“Do you ever regret anything?” “What do you mean?” I asked, running my fingers gently through my wife’s hair as she lay across me, her head on my chest. There was a moment of silence, prompting her to ask again.“Do you ever regret anything?” “What do you mean by regrets hun, about life in general…or what?” Another short silence. “No, not that, I just mean about sex, the stuff we’ve done…or…the stuff I’ve done” said Anne....

PART 3 I had quietly made recordings of my wife when she was alone with Frank. I wanted to see if her description of events to me were accurate. I didn't have any real reason to think she hadn't been truthful with me, I just needed confirmation. Of course, I also needed to see how she was fucked, her responses. The morning after the night before, Frank was on his way to the bathroom just as she was on her way out. She'd r...

Just as I had essentially primed and readied Anne into accepting she would make parts of her body previously unavailable to Frank, available, I backed off. For a while I wasn’t even sure why. My mind was torn from between desperately wanting it to happen, to feeling distinctly uneasy about the aftermath and the possible consequences. I knew my wife had been quietly ready for me to tell her it was on - I think she was acti...

In the days that followed Frank fucking my wife Anne in our bed, with me right next to them, watching - and again the next morning - Anne and I had fantastic sex together. I had asked Anne if she still hated Frank shortly after he’d left that morning, having dumped his load deep into her pussy. She’d been a little hesitant with her reply, thinking for a moment before uttering an unconvincing “sort of…” as a reply. We'd sp...

Our adventures with Wayne had ended in a really weird way. Weird, cheeky and potentially dangerous. Almost three years ago, Anne and I had decided - well, mainly just me really - that she would go to his hotel and possibly stay the night. This would’ve been uncharted territory for us, but I was constantly pushing all reasonable boundaries, my sanity having abandoned me by then. I knew Anne was reluctant, feeling that Wayn...

It was a couple of weeks later when Wayne called me, telling me he’d be over at his hotel for four days from tomorrow. Of course he was wondering if he could enjoy some time with my wife. Since Anne had allowed Frank - who she hated - to fuck her right in front of me, on the carpet in our lounge, our sex life had gone through the roof. We’d enjoyed some of the best sex and love making we’d ever had, from quickies to exten...

Anne and I had spoken at some length about our encounter(s) with Wayne. (See 22/12/22) She still struggled to entirely forgive herself or balance her feelings of always wanting to be a dutiful, faithful loving wife, against the reality of allowing herself to be fucked a few times now, by three different men. I was concerned that she may end up placing the blame entirely on me….knowing that if she did, she’d be pretty much...

I awoke next morning without the hangover I’d expected to wake up with. The memory of the nights event gained momentum rapidly in my thoughts. Anne was out cold, looking beautiful but very much like she’d been fucked silly all night. Which of course, she had been. Looking at her, still asleep, I reminded myself that her pussy, my Annes beautiful, precious pussy had taken four pretty damn large loads of sperm in the last 9...

Like many married couples, our sex life had periods of intense activity, interrupting the longer ones of far less activity. It was never lacking to the extent of either of us was complaining, but life and work just had a habit of getting in the way. It had been perhaps 15 months since we’d had an incredibly erotic experience, over a long weekend during which I had finally shared my wife Anne with a friend, who had come to...

For the past couple of days, a close friend Tony and his friend Pete had stayed over. My wife Anne, who - until they arrived - had never even seen or held another cock other than mine, had been fucked by both of them. I had let it happen….well, I had made it happen. I’d just spent the last 30 minutes preparing Anne on our bed, licking, kissing, feeling her…but not for me. Unknown to Anne, I’d arranged for Tony to knock on...

Part 3. The moment Pete had swept Anne up and carried her out through the door, my heart was racing. My cock was at bursting point, so much so that I felt even if I brushed my hand past it, I would come. I had glanced at my watch, it was just after midday, 12.05pm. Tony and I indulged in a little small talk, punctuated by moments of silence - silence that I actually wanted. I was trying to listen, hear something. The loun...

* This is part two and should be read in order to fully understand events. I found Anne collapsed on the bed facing away from me, wearing only my shirt , she had left her knickers downstairs. I spooned into her and held her tight. “Are we going to be ok?” she asked. “Of course we are, why on earth wouldn’t we be?” I replied. “I’ve just had sex three times with two men that aren’t my husband in the space off about 4 or 5 h...

So… men who share their wives or partners, men who dream of sharing their wives or partners - ultimately we’re all driven by the same basic desire, to watch her being penetrated by another mans cock. To watch her reactions, her facial expressions, her movements…the list is long and of course will vary for all of us. If we’re truthful, we probably all have our own ideal scenario of how this would happen, how willing she wo...