I'm getting on a bit and relating some of my stories is cathartic for me.

We were married young (20ish) and like everyone else fucked like rabbits. At the time my wife Kay was attending an art school run by a mature lady Rose who was a bit bohemian. At the end of the year Rose invited her preferred students to a Christmas party at her home, while I stayed home minding our baby. When she came home the next morning around 11.00, I was angry and accused her of everything, which she of course denied - "too much to drink, fell asleep..." etc. A couple of months later, after hearing her married brother confess to an affair, at a quiet moment in bed she said I've got something to tell you.

Remember that party, I told you nothing happened? Well that's not quite true, I slept with Vincent, Rose's son. I was angry and said it was betrayal etc. etc. but as you've heard from many others, I wanted the whole story. The more the story unfolded the sense of betrayal was overcome by the sense of lust. I kept interrupting asking for details, and getting hornier. The following is her story, without my questions added in, so that it reads better.

Well half way through the night I was sitting on the lounge next to Rose's son Vincent, when we got squeezed together and he put his arm around me, then his hand on my leg. We had had a bit to drink and it felt ok so then we started to kiss. Others around us who knew me seemed to offer encouragement. Eventually later when it was getting time to leave, he suggested maybe I'd like to stay a little longer and come up to his room. He led me up the stairs and when we got into his room we started kissing again. He started undressing me, and I knew I wanted it so I let it happen. I helped undress him as well. He was fingering me and as I pulled his pants down I started to rub him. Next thing he was on top of me and I was guiding his dick into me. It didn't last long and shortly after the drink took over and we fell asleep.

In the morning we woke touching each other and he started to touch me again. We rolled together and I opened my legs for him, and he slipped in easily. This time he fucked me for longer. After he came inside me, we lay together, with him still inside me. After a few minutes I could feel him getting hard again. This time was a lot longer and it was very passionate. Eventually after a shower together, we had a late breakfast with his mother and she drove me home.

Did you like it? Yes. Do you want to do it again? pause... would you let me? Its a very horny story, you can see I'm very hard. We then started a very horny fuck, and talking. If you fucked him again I'd like you to tell me the details. Ok. So do want to see him again? Yes. Will you fuck him? Yes. Do you promise? Yes. Twice? Yes. When? I can call him and see if he's free next Saturday. Ok.

A few days later I asked what she was doing on Saturday night. I think you know. Are you going out? Yes. Seeing him? Yes. Will you fuck him? Yes. Then come home? Yes. And give me details? If you would like. I would, then I can fuck you. That would be nice.

Before she went out we had a passionate groping session. I said is it ok if I make you wet for him. Yes. When she got home around 11.00, I'd had a hard on for so long it was sore! When she came in she was quiet and looked very coy. Did you have a good time? Yes it was nice.

When I arrived, his mother let me in, and the three of us had a bottle of wine and some small talk. Then he said we should go upstairs. Rose winked and smiled at me. When we got into his room we started kissing and removing our clothes again. He started fingering me again as I was rubbing his hard cock. He remarked that I was very wet. (Glad to help!) He then went down on me and made me come with his tongue. I sucked his cock until he told me to stop. Then we lay together and I guided his cock into me. It was soooo good.

Did he come inside you? Yes. And he stayed in me again until he got hard again. Then he just kept fucking for ages. Show me. She had on cotton knickers and there was a huge wet patch. I started rubbing her and then slipped my fingers in, as if to have it confirmed! That my darling wife had just returned after having someone fill her with cum. We then jumped into bed and for the first time I found out what it was like to experience the silky smooth feeling of fucking a freshly fucked pussy, especially as it was from my very naughty wife. We fucked like rabbits for the next few days.

Would you do it again? Yes please. I told him I would see him next week, I hope you don't mind.

The next time when she got home, after fingering her I licked my fingers and could taste the unmistakable different taste -bitter and salty. I started to suck her wet knickers. Then pulled them aside and started my first ever cleanup. As some of you will know, I was hooked - an acquired taste! I was so horny I enjoyed the idea of what I was cleaning and how it got there! And that's it, not so much the taste, but knowing what you're licking and how it got inside your darling wife.

Over the next few years, she had irregular visits with him, and I got to enjoy the spoils. Then he got a girlfriend and meetings became more difficult, as he was feeling guilty. Although they met on more occasions over the next few years eventually it stopped.

We stayed together for around 15 years, but having married too young (she got pregnant at 19) we eventually grew apart. The only thing really keeping us together was the fucking like rabbits! About four years later i met my current wife, and she opened my eyes to sharing!