Lex Talionis; but Whose?

At thirty-six Brenda Lee is a few years older than Max; she works a couple of shifts each week, behind the bar in his local pub. It was up against the wall in that pub's rear yard that he'd first screwed Brenda; that was about four months ago and they'd fucked a dozen times since. Most often in the back of his works van, but a few times they'd taken a room at a nearby motel.

They kept the affair discreet, but some of Max's friends discovered their secret and all three voiced a similar opinion: ' Are you fucking crazy? Brenda might be hot, but you've got a beautiful wife at home; stick with Anna before you get your legs broken... or worse!' That was sound advice.

Anna is gorgeous, a typical 'English Rose'; tall, slim, fair-haired and blue-eyed; she might have been cast from the same mould as Princess Diana. Brenda meanwhile is Anna's polar opposite: Raven-hair and eyes, olive skinned and a body reminiscent of those voluptuous film stars from the 1950s and 60's; think Gina Lollobrigida or Sophia Loren; hence why she'd proven so hard to resist.

Brenda's looks might also be adjudged 'typical', which is what gave rise to those dire warnings: Brenda's a Gypsy, from Romani stock. While Brenda, along with her husband Colm -- he's an 'Irish-Traveller' Gypsy, apparently there's a difference, but God knows what that is -- and their kids live in a house at the other end of the village from Max and Anna, both were born in caravans on a 'travellers site'.

I understand that most of Brenda's family still live there -- it's about fifteen miles away -- but Colm's family are back 'on the road' moving around the country, no doubt stealing Range Rovers, horses and anything else that they can lay their hands on. Max had once met a younger brother of Colm's when he was visiting, but there's a whole tribe of them.

Anyway... Back to the story: It was early evening on a bright sunny Sunday. Unseasonably warm for early June; Anna and Max were taking advantage of the weather, sitting in their garden, sharing a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio and a bowl of cashew nuts. The sound of the garden gate opening -- it squeaks -- caught both of their attentions.

They were looking towards that corner of the house when five men strode onto the patio. Leading the way was a powerful looking guy in his late-forties -- He was actually a lot older - who Max didn't know, the two following were of about his own age and vaguely familiar. The final two Max did recognise; Zack and Dan, they're Colm and Brenda's sons and had just turned eighteen.

Having recognised the twins, Max guessed at the identities of the middle two; one was that brother of Colm's he'd met; Patrick, or Padraig... one or the other and marking their similarity he guessed that the other one was another of Colm's brothers? From there Max surmised that the older guy must be Colm's father; that was the only one he'd got wrong.

There was a tremble in Max's legs and an uneasy feeling in his stomach even before Dan pointed towards him and voiced "That's the fella Gramps... Max Taylor." That uneasy feeling resolved itself into a lead weight in Max's stomach.

The old guy gave him a cold stare as he growled "Good afternoon Max..." He then directed a polite nod and a small smile towards Anna, before adding "and of course to you too Mrs Taylor."

Max could feel the tension in the air, he could also sense Anna's confusion and concern; they shared that feeling. As Anna's eyes flickered back and forth between the old guy and Max, he couldn't bring himself to reply, so the old guy continued: "I'm sorry, I don't suppose that either of you know me... My name's Luca Baros, I'm Brenda Lee's father."

Max stayed silent; was his being Brenda's father rather than Colm's better or worse? Anna too remained silent and that look of confusion hadn't gone away. "You don't know of Brenda either Mrs. Taylor? She only lives a mile or so away; as I said, she's my daughter, the mother of these two fine boys, a Sister in Law to Padraig and Liam here and last of all... your husband's whore."

The look of confusion fell from Anna's face, the expression which replaced it was... not encouraging. Anna's eyes turned in Max's direction as she snapped "Not Again! What have you got to say this time?"

The answer to that was 'not very much'. Max realised that a denial wasn't going to work; hell his expression had already confirmed Luca's charge. What came out and God knows why, it was hardly relevant and directed towards Luca: "Wh... where's Colm?" The laughter that enquiry drew from the four younger men was equally discouraging.

"Colm's taken Brenda out for the evening, an early dinner at the Black Swan; you must know the place Max, it's owned by that retired Police Inspector. They got there an hour ago and will be there for another two; I expect Colm's drinking whiskey rather than beer as he won't be moving outside the range of the Swan's CCTV cameras for even a moment.

Max could recognise a rock solid alibi when he heard one; that lead weight in his stomach got heavier and the feeling of fear he now recognised he'd been suffering with notched-up to dread. "But what about the rest of you? You don't have alibis."

"Well I don't need one; Luca Baros doesn't exist, he never has, I'm not on a single database anywhere in the world. As for the others... Well Liam, along with his passport is still in Ireland, sat outside a pub in Mullingar with at least a dozen witnesses; while Padraig and his two nephews are up north this weekend, at the Appleby Horse Fair..."

"And not ten minutes ago I received a telephone call telling me that these two young scallywags were in a fight there only an hour ago. Paddy managed to calm things down and get the police to release them, so no charges were laid, but the local police have recorded their names and address; I'd guess at least a hundred people witnessed their affray."

Luca ended his explanation with a very unpleasant smile and in that moment Max realised there was a feeling beyond dread; he might've tried to run, but knew his legs wouldn't bear that lead weight in his stomach. Max's bowel and bladder both were both in danger of releasing too and things didn't improve when he looked beyond Luca:

Both Padraig and Zack were adjusting the line of heavy rings which they each wore on every finger, Liam had produced a hefty wooden club from beneath his coat -- Max had already wondered about his wearing that on such a hot day - while Liam appeared to have an old fashioned brass knuckle duster in his hand.

Max was visibly trembling by the time he looked back toward Luca; his mouth was dry and he'd lost the power of speech, but seemingly not Anna: "Right, so you're here looking for... retribution, for the shame that Max has brought upon your family? I wouldn't blame you for beating him insensible, though I'd rather that you didn't... It'll be me who has to clean up the blood stains."

The five men had already been fanning out and advancing when Anna began speaking; they now halted in their tracks as they assimilated what she'd said. Glances were exchanged, until all eyes -- Max's included! - settled on Luca; he was undoubtedly the decision maker.

Luca eyes flicked back and forth between Anna and Max, it was probably for no more than a few seconds, but it felt like half a life time. Luca's gaze eventually settled on Anna, a smile almost of amusement on his face. "So what would you propose instead Mrs Taylor? Should we just tell Max that he's been a very naughty boy and not to do it again?"

"Of course not Luca; oh, and do please call me Anna... Mrs Taylor's rather too formal. No I can see that you want, indeed deserve some... redress, an eye for an eye and all that; but I would've thought you could come up with a more fitting punishment than a simple beating."

Luca continued to smile as he enquired, "So what would you suggest Mrs. Ta_ Anna?"

"Something rather more appropriate... Since Max's offence was to screw Colm's wife, why don't you respond by fucking Max's? To reinforce the lesson, you could make Max sit there and watch you..."

Luca's smile became a grin, one that he was still wearing when he turned to look at the other four men; their expressions initially suggested that they were less enthused by Anna's proposal. That changed when Anna concluded "Of course I'm meaning all five of you... Not just you Luca."

The shock of Anna's words finally loosened Max's tongue "No! Anna, You can't..."

"Oh shut up Max; nobody gives a toss what you think... Me most especially."

Dan respond immediately: "God Yes! Can we Gramps? I've dreamt of fucking Mrs Turner for years." Of course Dan had; how dumb could Max be; Dan and Zack would have attended the local High School. The school where Anna taught history and the one at which his wife is the teacher who fuels more adolescent boys' -- and probably a few girls' -- wank-fantasies than the rest of the teachers combined.

The others were less impetuous in replying, having exchanged glances the three older men began a conversation, of which Max understood not one word; Gaelic? Romany? Whichever, it was all Greek to Max. Brenda's boys didn't join in, but they both listened and appeared to understand; Zack translated, what was no doubt the key point: "What about my Dad... He's not even here."

Anna didn't miss a beat. "True and your father probably holds the biggest grievance of anybody. Why don't we consider today a gesture of goodwill, a down-payment if you like; Colm can then avail himself of me next Sunday... If you're lucky your dad might even bring you and Dan along with him too; so you'll get to enjoy a second bite of the cherry."

On hearing that Zack's face lit up with the same degree of excitement as Dan's. A glance further left showed rather less excitement, but wickedly enthusiastic smiles on both Luca and Padraig's faces too; only Liam still appeared uncomfortable with Anna's suggestion. Oh and Max of course... he was perhaps in the biggest quandary of them all.

Max certainly wasn't eager for the savage beating that was intended, but it was either the physical pain of that, or the more enduring, perhaps permanent, mental suffering of having his wife gang-raped by five Gyppos and by the sound of things... Having to witness it taking place. Max directed his attention and his appeal towards Luca. "Look we ca_"

"Shut up Max! Anna's already told you that nobody gives a fuck about your opinion... Another word out of you and I'll let Liam off his leash; he's carried that shillelagh all the way from Westmeath and he sorely wants the chance to use it on you."

The gleam in Liam's eyes vouched for the truth of that; but Liam had at least cracked a smile. Hell, everyone other than Max was smiling now; even Anna. "Look An_"

That was as far as Max got before Luca's fist connected with the side of his head; he was slumped on the floor dazed when he heard "Last warning Max... Shut your trap." Luca's next words were directed elsewhere: "Now then Anna; down to business; we'd best have you... entertain Zack and Danny first, we don't want them blowing their loads before they've had a chance to enjoy you."

Max was still recovering his wits from Luca's blow, but he heard the laughter that those words drew... A second later it was the whoops of Dan and Zack which filled the air; Max heard Anna not two seconds later "No! Stop that right now!" Max's head snapped around in the instant -- that made his head spin even harder -- fearful for his wife.

Max realised his error as his eyes re-focused: Far from being scared, Max's wife was smiling; in the same instant he recognised the tone that Anna had used... It was her 'School-Teacher's Voice', the one she reserved for disruptive pupils and on occasion himself. Anna's conclusion was more evenly toned: "This is a new dress, so I don't want you two messing it up; be patient for a few seconds."

Was Anna's dress new? Max didn't recognise it, but in that moment he was far from coherent. Whatever, the two boys obeyed their one-time teacher and stood patiently, while Anna removed her dress. It was a blue and white, cotton, button-fronted affair, cinched at her waist with a matching belt and it took rather more than 'a few seconds' to remove.

Anna made quite a performance of disrobing: After each button was released, Anna would tug the dress' two halves a little further apart, so revealing an ever growing cleavage as she proceeded; you could see her navel and half of her bra-clad breasts by the time that Anna paused to unfasten the belt.

With that belt hanging loose, the dress probably required one or two more buttons releasing for Anna to slip out of it easily. Anna chose not to open those, instead she shimmied and swayed her pelvis as she peeled the overstretched dress over her hips and bum. Even in his debilitated state Max could appreciate the allure; the men's expressions suggested they were equally enamoured.

Having stepped free of her dress, Anna carefully folded and hung it over the chair that she'd been sitting on; all that remained were Anna's bra, panties and sandals, all of which could be described as 'skimpy'. The only substantial thing that Anna still wore was the smile on her face as she turned back to face Dan and Zack: "I'm sure the two of you can deal with what's left."

That drew further whoops from the two teenagers and laughter from the three older men. Barely five seconds later Anna's bra was thrown in Max's direction -- it landed beside his knee - as he and possibly the whole street, heard Dan's shout of "Fucking Hell Mrs T! Your tits are gorgeous and your nipples are bloody massive... I always thought they must be."

Much as Max didn't want to, his eyes swung to confirm Dan's comments; the view was even more painful than he'd envisaged: Max got a clear sight of Anna's left nipple in the instant before it disappeared into Dan's mouth; her teat was bloated, bright red and bullet-hard, Anna wasn't afraid, she was aroused... Very aroused!

By then Zack was tugging down Anna's panties and when those reached her ankles she lifted each foot in turn to facilitate their removal; Max never saw those again, perhaps a souvenir for someone? Zack's hands remained on Anna's legs, sliding along their full length as he rose back upright; the conclusion of their journey was heralded by a cry of "Mrs T's cunt's soaking... I'm having some of that."

A moment later Zack's hands had moved to Anna's hips and he swept her off the ground -- plucking her swollen teat free from his brother's mouth -- as if she were light as a feather. Swinging Anna around he sat her on the edge of the patio table, pressed her thighs apart and stepped between them; Anna's laying back supine across the table looked to be her own decision?

There was something of a scramble as both boys rushed to unfasten their pants and drop them to their knees; Dan might've found movement easier had he walked around the table before he'd done so? The delay of the subsequent shuffle meant that Zack was sliding his cock into my Anna's pussy before Dan arrived, so she was able to clearly voice a gasp of accommodation.

The appreciative groan which Anna followed up with was already being overwhelmed by Zack's growl of "She's dripping wet... but tight enough mind." When Dan's cock slid into her mouth and quelled Anna's groan completely. That was the moment Max first tried to intervene; an attempt promptly quashed by Luca's foot kicking him hard in the ribs as he tried to stand up.

The two boys were noisy and while not what you'd call aggressive, they did use Anna... carelessly. It was never likely that either of them would last long, but Max was still surprised when Dan shot his wad in under a minute. Dan uttered a strangled yelp and spewed his first load into Anna's mouth; she gagged on that and pushed him away, so his second load bespattered her face.

Max got a further surprise a moment later and it was way bigger: Anna grabbed Dan's waving cock and steered it back between her lips before his third emission was unleashed! They'd been married for seven years, but Anna had never allowed Max to come in her mouth; WTF? Nor was it a mistake, Anna was still suckling on Dan's cock when Zack climaxed thirty seconds later.

Zack's spunk belched across Anna's belly; though Max suspected -- he couldn't see clearly from his lowly position -- that his first load might've arced far enough to reach her breasts? Zack's having pulled out of Anna's pussy wasn't his own decision; a few seconds earlier Liam had growled "Don't go filling her cunt with cum Zack, if she's as slick as you reckon, leave something for the rest of us."

There was few seconds hiatus following Zack's climax; though Dan's cock remained in Anna's mouth! Before Liam spoke again. "Out of the way lads; you've had your fun, but this lady needs some real men." He and Padraig too were loosening their belts and advancing as he spoke.

Luca promptly checked the progress of Padraig and Liam both "Hold it there lads; show some respect for your elders... I'll take my turn before you two tear Anna to shreds." Those words saw Max make a second effort to intervene, but this time he didn't even make it his knees; Luca's booted foot stamped hard on his hand as he growled "I won't tell you again Max."

Dan's cock was finally out of Anna's mouth as Luca moved towards her; he too releasing a heavy belt and unzipping his trousers as he approached. Anna stood upright as Luca arrived, but the expression on her face gave no suggestion that she intended to flee; Anna's expression signalled only anticipation... Eager anticipation.

Luca didn't say a word to Anna, instead signalling with his fingers that she should turn around. Anna greeted that instruction with another and even wider smile, before turning around and folding herself compliantly and face-down across the patio table; once there Anna shuffled her feet apart, spreading her thighs wider in... Invitation?

It was an invitation that Luca was quick to accept; he stepped in close behind Anna and barely a second later Max saw Luca's arse jerk and heard Anna gasp as he penetrated her pussy. Luca finally spoke, or perhaps growled is a better description: "Zack wasn't mistaken, the lady's as slick as butter... You were in need of this weren't you Anna?"

Anna's moan in response was wordless, but left no doubt that it was in the affirmative. Anna's moans and squeals of delight continued; they grew louder, beyond mere acceptance, they voiced encouragement. Luca was fucking Max's wife far more slowly than Zack had done... But his penetrations were hard, deep and table-jerkingly powerful.

The convulsive and VERY noisy climax which ripped through Anna inside a minute provided further confirmation that Max's wife was indeed 'In need of this'. The power of Anna's orgasm and indeed the speed with which it arrived was just one more (unpleasant) surprise for Max; Anna was generally slow to reach orgasm and... restrained, when she did so.

The ribald cheers that erupted around Max suggested that no one else shared his disappointment at Anna's response. Luca had stopped fucking Anna and allowed her time to enjoy and then recover from her orgasm; when all the shouting and cheers had died down he leaned forward to whisper in Anna's ear, Max couldn't hear what he said, but he saw her smile and nod 'yes'.

Luca took half a step back and pressed his hand between Anna's legs; when he withdrew that, his fingers were heavily coated with the viscous gloop from her pussy. When Luca stroked those between Anna's buttocks, there was a rumbling growl of anticipation from the other four men and then a sharp squeal from Anna when one of Luca's fingers intruded into her bum.

Max made to get up again; voiced his own squeal as he did so. That immediately caught Luca's attention, but he did nothing more than spin his head around to stare at Max. The expression on Luca's face was alone sufficient to see him sink back to the floor in defeat, a capitulation compounded by the laughter and jeers of the other men.