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Mandy and I married in 1973. She was a stunningly attractive young 
woman then. I still think she's a stunningly attractive woman all these 
years later. She stands about five feet and six inches tall. In those 
days she had a magnificent figure with ample breasts and an beautifully 
round arse. What, perhaps, was most striking about her, though, was her 
colouring. She has always had very fair skin and large, luminous green 
eyes. In those days her hair was a long, luxurious waterfall of 
chestnut tumbling to well below her shoulders. Today it's somewhat 
greyer but it is still full and beautiful.

Still. 1973. We were just married and we went off on our honeymoon. We 
flew out to Florida. That was an unusual thing in those days - package 
holidays were in their infancy and Florida had not developed its 
tourist industry for Brits to the extent it has today. We both come 
from well-off families, though, and they wanted to treat us to a 
honeymoon that was a bit special. And special it was. They had booked 
us into a nice hotel in Miami - The Majestic - and arranged for the 
hire of a car for a week. It didn't take us long after we arrived to 
discover that everyone in Miami drove everywhere. I was a little 
concerned, at first, about driving on the right, but I soon got used to 
it. Indeed, I became quite confident.

Maybe that's why I thought it would be a good idea to go out to the 
Everglades. Sure, there was plenty of sun, sea and sand at the beaches 
of Miami - and we made good use of them - but I thought it would be a 
missed opportunity if we didn't go out and see the swamps. They aren't 
exactly plentiful in the UK. So off we set off West along the Tamiami 
Trail before heading South into the swamps. Mandy had the map open on 
her lap and I threw an occasional glance toward it. She was wearing a 
short, tan-brown skirt that contrasted with the pale skin of her 
thighs. I also kept glancing at her cleavage, likewise set-off 
beautifully by the lightweight orange shirt she had chosen. I was a 
lucky man, I said to myself as I drove along what seemed to be 
increasingly narrow roads.

That was the problem with that whole confidence thing. We'd assumed 
that, armed with a map, we would get to where we were going with little 
difficulty. It was becoming increasingly obvious, though, that we had 
taken a wrong turning somewhere along the way. Worse, for lengthy 
stretches the road was lined by trees and dense forest so it was hard 
to get a sense of which direction we were going. By now Mandy and I 
were exchanging nervous grins. Then things went from bad to worse. I 
realised that the car was beginning to slow down. I was having to press 
the accelerator pedal harder just to keep the thing moving. It began to 
dawn on us that we could wind up lost and stranded in a part of the 
country renowned for its swamps. Abruptly all that confidence just 
evaporated.

Eventually the car just ground to a halt. I pulled in as close to the 
side of the road as I could get which meant, as I had automatically 
pulled in to the left, that the driver's door was rather closer to the 
undergrowth than I would have liked. Still, I managed to open the door 
and get out without scratching the paintwork. I left Mandy in the car 
and began trudging along the road. After about an hour it met a wider 
road and, to my relief, I saw a "gas station" about a hundred yards 
along it to the right. To my even greater relief, as I approached it I 
noticed a tow-truck parked at the side of a building that looked like a 
"repair shop".

The place seemed to be run by one guy. He introduced himself as Eric 
when he shook my hand. He was about six feet tall with black hair and 
piercing blue eyes. His skin was of an off-white colour that suggested 
a hint of cross-race relations somewhere in his ancestry - still an 
issue in Florida in those days. He was wearing denim dungarees that 
left his chest and shoulders bare and there was a sheen of oil and 
sweat on his skin. I described where the car was and he set out with 
the tow truck while I sat on a hard wooden chair inside a small room 
with a table and a few magazines - Playboy, Penthouse. This was clearly 
where Eric had his lunch and breaks. A small window looked into the 
workshop. There were a couple of workbenches and a ramp for cars. 
Nothing interesting.

After about twenty minutes I heard the sound of engines outside and I 
went out into the forecourt. The tow-truck, with Eric at the wheel, had 
pulled into the forecourt with our hire-car hauled behind him, Mandy 
sitting in its driver seat. I walked out into the forecourt as Mandy 
got out of the car and she ran to me and threw herself into my arms.
"Oh God! Mike!" she said as she held me close. "I was so scared. You 
were gone for nearly two hours! I thought... I thought... I'm so glad 
that Eric came and got me." Then she kissed me full on the lips.

Eric sauntered from the pickup truck. He seemed to be taking a long 
look at my lovely wife and I couldn't blame him. He guided us into the 
small room where I had waited and got us water from the water cooler. 
"If you head South along this road about two miles, then take a left 
that should get you where you want to go," he said. "I think I know 
what ails your car. Can I get your keys?" I handed over the car keys 
and he left the room. After about ten minutes I heard movement in the 
workroom next door. I glanced through the window and saw Eric at the 
workbench with a few tools and some part of our car's engine. Facing 
toward me across the workbench he spotted me and waved. "Shouldn't be 
more than half an hour!" he called out, his voice audible through the 
glass.

So we sat for twenty minutes or so, Mandy and me. we held hands as 
newly-weds do. We talked about the other things we'd done since we had 
arrived in Florida. I ran my hand over her thigh and she stroked mine. 
There were moments when I wished we were back in our room at the hotel. 
For some of those twenty minutes I just looked at her. She was so 
beautiful and she was my wife. Then Eric came back into the room. "Got 
it fixed," he said. "You had some corrosion in the cylinder head. Not 
hard to fix but I needed a couple of small parts. Let's call it 
seventy-five bucks. I'll give you a receipt and you can reclaim it from 
your car-hire firm."

"That's great," I said and fished into my trousers for my wallet. It 
wasn't there. "I think my wallet must be in the car," I said. Eric 
gestured to the forecourt and I went out to the car. The doors were 
open and I hunted through the glove compartment. Realisation was 
dawning on me that I had left my wallet in the bedside cabinet back at 
the Majestic. "Sorry," I said to Eric, who had followed me out to the 
car. "I think it must be back at our hotel." I watched his face harden. 
"Ring them," I said. "They'll send someone to our room and they'll 
bring it out to us".

"OK", Eric replied. He gestured back toward the room Mandy and I had 
sat in. We went in and he sat at the desk. He picked up the phone and 
asked "What's the number?". I didn't know. I had no idea what the phone 
number for our hotel was. I suppose I'd only suggested phoning there 
out of bravado. "So let me get this straight," Eric said, getting to 
his feet and walking around the desk to face us. "You owe me seventy 
five dollars. You've got no money with you. You can't get in touch with 
your hotel. I'm guessing you've got no ID - that it's in your wallet, 
wherever that is. Right?" I nodded dumbly. I remembered being told that 
I had to carry my driver's licence with me at all times when I came to 
America, but I was so used to not having to think about such things 
that I had forgotten. "We've got a problem, haven't we?"

"Look," I started. "I promise you. We'll drive straight back to our 
hotel and come back tomorrow with the money. You have my word."

"And maybe you'll just not bother yourselves. Maybe tomorrow you'll be 
flying back to England - that's where you come from, right?" Eric 
replied. "Still, it makes no difference. My boss will be here later on 
today to cash up. I've used parts to fix your car. He'll be looking for 
the money for them. If I don't get it from you it'll come out of my 
pocket. Why should I do that?"

There was no good answer to that. Mandy, with a degree of bravado said, 
"We could just drive off." By way of response Eric looked her up and 
down with a bold stare. Then he reached into the pocket of his 
dungarees and held up the key to the car.

"Tell you what," he said after a few moments. "I'll pay for the repair, 
but I want something in return. I want your wife's pants." I felt the 
colour drain from my face and I felt Mandy instinctively reach for my 
hand. I should have automatically refused, but they weren't expensive 
lingerie or anything like that. "And about twenty minutes with her in 
my workshop," he added. Neither of us said anything. We knew exactly 
what he meant and I felt bile rising in my stomach at the thought. 
"Talk it through," said Eric. "I'll be in the workshop when you're 
ready. Unless you fancy walking."

"Let's just go," I said to Mandy, the idea of her going through with 
Eric's suggestion making me feel sick.

"We can't!" replied Mandy. "What are we going to do? Walk?"

"We could hitch a ride," I suggested.

"And how do we know we're not getting into a car with a maniac?" Mandy 
pulled me in close to her and kissed me. "Besides, what do we do about 
the hire car? We can't just leave it here and I'm not sure we could 
find our way back here." An involuntary shiver ran through her body. 
"We've got no choice." She pulled away from me and went out of the 
office. A moment or two later I saw her, through the window, appear at 
the door of the workshop. I should have looked away then. I should have 
turned my back and sat facing away from the glass with my fingers in my 
ears. But I didn't.

Turning to face Mandy Eric gave a "Gimme" gesture with his right hand. 
Reaching under her tan skirt she pulled her white cotton panties down 
her long, beautiful white legs. Stepping out of them she picked them up 
and carried them to their new owner, who hung them up next to the car 
ramps. Then slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned her orange blouse. I 
remember how I had admired Mandy's breasts in the days before I plucked 
up the courage to ask her out. They were beautifully rounded and ample. 
Now they stood revealed to another man - a stranger. He  slipped the 
blouse from her shoulders and guided it off her arms, letting it fall 
to the floor. Then he cupped her breasts with his oily hands, trapping 
her nipples between his fingers. I knew how sensitive Mandy's nipples 
were, and I knew that this kind of treatment would be sending little 
shocks of pleasure to her groin.

After a minute or two Eric unsnapped the fastenings on his dungarees 
and let them slip down his body. He was well-built with clearly defined 
abdominal muscles and a body that spoke of the effects of regular 
physical labour. Stepping out of his dungarees and standing in his 
boxers he placed his hands on my wife's shoulders and pushed her gently 
down onto her knees, her face level with his groin. I couldn't clearly 
hear what he told her to do, but it became obvious. She pulled down his 
boxers and released his manhood. Already hardening it was circumcised 
and clearly at least as big as mine. I watched, unable to tear my eyes 
away, as my lovely young bride of only a couple of weeks opened her 
mouth and took the head of Eric's cock in. With her soft white hand she 
stroked it as it got harder, longer and thicker and she began to suck. 
Eric's hands in her chestnut hair encouraged her to take him deeper 
with each downward movement of her lips on his shaft. In sympathy I 
felt my own penis beginning to harden and a flush of shame filled me.

By now Eric's shaft was fully erect. He guided Mandy to the workbench 
where he had worked on our car's cylinder head. He helped her up so 
that she was sitting on the edge of the bench. Her back was toward me 
and she leaned backward, supporting her weight on her arms. Eric 
glanced toward me and caught my eye. A terrible wave of guilt filled me 
as I realised he knew I was watching. He hitched up my wife's skirt 
then dropped out of sight for a moment. Then I saw my Mandy's thighs 
rising in front of her and the top of Eric's head between them. I had 
not expected this. He was licking her slot. I heard a gasp from her, 
audible even through the window. She threw back her head and her dark 
hair tumbled against the pale skin of her back. Clearly his tongue was 
having the intended effect and I imagined her becoming moist and her 
lips opening as it moved between them and probed at her clitoris.  More 
little gasps of pleasure and I could see that Mandy was becoming more 
and more aroused.

Getting to his feet Eric placed his hand on my wife's chest and said, 
"Lie back". She lowered her body so that she was lying on the workbench 
with him supporting her legs. Then spreading my wife's thighs he moved 
his torso between them. He hooked her legs over his arms and his hand 
moved at her groin and I knew he was guiding the head of his cock to 
her entrance. "OH!" Mandy cried out and with a single thrust, I knew, 
he was buried deep inside my wife's pussy. Then he began rhythmically 
thrusting into her, his abdominal muscles rippling as he drove his 
shaft into her again and again. Mandy couldn't help herself. I knew 
that. Each thrust brought a cry or a gasp from her. She threw hands 
back above her head and I watched her breasts moving in synch with Eric 
pounding his pole into her. I watched as my lovely wife - my bride of 
just a couple of weeks - got fucked by another man.

Abruptly he pulled back and withdrew from her. For a fleeting moment I 
caught sight of his still-hard shaft glistening with my wife's juices. 
For a fleeting moment I thought that it was all over. Then he placed 
his hands on Mandy's hips and guided her off the workbench. He turned 
her around and pushed her so that she was bent across the bench. Now 
her face was toward me and I bet the bastard knew it. He stood behind 
her and a moment later a wave of pleasure flashed across her face and I 
knew that he was back inside her. I watched his body moving behind her 
as he slammed his cock into her with ever increasing urgency. At the 
same time I watched her face contorted as she came ever closer to 
orgasm. I almost fancied I could hear his flesh slapping against her 
arse with each thrust. I definitely could hear her cries as he worked 
her closer... ever closer. "Oh God!" She was moaning.  "Oh God! OH GOD! 
OH GOD!!!!" Her fingers were clawing the air in front of her and I 
watched her face - every ripple of pleasure ran across it. I knew what 
was coming but nothing could prepare me for when it did. "OH! MY 
FUCKING GOD!!!!!!" she roared, then began to squeal as orgasm ran 
through her. And there I was, watching my wife cum on another man's 
cock.

When Mandy cums like that it sensitises her pussy. It's like she just 
keeps cumming. So now I got to watch as she continued to cry out and 
scream as Eric fucked her. I say, "got to". I couldn't look away. I 
couldn't look away as his thrusts got faster and he started to grunt 
and mouth obscenities. I couldn't look away as he slapped her arse and 
told her that he was going to cum while she wailed in pleasure as he 
fucked her. I couldn't look away as he cried out and drove a few more 
deep thrusts into her and I knew that he was unloading his seed deep 
inside my wife's unprotected pussy. I slumped down onto the chair by 
the window. My cock was so hard and I felt, somehow, that that meant I 
had betrayed my wife.

I don't know how long I sat there. It was long enough for my erection 
to fade. Mandy came into the office holding the cary key. I took it 
from her and we walked out to the car without a word. The silence 
continued for our drive back to the hotel. Eric's directions were 
accurate and we were back in less than an hour. All the way, though, an 
image floated in my imagination of my wife sitting in the passenger 
seat beside me; of semen seeping from her naked pussy to stain her 
skirt.

The silence continued for the rest of the day. We exchanges pleases and 
thank-yous but that was about it. That night, as we lay side by side 
naked in our honeymoon bed, the silence stood as a barrier between us. 
Then Mandy broke it. She rolled over and got astride me, her pussy on 
my flaccid cock. Whatever had happened earlier, my manhood didn't seem 
to want to know about it and began to respond. "Listen!" she said. 
"That happened. I didn't want it and you didn't want it, but it 
happened." She pressed down on my shoulders and looked me straight in 
the eye. "I didn't expect him to make me.....to make me feel that good. 
That happened too. But he's not the man I love. OK? He's not the man I 
married. He's not the man I want to make babies with. OK?" I nodded. "I 
want to start making them tonight," she said. Then we made love. And we 
did that every night for a fortnight.

About nine months later our first child was born. A girl. Of course I 
wondered - especially during the months of Mandy's pregnancy. From the 
moment I laid eyes on my daughter, though, and held her new-born in my 
arms, she was the most precious thing in all the world to me. She grew 
up to be as stunningly beautiful as her mother and I am now a 
grandfather. And you know what? A couple of years ago I bought a pair 
of dungarees and sometimes - now that the kids are away, Mandy and I go 
to the garage and play "breakdown".

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