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Mandy and I married in 1973. She was a stunningly attractive young
woman then. I still think she's a stunningly attractive woman all these
years later. She stands about five feet and six inches tall. In those
days she had a magnificent figure with ample breasts and an beautifully
round arse. What, perhaps, was most striking about her, though, was her
colouring. She has always had very fair skin and large, luminous green
eyes. In those days her hair was a long, luxurious waterfall of
chestnut tumbling to well below her shoulders. Today it's somewhat
greyer but it is still full and beautiful.
Still. 1973. We were just married and we went off on our honeymoon. We
flew out to Florida. That was an unusual thing in those days - package
holidays were in their infancy and Florida had not developed its
tourist industry for Brits to the extent it has today. We both come
from well-off families, though, and they wanted to treat us to a
honeymoon that was a bit special. And special it was. They had booked
us into a nice hotel in Miami - The Majestic - and arranged for the
hire of a car for a week. It didn't take us long after we arrived to
discover that everyone in Miami drove everywhere. I was a little
concerned, at first, about driving on the right, but I soon got used to
it. Indeed, I became quite confident.
Maybe that's why I thought it would be a good idea to go out to the
Everglades. Sure, there was plenty of sun, sea and sand at the beaches
of Miami - and we made good use of them - but I thought it would be a
missed opportunity if we didn't go out and see the swamps. They aren't
exactly plentiful in the UK. So off we set off West along the Tamiami
Trail before heading South into the swamps. Mandy had the map open on
her lap and I threw an occasional glance toward it. She was wearing a
short, tan-brown skirt that contrasted with the pale skin of her
thighs. I also kept glancing at her cleavage, likewise set-off
beautifully by the lightweight orange shirt she had chosen. I was a
lucky man, I said to myself as I drove along what seemed to be
increasingly narrow roads.
That was the problem with that whole confidence thing. We'd assumed
that, armed with a map, we would get to where we were going with little
difficulty. It was becoming increasingly obvious, though, that we had
taken a wrong turning somewhere along the way. Worse, for lengthy
stretches the road was lined by trees and dense forest so it was hard
to get a sense of which direction we were going. By now Mandy and I
were exchanging nervous grins. Then things went from bad to worse. I
realised that the car was beginning to slow down. I was having to press
the accelerator pedal harder just to keep the thing moving. It began to
dawn on us that we could wind up lost and stranded in a part of the
country renowned for its swamps. Abruptly all that confidence just
evaporated.
Eventually the car just ground to a halt. I pulled in as close to the
side of the road as I could get which meant, as I had automatically
pulled in to the left, that the driver's door was rather closer to the
undergrowth than I would have liked. Still, I managed to open the door
and get out without scratching the paintwork. I left Mandy in the car
and began trudging along the road. After about an hour it met a wider
road and, to my relief, I saw a "gas station" about a hundred yards
along it to the right. To my even greater relief, as I approached it I
noticed a tow-truck parked at the side of a building that looked like a
"repair shop".
The place seemed to be run by one guy. He introduced himself as Eric
when he shook my hand. He was about six feet tall with black hair and
piercing blue eyes. His skin was of an off-white colour that suggested
a hint of cross-race relations somewhere in his ancestry - still an
issue in Florida in those days. He was wearing denim dungarees that
left his chest and shoulders bare and there was a sheen of oil and
sweat on his skin. I described where the car was and he set out with
the tow truck while I sat on a hard wooden chair inside a small room
with a table and a few magazines - Playboy, Penthouse. This was clearly
where Eric had his lunch and breaks. A small window looked into the
workshop. There were a couple of workbenches and a ramp for cars.
Nothing interesting.
After about twenty minutes I heard the sound of engines outside and I
went out into the forecourt. The tow-truck, with Eric at the wheel, had
pulled into the forecourt with our hire-car hauled behind him, Mandy
sitting in its driver seat. I walked out into the forecourt as Mandy
got out of the car and she ran to me and threw herself into my arms.
"Oh God! Mike!" she said as she held me close. "I was so scared. You
were gone for nearly two hours! I thought... I thought... I'm so glad
that Eric came and got me." Then she kissed me full on the lips.
Eric sauntered from the pickup truck. He seemed to be taking a long
look at my lovely wife and I couldn't blame him. He guided us into the
small room where I had waited and got us water from the water cooler.
"If you head South along this road about two miles, then take a left
that should get you where you want to go," he said. "I think I know
what ails your car. Can I get your keys?" I handed over the car keys
and he left the room. After about ten minutes I heard movement in the
workroom next door. I glanced through the window and saw Eric at the
workbench with a few tools and some part of our car's engine. Facing
toward me across the workbench he spotted me and waved. "Shouldn't be
more than half an hour!" he called out, his voice audible through the
glass.
So we sat for twenty minutes or so, Mandy and me. we held hands as
newly-weds do. We talked about the other things we'd done since we had
arrived in Florida. I ran my hand over her thigh and she stroked mine.
There were moments when I wished we were back in our room at the hotel.
For some of those twenty minutes I just looked at her. She was so
beautiful and she was my wife. Then Eric came back into the room. "Got
it fixed," he said. "You had some corrosion in the cylinder head. Not
hard to fix but I needed a couple of small parts. Let's call it
seventy-five bucks. I'll give you a receipt and you can reclaim it from
your car-hire firm."
"That's great," I said and fished into my trousers for my wallet. It
wasn't there. "I think my wallet must be in the car," I said. Eric
gestured to the forecourt and I went out to the car. The doors were
open and I hunted through the glove compartment. Realisation was
dawning on me that I had left my wallet in the bedside cabinet back at
the Majestic. "Sorry," I said to Eric, who had followed me out to the
car. "I think it must be back at our hotel." I watched his face harden.
"Ring them," I said. "They'll send someone to our room and they'll
bring it out to us".
"OK", Eric replied. He gestured back toward the room Mandy and I had
sat in. We went in and he sat at the desk. He picked up the phone and
asked "What's the number?". I didn't know. I had no idea what the phone
number for our hotel was. I suppose I'd only suggested phoning there
out of bravado. "So let me get this straight," Eric said, getting to
his feet and walking around the desk to face us. "You owe me seventy
five dollars. You've got no money with you. You can't get in touch with
your hotel. I'm guessing you've got no ID - that it's in your wallet,
wherever that is. Right?" I nodded dumbly. I remembered being told that
I had to carry my driver's licence with me at all times when I came to
America, but I was so used to not having to think about such things
that I had forgotten. "We've got a problem, haven't we?"
"Look," I started. "I promise you. We'll drive straight back to our
hotel and come back tomorrow with the money. You have my word."
"And maybe you'll just not bother yourselves. Maybe tomorrow you'll be
flying back to England - that's where you come from, right?" Eric
replied. "Still, it makes no difference. My boss will be here later on
today to cash up. I've used parts to fix your car. He'll be looking for
the money for them. If I don't get it from you it'll come out of my
pocket. Why should I do that?"
There was no good answer to that. Mandy, with a degree of bravado said,
"We could just drive off." By way of response Eric looked her up and
down with a bold stare. Then he reached into the pocket of his
dungarees and held up the key to the car.
"Tell you what," he said after a few moments. "I'll pay for the repair,
but I want something in return. I want your wife's pants." I felt the
colour drain from my face and I felt Mandy instinctively reach for my
hand. I should have automatically refused, but they weren't expensive
lingerie or anything like that. "And about twenty minutes with her in
my workshop," he added. Neither of us said anything. We knew exactly
what he meant and I felt bile rising in my stomach at the thought.
"Talk it through," said Eric. "I'll be in the workshop when you're
ready. Unless you fancy walking."
"Let's just go," I said to Mandy, the idea of her going through with
Eric's suggestion making me feel sick.
"We can't!" replied Mandy. "What are we going to do? Walk?"
"We could hitch a ride," I suggested.
"And how do we know we're not getting into a car with a maniac?" Mandy
pulled me in close to her and kissed me. "Besides, what do we do about
the hire car? We can't just leave it here and I'm not sure we could
find our way back here." An involuntary shiver ran through her body.
"We've got no choice." She pulled away from me and went out of the
office. A moment or two later I saw her, through the window, appear at
the door of the workshop. I should have looked away then. I should have
turned my back and sat facing away from the glass with my fingers in my
ears. But I didn't.
Turning to face Mandy Eric gave a "Gimme" gesture with his right hand.
Reaching under her tan skirt she pulled her white cotton panties down
her long, beautiful white legs. Stepping out of them she picked them up
and carried them to their new owner, who hung them up next to the car
ramps. Then slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned her orange blouse. I
remember how I had admired Mandy's breasts in the days before I plucked
up the courage to ask her out. They were beautifully rounded and ample.
Now they stood revealed to another man - a stranger. He slipped the
blouse from her shoulders and guided it off her arms, letting it fall
to the floor. Then he cupped her breasts with his oily hands, trapping
her nipples between his fingers. I knew how sensitive Mandy's nipples
were, and I knew that this kind of treatment would be sending little
shocks of pleasure to her groin.
After a minute or two Eric unsnapped the fastenings on his dungarees
and let them slip down his body. He was well-built with clearly defined
abdominal muscles and a body that spoke of the effects of regular
physical labour. Stepping out of his dungarees and standing in his
boxers he placed his hands on my wife's shoulders and pushed her gently
down onto her knees, her face level with his groin. I couldn't clearly
hear what he told her to do, but it became obvious. She pulled down his
boxers and released his manhood. Already hardening it was circumcised
and clearly at least as big as mine. I watched, unable to tear my eyes
away, as my lovely young bride of only a couple of weeks opened her
mouth and took the head of Eric's cock in. With her soft white hand she
stroked it as it got harder, longer and thicker and she began to suck.
Eric's hands in her chestnut hair encouraged her to take him deeper
with each downward movement of her lips on his shaft. In sympathy I
felt my own penis beginning to harden and a flush of shame filled me.
By now Eric's shaft was fully erect. He guided Mandy to the workbench
where he had worked on our car's cylinder head. He helped her up so
that she was sitting on the edge of the bench. Her back was toward me
and she leaned backward, supporting her weight on her arms. Eric
glanced toward me and caught my eye. A terrible wave of guilt filled me
as I realised he knew I was watching. He hitched up my wife's skirt
then dropped out of sight for a moment. Then I saw my Mandy's thighs
rising in front of her and the top of Eric's head between them. I had
not expected this. He was licking her slot. I heard a gasp from her,
audible even through the window. She threw back her head and her dark
hair tumbled against the pale skin of her back. Clearly his tongue was
having the intended effect and I imagined her becoming moist and her
lips opening as it moved between them and probed at her clitoris. More
little gasps of pleasure and I could see that Mandy was becoming more
and more aroused.
Getting to his feet Eric placed his hand on my wife's chest and said,
"Lie back". She lowered her body so that she was lying on the workbench
with him supporting her legs. Then spreading my wife's thighs he moved
his torso between them. He hooked her legs over his arms and his hand
moved at her groin and I knew he was guiding the head of his cock to
her entrance. "OH!" Mandy cried out and with a single thrust, I knew,
he was buried deep inside my wife's pussy. Then he began rhythmically
thrusting into her, his abdominal muscles rippling as he drove his
shaft into her again and again. Mandy couldn't help herself. I knew
that. Each thrust brought a cry or a gasp from her. She threw hands
back above her head and I watched her breasts moving in synch with Eric
pounding his pole into her. I watched as my lovely wife - my bride of
just a couple of weeks - got fucked by another man.
Abruptly he pulled back and withdrew from her. For a fleeting moment I
caught sight of his still-hard shaft glistening with my wife's juices.
For a fleeting moment I thought that it was all over. Then he placed
his hands on Mandy's hips and guided her off the workbench. He turned
her around and pushed her so that she was bent across the bench. Now
her face was toward me and I bet the bastard knew it. He stood behind
her and a moment later a wave of pleasure flashed across her face and I
knew that he was back inside her. I watched his body moving behind her
as he slammed his cock into her with ever increasing urgency. At the
same time I watched her face contorted as she came ever closer to
orgasm. I almost fancied I could hear his flesh slapping against her
arse with each thrust. I definitely could hear her cries as he worked
her closer... ever closer. "Oh God!" She was moaning. "Oh God! OH GOD!
OH GOD!!!!" Her fingers were clawing the air in front of her and I
watched her face - every ripple of pleasure ran across it. I knew what
was coming but nothing could prepare me for when it did. "OH! MY
FUCKING GOD!!!!!!" she roared, then began to squeal as orgasm ran
through her. And there I was, watching my wife cum on another man's
cock.
When Mandy cums like that it sensitises her pussy. It's like she just
keeps cumming. So now I got to watch as she continued to cry out and
scream as Eric fucked her. I say, "got to". I couldn't look away. I
couldn't look away as his thrusts got faster and he started to grunt
and mouth obscenities. I couldn't look away as he slapped her arse and
told her that he was going to cum while she wailed in pleasure as he
fucked her. I couldn't look away as he cried out and drove a few more
deep thrusts into her and I knew that he was unloading his seed deep
inside my wife's unprotected pussy. I slumped down onto the chair by
the window. My cock was so hard and I felt, somehow, that that meant I
had betrayed my wife.
I don't know how long I sat there. It was long enough for my erection
to fade. Mandy came into the office holding the cary key. I took it
from her and we walked out to the car without a word. The silence
continued for our drive back to the hotel. Eric's directions were
accurate and we were back in less than an hour. All the way, though, an
image floated in my imagination of my wife sitting in the passenger
seat beside me; of semen seeping from her naked pussy to stain her
skirt.
The silence continued for the rest of the day. We exchanges pleases and
thank-yous but that was about it. That night, as we lay side by side
naked in our honeymoon bed, the silence stood as a barrier between us.
Then Mandy broke it. She rolled over and got astride me, her pussy on
my flaccid cock. Whatever had happened earlier, my manhood didn't seem
to want to know about it and began to respond. "Listen!" she said.
"That happened. I didn't want it and you didn't want it, but it
happened." She pressed down on my shoulders and looked me straight in
the eye. "I didn't expect him to make me.....to make me feel that good.
That happened too. But he's not the man I love. OK? He's not the man I
married. He's not the man I want to make babies with. OK?" I nodded. "I
want to start making them tonight," she said. Then we made love. And we
did that every night for a fortnight.
About nine months later our first child was born. A girl. Of course I
wondered - especially during the months of Mandy's pregnancy. From the
moment I laid eyes on my daughter, though, and held her new-born in my
arms, she was the most precious thing in all the world to me. She grew
up to be as stunningly beautiful as her mother and I am now a
grandfather. And you know what? A couple of years ago I bought a pair
of dungarees and sometimes - now that the kids are away, Mandy and I go
to the garage and play "breakdown".
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