7 comments/ 33119 views/ 5 favorites Delivery Van By: goatsogmay2 My boss Alex celebrated his 50th birthday last November with a party in his house, inviting almost 70 friends and employees from his bakery and its 6 outlets around town. He'd invited our better halves as well, so my husband David accompanied me to the party. Alex's wife, Catherine and I had attended belly-dancing classes together several years earlier, and even though she dropped out after a few weeks, I carried on and had become quite good – in an amateur sort of way. She'd been to several company events where I'd danced, so it didn't surprise me a bit when she asked me to perform at Alex's party. He didn't know of course, but then most of the evening's entertainment was kept a secret. Catherine sent me up to the loft bathroom, two storeys over the party, so that no one would disturb me while I got changed. The bathroom was tiny with a toilet cubicle inside it. There was a large mirror above the sink and that was all that I really needed to put on my make up. I got into my silk thong and the sheer, red chiffon pyjamas then I put on my red top – which is actually a silk bra with bells and coins stitched onto it. Since the thong barely covered anything, I'd shaved my pubic hair. The silver chains with little bells, the hand and head ornaments, and the bells around my ankles all went on before I put on my final make up. I sprinkled gold dust on my breasts, arms and belly for added effect. The woman looking at me in the mirror was hot! After the stand-up comedian finished his act, Catherine put on the CD I'd made for this event and I danced in to the room. A hush settled over the room before my husband David started clapping to the beat, inspiring others to do the same. I shimmied around the room a few times, teasing and caressing men with my thin chiffon veil. I didn't touch anyone, but some of the men tried to grope me. I sidled away in time every time. As the second melody started I moved over to Alex and turned his chair away from the table, facing me. I danced very close to him, teasing and taunting him with my cleavage, my wiggling bottom and my hands. I used the chiffon veil to snare him around his neck and draw him into my bosom, all the while doing a fast belly dance. I moved behind him and bent over him, and rubbed my breasts up and down his neck and head while holding the veil in front of his face so his face was hidden. The guests were clapping and cheering as I danced for my boss. I could see he was flustered, which thrilled me even more. When I'd danced 4 dances I was totally exhilarated by both the dance and by the looks I'd got from Alex and other men. I was tingling throughout my body as I ran up the stairs to the loft bathroom to get changed back to my normal gear. I always get excited when dancing for a receptive audience, and now I was on a high I'd almost never experienced before. I locked the door of the bathroom and took off my chiffon pyjamas. I stood there getting my breath back, just looking at myself in the mirror. I was taken by surprise when the door to the toilet cubicle opened and Amir, the driver who delivers stuff to my shop, stepped out. I quickly put my arm the front of my red sequined satin bra to cover up since it was open at the back and my breasts were hanging loose. I felt horribly exposed standing there in my thong and my open top. Since the bathroom was tiny, I bent forward over the sink supporting myself against the mirror on the wall with one hand and holding the bra against my breasts with the other. Nervously I looked at Amir and giggled; "Now you can pass behind me". He slid sideways along the wall behind me without touching me but suddenly he lunged forward and put his arms around me. He drew me to him, his right hand sliding down my belly while his left moving upwards. I panicked and jabbed my elbow at him, but his arm deflected my jab. "What do you think you're doing" I screamed and jabbed my other elbow towards his body, without any success. In fact the second I let go of the bra to jab him, he slid his left hand up under it and cupped my breast. "You want this, shlicke, I know you need this" he said. "You must be nuts" I retorted, trying to get out of his grip. For a few moments I tried to gather my thoughts before I said "If you don't let go, I'll scream for help" . "Relax, Sandra" he said quietly, "you'll love it". All the while he was rubbing his forefinger along my pussy, pushing the silk thong into my slit. With his other hand he was brushing softly against my nipple, sending shivers through my body. I kept struggling, while he carried on, pushing aside the miniature triangle of the thong to directly rub my clit. I felt his soft woollen trousers against my bottom - which for all practical purposes was nude - and felt his cock growing and hardening as he pressed into me. The exhilaration from the dancing combined with the absurdity of the situation left me slightly dazed. I kept repeating that he should stop, but his insistent stroking and his mouth nuzzling at the nape of my neck was reducing my resistance. "Your cunt is clean-shaven, like a whore" he said. "I only did it for the bellydancing tonight" I replied, but he wasn't listening. I practically didn't notice and didn't react to the fact that his hand moved away from my breast to open his fly. Holding the thong to one side with one hand I felt him stab at my pussy from behind and before I knew what was happening, he had his cock inside me. I panicked and struggled again, but he held my wais firmly with both hands bending me over the sink, stabbing his cock deeper and deeper into me. He kept muttering things like "Your cunt feels like butter" and "I told you that you'd love it". I looked at my image in the mirror, with my top loosely hanging above my breasts, his hands holding my waist and his cock, pumping in and out of my body and my face – a picture of lust. His face, peeking over my shoulder, was concentrated. Not more than two or three minutes had passed since he had come out of the toilet, and I was already overcome by a feeling of wanting more. I caught myself accepting this and said "Amir, stop please – someone might come". He just kept up the stroking in and out of me, probably hitting my G-spot judging by the signals going to my brain. "Don't be silly, shlicke, I heard you lock the door when you came in". This was of course perfectly true. His hand was back to brushing my nipple while his other hand was rubbing my belly. I could hear ourselves fucking since the bells, coins and sequins on my top and the chain around my waist were jingling to the steady strokes. I don't think I ever experienced anything as erotic as being fucked from behind watching it happen in a mirror while hearing the sound of our bodies smacking against each other accompanied by bells. I felt myself approaching an orgasm "Jeez, I'm coming". "Hang on" he said, pumping more vigorously. I came almost right afterwards, feeling wave after wave from within my pussy, spreading out into my belly. He was pumping fast and deep and suddenly grunted, changing to a jerking movement as deep within me as he could get. My knees felt like jelly and wouldn't support me, but having his cock up my pussy and his arms around me I managed to keep standing. I leant back against his body, which was resting against the wall. I felt his cock shrivel and slide out of my pussy. Turning my head sideways I stuck out my tongue which he sucked into his mouth. We kissed passionately for a long time, his tongue pushing mine aside and playing with it inside my mouth. When we stopped kissing I looked in the mirror and was jerked back to reality. "We better get back to the party" I said. "After all, I only came upstairs to get changed". "Clean my cock" he said, so I took a towel off the rack and wet a corner of it under the tap. "No, no" he said, "do it with your beautiful mouth". I turned around to face him and bending over, I lifted his cock into my mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He pushed my shoulders down saying "it's better on your knees, then I can see your face". I did as he asked and continued licking his cock and balls. I looked up at his face but instead saw his mobile phone pointing at me. He was taking pictures. "Don't do that" I protested, but he just put his hand behind my head to hold me in position and carried on taking pictures even though I'd stopped licking him. I got up angrily but he just smiled and said "Don't be mad at me. I just want something to remember our experience by". He put the phone away, put his cock into his pants and zipped up. "See you downstairs in a while". My mind was in turmoil. I was angry for having let Amir have his way, loaded with guilt – I had just committed adultery – and I had had the most intense orgasm in my life. I thought I felt some sort of after quakes of an orgasm. I could definitely feel the stickiness of cum in my slit. I just leant against the wall trying to regain my senses. For the first time in my life I had had sex with someone other than my husband. The thought was just daunting. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised that my top still hung loosely from my neck and I still hadn't taken off all the belly dance stuff, the belt, the ornaments on my head, the wrist and finger chains and the bells around my feet. I got a hold of myself, took the towel that I'd wet earlier and cleaned my pussy. I got dressed, packed my dancing gear in my bag and went back downstairs. "That was a very great performance" my husband David said, while handing me a glass of wine. "I think your boss really appreciated the attention." I downed the glass of wine in one go, trying to swallow my guilt at the same time. David looked at me quizzically and got me another glass. "But that Arab guy is a real pig. I don't understand how any of you put up with him at work. While you were dancing he came over to me and asked me if I wasn't upset that you were exposing yourself to your boss and all the men in the room. When I told him that you like to dance and that I was proud of you, he retorted 'Where I come from, the dancers are all whores. They only dance to flaunt their bodies to entice men'. When I reminded him that we live in a modern, civilised society and that dance is a form of art he just laughed and walked away. A couple of minutes ago he came up to me again and said 'Mark my words, dancing girls are really only whores'. I felt like punching him, but I didn't do it." I didn't feel too well, so I told David that I wanted to go home. He doesn't quite fit in with the crowd that I work with, so he agreed without any protest. We thanked our host and discreetly left the party. As soon as we got home I went to have a bath. When I got out, David was waiting for me in the bed. I got in and snuggled up to him. He put his hand on my breast and started fondling it and playing with my nipple. I opened the ribbon at the top of my nightie so he could get to my breasts. I rubbed his cock for a while before turning around so that we could 69 each other. I got on top of him and sucked his rock hard cock, slobbering all over it. He stuck his tongue into my pussy first going up and down the slit, then concentrating on my clit. I pushed my pussy downwards to get him to suck harder. He sucked the clitoris out of the hood, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I licked his cock from the head and down to his balls and suddenly it struck me that his testicles were very different from Amir's. Apart from the fact that David is not circumcised and Amir is, David 's testicles sort of grow out of his cock like a nice tight fitting round sheath – almost reminding me of the belly of a heavily pregnant woman the way it sticks out from the body. You can feel both his balls separately if you run your finger along the middle of the sheath, but you could easily believe that he had just one round ball at the bottom of his cock. In comparison Amir's testicles hung quite separately in a loose sac that swung under his cock – each ball being as large as both of David's put together. Suddenly I felt disgusted at myself. Here I was, making comparisons between my husband of over 20 years and a man who had practically raped me. I rolled over onto my back and did something I've only seen in blue movies. I pulled my legs back all the way so that I was completely bent over at the middle, with my legs pushed into each shoulder. Though not particularly comfortable, this contorted position lifted my pussy and bum off the bed, offering it to David. He looked a bit taken aback since we are usually not very sexually innovative, but he caught on fast and sunk his cock deep into my pussy. I felt very submissive while his hot cock slipped in and out of me, and the deep strokes gave me an exquisite sensation. Since I'm way past 40, I'm not as supple as the teenage porn stars and couldn't maintain the position very long, so I gently let my legs slip down to a more natural position crossing my feet together behind David's back while he kept up a steady rhythm. None of us ever say very much during sex, but as I came, I kept repeating "I love you, I love you". The next week I went to work as usual, dreading having to meet Amir. On Wednesday it was my turn to stock up the shop with fresh bread and cakes from the main bakery. These are delivered early every morning to all the outlets owned by the bakery. When the van arrived, Amir spent about 15 minutes wheeling in the various cases of breads and cakes, while I started stocking up the shelves and counter with freshly baked bread. We didn't exchange any words, but I was feeling quite tense. When he came in with the delivery list for me to sign I finally got the courage to speak. "Your behaviour on Friday night was inexcusable, but I have decided not to pursue the matter any further. What I'm saying is that I'm going to forget that you assaulted me" H looked at me with a quizzical look. "Assaulted? You wanted it, asked for it, needed it and I gave it to you. And I don't plan to forget anything, Shlicke, In fact, I was planning on having a chat with you after work today." I was enraged, but tried to keep my cool. "Look Amir. I'm offering forget the whole episode because I believe you made a mistake. But you might make me reconsider going to our boss and the police if you don't behave sensibly". Amir walked over to the computer in our little office at the back of the shop and brought up a web-site. "You can share pictures via this site. Who should I share these with?" he grinned, pointing at the screen. I could see several thumbnails. He clicked on one. My face filled the entire screen. I had a cock in my mouth resting on my tongue. I panicked. "Oh my god. Get it away. Turn the damned computer off" I shrieked as I lunged to grab the mouse from him. He closed the browser and repeated "I'll be waiting in the van in the parking lot after work." When my colleague Anne arrived half an hour later, I was still trembling like a leaf and hadn't completed half the things we're supposed to do before opening shop. "Is it going to be one of those days" she muttered and started organising everything that needed to be done. I got through the day in a daze, contemplating whether I should tell my husband, report Amir to my boss, file charges of sexual harassment with the police or what. In the end I decided to try to reason with Amir after work. He held the passenger door open for me when I got to his van and drove off the minute I'd shut the door. "Let's go somewhere quiet and talk". We drove in silence down to the huge parking lot by the beach. Nobody goes down here at this time of year, so the lot was almost empty. When he'd parked, Amir brought out his laptop and opened it. The screen lit up and showed the same picture as I'd seen in the morning. "You liked my cock in your mouth didn't you?" The picture changed. I was stroking his cock with one hand while my lips were snugly wrapped around the head. The next one surprised me – he had taken it by pointing at the mirror while screwing me from behind. His face was obscured by my hair, so all you could see was me, more or less naked, being taken by an unidentifiable man. There were several more pictures – all of which showed my face in ecstasy, a couple even showing his cock in my pussy. "You bastard, you planned this" I screamed. "Relax, schlicke. I only took these because you looked so sexy. And besides, they only show what happened. You must try to enjoy your own whoreishness, not hide from it". His chauvinism and disrespect for me made my blood boil. "Let me put the record straight" I retorted. "I am neither a whore nor did I enjoy being raped. So let's get to the point; what do you want from me?" "Sandra, Sandra", he said shaking his head and smiling "What do you think I want, gabha? You, of course. Your sexy body." "You must be nuts, I am a married woman, not some kind of slut. This is blackmail. You can go to jail if I report this. Be sensible and destroy those pictures, then we can all forget this sordid episode" He just smiled and shook his head. "I am not blackmailing anyone. The pictures are on an open gallery on the web, where I put all my photos, not just those of you. I haven't told anyone about them or threatened to do so. So don't tell me its blackmail. But since I haven't put any restrictions, anyone who wants to can see my photographs. I suppose I could make them private, but that would depend on whether we understand each other". "Do you want money?" I asked. "You know that I don't earn a lot in this business, but I'll pay as much as I can as long as you destroy those pictures". "Let me spell it out for you. Your body, my body, sex. That is what I'd like to happen. No money - shmoney," he said. "Think about it till tomorrow, then lets meet again after work and you let me know what you think". The next day both he and I knew what the answer had to be. "You will destroy the pictures after we've been together, won't you?" I tried, though even I knew it was in vain. "Eventually, shlicke, eventually. But first you need to relax and enjoy some fucking and sucking. Both of us are married, so I have no wish to create complications. Just some pleasure with a sexy whore". He drove us down to the beach parking lot and parked behind one of the ice-cream kiosks (which was closed during the winter). He climbed into the back of the van and rolled out a few blankets. He's come prepared, I thought. "Come on" he beckoned "Get in the back here and take your clothes off. I want to feel your cunt engulf my rod". Somehow the extreme crudeness of his words, his arrogant expectations and my own confused feelings all helped push me towards my submission to the situation. My reluctance was being overridden by other feelings that I hadn't quite got a handle on yet. He had already taken off most of his clothes and so, in the back of the windowless van, I stripped off my clothes one by one until I was standing there in my thong and bra. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me down to the blanket on the floor. Kissing me deeply, he started to rub my slit. Not many moments passed before his massaging had made my slit very wet and he was using my juices as lubrication to glide back and forth even faster. When I was on the verge of coming, he moved on top of me and slid his cock into me, just pushing my thong to one side. I felt him deep within me and pushed my legs together to make myself tighter for him. I was moaning my orgasm a few minutes later while he pumped me. His hands caressed my breasts, squeezing my nipple between two fingers. When he sensed I was cumming again, he brutally pinched my nipple bringing sharp pain. I squealed and he let go of the nipple, bringing me relief but also triggering another orgasm. When I was on the brink of my third orgasm, he pulled out and squirted his sperm on my pussy. He rolled over, getting back his breath while I lay there and felt his semen slide down onto the blanket. Delivery Van "You are one hell of a fuck, shlicke," he said. So are you, I wanted to say, but I remained silent. "Your cunt is very prominent and your naked mound sticks out in front, showing that you are really meant to be fucked. You must always keep it clean without any hair, it looks so sexy and fuckable". His attitude was so horrendous that I didn't have any response to him. I knew that anything I said would just bounce off him. I was pretty certain that if I said anything about respecting other humans, or about equality between the sexes, he would scoff me, so I let it pass. He started getting dressed, muttering something about having to pick up his kids from school. I followed his cue and got dressed and he drove me back to the mall where my car was parked. The next few weeks, every time I had the early shift, he would tell me to meet him after work when he came to deliver bread in the morning. Since I finished work before two o'clock on those days, we could meet and have sex in his van. I still managed to get back home just about the same time my daughter got back from school and long before my husband. As a precaution, I would drive to another mall and get into his van there. One day, when I met him after my early shift, he had another man in the van. I turned around to go back to my car, but he opened his window and shouted "Where're you going, shlicke? Khaled is a friend". I just kept walking, so he got out of the van and jogged over to me as I was getting into my car. "Look, Amir. I have agreed to have sex with you, and you have promised not to tell anyone. I don't want to hurt my husband, daughter or my marriage. So forget it. "Listen, listen, shlicke. Khaled has a flat we can borrow so that I can fuck you. He won't tell anyone. Come now, you want my cock. I know, otherwise you wouldn't be here" I reluctantly followed him to the van. There wasn't any space for me so I looked questioningly at him. "Just sit in his lap, it's a short drive to his place". I did, feeling both embarrassed and stupid. But Khaled was a perfect gentleman, keeping his hands to himself. When we got to his flat, Amir sat down in the couch and pulled me down beside him. We were kissing and stroking each other while Khaled made some mint tea and bustled around his kitchenette. Amir unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse to reach under my bra. He was alternately stroking my breasts and pinching my nipples, I stroked his jeans, moving up to his crotch, dragging my nails along his thighs. I knew that I shouldn't let on to Amir that I was horny, but I really needed him in me at the time. "Let's go to the bedroom so that you can take me" I said. "I don't think Khaled will like that, because then he'll have to change the sheets. We'll fuck on the couch here. It's leather, so it can be cleaned easily." "We can't have sex with your friend here" I said. "Don't be silly, it's not a problem. He'll watch TV. Anyway, he's seen pictures of you before, so it won't be the first time he sees your body." I was devastated. "But you promised, you said that you'd keep the pictures secret as long as I do what you say" I cried. I felt tremendously humiliated. He'd probably seen the pictures that Amir took every time we met as well. "Don't worry, Khaled can keep a secret. Anyway, why do you care, schlicke? A woman like you doesn't have anything to live for if people stop looking at her. Be happy that he sees you as a sexy woman." For reasons beyond my knowledge, I got horny every time Amir spoke to me in this utterly debasing manner, as if there was some connection between feeling humiliated and the fire in my pussy. Khaled brought over some mint tea for us, staring at Amir had his arm around my shoulder and was playing with my left breast, which was completely exposed. I was red with embarrassment, but accepted the cup and sipped from it almost as if we were at a normal tea-party. Amir lifted up my skirt and put his other hand in my thong. Khaled was still standing in front of us. "You better take out my cock and suck it so that it is hard enough to fuck you" Amir said. I cracked. I couldn't take it any more. "I'm going home. I can't do this" I said. Amir tightened his grip around my shoulders, but I struggled out of his grip and buttoned my blouse up . "If you don't drive me back to my car, I'm taking a taxi." We drove back to my car I silence after Amir and Khaled had exchanged a few words in Arabic. We didn't speak to each other the next couple of weeks. The episode left me quite moody. I didn't encourage David when he wanted to make love to me, so he didn't persist. We did make love a couple of times, but I felt strangely decoupled from the act. David asked me what was on my mind, but I simply brushed him off with 'it's just that time of month'. One day, while I was stacking up the store room, I suddenly felt Amir grab me from behind. I hadn't noticed that he'd come in. He ground his crotch into my bottom and kissed my neck. I just stood silently without moving. He was muttering how horny he'd been and how he missed me. "You've missed Amir, haven't you? Shlicke, you need me, I can feel it in your body. You just relax and let me massage you" he said, stroking my belly with his hand while sucking my earlobe. He carried on for a few minutes before suggesting that we meet after work. At quarter past two, I was walking from my car to his van at the mall we used to meet at. When he opened the door to let me in, I had the same feeling of deep guilt combined with being aroused that I'd felt every time I got into his van. He didn't drive down to the beach, but to Khaled's place. "He's lent me the keys to his flat, shlicke. He won't be home until seven, so we'll be gone long before he comes". I didn't know whether to trust him or not, but let my strong urge convince me to go in with him. Once inside, we were kissing and groping each other within seconds. Amir undid my blouse and took it off. He kept alternating between kissing my neck, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth and biting my earlobes, while removing garment after garment. Pretty soon I was naked. I felt a warm sensation between my legs and I could sense the wetness of my pussy. Amir sat down on the sofa, opened his fly ant took out his cock. He pointed to the floor indicating that I should kneel in front of him. Parting his legs wide, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me towards his crotch. "This cock needs to feel your warm mouth. Show me how much your body need this cock" he said. Looking directly at the erect cock that was pointing straight at my face I marveled its shape, thick, long and firm. I had never seen a circumcised cock before Amir's, not even in pictures. The head was huge, swollen with lust so that its surface was shiny. The piss slit had pre-cum oozing out. The shaft was of a slightly darker hue than the body from which it sprang and had a throbbing vein along the side. Under the shaft, hanging low, was a set of balls that contained a large amount of juice – juice that was waiting to spring through the slit. I licked and bathed the marvelous cock in my saliva feeling it slide to the back of my mouth. I pushed it further, gagging on it, but kept my mouth firmly sealed around it. I wanted Amir to see that I would willingly gag to bring him pleasure. When I looked up I saw his face was contorted from the pleasure he was receiving. He opened his eyes and looked at me, urging me on. It filled me with such joy that I could give him such pleasure. Suddenly he pushed my face away, got off the sofa and pushed me forward so that my face was resting on the sofa seat. I was still on my knees, so he got behind me and getting down on his knees he spread my legs so that he could get to my pussy. He jabbed wildly, and after I painfully felt him miss a few times, he entered my pussy thrusting hard till he hit the bottom. It hurt a bit, but the sensation was quickly converted to a wonderful inner massage. I felt my orgasm coming on and within a minute or so I was quivering from the fiery feeling in my pussy spreading throughout my belly. He carried on thrusting, eventually bringing on a second and then a third orgasm. When he came, he pulled out his cock and sent his juices in the crevice of my bottom. I don't think I've ever had such an intense orgasm. I stayed on my knees feeling the gobs of sperm slide down my crevice and into my pussy. He drew his finger along my slit, gathering some of his semen. He fed me his finger and I licked it as if it was his cock. We rested for a while and after a drink of water I got dressed. Even though I felt an incredible sexual bond between Amir and myself, I felt no love, just loads and loads of lust. I can't really explain it, I just felt that I'd experienced something fantastic at the hands of this man and I needed to return the favor. That night, I enticed David into making love to me by dressing up in lingerie after my daughter went to bed. He obviously felt horny because we made passionate love to each other, collapsing in each others arms. We fell asleep later on with our bodies tightly snuggled together, feeling closer to each other and more in love I kept meeting Amir 2-3 times a week and though I knew I could cause irreparable damage to my marriage and my family, I didn't have any wish to stop. Not that I wanted to cause pain to David or my daughter, but just like a drug-addict, I knew I needed another fix even though it was bad for me. Amir would meet me at the mall, we'd drive to the flat and after an hour we'd be on our way to each our own family. The strange thing was that the sessions with Amir didn't satiate me; when I got home I needed more sex and would almost attack David whenever the coast was clear. He wasn't complaining, though I'm sure he must have wondered once or twice what brought on my increased libido. One afternoon we were at Khaled's place where Amir and I were in a hot interlude when the door opened and Khaled walked in with a young girl. Amir had stripped me as usual and had me on my knees on the sofa with my breasts hanging over the edge of the sofa. He was pounding my pussy with a vengeance from behind. When the door opened I jerked up, but Amir grabbed my waist and kept on thrusting his cock into my pussy without losing a beat, bringing me closer to my orgasm. I might have made some attempt to stop, but I was so near that I just closed my eyes. When I came, I moaned loudly and opened my eyes, but couldn't see where Khaled and his girl were. Amir kept thrusting at a steady pace, so I just let my body adjust to Amir's rhythm again, enjoying his testicles slapping against my clitoris from underneath. Amir bent over me from behind, put his arms tightly around my belly and pulled me backwards so that we were both sitting, me on top of him. I realised he was almost fully clothed since his shirt buttons pressed into my naked back. I was straddling him without having let go of his cock. My feet touched the ground so I started bobbing up and down in his lap while he pushed upwards every time I pushed down. Looking through a sort of orgasmic haze, probably similar to a drug induced high, I saw Khaled sitting in the armchair right across from me with the girl on his lap. I felt embarrassed looking straight into their faces less than a meter away, so I turned my head sideways. I looked straight into a wardrobe with full size mirrors as doors and saw myself rocking on top of Amir. Both Khaled and the girl were staring at my crotch and were obviously getting very turned on by the raw sex in front of their faces. My breasts were moving in a pendulous manner, keeping time to my movements. The entire scene in the mirror was extremely erotic and quite bizarre, but it turned me on even more to watch myself having sex in front of two complete strangers. I was completely naked while the other three were fully clothed – Ok, Amir had his trousers down to his knees, but you couldn't see that in the mirror. It was like watching a porn flick while the flick was actually happening inside me. Very weird and very exciting. I could feel the sweat on my back turn cold for every breath Amir took and pretty son I could feel him breathing rapidly, clutching me ever tighter. His cock sent me off into another orgasm just a few seconds before he exploded inside me – well that's what it felt like at the time. I leant back against him while he kissed my back and squeezed my breasts. "The juices are running out of your cunt onto my lap" he said. So I moved to his side and lay down on my back so that his sperm would stay inside my pussy. He cupped my pussy with his hand on and said to the others "Look how prominent her cunt is when she lies down. A cunt like that is made for fucking, don't you agree?" Neither Khaled nor the girl answered, but were obviously extremely turned on by this time. Khaled said something to Amir in Arabic and lead the girl by her hand into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "We made them very horny, Khaled is going to fuck her". Pretty soon we could hear sounds from the bedroom that confirmed that. I just lay there while Amir stroked me all over. I put my head in his lap and took his soft cock in my mouth, letting it wallow in the warmth. After a while Khaled came out. "Shit, I have to find a washcloth for Norma, I came all over her.." So that was her name. The guys spoke a bit in Arabic then Amir said to me "Why don't you go in there and clean her up with your tongue. It is so much more pleasant." I hesitated, but he just took me by my hand leading me over to the bedroom door. But Khaled stopped him "You can't go in there, Norma isn't dressed! I will not let other men look at her naked body. She is not a whore." Despite the obvious jibe, I didn't let it get me. Khaled took me by the hand and closed the door behind us, shutting Amir out. Norma was masturbating on the bed "You didn't come yet, baby? Sandra will help you" He looked at me "Why don't you lick her cunt, and make her come?." He pushed me down onto the bed and then pushed the back of my head, guiding it towards her pussy. Her thick pubic hair was covered in sperm. I started licking her, first cleaning her and then flickering my tongue in her slit, moving towards the clit.. She moaned and writhed, taking her hands away from her pussy and clasping me behind my head. She opened her thighs, letting me slide in between them all the way up to her pussy and then enclosing my head with her thighs. I licked and sucked and was fascinated by what I was doing – it was another first since I had never been with a woman before. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She couldn't be more than 22 or so, making her much younger than Khaled and only half my age. She started bucking and writhing, letting me know that my tongue and fingers were doing the trick. The taste of Khaled's sperm mixed with her juices and my saliva lingered in my mouth while I gave her the oral treatment. When she came, she locked her legs around my head and kept me there in that gridlock for quite a long time. Her clit must have been very sensitive because she put her hand between my mouth and it to prevent me from continuing licking it. When she came back to the living room after getting dressed, I was still naked, cuddling in Amir's lap. She looked at both of us and said "Thanks, Amir,. That was soooo good. I've never been licked by a woman before" "My pleasure, Norma. And yours" Amir chuckled "Just say the word and I'll bring her to you again". They were treating me like an object, which I pretty much already felt like, sitting there naked amongst 3 fully clothed people with Amir's finger in my pussy. I liked the feeling because it sort of released me from my guilt. On our way to Khaled's after work one day, Amir suddenly pulled over by the pavement stopping by a woman with several carrier bags of groceries. He asked me to roll down the window, saying it was his wife. I was petrified, but I did as he said and he shouted "Get in, I'll drive you home before I drop Sandra off at the garage to pick up her car. She can sit in the back, can't you?" he asked turning to me. I just nodded and was about to move into the back of the van when his wife replied angrily "How dare you insult me like this. Do you expect me to sit in the same car on the same seat as that gabha? Do I look stupid? I'm definitely walking home". "You've got it all wrong" he spluttered, but she just carried on "Don't you think I can smell her perfume on your clothes when you come home? If you need to empty your balls, then it's better that you do it in her kis rather than staying up and masturbating to your internet films all night. At least nowadays you come to bed with me instead of staying up all night with your computer porn. But don't think I don't know about your whore, I have known for a long time. Let me just warn you" she said, turning and looking at me with burning eyes," if you give him any of your whorish diseases I'll personally come and cut your tits off." She marched off, spitting on the sidewalk demonstratively. Once again I was shattered, and was crying loudly. Amir drove down to the beach parking lot and held me, stroking my hair, holding my head to his chest. We sat like that for a long time until I had calmed down. We didn't have a lot to say to each other, so when Amir suggested driving me back to my car, I nodded. The following Monday he called me on the phone at work and asked me to forgive him for having put me in such a bad situation. He repeatedly told me that he needed to see me and that he had been very stupid to stop to pick up his wife. I didn't want to speak to him, so I hung up. He called again during his lunch and begged me to meet him after work. Again I hung up. After work he was standing beside my car. "Please, Sandra. I've deleted all the photographs from the web and my camera. They don't exist any longer." He put his arms around my waist, trying to hug me. I struggled trying to wrest myself free, but didn't want to make a scene in the parking lot of the mall where everyone knows me, so I said "Let go of me, then we can talk" We got into my car and drove down to the beach parking. He was stroking my hair "You are so beautiful, I can't give you up. Don't you need me? Am I not a good lover? Don't I give you pleasure every time?" I looked at him and he mistook it as a sign that I agreed. He drew my mouth to his, licking my lips and probing my mouth with his tongue. His gentleness melted something in me and I gave in. He bent down over the gear shaft and lifting my skirt up, he started licking my thighs and crotch. I let him lick me for a long time, holding his head down with my hand. He opened the door, got out of the car and got in the back seat. I didn't need any hint to do the same. I got in the back seat with him, pulling my panties off before getting in. We made love in the most uncomfortable, contorted position in the back seat of my sedan, not stopping until we had both come. Only when he lay there panting on top of me, with his juices running down one of my thighs did I think of how uncomfortable I was. I pushed him off me and sat up. I suddenly realised how careless we'd been, making love in a car in the middle of the day in a public car park, albeit a deserted one. But luckily no one was there to see us. Suddenly I knew it was over. That had been the last time I committed adultery with Amir. I felt much lighter and drove him back to the mall before going home. The next time I saw him, I told him it was over. He pleaded with me and phoned me a few times, but he must have realised that I was not going to change my mind this time, so he stopped pestering me. That was two months ago. David and I have a more adventurous time in bed now, but I haven't had any "need" for extramarital sex since.