Taxi - JJ Lacey (lightest ebook reader TXT) 📗

I'll let you have them for half price, just five dollars to you they were ten."  I bought them and left the shop, as I was getting into the truck I thought.

 

What do you need two three hour tapes for, when you just needed one-two hours, the one of Sid was an hour, and Frank's lasted for thirty minutes, they would all go on one two hour tape, hopefully, there'd be no more with the Greek on? If I could get it right, I could keep Sid and franks tapes, and Justin won't know about them, which made me feel a lot easier knowing I could keep them a secret.

 

Now when was I going to have time, to play with the recorder? That was my next problem, it was mid-afternoon now, I was on a job right now. Janet and the boys would be home in an hour, so today was out of the question. Janet and the boys would be home all weekend, so I would have to wait until Monday, to try and copy what was on the tapes.  It didn't seem complicated at all, just wire the two together, press play on one and record on the other, how simple was that.

 

I put the new two tapes I had bought, with the others in the door panel, if I was going to get any more items to hide, I'd have to find somewhere bigger, this hideaway was getting full, I didn't really want to get any more tapes of them.  Hopefully, I would get the Greek before he got to Janet again, I had just over three weeks to wait until I literally could get him in my sights.

 

Sid was out of the running altogether now, only Frank I had to find a way of dealing with. He wasn't expected back to see Janet for a mouth, as he had just been around to fuck her this last Tuesday, Sid hadn't upgraded Franks fucking rights only his.  Though I would keep, the camera loaded and primed, just in case something turned up, if it did I would capture it, which was all I could do until I found a solution.

 

Chapter 11

 

We were a car short in the area with Sid's death, and I was quite busy early on, at nine it went quiet as I dropped off at the Armadale pub, four roads away was Justin's place, so I trundled around there and saw his car in the drive.  I crept up onto his veranda and peeked through the gap in his curtains.  They were both naked and shagging, she had her hands on the coffee table bent over, with him shagging her from behind, holding her hips both of them were watching the telly, I had no doubt watching Janet again.

 

As I watched he pulled out, and she finished him off with her mouth.  Was everybody doing that except me, Janet hadn't sucked Frank, but she had sucked Sid and the Greek, before having sex and to finish them off, she hadn't even kissed mine?  When this was all over there were going to be some changes made that was for sure. I didn't want to use the tapes to make her obey me, but I had them if I needed them.

 

At eleven, I slipped into bed and lifted Janet's nightdress, she didn't complain, but she wasn't that happy about me just shagging her, without asking her first, and maybe worming her fanny up.  When I finished, she just curled up and went "Huh."  I was out at four am doing my early calls, and home for eight-thirty, Tony was already there having tea and toast, telling Janet he was the one, called to Sid's accident, and was there minutes after it happened.

 

"Nothing we could do smashed his head on the roe-bar when the truck hit him, what the hell was he doing, pulling out like that?  That truck driver didn't have a chance of stopping,  they checked his taco, and he was under the speed limit. He is in the clear as far as the police are concerned. It was all Sid's fault, but the truck driver is shaken up pretty bad, so is poor Betty he was a bastard to her, but I suppose she loved him."

 

Janet looked guilty and sad, as she looked at me while Tony spook I hadn't thought of Betty at all. I wondered if he shagged Betty as rough as he had Janet, I imagined he didn't.  He had the advantage of having the photos, which he could bully Janet. Perhaps he wasn't getting it off of Betty like I hadn't got it from Janet. Mary was the same, Harvey was shagging her as well as me, and Duncan wasn't getting it of Mary but was shagging Alison. It seemed the wives were rationing their husbands, and then giving sex freely, to their boyfriends and lovers.

 

It was Melanie, which was giving Justin his sex, to the determent of her husband. I was beginning to think Andy; the chap I went hunting with had the right idea. He took his wife to parties and watched her with anyone who wanted to fuck her, while he had a different cunt to fuck each time.  I wonder if he still lived in the same place, I will have to drop around to see, Sandra wasn't a bad looking woman, and she did say she fancied me.

 

After lunch most Saturdays we would toss the boy's in the car, and spend the afternoon down on the Swan River. I would take my rod and the boys loved, netting small fish in the shallows.  We had a nice afternoon picnic tea, it was a very nice afternoon out, and we all seemed to enjoy it. On the way home at six, we had a sit-in meal at Hungry Jacks and got home at seven-thirty.  At eight pm the boys were going to bed, and at nine I told Janet I wanted to see her pussy, she looked at me strangely. I suppose because I had never before asked her straight out bluntly, to see her genitals as we sat watching the telly.

 

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, looking up from the woman's magazine she was reading.

 

"I'd like to see your pussy please?" I said sitting up and looking at her, with her legs curled up in her chair. Her short skirt not quite hiding her bottom showing her white panty covered crouch.

 

"I'd like to exercise my marital rights and look at my wife's pussy, before I have sex with her, here on the floor," I said standing up and taking the three paces to where she was sitting.  She watched me not moving at all until she was looking up at me as I stood looking down at her. Her mouth opened and she gasped as her body twitched when my finger traced the crease between her pussy lips, which I had been looking at, for the last hour while she looked at her mag.

 

With my legs up against the cushion, she couldn't straighten her legs out so she couldn't sit on her bum, preventing me from feeling her.  With one hand on my wrist, trying to push my hand away, her bum wriggled as my fingers pressed her panties, between her pussy lips. Where I could feel the entrance to her love tunnel, and I wriggled my finger making her gasp.

 

"John, stop it, the boys might come in," she said a little breathless, her hips twitching. I could feel her panties getting damp, as my fingers vibrated on her entrance.

 

"Oh no," she gasped and tensed, as I pulled her panties to one side, and pushed two fingers into her. Her arm wasn't strong enough, to stop me moving them, inside her love hole.  Her body had started responding, even if she didn't want it to, she was getting wet, and I mean wet soaking in fact. I had my free hand in her blouse groping her tit, and tweaking her nipple. Her breathing had quickened, and she could not stop the little murmurs escaping, from her mouth. As her body trembled when my fingers found that little spot inside her fanny, I quickly undid my belt and pushed my trousers and pants down, without stopping exciting her fanny with my fingers.

 

She was looking at my rapidly herding cock. and took a deep breath when I removed my fingers, and quickly pulled her panties down past her bum to her ankles.  With her panties now out of the way, and not hindering me. I could give her fanny, all the attention I wanted to with my fingers.  She could not anymore, hold back the moans she wanted to give. All the signs were there, the strained look, the little jerky movements, the tiny gowns in the throat and the tiny whimpers meant an orgasm was on its way.  I knelt down and quickened my hand movements, thrusting into her faster and deeper, now she sounded like she had on the tape.

 

"Oh god fuck, oh-oh my god yes oh fuck yes John," she whimpered looking at me her face straining. Then it was out with my fingers, and in with my cock just as the river burst its banks. I was making her cry out whimpering, as my cock really enhanced, the feeling of her orgasm, making her jerk and moan, and for the fifteen minutes, I fucked her hard.  I was going to cum inside her but changed my mind just before I ejaculated, and grabbed the tissue box from the coffee table, and used a handful of tissues.

 

The orgasm Janet had when I started fucking her was a good one; it had her gasping and jerking, for a good three minutes. She had another just six minutes later, and when I had to pull out, I think she was starting to have another one. So as I wiped my dick with one hand, I pulled her panties right off, spread her legs wide, and put three fingers into her, and finger fucked her until she jerked and climaxed again.

 

With her bum on the edge of the seat, she lay back almost flat, I had put her legs over the arms of the chair, and that opened up her fanny wide.  The bright pink sex inflamed lips looked like rose petals glistening with dew, and my fingers had her love hole open. I thought the whole of her fanny looked lovely, with it covered in her cum love juice.

 

She was still taking deep panting breaths, as she looked up at me with misty eyes, her naked breasts heaving, as I looked at her whole body.  I heard her gasp, as I lowered my lips and kissed her clitoris; she shuddered and made tiny sounds, as I repeatedly kissed it. She then quivered and murmured 'oh my god,' when I sucked on her hard little bud.  I had to admit Sid had been right, her fanny did taste like honey, and she jerked and vibrated, murmuring 'oh John' as I licked and sucked her damp lips.

 

I liked the taste of her cunt very much, and eagerly lapped at her hot fanny with my tongue, she was gasping and moaning, as my