My husband, Liam, walked into the kitchen with a strange look on his face and said, “what do you reckon to this?”

He showed me an email from the company we had booked a cycling holiday with earlier in the year. They had been contacted by someone on the same trip who had asked for our contact details to see if we wanted to meet up. The company advised they wouldn’t pass on our contact details unless we specifically agreed.

Most people on the trip had been fine but no one immediately sprang to mind. Liam thought it might be one of the single guys. I gave him a surprised look at this suggestion.

“Probably want another look at you in those shorts,” he laughed. I blushed. It had been an amazing week; sunny every day and I’d taken the opportunity to dress down with Lycra shorts and tight tops. I’ll admit I did catch the odd glance but for the most part I was oblivious to any ogling. I assumed the presence of my husband had put off any would-be pursuers.

Out of curiosity we saw no harm in finding out who it was so dropped a mail back agreeing for our contact details to be passed on. A couple of days later we received a mail from a guy named Mike who said he was going cycling in the Peak District in October and asked if we wanted to join him. He had apparently enjoyed our company and was looking forward to re-acquainting as he thought we’d hit it off.

We discussed it over dinner that night going back over our holiday with me trying to understand what had happened to have sparked his interest in us. My husband kept smiling as I tried to work it all out.

“What?” I said.

“I think he took a bit of a shine to you,” he grinned.

“Really, I didn’t notice.” I replied.

 My husband then recounted a few examples; Mike watching my wheel (or arse) as we climbed some steep hills, sitting opposite me at lunch enjoying views of my Lycra crotch.

Sometimes I don’t realise what I’m doing when I’m enjoying myself, chatting or taking in the scenery. I don’t have sex on the brain all the time so maybe I had offered views more than I realised or intended.

“Don’t you remember sitting in the bar on that last night?” he asked.

“Not particularly,” I said.

“Most people had gone to bed; you were sitting in the chair facing the bar chatting to that American woman whilst me and Mike were perched on bar stools. You were showing plenty of leg and at one time did your Sharon Stone impression,’’ he smiled.

“Did I? I don’t remember that” I was trying to recall.

“Mike did. I heard him mutter ‘Jeez, I know what that needs.” My husband was laughing now.

“What did you say?” I was getting a bit annoyed.

“Nothing, I just looked away and smiled, I think.” He joked.

“Well, that settles it we’re not meeting up with him,” I stated.

“Did you not like him then?” Liam responded.

“Yes, he was fine, quite fit, but clearly like the rest of you a bloody perv. I have enough trouble dealing with you without spending a weekend with another one.”

“Have a think about it, it’s probably all very innocent anyway. From recollection he was finalising his second divorce.” That was his last comment on the subject.

I thought about it and decided maybe I’d been a bit hasty to dismiss the idea and there would be no harm in chatting with Mike to see what he was suggesting. I must admit this change of heart was partially influenced by the great sex we’d had that night. My husband was on fine form, and I did wonder if the contact from Mike had lit a fuse.

Liam dropped over an e-mail and later that day received a reply from Mike outlining his proposal of either staying in a hotel he could recommend or for us to rent a cottage. When we discussed it, we felt the Airbnb was the better option.

The email went back with a phone number and a few days later husband and Mike started chatting to discuss the details. I was kept informed of plans and I noticed that again on the nights there were chats with Mike, Liam was very horny, often wanting seconds which was more than acceptable. I didn’t mention it or ask any questions as I thought I would save it for an appropriate time.

A couple of days before we were due to travel the guys were once again chatting and my husband came into the room and said Mike wanted a word with me. I took the phone, and we chatted about the itinerary as I think he wanted confirmation I was fully on board with the plans, and I was.

Then Mike asked: ‘What are you planning to wear for the weekend. I hope you’ve got some sexy outfits lined up, so I get to see plenty of you.”

“Not sure about that,” I said.

I cut the conversation and said we’d see him at the weekend. That night in bed I asked my dearly beloved what conversations he’d had with Mike about me. He blustered a bit before I told him to look me in the eye and tell me the truth. I was gently stroking his lengthening cock as he eventually admitted Mike had the hots for me and that was why he wanted to get together.

“Did you put him right then?” I asked.

“Well, yes and no really. We did talk about exploring a bit, didn’t we?” He tentatively asked.

“Is that exploring on a bike or Mike exploring me with his hands?” I questioned.

“Both …… possibly, I suppose, if you wanted to, only if you wanted to though, no pressure or anything,” he gasped as my left hand ran up and down his leaking rod.

“Oh thanks, glad I get a say,” I sarcastically replied. “When were you thinking of mentioning this to me. When he’s climbing on top of me? Fuck you, don’t fucking presume! You know how I hate that. Open, honest or no weekend away. OK mister?” He nodded.

“Any more of your conniving plans with Mike about me and I will be in the car and on my way home …. alone. Get it? You’d better tell Mike to manage his expectations and if and it is a bloody big If anything does happen it will be on my terms and my terms only, not yours and definitely not fucking Mike’s. Ok?” I think he got the message.

“I want him told before we get there so do it tomorrow and I want to hear no more about it.” I’m not normally this stroppy, honestly, I’m not. Bloody men, though, cocks always ruling their heads. My wanking hand had slowed to a snail’s pace, and I think husband was hoping I would get him over the finish line but when I wiped my sticky hand all over his stomach and gave him a look, I think he knew better than to ask.

We rolled up at the cottage early Friday evening to be greeted by Mike who had been out for a bike ride hence the Lycra look. I think he was going to give me a hug, but a sweaty man in Lycra doesn’t really do it for me, so I was pleased when he kept the physical contact to a gentle tap on my arm. We settled in and then adjourned to the local pub for dinner.

It was a pleasant evening, catching up and to be honest finding out about each other as I knew little about Mike. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have worn the short dress as it was showing plenty of leg and it seemed like a magnet to Mike’s roving eye and not just his eyes. When my husband went to the bar to get refills, I felt a firm squeeze on my thigh and then the exploring hand moved up and down my leg before I slapped him away.

“Oi, what are you playing at. Looking not touching. That’s as far as you go. You might be frustrated because you’re wifeless at the minute but don’t go trying to take liberties with me.” I stroppily tried to put him in his place.

“Who said I was going short, got them queuing round the block,” was his smirking reply.

“Huh, and then you wake up, cock in hand probably.” I said.

“Could be your hand if you want,” he quickly retorted.

I sort of left myself open for that response but fortunately Liam returned with drinks and the conversation moved on. We didn’t drink too much as we’d planned a decent bike ride early next morning. Back at the Airbnb (other booking platforms are available) I declined the offer of another drink and suggested to Liam that we head to bed.

Mike piped up stating he was pleased his advances had me worked up enough to want an early night. Liam looked a little perplexed, but Mike cheekily explained that he had checked out my thigh muscles earlier when he was at the bar. That was one way of putting it. Feeling me up would have been my description.

“I’ll follow you up then,” said Mike. I went to go first. “Let Liam go first I want to take in one final view before bedtime.”

The cheek of the guy but like a couple of dozy teenagers we did as he said.

“Fuck, look at the legs on you,” Mike said as he followed me up the stairs. I assumed he was referring to me and not my husband. I could feel myself getting wet knowing the lecherous sod was staring right up my dress. “You got knickers on?”

“Of course, I fucking have,” I indignantly replied.

“Not much of them is there from what I can see.”

“You shouldn’t bloody well be looking,” I replied.

“You like it, you know you do. Right little prick tease. Lucky for you I’ve got plenty of prick to tease.” Our not-so-shy ‘friend’ responded.

“Yada, yada, yada,” was my somewhat muted response.

At the top of the stairs, we went to say our goodnights but then Mike asked if he could have a bedtime kiss. Not backward in coming forward, that was for sure. Liam looked like a deer in headlights, and I was lost for words (a novelty some would say).

Taking the silence as a yes, Mike moved close to me and then put his hand behind my head drawing me towards his lips. His other hand moved to my arse, eliciting a gasp. Bad move on my part as that gave him a chance to get his tongue in my mouth. I kept my eyes shut, partly in embarrassment, partly because I didn’t want to look into Mike’s eyes, partly because I dare not glance at my husband but mainly because I feared my eyes would betray the pleasure I was getting from the kiss. Even that first exploratory swirl of his tongue got me going. He pushed me to the wall, and I could feel his cock pressing into me as his hand moved from my arse to my right tit, then back to my arse. I was groaning into his mouth as my tongue responded before I felt someone grab my right hand. I opened my eyes to see a flustered husband shoving Mike away and pulling me into our bedroom, shutting the door before swiftly locking it.

We were both breathing heavily as Liam slammed me against the door kissed me passionately before throwing me onto the bed on my back. His trousers were down round his ankles in a flash and then I watched as he shuffled over (penguin like) to the edge of the bed before launching himself on top of me. His hand went straight up my dress, I felt my thong pulled away from my soaked pussy and before you could say ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ he was inside me, pumping away and shooting a load of a sticky substance up inside me. Well, that was many things but ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ wasn’t one of them. Premature, disappointing, hasty, way to fucking early would have been more apt. I was still feeling hot, a premature shot of cum hadn’t quelled that fire and it was not helped when I heard a knock on the door from Mike suggesting we let him in so he could finish the job off properly for Liam.

Liam politely told him to ‘fuck off’. Can you politely ask someone to fuck off?

We lay there for a while stroking, caressing each other before Liam extricated himself from his trousers and stripped off. I did the same and we were soon back together, joined as one as I slid down his recovered cock. He was squeezing my tits as I rode him, getting my first (much needed) orgasm followed a while later by another. Liam’s second effort was much more gratefully received, and I squealed a bit louder than normal hoping our neighbour would hear.  Hopefully, he would be suitably frustrated and a tad jealous.

Next morning following a pleasant shower I made my way downstairs to be greeted by Mike already kitted out in cycling gear. He was clearly an early riser - in more ways than one. His Lycra shorts left little to the imagination as I tried to avert my eyes whilst I made a cup of tea. He was sitting at the kitchen table legs apart putting his assets on full show. You had to admire the gall of the guy. It did make me smile, not that I let him see that.

“He got you there in the end then?” was his first reference to the night before.

“Yes, very enjoyable,” why was I engaging in this conversation?

“Bit of a false start though, bet you were frustrated considering how worked up I’d got you,” was his follow up.

I didn’t really want to get into this so replied, “you sleep well?”

“I did, thanks, after I knocked one out thinking about how I would have sorted you out.” That was to the point.

“Oh gross, too much detail,” was my response as I almost missed the mug with my milk.

“Not too much cock though, I hope. I want a second chance tonight. What do you reckon? It’ll give you an opportunity to compare the respective talents of your cycling companions,” he chimed.

“In your dreams.” I said as I stood drinking my tea, trying not to look at what was on display. Fortunately seconds later Liam stumbled into the room, so I made my excuses and left to get ready.

We had a good bike ride stopping for some lunch when Mike used the opportunity to turn the heat up by teasing Liam about his bedroom performance and asking if he was up for sharing tonight.

I was in before he got a chance to reply. “You’re asking the wrong person. I decide what I do and not him, remember that. Ok?”

A grin appeared on Mike’s face, “excellent, I know you’re up for it. Should make for an interesting evening.”

I thumped him on the arm and said, “enough, back on your bike we’ve still got a long way to ride.”

Our trip back went well, and I tried to avoid riding with Mike as much as possible but when there’s only three of you it isn’t that easy. If I dropped back, he would ease off and join me, likewise when I tried to speed up, he did the same. Every now and then he would take the opportunity to make some innuendo about what lay in store for me. As much as I wanted him to shut up part of me was getting aroused by his chat (not that I let on). He was bad enough as it was without any encouragement.

When we got back, we decided to have a night in to rest our weary limbs, so I offered to go to the local shop and get a pizza and some drinks as I didn’t want to be left in the house alone with Mike. On returning, I went off for a shower and Mike offered to do the cooking (not sure how much cooking there is in putting a pizza in the oven but …..).

For some reason I had put some sexier clothes in my case even though I hadn’t originally planned to wear them. The bike ride had certainly got my libido rising and I was looking forward to an early night (with Liam I would hasten to add).

I put on a shortish dress and added some stockings and suspenders. I knew I was potentially playing with fire but felt sure I could control things. Mike did a great job with the dinner managing not to burn the pizzas. I asked him if he’d thought about applying for MasterChef. To his credit he took the teasing well and we spent dinner chatting about general things before Mike steered the conversation back to sex.

I’d asked him about his previous wives, and he replied, “the first one couldn’t cope with my appetite and then got stroppy when I went elsewhere. The second one loved sex but as she got older struggled to cope with my energy and size. We’re still friends but she realised I needed to be set free. I’ve still got lots of seed to sow.”

“Too much information again. Anyway, I thought you were a solicitor not a farmer,” I said as he kept his eyes fixed on me.

He looked a bit puzzled until I explained. “You know, seeds ….. sow …..farmers. Perhaps all that sex has killed too many of your brain cells and that’s why you’re a bit slow on the uptake” I was pushing my luck, but the wine was loosening my tongue.

“Cheeky little sod, you need taking in hand. Can’t you control her Liam?” Mike asked.

My husband shook his head and just said, “a law unto herself, that one, especially with a couple of drinks inside her.”

Mike chuckled and then grabbed my hand and pulled me over onto his lap. I squealed but didn’t put up much of a fight. He held me tight and slapped my arse with his free hand.

“Oi, you pig, behave.” I shouted. I heard my husband laugh.

His hand landed firmly on my arse a couple of more times, and I just looked into Mike’s eye, trying to be defiant. Trying not to show my feelings as his hand slid up over my arse up to the back of my neck where he squeezed and pulled me down onto his eager mouth. He soon had me gasping as we resumed the kiss that had been cut short last night. His tongue felt good as it went exploring and I felt myself push my body closer.

He didn’t need to hold me in place now, so his left hand went exploring, gliding up my nylon clad leg, under my dress in sweeping moves. He pinched the skin above the top of my stockings eliciting a sharp breath from yours truly. I pulled back a fraction and we just maintained eye contact as he explored under my dress, watching each other’s facial expressions as his hands delved and squeezed. Finally, he shoved his hand firmly up between my legs and grasped my rather skimpy knickers. I could only let out a loud groan and widen my stance giving him even easier access.

“Bloody hell these knickers are drenched already,” announced Mike. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking horny (and if it hadn’t been true).

His fingers slid beneath the wet lace and his fingers slid in (two I think) and he was soon squelching around, almost lifting me off his lap with the force of his probing. By now I had my arms round his neck and was gasping and moaning into his ear.

I was ready to cum but at the last second he pulled out and left me teetering on the edge.

“Bastard,” I hissed into his ear.

“The night is young,” he smirked.

His left hand came back out from under my dress, and he moved his hand up to my face, watching me as his fingers traced around my lips. I could see how slimy his digits were as he brought his palm to my lips, and I kissed it, smelling my essence before he said, “open”. My lips parted and he fed me first one, then a second finger as I cleaned him with tongue and teeth. He pulled them out and he kissed me hard wanting a taste of me for himself. This time it was him that was groaning and not me.

Finally, we came up for air, and I heard clapping from behind me. Liam, oh fuck, yes Liam, my husband. I’d sort of forgotten about him during that rather frantic episode. I tentatively glanced over my shoulder and saw him looking flustered and red faced but didn’t sense he was angry.

“Finished?” he asked.

Before I could reply, Mike was in with a response, “Just the hor d’oeuvres, mate. She needs the main course now. Isn’t that right?”

As he looked at me, I wasn’t sure how to respond so as per usual when placed in an awkward situation I decided on a witty response, “I’m full from the pizza, to be honest.”   

“I’m planning on filling you from the other end,” he responded smiling at his rather impressive quick retort. “That ok, Liam?”

“Not my choice, she decides,” was his non-committal answer.

“Bedroom now,” was Mike’s response. I assumed he meant me and not Mike or maybe it was both of us. As I pondered, I felt another sharp crack on my backside. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

I jumped off his lap, looked at Liam, shrugged my shoulders then sashayed my way over to the staircase.

I heard Mike say to Liam, “Give us 15 minutes, and then knock, don’t just come in, ok?” I didn’t hear a response from my husband but heard the chair move and sensed Mike was following me. I took my time getting up the stairs giving him a good view as he stood in the hallway looking upwards.

“Fucking hell Liam, look at the arse on that.” Mike’s answer didn’t sound like the kind of language one associated with a member of the legal profession, but I suppose it was a compliment, of sorts.

As I reached the landing, I heard Mike behind me and he said, “your bedroom. I want you in your bed.”

I went in and he followed, shutting the door. “Don’t want to be disturbed, do we? He can hear what we’re getting up to as he sits downstairs. That should have him climbing the walls, like I was last night listening to you two fucking each other senseless. I’m planning on an improved servicing tonight though. You ready?”

I shrugged; he moved closer. My breathing got heavier as I was grabbed and kissed again before being pushed back onto the bed. He pulled my legs open, kissing up my thighs before ripping my knickers off. Despite my aroused state I couldn’t help but feel that was a bit unnecessary. Sure, they were wet, but they would have been fine after a wash. Still, that thought didn’t linger long as I felt his teeth sucking on the top of my thighs making me gasp and squirm before he moved to get his tongue to work. I hoped he was thirsty because I could feel there was plenty of juice for him to drink up.

 I’ll give him his dues he was enthusiastic and very thorough. I was squirming and wriggling all over the bed, but he held me in place and to be honest he was doing such a good job I didn’t want to escape for more than a few seconds. He may have denied me earlier, but it only took a few minutes before I was cumming giving him even more to slurp up. His thirst was presumably not quenched because his assault on my pussy continued and when he went to work on my clit I came repeatedly, or it was just one long cum. Either way it was bloody mind blowing. Finally, he relented, and then, as I lay panting away, I heard a tap on the door.

Mike looked up, face covered in my juice, smiled and said, “sorry mate can you give us another 15? I didn’t realise what a fucking appetite your Mrs had. She’s still waiting for the main course. Perhaps best to make that 30 to be on the safe side.”

I expected the door to fly open and an irate husband to come storming in and break up proceedings but as I listened no sound came from the other side of the door. Mike got up took off his shirt and wiped his face with it. The rest of his clothes came off and when his cock came into view it was hard, ready and dripping with pre-cum.

Tempting as it was to get up and give it a suck the selfish part of me decided there was a better fit elsewhere so when he climbed on the bed and crawled up over me, I wanted to be clear what I wanted. I said,” shove it in, all of it. I want all of it. Now.” I think that was unequivocally clear and he did as I asked.

In he went. I gasped. It took three reasonable thrusts, and he was fully embedded. I was quite pleased as I thought I was so wet he would slide straight into the hilt on his first go. He proceeded to go through his missionary repertoire as I watched like a judge on ‘Dancing on Ice’ admiring his technique and identifying little areas where I felt he could improve. I could see a show like this being a TV hit after the watershed (perhaps it’s already been done on Love Island, but I’ve never watched that – honest, I haven’t).

He soon moved me round and had me on my side for a time, before getting me on all fours and proceeding to shag me senseless for what seemed like ages. From my role as a judge I would say this was his ‘Pièce de résistance’. He was relentless but also very aware of satisfying me, his angle of attack, speed, change of depth all heightened my pleasure and finally it seemed to do it for him as well as he, with a few final thrusts let out a roar and shot a load deep inside me. I wasn’t sure if the roar was a normal reaction or if he wanted to put on a show for me and Liam. Either way I was impressed, and it had me reaching for my virtual voting card - ‘9’.

I’m hard to please, I know, but I think that if I ever reach ‘10’ then everything after will be a bit of an anti-climax so I’m always looking for a little bit extra. Fortunately for Mike this was all going on in my head, so I didn’t have to witness the look of disappointment on his face as I’m sure he thought his performance was a ‘10’.

We both collapsed on the bed. The sheets were already damp from our sweat, and our combined juices were now adding to it as they dripped from my well used pussy.

A few minutes later I heard a tentative tap on the door and quickly said, “come in” and as Liam opened the door Mike responded with, “I did, I did cum, deep inside you.” Liam obviously heard this as he took in the scene before his eyes. A dishevelled wife on a dishevelled bed with a man who had a satisfied grin on his face.

This was a potentially awkward moment so I got off the bed, gingerly, I will admit and went to give my darling husband a hug and kiss. He was a bit wary and as I caught a view of myself in the mirror I could sort of understand why. I wasn’t looking at my best, unless ravaged was your view of looking great.

I whispered, “sorry” as I felt his arms embrace me and his lips found mine. He was hungry for me I could see that in his eyes. The other tell-tale sign might have been his cock as I felt he was at full mast as he pulled me in close.

Knackered as I was, I knew that telling him I was tired wasn’t going to be the right response at this important juncture, so I unzipped his trousers and found his hard, leaking cock. A couple of quick pulls had him groaning and I was pleased that he hadn’t succumbed to some self-gratification downstairs as he’d listened to the action unfold above his head.

He stripped in record time and soon had me on the bed trying to steer his cock into my dripping slot. I was aware of Mike still being on our bed and I sort of expected him to exit stage left but apart from shifting a tad he laid on his side watching as the action unfolded.

“You can leave if you want,” I said as my husband bottomed out inside me.

Mike grinned and said, “I’m fine, just sussing out the opposition, never know I might learn something, unlikely, but you never know.”

I wondered if Liam might slap him, but he shook his head and got back to concentrating on ensuring a satisfactory reunion with his wife. To be honest I expected this to be a quick ‘wam bam thank you mam’ sort of fuck but Liam was clearly on a mission and that mission appeared to be ‘anything you can do – I can do better’. I was certainly enjoying his efforts, I knew most of the moves, so it was a bit unfair to compare him with the previous contestant, but he got me off again which I wasn’t expecting, not because he wasn’t doing a good job but because it’s more of a challenge when I’m exhausted.

Mike was stroking my arm occasionally and moving the hair out of my eyes when Liam got off the bed and fucked me from behind. I was now looking straight at Mike as I was being well and truly shagged. Mike was lazily stroking his cock as the action unfolded, and I could feel more of my juices flowing down my thighs.

Liam sped up, and I felt him add a load to the earlier deposit and it gave me a mini explosion to finish off proceedings. I reached for a ‘9’ in my mind – sitting on the fence maybe – but it was a great effort in the circumstances, and I was pleased my husband had delivered under scrutiny from the new man on the block.

We disentangled and stood kissing and cuddling, enjoying the aftermath but maybe also being a bit reluctant to get back on the bed with a man who was now sporting a seriously hard cock. I slowly eased my tired body back onto the damp sheet, searching for the duvet in the hope that my body would get some cover and much-needed rest. Mike clearly had other ideas.

He pulled me in and gave me a deep meaningful kiss before adding, “that was fucking hot, he was slicing through you like a knife through butter. Glad I loosened you up for him. Ready for another go on mine now?”

I looked at him and then at his cock and felt that anticipatory taste in my mouth. My body said no but my mind said yes and as ever the brain won. My hand slid down his stomach before grabbing his cock, there was already some fluid appearing and I was soon bending down to add some more lubrication with my mouth. I’d wanted a taste of this since I saw it encased in his Lycra yesterday. Our mixed juices added to the taste, and I was soon licking up and down his shaft, taking him into my mouth and teasing the back of my throat.

I took a quick glance at Liam who had joined us on the bed as he watched me intently. I’m not sure if he approved or not but I’d started so I might as well finish. I returned to sucking Mike’s cock more vigorously now and along with the squeezing of his balls I felt him start to buck his body searching for the back of my throat as I held my mouth in place and waited for him to explode. It wasn’t an explosion in all honesty, but a couple of decent spurts meant I had something to swallow for all my efforts.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he gasped. “I was hoping to fuck you again, but I’ll need a rest now before I can go again.” Thank goodness for that. The thought of him jackhammering me with that cock again would have had my eyes watering. I was struggling to close my legs without a feeling of discomfort as it was and as much as I’d like to blame it on the bike ride, I knew it was the result of being cock ridden.

I moved back and gave Mike a loving kiss before turning and cuddling my husband. He was lying on his back, erection pointing skyward. Bloody hell, when does a girl get a break. The problem is when I see a fully hard cock it’s difficult to turn it down. My throat needed a break so I decided I would risk giving him a ride this time. He shifted a bit on the bed so I could straddle him and then tentatively slid down onto his waiting pole. I will admit although the lubrication from my earlier liaisons helped, it was still a tad painful but no pain no gain is my motto. I started to slide up and down his cock, varying the depth but holding off on full penetration as I got into the groove.

A few minutes in and I was starting to enjoy myself; any discomfort was parked at the back of my brain as I sped up. Liam grabbed my hips and tried to control my speed and angle, but I was on a roll and was soon slamming down on him. I tried not to look down as I could see splashes coming from inside me each time I landed with force. I kept going sensing I was close to yet another orgasm. His grip tightened and I felt him thrust upwards as I slammed downwards. A couple of those joint efforts was enough to push us both over the edge to reach a well-timed mutual climax.

There was no energy left, and I just collapsed on him, hungrily searching for his mouth, momentarily forgetting where my mouth had been only fifteen minutes before. He didn’t complain or didn’t comprehend – either way I needed sleep.

I definitely expected Mike to retire to his bed now, but he insisted there was enough room for three. I didn’t have the energy to argue and was asleep in seconds. At some stage in the night, I felt Mike’s hard cock from behind me trying to locate its target and then half asleep I received a very gentle fucking for what seemed like hours. I’m not sure if he climaxed but I don’t think I did.

As light began to seep through the curtains, I half opened my eyes and saw Liam looking at me intently. I tried to smile, but it was an effort. He pushed me on my back and as I bumped into a sleeping Mike, my husband grabbed a pillow, slipping it underneath my arse before mounting me. I was in no position to argue and within a few minutes he was going full speed inside me, my legs somehow found the strength to hook round his back and my hands reached for his arse to pull him in tightly on each thrust. It was rough, it was quick, and it was what we both needed. As he shot his load into my aching, sore pussy I vowed to become celibate (at least for the next week) as I looked down at my battered body.

Our actions had woken Mike from his slumber, and he finally exited the bedroom and within seconds I heard the shower running. We took it in turns to freshen up. Amazing what a hot shower can do for a battered body, and I almost felt refreshed as I descended the stairs smelling a fried breakfast being cooked. We were all hungry as we devoured the food my husband served up.

We had originally planned on a bike ride before we headed home, but I was in no state to sit on a saddle anytime soon. I needed rest. Long sex sessions weren’t things I was used to at my age. We packed up and as I limped to the car (maybe a slight exaggeration) I gave Mike a farewell hug. He wanted more and proceeded to French kiss me, feel my tits and push his hand up my skirt in the space of a few seconds. As I got into the car, Mike told us he was planning a week’s cycling holiday in Majorca during the Spring if we wanted to join him.

I was non-committal, but winter sun always appeals, as does Majorcan cycling. A fit guy with a decent cock would be a bonus so maybe it was an option. We would need to discuss that in the cold light of day. For now, I needed sleep as my husband drove us home.