Calais - A temporary posting and where the wife fi
Last summer I spent several months based in Calais working at the port. It was mainly over the summer and it was quite an easy time for me. I rented a nice apartment, had plenty of free time, there was some great weather and where there were many temptations for a bored married guy on his own. However my wife, Alison, decided to come over for a few weeks in June claiming that she was missing me and wanted to have a look around the area. The first few days I was busy and couldn't get away so she was left to her own devices to find some amusement but on the third day nothing was happening at work and I left at lunchtime and drove home. It was a sunny day and as I approached my apartment I noticed my wife sat on an outside table at a nearby cafe. She was not alone and sat opposite her was a young Arab guy, they were both sipping coffee. I parked the car and sat at another cafe where I could watch my wife and her new freind. I ordered a cold beer and relaxed awaiting the show. I should explain that my wife has quite a knack for picking up young guys, generally black and normally very well hung, but this was a new diversion for her. She was wearing a blue denim skirt, pleasantly short and showing off her tanned legs, curtesy of a recent Caribbean holiday, and was topped off by a silk, low cut blouse. On her feet she had some high heeled mules and she strategically flashed her legs at the guy as she crossed them. He looked very young, a lithe body, and was dressed in Arab garb, a long white robe, with flip flops on his feet. He had curly longish black hair, the beginning of a wispy beard on his face and they seemed happily engaged in conversation. I assumed, as she had some supermarket bags next to her that she had found him at the supermarket and had moved in for the kill. The supermarket was a place where many immigrants came to to get away from the refugee camp, some made a nice living pimping themselves out to bored French housewives or, in this case, a bored English one.
They finished their coffee and my wife settled the bill. He picked up her shopping and followed her along the street to the block where my apartment was. I finished my beer, dropping some money on the table for payment, and followed at a discreet distance. He was quite tall but did not dwarf my wife who in heels stood about six feet tall. They entered the block and my heart began beating faster and my top lip started to bead with sweat. I followed again and watched them at the door, both his hands were full with her shopping bags and she leant forward and felt for his cock. She seemed pleasantly satisfied and let the guy in, patting his bottom as he went through the door. I ran to the rear of the block and opened the back door to the apartment and let myself in, leaving my shoes outside, so as not to make any noise. I crept down a passage way and in to the kitchen which gave me a good view in to the living room where my wife and the guy were sat on a sofa and were beginning to get to know each other. My wife kicked off her mules, showing off her beautiful feet and toes and pulled the vest over her head to reveal her full naked breasts. No bra today it seems! She undid her skirt and allowed the guy to pull it down to her ankles....knickers were also not a requirement today. She looked fantastic, with her all over tan, and she let her blond hair out of its ponytail and let it fall down to her shoulders before gently shaking her head to get it in to shape. The guy stood in front of her and pulled his robe over his head and was now wearing nothing but his flip flops, beads, a smile and a massive hard on. She approved and a greedy smile appeared on her face as she looked at the guys engorged cock. She pulled him down on to his knees, opened her legs for him and placed both her hands on the back of his head and pulled it down on to her pussy. "Lick me" she ordered in French which sounded very sexy in my hideaway. The boy slurped away as I undid my trousers and pulled my thickening cock out to rub as I watched. She let him slurp away for a few minutes, her eyes closed as he worked her over, before standing, taking his cock in her left hand and pulling him upright...in more ways than one and led him to the bedroom. Please don't close the door I prayed to myself and fortunately she didn't.
The door was left open and I watched as my wife led the boy to our bed pulling him by his swarthy cock which looked lovely and dark against her lily white fingers. She sat down on the end of the bed and rubbed both her hands up and down the length of his long cock. He placed his hands on her shoulders and thrust his hips upwards offering his very erect cock to her mouth. Her left hand pulled back his foreskin and her tongue licked the bell end of his cock and the ooze leaking out of it. She opened her mouth and took the end of the boys cock in to it, she then swallowed a few more inches of its length and her facial cheek was bulging from being filled by hard cock. She tossed the boys cock in and out of her mouth, making loud slurping noises as she did so. Her right hand cupped his balls and she squeezed each hard as she started to blow the boy with her trained oral expertise. His hips were thrusting hard at her and he was forcing yet more of his cock in to her very willing mouth. She took it well and was letting it slide down her throat and I watched as her skin expanded as his strokes went in and out of her. It was as if she had a double jointed neck given the effortless way she was taking him so deep and it was just as well she had got rid of her tonsils many years before. The boy's eyes were shut, his mouth muttering something totally foreign to my wife and he was very near the end of his tether in terms of holding back his explosion of cum. He groaned, went rigid and fired his first load in to my wife's mouth. He slid back out of her throat until the end of his cock was resting on her bottom lip, cum running out of her mouth and down her chin. He came again and splashed it all over my wife's face, he came like he was peeing in a long stream of white spunk. Her mouth was wide open as she tried to swallow his hot juice and her face was awash with the boys cum, her left hand was still wanking him off draining every last drop out of his cock.
He was still stood in front of her and his cock was as big as ever and still erect, the draining of it had had no apparent effect and my wife was smiling at the prospect of yet more fun and a good fucking She crawled backwards on to the bed and the boy followed her on his knees before settling down to suck on her nipples. Her hand was in his longish black hair, ruffling it as he sucked and bit one nipple and pinched and flicked the other with his other hand. His swarthy body, lithe and young, was a lovely contrast to her white skin. Eventually he lifted his head and they started to kiss, my wife's tongue exploring his mouth. Her hands clamped on his bare buttocks as he crushed her in to the mattress. She reached over to the side table and pulled a condom out of the top drawer. Shit, I thought she had found my secret supply that I had been using for my French one night stands. She tore the packet open and pulled it out, the boy rose on to his knees and his manhood was standing tall and proud and she pulled the condom over his cock head and rolled it down his length or the few inches of it that it fitted! She lay back, his cock still in her hand and guided it toward her pussy as if the boy did not know what to do with it. He needed no second invitation and was in her in a single stroke, her pussy sqelched as she was already soaking wet, he withdrew totally and rammed his second stroke in to her before doing the same again. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her hard and deep. She was groaning with pleasure and telling the boy how good he was, how big and how much more of a man he was than her husband. I'm not sure if the boy understood as I watched his rear end really working up a pace as he fucked her. Her legs came up and locked over his back, her toes clenching and unclenching as he stroked away at her with his massive young cock. She seemed insatiable and begged for him not to cum yet and he obliged and went on his very merry way driving my wife to many a wild orgasm as he took her. She bit his neck, marking his skin, and her hands were clawing at his back. Her nails scratching him but still he banged away at her. He was talking to her now, in Arabic or something, and she had no clue about what he was saying and cared even less as she took her pleasure with this boy. He groaned loudly and rammed in to her a few last times as he finally came and then collapsed on top of her. They were still joined and his cock was still deep in her as they both lay there catching their breath after their exertions. My cock was firmly In my hand and I came on to some kitchen towel that was, luckily, to hand. I tried not to make any noise as I came and then mopped my cock up and placed it back in to my pants and trousers. I looked up and watched the boy withdraw from her and saw the condom hanging off the end of his still hard cock. The end was full of his spunk! He must have gallons of it inside him. He took the condom toward my wife's face to show her but she opened her mouth and indicated for him to put it in to her mouth. He happily did so, laughing, as she received his warm spunk she then pulled him down and made him kiss her and taste his own juice.
I watched as they kissed, his swarthy body all over my wife's gorgeous white one. He reached over her prone body and pulled a dressing gown cord from a discarded robe and tied my wife's wrists tightly behind her back. He then pulled a pillow case off of a pillow and made a gag from it. My wife's eyes were wide open, a degree of apprehension in them and a frown line appearing on her forehead, and I felt sure that she thought that she was going to be robbed and left tied up to be discovered by me. He turned her body face down and started to spank her until her arse cheeks were red and sore. He then fingered her arse, first with one finger and then two, something she loved but on this occasion was slightly unsure how to respond to. Muffled sounds came from beneath the gag but I could not hear what she was trying to say to the boy. He was talking to her in Arabic with the odd English word thrown in such as bitch, white shit and slave. It was a very kinky scene and I could not tear myself away from watching the spectacle to intervene. The boy began to rim my wife with his tongue, going deeply In to her and she grew back in to pleasure mode as he pulled her cheeks apart and enjoyed her dark hole with his extremely long and talented tongue. He pulled on her long blond hair which he had kept outside of the tying of the gag, leant forward and let his tongue go in to her right ear. He bit her lobe and she squeaked with the pain but again it was muffled. He took two pillows and placed them under her belly before rising from the bed and going to the drawer for a fresh condom....a considerate guy I thought. The wife tried to stand also as he moved but he was too quick for her and threw her back down on to the bed, slapping her bottom sharply by way of rebuke. He pulled the condom on and pulled her up on to her knees, doubled her over by pulling on her hair. He moved forward, his cock massive again, and forced himself in to her arse. She went rigid but he kept going in until his cock had mainly disappeared. He thrust away at her, fucking her hard and she was at last responding, she loved anal sex and it seemed this boy knew how to do it. An Arab custom no doubt. He went hard at her, really pulling on her hair but he undid the gag and let it fall to the bed. 'Deeper you bastard' she moaned and he obliged. She was panting with each of his strokes, 'More boy, much more.....don't you fucking cum yet!' she ordered and again he listened and carried on fucking her arse with long powerful thrusts, his hips hammering foreword at her as he put all his weight behind them. Finally, he could last no longer, his back arched, he grunted several times and came deep inside her. He withdrew his cock from her which sent another shudder through her body, the condom was still intact despite the banging he had given her. The end of it was again full of spunk....the fountain of youthful spunk had certainly been visited by this boy. My wife's face was flushed but her body was glowing, a mixture of both sweat and the afterglow from the tremendous fucking she had received. He undid her wrists, turned her over and let her remove the condom, she tied a knot in it and threw it aside before starting on his cock with her mouth and tongue, licking it all over and sucking any juice he may have left out of him.
I watched my wife lying on the bed as the boy kissed her breasts and fingered her very wet pussy. Her hands were on his cock, running up and down its impressive length, working it back up in to a very full erection. The boy was incredible and my wife had certainly landed on her feet (or her back) when she had picked him up. He was resting on his knees on the bed as she raised her right foot, offering her pretty painted toes for him to suck which he happily did, before he licked the sole of her smooth pedicured foot. Her other foot was rubbing against his cock ensuring that it did not miss out on any attention or had the opportunity to go down. My cock was feeling decidedly excited in my hand again as I watched events unfold. My beautiful wife pulled another condom on to the boys enormously long cock and then lay on her back offering her pussy up for a missionary position fuck. He entered her, she gasped with pleasure, and he pushed his full length in to her before settling in to a fast fuck, his bottom going like the clappers as he worked her pussy over. Her arms locked around his neck as she pulled him down on to her showing her bejewelled fingers and wrists. She whispered in to the boys ear about how good he was, how big, how special but it wasn't clear how much English he understood. He was far to busy fucking her to bother with listening to her whimpers and moans, her legs locked around the boys narrow back as she firmly gripped him ensuring that he could not stop. Her eyes were shut, her tongue lolling out the corner of her mouth as she was receiving the fuck of her life, he rested his hands on her shoulders forcing her down on to the bed as he attempted to fuck her even more deeply. Her hands dropped off the boys neck and back on to the bed and her legs unlocked and flopped down also. She had literally passed out under his attentions, her body was now floppy as if it had no bones and still he pounded in to her. She came around about two minutes later, her hands reaching on to the boys narrow arse, pulling him on to her. Her eyes were open now and she was staring back in to the boys eyes as he hammered away at her, his pace had not dropped yet and he had been fucking her for nearly fifteen minutes so far. She shuddered and came, several times by the sound of it but he was still not finished with her. He gave her still more of his cock until finally he must have shot his load and fell upon her gasping for breath. My wife held him in her as they recovered, kissing his face with gentle, grateful kisses. I found the kisses, or the intimacy of them, harder to take than the boy fucking my wife as they expressed an affection rather than just good physical sex.
They finished their coffee and my wife settled the bill. He picked up her shopping and followed her along the street to the block where my apartment was. I finished my beer, dropping some money on the table for payment, and followed at a discreet distance. He was quite tall but did not dwarf my wife who in heels stood about six feet tall. They entered the block and my heart began beating faster and my top lip started to bead with sweat. I followed again and watched them at the door, both his hands were full with her shopping bags and she leant forward and felt for his cock. She seemed pleasantly satisfied and let the guy in, patting his bottom as he went through the door. I ran to the rear of the block and opened the back door to the apartment and let myself in, leaving my shoes outside, so as not to make any noise. I crept down a passage way and in to the kitchen which gave me a good view in to the living room where my wife and the guy were sat on a sofa and were beginning to get to know each other. My wife kicked off her mules, showing off her beautiful feet and toes and pulled the vest over her head to reveal her full naked breasts. No bra today it seems! She undid her skirt and allowed the guy to pull it down to her ankles....knickers were also not a requirement today. She looked fantastic, with her all over tan, and she let her blond hair out of its ponytail and let it fall down to her shoulders before gently shaking her head to get it in to shape. The guy stood in front of her and pulled his robe over his head and was now wearing nothing but his flip flops, beads, a smile and a massive hard on. She approved and a greedy smile appeared on her face as she looked at the guys engorged cock. She pulled him down on to his knees, opened her legs for him and placed both her hands on the back of his head and pulled it down on to her pussy. "Lick me" she ordered in French which sounded very sexy in my hideaway. The boy slurped away as I undid my trousers and pulled my thickening cock out to rub as I watched. She let him slurp away for a few minutes, her eyes closed as he worked her over, before standing, taking his cock in her left hand and pulling him upright...in more ways than one and led him to the bedroom. Please don't close the door I prayed to myself and fortunately she didn't.
The door was left open and I watched as my wife led the boy to our bed pulling him by his swarthy cock which looked lovely and dark against her lily white fingers. She sat down on the end of the bed and rubbed both her hands up and down the length of his long cock. He placed his hands on her shoulders and thrust his hips upwards offering his very erect cock to her mouth. Her left hand pulled back his foreskin and her tongue licked the bell end of his cock and the ooze leaking out of it. She opened her mouth and took the end of the boys cock in to it, she then swallowed a few more inches of its length and her facial cheek was bulging from being filled by hard cock. She tossed the boys cock in and out of her mouth, making loud slurping noises as she did so. Her right hand cupped his balls and she squeezed each hard as she started to blow the boy with her trained oral expertise. His hips were thrusting hard at her and he was forcing yet more of his cock in to her very willing mouth. She took it well and was letting it slide down her throat and I watched as her skin expanded as his strokes went in and out of her. It was as if she had a double jointed neck given the effortless way she was taking him so deep and it was just as well she had got rid of her tonsils many years before. The boy's eyes were shut, his mouth muttering something totally foreign to my wife and he was very near the end of his tether in terms of holding back his explosion of cum. He groaned, went rigid and fired his first load in to my wife's mouth. He slid back out of her throat until the end of his cock was resting on her bottom lip, cum running out of her mouth and down her chin. He came again and splashed it all over my wife's face, he came like he was peeing in a long stream of white spunk. Her mouth was wide open as she tried to swallow his hot juice and her face was awash with the boys cum, her left hand was still wanking him off draining every last drop out of his cock.
He was still stood in front of her and his cock was as big as ever and still erect, the draining of it had had no apparent effect and my wife was smiling at the prospect of yet more fun and a good fucking She crawled backwards on to the bed and the boy followed her on his knees before settling down to suck on her nipples. Her hand was in his longish black hair, ruffling it as he sucked and bit one nipple and pinched and flicked the other with his other hand. His swarthy body, lithe and young, was a lovely contrast to her white skin. Eventually he lifted his head and they started to kiss, my wife's tongue exploring his mouth. Her hands clamped on his bare buttocks as he crushed her in to the mattress. She reached over to the side table and pulled a condom out of the top drawer. Shit, I thought she had found my secret supply that I had been using for my French one night stands. She tore the packet open and pulled it out, the boy rose on to his knees and his manhood was standing tall and proud and she pulled the condom over his cock head and rolled it down his length or the few inches of it that it fitted! She lay back, his cock still in her hand and guided it toward her pussy as if the boy did not know what to do with it. He needed no second invitation and was in her in a single stroke, her pussy sqelched as she was already soaking wet, he withdrew totally and rammed his second stroke in to her before doing the same again. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her hard and deep. She was groaning with pleasure and telling the boy how good he was, how big and how much more of a man he was than her husband. I'm not sure if the boy understood as I watched his rear end really working up a pace as he fucked her. Her legs came up and locked over his back, her toes clenching and unclenching as he stroked away at her with his massive young cock. She seemed insatiable and begged for him not to cum yet and he obliged and went on his very merry way driving my wife to many a wild orgasm as he took her. She bit his neck, marking his skin, and her hands were clawing at his back. Her nails scratching him but still he banged away at her. He was talking to her now, in Arabic or something, and she had no clue about what he was saying and cared even less as she took her pleasure with this boy. He groaned loudly and rammed in to her a few last times as he finally came and then collapsed on top of her. They were still joined and his cock was still deep in her as they both lay there catching their breath after their exertions. My cock was firmly In my hand and I came on to some kitchen towel that was, luckily, to hand. I tried not to make any noise as I came and then mopped my cock up and placed it back in to my pants and trousers. I looked up and watched the boy withdraw from her and saw the condom hanging off the end of his still hard cock. The end was full of his spunk! He must have gallons of it inside him. He took the condom toward my wife's face to show her but she opened her mouth and indicated for him to put it in to her mouth. He happily did so, laughing, as she received his warm spunk she then pulled him down and made him kiss her and taste his own juice.
I watched as they kissed, his swarthy body all over my wife's gorgeous white one. He reached over her prone body and pulled a dressing gown cord from a discarded robe and tied my wife's wrists tightly behind her back. He then pulled a pillow case off of a pillow and made a gag from it. My wife's eyes were wide open, a degree of apprehension in them and a frown line appearing on her forehead, and I felt sure that she thought that she was going to be robbed and left tied up to be discovered by me. He turned her body face down and started to spank her until her arse cheeks were red and sore. He then fingered her arse, first with one finger and then two, something she loved but on this occasion was slightly unsure how to respond to. Muffled sounds came from beneath the gag but I could not hear what she was trying to say to the boy. He was talking to her in Arabic with the odd English word thrown in such as bitch, white shit and slave. It was a very kinky scene and I could not tear myself away from watching the spectacle to intervene. The boy began to rim my wife with his tongue, going deeply In to her and she grew back in to pleasure mode as he pulled her cheeks apart and enjoyed her dark hole with his extremely long and talented tongue. He pulled on her long blond hair which he had kept outside of the tying of the gag, leant forward and let his tongue go in to her right ear. He bit her lobe and she squeaked with the pain but again it was muffled. He took two pillows and placed them under her belly before rising from the bed and going to the drawer for a fresh condom....a considerate guy I thought. The wife tried to stand also as he moved but he was too quick for her and threw her back down on to the bed, slapping her bottom sharply by way of rebuke. He pulled the condom on and pulled her up on to her knees, doubled her over by pulling on her hair. He moved forward, his cock massive again, and forced himself in to her arse. She went rigid but he kept going in until his cock had mainly disappeared. He thrust away at her, fucking her hard and she was at last responding, she loved anal sex and it seemed this boy knew how to do it. An Arab custom no doubt. He went hard at her, really pulling on her hair but he undid the gag and let it fall to the bed. 'Deeper you bastard' she moaned and he obliged. She was panting with each of his strokes, 'More boy, much more.....don't you fucking cum yet!' she ordered and again he listened and carried on fucking her arse with long powerful thrusts, his hips hammering foreword at her as he put all his weight behind them. Finally, he could last no longer, his back arched, he grunted several times and came deep inside her. He withdrew his cock from her which sent another shudder through her body, the condom was still intact despite the banging he had given her. The end of it was again full of spunk....the fountain of youthful spunk had certainly been visited by this boy. My wife's face was flushed but her body was glowing, a mixture of both sweat and the afterglow from the tremendous fucking she had received. He undid her wrists, turned her over and let her remove the condom, she tied a knot in it and threw it aside before starting on his cock with her mouth and tongue, licking it all over and sucking any juice he may have left out of him.
I watched my wife lying on the bed as the boy kissed her breasts and fingered her very wet pussy. Her hands were on his cock, running up and down its impressive length, working it back up in to a very full erection. The boy was incredible and my wife had certainly landed on her feet (or her back) when she had picked him up. He was resting on his knees on the bed as she raised her right foot, offering her pretty painted toes for him to suck which he happily did, before he licked the sole of her smooth pedicured foot. Her other foot was rubbing against his cock ensuring that it did not miss out on any attention or had the opportunity to go down. My cock was feeling decidedly excited in my hand again as I watched events unfold. My beautiful wife pulled another condom on to the boys enormously long cock and then lay on her back offering her pussy up for a missionary position fuck. He entered her, she gasped with pleasure, and he pushed his full length in to her before settling in to a fast fuck, his bottom going like the clappers as he worked her pussy over. Her arms locked around his neck as she pulled him down on to her showing her bejewelled fingers and wrists. She whispered in to the boys ear about how good he was, how big, how special but it wasn't clear how much English he understood. He was far to busy fucking her to bother with listening to her whimpers and moans, her legs locked around the boys narrow back as she firmly gripped him ensuring that he could not stop. Her eyes were shut, her tongue lolling out the corner of her mouth as she was receiving the fuck of her life, he rested his hands on her shoulders forcing her down on to the bed as he attempted to fuck her even more deeply. Her hands dropped off the boys neck and back on to the bed and her legs unlocked and flopped down also. She had literally passed out under his attentions, her body was now floppy as if it had no bones and still he pounded in to her. She came around about two minutes later, her hands reaching on to the boys narrow arse, pulling him on to her. Her eyes were open now and she was staring back in to the boys eyes as he hammered away at her, his pace had not dropped yet and he had been fucking her for nearly fifteen minutes so far. She shuddered and came, several times by the sound of it but he was still not finished with her. He gave her still more of his cock until finally he must have shot his load and fell upon her gasping for breath. My wife held him in her as they recovered, kissing his face with gentle, grateful kisses. I found the kisses, or the intimacy of them, harder to take than the boy fucking my wife as they expressed an affection rather than just good physical sex.
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