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You help fuck a friend’s wife and cum all in her cunt and you end up buying their motel. As Ned Kelly said “Such is Life”.

Hello I am Marcus Root. I own a small Motel in the Riverina and I spend a fair amount of my time in the bedroom. Well bedrooms to be precise. I have just bought a 20 room motel that I will be running with my wife Sharon. We have bought it from two friends of ours Bill and Sheryl. It is called Roots Motel because years ago it was owned by the Root family, not because of the shagging that went on.

We had dinner with Bill and Sheryl one night in the restaurant section of the motel. They were trying out a new apprentice chef (and not just his food mind you) and we were all pretty sloshed as the evening progressed. The wine flowed freely and all the other customers had long left when Sheryl put some music on and started a slow dance to good old Barry White. Sheryl is in her early 40’s but is sheer spunk. She is a bit of a gym junkie and not having had any children she was still in tiptop shape. She has short brunette hair and is only about 5′ 5″. She also has a small tattoo of the Essendon Bombers Football club on her lower left abdomen. I know this because Sheryl and I used to be an item a few years back. We’d had a wild time back in the early 80’s fucking our way through Uni. She used to pick up blokes in pubs and take them too a motel where she would fuck them ragged and then nick money from them. On a number of occasions we had threesomes with other friends and that’s how I met Sharon.

Anyway, back to the present. Sheryl was dancing away by herself with
Sharon watching intently as Bill and I exchanged a few quick knowing glances. I rested my left hand on Sharon’s knee and rubbed her inner thigh gently moving upwards. Bill also did the same and Sharon immediately lifted each leg over ours gently spreading her legs part.
I was about to slip a hand up onto her pussy when we heard the crashing of trays and silverware in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is that?” Bill exclaimed, “Do you want to go see what that is mate?”

“Yeah hang on” Sheryl replied and quickly dashed into the kitchen.