Turkish Delight pt.1, a short story by Mystery Writer. Date added: 2007-03-17. Times viewed: 10887.

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Intro: Adam takes a piss behind a wall and spots his wife in a car with a stranger.

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I'd been unemployed for nearly six months. We were making ends meet,
just. My wife was working as many hours as possible as a receptionist
and I was picking up casual work when possible. Thankfully our son was
in the Army and our 17yr.old daughter had moved in with her boyfriend
to make things easier for us financially.

As there was no answer from my pal's first floor flat I walked around
the corner of the dilapidated block of first floor flats that he lived
in looking for somewhere to take a piss. I knew that it was unlikely
that anybody would pass by or even notice me if they did. It was early
afternoon and this part of town was as rough as they come. At least
half of the flats were empty and the other half were only here because
no one else would have them. I found a convenient corner and unzipped
my jeans. As I pulled my cock out of my zipper and my piss cascaded
against the wall I spotted an old red BMW 3 series with two people in
it slowly drive along the rubbish strewn road. It turned left, parking
almost directly under the walkway that I was pissing against.

"They're upto no good," I thought. They were either thieves who were
going to strip what little was left from the derelict ground floor
flats or, hopefully, married lovers after a bit of 'love in the
afternoon'.

I tried to remain hidden, keeping my body behind the wall but by peeking
through the smashed storm hole I had a clear view of the windscreen and
the occupants.

SHIT! I froze to the spot. My fingers clung onto the pebbledashed wall
to steady myself. I couldn't believe my eyes! There, in the passenger
seat, was my wife sitting next to a Mediterranean looking guy that I
sort of recognised too.

Anne furtively looked around, but the guy had parked his car very
carefully making it virtually hidden from any prying eyes on the
ground. But not from above!

Mesmerised and stunned, I couldn't take my gaze off them. My mind raced
with crazy thoughts. "What were they doing here?" "Who was he?" "How
did she know him?" I checked my watch - 2.15. She had finished work 15
minutes before.

Anne sat impassively as he chatted and joked with her. After a couple of
minutes he appeared to ask her a question, she nodded slightly and he
leaned forward kissing her gently on the lips. My stomach turned.
Thankfully she didn't seem to respond. Then his hand slowly caressed
her left breast. My wife flinched then closed her eyes. His coffee
coloured fingers pressed and squeezed her ample breast through the
material of her cream work shirt.

Anne's arms were still by her side as he softly broke away from the
kiss, keeping his hand on her breast.

He smiled and said something else. Anne smiled and lightly nodded her
head. Staring into her hazelnut eyes he slowly moved his fingers across
her chest until he began unbuttoning the shirt.

When the last button was undone he flicked the material to one side
exposing her large bra encased breasts to his gaze. With a satisfied
grin on his face he traced the pattern of her bra with a long bony
finger, making sure that he made her flesh gently wobble. Anne closed
her eyes again and bit her lip as he tickled her nipple with his
fingertip. He laughed and she nodded. I gasped and nearly choked as my
chest began to tighten. My wife's breasts and nipples are incredibly
sensitive, so I guessed he was asking if she was enjoying his caresses.
She flicked her hair from her eyes and nodded more encouragement.

He suddenly moved his body forward and kissed her much more forcibly
this time, forcing her head back against the headrest. His hand swiftly
slid underneath the lace of her bra and his hand was now roughly
squeezing and kneading her soft flesh.

To my amazement my wife slightly changed position and began responding
to his kisses by cupping his head in her hands as he casually lifted
her tits out of their cups. Her hands were pulling at his jet-black
hair as he tugged at her already extended nipples. I could tell that
they were playing tongue tennis - forcing their wet tongues deep inside
each other's mouth.

I was now kneeling on the ground so that I could get the best possible
view of my wife and this stranger, I became aware that I hadn't tucked
my flaccid penis away when I'd finished my piss. It was now rock hard
and sticking out like a flagpole. I looked around, and as I'd guessed
earlier there was no sign of anybody else. Unable to stop myself, I
started pulling on the stretched skin of my cock. My stomach turned as
my fingers touched my swollen knob.

I looked back through the storm drain to see my wife now kneeling on the
passenger seat pressing her breasts against his face, having discarded
her shirt and bra. Anne's head was now arched back as he suckled her
nipples and groped her tight arse through her trousers.

I was well on the way to cumming when I spotted her dropping her left
hand into his lap. "My God!" she was stroking his cock through his
jeans.

Still sucking and licking her 34d tits the guy moved his right hand off
her arse and started fumbling with his zip and top button. I could see
through the steering wheel that Anne was unbuckling his belt. It took
them a minute or two until his cock sprang out of his pants. Still
feeding a tit into his mouth my wife moved back slightly on her seat so
that she could get a better look at his cock. Anne's eyes sprang wide
open as she stared down into his lap.

I came in buckets onto the wall as Anne wrapped her fingers around his
shaft and stroked it with her fingers. I jerked the last few drops out
as I remembered that we had made love only the night before. We'd been
married for 19 years, and I'd always thought that our love/sex life was
fine. I knew that I could still ' press all of the right buttons'
because she'd even had an orgasm when I'd licked her. Perhaps I wasn't
as exciting a lover as I'd once been and was now a little bit over
weight, but I'd never considered having an affair, so how could she?
Had she been thinking about him as we'd made love? My heart sank as I
leant against the wall watching my spunk float in the puddle of piss.

I peered through the gap again to see her leaning across his waist
obviously sucking his cock! He was now the one with closed eyes. Anne's
head was bobbing up and down as he stroked her curly auburn hair and
large breasts. Sadly the steering wheel obstructed my view but I could
tell from their movements that they were really getting into it. His
mouth suddenly hung open and he began gasping for air. Anne sensed that
he was near his climax and suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth
and smothered it with her bouncing breasts. She was laughing at him as
his spunk shot out and onto her fabulous tits. She then milked every
last drop into the warm crevice that she had formed by pressing her
tits together around his hard on.

Still laughing as she flopped back into the passenger seat I could
clearly see copious amounts of sticky white liquid dripping off her
tits. My wife picked some tissues out of a box on the dashboard and
began wiping his cum off her ample chest. When she was sure that it was
all cleaned off she nonchalantly opened the window and threw the
cum-stained tissues onto the ground.

When the man had regained his composure he leant over to kiss her again.
Anne responded with a gentle kiss. He then whispered in her ear.
Grinning she shook her head. I guessed that he wanted to fuck her. He
persevered for a couple of minutes, playing with her sticky tits as he
did so. She had to bite her lip when he rolled a nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. She eventually seemed to agree to something. He
grinned as he reclined her seat.

My cock was throbbing again as she lay back and began to unbutton her
trousers. "Oh shit!" I was going to watch him fuck my wife.

Anne pulled her trousers down to her knees, showing him (and me) her
tiny white knickers. He rested his head on her swollen breasts and
began making circles across her pubic area with his hand. As he began
licking her right nipple his hand disappeared between her legs making
her squirm.

She reached behind her head to grasp the headrest with both hands and
opened her legs as wide as her trousers would let her.

I watched silently as his fingers found their way inside her panties.
Anne appeared to groan as his fingers found her pussy.

My hand was furiously rubbing my cock again as I watched my wife get
fingered off a stranger. The speed of my own hand appeared to be in
exact time with his administrations. Anne tried to lift her legs higher
up as he moved his hand further between her willing legs. His fingers
must have been deep inside her pussy because she was rocking her hips
making her tits wobble as she gripped onto her seat as if her life
depended on it! Seconds later I could see her panting then she let out
a huge groan as she and I orgasmed together. My balls ached as a
small amount of juice oozed out of my tip, slowly dripping onto the
ground.

Anne grabbed the mans head and gave him a great big kiss.

It only took them a minute or two to get their breath back. Anne
awkwardly put her bra and shirt back on in the tight confines of the
car as he quickly zipped up his pants.

I shook my head in disbelief at what I had just witnessed, as I too
packed away my sore cock. He quickly reversed the car and drove off. I
walked down the concrete steps in a daze. I don't know why but I needed
to see the scene of my wife's 'crime'. I stepped over empty beer cans
and rubble until I was standing on the spot that the car had been
parked. My eyes went straight to the tissues that she had nonchalantly
thrown away. I picked them up. They were soaked with his thick, lumpy
spunk. I couldn't stop myself - I put them to my nose and inhaled. I
then folded them neatly and put them in my jacket pocket.

Feeling ready to vomit but also incredibly turned on; I then scanned the
area. Lying scattered were more spunk stained tissues - 4 or 5 squashed
bundles. My mind tried to make sense of the evidence. I hoped that this
was where he brought other lovers, but the way Anne had behaved made me
believe that they were all hers.

I wandered around for a few minutes and noticed that the door to the
empty flat was partly open. I put my shoulder to it and forced it back
another 6 or 7 inches. The stench was disgusting - piss, shit, vomit
and God knows what else. Junkies or vagrants had probably used it. I
didn't care. I turned into the living room and noticed a chink of light
coming through the boarded up window. I hesitantly eased the corner
back. It was an unobstructed view of the exact space that my wife's
lover had parked his car, perhaps only 4 feet away from her passenger
window. "No!" I told myself, "You can't. No! You mustn't."

I secured the door and wandered off, unsure how I was going to handle
this situation. My head was buzzing when I silently entered the bar of
a local pub. I'd been in a few times before, but didn't recognise any
of the three people sitting around the pool table. I checked my pocket
- £3.62 (my life savings!) "Just enough for two cheap pints of strong
lager.

The first pint went down without touching the sides. I sat in a window
seat sipping the second as I contemplated how I was going to handle the
situation. My wife was having an affair and I was devastated but had
masturbated twice while watching her with her foreign lover. I was more
than a little bit confused.

Anne was already at home when I opened the front door. "Hi!" she called
from the kitchen; "The kettle's just boiled. Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Yes." I grunted as I hung my jacket in the cupboard. "Good day?" She
asked as she handed me my mug. "Sort of." I muttered. She looked
radiant. Her eyes were twinkling. I'd stopped noticing how beautiful
she was. "Did you see Johnny?" she asked as if she was the most
innocent woman in the world. "Hem...yes...no...I called but he wasn't
in." It suddenly dawned on me what I had been doing when I'd spotted
her. "Then I met Marty for a pint." I lied. It was too late now; I'd
missed my chance to confront her.

We spent the rest of the night like any other - watching crap TV. No
wonder she had looked elsewhere for excitement. The tedium was only
broken when my friend Craig rang inviting me to help him with some
decorating work for the next few days.

I struggled to concentrate each afternoon, imagining my wife and her
lover in his car. I finished work at 3 o'clock on the Friday. Instead
of joining my pals in the pub I made an excuse and like a drug addict I
found myself back at the flats. Much to my dismay and excitement there
was another two bunches of discarded tissues lying in the same area.
One set was still wet and warm. My cock stiffened as I realised that
they had been there only minutes before. I pushed the flat door open
and feverishly wanked as I sniffed her lovers' spunk.

Like every other Friday night for the last 12 years I met up with my
pals in the bar of our local pub. After a couple of pints I was
beginning to relax when 'he' walked into the bar with a younger man,
possibly his son. He looked over to the pool table that I was sitting
next to and nodded 'hello' in my direction. I nearly shit myself. Fat
Bob who was sitting next to waved back and shouted, "Hiya mate, how's
it going?" "Who's that?" I asked, as cool as possible. "Who? Turkish
Tony?" Bob replied as he lit a cigarette. "Yeah. Where do you know him
from?" I grunted. "I've repaired his car and vans a couple of times.
He's got that sandwich shop in the precinct and does deliveries around
the trading estates. Why?" Bob told me as he picked up his pool cue.
"No reason," I lied, "I've just seen him around that's all. He looks a
right poseur" Bob laughed out loud as he sank the blue ball into the
top corner. "He's alright when you get to know him. He likes the ladies
though! You should see his wife.... Fucking gorgeous, but he can't keep
it in his pants. You know young Gavin? I was told that Tony shagged his
girlfriend on her Hen night!" The others all laughed and looked at
'Turkish Tony' with a newfound respect.

I tried to ignore him but couldn't. My blood even began to boil when I
saw them flirting with two young girls in mini-skirts. I felt it was
like he was cheating on my wife.

There was no work the following week so I found myself hiding in the
derelict flat at the same time on the Monday. I waited until 3 o'clock
but they didn't show. It was the same the following two days, but on
the Thursday I arrived a little bit later to find that 'they' had
already been as there were fresh spunk stained tissues discarded at the
same point. My cock was aching as I sniffed them and put them in my
pocket so that I could add them to the others hidden in my garage.

On the Friday morning Anne awoke as normal at 7am, I turned over and
pretended to go back to sleep. After she'd been showered she returned
to get dressed. Expecting me to be asleep she silently opened her
knicker drawer and took out a very small pair of white panties. As she
lifted her leg to put them on she glanced at my 'sleeping' body.
Unknown to her I was peeping out of one eye, as I did most mornings. I
loved watching her getting dressed - always had done. Perhaps that had
been the beginning of my voyeuristic tendencies? She then took out a
matching suspender belt and a pair of sheer tan stockings. She looked
as gorgeous as the day I met her at school 20 years ago. We are both 36
now. Her slim frame really accentuates her round arse and heavy 34d
breasts. I love watching her brush her shoulder length auburn hair.
It's a lot lighter now, her hairdresser sees to that, but when she
flicks the fringe into place it always makes me think of the first day
that I met her in the corridor at senior school. My cock was like
iron. I knew that she must have been going to see him again today.

She continued dressing with a matching bra, a loose black (kilt-type)
skirt and a nice white, low cut blouse. Finally combing her hair she
smiled into the mirror and went downstairs for breakfast. I fumbled
next to the bed for a sock and 'cracked one out'. It was one of the
most satisfying wanks that I'd ever had.

I entered my hiding hole in the flat at 2 p.m., carefully securing the
door as before. Ten minutes later I heard a car drive along the path.
Slightly moving the metal shutter I spotted that it was his red car. My
heart began thumping as my chest tightened. Just as I'd hoped they
parked no more than three or four feet away from the window.

He immediately grabbed Anne's breast as she looked over her shoulder to
check for unwanted visitors. I could see him re-assuring her that there
was no one about. She relaxed much quicker this time. I couldn't
believe my eyes as she instigated the first kiss. His hands were all
over her lovely breasts as they French-kissed like teenagers. His deft
fingers had her blouse unbuttoned in seconds. It looked like he was
weighing them as he moved his hand from one tit to the other. As Anne
buried her head into his shoulder she whispered something into his ear.
His head sprung up and he grinned like a Cheshire Cat. He suddenly
forgot about my wife's luscious tits and lifted her skirt up so that he
could see her stocking tops.

His face was a picture as I watched him carefully stroke her nylon-clad
legs. I was staggered to see Anne take off her blouse and bra with
absolutely no prompting. He hardly noticed as her stockings and
suspenders fascinated him. My wife playfully slapped him on the head
and fed her tit into his mouth when he looked up. He was like a
'burglars' dog in a butchers window'; he didn't know what to go for
first!

He was awkwardly trying to get his hand between her legs but she
obviously wanted him to concentrate on her heaving tits. I moved an
empty beer crate near to the window so that I could aid my
vantagepoint. When I stepped onto it I had a much clearer picture of
their antics. I was desperately not wanting to rub my cock to hard or
fast but I couldn't stop myself when Anne raised her left leg and
rested her foot on his dashboard making her panty covered pussy
available to him. Tony didn't need telling twice his hand went straight
inside her knickers as he sucked her tits. He looked as if he was being
rough with her now as his wrist twisted and turned inside the little
white pants. He was so worked up I think that he was even biting her
nipples making Anne grimace as his fingers must have been deep inside
her cunt.

"I've got to stop this!" I crazily thought as I approached an orgasm!

Just as I was about to stop and confront him I clearly heard my wife
scream, "YES, YES TONY, YES, HARDER, HARDER TONY
........YESSSSSsssssssss!" As an intense orgasm made her shake in his
arms. I came all over my hand and jeans.

Tony gently kissed her on the lips as he withdrew his hand from her
pants. As Anne lay back panting for air he waved three sticky fingers
in front of her face then licked them like lollipops.

I gasped when I realised that he had had three fingers up her cunt!

Still licking his fingers clean he fumbled with his belt and jeans with
the other hand. With a little bit of shifting position he sat against
his door as if to say 'my turn now'! From my viewpoint I could see that
his cock put mine to shame. It looked huge (twice as long as my meagre
offering) with an almost black plum shaped knob. It took Anne a minute
to get comfortable, but when she did her pear shaped arse, framed by
her suspenders was pointing right at me. Because her legs were spread
apart and her knickers were pulled to one side I could see that her
cunt was actually dripping 'love-juice' onto her stockings as one of
her knees was on her seat and the other in the footwell. My cock was
still as stiff as before but I still felt sad that I'd never been able
to turn her on as much as this. She nearly flung her face onto his dark
cock. Slurping and sucking like a woman possessed my wife made Tony
giggle with excitement.

I was rubbing as fast as I could a second time when I thought, "He can't
take much more of this." At that moment Anne suddenly stopped sucking
his cock and threw her head back. I stopped wanking. She excitedly told
Tony something. He laughed then cradled her swaying tits as he
passionately kissed her.

Anne shuffled back onto her seat as Turkish Tony reclined it for her.
Both of them were smiling like teenagers as Anne lifted her legs in the
air and pulled her knickers off then lay back on her flat seat. Her
pussy glistened from between her nicely trimmed pubes.

My hand returned to my stiff cock as I watched Tony pull his trousers
down to his ankles. Anne grabbed his wrist when he tried to get
something out of the dashboard. She shook her head and smiled as she
whispered something to him. He raised his eyebrows and moved towards
her. I swear that she had told him she wanted to feel him cum inside
her! My balls ached at the thought.

His cock looked even longer it swung viciously in front of him as he
clambered on top oh my wife. It looked complicated but he had obviously
done this before. As he positioned himself at her entrance with his
hand Anne wrapped her stocking clad legs around his waist and rubbed
her feet across his hairy arse and back.

"Oh God Tony!" I heard her groan through the closed window, "That's
so...so. Big!" I stopped wanking and placed both of my hands against
the wall so that I could get as a close a view as possible. "UGH! UGH!"
She grunted as his hairy buttocks banged that big cock inside my wife.

"Ugh, oh...ooh...aaahhh...ugh!" Anne continued as he increased the speed
of his fucking. Turkish Tony was licking and sucking her nipples so
hard I thought that she was going to explode as she clung onto him for
dear life. Her face was now contorted with pain as his cock knocked the
wind out of her.

"Oh oh oh... Tony...faster, faster!" Anne groaned as Tony began licking
her ear and whispering something to her.

"I can't, ugh, ugh," she panted, "no, no...YES, YES.... It is, it
is...your cock is bigger...much, much bigger...oh ooh ugh, FUCK ME!
FUCK ME TONY!" My wife screamed as her Turkish lover hammered his huge
cock inside her sopping cunt. His face was now buried between her
sweaty tits as he fucked her to the edge of orgasm.

"That's it! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, fill me full of your fucking
spunk!" Anne screamed at the top of her voice as they both tensed up
orgasming at the same time. I had the strangest feeling myself and
looked down to see that I had 'spontaneously erupted' too onto the
window frame. I looked back at my wife and her lover. They were holding
each other in a tender embrace. He then looked at his watch and then
disentangled himself from her. Anne lay still for a few moments then I
lost count of the number of tissues she used to mop up the flood of
sticky cum from her glowing pussy. She playfully pretended to wipe
them on his face before she threw them out of her window as usual.

As he pulled his trousers up and moved back into the drivers seat.
Tony's flaccid cock still looked longer and fatter than mine did.

I stood trembling in the darkness as they grinned and chatted while Anne
hurriedly put her clothes back on. Tony couldn't resist the urge for
one last feel of her naked tits as she fastened her bra. Then after a
quick kiss the car reversed away and I scurried out into the daylight
to collect even more sodden tissues.

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