment," Miss W told them before kneeling to hiss in Marie's ear, her voice barely heard above the hubbub, "Now your going to be fucked by scores of guys, cock after cock drilling your sluttish cunt and bum hole. You won't know what day it is by the time they've finished with you."
