Chapter 1

You help fuck a friend's wife and cum in her cunt and you end up buying their motel. As Ned Kelly said "Such is Life".

Hello, I'm Marcus Hogan. I own a small motel in the Riverina and I spend a fair amount of my time in the bedroom. Well, bedrooms to be precise. I have just bought a 20 room motel that I will be running with my wife Sharon. We have bought it from two friends of ours Bill and Sheryl. It is called Root's Motel because years ago it was owned by the Root family, not because of the shagging that went on.

We had dinner with Bill and Sheryl one night in the restaurant section of the motel. They were trying out a new apprentice chef (and not just his food mind you) and we were all pretty sloshed as the evening progressed. The wine flowed freely and all the other customers had long left when Sheryl put some music on and started a slow dance to good old Barry White. Sheryl is in her early 40's but is a sheer spunk. She is a bit of a gym junkie and not having had any children she was still in tiptop shape. She has short brunette hair and is only about 5' 5". She also has a small tattoo of the Essendon Bombers Football club on her lower left abdomen. I know this because Sheryl and I used to be an item a few years back. We'd had a wild time back in the early 80's fucking our way through Uni. She used to pick up blokes in pubs and take them to a motel where she would fuck them ragged and then nick money from them.

On a number of occasions we had threesomes with other friends and that's how I met Sharon.

Anyway, back to the present. Sheryl was dancing away by herself with Sharon watching intently as Bill and I exchanged a few quick knowing glances. I rested my left hand on Sharon's knee and rubbed her inner thigh gently moving upwards. Bill also did the same and Sharon immediately lifted each leg over ours gently spreading her legs apart. I was about to slip a hand up onto her pussy when we heard the crashing of trays and silverware in the kitchen.

"What the fuck is that?" Bill exclaimed, "Do you want to go see what that is mate?"

"Yeah hang on" Sheryl replied and quickly dashed into the kitchen.

"Bugger" said Sharon, "I was enjoying the show"

"Well you could take her place?" I said

"Fuck that, you know I can't dance."

"Maybe some horizontal dancing is in order?" Bill said

"Now, now Bill. Keep yourself nice now." Sharon said, "You know I'm a lady."

"You dance Bill" I said, "You can be the entertainment"

"OK then fuck ya's I will," laughed Bill, "Time for a slow striptease"

"Oh no, please spare us Lord, take us now." I laughed

"Carn," yelled Sharon "Get your gear off."

Bill and Sharon always took the piss out of each other but as far as I was aware they hadn't shagged ... yet. Bill changed the music to some slow blues number and started his take-the-piss dance. Bill is a bit of a hunk really. Tall with a good physique he obviously looks after himself.

"Hurry it up you wanker" chided Sharon "I'm about to nod off here."

Bill undid his shirt and trying to control his laughter pulled it off quickly and slid it over the table to Sharon who also opened her legs a bit further. Taking the opportunity for a sly grope I moved my hand up and started rubbing her vulva through the material of her panties.

"Do I detect some moisture?" I whispered

"You certainly do," she answered me following with a kiss.

Bill was now working on his pants and was grabbing at his crotch as the strippers do.

"Can't you find it?" joked Sharon.

"Oh for fucks sake woman, leave it out," he said in a mock cockney accent. "You wan' some or not?"

Bang. Another crash of trays in the kitchen distracted us again. Sheryl was taking her time that's for sure.

Bill had his trousers down around his ankles when Sharon said, "You can't give chase with them around your ankles. Get em off."

Bill obliged and standing there in socks, shoes and undies he said, "I'd better go check on my fair maiden"

"Don't hurry," I said slipping a finger under the elastic of Sharon's pants striking pay dirt. Sharon grabbed at my cock through my pants and was rubbing away at it. We were madly kissing each other and I motioned for her to lift up her arse so I could whip her panties down. Sharon took the initiative and stood up and pulled them down herself and stuffed them in her handbag. She pushed the table out and swung her leg over me and sat down so that her skirt was over our laps. I slid one hand under the skirt and started rubbing away at her sopping pussy. We resumed our wild kissing and my cock was fit to split. I moved my right hand under her blouse and grabbed a tit and gave it a squeeze.