Last week, a lovely sunny warm day, late morning. I’m getting ready to go off to a meeting. my wife is dressed for comfort – short red skirt, thin white and fairly see-through T-shirt. No bra over her 40E breasts as she prefers to be unfettered around the house - and I like her to swing free ready for instant groping. The dustcart turned up delivering new rolls of rubbish bags. The dustman threw them over the dog – sleeping next to the car – rather than step over him. As we are at the end of the close they start to 3-point turn the lorry. My wife has seen what they’ve done & comes out to collect the bags, telling me they must be wimps to be afraid of our dog. She gets to the bags & bends to pick them up. I see that the sun has emphasised the thin-ness of the material of her shirt rendering it virtually transparent. I see that the dust cart has completed it’s turn and has stopped. The driver is sat watching her, & his mate is crawling over him to get a good view of my wife’s breasts swinging and free. They see me & grin, giving the thumbs up sign; I grin back. She’s seen them there but makes no effort to cover herself not realising that she was as good as naked, rather it seems to me that she makes a few poses for them before she goes in. I see that her nipples are standing out like a couple of thimbles on her dark areolae and clearly visible. As she went I opened the door of the car, called to her that I’d see her about 8, & the dustcart moved off with huge grins still on the faces of the occupants. Mid-afternoon – she sees a car pull up & the two dustmen coming down the drive. She has not changed her clothes. They knock on door. She does not cover up, but goes to the door & opens it wide. “Afternoon” says the driver, a stocky man in his mid-forties. “I’m John and this is Jason. As your husband won’t be back until late, we wondered if we could give you a hand with those.” “With what?” asked the wife? “Those” replied John, and put a hand on each of her breasts, squeezing them gently. “You’d better come in before the neighbour see” she said, and turning round walked into the hall. John came up behind her and slipped his hands under her T-shirt and up onto her naked breasts, taking their weight and lightly squeezing her nipples. She stood still, and John pressed himself against her back. She could feel the hardness of the growing bulge in his trousers against her bottom. She shut her eyes to savour the feeling of her breasts being massaged - something she loves. She felt her T-shirt being pulled up by Jason – John still had firm hold of her breasts with both hands – and she raised her arms to help with its removal. Next she felt him fumbling with the catch at the side of her skirt, then the zip was undone and her skirt and panties were pulled down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. She was naked. Jason fell to his knees and buried his face in her hairy bush. John was by now nuzzling her neck and ear which she also loves, and squeezing her tits and nipples frenziedly. Jason slid his hands between her legs and pushed them apart, my wife obligingly moving her legs for him. Then his fingers explored her wet cunt while his tongue played with her clit. Soon she was approaching orgasm and groaning with pleasure. She felt John release a breast and move his groin away from her backside, There was the sound of a zip, then shortly afterwards the feel of his rampant penis pressing her bum-crack. John bent her forward from the waist and eased the tip of his prick between her cunt-lips. Jason stood up and fed his penis into her mouth, supporting her weight by holding her by the breasts. John slid his cock, regular length but very thick, right in and started pistoning into her, standing upright with bent knees and holding her steady by the hips. This went on for a minute but her knees weakened as she came quickly due to the unaccustomed girth of John’s manhood. “Upstairs” she demanded, breaking away and leading them quickly to the bedroom where she threw the duvet and pillows to the floor to give a clear field for action. She fell backwards on the bed and then John was on top of her, his fat prick pushing back into her sopping cunt. He started fucking her again. Jason offered her his knob but she moved her mouth to his balls, sucking each one into her mouth in turn, before reapplying her mouth to his glans and taking in his full slim seven inches.. After a few minutes John lay down full length on her and held her tight around the waist and back. He rolled over without his cock escaping from her fanny, until he was on his back and she on top. She drew up her knees and raised her chest and fucked him while beating him about the face and chest with her swinging tits, then dangling them tantalisingly close to his face. Then she felt Jason playing with her arse. He slipped a wet finger inside, then moved his cock into position. It would not enter her – she was too dry. She pointed at my bedside table. “Lube. Top drawer.” she gasped, then went back to her sensations. Soon she felt the cold slimy feel of a generous dose of gel being worked into her arse by Jason’s finger. Then his penis was there, and this time it slipped in easily. Both men worked their cocks in and out while she half knelt, half lay there in ecstasy. She felt them stiffen ready for ejaculation. Jason came first, and as his softening penis slipped out John came with gout after gout of come. They stayed in position, he with his head buried in her boobs, until he softened, and as she drew off of him great gobs of spunk drooled onto his cock and stomach. Jason’s cum was still being held firmly inside her. Still randy, she bent down and licked John’s seed and her juices from his stomach, then sucked it from his penis. As she was doing this Jason, who was in his early twenties, and who had been rubbing her clit to keep her cumming, recovered and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind. He shagged her whilst she brought John back to life with her blow-job. Both men came again, John’s semen being swallowed without ever seeing the light of day. By then the men had to go. They dressed and let themselves out, leaving my wife lying on the bed dozing and oozing cum. When I came home she told me what had happened, but I didn’t tell her that I stopped them as I passed their lorry down the street that morning and suggested they might find it worth their while to pay our house a call in the afternoon.