I had rented a iceboat from a shop class in Bodrum, Turkey. I had ridden one in my twenties, but that was

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

day and to be honest so was I. It was really hair raising on the fussy road, with buses, cars, lorry and

hundreds of really crazy scooter rider weaving all around us.

I had set off that first light with a a plan to go down to a township called Turgutreis, so we could confabulate the

big market there, but I starting to regret it. It was completely demented on the roads and dangerous for someone as out of recitation as me.

I was doing reasonably OK at first on the straight road outside the township, but then we were in a pocket-size



busy spot. I was looking around and only saw the big, dog in the road at the last arcsecond. The next

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

shock, saw that Sarah was laid in the road. She was holding her leg just below her articulatio genus. I ran to her

and various local men also stepped off the roadside to quit 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 rebuff graze, but I also saw that the helmet she had fortunately, insisted on wearing, was scraped.

A man wearing grubby, oily, overalls had run from a construction conclusion by, that looked like a scooter

fixture spot, he was pointing at the movement of a building a trivial promote down the road and saying

"doctor ”. He and another man helped to lift and run Sarah to the door of the building and I followed

The man in the overall opened the door and I heard a bell annulus, it was like they used to have in shops, a tenacious time ago. The men helped Sarah inside and I stepped in behind them.

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

revery, but then stood up quickly. The guy in the overall spoke quickly in Turkish and the old

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

me. He said"I exameen"pointing at Sarah."thirty Euro ”. I shook my top dog and said"No Euro.

.Turkish lira ”. He nodded"and held up his forefinger fingerbreadth and middle finger, bent,"One fifty dollar bill lira"

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

in the overalls got on her left wing. 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 ex, like a set for a point dramatic event. Shelves lined the walls, with bottles and

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

sofa. The place stank of disinfectant, kind of stiff, carbolic, almost overpowering.. The old doctor took over from me and he and the former unknown, helped Sarah get onto the lounge and laid her on her

back. It was the kickoff time I could take a tone at the old man properly. He looked as old as his surgery

He was a reduce man with White, grey, hair slicked slicked down with oil. He had a full moon moustache

, looking too, black, as though dyed. His trouser were years out of fashion. Baggy and loose, with

stripes and large turn ups. He was wearing an off white shirt, that once might have been vestal tweed

and a big, chocolate-brown, kipper, tie.

I quickly got the printing that this was definitely a mans world. The doctor spoke with me, not Sarah

Sarah still had the wreck helmet on. The medico un fastened the strap. He looked at me, pointing at the impairment to the helmet and said"Mmmm .Maybe her concuss ! ! !"Sarah seemed a lilliputian shaken up, but it didn't seem like she was suffering a head harm to me. I just wanted the doctor to take care at her leg, maybe put a fecundation on and let us get on our way. The old man took the helmet off and handed it to me. He moved Sarah's hair around, looking at her scalp.. After a right inspection and feeling with his long, bony, digit, he moved down to look at her legs. Sarah wearing short, shorts and the old medico was almost staring at her slim, tanned legs. He examined the graze, then got a swob. He poured something from a bottle and wiped the surface area. Sarah winced as it stung her. I looked at the excoriation and it didn't look anything to worry about, .. which was a relief. The Doctor poured, iodine on a medical dressing 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 motion with his hands to get her to unfasten her top. Sarah has always been the type to do what the doc 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 atm in the elbow room as he examined her. I could see his manus was shaking. Then he quickly slid his hand down the nominal head of Sarah's short pants. Sarah stiffened and started to sit up. Instead of talking to Sarah, He turned towards me and said"I exameen lymph glands ! ! !"Even I knew that the scrape on her leg would not make become infected and got into her secretory organ in a few bit, but I nodded to Sarah and smiled, shrugging and trying to bet reassuring. At first I thought he was unquiet, but suddenly just the way he was acting and how lots time he was spending, I suddenly realized touching Sarah was arousing the randy, old, pervert. I got a surge of butterflies in my tummy ,. .He was excited and I realized that was also getting me rouse. I looked around and saw that the man who had helped get Sarah into the surgery, was behind me looking on. When he saw me looking he started for the door. I walked over and shook his helping hand., thanking him for his help. The man gave a kind of evil grinning, which confused me. He spoke rapidly and it sounded like he was asking the old Doctor of the Church something. The Dr. responded and nodded his head as if to support an arrangement. The doctor came across and said to me"Seet down"pointing to a stool. The doctor said"I give antebioteec.Stop infection. He walked to the ledge, peering closely at bottleful. He chose a feeding bottle, opened it and shook for capsules into his hand. He poured some urine from a feeding 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 early man and was sort of muttering to him as he closed the threshold. After it closed I said to Sarah"“ Hell this is uncanny, isn't it ? I am really good-for-naught for crashing the bike love."After about five or ten instant, Sarah seemed very unstrain, a bit too make relaxed considering affair. I said"Never mind darling. You relax. . Have a slight rest for a minute."Before long she was breathing slowly and deeply. I looked down at my wife and thought how moderately she was with her hazelnut tree, brown, hairsbreadth and smooth, pale, skin. At thirty six, she was in beneficial shape and she looked sexy in her short shortstop and she looked so vulnerable and free with her short-circuit sleeved shirt unbuttoned, and lacy, lily-white bra on appearance. Her saucy nipple were showing through the thin material.

The Doctor of the Church was away for about fifteen arcminute and I just spent the time looking at poppycock around the

surgery. The natural light wasn't too cracking .There was only one window at the posterior with just a gap surgery. The natural light wasn't too great .There was only one windowpane at the tooshie with just a gap in

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

quite brightly lit..

The old doctor approached the couch. He reached and gave Sarah a shake. She moaned and he shook her again and spoke to her in Turkish. She partly opened her eyes and said something opaque. The doctor turned to me and said"Maybe she concuss. She need unbend. I give injeection. She log Z's maybe two hour."I knew Sarah wasn't concussed. He must suffer given her some kind of ataractic drug, not the antibiotic drug, .he had suggested that Sarah needed. The old bugger must suffer though I was stupid and easygoing to fool. I knew he must let something planned., and I he wanted to afford Sarah more sedative drugs, I could gauge what what it was. Without waiting for a reply, the old guy found a syringe, opened a box of looking glass vials with liquidness in and drew up the fluid into the syringe. I am not proud of it, but for a foresighted fourth dimension I had been having mystic fancy about. other men with Sarah, often masturbating with a mightily, satisfying cum at the end.. The doctors custody were shaking again as he squirted a jet of fluid out of the tip of the subcutaneous needle. I could sense his exhilaration and arousal. I don't think he realized how arouse I was feeling as well. He unfastened the waist release on Sarah's compressed shorts and pulled the zip down. He got me assist stray her onto her side. She didn't react or speak as pulled her scanty down to debunk the top of her left buttock. He wiped a belittled swob on her smooth skin and jabbed the needle in .Again Sarah didn't wince or make any auditory sensation. He injected whatever the drug was into her bum and withdrew the needle, then wiped her with the swob again. He disposed of the syringe in a box, then turned to me. His eyes were shifty and I could see beadwork of sweat 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 watch, it showed just after twelve."Pointing at the numbers he said"married woman nap. You come here three. She wake and OK, you take to hotel. Not OK she go hospeetal.".He guided me out into the passageway and opened the exterior door in the movement way. The chime clanged as the top of the room access hit it. Then clanged again as he closed it behind. I was outside the street..

I walked for about fifty yards and stopped. The situation was surreal. I stopped to take stock. We had swerved for a dog and fallen off the water scooter. I was completely Ok and Sarah only had got a small graze on her leg., which she probably would have just put an elastoplast on at abode and shrugged it off. Now I was on my own in a meddling street in a foreign country and Sarah was laid, passed out on a couch with a guy we knew cypher 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 push it open, because I knew the Alexander Graham Bell would surround and warn of my approach. The door was locked.

I walked a few yards back down the street. There was a bantam alley between two buildings. It had plants and bush growing in it, so obviously wasn't in fixture 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 curtilage behind the construction. After moving a few more yards. I saw the shutter on the examen elbow room. I was certain as it was the same K coloring material I had noticed from inside. I climbed the low rampart of the railway yard and picked my way through the flora, , rocks and discarded wish-wash, moving towards the window. I could finger my heart thumping as I moved as quietly as I could. I stood to the side of the window and slowly leaned to get a look into the room through the gap in the shutters. My resourcefulness was giving me anxiety, half expecting the old doc to be looking out at me.

I need not consume worried, he was much too interested in what he was doing. He was at the bottom of the scrutiny redact kneeling on a rug. Sarah was laid flat on her back, He had taken her shorts and step-in off and her legs were dangling each side of the examination couch. The Dr. face was buried between her thighs His head was bobbing and moving as he licked an probed her tight twat with his tongue, He had obviously not waited after getting me out of the home. He must have felt completely strong and safe, with the door locked and the gong to pass on monition. It must have been like ambition come true when I left, leaving him alone to enjoy a pretty English woman I could imagine him thinking she was asking for it, showing all her leg to the men like that and not even covering her hair like a good Muslim woman would.

I reached down and unzipped my rainfly as I watched the old pervert spend the next few minutes licking and sucking Sarah's pussy lips and clitoris, She was completely out and not responding in any way, which must have been a embossment to the MD .After a while he stood up and leaned over Sarah. He slid a prospicient digit inside her, then two, exploring her vagina deeply, He reached down an unbuttoned his baggy trousers with his other hired hand. and let them leave out, then tugged his underpants down to his knees.

. His putz was stiff a but not erect and I guessed that must induce been due his age. His cock was farseeing than mine but thinner and as he was Muslim, he was circumcised. He shuffled forwards holding the beam of light of his slit and I knew then, it wasn't going to be a crafty touch and lick. He was going to fuck Sarah and have her decently, without protection. He realized the sofa was too low and turned a wooden handle to raise it, so that his inguen was level with Sarah's pussy. He then guided the brown, swollen, engorged tip of his tool between Sarah's slit sass and nudged between them. His buttocks tensed as he pushed and I knew he was inside her.. He pushed another couple of meter to infiltrate her fully and his head arched back in pleasure as he began to slew in and out of her fuddled pussy.

I was wanking as I peeped into the room. I suddenly realized I was holding my hint. I kind of felt the old man would sense 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 possibility she might come alive 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 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 lost cleaning lady, but this wasn't the case of quick, industrious, forceful rape that might go on with a younger man. He was taking his time savouring the feeling of his prick, stretching Sarah's vagina as he pushed forward. He was going so deep, I knew he would be feeling the tender, mushroom cloud like tip of his glans, sliding against the entrance of her uterus. I was so aroused by these thoughts, I almost ejaculated and had to retard my stroke. Obviously I knew what might go on if the MD was still prolific and luck of men over seventy still are, look at Michael Philip Jagger for example, but at that here and now I didn't care. I was excited by the thought. I wanted to learn him cum in Sarah's pussy.. I was massively aroused by the thought process of him ejaculating into Sarah's helpless, unconscious, body, laid open and spread blanket for him on the testing sofa and maybe giving her his baby.. I was so sprain on being capable to watch a amount unknown, taking vantage of my wife like that and being able to be as intimate as a man can be with a woman. What excited me even more was the feeling of power I could prevent it, but she couldn't. I knew in sense of right and wrong, I should bang on the window or do something to stop it, but I didn't want to stop it. I wanted it to fall out. I wanted him to terminate raping Sarah. I wanted him to fertilize her and get her pregnant.

I didn't have long to expect. The old man leaned forward and was sucking Sarah's nipples alternately and thrusting his turncock into her at the Same metre, getting quicker and quicker all the time. He straightened and was standing upright. I could see his wiry thin prat tightening and relaxing each clip he pushed his renal pelvis forward, driving his penis as deeply as he possibly could. His head was arched back and I noticed how his large, pointed Adam's apple was sticking out from the loose, whiskery skin on his throat. He was moaning and kind of making a sighing noise at the Same time. Suddenly he was thrusting really fast, his secure, thin, digit gripping Sarah's pelvis, so he could get his cock even deeper into her kitty. Then his nates were tensing and twitching rapidly. The old Dr.'s sassing was open wide his eyes screwed tightly shut and I knew his warm, slippery. semen was splashing into Sarah's soaked vagina, all over her unprotected cervix. He gave about eight or ten operose thrusts, paused as he fought to get his breathing space. Then he kind of shudder and gave a few Sir Thomas More jerk, 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 cleanse Sarah and replace her step-in and short circuit, but instead he picked his telephone up from the desk and tapped a couple of time. .He spoke very in short then left the room. After a mo or two, I faintly heard the breast door bell clang. Then the doctor walked back into the surgery room and the car-mechanic guy followed him in. His center immediately fell upon Sarah, still laid exposed and spread on the examination couch. He gave a low tin whistle and said something to the Dr., There was an exchange of Holy Writ and the old man left the room, closing the threshold behind him.

The mechanic immediately unfastened the buttons which ran all the way down the front of his overalls .He shrugged them off his broad shoulders and pulled them down to his knees. I was staring. He was like a Gorilla gorilla. His back was a mat of thick. Negroid, pilus. He was wearing a pair of oil stained underpants and as he pulled those down, I saw that the black, wiry, hair continued all the way down, covering his buttocks and thighs too. He stood at the bottom of the cast and slid a turgid, Myxocephalus aenaeus, manus under each of Sarah's knee joint. He bent and lifted her peg before shuffling forwards. The guys cock was again, not hugely yearn, but thick girthed and circumcised as I expected. In arcsecond he had guided the big tip between Sarah's legs and he pushed it into her twat. As he did so I heard him make a grunting audio, then gave a kind of relieved, satisfied, sigh. He pushed again. Sarah was already lubricated with the old doc cum and the younger Turk, who was probably in his mid 1940s, penetrated her firmly and fully. I watched intently, wanting to see everything. I knew I should be feeling anger or ashamed of myself, but I didn't. Even later once it was all over, it was more the fear that Sarah was pregnant that I worried about, more than the shame of standing watching and getting off on it, in the most intense way possible.. In my mind a vox was saying."Oh yes. Go on my man. Screw the little jade. Fill her. Go on. grant her a baby."I had no thoughts of the consequences or problems that would certainly come if that happened. I was locked in the minute, masturbating hard, enjoying the weirdo, unexpected, spectacle of two men I had never even met thirty arcminute previously, have full and thorough, keen, sex with my unconscious, married woman, with the full knowledge that Sarah was fertile and had no contraceptive protection of any sort

The Turk was in a becalm calendar method of birth control now, his pelvis moving back and forth, driving his cadaver, fat, hairy, cock up Sarah's tight, wet, cunt and fashioning that almost animal, grunting, noise again. I knew he was massively excited and that he wouldn't last long and I didn't't want him to. I knew Sarah was completely out, but I was still worried she might suddenly make out turn and somehow end him and I didn't want that.. I wanted him to finish and cum inside her, A few instant later he did just that. The Turks hairy buttocks clenched together as the first off powerful jet of his sperm spurted into Sarah's kitty. Then he was thrusting firmly and quickly, squirting the rest of his seed, deep into Sarah's womb as her passive consistency jerked and quivered on the sofa with the power of his eager thrusts. After finishing he took a twosome of pace backwards and his hammer slid out of Sarah's pussy, giving me the most incredible and arousing view. I could see Sarah's slit brim splayed apart and the men's semen running out of her cunt.

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 Dr. must receive 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 spoken communication. The tone of their address, grinning and the harsh, almost triumphal gag they shared, made it slow for me to translate, how golden and golden they were feeling to get an opportunity like this, to fuck an attractive cleaning lady. The doctor looked at his watch and I knew the men were talking about how much time they had left before my expected return. They must have thought that even if I did return early, there would be no way I could enter the building and catch them, which gave them tons of metre to continue enjoying themselves and was going to enjoy the next hour or two very much as well .