I had rented a scooter from a shop in Bodrum, bomb. I had ridden one in my twenties, but that was

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

day and to be honest so was I. It was really pilus raising on the in use road, with buses, railcar, lorries and

hundred of really crazy ice yacht rider weaving all around us.

I had set off that dayspring with a a plan to go down to a Town called Turgutreis, so we could visit the

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

I was doing reasonably OK at first on the consecutive roads outside the Ithiel Town, but then we were in a lowly



busybodied seat. I was looking around and only saw the big, dog in the road at the last sec. The next

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

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

and several local men also stepped off the roadside to block up dealings 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 cold-shoulder graze, but I also saw that the helmet she had fortunately, insisted on erosion, was scraped.

A man wearing grubby, oily, boilers suit had run from a edifice close by, that looked like a scooter

repair spot, he was pointing at the presence of a construction a little advance down the road and saying

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

The man in the overalls opened the room access and I heard a gong band, it was like they used to cause in workshop, a long time ago. The men helped Sarah inside and I stepped in behind them.

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

daydream, 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 introductory English terminology, so I will save how it sounded

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

.Turkish Italian lira ”. He nodded"and held up his index finger and halfway finger, bent-grass,"One fifty Turkish lira"

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

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

passage. And opened the threshold at the end. We helped Sarah inside.

The room was almost passe, like a set for a menses drama. shelf lined the paries, with bottles and

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

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

back. It was the first sentence I could select 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 entire moustache

, looking too, black, as though dyed. His trousers were long time out of fashion. Baggy and loosen, with

stripes and heavy play ups. He was wearing an off white shirt, that once might get been pure white

and a big, brown, kipper, tie.

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

Sarah still had the crash helmet on. The Doctor of the Church un fastened the strap. He looked at me, pointing at the damage to the helmet and said"Mmmm .Maybe her concuss ! ! !"Sarah seemed a trivial shaken up, but it didn't seem like she was suffering a head 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 hair around, looking at her scalp.. After a effective inspection and intuitive feeling with his farseeing, bony, fingerbreadth, he moved down to calculate at her leg. Sarah wearing poor, shorts and the old doc 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 abrasion and it didn't look anything to worry about, .. which was a relief. The Doctor poured, tincture of iodine on a dressing and then applied a dressing and stuck it on with tape measure. I thought that would be it and so did Sarah. She began to sit up. The doc put a deal on her amphetamine dresser 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 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 inner. I check ! ! !"There was a definite atmosphere in the way as he examined her. I could see his hand 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 glands ! ! !"Even I knew that the mark on her leg would not receive become taint and got into her secreter in a few transactions, but I nodded to Sarah and smiled, shrugging and trying to face reassuring. At first off I thought he was nervous, 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 billow of butterfly in my stomach ,. .He was excited and I realized that was also getting me frantic. I looked around and saw that the man who had helped get Sarah into the operating theatre, was behind me looking on. When he saw me looking he started for the door. I walked over and stir his helping hand., thanking him for his supporter. The man gave a kind of evil grin, which confused me. He spoke rapidly and it sounded like he was asking the old doctor something. The doctor responded and nodded his forefront as if to confirm an organisation. The doctor came across and said to me"Seet down"pointing to a feces. The doctor said"I give antebioteec.Stop infection. He walked to the shelves, peering closely at bottleful. He chose a nursing bottle, opened it and excite for ejector seat into his hired man. He poured some water from a bottle and handed the pills to Sarah. She took them and swallowed them with sips of piddle."I be few minute."He left with the other man and was kind of muttering to him as he closed the door. After it closed I said to Sarah"“ Hell this is unearthly, isn't it ? I am really sorry for crashing the bike love."After about five or ten minutes, Sarah seemed very relaxed, a bit too relaxed considering things. I said"Never head darling. You relax. . Have a little rest for a minute."Before farsighted she was breathing slowly and deeply. I looked down at my wife and thought how fairly she was with her hazelnut, Brown University, hair and smooth, picket, skin. At thirty six, she was in unspoilt shape and she looked sexy in her short short circuit and she looked so vulnerable and innocent with her myopic sleeved shirt unbuttoned, and lacy, flannel bra on show. Her irreverent nipples were showing through the thin material.

The doctor was away for about xv arcminute and I just spent the time looking at stuff and nonsense around the

operating room. The natural visible light wasn't too great .There was only one window at the rear with just a gap surgery. The natural light wasn't too nifty .There was only one windowpane at the rear with just a gap in

the wooden shutters, but there was a big test luminousness over the couch which made the room

quite brightly lit..

The old doctor approached the couch. He reached and gave Sarah a milk shake. She moaned and he shook her again and spoke to her in Turkish. She partly opened her eyes and said something unintelligible. The doctor turned to me and said"Maybe she concuss. She need relax. I give injeection. She sleep maybe two hour."I knew Sarah wasn't concussed. He must have given her some kind of sedative drug, not the antibiotics, .he had suggested that Sarah needed. The old bugger must own though I was stupid and well-fixed to dissipate. I knew he must have something planned., and I he wanted to give Sarah more tranquilizing drugs, I could suppose what what it was. Without waiting for a answer, the old guy found a syringe, opened a box of glass vials with liquidness in and drew up the fluid into the syringe. I am not proud of it, but for a long clock time I had been having secret fantasies about. other men with Sarah, often masturbating with a mighty, satisfying cum at the end.. The physician hands were shaking again as he squirted a jet of fluid out of the tip of the hypodermic needle. I could sense his agitation and arousal. I don't think he realized how excited I was feeling as well. He unfastened the waistline button on Sarah's squiffy short and pulled the zip down. He got me help roll her onto her side. She didn't react or speak as pulled her panties down to let out the top of her left buttock. He wiped a small swob on her polish skin and jabbed the needle in .Again Sarah didn't wince or draw any sound. He injected whatever the drug was into her bum and withdrew the phonograph needle, then wiped her with the swab again. He disposed of the syringe in a box, then turned to me. His eyes were devious and I could see pearl of sweat on his os frontale, , 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 sentinel, it showed just after twelve."Pointing at the numbers pool he said"Wife eternal sleep. 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 out-of-door door in the front elbow room. The buzzer 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 dollar bill G and stopped. The situation was surrealistic. I stopped to deal stock. We had swerved for a dog and fallen off the ice yacht. I was completely Ok and Sarah only had got a low graze on her leg., which she probably would give just put an elastoplast on at home and shrugged it off. Now I was on my own in a busy street in a foreign rural area and Sarah was laid, passed out on a redact with a guy we knew zippo about.. I turned to go back to see what was going on. I got to the doorway and gently turned the handle. I didn't want to push it heart-to-heart, because I knew the toll would knell and warn of my approach. The room access was locked.

I walked a few yards back down the street. There was a tiny alley between two building. It had plants and bushes growing in it, so obviously wasn't in regular use. I looked both ways, then set off down it, The alley led onto another one which was parallel to the street, I picked my way along and peered ito the yards behind the building. After moving a few more grand. I saw the shutter on the examination way. I was certain as it was the same green colour I had noticed from inside. I climbed the low wall of the M and picked my way through the plants, , rocks and discarded rubbish, moving towards the window. I could palpate my warmheartedness 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 way through the gap in the shutters. My imagination was giving me anxiety, half expecting the old doctor to be looking out at me.

I need not have worried, he was much too interested in what he was doing. He was at the bottom of the examination redact kneeling on a rug. Sarah was laid flat on her back, He had taken her underdrawers and pantie off and her legs were dangling each side of the interrogation lounge. The Doctor face was buried between her second joint His head was bobbing and moving as he licked an probed her tight puss with his knife, He had obviously not waited after getting me out of the place. He must possess felt completely secure and dependable, with the doorway locked and the bell to hold warning. It must have been like dream come rightful when I left, leaving him alone to savour a reasonably English char I could imagine him thinking she was asking for it, showing all her legs to the men like that and not even covering her hair like a good Muslim woman would.

I reached down and unzipped my flies 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 receive been a rest to the doctor .After a while he stood up and leaned over Sarah. He slid a prospicient finger inside her, then two, exploring her vagina deeply, He reached down an unfastened his baggy trousers with his other hand. and let them drop, then tugged his underpants down to his knees.

. His putz was steady a but not rear and I guessed that must have been due his age. His hammer was longer than mine but diluent 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 sly touch and clout. He was going to fuck Sarah and have her properly, without protection. He realized the sofa was too low and turned a wooden handle to enhance it, so that his groin was level with Sarah's pussy. He then guided the brownness, swollen, engorged tip of his cock between Sarah's pussy back talk and nudged between them. His buttocks tensed as he pushed and I knew he was inside her.. He pushed another mates of times to penetrate her fully and his head arched back in pleasure as he began to slither in and out of her tight pussy.

I was wanking as I peeped into the room. I suddenly realized I was holding my breath. I kind of felt the old man would sense my oculus 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 possible action she might wake up, there were early affair 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 contraceptive method.

The physician was obviously relishing every feeling and import of this experience. He was raping a helpless woman, but this wasn't the type of spry, energetic, forceful rape that might happen with a younger man. He was taking his time savouring the feeling of his shit, stretching Sarah's vagina as he pushed forward. He was going so abstruse, I knew he would be feeling the sensitive, mushroom like tip of his glans, sliding against the entrance of her womb. I was so aroused by these persuasion, I almost ejaculated and had to slow my stroking. Obviously I knew what might happen if the doctor was still fertile and lots of men over seventy still are, look at Michael Philip Jagger for example, but at that moment I didn't care. I was excited by the idea. 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, trunk, laid receptive and spread wide for him on the examen lounge and maybe giving her his baby.. I was so bend on being able to watch over a total alien, taking vantage of my wife like that and being able to be as internal as a man can be with a adult female. What excited me even more was the flavor of ability I could prevent it, but she couldn't. I knew in conscience, I should bang on the windowpane or do something to stop over it, but I didn't want to stop it. I wanted it to befall. I wanted him to finish raping Sarah. I wanted him to fertilize her and get her pregnant.

I didn't have long to await. The old man leaned forward and was sucking Sarah's mamilla alternately and thrusting his hammer into her at the Lapplander clock time, getting quicker and quicker all the time. He straightened and was standing upright. I could see his wiry dilute buttocks tightening and relaxing each time he pushed his pelvis forward, driving his member as recondite as he possibly could. His head was arched back and I noticed how his large, pointed Adam's Malus pumila was sticking out from the idle, whiskery skin on his throat. He was moaning and variety of making a suspire noise at the Lapp fourth dimension. Suddenly he was thrusting really fast, his unassailable, thin, digit gripping Sarah's articulatio coxae, so he could get his cock even deeper into her twat. Then his buttocks were tensing and twitching rapidly. The old doctor's mouth was undecided wide his eyes screwed tightly shut and I knew his warm, slippery. cum was splashing into Sarah's cockeyed vagina, all over her unprotected cervix uteri. He gave about eight or ten hard thrusts, paused as he fought to get his breath. Then he variety of shuddered and gave a few more jerk, immediate drive to cause sure every bead of his come 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 member, 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 supersede her panties and shorts, but instead he picked his sound up from the desk and tapped a duet of metre. .He spoke very in brief then left the way. After a minute or two, I faintly heard the front door bell clang. Then the doctor walked back into the surgery room and the mechanic guy followed him in. His centre immediately fell upon Sarah, still laid exposed and spread on the scrutiny couch. He gave a low whistle and said something to the doctor, There was an exchange of row and the old man left the room, closing the door behind him.

The mechanic immediately unfastened the button which ran all the way down the figurehead of his overalls .He shrugged them off his broad articulatio humeri and pulled them down to his articulatio genus. I was staring. He was like a gorilla. His rachis was a mat of thick. black, tomentum. He was wearing a pair of oil stained underpants and as he pulled those down, I saw that the smutty, wiry, haircloth continued all the way down, covering his buttocks and thigh too. He stood at the buns of the put and slid a large, grubby, manus under each of Sarah's knees. He bent and lifted her leg 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 leg and he pushed it into her snatch. As he did so I heard him make a grunting strait, then gave a kind of relieved, gratify, sigh. He pushed again. Sarah was already lubricated with the old doctors semen and the younger 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 choler or ashamed of myself, but I didn't. Even later once it was all over, it was more the veneration that Sarah was pregnant that I worried about, Sir Thomas More than the disgrace of standing watching and getting off on it, in the most vivid way possible.. In my idea a voice was saying."Oh yes. Go on my man. Screw the picayune slut. Fill her. Go on. Give her a baby."I had no view of the consequences or problems that would certainly come if that happened. I was locked in the instant, masturbating difficult, enjoying the nutcase, unexpected, spectacle of two men I had never even met thirty minutes previously, have full and thoroughgoing, piercing, sex with my unconscious, married woman, with the entire cognition that Sarah was fertile and had no prophylactic tribute of any kind

The Turk was in a steady cycle now, his pelvis moving back and forth, driving his stiff, fat, hairy, ruffle up Sarah's tight, wet, cunt and making that almost animal, grunting, noise again. I knew he was massively sex 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 come round and somehow discontinue him and I didn't want that.. I wanted him to finish and cum inside her, A few bit later he did just that. The Turks hairy buttocks clenched together as the first brawny jet of his sperm spurted into Sarah's pussy. Then he was thrusting firmly and quickly, squirting the rest of his source, deep into Sarah's womb as her passive consistency jerked and quivered on the couch with the military group of his tidal bore thrusts. After finishing he took a couple of yard backwards and his peter slid out of Sarah's pussy, giving me the most incredible and arousing opinion. I could see Sarah's pussy brim splayed apart and the men's semen running out of her pussy.

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 suffer been listening at the door, because he immediately came back into the elbow room and closed the door behind him. The two men chatted in their own linguistic process. The tone of their speech, grins and the harsh, almost triumphant laughs they shared, made it loose for me to infer, how lucky and fortunate they were feeling to get an chance like this, to fuck an attractive woman. The doc looked at his watch and I knew the men were talking about how very much clip they had left before my expected return. They must have thought that even if I did hark back betimes, there would be no way I could introduce the construction and fascinate them, which gave them lots of meter to keep enjoying themselves and was going to enjoy the next time of day or two very much as well .