Darran sat at his desk, his eyes briefly drifting from the spreadsheet on his screen to Mei's figure as she darted around the house. The leopard skin-tight jogging pants she wore clung to her curves, accentuating the contours of her body with every frantic movement. She was a blur of color, a stark contrast to the muted tones of his work-from-home environment. He couldn't help but admire the way her ass moved in those pants, the fabric stretching taut as she bent to grab her phone from the charger.

"Hey, where are you off to?" he called out, trying to keep his voice casual. Mei paused mid-stride, spinning around to face him. She held her keys in one hand and her phone in the other, the screen flashing with notifications. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

"I told you, I've got to take the car in," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It's making that weird noise again. I've got an appointment at the workshop."

Darran felt a peculiar mix of excitement and apprehension stir in his gut. It had been about a month since Mei had shared that explosive tale with him. She'd described the head mechanic, a burly man, in explicit detail – his rough hands, his gruff commands, the way he'd bent her over the hood of her car and claimed her. It was a story that had fueled Darran's fantasies for weeks, but he'd never been quite certain if it was true.

"Why don't I just follow you there?" he suggested, trying to keep the eagerness from his voice. "That way, I can drive you home after?"

Mei paused with her hand on the door handle. She looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "No," she said firmly. "I got some things to take care of."

Darran felt a twinge of disappointment but nodded. "Okay, if you're sure."

Mei gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping out the door. As it closed behind her, Darran stared at the spot where she'd been, his mind racing with images of her at the workshop. He forced himself to return to his work, telling himself that he had deadlines to meet. But the story of her encounter kept niggling at the back of his mind, a persistent itch he couldn't quite ignore.

Around half an hour later, his phone buzzed, alerting him to a new email. He glanced at it, expecting another mundane work notification. But when he saw that it was from the workshop's email address, his heart skipped a beat. He swiped open the email, his thumb hovering over the unassuming link titled "Your Service Appointment." The message was brief: "Click here to view your service in progress."

He couldn't believe it. Was this real? The workshop had never emailed him before, especially not when it was Mei's car in, and certainly not with a link to a live CCTV feed. Curiosity piqued, Darran opened Outlook on his laptop, found the email and tapped the link. His eyes widened as a new window popped open. There were three different views, obviously from three cameras. Two were in the workshop, and Darran could recognize Mei's car in both feeds. The difference was how close the feed was to the car. The first showed the full workshop; Darran could see the complete car on the left of the picture. The second was much closer, focused on the front of the car. The third image was different, it looked like an office.

Darran found that he could even click on any of the three streams and that one would become the prime feed, filling most of the screen, with the other two still visible, but smaller.

He clicked on the closest feed of the car, the one that showed the most detail. The camera was positioned right over the hood, and he could see Mei's car from the engine bay to the dashboard. His heart raced as he saw Mei herself, standing just outside the frame, talking to the head mechanic, the same man from her story, or so he thought.

Darran leaned in closer to the screen, his pulse quickening. The mechanic's gestures were animated, and Mei looked slightly flustered. He wished he could hear their conversation, but the video was silent. He watched as the mechanic nodded and disappeared behind the car, his broad shoulders moving out of view. Mei took a step closer to the camera, and for a moment, it was as if she could see him through the screen.

A sudden movement on the office feed caught his eye. The younger man, the one he'd assumed was an apprentice, was standing up from behind a desk. He was not more than 20, with a fresh face that suggested innocence, yet there was something in his eyes that was unnervingly sharp.

Darran switched the main feed to the office, his breath hitching. Mei had moved closer to the car, her back to the mechanic. Her posture was peculiar; it looked like she was leaning slightly over the bonnet as if examining something with great interest. But as the mechanic approached, it was clear she was pushing her ass out, almost as if presenting it to him.

The mechanic followed Darran's gaze, his eyes drifting down to Mei's bent-over form. A smirk played on his lips as he took in the sight. Darran felt a flare of jealousy, but it was quickly overshadowed by a thrill of excitement. Was this a reenactment of the story she'd told him? Or was it all just a wild coincidence?

Mei's body language was undeniably provocative, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned over the car. The mechanic took a step closer, his eyes raking over her curves. Darran's grip on the mouse tightened as he watched the scene unfold. He was very aware of his hardening cock straining against his pants.

With a deliberate motion, Mei's hands reached behind her, grasping the waistband of her leopard-skin leggings. She paused, her eyes flicking up to the camera lens for a brief second as if to ensure she had Darran's attention. Then, with a slow, seductive pull, she began to slide them down over her rounded ass. The fabric whispered against her skin, revealing the lacy black panties she wore beneath.

The mechanic's smile grew broader, his eyes never leaving her as he reached down to adjust his crotch. His hand lingered there, a clear indication of his arousal. Darran could almost feel the heat emanating from the screen, his pulse echoing the throb in his trousers. He watched, transfixed, as Mei stepped out of her leggings, leaving them pooled at her ankles. She was now bent over the hood of her car, her panties riding high up on her cheeks, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her wetness.

The mechanic stepped closer, his hands moving to her legs. He traced the curve of her thighs, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Mei's breath hitched, and she leaned further into the car. The man's hands moved upwards, caressing her ass, his rough calloused fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Darran's knuckles were white around the mouse, his breath shallow.

With a sudden urgency, Darran could resist no longer. He reached down to unzip his trousers, freeing his rock-hard cock. The cool air in the room washed over the glistening tip, providing a brief respite from the pressure that had been building within him. He began to stroke it slowly, his movements matching the rhythm of the scene playing out before his eyes.

The mechanic's hands grew bolder, his fingers sliding under the elastic of Mei's panties. He tugged them aside, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Darran's hand moved in time with the mechanic's, his grip tightening as he watched the man's thumbs graze Mei's swollen clit. She gasped, her hips jerking slightly, and Darran felt a bead of pre-cum form at the tip of his cock.

The apprentice in the office had noticed the change in the atmosphere. He'd stepped closer to his computer monitor, his eyes glued to the live feed. With a furtive glance over his shoulder, he unzipped his pants, freeing his substantial length. The sight of it made Darran's cock throb in his hand. The young man was enjoying the show, stroking himself slowly as he watched Mei's body respond to his boss's touch.

The apprentice's hand moved with a practiced ease, his thumb swiping over the tip of his cock in a way that made it clear he'd done this before. His strokes grew more vigorous as Mei's moans grew louder on the screen. The mechanic had now dropped to his knees, his face buried between her legs, his tongue working magic that had Mei's legs trembling. Darran's hand matched the rhythm, his strokes becoming quicker as he watched the scene unfold.

With a sudden motion, the mechanic slid Mei's panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, one leg at a time. She didn't bother to kick them away. They remained there on the cold, concrete floor, a testament to her complete surrender to the moment. Mei's ass was now fully exposed to both the mechanic's eager face and the unblinking eye of the camera.

The man's rough hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open for his eager mouth. She pushed back into him, her pussy glistening with arousal. Darran knew that look, that wanton abandon she got when she was close to climax. Her hands were braced on the car hood, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself steady.

The mechanic's tongue darted out, a wet, hungry stroke that had Mei's body quivering. She made no sound of protest, only a low moan that grew in volume as he continued to feast on her. The apprentice in the office was now fully engrossed, his hand a blur as he jerked himself off, his eyes glued to the monitor. Darran watched, his hand moving faster, his cock pulsing with every gasp from Mei's lips.

Her legs were spread wide, giving the camera a perfect view of her wet, glistening pussy. The mechanic's beard was slick with her juices, and he took his time, savoring every inch of her. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he breathed in her scent, his nose buried in the soft, damp folds of her sex. Mei's hips began to rock back and forth, her movements growing more erratic as she chased the orgasm that was building deep within her.

With a sudden decisiveness, Mei reached back, her hand finding the man's shoulder. She tapped him with a rhythm that was unmistakable to Darran. He knew that pattern; it was the same one she used to guide his hand when they were in bed together. The mechanic's head lifted, and for a brief moment, Darran thought Mei had called him out, but her hand didn't push him away. Instead, she used her other hand to tap the side of his head.

The man looked up at her, his eyes glazed with lust, but he seemed to understand. With a grin that was more animal than human, he stood up, his cock straining against the fabric of his coveralls. Mei's hand dropped to her side, and she took a deep, steadying breath. Darran could not hear her, or even read her lips, but he knew exactly what she was saying. "Fuck me," her tone a blend of command and need.

The mechanic didn't need a second invitation; hell, he likely didn't need the first. His overalls were off his shoulders and down on the ground in a second. His white underwear followed. A large, girthy, veiny cock sprung up. Mei's eyes fixed upon it with hunger, but not surprise. After all, this was not the first time she had seen it, Darran knew that now.

Her hand reached out and grasped the mechanic's shaft, guiding it to her wet entrance. Darran felt his cock throb in response, his strokes becoming more urgent. He knew her body so well, and he knew she was more than ready for what was coming. He watched as the mechanic's cock slid into her with a wet slap, Mei's body jerking forward with the force of it.

"No condom." He wasn't sure why he said the words out loud, there was no one there to hear him, but seeing Mei getting fucked bareback sent a new surge of heat through him, and his cock.

The burly man, now naked, was neither gentle nor slow. He plunged his full length into her and began pumping like a piston. The brutality of it made Mei shudder; she slapped her hands down on the bonnet of the car. Darran could see that she was on the end of her tiptoes, and each thrust was all but lifting her off the ground. At that moment she found clarity to lift her top off, in a movement so familiar to Darran, a reminder that he was watching Mei on the screen and not some unknown pornstar. The mechanic then unhooked her bra with a suppleness that belied his rough hands, and Mei's modest but firm tits fell free.

Darran felt his hand tighten around his cock, his strokes becoming more vigorous as he watched. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out as he watched Mei's body react to the mechanic's brutal rhythm. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard, begging for attention. He could see her eyes, the look of pure pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. Her pussy was stretched around the mechanic's girth, and he could see the outline of his cock with every pump.

But as the mechanic's hand fisted in Mei's hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, Darran's already intense excitement reached a new level. He quickly stopped pumping his cock, letting it spring free from his hand and giving a silent plea not to cum. A small amount of milky fluid appeared on the tip, but he had stopped in time.

Back on the screen, the mechanic continued to fuck Mei hard. She now had one leg raised onto the car, and Darran couldn't decide if it was to let her temporary lover get deeper or an effort to prevent him from being so deep. He hoped it was the former. Darran was also cursing the lack of sound, for he could see that Mei was screaming now with pleasure. Luckily he knew exactly how that sounded, so it could fill the silent void in his mind.

Back in the office, the young apprentice was now standing, eyes glued to the screen. His cock was still in his hand but his movements were far more controlled than Darran's.

The mechanic's hand was now on Mei's throat, not squeezing but rather holding her in place as if claiming her completely. Mei seemed to love it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hit her G-spot with every thrust. The mechanic's other hand was playing with one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hand reached up to cover her mouth, muffling her cries.

Darran's eyes widened as the mechanic suddenly broke eye contact with Mei, and turned to look directly into the camera. He had a knowing smile, one that was filled with mischief. And then he made the gesture, a beckoning motion with his head as if to say, "Join us."

Was this for Darran? Did the man want Darran to drive over there now? If so, why? To get a closer view? To join in? Besides it was at least a 20-minute drive away and Darran did not want to stop watching

Then he remembered. He was not the only one watching the feed. Sure enough, as he switched focus back to the office, the apprentice was no longer visible. Moments later he appeared in the workshop, first on the wide-angle feed, and then the close-up.

If Mei was surprised or shocked by this new development, she didn't show it. Perhaps she couldn't; the mechanic had not missed a beat in fucking her. The young newcomer had not bothered to put his cock away before making the short journey from the office. Darran suspected that would have been impossible anyway, since it was fully erect and massive.

The boss didn't pull out, but he did maneuver Mei back a little from the car, Darran's eyes went instinctively to her tits, now bouncing free.

His young apprentice knew what to do. How well had they planned this out? He leaned on the car, Mei's car, right in front of her. His right-hand reached out; it stroked her face on its way to the back of her head, and with a slow movement, he pulled her towards him.

Mei allowed the young man to guide her towards this huge cock that she had not been able to take her eyes from. All the time the older man continued to fill her pussy with ferocity. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the apprentice. What he lacked in girth compared to his boss, he more than made up in length. The tip was glistening with precum from his actions in the office.

Mei stroked the new cock. It was like she was getting to know it, introducing herself. Then she leaned forward, licked the tip, and wrapped her lips around it. The rhythm of the mechanic pounding into her was now sending waves through her body, up to her face, and with each one she took a little more of the new cock into her mouth.

The apprentice groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as she took him deeper and deeper. His hands now rested on her shoulders, guiding her movements as she worked his cock in time with the one filling her pussy. Darran's hand had returned to his member, his strokes matching Mei's bobbing head.

The mechanic took advantage of Mei's distraction to give her a particularly deep thrust, causing her to choke around the younger man's cock. The apprentice's eyes went wide, and he stilled, giving her a chance to recover. He looked like he was in heaven, his hand moving to her hair, tangling in the strands as if claiming her as his own.

Darran felt his own body tighten, watching Mei handle both men with an ease that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying. It was his fantasy, but this was not how he had pictured it. Yet, the sight of her, lost in pleasure, taking them both on, was more arousing than any scenario he could have imagined.

He stroked himself faster, trying to keep up with the pace of the action on the screen. The mechanic's cock was buried deep inside her, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine, while Mei's mouth worked magic on the apprentice's length. The young man's eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

The older mechanic's breath grew ragged, his movements becoming less controlled. His strokes were no longer deep and deliberate, but rather quick and shallow, his body tense with the effort to hold back. Mei's hand was still wrapped around the younger man's cock. Her hand looked truly tiny compared to this beast, and there was still enough length to more than satisfy her mouth.

Then it happened. With a grunt that was almost a roar, the mechanic buried himself fully into Mei, his body shuddering with the power of his orgasm. Darran watched as Mei's eyes went wide with surprise, and then a look of pure bliss took over her features. He knew that look; she had made Darran cum deep inside her with that look many times. The mechanic held himself deep, his cock pulsing, filling her up with his hot seed. It was like watching a scene from one of Darran's fantasies, except this was real, and he was not the one doing the filling.

As the older man pulled out of her now cum-filled pussy, Mei must have felt the void. She immediately pulled her mouth away from the apprentice's cock, a line of saliva still connecting her lips to the tip. She looked up at his face and said something. Damn, this silence! Darran thought to himself. He couldn't know for sure the words she spoke, but he had a good idea. It would have been something along the lines of, "Now you."

In a situation where Mei needed to take care of two cocks, she would happily use her mouth. Darran knew this from their dildo play, also how she hungrily sucked his fingers while he fucked her. But he knew that if given the choice between a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth, pussy would win every time for Mei.

There was a short interaction and the mechanic was lying a blanket on the floor. This was out of shot on the close-up feed so Darran switched to the wide angle. Next, the young apprentice was lying on his back, and Mei wasted no time in straddling him, and guiding his cock inside her with her hand.

Darran couldn't help thinking about her pussy filled with the older man's cum, how that felt for the apprentice, how it sounded as she lowers herself onto him. How it felt for Mei. Darran had in the past been able to go back to back and fuck her in quick succession, but this was two different cocks.

Mei was soon riding him, evidently the cum in her pussy acting like a great lubricant. The man's hands were on her hips as she arched back. Then she would lean forward so her tits bounced on his face. He responded by taking one of her nipples in his mouth.

The mechanic was still in shot, and still naked. He stood watching the scene in front of him, a bottle of something in his handchair. Occasionally he would take deep gulps from it. Darran was surprised to see the mechanic had begun to stroke himself again. Of course, he was very close to new action that Darran could only enjoy on the screen.

Mei's body was moving in a mesmerizing way. The young apprentice's cock sliding in and out of her was like watching a dance of passion. Her tits bounced in a way that would make any man's mouth water, and her eyes remained closed as if lost in the sensation.

The mechanic took another swig from his bottle before moving closer to them, his cock still hard. Darran watched as Mei's hand reached behind her, her fingers finding the older man's shaft. She began to stroke him with the same rhythm that she was bouncing on the younger man's cock.

The apprentice watched her hand, his eyes glazed over with lust. It was clear he was enjoying the view almost as much as the feel of her tight, wet pussy around him. Mei's strokes grew faster, and Darran could see the mechanic's knees start to tremble. It was like watching a maestro conduct an orchestra of lust, her hand a baton leading them to a crescendo of pleasure.

Her movements grew more erratic, her body shaking as she approached her climax. The apprentice's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, adding to the symphony of sensation. Mei's eyes snapped open, and for a brief second, Darran could see the spark of power in them. She knew she had both men under her spell, and she reveled in it.

With a final, deep thrust, the young apprentice came with a groan, filling her pussy with his seed. Mei's walls clenched around him, her body milking every drop. She didn't stop moving, though, her hand still stroking the mechanic's cock with a fierce determination. It was as if she was drawing the last bit of energy from him, using his lust to fuel her own.

She climbed off the young apprentice, and he rolled away with exhaustion, but she did not let go of the older man's erect cock. Mei then gracefully turned to lie down on her back and guided the cock towards her sodden and sticky pussy. She was ready for round three if the mechanic was or not.

But he didn't disappoint. He sank his cock into her, lifting one of her legs with his arm. Darran could see his mouth moving, but what was he saying? Perhaps he was calling her a slut, telling her how her pussy was filled with the cum of two men and he was about to add more. Perhaps he was asking her if she thought her husband was enjoying the show. Darran hoped it was all of the above.

The mechanic's strokes were deep and powerful, and Mei's body took each one with a grace that belied the brutality of the act. Her eyes remained open this time, her gaze locked onto the camera, and by extension, Darran. She knew he was watching, and she was performing for him, for them.

Darran's hand moved faster, his strokes now a blur. He watched as the mechanic continued fucking his wife on the floor of this dirty workshop, her pussy stretched and filled with the cum of two men, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He watched Mei's eyes; they were glazed but focused, looking at the camera. It was like she was looking right through the camera and into his soul.

With a guttural growl, Darran erupted. His cum shot out, hitting the screen of his computer. He didn't even bother to aim for anywhere else, the sight of Mei taking so much cock was too intense. He watched as ropes of his seed landed on the keyboard and the desk. He didn't even try to stop, letting the orgasm take him over completely.

On the screen, the mechanic watched Mei's face contort with pleasure, and he knew she was close. He pounded into her with renewed vigor, feeling his climax build. And then she came, her body tightening around his cock.

With a final, guttural groan, the mechanic filled Mei with his cum, a third hot load that mixed with the others. Darran watched, his hand still moving on his cock, the scene too intense to ignore. He could almost feel the warmth of the cum on his own body, the stickiness of it on his fingertips.

Mei looked absolutely beautiful, her body a canvas of passion painted with the sweat of the two men. The mechanic withdrew from her and she lay there, legs spread, pussy gaping open and filled with cum, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. The apprentice was still there too, but looked utterly spent. Finally, the mechanic walked slowly toward the camera, with a smile and a look of satisfaction on his face. He gave a small salute, reached up and switched off the camera. The feed went blank, and the others followed shortly.

Darran sat back in his chair, breathing heavily, his cock still hard despite having cum moments ago. He had to clean up, but that would wait. He was frozen, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He felt a mix of arousal and excitement. He was a little in limbo also, and didn't quite know what to do with himself.

Finally, in reality, it was around 45 minutes later but certainly felt longer. Darran heard a key in the door and Mei walked in. He walked out of his office to meet her and their eyes locked. Mei couldn't hide a devious smile.

"Hey honey, I'm back,” she said casually. “Would you like a cup of tea?"

Darran walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the head. “Sure darling, that would be nice.”