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A Trucker And Mechanic Repair My Wife
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)

***

My long time friends - a mechanic and trucker - happen 
to plot about fucking my wife raw and bareback. Which 
should have been fine for my viewing pleasure, but when 
they also fed some cock cream to me it was a fantastic 
bonus. (MMF, wife-exh, husb-voy, intr, size, creampie, 
india)

***

We have been married for seven years. My wife has been 
a steadfast and loving wife never wavering from her 
unconditional love for me and my cock. We have a pretty 
good sex life - hot fucking at least twice a week but 
slowly and consistently the seven-year-itch is creeping 
in our lives. Oh no, not my wife, she is fine. The itch 
is irritating me!

You see, before I met my wife, I was a regular cock-
sucking faggot. And though I came clean to my wife, she 
always thought that a guy sucks cock only because he 
doesn't have a great wife. And sure, even I thought 
that my urges had subsided till recently when I started 
craving for some man meat shoved down my throat and 
sliding in and out - fractioning with my throat walls - 
till it exploded its baby-making potent cum straight 
down my gullet.

Oh the feeling of sniffing manly odor of sweat, urine 
and dried cum started tingling my innards with an 
uncontrollable desire. I had to have cum from those 
slimy, smelly, and uncut cocks again one way or the 
other. Not get me wrong but I still believe in being 
faithful to my wife so the only way I could get my fill 
of cum from other men's cocks was to get them inside my 
wife's pink pussy. And my dilemma was that I could not 
have mentioned it to her at all - you see, because she 
knew of my past, she would never be convinced that I 
was doing it to please her. It just boiled down to 
that.

It was all very frustrating and never ending till one 
evening when I "accidentally" went in to one of my 
older haunts - a well used urinal in a "gay" park which 
had some glory holes hidden behind the toilet paper 
containers. I went in the toilet stall and uncovered 
the toilet roll container. It was like old days again. 
I had an endless view of cocks after cocks coming in to 
urinate. Some brown, some pink, some yellow, but many, 
many black cocks. 

They were of all shapes and sizes - big with mushroom 
heads, really fat ones with wrinkly tips, long and 
thin, some bent like an oversized banana, some clean 
cut and standing proud like royalty, some floppy like 
drooping dahlias... and the aromas! The smells of cock 
cheese, smegma, piss, stale sweat, dried cum, it was 
hanging all around me in the toilet. My head was 
churning with the old desire to see myself depraved on 
my knees in the dirty floor, sucking cock after cock 
and drinking freshly milked, hot and salty sperm.

Finally images of my beautiful dusky wife started 
flashing in front of my wives and just so that I was 
not getting off my trip to be faithful to her, I 
quickly jerked off and within three quick strokes my 
thick cum added to the slushy slime of previously off 
loaded sperm on the floor. I quickly got out of the 
place before some dominating black smelled my desires 
and manipulated me to suck his mean black cock.

When I reached home, my cock was ready to blast a load 
again. My wife was sitting there watching a soap opera 
while nursing a half empty bottle of wine and a half 
full glass in her hand. I pulled her off the couch and 
fucked my willing but surprised wife well over half an 
hour all this while imagining I was one of the men from 
the toilet fucking her in my absence. Just the thought 
of a stranger's cock pounding her pussy was enough to 
send me to the edge of no return and I blasted her 
pussy walls with my second load of cum.

She had still not cum so I pushed her down and went 
down on her. Probably because of her intoxication she 
was slightly uninhibited and never noticed that my cum 
was still inside her warm, pulsating and horny pussy. 
But she pushed me down forcefully and I was rewarded by 
her pussy, freshly flooded by a "stranger's" cum. I 
lapped it all up like a cum-hungry faggot even though 
it was my own cum and she came like a whimpering kitten 
all over my wet face.

From then on, I made it a point to get her drunk at 
least once a week and to suck my own cum out of her 
pussy. It went on for a couple of weeks till she didn't 
even bother with the fact that I was licking my own cum 
from her pussy and then I didn't need to get her drunk 
even. But by then, my sex-crazy mind was not satisfied 
with this lapping up of my own cum and I wanted more. I 
wanted the real thing - I wanted another man's meat and 
its freshly milked man juice.

It was around this time that my old car started giving 
me trouble. Satnam, one of my friends - a truck driver 
who started small and now has a fleet of seven big rigs 
- suggested he take over the repairs as he knew the 
inside out of a vehicle. The day he came to pick up my 
car from my house, we sat down for a few drinks. 

It was a Saturday and still too early for dinner, so he 
decided that he could bring me to his friends' garage 
so that we could get an estimate of how much the damage 
was. But since both of us were slightly gone with all 
the drinking we had been indulging in, I asked my wife 
to drive us. She had had a few drinks but still she was 
in a much better position than both of us.

Since he knew the place he sat in the passenger seat in 
front with her and gave her the directions. After 
driving around for about half an hour, we reached the 
outskirts of the town and spotted the garage near the 
highway.

Satnam's friend was really good with the machine. And 
he went to work almost immediately. Meanwhile Ruchi - 
my wife, and I sat down in Joginder, the garage owner's 
room which also doubled as his bed room when he had to 
work late. I was fumbling around when I saw a stack of 
porno magazines hidden in one corner. I sneaked a few 
peeks to see they were really some magazine about 
gangbangs, especially four or five black men fucking 
petty sweet white wives. 

Although we are not white but my wife is pretty 
charming and fair, and both Satnam and Joginder are 
typical truckers with rugged macho looks, big 
moustaches and rather huge arms and thighs. I was 
getting bit wet thinking about all the possibilities. 
Leaving the magazines in a manner that was sure to 
attract my wife's attention after she had finished the 
National Geographic in her hand, I went out of the 
room, saying that I just wanted to see what they were 
up to.

Just when I was about to enter the garage, I heard some 
muffled laughter and sniggering. Curious I tiptoed 
closer to hear what they were talking about.

"You are right, she is quite a sight," Joginder 
mentioned while adjusting a few nuts with one hand and 
scratching his balls with the other, "if only she was 
not your friend's wife, I would have already fixed my 
bit screw in her box." They laughed some more and then 
to my astonishment and pleasant surprise Satnam, 
replied, "My friend? No way, I was never friendly with 
this moron... he is one of the cultured bastards who 
thinks he is too sophisticated and I was never too good 
a friend for his parents and even for him. Screw him 
man, I just like to go to his house to get a few peeks 
his fuckable wife."

"Hey shall we fuck her?" Joginder said as he started 
groping his lumpy cock frantically.

"Shut up man," Satnam replied, "this is serious. Okay? 
I know the moron is drunk but the wife is not and if 
she reports us to the police we will never get a way 
out. No way, no fucking and you better watch your mouth 
just in case he comes over hear."

"What if we drug them," Jogi said.

"How?"

"Well, I have this pill that can put a horse to sleep 
and once both are out cold we can do what we please... 
c'mon man, my balls have been blue with all the cum 
inside. I haven't had a fuck for two weeks. I want to 
blast that bitch pussy with my sperm inside... fuck, 
say yes," Jogi pleaded like a small boy, even though 
his body of a 45-year-old mechanic defied his tone.

Satnam looked around and I quickly ducked behind the 
partition just in time. But I could hear him clearly, 
"Okay, but only if I am 100 per cent sure that they are 
out cold. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Hey man let's have some fun," Jogi said 
and almost sprinted towards his room... I had to run 
like crazy to be back before him. In that rush, I 
bumped into my startled wife who was replacing the 
gangbang magazines like a thief caught red-handed.

Her face was flushed - a sure sign that she was getting 
horny. But then she was also slightly drunk. Anyway, I 
stretched and yawn timing a remark just in time for 
Jogi to hear, "Darling, are you thirsty? I could surely 
do well with a drink, let me go and ask the guys if 
there is something to drink." I could have sworn that 
Jogi would have kissed me for saying that with the 
pleased look of a fisherman when sensing the fight in 
his line.

"Do you guys want a drink? Wait let me get something. 
Wait right here," he said and disappeared inside the 
pantry connected from the bedroom via a small door. 
About five minutes later, he returned with two tall 
glasses bubbling with some piss-colored fizzy drink. 
"Here, sample a Joginder's special lemonade," he handed 
us the glasses and said, "you guys relax, and Bhabhi 
(sister-in-law) if you are tired just relax on the bed 
please don't mind the mess, it is a bachelor's pad. I 
am saying this because it will take another two hours 
for Satnam and me to clear the engine. So just relax 
and finish up the special drinks."

He waited just long enough to see that Ruchi had 
already gulped down more than half of the drink and 
that I had also started sipping mine and then he was 
gone. I got up and refilled my wife's drink with half 
of mine telling her that I would get some more. Then I 
went to the pantry and dumped the drink down the drain. 
By the time I returned, my wife had finished her drink, 
She looked at me, slightly dazed, "Nice drink!" and 
then she slowly slumped on the unkempt bed filled with 
stained pillows, and bed sheet and tousled and moldy-
smelling blanket. The bed sheet had crusted stains like 
cum dried up many months ago. Once she was gone, I 
quickly rushed to the garage to check on them.

I heard them arguing. Jogi was sure that the drug had 
already worked and Satnam wanted to give it another 10 
minutes. In the end Jogi won and they started towards 
the bedroom. I retreated and quickly dragged one of the 
chairs to a corner, just next to the chair piled with 
dirty laundry. It was a great vantage point as I could 
pretend to be asleep and still watch everything. I also 
covered myself with a really smelly and dirty blanket, 
with the smell of a man who didn't particularly seemed 
very clean.

"Bhura? Oye Bhura," Satnam entered first. He approached 
me first, I could tell by the sound of his footsteps 
and his body odor. He slapped me lightly on the cheeks 
but I let my head fall freely without any reaction.

"Bhabhi? Bhabhi?" Jogi tried the same test with my wife 
but of course with no reaction. But I heard the sound 
of a zipper opening and thought whoa that's fast but 
was slightly startled when I felt a limp but definitely 
heavy and burning hot piece of meat landing on my face. 
I knew it was Satnam's cock his man meat and it was 
really the ultimate test for me as I was all for 
opening my mouth and engulfing his musky cock in. But 
these two were good fuckers, for I heard a muffled 
laughter and then Jogi's voice, "yeah, that's a good 
test. See I told you the faggot is out cold. Let me try 
too." 

With that I heard another zipper sound and a new cock, 
with such smells that I could cum without touching my 
cock even. Jogi went slightly further and smeared his 
cock - still covered with folds of foreskin - across my 
lips leaving a trail of freshly produced pre-cum. Some 
of the heavy drops of the thick pre-cum dribbled down 
inside my satisfied mouth.

With a slight push, Jogi forced open my mouth and 
pushed the head of his already hardening cock inside. 
With the friction, the foreskin slid back and his head 
slid inside my mouth. The heady smell of cock cheese 
assaulted my brain and my cock stirred (thank god for 
the blanket). Then I felt his thick fingers rubbing the 
smegma off the ridge of his cock and feeding me like 
powdered (but wet) cheese.

By then, Satnam had already trailed off to the bed, not 
interested in my mouth. I heard his moan and then he 
said, "Oh fuck look at this hairy cunt! Man, looks like 
its all ripe and ready for our cocks... see how wet she 
is...the faggot must have been busy getting her ready 
for us." Hearing that Jogi left me alone, pining for 
more, and joined his friend. 

It was some sight, when I opened my eyes slightly to 
have a look - the two huge black men towering over my 
helpless and drugged wife in a messy bed. Satnam had 
spread my wife's legs wide apart and even from a 
distance even I could see inside the pink folds of her 
pussy. The hairy cunt was on an obscene display for 
anyone who could walk in through the still open door of 
Jogi's bedroom. Satnam had pulled her skirt and panties 
off completely and her blouse buttons were open so that 
her heavy breast were spilling on her ribcage - her big 
brown nipples hardening with all the manipulation of 
her pussy. 

The trucker and the mechanic were not men of foreplay; 
it was quite evident to me as both chucked their pants 
and underwear off leaving the shirts on. When Jogi 
turned towards me I was shocked to see his mangled 
manhood - an impressive cock 10 inches long and almost 
seven inches thick - like a big sized beer bottle. Oh 
fuck...and he had a big set of hairy nuts hanging 
underneath like a breeding bull in the arena ready to 
breed a cow in heat. His hairy thighs reminded me of 
small tree trunks. And his uncut black cock was 
awesome... something to be worshipped. I was actually 
jealous of my wife that her pussy would be getting a 
whipping, a taste of that solid mancock rather than me.

But before Jogi got a chance, Satnam was rubbing his 
cock to a hard on. From the side I could see his uncut 
black monster, just slightly smaller than Jogi's but 
equally fat. His foreskin had folded over his apple 
sized purple cock head which was shining with thick and 
clear precum. 

As Jogi watched in pure lust, Satnam rubbed his angry 
purple cockhead along my wife's puffy pink cunt lips 
and with one thrust pushed half of it inside. Although 
drugged, the impact made my wife's body shake up. In 
the second push the entire black monster cock of my 
friend was deep inside - right till the hilt - my 
wife's pure and faithful pussy. Then he started fucking 
her hard. All this while Jogi was rubbing his cock to 
super hardness and every now and then would pinch my 
wife's big nipples till they were red with his force.

Not patient for long, he pushed Satnam aside after 20 
minutes and plunged his real pussy breaker inside my 
wife's tiny pussy. Luckily Satnam had already greased 
her cunt canal with his pre-cum otherwise her pussy 
would have torn definitely. Unlike Satnam, Jogi didn't 
last long and within five or seven minutes dropped a 
huge load inside her fertile and ripe pussy. As he 
withdrew I was surprised to see how badly he had 
damaged my wife's pussy permanently. A flood of white 
sperm came bubbling out and both the men got worried. 
"Of fucker, just wipe that slime off her otherwise how 
to explain it. Asshole, be quick," Satnam shouted and 
Jogi, not knowing what to do, scooped his own cum from 
my wife's pussy and looked at me laughing. I shut my 
eyes as he walked to me with a palmful of his hot 
sperm.

"You disgusting fucking," Satnam laughed as he realized 
what Jogi intended. Jogi sniggered as he pried open my 
mouth and slowly tilted his palm inside. Warm, thick 
limps of clotted cum (remember he hadn't cum for two 
weeks) dribbled down my throat and I couldn't help but 
swallow.

"See, he swallowed it, fucking cock sucking faggot," 
Jogi said. But when I instinctively licked my lips, 
they both laughed some more.

Pretty soon, they forgot me as Satnam started fucking 
my wife again. Within minutes, he too blasted his 
healthy trucker-sperm inside my wife's mauled messy 
pussy and soon he too, gave me a taste of his cum from 
his palm. They took second turn fucking my wife and of 
course, gave me their second sloppy loads to drink too. 
After than they dutifully wipes my wife's pussy, 
covered her decently and went back to work on my car. I 
carefully undressed my wife once more and licked her 
pussy clean. An hour later when we were driving back, 
my wife said that she felt very tired and sore.

"Must be because of sleeping on that bastard's bed," 
Satnam chimed from the passenger seat next to me, "Even 
I am feeling very tired."

"Oh why don't you just sleep in the guest room 
tonight," my wife suggested. I just hoped that Satnam 
had some more of Jogi's special lemonade. Later, in the 
night as I saw Satnam mixing something in Ruchi's 
drink, I knew he had and awaited the turns of the 
night.

The End

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