I'd been anticipating the question since Charlie had left, any man would ask the same if his wife had just been fucked by another. My mind wandered back a few hours to relive the moments in my head. Charlie hadn't been in any hurry to leave. Hadn't even been in any hurry to get dressed. When we went back to the patio he had just picked up his clothes and followed me. I don't think it crossed his mind to put his clothes on at that time. We'd put the loungers side by side, close enough to stroke and caress each other and sipped cold orange. We chatted about lots of unrelated things. 'Will you tell Adrian?' he slipped under my guard. 'Yes, I admitted but not sure how much,' I said after some thought then went on to explain the events of the last couple of days. 'Sounds like fun,' he said after I had finished, 'what did you tell him about your friend with the Jag?' I must have looked shocked but I shouldn't have been. Ray had pointed out the risk and I'd accepted it knowing that the risk was a big factor in the fun. There was no point denying anything. 'Was it that obvious?' I asked. 'You do make a lot of noise when in full flight,' he said with a smile, 'probably a good idea to keep the patio doors and windows closed until you've finished in future.' he smiled again 'not on my account of course. And you don't need to worry, your secret is very safe with me.' I leaned over, gave him a big kiss and his cock a loving stroke. 'Good,' I said, 'don't want to loose you now I've got you. Ray's an old boyfriend from before I married and I haven't mentioned him to Adrian yet. He's gone abroad for a couple or three weeks so I thought he would be a 'new fuck-buddy' when the time was right.' 'So I'm on a short-term contract eh?' he'd said with fake sadness. 'Silly sod!' I told him kissing him then his cock, 'You're on a permanent contract.' I paused, thought for a moment then added 'whether Adrian agrees or not.' Shortly afterwards we wandered down the garden, I helped him push the unused steps back under the hedge and while on my knees spent an enjoyable few minutes sucking and stroking his cock before he had to get dressed and leave. === === === Was he any good? He was fucking fantastic! And he lasted three times longer than you. Of course these were not thoughts I could safely verbalise nor did I want to, they wouldn't have been totally true. The next few minutes were going to be crucial. Our marriage could depend on it. “Ummm,” I said and paused as if considering the question in great depth. “Yes,” I admitted, “yes, he was good. Very good.” I left it there knowing exactly what the next question would be. “Better than me?” he asked tentatively. Bingo! Give me a fiver! Why Oh Why do they always ask that? Even Ray asked if my husband fucked me as well as he did. Bloody stupid question! Only someone totally into humiliation was going to say 'Oh! Yes he fucked me better than you could ever do, wimp!' Humiliation I wasn't into. In that week I'd been fucked by three different men in three totally different ways and was perfectly satisfied every time. I'd spend a dirty weekend with any (or all) of them anytime. “Better? No. Worse? No. Different? Totally.” I told him. “Different in a good way?” That was a straight forward question. My husband, as I have said, is a very good lover. He is always working to make it better for me, playing out scenarios, experimenting with toys, techniques, anything to give me bigger, better orgasms. That's why we were on the back bedroom bed having just fucked, on the same bed a fuck-buddy has just fucked me in. He was, bless him, looking for ways to improve my pleasure. “Different in a different way which was good,” I tried to explain. I hadn't rehearsed this far. “Charlie's obviously older, he hasn't got the energy you have so can't fuck for half an hour solid like you can. He hasn't got your stamina, your endurance. He can't fuck me hard though endless orgasms like you do. He has to build me up slow, ease me over the top and help me gently down the other side. Then he rests. While his cock was resting he finger-fucked me to orgasm or ate me out until I came then he fucked me again and around we went again. So, it's different, not better or worse. I don't want you to fuck me like he does nor him to fuck me like you do. I enjoy the differences. Does that make sense?” I told him honestly. “It does,” he conceded, “when you put it like that. But you just told me he was fucking you like a steam train, hard fast and furious.” he added. I jumped in before he got wound up. “I did,” I said quickly. “That's because I wanted you to fuck me hard, fast and furious like you always do. I didn't want you to fuck me like he did. The way Charlie fucked me was just different, that's all.” That seemed to placate him, which was a relief as that is exactly what I felt. I didn't want my husband to fuck me like my fuck-buddies. Where would be the point in that? “Are you going to fuck him again?” he asked, again in a straight forward way. “Yes!” I told him without hesitation, and I was regardless. “It makes perfect sense. How did you feel when I sexted to say I had an offer?” “I got a stiffy.” he admitted. “A good one? Did you have a wank or did you save it like I said?” “It was a stonking one, all afternoon whenever I thought about you getting someone else's cock, which was most of the time. Could've wanked off half a dozen times but I wanted to save it for your sloppy, spunk oozing cunt.” That was a bit more detailed than I was expecting. I freely admit my heart raced on hearing it though. “Charlie pops round pretty much whenever he likes at the moment so him popping around is not going to raise any neighbour's eyebrows is it? What kind of Monday will you have if I kiss you goodbye then let slip that Charlie will probably pop around about eleven?” I asked mischievously. “A horny one!” he stated and I could feel his smile even though we were still spooned. “A horny one,” I agreed, “and no phoning at twelve to see how I got on, he'll probably still be here. I'll sext when I'm ready, OK? And if I get any more offers I'll tell you before we fuck, OK?” I told him. A bit chancy I know but strike while the pussy's wet as they say. He turned to face me, kissed me and told me it was all perfectly OK. “I've got another stiffy,” he told me. “I noticed,” I said, “fancy a fuck?” ### ### ### “That lad in the phone shop,” he said as we sat eating breakfast the following morning. “Yeesss?” I said carefully. “Why don't you go in and ask if he does house calls? I would if you invited me back. You could pop in this morning while I hang around outside.” he suggested. The thought had more than crossed my mind by then but I planned on going back on Tuesday. “It's Saturday,” he'll be busy and I wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of customers. Maybe I can pop over on Tuesday?” “Good idea, didn't think about that. Now, what are we going to do about Charlie?” he asked. I very nearly panicked. “What do you mean?” I asked quietly. Something else I'd forgotten to think about in advance. “Does he know that I'll know he's fucked you? Should I carry on as normal as if I don't or should I encourage him?” Phew! “Well, he knows that I had my pussy waxed as a special treat for you and he also realised that you would be seeing it and probably fucking it as soon as you got home. He suggested that I might be able to convince you that the rabbit was responsible for it being so swollen but wanted to know how I was planning to explain the spunky cunt, pointing out that there was no way you wouldn't have spotted it as soon as you got anywhere near me.” Honesty always the best policy in many cases, I think. “I told him a little of what we were doing and why. He thought it was great idea. Offered to help anyway he could and he wouldn't object if I told you it was him 'what done the deed' as he put it, nor would he baulk at a threesome sometime provided we didn't tell Maureen, of course. So, really it's up to us how we handle it.” I continued. He thought for a few moments then, “Think we should leave it as is at the moment. Don't really want to hunt him out and slap him on the back. Maybe I'll say something if I bump into him while Maureen isn't about. If not you tell him all is well and we'll just let it roll for the time being?” “Well, I should check that everything is OK on his side, don't you think? Then I can tell him all is well here and leave it at that. Saves messing about and no embarrassment for anyone?” “Suits me fine. What do you want to do today?” It had been a very busy week for me and my greedy pussy one way and another. “Not too much, if you don't mind. Bit of sunbathing before the warm weather goes maybe.” I suggested, “I can now go nude, not having to worry about Charlie seeing me any more.” I finished brightly then added, “What would you like to do?” “I'm happy to see you wandering about naked. I need some petrol, we could probably do with a paper and maybe a bottle of bubbly to celebrate?” came his reply. “Shall I come with you?” I suggested reasonably eagerly even though I wasn't at all eager. It's one thing to totally enjoy men looking at you with the clear desire to fuck you senseless, quite another to have your husband tagging along while they are thinking it. There's little point if there is not even the slightest chance of getting lucky, IMHO. “You'd have to get fully dressed,” he said, “no point you looking dressed to kill and towing your old man around with you, is there? Anyway Charlie might see me going out and pop round to give you a quick seeing to. So I could enjoy the thought of that and the subsequent fuck.” We are so much in tune! Adrian went out to do his errands after a nice long kiss and a quick stroke from me. The new freedom was having a wonderful effect, not just on me but also on our sex lives. I was constantly horny and he was constantly encouraging. I'd previously checked my 'proper' email and found nothing from the Land of the Long White Cloud so logged into my new account. Two? Who knew this address? The first was from Ray, dirty! Verging on the filthy. I loved it. I sent back a suitably rude reply saying that I hoped we could start to explore some of his ideas when he returned. I hesitated over opening the other one. Subject – Charity Revue. I'm very well aware of the potential problems of unpleasant or dangerous content in unsolicited emails and was just about to delete without opening when the penny dropped. I opened his email. 'Just testing' it read. I sent back 'test good, when can you inspect the item in question?' and sent my reply. Pussy wet again! With thoughts of how the Charity Revue might be made to work running around my head I forgot there was something I needed to do until I stepped onto the patio. Still in my heels, Adrian loved to see my legs when I was wearing heels, I climbed the stairs to the master bedroom and went straight to the top drawer of the bedside chest of drawers. Ray had said he was going to fuck my arse when he returned. It wasn't a suggestion it was a statement. His way of saying 'be prepared'. Charlie also wanted my arse and I'd asked for time to prepare as I was out of practice. I found my favourite glass butt plug, washed it off in the en suite, lubed it up and carefully worked it into position. ‘Ohhhh, that's a bit bigger than I remember’ I thought as it nestled between my cheeks. I lounged in the sunshine hoping to hear Charlie in his garden but there was no sound. After half an hour I became a little anxious, it was the kind of day when Charlie would be in his garden from dawn 'til dusk. The front door bell chimed! Slight panic but then I thought it might be Charlie so got up, slipped on my heels and went to open it. I peered through the spy-hole and saw only a big bunch of flowers so opened the door widely. “I couldn't get to my keys,” came my husbands voice from behind the flowers as I closed the door. “I'm worried about Charlie,” I told him before he could say anything else. “Why?” “I've seen or heard nothing from his garden and on days like this he is always in the garden!” I reminded him. “You think Maureen found out and murdered him? Silly girl, it's the weekend. They often go away for the weekend!” He must have seen the relief flood through me! “Silly billy, good job I got you the biggest bunch of flowers I could find, isn't it?” He handed them over and got a great big kiss for his thoughtfulness. As we walked through to the kitchen he placed his hand affectionately on my lower back and let it slide down to my bum where he stroked the cheeks and followed the crack down towards my pussy. “Ohhh,” he said running his fingers around the base of the plug, “Getting prepared for Charlie are you?” he played with the plug working it in and out a little before patting my bum and saying; “Good girl.” “Well, yes and no.” I admitted, “I did say he wanted my arse and I'll be pleased to let him but you used to enjoy it and you haven't been there for far too long. I thought that you might like to help me prepare, just in case? So actually the plug is there to encourage you to enjoy my arse again. What do you think? Will it work if I persevere?” “It might,” he agreed, “but you had better put the flowers in a vase first just in case it takes a while. I'll just pop upstairs. Top drawer isn't it?” He fucked me missionary first, on a pile of rugs and cushions on the conservatory floor, still with the butt plug in place (I thought at the time that it would be a lot easier if I left them, the rugs, in place in future). Double penetration with plug in is so much pleasure. After a hard fucking and numerous orgasms I was told to kneel up. I knelt and got right royally doggied, again with the plug still buried in my arse. While we stopped so I could collect myself he eased out the plug. I wrapped it carefully in a piece of kitchen roll and he lubed his cock and my anus, carefully working the lube into my bum as far as his finger would go. He rose and towered above me. I got to my knees and turned to face him. I looked up, plaintive submission on my face as he glowered down at me. “What have you to say for yourself, wife?” he bellowed down at me. “I've been a bad wife, husband, a very bad wife!” I uttered mutely. “What did you just call me, wife?” he demanded in a low, threatening voice. “Sorry Master! I forgot myself, Master. It won't happen again, Master! Please don't punish me Master!” I beseeched him in my most contrite tone. “I shall do what I like with your worthless body wife! How have you been a bad wife, wife?” “I showed a man my cunt Master. I opened my legs wide for him Master. I put two fingers into my cunt Master and finger-fucked myself 'til I came Master. And let him watch me Master.” “So you are a slut, wife?” “Yes, Master. I am a bad wife and a slut, Master. Your slut wife, Master.” I agreed. “Did you close your legs and hide your wet swollen cunt after the man had watched you cum, slut wife?” “No, Master. He took his cock out of his trousers Master. It was a very big cock, Master. The biggest cock I had ever seen. It throbbed before me, a monster cock with a big purple head, Master. Thick, dark veins twisted and turned down the whole turgid length. He took my hair and pulled my face towards his cock forcing the massive girth between my lips and pushed the length down my throat. I gagged Master it was so long and thick. He pulled the giant tool out and before he was able to ram the beautiful cock back in I told him he didn't need to force me to take his cock in my mouth and that if he let me enjoy his cock in my own way I would be proud to suck such a beautiful, glorious weapon until it pumped spunk down my throat and into my belly, Master. I couldn't help myself, Master.” “You are a cock sucking, spunk loving, slut, wife!” “Yes Master, I am your cock sucking, spunk loving, slut wife, Master.” I stated, “I sucked that beautiful, fat, long cock until it spunked into my mouth. I waited until he had finished filling my mouth and showed him that my mouth was truly full of spunk. Then I swallowed it all, Master. I am your cock sucking, spunk swallowing, slut wife, Master. I continued to suck and stroke his cock Master until he was hard again. I felt it pulsing in my mouth and licked and sucked and stroked until the purple head was straining for release. I laid on the ground and opened my legs as wide as I could Master, showing him my wet, swollen cunt again. I held the lips of my cunt apart and told him I needed his big, fat beautiful cock deep in my cunt. He fucked me Master, long and hard, driving his big cock into my tight cunt as far as it would go. He made me cum many many times Master before filling my cunt with his spunk. I am your greedy cock fucking, spunk swallowing, slut wife, Master.” Role play is a massive turn on for both of us. It always revolved about the concept of me taking another cock and totally enjoying it. The sex that inevitably followed was utterly mind blowing. Adrian grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards his cock. I opened my mouth automatically and he pushed his cock between my lips. “You are a greedy cock fucking, spunk swallowing slut, wife! I'm going to fuck your face then fuck your arse!” he pulled his cock out and pulled my head back so that he was looking straight into my eyes. “What do you say, cum-slut wife?” “No, Master! Please don't push your big fat cock up my poor tight little arse, Master! It's much too big for my arse, Master.” He pulled my head towards his cock and forced his eager cock back into my willing mouth. He face-fucked me for a few moments then pulled me off again. “What did you say, slut?” “Yes, Master, Sorry Master, I've been a greedy cock fucking, spunk swallowing slut wife, Master. Please punish me. Fuck my poor little arse with your big fat cock as my punishment, Master.” He threw me gently backwards onto the rugs. “Kneel, show me where you need my cock, cock sucking cum-slut wife,” he demanded. I knelt and adjusted my position until my anus was just were we needed it. When Ray fucked my arse he wasn't going to be gentle. He'd just get into position and shove it in hard, fucking me harder until he shot his load. As far as he would be concerned it was my fault if it hurt, I hadn't prepared properly. Charlie had eased his finger into my anus and worked it around like an expert. I had a strong feeling that once his cock was in there I'd get an arse fucking to remember. Adrian was always gentle with my arse ensuring that I was comfortable with every millimetre he inserted before going further. I felt Adrian's cock nudging at the hole, more cool lubricant dribbled into my crack and slipped easily down to my anus covering everything with slippery juices. Adrian eased carefully inside. I didn't want soft and gentle! I wanted hard! I pushed back forcing Adrian's cock in to the hilt in one fell swoop. It hurt, I grunted, waited a moment for the pain to ease then... “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me scream then empty your balls into me!” I demanded working my arse back and forth on his cock. He fucked me hard and urgent, just as he usually fucked my cunt. I was able to cum and cum and was very satisfied by the time he finally emptied his balls into my arse with a joyous cry. It took us a very long time to recover. Role play had worked its magic once again. Except that now the role play was reality. There’s more, if you would like?