11 comments/ 110322 views/ 13 favorites The Lady of the House By: coolomon I found myself just staring at the television screen. I could feel the guy watching us. His eyes were fixed on Melissa's legs and I sat there struggling with the worst, yet most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Melissa and I had been married for just over three years. She was twenty-two and I was twenty-four. We had taken a job as caretaker/host of a boarding house for an interstate trucking company. It wasn't really a boarding house though – more of a stop over for the drivers turning around on their runs between the two company depots. We'd been working there for about three weeks and the company had been closed for a summer break. It was the first night we actually had guests, and the one guy who had stayed late watching TV with us was about forty I guess... and heavily built and almost bald. He was sitting in a lounge chair sort of beside and a little forward of the lounge, and he was examining my wife's bare legs. She had dosed off with her head resting upon my chest... Melissa was desperate to fall pregnant. But there was a problem with my ability to father a child and right then I was feeling completely inadequate. And as I stared at the television screen I felt my fingers moving as if by their own volition. They brushed gently and very slowly up behind my wife's thigh. And I just rested my hand there while the guy watched TV and, from time to time glanced around at Melissa. I waited anxiously for about ten minutes before I began gently stroking again and I gradually worked my fingertips beneath the hem of her little nightdress, folding beneath the soft fabric and slowly working upward until I felt the thin band of elastic around her hip. My heart pounded as I followed the edge of it, gathering the light skirt away and I stared at the television screen with sweat beginning to seep from my forehead as I felt the guy's head turn. And I felt Melissa's fingers tighten, pressing into my thigh as I sensed the trucker's eyes lift and focus on mine and I began fondling Melissa's leg with an absent pretense, my mind whirling but my eyes fixed upon the television screen. And when his gaze lowered I slipped my hand along the front of her leg, rubbing back and forth, gently, but applying a little pressure when I touched her knee, pushing against it... I knew she was awake and I could feel her flesh trembling. I gently stroked along her thigh then back to her knee, pressing again and feeling her resistance before stroking upward again. Her legs were folded together and the guy could only see her little panties from behind. I moved lower again and pressed only softly, but enough that she knew, and her fingers dug into my thigh again but I held and her leg shifted slightly, her thighs parting and my erection throbbed as the guy leant forward. I moved my hand up to my wife's waist then, and continued to gently caress. And I stole a glance to find that the hem of her nightie was gathered and I saw the little pink triangle between her legs, the soft fabric furrowed up between them but I quickly diverted my gaze when the trucker turned to have another look. That night we fucked three times before falling asleep and next morning I laid in bed listening to Melissa and the trucker chatting and laughing in the kitchen. He was to be leaving early and she had gotten up to serve breakfast. I couldn't make out everything they were saying but I heard him ask about her tan lines. "No... there are some things I can't wear at the moment," Melissa responded, her giggle carrying a hint of embarrassment. "Why not go topless then?" the guy asked "That's a nice little set of tities..." he added. "Shut up," Melissa complained but she was still giggling. "You know us guys only go to the beach for a look don't you? And you really should look after us a bit..." the driver pressed, his tone playful but there was a hint of authority in it. There was silence then, and my heart thumped. I listened intently and made out their voices as they spoke in low tones and I moved to the bedroom door. "It's not that I'm too shy... It's just that I'm a married woman and it wouldn't be right," Melissa was explaining. "What if your husband didn't mind us guys seeing you?" the trucker pressed and my heart sank. "You wish..." Melissa replied lightly, her voice rising and her warm little laugh relieved me. Her nightie was on the end of the bed and I peered around the edge of the door to see what she was wearing. The kitchen was in an open living area down stairs and I saw the driver sitting at the table finishing his meal. Melissa was out of sight but she stepped into view carrying a cup of coffee, which she placed on the table in front of the guy, her cheeks flushed and her nipples poking at the tight little white tank top she was wearing. "Don't..." she complained, catching his wrist as he tried to feel her up but she was smiling and she didn't immediately move away. "Stop it..." she uttered in protest and giggled as his big hand covered her breast, his arm folding around her as she turned and he pulled her onto his lap. "Just a little peep..." the guy whispered and Melissa pushed feebly at his wrist as he lifted the front of her top. "Don't..." she uttered again, wriggling and trying to slip from the guy's lap as he folded her top up. She had managed to pry herself from his lap but her tits were completely exposed, poking from beneath her little top as she held his wrists away and tried to stop him from groping up under her little skirt. Her supple young breasts were pure white and her nipples dark and erect, and as she bent to try to move her body from his reach they swayed and bobbled about. And I saw my wife's eyes close as she suddenly caught her breath, the guy's hand pressing firmly up beneath her skirt, her hand clutching the back of his chair, and she leant into him. "You like that don't you?.." the older man suggested, his hand massaging firmly up into her. Melissa looked away. I watched her intently, one hand gripping the chair for support as her legs parted, the other releasing the guy's wrist and going to his shoulder as his mouth opened over her breast and sucked half of it in. And with his free hand he folded her skirt up in front and then I could clearly see that he had fingers up her cunt. He had stretched her panties aside and had worked at least three of them up inside of her. My wife stood still, her eyes closed, her hips arching and the trucker's thick fingers poking up inside of her. And as I prepared myself to watch him fuck her the front door opened and Melissa hurriedly straightened her clothes as three guys clambered into the living room. They were laughing and chatting amongst themselves, tossing their overnight bags aside and they made their way to the table. Melissa's face was bright red as she watched the guy licking his fingers. And she fumbled with the cutlery; setting places for the other three, before disappearing back into the kitchen. I was kind of relieved when that guy left and I didn't say anything to Melissa about him touching her. We didn't see much of each other at all that day as a matter of fact. Melissa went shopping and I mowed the lawn. The three new guys slept and left mid-afternoon and just on dinnertime another two arrived. One of them was about fifty with long gray hair and a beer gut and the other was about our age. He was tall and well built, and looked too pretty to be a trucker but it turned out that he was just catching a ride with the older guy. Melissa fixed their meals and disappeared into the bathroom for an hour while I chatted with them over a few beers. And there was a football game on TV so we settled in to watch it... Finally Melissa returned, brushing her wet hair, and she settled in front of me on the floor, her bare legs extending and the guys looked her over immediately. I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs and they were both on the lounge, only their eyes moving to focus on my wife, and my heart thumped. She smelt beautiful. The soft fragrance of her bath filling the room and I reached down and began gently working her shoulders. She had on a light, nylon gown which ended mid thigh and her nipples were poking firmly at it as I moved the fabric across them. The gown was loosely tied in front and as I leant forward I could see her bare breasts clearly. She sensed me looking down too, and her hand closed around my ankle so I began working the light fabric, parting it between her breasts and I soon had it so that the guys were paying attention. The gown held at her waist but it had slipped to be just clinging to her nipples and brushing them as I kneaded her shoulders. "Any chance of a coffee?" the older guy asked after a while. "Sure..!" Melissa replied, smiling and she got up to get it. There was a coffee table against the wall and she brought it over, placing it between the two men and their eyes widened as she bent in front of them. The coasters were on the TV and I saw her bright red face. She bent again then, placing them on the table and carefully positioning them while the men both craned their necks. She left for a moment, returning from the kitchen with a dishcloth, and again bending in front of the two guys and their eyes focused on her tits while she carefully wiped the table. "You missed a bit..." the young guy smiled as she stood, and her face flushed. And I watched my wife bend over again. This time with the two men blatantly watching her gown part but her hand went to her breast, causing them both to chuckle. "Not fair..." the young guy smiled. Melissa hurried away and returned shortly with a tray. I hadn't met the gaze of the two men and pretended to be absorbed with the football game but when Melissa stepped in front of the lounge I turned to watch. There was nothing said this time but they both sat forward and Melissa's face was bright red as she leant right over in front of them. "How many sugars?" she asked the young guy, and measured two spoons into his cup, her eyes lowering as she slowly stirred his coffee. "Just one..." the older guy said and they both examined my wife's tits while she slowly stirred the other cup. "There are some biscuits," Melissa said sweetly as she stood holding the tray. "That's all right," the older guy replied, standing and taking the tray. "You sit down and I'll find them," he added, taking her hand and she was placed on the lounge. He took the tray as far as the dining table and returned to sit beside Melissa, shuffling her to the middle of the lounge and my cock firmed. "Are you right there?" he asked and Melissa uttered something in reply. Both men finished their coffee quickly and I stole a glance into my wife's eyes. Her face was still bright red. "Thanks. That was very nice," the older guy stated, placing his cup on the table and his big hand closed over Melissa's knee. The younger guy stared at the TV and I tried to watch out of the corner of my eye. "That's a pretty gown," I heard in a low murmur and my wife said thanks. "You right there Andy?" the older guy asked, and Andy nodded. I sat transfixed, my heart pounding and my erection almost painful. The older guy's name was Darren, and it wasn't long before I saw Darren's hand move. It slipped back onto my wife's knee and then it was moving back and forth. I felt his eyes upon me for a moment but I didn't look around. "This is all right isn't it buddy?" he asked me, his low, deep voice lifting the hair on the back of my neck and I found myself turning to nod. He turned to Melissa then, and his hand went straight up her gown, her legs parting and a gasp escaping upon her breath as her body arched. "Fuck she's wet..!" he said to Andy and Melissa peered up at the younger guy. Her eyes were wide and her legs were spread. I could see then that she had no panties on and when Darren stopped fingering for a moment to lift her leg over his lap I also noticed that my wife had shaved her cunt. "Have you got any rubbers?" Darren asked his young friend. "In my bag..." Andy replied and started to stand. "No..." Melissa uttered and my heart stopped. "Not with one of them..." she added and peered from Andy to Darren. "Are you sure love?" Darren asked softly, his fingers again filling her cunt. "Ah ha..." my wife uttered, her voice catching in her throat as Darren's fingers searched up inside of her. "You can cum in me if you want..." she breathed. Darren had left her cunt again. He'd left it wide open and dripping on the lounge cushion. Andy sat there staring at it and Darren untied her gown. "Let's have a look at these little titties okay?" he said, pealing the fabric away and Melissa peered down at herself then back up at Andy. Andy cupped her chin and covered her mouth with his while he reached down and slid a finger up her cunt. Melissa's body arched again and her leg moved across Andy's lap. Her tits were hanging bare and Darren started sucking on one while he also reached for her opening. I sat watching the two men finger my wife, their hands backing against one and other as their fingers prodded up inside of her. Her juices were everywhere. Her arms were slung over the back of the lounge. Her tits wobbled and bounced, and they were covered in saliva. And Darren was tearing at his pants. Suddenly he had his old cock out and he just shoved it up beneath Melissa and drove it into her cunt. Andy stood then and Melissa was turned over. She had one leg on the lounge and the other extended to the floor. Her hips were lifted and I watched Darren pump her from behind. His pants fell to his ankles and I watched his old balls slap against my wife until they began to contract. His thrusts were firm and powerful. His body tense, then he held. His balls curling up and I knew at that instant my wife's womb was being flooded with cum. He thrust again, and then one more time, holding firmly up inside of her and then collapsing on top of her, his old dick slurping from Melissa's cunt and dripping on the floor. He rolled off, leaving her sprawled half on the lounge and half on the floor. The lips of her pussy were swollen and Darren's cum was seeping from them. She stood, her gown hanging from her elbows, her hand closing over her opening as she turned to me. "Your up," Darren grinned up at Andy. Melissa looked to him. "You don't have to..." he uttered, his face reddening. "Do you want to?" Melissa replied and he nodded. "Not in front of everyone though..." he went on. My wife was led upstairs and I turned the TV off. It was silent then, and after a while I heard a bed squeaking and bumping against a wall. It went for just a few minutes and it was silent again. About half an hour later though, I heard it again and I crept up stairs and looked in. Darren was rooting her. He had her wrists tied to the bed and he was on top of her fucking her solidly. I went to bed and listened most of the night. She had been fucked five times when I went to sleep, and in the morning I stopped at the bedroom door and watched the guys leaving. Melissa was there and Andy kissed her cheek and went outside. Darren stood in front of her then, and he opened her gown. Her hands lifted to his in protest but he held it open and looked her over. "What..." Melissa uttered, trying to smile. "We've got a few minutes while he checks the rig over," he said, leading her back to the lounge. "But I'm sore..." my wife complained feebly. "I just want to cum in your mouth?" Darren commanded, sitting back and looking up at my wife. She stood in front of him, her gown open and her pussy red, one of her tits exposed. And he tugged at her hand. Melissa hesitated, peering around at the open front door, and then she knelt between the old guys legs. She fumbled with his fly and released his cock. I saw clearly as she opened her mouth and sucked it in, her head bobbing up and down and Darren just leant back watching her. After a few minutes Melissa looked up at him, her hand still working his stiff old penis, "please don't hold back.." she said sweetly, turning to check the open door again, and as she lowered and took his cock in her mouth another guy stepped through the doorway, followed by another. They both stopped transfixed. And just then Melissa was still, a little frown creasing her forehead as Darren held her head and thrust up into her mouth. "Fuck yeah..!!!" he cried out, his hand holding the back of my wife's head as he writhed and grinned up at the two guys watching. "Hey Pete, Gary..." he said, nodding up to them. "Hi Darren," they responded as one. "Who's this?" one of them asked. "The lady of the house," Darren smiled, releasing Melissa's head and she turned, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and clutching her gown in front.