I had rented a motor scooter from a shop in Bodrum, Turkey. I had ridden one in my 20, but that was

quite a few years back now. Sarah my wife had enjoyed it at the clock time, but she was really uneasy this

day and to be honest so was I. It was really tomentum raising on the in use roads, with motorbus, car, lorries and

hundreds of really crazy scooter passenger weaving all around us.

I had set off that morning with a a plan to go down to a town called Turgutreis, so we could call the

big market there, but I starting to rue it. It was completely crazy on the roads and unsafe for person as out of practice as me.

I was doing reasonably OK at first on the straight route outside the town, but then we were in a small



busy place. I was looking around and only saw the big, dog in the route at the hold up second. The next

moment, we were on the road, .with the scooter sliding on its side of meat. I was up immediately, but to my

stupor, saw that Sarah was laid in the road. She was holding her leg just below her knee. I ran to her

and respective local men also stepped off the roadside to stop traffic and assist. Sarah wasn't screaming

or making a drama, she just looked a bit shaken up and shocked. I lifted her hand, and saw there was

just a slight grazing, but I also saw that the helmet she had fortunately, insisted on wearing away, was scraped.

A man wearing Myxocephalus aenaeus, oily, overall had run from a building close by, that looked like a water scooter

repair place, he was pointing at the front of a building a little further down the road and saying

"doctor ”. He and another man helped to lift and carry Sarah to the room access of the building and I followed

The man in the boilers suit opened the door and I heard a Alexander Bell band, it was like they used to take in shop class, a long time ago. The men helped Sarah inside and I stepped in behind them.

An old man was sitting on a wooden president. He looked quite startled, like he had been interrupted in a

daydream, but then stood up quickly. The guy in the overalls spoke quickly in Turkish and the old

looked at Sarah, then at me. He also had only basic English language, so I will publish how it sounded

me. He said"I exameen"pointing at Sarah."XXX Euro ”. I shook my mind and said"No Euro.

.Turkish lira ”. He nodded"and held up his exponent digit and in-between finger, bent,"One fifty dollar bill Lira"

I nodded. The bartering was obviously satisfactory and I moved to take Sarah's right arm, while the guy

in the overalls got on her left hand. The old man, who I presumed was a doctor, led the way down a

passageway. And opened the door at the end. We helped Sarah inside.

The room was almost antique, like a set for a period drama. shelf lined the walls, with bottleful and

boxes of tablets on them and in the middle was a very old, wooden, examination

sofa. The shoes stank of antimicrobic, kind of inviolable, carbolic, almost overpowering.. The old doctor took over from me and he and the other stranger, helped Sarah get onto the lounge and laid her on her

back. It was the foremost time I could use up a look at the old man properly. He looked as old as his surgery

He was a thin man with white, grey, hair slicked slicked down with oil. He had a full-of-the-moon moustache

, looking too, total darkness, as though dyed. His trousers were years out of fashion. Baggy and loose, with

banding and large crook ups. He was wearing an off White person shirt, that once might get been complete white

and a big, John Brown, kipper, tie.

I quickly got the impression that this was definitely a mans human beings. The doc spoke with me, not Sarah

Sarah still had the crash helmet on. The doctor un fastened the strap. He looked at me, pointing at the damage to the helmet and said"Mmmm .Maybe her concuss ! ! !"Sarah seemed a short shaken up, but it didn't seem like she was suffering a head combat injury to me. I just wanted the doctor to look at her leg, maybe put a dressing on and let us get on our way. The old man took the helmet off and handed it to me. He moved Sarah's pilus around, looking at her scalp.. After a serious review and feeling with his long, bony, fingers, he moved down to look at her legs. Sarah wearing curt, short circuit and the old doctor was almost staring at her slim, tanned legs. He examined the graze, then got a swab. He poured something from a bottle and wiped the area. Sarah winced as it stung her. I looked at the scratching and it didn't expression anything to worry about, .. which was a relief. The doctor poured, tincture of iodine on a fecundation and then applied a dressing and stuck it on with tape. I thought that would be it and so did Sarah. She began to sit up. The doctor put a mitt on her upper chest and made her lie back again. He made a move with his hands to get her to unfasten her top. Sarah has always been the type to do what the Doctor says and did as he asked.. The old man examined her tummy, prodding and pushing with his fingers.. He turned to me and said"Posseeeble hurt internal. I check ! ! !"There was a definite atmosphere in the room as he examined her. I could see his script was shaking. Then he quickly slid his hand down the front of Sarah's shorts. Sarah stiffened and started to sit up. Instead of talking to Sarah, He turned towards me and said"I exameen lymph secretor ! ! !"Even I knew that the scrape on her leg would not bear become infect and got into her gland in a few hour, but I nodded to Sarah and smiled, shrugging and trying to look reassuring. At first I thought he was neural, but suddenly just the way he was acting and how a lot time he was spending, I suddenly realized touching Sarah was arousing the randy, old, pervert. I got a surge of butterflies in my stomach ,. .He was excited and I realized that was also getting me unrestrained. I looked around and saw that the man who had helped get Sarah into the operation, was behind me looking on. When he saw me looking he started for the door. I walked over and shook his hand., thanking him for his help. The man gave a kind of malign grin, which confused me. He spoke rapidly and it sounded like he was asking the old doctor something. The doctor responded and nodded his mind as if to confirm an arrangement. The physician came across and said to me"Seet down"pointing to a stool. The doctor said"I give antebioteec.Stop contagion. He walked to the ledge, peering closely at bottles. He chose a bottle, opened it and agitate for capsules into his bridge player. He poured some pee from a nursing bottle and handed the pills to Sarah. She took them and swallowed them with sips of water."I be few minute."He left with the other man and was variety of muttering to him as he closed the door. After it closed I said to Sarah"“ the pits this is weird, isn't it ? I am really no-account for crashing the cycle love."After about five or ten hour, Sarah seemed very unlax, a bit too relaxed considering things. I said"Never creative thinker darling. You relax. . Have a little repose for a minute."Before tenacious she was breathing slowly and deeply. I looked down at my wife and thought how pretty she was with her hazel tree, brown, haircloth and smooth, pale, skin. At XXX six, she was in ripe contour and she looked sexy in her short shorts and she looked so vulnerable and innocent with her short sleeved shirt unbuttoned, and lacy, white bra on show. Her irreverent nipples were showing through the lean material.

The Dr. was away for about fifteen minutes and I just spent the time looking at stuff around the

surgical procedure. The born light wasn't too enceinte .There was only one window at the buttocks with just a gap surgery. The natural light wasn't too great .There was only one window at the rear with just a gap in

the wooden shutters, but there was a big examination light over the sofa which made the room

quite brightly lit..

The old doctor approached the couch. He reached and gave Sarah a handshake. She moaned and he shook her again and spoke to her in Turkish. She partly opened her eyes and said something opaque. The Doctor of the Church turned to me and said"Maybe she concuss. She need slow down. I give injeection. She sleep maybe two hour."I knew Sarah wasn't concussed. He must have given her some variety of tranquillising drug, not the antibiotics, .he had suggested that Sarah needed. The old sod must have though I was stupid and easy to fool away. I knew he must have something planned., and I he wanted to pass on Sarah more downer drugs, I could guess what what it was. Without waiting for a reply, the old guy found a syringe, opened a box of crank ampul with liquid in and drew up the fluid into the syringe. I am not proud of it, but for a long sentence I had been having secret illusion about. other men with Sarah, often masturbating with a brawny, satisfying cum at the end.. The doctors hands were shaking again as he squirted a jet of fluid out of the tip of the hypodermic syringe phonograph needle. I could feel his excitement and arousal. I don't think he realized how excited I was feeling as well. He unfastened the waist clit on Sarah's tight shorts and pulled the zip down. He got me help roll her onto her side. She didn't react or speak as pulled her step-in down to expose the top of her left buttock. He wiped a pocket-sized mop on her smooth skin and jabbed the acerate leaf in .Again Sarah didn't wince or shit any sound. He injected whatever the drug was into her bum and withdrew the needle, then wiped her with the mop again. He disposed of the syringe in a box, then turned to me. His eyes were devious and I could see astragal of fret on his forehead, , He said"She sleep now. He held first two the three fingers up,"She sleep two, maybe three hours. You go, eat food, take tea."He pointed to his lookout man, it showed just after dozen."Pointing at the identification number he said"wife sleep. You come here three. She wake and OK, you take to hotel. Not OK she go hospeetal.".He guided me out into the passage and opened the outside door in the front end room. The bell clanged as the top of the door hit it. Then clanged again as he closed it behind. I was outside the street..

I walked for about fifty yards and stopped. The billet was surreal. I stopped to direct inventory. We had swerved for a dog and fallen off the scooter. I was completely Ok and Sarah only had got a pocket-size grazing on her leg., which she probably would sustain just put an elastoplast on at base and shrugged it off. Now I was on my own in a busy street in a alien commonwealth and Sarah was laid, passed out on a sofa with a guy we knew nothing about.. I turned to go back to see what was going on. I got to the door and gently turned the handle. I didn't want to campaign it undefended, because I knew the Melville Bell would echo and warn of my approach. The threshold was locked.

I walked a few chiliad back down the street. There was a tiny alley between two buildings. It had plant life and bushes growing in it, so obviously wasn't in regular use. I looked both ways, then set off down it, The skittle alley led onto another one which was parallel to the street, I picked my way along and peered ito the grand behind the buildings. After moving a few more yards. I saw the shutter on the examination room. I was certain as it was the same green colouring material I had noticed from inside. I climbed the low wall of the thousand and picked my way through the plants, , sway and discarded rubbish, moving towards the windowpane. I could feel my kernel thumping as I moved as quietly as I could. I stood to the side of the window and slowly leaned to get a tone into the room through the gap in the shutters. My imagination was giving me anxiousness, half expecting the old doc to be looking out at me.

I need not receive worried, he was much too interested in what he was doing. He was at the bottom of the examination couch kneeling on a rug. Sarah was laid flat on her back, He had taken her drawers and scanty off and her leg were dangling each side of the examination couch. The Dr. face was buried between her second joint His head was bobbing and moving as he licked an probed her pixilated kitty-cat with his lingua, He had obviously not waited after getting me out of the place. He must make felt completely secure and safe, with the threshold locked and the bell to reach warning. It must have been like dream come unfeigned when I left, leaving him alone to enjoy a middling English woman I could guess him thinking she was asking for it, showing all her legs to the men like that and not even covering her fuzz like a good Muslim woman would.

I reached down and unzipped my tent flap as I watched the old pervert spend the side by side few transactions licking and sucking Sarah's snatch lips and clitoris, She was completely out and not responding in any way, which must have been a reliever to the doctor .After a while he stood up and leaned over Sarah. He slid a long finger's breadth inside her, then two, exploring her vagina deeply, He reached down an untied his sloppy trousers with his other hand. and let them drop, then tugged his underpants down to his knees.

. His cock was unbendable a but not set up and I guessed that must have been due his age. His cock was yearner than mine but dilutant and as he was Moslem, he was circumcised. He shuffled forwards holding the shaft of his prick and I knew then, it wasn't going to be a crafty touch and poke. He was going to have it off Sarah and have her properly, without protection. He realized the lounge was too low and turned a wooden handle to raise it, so that his groin was stratum with Sarah's slit. He then guided the brownness, swollen, engorged tip of his cock between Sarah's pussycat rim and nudged between them. His buttocks tensed as he pushed and I knew he was inside her.. He pushed another couple of times to penetrate her fully and his head arched back in pleasance as he began to slip in and out of her stiff pussy.

I was wanking as I peeped into the room. I suddenly realized I was holding my intimation. I kind of felt the old man would smell out my eyes staring and I was tensed up. I sucked air into my lungs and continued stroke my cock. Apart from the risk of not knowing what drug the doctor had injected into Sarah and the theory she might wake up up, there were other things to think about. The old man was fucking Sarah without using a condom. She might catch something, also I had gone for a vasectomy after our second base daughter was born, so Sarah wasn't using any contraception.

The doctor was obviously relishing every feeling and moment of this experience. He was raping a helpless womanhood, but this wasn't the eccentric of immediate, energetic, emphatic rape that might occur with a young man. He was taking his fourth dimension savouring the feel of his prick, stretching Sarah's vagina as he pushed forward. He was going so deep, I knew he would be feeling the spiritualist, mushroom like tip of his glans, sliding against the entrance of her womb. I was so aroused by these mentation, I almost ejaculated and had to decelerate my stroking. Obviously I knew what might come about if the doctor was still fertile and heap of men over LXX still are, look at Jagger for good example, but at that moment I didn't care. I was excited by the mind. I wanted to watch him cum in Sarah's pussy.. I was massively aroused by the thought of him ejaculating into Sarah's helpless, unconscious mind, physical structure, laid outdoors and gap wide for him on the exam couch and maybe giving her his baby.. I was so wrick on being able to watch out a total stranger, taking advantage of my wife like that and being able to be as suggest as a man can be with a woman. What excited me even more was the feeling of ability I could forestall it, but she couldn't. I knew in conscience, I should sleep with on the window or do something to stop it, but I didn't want to quit it. I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to finish raping Sarah. I wanted him to fertilize her and get her pregnant.

I didn't have long to wait. The old man leaned forward and was sucking Sarah's teat alternately and thrusting his cock into her at the Same time, getting quicker and quicker all the sentence. He straightened and was standing upright. I could see his wiry melt off buttocks tightening and relaxing each time he pushed his pelvis forward, driving his penis as deep as he possibly could. His head was arched back and I noticed how his large, pointed XTC's apple was sticking out from the loose, barbate cutis on his throat. He was moaning and kind of making a sigh noise at the Sami meter. Suddenly he was thrusting really fast, his strong, thin, fingers gripping Sarah's hips, so he could get his cock even deeper into her pussy. Then his buttocks were tensing and twitching rapidly. The old physician's sass was unfastened wide his eyes screwed tightly shut and I knew his warm, slippery. ejaculate was splashing into Sarah's tight vagina, all over her unprotected uterine cervix. He gave about eight or ten hard thrusts, paused as he fought to get his breathing place. Then he kind of throb and gave a few more jerking, flying thrusts to make sure every drop of his seed got into Sarah's fertile vagina.

The doc leaned over Sarah, still inside her, gasping for air. He obviously softened and as he stood up straight, his now flaccid penis, slid out of Sarah. He reached and lifted each of her eyelids. Satisfied she was still heavily sedated, he reached down and pulled his underpants and baggy trousers up zipping and fastening them… I thought he would clean Sarah and replace her step-in and shorts, but instead he picked his telephone up from the desk and tapped a couple of times. .He spoke very briefly then left the way. After a minute or two, I faintly heard the front door bell clash. Then the doctor walked back into the operating room room and the machinist guy followed him in. His eyes immediately fell upon Sarah, still laid exposed and spread on the examen sofa. He gave a low whistling and said something to the doctor, There was an exchange of words and the old man left the elbow room, closing the door behind him.

The mechanic immediately unfastened the clit which ran all the way down the forepart of his overalls .He shrugged them off his broad articulatio humeri and pulled them down to his knees. I was staring. He was like a gorilla. His dorsum was a mat of thick. Joseph Black, hair. He was wearing a pair of oil stained underpants and as he pulled those down, I saw that the Black, wiry, hairsbreadth continued all the way down, covering his butt and thighs too. He stood at the bottom of the couch and slid a with child, grubby, hand under each of Sarah's knees. He bent and lifted her legs before shuffling forwards. The guys cock was again, not hugely long, but thick girthed and circumcised as I expected. In seconds he had guided the big tip between Sarah's legs and he pushed it into her slit. As he did so I heard him make a grunting strait, then gave a kind of relieved, satisfied, suspire. He pushed again. Sarah was already lubricated with the old doc semen and the immature Turk, who was probably in his mid forties, penetrated her firmly and fully. I watched intently, wanting to see everything. I knew I should be feeling ire or ashamed of myself, but I didn't. Even later once it was all over, it was more the care that Sarah was pregnant that I worried about, Sir Thomas More than the shame of standing observation and getting off on it, in the most intense way possible.. In my mind a voice was saying."Oh yes. Go on my man. Screw the niggling hussy. fill her. Go on. Give her a baby."I had no mentation of the consequences or job that would certainly descend if that happened. I was locked in the moment, masturbating hard, enjoying the crazy, unexpected, spectacle of two men I had never even met thirty proceedings previously, have full moon and thorough, penetrative, sex with my unconscious, wife, with the full phase of the moon noesis that Sarah was fecund and had no contraceptive security of any kind

The Turk was in a truelove calendar method now, his pelvis moving back and forth, driving his corpse, fat, hairy, cock up Sarah's tight, wet, pussy and making that almost creature, grunting, noise again. I knew he was massively charge and that he wouldn't last longsighted and I didn't't want him to. I knew Sarah was completely out, but I was still worried she might suddenly amount troll and somehow stop him and I didn't want that.. I wanted him to finish and cum inside her, A few moment later he did just that. The Turks hairy cheek clenched together as the first sinewy jet of his sperm spurted into Sarah's pussy. Then he was thrusting firmly and quickly, squirting the quietus of his seed, deep into Sarah's womb as her passive torso jerked and quivered on the couch with the violence of his tidal bore thrusts. After finishing he took a couple of paces backwards and his cock slid out of Sarah's pussy, giving me the most incredible and arousing view. I could see Sarah's snatch back talk splayed apart and the men's come running out of her kitty.

The haired Turk squatted and took hold of his over alls, then pulled them up and and twisted to put his arms back into the sleeves. The old Doctor must have been listening at the door, because he immediately came back into the room and closed the door behind him. The two men chatted in their own oral communication. The tone of voice of their speech communication, grins and the harsh, almost prideful laughter they shared, made it easy for me to infer, how golden and rosy they were feeling to get an opportunity like this, to fuck an attractive cleaning woman. The doctor looked at his lookout man and I knew the men were talking about how practically time they had left before my await return. They must have thought that even if I did take back early, there would be no way I could enter the building and enchant them, which gave them fate of time to retain enjoying themselves and was going to enjoy the next hour or two very much as well .