The Fridge Pt. 05, Sunday

The Fridge Pt5. Sunday.

First of all, an apology: the party was at the Finch house, not the Hiltons'. My cockup!

By ten, the others had left, leaving Jim and Jules sat drinking coffee in the kitchen.

Jules was looking at Jim who had walked in with Sarah, who had walked in when Jack had her leant forward over the same table giving her a good, last, fucking.

"Hmm, I think that is what Moorland was going to do to her at our place, Jim. Turns you on?"

"Fuck yes, it does. Let's hover and watch him finish in her, shall we?"

They waited silently in the corner as Mary's husband rammed Jim's wife, emptying his balls deep inside her. He slumped forward over a gasping Jules for a while when Sarah started applauding:

"Nice fucking Jack, is that what you wanted Moorland to do to you that night, girl?"

Jules looked at her and softly replied:

"God yes, he is so good."

Jim mused at her reply:

"Is so good?"

Soon after they were alone.

"Do you want lunch, Jules? I do, but you look so used, I think we should freshen up and go to the pub."

"Good plan. We can grab a shower, alone, and go. I am so sore, my pussy and arse especially!"

They laughed:

"Ok, my willy needs a rest too!"

By lunchtime they were eating in the local pub and quietly discussing what they had done with their friends.

"Shit, Jules, you went like a bunny; those two did you all night and this morning, shit, you have changed!"

"Get you, Mr. Offended. You banged Sarah and Mary, and you got off watching them do me at the same time, so cool it babe. I got a royal seeing to and you loved it."

They giggled quietly and kept eating.

Their meal was suddenly interrupted when a smiling Terry Moorland came and stood at the table, pint in hand:

"Hi Jim, Jules, looking good. Sorry to interrupt but when I was in your garage the other day you said you wanted it cleared of all the old stuff in there. If Jim is available, I can give you a hand tomorrow or Tuesday?"

Jim looked a bit perplexed and looked at Jules:

"You didn't mention that, babe."

"No, I can't remember that, Terry."

"Oh I think you were busy with Sam and Jack at the time with something in your mouth. You just nodded; I took it as you got it. Anyway I am more than willing to help."

He smiled giving Jules a peck on her blushing cheek, nodded to Jim and rejoined Sam at the bar.

"Just ring, you have my number!"

"Bit out of the blue, we do need it clearing; I can't get any time off. Wonder if he can still do it; I will go and ask him."

"Don't fight to get out of there, darling; I'll go and ask if he can."

"OK, but watch him; he will try to get in your knickers again."

"Hmm, would you like that, Perv?"

"Only if you tell me about it afterwards, you minx."

Jules got up from the table and walked seductively toward Terry, and Sam sat at the other side of the bar where Jim could only just see her; her pussy was leaking at the thought of what was coming despite her recent hammering.

She sidled in between Sam and Terry and immediately felt his hand slide onto her back, then down to cup her bum cheek.

"What can I do for you, Jules?"

His question was filled with innuendo, of course.

"You can "cum" round next week and fuck me senseless again all you want, but only on the condition you clear the garage."

"Might need some help and more than one day."

"I don't give a damn how many you bring, just fuck my arse off next week you bastard, whenever and however you want."

Sam had a big grin on his face and slipped his hand onto her leg just as Terry found her pussy and slipped a finger in her.

Jules's knees started to buckle as Terry fingered her clit and Sam worked a finger in her arse. Both men found their respective orifices easy to enter and Terry was sure he could feel cum still in her as he brought her to orgasm. She slumped and it was only Sam's hand on her arse that stopped her falling. Head down on the bar, she turned to Terry and hissed:

"You bastard Moorland, anybody could see you doing me."

"Jim can't; give me the chance and I would fuck you on a table here for all to see."

"You arrogant bastard Moorland, you would too, wouldn't you."

"Yes, want it now; we could sell tickets?"

"Bastard, maybe another time. Bye now."

Before he let her go, he grabbed her head and slapped a French kiss hard on her open mouth; her tongue found his and she considered his offer:

"Not today, you bastard, not today."

She disengaged reluctantly from the kiss and staggered back to her husband.

A customer sat next to Sam, leaned across him, and looked at Terry:

"Fuck, she is hot! I'm sure you two made her cum. I can get time off and I have a van. Need help with her?"

Moorland smiled:

"OK pick me and Sam up tomorrow at nine outside here, now, I think you are going to owe me and Sam a drink."

Jim watched as Jules came back to the table:

"You were a long time; did it go satisfactorily?"

"Yes, he will come round and see to me with some of his mates to help."

"Good of him, seems I got him wrong, but mind his hands."

"Why you Perv, you want him to really fuck me, and his mates too?"

"Yes, shit, I mean NO! Not really, just fantasy."

"So last night was a fantasy?"

"No, so fucking real. Loved watching them bang you."

"Moorland?

"He's a bastard. I just want to see him banging you, but I don't. I think I am fucked up and need to go home."

Jim got up and went to the bar to pay:

Hi Jim, I'll see your wife tomorrow and keep her happy. Don't worry, she will be well looked after. You two leaving? Jules is welcome to stay with us if she wants; we will see her home."

"No thanks, Terry, appreciate your help with this."

As they left he asked himself:

"Well looked after?"

"Welcome to stay?

"We will see her home?"

"Has she?"

His mind re-engaged:

"Well, she did slip very easily into being the star of the show last night, taking all of us so easily."

Jules was tempted by the offer to stay; she knew full well it would end in her being gangbanged by Moorland and an unknown number of his mates. No, not this time, not this time.

"What were Moorland and his mate Thick Sam doing to you at the bar? I thought you looked a bit pensive and did I see you kiss him?"

"Perv! See, you do want him to fuck me tomorrow."

Jim hung his head:

"I do; I really want him to fuck you just like Jack and Paul."

"Gangbang me with his mates?"

"Not sure about that."

"Do you really think that when they see him banging a 'Hot Wife' like me, they will keep their cocks in their pants? No, Perv, I will get gang-banged whether you like it or not when Moorland gets that nice cock of his in me. So, do they do me tomorrow or not? No stopping it when they have Perv."

"Oh shit, alright fuck him."

"OK, I will."

That night Jim banged the shit out of Jules' cunt, mouth and arse; he used her like a slut and she loved it.

Roll on Monday!!