The Fridge Pt. 03 - Friday Night

The Fridge Pt3

Friday Night, husband comes home.

This is a follow on from The Fridge and the Fridge Pt2.

Jules's husband Jim was away with work all week when their main fridge/freezer broke down and Jules needed a quick replacement. The company would only deliver so Jim phoned a buddy to help Jules get sorted on Thursday. The job lapped over to Friday.

This is the continuation of those few days...

"Hi Darling, I'm home, everything alright?"

It was just after eight pm and Jules was ready for Jim getting back.

Doreen Jacobs, the old lady from the Crescent, had come round after the men had left and helped to get the house back in some sort of order. She had done the housework while Jules had showered and tried to make herself as normal as possible. No easy task after the three men had been there all day.

"Hi darling, so good to see you, I've missed you so much."

Jules threw her arms around Jim's neck and kissed him fiercely, searching for his tongue.

He was pleasantly surprised by her kisses and she was dressed in a simple sleeveless blue dress just right for a warm evening like today. No bra as he quickly found out, his hands searching her body as she held him close.

His cock sprang to attention and Jules could feel it pressing against her groin. Easy!

Jim tried to coax her toward the stairs but she giggled and twisted away:

"Bad boy, you are trying to get me in bed!"

"Course I am, I've not had you all week, bet you want me or did Moorland keep you satisfied?

"You really are a bad boy, now why would you think I gave in to that arsehole? You are so bad but I was satisfied with him!"

"Well, at the Smith's he was just about to fuck you when Sarah caught you."

"We were drunk, that was different, come on, pie and mash for dinner and a bottle of red to welcome you home." Enough about Moorland, he's an arsehole."

Jim Finch followed his wife to the dining room where one of his favourite meals was just about ready, he opened the wine and poured as Jules dished up and put the pans in the dishwasher.

The wine was good and the pie and mash excellent.

"This is great darling!"

"Thanks, anything for you my love."

Jules smiled inwardly, Doreen was an excellent cook, but no need for Jim to know that just yet!

They retired to the conservatory with a second bottle of wine after dinner.

Jules cast an anxious eye around the site of her earlier debauchery but Doreen had once again done a wonderful job.

They flopped down into a lounger, the one where Terry and the others had fucked her, and she nestled into Jim.

"Want to go to bed Jules?"

Jules was terrified that if they went to bed Jim would fuck her and despite all that Doreen and she had done, there was no way her raw pussy and distended arse would not give away the fact that she had been royally gangbanged just a few hours ago.

Moorland and the others had shagged her senseless, she hadn't managed to get all their cum out of her arse and cunt yet, Jim was bound to notice.

"Not yet darling, still got this wine to finish, it will go off if we cork it."

Poring him more wine she switched the subject to get him to talk about his week.

"Fucking boring actually, the thought of you and Terry Moorland together, in this weather with you only just dressed, had me pretty much turned on."

"Jim, you bad boy! Were you imagining him fucking me?"

"Well, sort of, When I rang him to help it never crossed my mind that at the Smith's he nearly fucked you. You even just about admitted that you wanted him to fuck you, didn't you?"

Jules paused and looked at him.

"You did, didn't you?

Jules paused again.

"Yes I suppose so, we were pissed and he is a great kisser and his hand was in my knickers fingering me. If Sarah hadn't come in I suppose he would have had me. Satisfied?"

She poured him more wine.

"Well, I've admitted it, I would have let him fuck me that night. Shit, I wanted him to fuck me that night."

Jim sat back and grinned, emptying his glass, and turned and kissed her.

"Did you want him to fuck me this week Jim? Is that why you really sent him?"

She poured him more wine.

"No, not really, but I have been hard all week since I realised the possibility of it happening"

"Oh you perv Jim, you wanted me to get fucked didn't you!"

"Well no, but the thought is such a fucking turn on, I have beaten off to it loads of times since Tuesday."

"You perv, wanking over your wife being fucked. I bet your hard now aren't you."

Jules reached down between Jim's legs and grabbed his dick.

"Perv, your rock hard! So tell me what you imagined he did to me."

Jim looked at her, his face red with embarrassment and the effects of most of two bottles of red wine.

"Well, on the phone Wednesday he said that he would see that him and Sam would keep you satisfied with the delivery, then when he rang Thursday, he said you had been real fun and kept them busy and they had satisfied you, whatever that meant. Late this afternoon he rang again and I'm sure he was smirking when he said they had fulfilled all your needs and finished the job. Fucked if I know what he really meant."

"So what do you think happened Perv?"

"Thursday night my mind went into overdrive, I imagined him and Sam getting there and you being dressed in a short revealing dress with no bra and dolled up for them. You were flirting with him knowing how he had done you at Sarah's, and you were inviting him to come on to you again. After the delivery, he gets rid of Sam and you take him into the house."

Jim paused and moaned as Jules started to open his trousers, rubbing his cock softly.

"Go on Perv."

" When you go in, he grabs you and kisses you and you melt and kiss him back. You're easy like that."

"Jim!"

"You are, that's how he got you before, and I do it too."

"Perv!"

Jim giggled as he drank more wine.

"As he kisses you he gropes your dress and pushes you up against our kitchen table. Then he gets your hem up and his hand in your knickers, you open for him and hold on."

Another drink of wine as Jules got his cock free and kissed the tip.

"Oh fuck Jules!"

"Go on Perv, what did he do to me then?

"You were spread on the able just like at Sarah's but this time there was no one there to stop you. Fuck me Terry, fuck me hard you said."

Jules took his cock all the way into her mouth and sucked hard.

"He already had his cock out and holding your tits he pushed it hard up into you and fucked you on the table."

Jules was now bobbing up and down on Jim's throbbing cock, he tongue driving him toward orgasm.

"Fuck Jules oh fuck!"

She paused:

"Go on Perv."

"Oh shit Jules, when the bastard came you held him and he didn't pull out and he pumped his cum deep into your married pussy. Oh fuck Jules!"

Jules had him on the edge of his orgasm and was holding him there.

"Did he go then or stay to fuck me more Perv?"

"Oh, god. He took you upstairs to our bed and you let him fuck you for the rest of the day. He rammed you so hard you were squealing. I imagine him cumming in you time after time, your pussy dripping with his cum. You so shagged, you could hardly walk."

"Wow, Perv, do you think he was that good?"

"I imagined he phoning me from here, not the pub to say that he was done and really he was still fucking you. That's why you never answered your phone till late."

Jules sank her mouth all the way down on Jim's cock and at the same time slipped a damp finger up his arse.

"Oh Fuck, Oh fuck Jules, I'm cumming!"

With that He grabbed her head and thrust his cock so deep into her mouth she gagged as his cum hit the back of her throat. Jim held her spluttering head hard to his groin and pumped more cum into her.

Finally, he let go of her head and Jules shot back from him gasping for air and spluttering the cum in her mouth all over the lounger. Not the first time today she thought bizarrely.

"Fuck Jim, you are a Perv."

When she looked at him, his eyes were closed and he looked content.

"Thank fuck, he's passed out but he wasn't far wrong, just missed the fact that Sam fucked me as well."

Jules struggled to get him to recover enough to get him upstairs to their pristine bed (Thanks Doreen,) and out of his cloths. She had cleverly brough him a glass of whisky and as he started to come round, she coaxed him to drink it. He was gone for the night.

"Thank fuck for that."

About eight the next morning Jim woke up with a splitting headache and the realisation that there was a naked woman in front of him riding his hard cock. His head was splitting but his wife was riding him so hard he reached out and grabbed her jiggling tits.

"Come on Perv, cum in me just like Terry did this week. Come on you love it!"

"Fuck Jules, my head!"

"Come on Perv, Moorland didn't complain when he banged me, bang me harder Perv!"

Jim reacted and grabbing her flipped her off and onto her back, never letting his cock slip from her. Now he was in control and despite his head he began ramming her.

"Come on Perv, Moorland fucked me better than this!"

"Agh! you slut, I'm going to show you who fucks you better!"

Harder and harder Jim ploughed her and when her orgasm hit he just kept on shagging her.

Jules was now becoming disoriented as Jim kept fucking her. It seemed to go on and on and she had two more orgasms before he finally froze then pumped his entire contents as deep as he could into her ravaged cunt.

Jules grinned:

"Thank fuck, he's filled me, theirs won't show now. But shit, what a fuck!"

Jim had collapsed over her and was holding his head trying to stop the pain.

"Bet that outdone fucking Moorland."

Jules smiled and as Jim fell back to sleep quietly whispered:

"Better than Moorland, better than all three of them."

As he slipped into unconsciousness Jim caught her whispering:

"What did she say?"

It was about one pm when Jim surfaced. Jules was waiting downstairs for him with lots of coffee and paracetamol as her naked spouse staggered into the kitchen, his cock surprisingly erect.

Hi Perv, feeling rough?"

"Fucking rough as a badgers arse, thanks for the coffee."

"Nice cock sticking out there Perv. Is that for me, it's nearly hard. Or are you thinking of what they did to me on Friday?"

"Friday?"

Jim winced.

"Yes Perv, remember three of them came round on Friday to get rid of the old fridge, they needed Jack and his pickup."

"Fuck, did they fuck you, all of them?"

"Do you wish they had?"

"Shit my head, it's starting again, the three of them fucked you?"

"What do you think Perv? I see your cock is throbbing."

"It's blowing my mind, more coffee please. One hell of a turn on though, three of them fucking you, wow, blows my mind."

"So did you want them to fuck me? Maybe take photos?"

"Some photos, you getting banged by three guys, Oh Shit, my head hurts. Stop winding me up!"

"Oh Perv, they gang banged me and fucked all my holes at once, it was heaven! So full of hard cocks."

"Stop it minx, GO!, get out you windup merchant, your making my head explode!"

Jules giggled and fled from his clutching hand; he was too hung over to catch her.

Jules was just entering the hall as Mrs Doreen Jacobs came in.

"Hello Jules, here to help you get ready for the party as we said. Sorry but I couldn't miss you telling him they gang banged you!"

"Oh Doreen, it's so much fun, he was fantasising about Moorland fucking me and he thinks It didn't happen, so I told him what they did to me yesterday and he chased me out. He has such a hangover, every time I wind him up he gets a headache again! And you have my permission to wind him up too; he is sat naked feeling sorry for himself in the kitchen. Be warned, he is sporting an impressive boner."

"You bad girl, isn't one of them, that Jack Hilton, coming tonight? You will need to be careful there. I know he did you. Hope he keeps quiet."

"He will, now lets get cracking."

Jules took Doreen into the kitchen as Jim was finishing his coffee.

Oh Jim, Doreen is here to help with the dinner."

"What! Oh shit, Oh Hi Mrs Jacobs, fuck, oh fuck excuse my French but fuck, my cock!"

"Don't worry yourself Mr Finch, I've had my fill of those over the years. Impressive cock though, you are a lucky girl Jules!"

Jim fled the kitchen, his cock waving goodbye as the two women burst out laughing.

Some time later Jim reappeared, this time with cloths on but still red faced.

"Sorry Mrs Jacobs, I didn't know you were coming."

"Please, call me Doreen dear, especially as I have seen you rather impressive manhood."

Jim started to flee again but she giggled and stopped him:

"It's alright dear, really, I was young once you know."

"Sorry Doreen but, well you know, totally embarrassing."

"No it's alright, I rather enjoyed seeing a hard cock again, now I know why Jules is always smiling. The way she was dressed the last week I know her visitors were hard too. But enough of this nonsense let's get on."

Jim left the kitchen with more coffee:

"The way she was dressed? She knows they were hard? What the fuck?"