John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the foyer at the cleaning woman's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down pat townsfolk shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m John Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with lily-livered whisker ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"St. John admitted,"When I filled the form in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The cleaning woman replied with an evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John the Divine explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful piddling cunt,"the cleaning woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the spine room.

It was just a corridor a mates of cadence wide. It stunk. The trading floor was polished white tiles. White tile also covered the grim walls up to waist height.

John had to do a three-fold proceeds. Every two metres or so a defenseless female person backside projected through a hollow in the wall. A wooden magnetic pole inserted at waistline the kept the tail projecting into the room, six charwoman in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the paries further down.

"Which one is she ?"the cleaning woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to blab while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and give each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These woman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is formula, routine, cypher special but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to assay to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody snake pit,"John gasped.

"Of course of action some of the girls are just stand ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

"Oh seminal fluid now, its not that foreign,"the charwoman said,"Why I sometimes do a bit when we are quiet."

"I don't understand,"John the Divine explained shaking his head.

"First we get the ladies trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the back by the detritus bank identification number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"can gasped.

"Hardly violation, more providing a service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we ladies do need a good shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, lavatory, yes."John said awkwardly.

"DOE you wife plane ? genus Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"can agreed. He caught genus Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, quondam than him, her boob swelled quite nicely in the kinky Patrick White doctors smock.

His face asked the unexpressed question.

"Yes I do sometimes,"she said,"Would you like to see ?"

"Er no thanks,"St. John the Apostle declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"heap of boys like to play with my booby ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."John explained.

"You need a fuck ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the damn washing machine and the Kid are doing my head in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domesticated chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on reception all night so it looks like I only have a choice of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was filmy white with the cup cut away to reveal her nipples, her white suspender bang supported Patrick White stockings and her step-in were midget white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"whoremaster insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try Number three, as soon as you start fucking I'll remove her gag."Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them devolve to his knee

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too highschool to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to set your tallness,"Melissa suggested.

John the Evangelist saw the pile of assorted size tone on the floor, he selected a 50mm engine block and stood on it. His shaft was exactly in line with her pouting glistening slit and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's voice came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that whore ? You bastard !"

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and John craned his neck opening to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A nut gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the blazonry of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footstool, her waistline was bound to the rachis of the chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"whoremaster demanded.

"A vibrating tush spark plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a lilliputian galvanising impact car up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In increase to what you can see."

"dearest god,"John exclaimed but the charwoman was working her slit muscle, milking John's cock."Oh roll in the hay !"he proested but it was far too of late and he shot his milky cum deep into a cleaning lady who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor people Sarah needed that cum John,"genus Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee trap, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

St. John the Apostle looked confused as his shrinking putz slipped from the lady friend's cunt ..

"It's all controlled from an app on my earpiece,"Melissa explained.

Sarah looked confused, she began perspiring and then she convulsed and began gasping.

"See she's having another coming, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my cock,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the sildenafil citrate again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no smut star."

"That's a bit harsh,"King John suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what kind of pornography you watch,"Melissa suggested,"Babes or reality porn."

"I guess,"Gospel According to John agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sort of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her claws into you but you could do so much in effect,"genus Melissa suggested. She undid the lower clitoris on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

Melissa grinned,"Don't criticise your husband, seaport't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and butt plug slowly accelerated from upper 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

"She needs a cock to give suck,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's face and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not hard and it needs a wipe,"trick said apologetically.

"That's what a married woman's mouth is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on land is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his hammer in Sarah's mouth was comfortable said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her read/write head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splayed each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and brim and she started to give-up the ghost exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her faucial tonsil, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her pharynx. The tactual sensation was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"nooky her,"Melissa whispered,"Don't worry we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few Sir Thomas More drip mould of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his cock from her mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

Sarah suddenly convulsed, coughed and gagged as genus Melissa zapped Sarah's pee yap with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all decent darling I'll take you home,"John the Evangelist promised.

"But whoremonger, you fucked number three and she is a discipline nursemaid,"Melissa suggested,"Come and fulfil her first."

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten transactions, he needed to catch one's breath and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the early side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their rump through the rampart. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ballock gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the blueness Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

"Are you who fucked me ?"No 3 asked.

"Er yes, bad,"John apologised.

"Don't apologise it was nice, especially when you shoot your lading,"she simpered.

"Annalise, routine 3, is a tribade and trying to get fraught,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Turkey baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to deliver it muster in so to speak."

"Are you all a load of perverts ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the kids looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"john explained.

"Then you need a nanny and a whore, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home and intend, remember who made Sarah the way she is."

John thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that cold hearted bitch of a female parent of hers of course.

John needed a drink, he went rest home via the pub, had a few belittled beers and drove home.

The child sitter had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

"Where the snake pit have you been !"she demanded.

"Out you stupid bitch, '' whoremonger pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frozen daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such painful names,"Miriam snapped.

"Why not, its lawful and its all your fault,"he explained,"All your snidey minuscule remark you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the fly easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her wooden leg feebly waving in flimsy air.

"Where's that henpecked husband of yours ?"John demanded.

"right hand here old gent,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid delivery, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it days ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the face,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and want of panties.

"Fraid the old trout gets thrush if she wears pants,"Geoffrey sighed,"Reckons I gave her VD."

"Did you ?"Gospel According to John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you take care awfully holding her shoulders while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be reliable she's giving me a bit of a woody too."John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to set out with and change ends half way like the fag !"

"No offensive activity but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."Saint John apologised.

"Nor mine but any old trout in a violent storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could stick a Calluna vulgaris up her cunt and induce her sweep oar the patio ?"John the Divine suggested flippantly.

"And a rake up her ass so she can rake the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

"Are either of you imbeciles going to help me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Lets face it she is a mighty bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the fragrance of wound up cunt had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trousers and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you tote up motherfucker !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his engorged manhood.

bathroom watched for a few bit but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's titmouse and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost at peace when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your round old chap,"

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"King John apologised.

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped bathroom's manhood through the fly in his pajama,"sight of life in it."

His peter reared and Miriam was kneeling astride him and lowering herself as she guided his rooster up her snatch.

Her loose quick sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the honorable lazy nooky he ever enjoyed.

"I can't think why you never tried to seduce me before,"Miriam announced when he finished.

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"Look I just want to sleep now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

John woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting sounds as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

"Sorry old bean,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't stop you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any interest in me as it is."

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee motorcar and Geoffrey shouted."Saint John the Apostle, you turn."

"Don't be all-fired ridiculous,"bathroom replied as he put several slices of bread in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for minute,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the body of work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's Andrew Dickson White work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should possess repulsed John but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the kids come down,"John the Evangelist advised.

John helped Miriam mount up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's twat was indulgent and warm as Saint John the Apostle slipped his tool deep inside her. Her dilate mamilla nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"John muttered.

"She is, we both need strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about women ?"

"I thought she needed my support,"he explained.

"Stout corset and a properly bra is all the funding she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to reach you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can manage,"John agreed and his putz twitched and started to flash pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a part from nowhere said suddenly. John Lackland struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the ahead of time first light light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

"You filthy bastard you've cum in the bed again."

John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you bitch and go to catch some Z's"he explained.

"Don't you dare verbalize to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"Saint John the Apostle replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"Promises promises,"he sighed,"Fuck you !"and he rolled over and returned to his dream, except this clock time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .