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Eight years of marriage had taught Meena Patel how to be the perfect wife, a caring mother and a dutiful daughter-in-law. She had a comfortable home, two beautiful children and a husband who provided everything the family needed.

Yet, somewhere along the way, she had forgotten what it meant to live for herself.

Her days followed a predictable pattern. college runs, household chores, cooking, family obligations and the occasional moments of marital intimacy that had become more of a routine than a pleasure. Nobody noticed her loneliness, and she had gradually stopped expecting anyone to.

But sometimes, the smallest incidents can disturb even the most carefully constructed routines.

A patch of vacant land near her children's college was being transformed into a construction site. The arrival of a group of workmen brought unfamiliar voices, laughter, whistles and occasional remarks to an otherwise quiet neighbourhood.

Initially, Meena dismissed them as just another nuisance.

But something about the attention, the unfamiliar surroundings and the strange curiosity growing inside her made her question the life she had accepted without complaint.

One Friday morning, an unexpected exchange of words would take her across the construction site's muddy entrance and into a world she had never imagined herself entering.

What began as a moment of curiosity would gradually challenge everything she believed about herself, her marriage and her carefully maintained image of respectability.

And as the days passed, Meena would discover that the most significant changes in her life were still waiting to happen.

This was no longer just a story about a lonely housewife.

It was the beginning of Meena's secret life.

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Meena Patel walked up and down the dreary street between her house and her children's college twice every day, just part of her stifling routine of domestic duties. In the morning she left the kids, aged 5 and 7, and returned home to cleaning, shopping and cooking the evening meal. In the afternoon, she trudged back to the college gates and collected them, the bright little lights in her life. In the evening her husband returned from work, ate his meal and played with his children for an hour before their bedtime. Then the two of them watched TV largely in silence, until it was time for bed. In the morning, the whole thing started again.

Weekends were little better, mostly involving visits to and from her husband's family, whom she detested, as they treated her as a servant. Her own family were in India, and she saw them rarely. In fact she had seen them only twice since she came to this country to marry eight years ago, at the age of 19. On a Saturday night sometimes there was brief frantic lovemaking, which she saw only as another of her duties. Her husband's needs were not great, though, and he was not given to displays of affection.

She felt she could not complain about her life -- many had worse. She had two lovely children, her husband was in work and their standard of living was quite good, and he didn't drink or beat her. None of the other mothers at the college gates paid much attention to her, but she didn't feel much need to socialize with them -- she could not understand their lives and their interests.

Today Meena looked at herself in the mirror in the hallway before setting out once again to the college, and wondered why she felt so empty. Perhaps it was just the distance between her and her family. She may have been bored and unhappy, but always took great care of her appearance. She was always immaculately turned out in traditional sari, her hair tied back and her face radiant with just a hint of make-up to enhance her lovely brown eyes. Her features were delicate, and she wore a stud on one side of her nose. She was only just over 5 feet tall, and her tiny slim figure had not suffered from two pregnancies.

As she walked along the street she noticed workmen had begun to clear a patch of waste ground near the college, and wondered why. Anything different was welcome to change the routine. It was spring now and the weather was good. The workmen were stripped to the waist, and she stood and watched them work for a minute before walking on, then stood alone amongst the chatting mothers at the college gate, listening to their gossip and their coarse laughter. She couldn't chase the image of those broad chests and strong arms from her mind, until her children ran up and greeted her and broke the spell. She walked home, listening to them chatter, but stole another glance at the workmen as she passed.

The next week as she passed again, she noticed a temporary building being lowered onto the site. There was heavy machinery now, digging out foundations, and different workmen. As the week wore on it became a routine that when the young mums walked past the site, often dressed in skimpy summer clothing, the workmen would whistle at them, and sometimes shout suggestive remarks. Meena watched disapprovingly, but something in her wondered why they didn't shout at her.

On the Friday morning, she trailed home in the morning having dropped off her kids once more. She was lost in thought as the passed the site, when she heard a whistle. She looked around to see the object of their attention today. There was no-one else in the street.

"Get your tits out!" came a shout. "Come over here and we'll show you something!"

Meena stopped in her tracks and turned to look for the speaker. She saw a group of four workmen, amongst whom there seemed to be some sort of a dispute going on. She did not know what possessed her, but she set off across the uneven ground in her sandals toward the men. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she had no notion of what she was going to do when she reached them. When she did so, they looked distinctly uncomfortable, looking at each other or the ground. One of the men, a shortish guy in his thirties, spoke first.

"Listen love, I'm really sorry about Eric. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. That was out of order."

"Just a bit of fun, Mike" mumbled the man identified as Eric.

Meena looked at Mike for a moment, and then at Eric. He was probably in his late fifties, with cropped grey hair and stubble to match. He was over six feet tall, and overweight, and the huge paunch that stretched the filthy vest he wore was peeping between it and dirt encrusted jeans. He had a pair of muddy tan leather boots, and indistinct tattoos on his arms. His face was red and lined with years of sun. Meena turned back to Mike. "Why not? I have heard you speaking to all the women in this way."

"Yes, but they're... I mean that's different, it's..." Mike gave up . Meena walked towards Eric.

"What do you wish to show me Mr. Eric?" she asked quietly. Eric opened his mouth to speak, and Meena noticed his top two front teeth were missing. He closed it again without speaking.

"Do wish to see my tits Mr. Eric? Is that not what you said?" Eric gaped again. Meena could not believe she had said the words that had left her mouth; she could have turned and left at that moment, leaving a group of chastened builders behind. But something was stirring inside her.

"Come then." Meena strode towards the site office, her sari trailing in the mud. Eric looked at his workmates, then dumbly followed her a few paces behind. She opened the door of the office and looked inside. She had no idea what to expect, but there was an untidy desk, several chairs, a battered filing cabinet and some lockers, and an old grey sofa, fraying and stained. Light came through two grubby windows, and the place was warm and stuffy and reeked of cigarette smoke. Eric stepped through the door and closed it, and stood looking at her apprehensively.

She faced him once again, and looking him in the eyes, took her sari from her shoulder and began to slowly untuck it from the waist, and unwind it around her slim hips. She stood for a moment in just her petticoat and short tight blouse. Eric looked appreciatively at her tiny waist and flat stomach. Then her hands moved to her chest and she very slowly undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. Eric swallowed audibly as he caught a glimpse of her bra. Meena then slipped the blouse over her shoulders and threw it on a chair with the sari. She was wearing a modest bra, spotlessly white in contrast to her golden brown skin. As she reached behind her to unclasp it, she noticed Eric's eyes were fixed to her chest, and his breathing was coming faster. She deliberately took a long time to remove the bra, increasing his suspense. As it slid down her arms and she threw it down, she could hear him mutter something she didn't understand.

"Now you have seen them. Does this make you happy?" she asked him. He nodded. His eyes were fixed on her small firm breasts with large soft nipples, and her perfect skin. Meena did not feel in control of her actions, and did not have a conscious plan, but she was aware of a strange sensation in her hidden parts, which seemed to be driving her on. Standing topless in front of a complete stranger was giving her a high. She took two steps toward him so that she was standing only two feet away. Eric tore his eyes away from her breasts at last and looked into her big brown eyes. He seemed to be asking permission for what would happen next, and when Meena responded with a slight smile, he reached out a hand and cupped her breast. His hand was rough on her skin, and made her tingle to her toes. No one except her husband had seen her breasts, let alone fondled them. What was she doing?

As he massaged her breast she stepped closer, and standing on her tiptoes put her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his. She could smell tobacco and sweat. Eric for his part smelled the clean fresh fragrance of Meena's hair. She put her lips to his, and Eric responded -- there could be no doubting her wishes now, and he got into his stride, pulling her buttocks toward his crotch with one hand, whilst inserting his tongue into her mouth. Meena tasted the bitterness of the tobacco in his saliva; she found it repulsive but fascinating. No-one had kissed her like this before, but she didn't want it to stop.

Now using both hands, he gradually pulled her petticoat up at the back, until he reached the hem. He found the waistband of her panties and pulled it down over her small firm buttocks, which he proceeded to squeeze with one hand whilst returning to her breast with the other. Meena broke the kiss for breath, and noticed the dirt from his hands on her breast, which seemed to arouse her more. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he worked his hand around to the front inside her panties. Eric let out a sigh as his fingers found first pubic hair, then the warm wetness between her lips. Meena gasped as his calloused middle finger first found her clitoris, then entered her roughly. Eric was stooping now, sucking one of her nipples, one hand on her bare back, and the middle finger of his other hand thrusting in and out of her inside her panties. This carried on for a couple of minutes until Meena reached the first orgasm she hadn't given herself. She didn't make a sound, but the sudden violent shuddering of her little body told Eric of her climax. He withdrew his hand and looked her in the eye again.

"Thank you Mr. Eric" said Meena. "Now what was it you were wanting to show me?" Both allowed their gaze to fall to his crotch. Before Eric could try to answer, Meena knelt and began to undo his belt with her delicate fingers. She undid the waist button of his jeans with some difficulty because of his overhanging belly and the strain the button was under, then eased his zip down. He helped her by easing his jeans down to mid-thigh, revealing a large but grimy pair of briefs, with a noticeable swelling in front, and a small damp patch marking the end of his cock. Meena grasped the waistband and pulled it slowly down, until his cock sprang free.

Meena had never seen a penis other than her husband's, and she rarely saw that as he climbed onto her for his Saturday relief. Her husband's was small, slim, neat and brown, like the rest of him. She stared at Eric's for a long time without moving -- it was a good two inches longer than what she assumed was normal, and so thick! It was purplish red, with thick blue veins, and seemed so knobbly, with a big bulbous end, on which there was a clear sticky fluid. She could not say it was beautiful, but it was certainly affecting her in a way she had not experienced before.

"Oh, it is so nice" she said almost in a whisper as she eventually reached out to touch it, tentatively at first, then grasping the shaft in her hand. It was as hard as steel, and she found her finger and thumb did not meet around it. She started to gently pump it, and Eric groaned. He felt he needed to take control of events now, and pulled Meena to her feet. He put his hands on her bare shoulders and guided her to the old sofa, and pushed her firmly down onto it. He lifted her feet onto one end so she lay flat on her back, then as Meena arched her back to help him, lifted her petticoat to her waist, and pulled her panties down, throwing them to the floor.

He paused for the briefest look at her now fully exposed glory, then proceeded to try to clamber onto the sofa. This proved awkward, owing to his bulk, and the fact his jeans and briefs were round his knees. He lowered himself down onto Meena's petite body, and as his armpit passed her face she was hit by a strong odour of sweat. He struggled to pull up the front of his vest so that he could feel her breasts in contact with his skin. She could hardly breathe with him on top of her, but responded to his rough kiss. She could feel his rigid rod against her thigh, and parted her legs wide for him. He started to push with his hips, and his swollen bulbous end blindly struck her repeatedly between her legs. Somehow Meena managed to reach down with one hand and grasped Eric's shaft and guided him to her opening.

As he felt his cock touch the soft, warm and wet area he had been seeking, he suddenly thrust his entire length into her with an animal grunt. Meena gasped under him, but put both hands on his lower back. Eric started to thrust in earnest now; Meena had never felt a sensation like it. She was stretched to accommodate Eric, and the depth of his penetration stimulated her as never before. He fucked her hard, with long deep strokes, which just went on and on. This was nothing like the rabbit-like thrusting of her husband, which rarely lasted longer than 30 seconds. She was so wet though, that Eric's cock caused her less discomfort. As she reached her second orgasm of the morning, she let out a little whimper, but Eric just kept going. The old sofa creaked as Eric pounded her, and she felt the sweat forming between their bodies, and his hot breath on her ear. As she lay under this heaving mound of flesh, she could just see one of the windows. She couldn't be certain as her head was moving in time to Eric's thrusting, and the window was so grimy, but she thought she saw three faces pressed against it.

She looked towards the ceiling. Here she was, she thought to herself, a respectable traditional married mother of two, being fucked mercilessly by a disgusting fat stranger, while others watched! She didn't care, in fact the very thought brought her to another climax. She dug her fingernails into Eric's buttocks to encourage him, and he obliged by pumping away harder. He carried on for a further ten minutes, giving her two more orgasms, before reaching his own and emptying himself into her cunt. He sagged onto her for a moment, before heaving himself off the sofa, and pulling his jeans up.

Meena got unsteadily to her feet, collected her clothes, and dressed calmly while Eric watched.

"Thank you for showing it to me" she said to him brightly, "I liked it very much." Meena walked out of the office door into the sunshine, smiling at the workmen standing nearby, watching her silently as she passed them by. She stumbled across the site to the road, feeling their eyes on her back, and set off for home. Her face was flushed, her hair untidy, her sandals and clothes covered in the dirt of the site and the office. There were grimy hand marks on her breasts and buttocks, Eric's semen was soaking her panties and running down her thigh, and her cunt ached, but she felt on top of the world. When she reached home, she walked through the door and undressed again. She threw all of her clothes into the washing machine and went upstairs to take a shower.

After she had removed the mud, dust and semen from her body, she lay naked on her bed, and despite the soreness between her legs, gave herself her sixth orgasm of the day. She felt a disappointment that it was Friday, but felt that she might just be returning to the building site very soon

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Chapter 2

Meena rushed around catching up on her housework that afternoon. She had toyed with the idea of returning to the building site on the way to college, but sadly accepted she could not turn up at the college in the state she had got home in that morning, and she had too much to do to set out early anyway. She could hardly concentrate on what she was doing, she was so high on the adrenaline of the morning's events. Her pussy was still aching from the pounding it had received, but the empty feeling in her heart had gone.

As Meena walked to the college she passed the site though, and waved demurely to the workmen who were there, getting an enthusiastic response, with much waving and whistling. This made her feel ten feet tall, but only made her lust sharper.

That weekend her mood was buoyant, but if Naresh, her husband, noticed he made no comment. She even managed to have a friendly conversation with her sister-in-law when the family visited on Saturday -- normally she spoke only when spoken to. On the Saturday night, her husband, as usual without preamble, reached over in bed and lifted her nightdress to her waist. This was always the signal that he wanted sex, and he climbed on top of her and entered her without a word. He could not have failed to notice how wet she was and how little resistance he met. All day Meena had been in a state of arousal, and when alone had had her hand inside her knickers several times.

As the rapid thrusting began she lay still and thought of being penetrated by Eric's monstrous cock the day before, how her whole body was shaken by his brutal fucking, and the sensation inside as he stretched her little cunt. She thought of his huge sweating bulk on top of her, and the animal smell of him. Before she could reach a climax, however, Naresh finished, rolled off her and slept within minutes. As he lay still she brought herself to a silent climax with her middle finger.

Sunday passed all too slowly, consisting of cooking and cleaning, and watching TV. Naresh talked about his work at the accountancy firm, and she listened attentively, though her mind wandered now and then to the site office. In the afternoon she was listening to her children read their college books, when she looked up and found Naresh looking at her. She felt a moment of panic -- could he know what she had done? She felt a thrill of guilt, but he turned his gaze away without saying anything. She told herself she hadn't done so much wrong -- it wasn't an affair after all -- but deep down she knew the consequences of discovery.

Monday morning came eventually, and Meena was up earlier than usual. She got herself and the children ready, and in a state of high excitement she set off to the college with them. As she passed the building site, she looked out for the men, but on this morning there were none in view. Her heart sank. She was not sure what she hoped would happen but knew she could not stop at what had happened on Friday. How would she wait another day?

On her return after leaving her children at the college gates, she looked again, and to her relief, spotted some distant figures in safety helmets. Were they the same men? She did not have the adrenaline that drove her so blindly on Friday, and she had to screw up her courage to even enter the site. Eventually she set off towards them, this time lifting her hems above the dirt. As she drew near she was relieved to recognise Eric and Mike from her previous visit. She walked up to them and smiled. Eric beamed at her and waved weakly. Mike raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Back again?" he said. "What can we do for you today then?" This was where Meena had a problem -- she had not planned what she was going to say. Last week just seemed to happen, and she had hoped something similar might develop today. Over the weekend she had imagined various scenarios, but could never see how they would start.The tingle between her legs told her she had to do something. She looked at Mike.

"I..." she hesitated, clasping her hands together, and looking at them as she spoke. "I just wondered...I wondered if anyone else... had something to show me. Like Mr. Eric." She did not know how else to make it plain what she was there for, other than saying "Will someone please fuck me?", and she did not use that word.

As well as Eric and Mike, there was a tall black guy in his twenties, and a skinny teenager. There was silence for a moment. Mike looked at her and thought about his wife for all of two seconds. Then he looked at the pretty slim woman with the big brown eyes. He looked at her sandalled foot and a tiny ankle poking out from under her sari, and had a vision of the moment he saw those lovely legs with his workmate's big hairy white backside bobbing up and down between them, as he had strained to see through the office window last week. He was suddenly aware that he had a massive erection.

"Well, I guess I..." Meena smiled and almost ran to his side. Eric looked crestfallen.

"Do not worry, Mr. Eric," Meena said, seeing his disappointment. "I would very much like you to show me again soon." Eric seemed to cheer at this, and the other two workmen laughed, probably out of shock at hearing a respectable-looking woman speak like this in her careful accented English. Last Friday afternoon Eric had redoubled his efforts at whistling and shouting at passing young women, following the spectacular result it had brought in the morning, when this little goddess had come and submitted to his desires, but with a total lack of success and a lot of abuse from its victims.

Meena held Mike by the hand as they walked over to the office. She studied him as they went. He was a little taller than her husband, but much stockier. He was in his thirties, tanned, with streaked blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a couple of days' stubble, and wore an ear ring. He wore a high-visibility vest with nothing underneath, and dusty, stained black jeans.

Mike opened the office door. The familiar smoky smell hit Meena, and took her instantly back to Friday's adventure, increasing her arousal. Her heart was beating fast again, and she could not wait to have Mikes big dirty hands touch her. To her surprise and disappointment, though, there were two workmen in the office, talking and smoking, with two mugs of coffee on the desk. They looked up.

"Could you guys excuse us for ten minutes?" Mike seemed to have some authority, as they both got up and left, though they smirked as they went. Word had got round. Meena felt disappointed that he had said ten minutes, and hoped it might be longer. As soon as they had left, Mike wedged a steel-framed chair under the door handle. Meena reflected that she had not even thought of privacy with Eric. At that moment she wouldn't have cared if the whole crew had been in there watching. In fact it might have been a positive, and she suddenly remembered that she thought she had seen faces at the window while underneath him.

Mike was wondering where to start, but needn't have worried - Meena took the initiative and led him to sit on the sofa where she sat next to him, leaning against him and slipping a dainty hand inside his vest, stroking his chest, running her fingers through his copious chest hair. Mike put an arm around her, leant over and kissed her. Meena noticed the same taste of tobacco, but a smell of cheap aftershave with it. She felt Mike's tongue enter her mouth, and reciprocated - so this was how people kissed! She had wondered if it was just an unusual feature of Eric's technique.

Mike's other hand went straight to her breast, squeezing it through her blouse and bra. Meanwhile Meena's went straight to the front of his jeans, feeling for his erection. When she found it she grabbed for his zip in her lust and innocent enthusiasm. Mike had to release her breast and take over to avoid an accident -- when he pulled the zip down Meena could see that his cock had already escaped from his boxers. Meena eagerly grasped it in her hand -- it was unlike Eric's, not as fat, but still a little longer than her husband's, and with a lot more foreskin than either. Mike reached for the hem of her petticoat and lifted it to her knees. He stroked her legs, smooth and soft, and returned to kissing her pretty mouth. The feel of his rough palm on her skin was what she had waited for.

After a while his hand began to slide inside the petticoat along her thighs, which parted a couple of inches as he advanced. Before long his fingers reached the top, and made contact with her swollen lips -- he realised with a start that Meena had no panties on. Meena writhed as he touched her there -- the tingling hadn't subsided since she had left her house with the unaccustomed sensation of the cool air around her pussy, and now it increased as he fingered her clumsily. Her hand was still gently pumping Mike's shaft, and she squeezed it involuntarily.

Mike was a slightly more sophisticated lover than Eric, which wasn't difficult, but he was still in a hurry. He knelt on the floor and pushed Meena's knees apart. He lifted her sari and petticoat up as high as he could, exposing her bare cunt. It was unshaven but tidy, and her dark lips were swollen exposing just a little pink. He pulled her bottom towards the edge of the sofa, and positioned himself between her knees. As his face approached her, her thighs tensed for a moment -- this was outside her experience, but as Mike buried his face in her pubic hair, and his tongue then found her clitoris, she relaxed, and allowed him to push her legs up and apart.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" she wailed. "Don't stop it, don't stop!" Mike flicked the tip of his tongue around her clit for a while, then pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, tasting her juices.

Mina shuddered with an orgasm -- she had never known sensations like these. As Mike pulled away, she looked over his shoulder and noticed the faces at the window again -- this time there was no mistaking them, and she recognised the large shape of Eric. She was lying on the sofa, with her lower half unclothed, and her legs wide apart, with three strange men staring straight at her most private parts.

Mike knelt between her legs, closer to the edge of the sofa. He held his cock in his hand, and rubbed it up and down Meena's soaking slit.

"Put it in, oh God, what are you waiting for? Put it into me, put it in!" Mike pushed the head of his cock between her lips until just the head had disappeared. Meena tried to push herself forward to get more of him in, but Mike held back.

"God, you're desperate for it, aren't you?" he said."Beg for it, then."

"Please put it in."

"Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck your cunt."

*Oh God, please sir, please fuck my cunt, fuck me, please" whimpered Meena.

This seemed to turn both of them on even more, and Mike slid the rest of his length inside her to oblige. He started to piston in and out of her, and was surprised when she climaxed again after a couple of minutes -- she didn't make a sound, but she arched her back and grabbed his wrists which were supporting him on the edge of the sofa, and he felt her muscles contract around his cock. He continued his rhythm, and began to massage her clitoris with one thumb at the same time. Meena was surprised when he stopped, as she had not felt him finish. She looked inquiringly at him.

"Turn over" he said hoarsely, getting up off the floor and helping her up from the sofa. He turned her round and pushed her back down, positioning her kneeling where he had knelt, with her upper body face down on the sofa. He then knelt behind her and positioned himself between her legs. He lifted her petticoat to reveal a pair of perfect firm buttocks framing the entrance to her pussy, then put his cock into her opening, before roughly adjusting the angle of her pelvis until suddenly entering her all the way with a sigh.

He started to fuck her hard and fast now, his hands holding her roughly by the hips, and their skin slapping together as he gathered pace. Meena's face was buried in the cushions of the sofa, which smelled of dust and smoke. She was amazed by what Mike was doing to her -- she had no sexual experience beyond the marital bed (and Eric now of course), and no idea about different sexual positions, or oral sex. She had never imagined sex was anything more than what she endured on a Saturday night -- she had been a virgin when she married, and had lived a sheltered life, without any exposure to pornography. She had seen the implied eroticism of Indian movies, but found it difficult to connect it with her experience. This was thrilling - just the thought of a stranger's penis inside her was driving her wild, especially a rough, dirty uneducated man. This was a whole new world of pleasure, waiting to be explored.

When Mike eventually shot his load deep inside her, Meena was just reaching her third orgasm. Mike withdrew from her, and his semen spilled down her leg and onto her petticoat, which was already dirty from Mike's hands and the floor of the office. Her blouse showed the evidence of Mike's handprint, while her sari had come loose from her waist and trailed on the floor. Mina got up and did her best to make herself presentable, but still looked somewhat dishevelled. Mike zipped up his jeans and took her in his arms and kissed her hard again.

"Are you not getting it at home, sweetheart?" he asked her as he broke the kiss. He took hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back. She smiled sweetly at him but said nothing. Mike released her, moved the chair and opened the door, to find his three workmates standing outside.

"Enjoy the show boys?" he said. The black guy laughed and shook his head.

"Not impressed, I can do better than that, my friend" he said, grinning.

"Fuck off, Leon" replied Mike irritably. "What about you Wayne?" he asked the skinny youth. "Bet you've never seen a woman naked before anyway" he laughed. Wayne blushed and said nothing. Eric just smiled at Meena, remembering how he had destroyed her little pussy three days earlier.

"You coming back again then, miss?" he said hopefully.

"I think I will be back tomorrow" replied Meena. "But I do not know who I would like to fuck me then. You boys can decide and inform me when I come". She felt confident now that someone would take up her offer, even if it was only Eric.

"Come on lads, let's get some work done" said Mike sharply, and turned to walk away. The others followed him, and Meena could hear them arguing about something. She imagined with a thrill that they were arguing about who would be next to get inside her.

She turned and walked across the mud towards the road. As she walked she thought of the three cocks that she had had inside her in the last few days, and how different they all were. She also knew that she craved more -- she now knew what was missing in her life: it was sex, but not like she had known before.

She arrived home, where after a quick shower and change of clothing she resumed her daily routine. Her head was spinning, and she had to try to drive the lustful thoughts from her mind at least for a few hours.

That night in bed she even contemplated approaching her husband for sex, which was unheard of, but decided he would probably consider her little more than a whore if she did. She would have to wait again...