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"Well I know that, but you don't usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?"

"No nothings wrong, it's just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle."

"Come here."

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.

"Well that's a sight you don't see much any more."

It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.

"Ah. It's you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here."

"Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top."

"So how did you get involved with helping them out?"

"Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts."

"She's being modest. Without her help, we'd never have cum up so many useful sites."

"Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I'll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?"

"Yes. We'll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work."

"I'm just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say."

Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he'd turned to look at me.

"It's like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day."

"No Göran. There's no need to bother Mr. Erricson with my problems."

"No darling. Let me finish. There's no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him."

"That's right. But if there's something I can do for your good lady, I'll be only too pleased to help."

"See my dear. Well it's like this Johan, as I say she's used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn't inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?"

"Why of course we will."

"But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don't like smoking in the house."

"Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought."

"No problem Mr. Holmlund. Loather doesn't smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we're working. I'm sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding."

"Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you'll have something to keep you busy. Ok I'm going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don't see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye."

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I'm just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I'd closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn't surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.

"Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?"

"Yes thank you. I suppose you've got those blank CD's you want burning?"

"Well yes I have, but I've left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn't want to let him down, now would we?"

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.

"Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?"

"No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you."

Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn't get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.

"Well aren't you going to ask what the idea is?"

"I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not."

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he'd shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he'd been talking.

"Don't you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we'd taught you yesterday who was in charge around here."

He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of 'Oh God!' was now more one of 'Oh Shit!'

"I promise I wasn't being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do."

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backedoff.

"See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today."

Then turning to me. "Aren't you my dear?"

"Yes. I'll do what ever you want."

"I think you meant – Yes Master."

"I'm sorry Master. Yes Master."

"See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband's camera, and be quick about it."

I didn't want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran's camera. But I'd decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.

"Good girl, I'll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we'll all go and do what your husband asked. We'll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we'll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots."

"But what if anyone calls to visit me?"

"Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn't want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture."

They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.

"Get stripped off first, and don't rush. Put some music on, and let's see you move your body."

We can all think that we're good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.

I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn't feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

"Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks."

"Hang-on boss, you've let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?"

"Yours? I didn't know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain."

"That's not fair boss I pull my weight."

"Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it."

"Well you know the sun-trap?"

Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can't be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can't actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

"Well you know the sun-trap?"

"We ought to, that's what we've been building these last few days."

"Well wouldn't it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions."

"I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we'll be able to do what we want with her. But we've still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit."

"But boss, surely we haven't got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we're whacked out?"

"Sorry Stenn. We'll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven't got much more to do, then as far as I'm concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband's car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt."

"Ok boss. But I bet we're finished before 12:00."

"Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want."

All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they'd built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can't call it rape, it certainly wasn't voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.

"Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?"

"No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won't know what's going on."

Stenn butted in. "I don't suppose it will matter, I've read these kind of stories before, and they're just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned."

Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.

"No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night."

"What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse."

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I'm not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.

"Stenn. Fuck me Stenn."

"You what!"

"Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick."

"Fucking hell she's hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it."

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.

"Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard."

Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn't read the story any more, because I'd lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he'd taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I'd be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn't just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn't even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I've cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I'm sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they'll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD's that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD's for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran's camera, which contained the pictures they'd taken of today's session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I'm sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don't get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD's with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran's camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD's when I hear someone at the front door.

"Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn't expecting to see you today."

It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.

"I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it's a sunny day, I thought I'd come and help you try it out."

"Well you're welcome to try it out, but they're still working out there."

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.

"God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?"

"Well in a way it Göran's fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn't bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they're decent."

"I'll say they're decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat."

"Oh Lena. You're wicked."

"Don't tell me you haven't been tempted to go out there and molest him?"

"Don't be so silly. They're working. And you know I've got my Göran."

"You might have Göran, but he's not here, and they are. Working or not, I'm gonna' go out there and see if I can divert their attention."

With that she started stripping her dress off.

"You can't be serious Lena."

"Don't worry; I've got my bikini on under this."

"Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers."

"Well are you gonna' put your costume on and join me?"

"Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I've just put a new cover on it. I'll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?"

"No I think I'll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me."

"Oh they'll notice you in that bikini; it doesn't leave much to the imagination. There's the phone, I'll have to get that first, once I've got changed I'll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you're almost naked, and you don't even know those guys."

"Don't worry, all men are the same, I'll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out."

I remember thinking, if you're not careful, they'll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn't feeling well. They didn't want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I'd be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they'd been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they'd finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they'd soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I'd make my way outside. She'd reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

"Lena. Are you alright?"

"God Camilla. Where have you been?"

"Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon."

"Let me get in the house, and I'll tell you. It's your bloody builders."

I turned around and walked back to the house with her.

"My builders. Why what have they done."

"Me! That's what they've done. They raped me!"

Now this wasn't the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.

"Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?"

By now we were back indoors, and I'd poured her a stiff drink.

"Now tell me what happened."