Chapter 4: The phone call My hands were shaking so much I could hardly pick up my mobile phone, let alone find Johns number and dial it. How exactly d... you ask someone you hardly know, or at least only met a few days ago, that you want (and I really did WANT) him to come round and have sex with your loving wife of nearly forty years. OK, she had been married once before me but that still only meant she had enjoyed sex with only two people. Before I could even dial his number, Margaret called. There would now be no furtherneed for he, Whitehouse, to inject Martina's testicles, sorry ovaries,and she would no longer need to ingest hormones. However, Whitehouseannounced with a slight cough he would still need to check Martina overevery night - just to be sure (again, Martina had to stifle a giggle atthe sheer nervous cheek of the man).Over the next week, Martina acted as housemaid, nursemaid and generalskivvy of the house under Linda's direction during the day, wearing hermaid's. "What's next?" I asked, my cock rigid with lust."Some of us have yet to experience all of her holes," they said, all grinning the same grin simultaneously. Fuck if that didn't make me even harder!Cock after cock impaled her pussy and her ass as she bucked, moaned, and writhed. I lost track of how many times she climaxed. I just enjoyed the look of total bliss on her face, as she was fucked like a ragdoll.With their dicks momentarily spent, I decided she needed another break. I helped Maggie. I wanted to be suckerpunch whacked across the head with a moist bag full of the stuff sending plumes of sweat musk up my nostrils and egging my nascent ecstasy on. I could all but cross my fingers cross my toes right now and hope for if the ads were correct, this was the place.In the paper the pale faced clown was innocent enough his painted smile and red bulb nose of delightful abandon and if I wasn't more aware that I was flipping through a porn rag I would have dismissed it for just another.