Home Repairs: Part 3The painters get on the job like Clockwork.

Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

June

was staring at the framed picture hanging in our living room, a large

print of a vast Sidney Nolan landscape, an Australian outback

dreamscape.

"Do you know what bugs me about this?" she asked, aware that I was standing behind her.

"No?" I responded.

"I

know there's an unpainted patch of wall behind that print where your

handyman Fabio patched the hole you gouged out. I just can't enjoy

looking at this picture knowing there's an unsightly mess behind it."

"So what are you suggesting?" I asked knowing full well what she was suggesting.

"The

whole house needs a repaint, it just looks tired," June rejoined as

expected. "And those hidden eyesore just bug me, knowing that they're

there."

I

got the message. So checking through the junk mail from our letterbox

later in the day, I took extra notice of a promo card from Clockwork

Painters promising reasonable prices, no mess and guaranteed schedules.

Naturally the card had the iconic headshot of Alex from the movie, the

one with eyelashes and his black bowler hat. Inspired, I got in touch. I

negotiated a reasonable price with then to paint the interiors,

discussed the colors that June and I wanted, and set a date for them to

start.

On

the appointed day I was at my usual station, in the front room working

on my laptop when their striking orange van pulled up. They carefully

backed into our drive so the van's rear doors faced the house, not the

street. Two people got out of the front and opened the back of the van

which was full of the sort of things I guess you'd expect for painters.

As well as stacks of paint cans, I could see ladders and other platform

structures as well as what I guessed were groundsheets and such.

The

two painters wore blazing white overalls. As they got out of the van,

they both donned black bowler hats. Uh huh, I wondered, what had I got

myself into now? I noticed as they busied themselves at the back of the

van that the tall thin one was female and the shorter, muscular one was

male. Soon they were knocking on my front door.

As I let them into the house, the painters politely introduced themselves. "I'm Julie," the tall blonde woman announced.

"And

you can call me Gus," the stocky man announced. It was then that I

noticed that as well as the spotless white pants and white shirts and

suspenders and the bowler hats, they both sported the big black lashes

on one eye. Horror show, indeed.

I

laughed. Gus looked at me. "What's so funny?" he asked as if completely

unaware of the provenance of his appearance or its effect on me. Like I

should be scared of them or something.

"I've never seen such pristine outfits on workers before," I dissembled. "It's like you only just got them out of the pack."

"Oh,"

Gus countered, "we keep our uniforms extremely spick. We have our

special way of keeping them," he paused and emphasized, "spick." Like it

was something I should keep in mind.

For

some reason at that moment, I looked over to Julie who was blushing.

Well, I thought, whatever way they kept spick suited me if they were

careful not to get paint on themselves or on anything else.

I

walked them through the house pointing out what we had decided for each

room. Julie checked on her tablet to confirm that what I was saying was

what they had on the order. She nodded a lot without saying anything.

So everything must have been as ordered. After the tour I confirmed that

with her. "Oh yes," she smiled seeming a little more comfortable,

"everything is as expected. Just dobby," she added with a hint of an

eastern accent.

"Dobby," I repeated assuming I sounded stupid for mocking her.

"Nice," Gus grunted in a way that suggested he wanted to get the job started and wasn't too fussed with what I might say.

I

explained that I would set up my laptop and do my work in the back

garden if they needed me for anything. I also told them that my wife

June would be home some time although I could not be sure when.

We

all nodded about that, and then I set myself up on the outdoor

furniture in the late spring heat, under a bit of shade from our large

trees and went back to my work.

Sometime

later I took a break and went into my kitchen for a glass of water. The

noise in the house suggested that the painters had started with the

front room. They had their radio on and I could hear some banter between

the two of them. I went in to tell them that I did not mind their

choice of radio station, and I could pipe it through my house's system

if they wanted. When I stepped into the room, the first thing I noticed

was that Gus was shirtless. Julie did not seem to be fussed working with

the topless man, so I did not point it out, no need to embarrass

myself. I told them about the house system and Julie liked the idea, so I

went down the hall to sort it out. And then back out into the backyard

to get on with my work.

After

another short stint at my work, I had finished my water, so I took

another break and returned to the kitchen to fill up again. I peeked

into the front room. I was almost not surprised that Gus had his shirt

back on. But Julie had hers off. She sported a form-fitting white sports

bra which pressed her tits to her chest, suggesting nothing sexual to

me, nor it appeared to Gus who was near her but busy preparing the wall

along with the mostly topless woman in my front room. Although I did

notice that Julie was thin in a healthy way. Her arms and shoulders were

impressively muscled, no doubt due to her relatively physical work.

Unsure whether they had seen me I retreated to the safety of my back

garden and tried to concentrate on an issue that my boss wanted an

answer on by the end of the day.

I

was drafting a response to my boss when Julie sauntered out into my

garden, a medium size bottle of Coke in one hand. She was fully dressed

again. "Time to break," she informed me. "Boss requires this. Health and

safety, et cetera."

She

stood in silence for a moment or two taking the occasional swig from

her bottle while I pondered how to deal with my boss. "So this is where

your work is done," she smiled again trying for the small talk.

"I hope the work is getting done inside," I mock threatened like I wanted value for the money that I was paying them.

"Oh," Julie laughed, "that's not work, that's filly."

I gestured at my laptop screen. "I wish this was filly," I sighed.

"Maybe

you have the wrong job," Julie flatly observed with the confidence of

someone who didn't pay a lot of bills. Sensing my alienating look, she

backtracked towards the house. "Well, I must get back," she breezed,

"can't upset Gus." And she was gone.

Lunchtime

was approaching. I was trying to get to a point in my work where I

could stop and easily pick it back up after a meal when June sauntered

into the backyard. My wife wore a long red dress that closely fitted her

figure right down to her ankles; obviously the dress was made of a

stretch material.

"What is that?" I asked her.

June

gave me the smile of hers that always put me on edge, a warning for

something unexpected. "It's my Clockwork Orange dress," she smirked. "Do

you like it?" She swiveled around so I could get the full experience of

how it clung to her prominent tits, how it shadowed her crotch,

stretching enticingly over her ass and accentuating the contours of her

thighs and exaggerated her long thin legs. I guessed that she had

nothing on underneath.

"Rather," I agreed verbally along with my transparent gaze of desire. But I was worried. "What are you up to?" I asked her.

"Well,

I thought since you have invited the droogies into the house, I may as

well play along with the theme and see what happens." She placed one

hand on her hip, an invitation to her husband who was distracted by the

need to impress his boss with an honest day's work. Definitely no bra or

panty lines.

"It's

almost lunchtime," I observed probably completely killing what was left

of the moment between us. Recognizing that, she nodded in agreement.

"I've prepared something," she smiled. "Give me five minutes and then come in."

She

had organized the workers. The three of us sat at the kitchen table

while June fussed over us with cutlery and plates. She then produced a

large wooden board covered with foodstuffs.

"A

ploughman's lunch," June announced. "It's all there for you to select

and put on your plates. So if you don't like pickled onions or if you

don't eat meat there's still plenty for you."

"And who doesn't like pickled onions?" Gus enthused.

"Well I don't for a start," Julie sniffed. "Sorry Mrs. Miller but they give me wind."

"Nice

to know," Gus smirked while he shoveled meat and onions and eggs and

bread onto his plate while taunting Julie and praising June for her

generosity in feeding him. June took her place at the table to prepare

her own meal.

"He

has a cold pie in an sky in the van," Julie revealed. June raised an

eyebrow. "He eats them cold," Julie continued. June seemed interested.

I

wasn't really paying attention to the chat as my eyes wandered. Julie

noticed that I was staring at her tits, even though they were well

concealed. She nudged Gus and gestured at me.

June noticed the change in the mood around the table. "Is something the matter?" she asked Julie who gestured at me.

"He

spied on us while we were working earlier," Julie replied. "I'd taken

my top off;” She looked at Gus who gave her a warning glance. But since

she had started, he shrugged. "Well, I took my top off and he was

watching."

June asked me to deny it which I couldn't of course.

Gus

stood up. "We need to do something about that," he ordered. He exited

the kitchen, returning with a length of rope. "Julie," he ordered. She

stood up and before I knew it she pinned my arms behind me. She was

strong; I was not going to even try to escape her. Gus quickly bound my

hands together and then used the rest of the rope to secure me to my

chair.

June

nodded at my predicament and looked over quizzically at the others.

"How is he going to eat lunch?" she asked them, appearing mildly

concerned.

"Oh,

that is easy," Julie smiled as she removed her shirt. "I'm going to

feed him like this to remind him what he should not have looked at."

June shrugged.

Julie

looked to my plate and then to the spread that was still on the board.

"Mr Miller likes his cheese and his pickles," she noted as she spread a

generous dollop of Bramston pickles on the slice of stilton on my place.

And she then leant over me very closely to feed me, careful not to give

me too much. The other two watched while they munched at their meals.

Julie

stood and rolled her shoulders back to accentuate the curve of her neat

bust, covered only by that sports bra. "No touching," she warned me

unnecessarily as she threatened my face by shimmering her tits close to

my mouth. Then she smiled. "But of course you can't," she remembered

with a flourish. "Now since I won't be eating the onions, that means we

have more for you, Mr Miller." She reached onto the spread and selected a

medium sized pickled onion. Once again she loomed very close to me then

popped the whole onion into my mouth, filling it up. I worked my tongue

around it, unable to get a good bite on the thing.

"Hello,"

an assertive voice called from our front door. Someone had let himself

in. This man in his Clockwork uniform, in his clean white overalls

looked into kitchen. With his bowler hat, his generous dark hair and

stocky build, he looked perfectly cast, especially when he gave me an

evil smile, straight from the McDowell repertoire.

"What is going on here, me little drogues?" he asked with a little darkness.

June

turned to me with a huge smile "See, Henry, they do say 'drogues'.

Isn't that the cutest thing?" She looked at the recent arrival. "You

even look like Malcolm McDowell in the movie. But again if you're a bit

stocky and have black hair and the outfit, you're going to be a close

fit, I guess," she noted.

Julie smiled at him too. "Alex, you finally got here!" she gushed.

"And

not a moment too soon," he retorted. Then he looked over at me. "What

do I see going on here?" he asked no one in particular.

"This baddiwad man is a dirty voyeur," Gus told Alex with a shrug. "You know what we do with voyeurs."

I looked with concern at Alex but he did not seem to know what they did with voyeurs, so he said nothing.

"We tie them up," Julie offered with some enthusiasm.

"And

then you taunt them some more, since you're such a blatant

exhibitionist?" Alex confirmed while staring at Julie's bare chest, bare

except for the bra that she needed to adjust all of a sudden, letting a

tit slip out for just a moment. Alex stared at her chest for a moment

longer than he needed to then as if he remembered, he decided "let's get

back to work now" to general grudging acceptance. Then he added "and

don't forget to untie the customer."

He

looked more closely at me. I indulged him, struggled in my chair,

gurgling incomprehensively at him, what with my mouth full. "And get

that bloody onion out of his mouth," he ordered.

Working

in the afternoon sun was dehydrating. Either that or I just wanted to

check in on the painting crew to discover what may happen next. I

stepped quietly back into the kitchen since it sounded like all three

were in the front room.

I realized that Alex was addressing the other two. I crept as close to the front room as I could to try to overhear.

"You

both realize what the penalty for that is," he boomed. There seemed to

be some acknowledgement from the other two. And the sound of clothes

being shed. I knew that I had to look, even at the chance of again being

discovered. Well, after all it was my house. I figured that the best

angle to see would be from the hallway that led from the front of the

house to the bedrooms. "Back to work," Alex boomed which scared me for a

moment before I realized that he was ordering his workers, not me. So I

sidled out of the kitchen and down the hall to where I was sure I could

watch and not be seen.

So

what could I see? The three of them were still preparing the walls and

protecting the rest of the room. Julie was masking the skirting boards.

Which would have been uneventful if she was not on her knees and

completely naked except for her black boots. Somehow I lucked onto a

clear view of her from behind with her knees spread on the floor to give

her extra reach. I could see that she was completely shaven giving me a

clear view of her bottom and her pussy. She was unselfconscious about

any view that she was presenting to her workmates. Also to my surprise,

her now freed tits were larger than I imagined. They were not as large

or as firm as June's impressive rack, but they were prominent. Over the

other side of the room, Gus scraped old loose paint off the wall. He too

was naked, I could see his muscular back and tight ass. It seemed he

was being punished by having to face the wall so not he could not view

his attractive co-worker. Guessing that I had seen enough for the

moment, I eased back into the kitchen collected my glass of water and

headed back outside. On the way out the back door I was bailed up by

June who read my look correctly.

"What

are they up to?" she demanded. So I told her as her eyes lit up with

possibilities given that they had already tied me up for espying Julie

when she was only partly undressed. I could only imagine what my

punishment could be for seeing the whole package. And for some reason I

expected that June would inveigle herself into whatever plans they may

have for me. Plus there was the challenge that she presented in her

clinging red dress.

With

the afternoon well advanced, the sea breeze had arrived. I went back

into the house since the backyard was growing cool. This time I made all

the appropriate noise, opening and closing the back door loudly and

stomping into the kitchen.

"Hello,"

I called out as I entered the kitchen. Their response suggested that

they had moved to the hallway, the place where I had spied on them not

long before. I strode into the hallway to find the three workers all

diligently at their tasks, all their clothes on and no hint of what I

had seen of them in the front room prior. "When are you thinking of

finishing?" I asked Alex.

"Just about done for the day," he smiled.

"Did you get much done?" I asked.

He nodded. "We're on track," he reported. And clapped his hands. The other two stopped. "Raz, time for R and R," he told them.

Quicker

than I could expect, Gus and Julie approached me, grabbed my arms and

manhandled me into the lounge room. Weird, I noticed a kitchen chair set

against one wall. Then I notice June lounging on the lounge opposite in

her long red dress with a wry smile on her face. I knew where I was

going. Gus and Julie tied me securely to the chair.

"What's this for?" I spluttered, knowing full well what it was for.

Alex

came up close to me, with a threatening smile. "Viddying our little

Julie in all her nature's glory without her permission, getting an

eyeful of her charms."

"Of

my charms," Julie mocked me posturing beguilingly at me to hint at what

I had seen then and what I could not see now, with her fully clothed.

"Did you enjoy being a skitey sneak?" she cooed. "Because you know there

has to be a reckoning."

"A reckoning," Gus echoed, making a not very threatening impersonation of Alex.

"A

reckoning," Alex echoed somewhat more effectively since firstly he had

the parlance and secondly, he was stroking my grinning wife's neck while

he said it.

So a reckoning it was.

I

sat helpless while Alex lifted June off the lounge with both his hands

on her neck. Gus and Julie clapped in anticipation, then moved over and

grabbed June by her arms, pinning them behind her back.

Alex

stepped back. "Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate," he crooned at

her. June gestured to kick her way out of the grip of the two painters

but her floor length dressed constrained just how far she could kick her

legs, which was not far.

"When in this charming car this charming man," Alex crooned menacingly at me.

I stared at him somewhat confused. "Shouldn't you be Singing In The Rain?" I asked.

Alex

laughed. "That is so nineteen seventy-three," he taunted me then danced

back over to where June was struggling to escape the other painters.

Alex produced a blade from one of his pockets. "Haven't got a stitch to

wear," he intoned as he pulled the material of the red dress away from

one of June's large tits and snipped the dress to expose her nipple and a

lot of her tit when he let the dress go. As he kept on singing, Alex

repeated the action with June's other tit.

He

stopped and turned to make sure I was watching. "You saw all of our

Julie's charms, didn't you?" he declared. It was not a question worth

answering. "Well," he concluded, "fair is only fair." And with that he

pulled June's dress away from her crotch and with the blade he tore it

more than enough for her sex to be well exposed. Julie reached down with

her free hand, through the gape, reaching right in so that she could

finger my wife. Maybe not surprisingly, June groaned and thrust her

crotch forward to get Julie to rub her properly.

Julie

stopped, removing her hand and allowing Alex to swing my wife around to

plonk her back on the couch. Helped by Gus, he spread June's legs wide

to completely display her shaved cunt to all of us. Gus reached up to

play with June's tits, squeezing them both through the widening holes in

the top of her dress. He lewdly exposed them, caressing roughly then

pulling on the nipples. He gestured for Julie to help him but she shook

her head with a smile and stepped back, leaving my wife to the men.

Alex

drew his face, close to my wife's crotch. "La, la-la, la-la, la-la,

this charming man," he sang before he went right there with his tongue.

Julie

sidled over to me with a determined look on her face, no smile for the

moment. "Better check on the husband," she offhandedly informed her

workmates. She placed a hand on my crotch. "Guess what, boys?" she

laughed. "He's enjoying this."

Both

Alex and Gus turned to us with overwrought disdain on their faces.

"Continue what you were doing," Julie ordered them, "I think he likes

viddying." She grabbed me hard by my hard cock and shook her head. "You

naughty malchick," she scolded. I looked to her in hope but she let me

go. "I want a good viddy of this," she decided. And with that, Julie

planted her bottom down on my hard cock pressing down in an

uncomfortable way, at least for me. She pressed her back up against my

chest. Of course I was too tied to be able to adjust myself or get

comfortable. Julie realizing that I couldn't see what was happening to

my wife turned the chair side-on enough that we could both watch, with

me still trapped by her bottom.

June

collapsed back on the lounge under the attention of Gus and Alex. Gus

kept on his attention to my wife's tits, but Alex stopped eating her and

stood up. Unbuttoning his pants, Alex revealed a semi-hard cock. He

looked over towards the two of us in our strange arrangement. "It's time

for you sophistos to learn about the old in-out," he advised as he

turned back to my wife. No doubt knowing what would happen Gus left June

and took a step back. From her prone position, June looked me in the

eye for a moment with, I thought, a sense of helplessness as Alex placed

his cock against her lips and then into her mouth. Soon he was

thrusting and June was sucking.

Julie leaned back against my chest to talk to me. "She seems a bit eager, doesn't she?" Julie asked.

"I don't know," I stammered. "What choice does she have?"

But

at that point, we could see Alex thrusting and could clearly hear June

slurping up and down on Alex's cock. Julie gave me a look of triumph.

"Gagging for it, I'd say," she told me with a smile. "Gagging," she

repeated in a stage whisper.

Alex looked down at Gus who was back toying with June's nipples. "Could you check if she's still damp?" he asked his colleague.

"Sure

boss," the other man replied, and went down to slurp between legs that I

realized June had kept wide open; even after Alex had stopped licking

her.

Julie

rubbed her bottom against my erection. It was like she had worked out

exactly how to keep me both hard and uncomfortable with little chance of

relief. I tried to guess if she was getting off on watching the other

three. I was unsure. She was riding me but was not giving me any hints

that she was getting off on it.

"I think she's ready, boss," Gus reported.

Alex

disengaged from June's mouth and placed his hard and wet cock at my

wife's entrance. Sensing his chance, Gus unbuttoned his pants and placed

his cock at my wife's face. June did not hesitate. Gus was inside

June's mouth before Alex penetrated her. She did not resist.

"She

definitely looks willing," Julie averred, and I had to admit that she

was right. June was now completely engaged with the two male painters,

thrusting back at Alex and sucking hard on Gus.

Julie

watched them intently. "The problem is," Julie continued telling me as

she raised herself up, giving me a moment of respite, "everyone is

getting their rocks off," as she rubbed her ass against my crotch to

remind me how frustrated I was, "except for me." She spread her legs to

press down more intimately onto me. "Now," she wondered aloud, "what can

we do about that?"

While

her two colleagues continued to penetrate June, Julie stood up in front

of me, obscuring my view of them. With her back to me I could not see

what Julie was doing with her hands near her crotch. Whatever it was she

kept it going for some moments. Then she readjusted her stance, this

time to ease her white pants below her hips and then all the way off.

She kept her panties on although they were sheer, exposing just about

all of her ass to me, not that she seemed concerned at that. Indeed, she

turned around to face me and with a smile on her face, she ran a hand

down the front of her blouse, playing her fingers over her panties and

then into her panties. Now she was pleasuring herself. Then with a

widened smile she ran that hand over my rock hard but still confined

cock. She did that for a moment, stopped and then again. I tensed

against my restraints, hoping for some release. Julie smiled and put her

hand back down her pants.

"Please," I begged.

Julie

kept up her own pleasure for a moment. She increased the pace and

started to thrust her hips at me. "You must be so uncomfortable like

that," she relented, when she stopped after what looked to me like a

small orgasm. "Here," she offered, "let me help."

She

knelt down and started to reach for my pants. At that moment, June

emitted a loud grunt. We both looked over to see what it was about. Alex

had pulled out of my wife's cunt at what must have been a critical

moment for her. Erect and proud, he returned it to her mouth while Gus

now teased his hard cock up and down my wife's slit, laughing at her

attempts to get him into her.

"You

do know we've swapped?" Alex asked June as he pushed his cock half way

into her mouth, which made her attempt to answer somewhat difficult.

That encouraged Gus to go to town in fucking her. I could see how eager

he was. And June soon matched him with her own enthusiasm.

But

then Gus got his self-control back and pulled out of June. He reached

for the hem of her dress, bit on a weak spot and then tore the dress

from the hem right up to the gap that had exposed her sex. He grabbed

the flaps of the material and pulled them wide to completely bare June

from the waist, totally lewd with her tits both exposed through the

holes Alex had make there. She thrust at Gus, clearly determined to have

him continue to fuck her as soon as he would.

Watching

this Julie casually wanked me through the material of my pants. "Let's

have some fun too," she decided and quickly unzipped my pants and tugged

them down, leaving me only constrained by my underwear. To no one's

surprise there was a considerable wet area on my underwear around the

head of my cock.

"Now,"

wondered Julie, even hooking her little finger coquettishly in the side

of her mouth, "what are we going to do with that?"

But

before Julie and I could agree on what would be appropriate to do next,

there was more action around June. Alex fucked her mouth while Gus went

back to town on her, getting up a fast rhythm down below. Alex suddenly

stopped, still in her mouth and let out a loud laugh. He looked down at

June's face.

"We're

having a lot of fun here, devotchka, but what about you?" Alex finally

pulled his cock out of June's mouth and held it in his hand a short

distance away.

June

looked up to Alex with a pleasant smile. "That's very considerate of

you to ask, Alex," she smirked, trying to give Alex as good with her

attitude as he gave her. That attitude was back.

"But June," Alex continued, "have you previously had one hard cock in your cunt and one in your mouth at the same time?"

June

was up to that taunt. "Let me think," she grinned, "it's not that

memorable." She appeared to think about it for a moment, with Gus poised

steady inside her and Alex's cock waving in its hardness, still not far

from her mouth. "I may have," June concluded, "once or twice. It's of

no real consequence."

Alex

turned back to me. Julie rubbed her hand up and down my still covered

erection. "Henry," Alex asked me, "what do you think of the predicament

that your wife is in?" And to demonstrate what he was describing, Alex

reinserted his cock into my wife's willing mouth.

I

noticed that her hips were shuddering as Gus restarted his own rhythm

inside of her. "She seems to be enjoying it," I wryly commented.

"She is, indeed," Alex exclaimed as he started to thrust with his own excitement.

"It's

so sexy, isn't it Henry," Julie oozed as she watched the three of them.

She leaned up close. "Perhaps that could be me," she whispered in my

ear, "two cocks in one lucky girl.' We watch the threesome, and June

certainly did seem lucky, I guess. "Ooh," Julie grunted loudly for

everyone's benefit. As she did that, she slid aside the front of her

panties so she could finger herself without obstruction. "It's so hot,"

she exclaimed as she held her panties over to one side with the hand

that she wasn't masturbating with. But then she looked compassionately

at me. "It's time to set you free," she purred. "You've suffered enough,

haven't you?"

I

nodded in hope. Julie stepped out of her panties. She smiled as my cock

throbbed in anticipation. She carefully took the band of my underwear

in her hands and gently eased it over my now painful erection and slip

them down to my ankles.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, "Free at last."

She

was half right, I was indeed free even if I was still secured to the

chair with my hands firmly tied behind my back. But the relief on my

cock was amazing, almost painful in the release while I got accustomed

to my improved situation. It didn't last for long. Before I had time to

really enjoy my freedom, such as it was, or wonder when Gus and Alex had

again swapped positions on June, Julie pressed her now completely bare

bottom against my thighs. She swished around on me for a moment,

tormenting my erection that if anything was getting harder. "Just look

at those three," she gushed as Gus and Alex started to thrust harder

into June as she thrust harder back at Alex as well as enthusiastically

bobbing her head up and down on Gus.

And

then Julie shimmied just a little, but enough. And whether I wanted it

or not, I was inside her, buried as deep as possible in this gorgeous,

teasing young woman with her back and her bottom pressed up against me

while we both watched the scene in front of us. Julie could move and

pleasure herself and enjoy it to the utmost. And indeed she seemed to

have at least one finger on her clit. While tied to the chair with my

arms secured around my back, all I could hope for my own pleasure was

that Julie would choose to fuck me in a way that got me off. But for the

moment, impaled in her as I was, there was little chance that I was

going to cum or even manage to get to the level of pleasure that came

from being embedded in an attractive excited woman while watching my

wife being impaled herself at both ends simultaneously.

Julie leaned back to me, smiled and whispered "I'd like you to come inside me" with a genuine looking plea etched on her face.

I looked pleading too but for other reasons. "That's not going to be easy," I warned her.

"Oh,

okay," she said like it didn't matter that much after all. She went

back to fucking me for her own pleasure while watching Gus and Alex who

were getting more frantic with June. And I could see her getting more

frantic with them. They were all going to explode soon.

Which they did.

Julie

came loudly a moment after, as the other three were still coming down

from their high, all still connected. Julie's spasms around my cock were

what I needed too. I started to spurt, not a full-blown liberating

orgasm but a good enough one that finished a couple of spurts after

Julie's. She noticed those last few spurts and turned around to kiss me.

"What a good malchik you are, doing what you were asked," she breathed

over me.

The other three disengaged and started to stretch and smile. June yawned.

"Thanks for staying awake," Gus observed.

June feigned a look of boredom. "It was almost worth it," she flatly responded. "Horror show indeed."

Julie

got off me as if she was suddenly embarrassed to be fucking a husband

while his wife was in the room. She edged away from me, revealing that I

was still erect, no doubt still ready for more after my desperate

half-orgasm.

June

came over to me, naked from the waist, tits exposed through the top of

her ruined dressed and noticeably dripping from her cunt. She tried to

hug me, but it wasn't that encompassing or romantic as I was still tied

to the chair and in no position to respond. "Oh you poor man," she

sympathized, "it must have been terrible having to fuck Julie and watch

me when there was nothing you could do to control the situation."

I

smiled at her "It looked so tough for you getting it from Gus and Alex

at both ends at the same time," I gently taunted. "How will we ever be

the same again?"

Alex

had been watching us. "That's a touching display of affection, eh?" he

commented. "Lovey-dovey," he added, back in character.

Julie

marched over to Alex and slapped him on the wrist. "Watch those two,"

she ordered him. "You could learn something." No one had made any effort

to put any of their clothes on.

I

rocked on my chair, stomping it down to attract everyone's attention.

"Now that you're done with us, I guess that's it for the day. We'll see

you tomorrow," I suggested to them. I was after a bit of normalcy.

Alex

appeared to think about what I said. "I don't know. If we stay here

tonight, we can get an early start in the morning." He looked around the

room in his menacing manner. "Any objections?" He paused and eyeballed

all of us again, daring us for a response to that. "I thought not," he

noted and looked hard at June. "We need a nice big dinner after all our

exertions," he told her.

June

gestured at me. "He's the cook," she reported. "You're going to have to

untie him if you're going to get anything to eat. Otherwise it will be

cold cuts again."

Julie

sidled back over, nudging herself between June and me. She fondled my

still hard cock and smiled at me. "Well, I guess, he has earned a little

freedom," she decided as she looked around at her colleagues. "But that

means one thing;”

Alex

smiled at June as he approached her from the front with Julie already

poised behind her. Alex made the announcement to June: In that case,

we'll just have to tie you up."

I looked at my wife's face but she wasn't giving anything away.

Leaving

the home repairs there for the moment. If you have any urgent home

repairs you would like to see, please get in touch or comment and I'll

try to get Henry and June onto them. Thanks for coming along on this

journey.

Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts; for Literotica.