The car was a beaten up old Daihatsu Charade and as it pulled into the parking space outside the shop the bumper smacked into our photo processing sign knocking it onto the footpath. From my position at the counter I could see that four young girls of about 22 or 23 years old were in the car giggling and carrying on.
"Who's the dickhead that knocked me sign over?" Bruce, my boss, asked.
"Just some babes mate." I said "Go get up 'em."
"Nah fuck it," he said "I'll fix it later."
I watched as the girls hopped out of the car and stood on the footpath looking into the store. One of them picked the sign up and after she put it back into position she grabbed a friend by the arm and walked into the shop.
"Hi." she said, "Sorry about the sign."
"Thanks for putting it back." I said. She was a very slim attractive brunette about 5' 8" with nice green eyes. Her friend was a shorter petite blond with close cropped hair and very, very small tits.
"What can I do for you?"
"Um," she began quietly, "Do you look at the photos that we put in for processing?"
"No," I said smiling, "They go to Sydney."
"Good, when would they be back?"
"Tomorrow arvo about 3 o'clock."
"Terrific" she said as she fished two films out of her bag.
From years of experience I knew that some nudes lived on the film and the girls were being very coy about it. My wicked mind hatched a plan. I grabbed a processing bag and a pen and began filling out the bag.
"OK," I began, "What's your last name?"
"One set of prints or two?"
"One." That was good, my plan was easy now.
"Gloss or Matte?"
"Um we are just visiting."
"That's OK I'm sure you'll be back." I said with a wink.
I tore off the strip at the top and handed it over to her. She had began to blush and with a flirty smile she grabbed her mate and walked out of the shop.
"I think we have a few nudey shots here Bruce." I said. "I think we may need to do doubles."
"How can you do that?" asked Bruce
"Piece of piss." I grabbed another workbag and filled it in exactly as per the original bag except for the one set of prints box which I changed to two.
"And in the morning when they really come back I'll swap bags, seal it up and Bob's your uncle."
"You devious cunt." Bruce laughed. "I just hope that it's worthwhile."
That night, after I'd sprayed her pussy with a huge amount of jizz, I told my wife Sharon about what had happened in the shop.
"I'll come in and have a look at lunch." she said as lay there with her legs spread rubbing the cum all over her swollen genitalia. "I just hope that it's worthwhile."
"Funny." I said "That's just what Bruce said."
"Ahh poor old Bruce hasn't had much luck since his missus took off with that other couple."
She said. "And Bruce is a bit of alright. I wish that he and Jo had come to some of our parties. It would seem by what happened that she would have been happy to come along but he wasn't"
"Maybe he isn't the sharing type."
"But ... fuck me!" she explained "He could have fucked a whole heap of other women."
"Reckon you'd fuck him?" I said as I slipped two fingers into her sopping snatch.
"I'd give him a go." she replied moaning. "I think it's only fair that he should have a revenge fuck." She rolled over onto all fours and moved down to my rapidly re-hardening cock. I slipped an extra finger into her hole and quickened the pace. She grabbed my cock and gently tongued and licked at my balls. The reflection in the mirror was excellent. I could see a profile of my wife sucking on my cock as my hand plowed into her cunt.
She moved around so her arse was closer to my face and I could really work on her clit and cunt.
"You'd rather have two cocks to play with wouldn't you?" I said as I gave her rump a quick slap. "You'd love to have a hard cock in this hot pussy now wouldn't you?"
"Fuck yeah." she said "I'd love to be fucked in my pussy and mouth."
"And we'd fucking cum all over your slutty face."
"And I'd lick it off your cocks and swallow it down."
"Then we'd fuck you some more and cum in your pussy." I then slipped two fingers into her arse. "And we'd fuck your arse."
With that she exploded. Her body went stiff and her thighs almost crushed my hands. She rolled on top of me and grabbing my cock she slid her wet, cum filled quim down on to my fully resuscitated cock. Her beautiful petite frame bounced up and down as I massaged her 36B tits. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured some on her right shoulder and watched as it trickled down her chest. She smeared the oil over her chest and taking the bottle from me she poured a small amount on my chest and then leant forward and our two oily bodies joined in slippery unison. I grabbed the bottle from her and splashed a little too much on her back. When she leant up the oil ran down onto her behind and I was able to massage it into her arse. As we kissed I greased up two fingers and whoosh they slid easily into her arse.
"Ahh you'd love a nice hard cock in there wouldn't you?"
All she could say was "Mmmm"
"And another cock to suck on."
"A cock that's just been pulled out of a cum filled pussy."
"Mmmm, oh fuck, mmmm."
"And all three of us cum all over you, in your mouth, in your arse..." That did it. Her eyes rolled back and once again she shook in silent pleasure.
I was also close and when she rolled onto her back in ecstasy I mounted her and slid my cock between her oily tits. I leant forward and she sucked my cock with a gusto. She had spread her legs again and the musty aroma of sex filled the air. I was ready to blow and as she opened her mouth I gave my cock a few quick tugs and 'blam' a shot hit her left cheek and then another blasted against her nose. I fired off a few more and smeared my cock over her cum dripping face.
"Now that was good." I said as I rolled onto my back. "You look like such a tart."
"That's because I am one." she said.
"Do you think Bruce would do it?" she asked still rubbing her pussy.
"No man could resist you my dear." My wife of 6 years was one hot number. Her long dark curly hair and her petite frame matched with olive skin and a wild temperament meant that she was a very popular lady amongst the sex starved populace of the small town where we lived. We lived out of town and on occasion we would entertain the occasional overseas visitor (see the 'Rivers edge' stories.) So our dirty talk was based on reality not fantasy.
With that I did what every other man does. I fell asleep.
"What's the time Bruce?"
"Ten to twelve"
"The photos will be here soon."
"Yeah, yeah as if they'll be anything exciting, besides, I'd rather have some real flesh rather than just look at some photos."
"You never know your luck in a small town."
The buzzer went and I stepped out into the shop as the courier dropped the bag off. I pulled out the girls bag and bolted down the back with them.
"Now let's see shall we." I said as I opened the bag. At first I was disappointed. All that was on the first dozen or so pics were of about twenty people on a balcony sucking piss and on the last few one of the girls had taken her top off and two of the blokes were grabbing her tits.
"Now this is better." I said as I separated the extra set of prints. "Hopefully this roll continues on." I wasn't to be disappointed.
"Strewth Bruce look at this!" I was looking at the same girl with a cock in each hand and a bottle of beer between her naked thighs. In the background some more naked ladies were sitting on the laps of naked men and a few more just stood around watching.
"We've struck gold here mate." The rest of the film was inside the house with a few people playing pool in the nude and a few of the skinny blonde being fucked on the pool table by some bloke as another girl sucked her tits. I spread them out on the table and put the photos back in the original envelope. Bruce was adjusting his old boy as he shuffled the prints on the table. I think he was getting a bit excited by what he could see. He was holding a picture of three naked girls sitting on a lounge when the buzzer went.
"Only me." came the voice of Sharon.
She came down the stairs in a little black dress which has a halter neck and plunging neck line. I love that dress. It allows such easy access to all her bits.
"You'll love these." I said.
"Show me, show me." she had a look at one picture of a girl on her knees sucking some guys cock and she said. "Well I'll be fucked."
"Maybe later." I said as I winked at Bruce.
"Maybe now." she said turning to Bruce and running a finger down his chest towards his groin.
"Oh you naughty little tart." I said. "Poor Bruce hasn't had one for a while."
"I can see that." she said looking at the mound poking out of his jeans. "Can I relieve him of a bit of pressure?"
"You sure about this?" Bruce asked me.
"Go for it mate." I said to him. I had told Bruce of our past activities but stupidly he hadn't taken us up on any of my invites. "Your missus has been rooting around so now you can root around mine. Actually we can both root her around."
At that time two things happened. One was that Sharon sat down in front of Bruce and pulled his fly down. The second thing was that the buzzer went.
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