She was spread naked on our bed, our marital bed.  He had his face buried between her thighs.  He being my husband Andy, She being his lover.  Her knees were raised, his arms reaching beneath so that he could cup her tits as he lapped at her cunt.

He was pressed hard against her, even from my vantage point I couldn't see his mouth at work on her, but I could hear the slurp as he scoured her.  She was clearly enjoying the experience, despite my presence.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her hands behind his head, holding him in place.  My presence perhaps forgotten?

I could understand why, he is good with his mouth, he would have sucked her inner lips between his and licked the length of her slit, from clitoris to arsehole, scooping up her nectar, pausing at each end of each stroke, to drill his tongue deep into her arse at one end, then back again, to search for her clit.  Unless as was likely, her clit was reaching for his clever tongue.  As mine had so many times.

After he had made her come, he would move up, feed his cock into her and fuck her until he filled her with his spunk.  This was their punishment.

Punishment?  Well yes.  My instructions were clear and unchangeable, he could suck her tits, lick her cunt and fuck her, but not kiss her on the mouth.  When he had cum inside her, he was to pull out immediately and kiss me on the mouth so that I could taste her cunt from his lips.  If I liked the taste, I would suck his cock clean and then her cunt.

I had never had a lesbian experience, this would be my first.  But judging by how readily she had agreed to my conditions, not her first.

It had all started about six months ago, we had a row.  I can't even remember what about, but we had not spoken for the rest of the day and when he reached for me in bed later, I had pushed him away and turned my back on him.  The bastard had simply pushed down the duvet and wanked himself off, making me even more furious.

He is very highly sexed, needing release at least once a day, normally with me.  I love sex as much as he does.  We quite frequently masturbate at work, usually at lunchtimes, and tell each other about it to fuel our bedtime sessions.

My anger led me to deny him fucking me and not surprisingly, he had found comfort in the arms, or rather between the thighs, of another woman.  A colleague.  She was divorced.  They had used a nearby cheap hotel for quick lunchtime sessions.

He and I soon resumed normal relations and unknown to me, he was fucking both of us, me at home and her in the hotel, fucking her instead of having his lunchtime wanks.  Eventually they had agreed to stop and he had confessed to me.  I didn't know how to react.  I gave him the third degree.  Had they used condoms?  Yes.  Had she sucked his cock?  Yes.  Did she swallow?  She did.  Did she take it up the arse?  That he couldn't answer, they had never had anal together.  At least I had that over her.  I didn't want to lose him, he is a perfect husband, fucks like a love god and comes like a donkey.  I forgave him.

Shortly afterwards, it was his company dinner, wives and girlfriends invited.  Would she be there?  She would.  I said that I wanted him to introduce us.  I wanted to assess my competition.  He was not happy about it, but eventually agreed.

Her name was Sophie.  We shook hands.  She said,

“I've heard a lot about you.”

“”And I you.”

I could understand why Andy had chosen her, she was stunning.  Any man present would have, given the chance.  How many had?  She was a tall, slim brunette with full tits, emphasised by the low cut dress she wore.  We parted company, she had to circulate.

My jealousy returned.  I compensated by drinking, perhaps too much, and flirting with every man in the room.  Eventually, I felt bored and looked for Andy to take me home.  I found him, or rather them, in the room that had been designated as a cloakroom.  He was on his knees, she had one leg over his shoulder as he sucked her cunt, one perfect tit hanging out of the dress.  They didn't see me, I quietly slunk off.

So they hadn't finished.  Or was this a tipsy reunion?

The ride home in the taxi was silent.  In bed later, he fucked me.  Had he fucked her?  He was kissing me with lips that had kissed her cunt, fucking me with a cock that had perhaps been in her mouth or up her cunt.  Or both?  again, I did not know how to react, but it turned me on.  I enjoyed the fuck, I orgasmed.

The next day, I made my plans.  I would turn the situation to my advantage.  I enjoy porn, the nice kind.  We watched it together.  My favourite is threesomes, both MMF and FFM.  I had not experienced either.  I Also enjoy gay porn, watching good looking studs fucking.  I use the fantasy of being fucked by two men at once as masturbation fuel and occasionally fantasise about watching Andy fuck another woman, then me.  I also fantasise about watching Andy being buggered.

Andy also enjoyed threesome porn and also lesbian porn.  I had not experienced that either, but I was curious.  Could I engineer a threesome between us and fuck Sophie myself?  I confronted Andy.  He claimed that he and Sophie had in fact, ended it.  What I had witnessed in the cloakroom was a one off.  And no, they had not fucked, he had just sucked her off.  But he would run the idea of a threesome by her.

In fact, we met together for dinner at a restaurant.  Sophie liked the idea and accepted that the script would be written by me.  And here we were.

She was coming.  Her mouth had formed an O, her body stiffened and then arched off the bed as the big one hit, then she was crying out, body jerking, Andy using his weight and strength to hold her in position until she was still enough for him to proceed with phase 2, cock in cunt.

We had agreed for it to be bareback, they both had sworn that their previous couplings had been protected, now she was about to experience the full power of his ejaculation deep inside her.

I was sitting on a high backed chair alongside the Bed, for a good view of proceedings.  I too was naked.  My own cunt was dribbling, it took a supreme effort not to play with myself.  When he raised himself from her pleasure pit, face shining with her juices, and positioned himself for entry, my resolve weakened.  When she reached, as I do, for his cock with both hands and crammed him into her greedy cunt, I groaned, spread my legs wide and allowed my fingers to go to work.

I could wank without coming, edge, pleasure myself without climaxing.  I knew that my come, if I let it come, would be powerfull, distracting me from the private sex show being performed at my command.  I could wait.

Andy was fucking her with deep strokes, entering right up to his big, heavy balls.  Her legs were around his waist, arms around his neck, preventing his escape.  Now he was coming.  I know the signs, shorter, less regular strokes, then a pause before he cried out and pumped his load into her.  She squealed in pleasure as his seed filled her.

He remained embedded for perhaps half a minute, soaking his cock in his own juice, then remembered the script and slowly withdrew, allowing a backwash of cum to leak from her gaping cunt.  She squealed again, this time in disappointment, but remained spread wide as I leaned forward and engaged Andy in a kiss.  A deep, lovers kiss.  I could taste her.  Similar to my own taste, but subtly different.

I was of course, familiar with my own taste, I usually suck my fingers clean after masturbating.  Or Andy's.  Or his lips after licking me.  Or his cock after fucking me.  I was aware of why men like it so much.  And yes, I liked her taste.  I wanted more.  I took Andy's cock into my mouth and sucked it clean.  It was still rock hard.

Now came the big one.  Could I lick Sophie's spunky  cunt?  The idea was not as left-field as you might think, I didn't want to kiss her, I wanted to fuck her.  This way I would be tasting Andy, a very familiar and much loved taste, but from her, not him.  And as his taste disappeared, hers would be revealed.  A gentle introduction to girl on girl.  She still lay with her legs apart, the flow of spunk had stopped, her gape slightly less wide, but her entire genital area shone with their combined juices, the cocktail of sex.

I went for it.  Sophie yelped again as my lips enclosed hers.  At first, the taste was all Andy, then her taste, less salty, began to show.  I liked it, I warmed to my task.  I was now on my knees, head buried between her thighs as Andy's had been, my arse in the air.  I felt Andy's hands on my buttocks, his fingers parting my wet lips ready for his cock.

This also was in the script.  He would fuck us both.

I grunted into Sophie's cunt as Andy's cock stretched me, his hands came up to cup my tits as he fucked, I raised my hands to fondle Sophie's tits, finding her own hands already there.  She yielded to mine.  Andy took longer to come this time, crying out as he did.  As he rammed erratically into me, Sophie came.  I had made another woman orgasm!

Andy stayed inside me, softening as I explored Sophie's cunt with lips and tongue.  Spent, he slipped out.  Now for the final act.  I straddled Sophie's body and walked on my knees until my dripping cunt was over her mouth.  She raised her head to suck me, to clean Andy's cum from my cunt as I had cleaned hers.  Now I came.  Powerfully and unstoppably.

Yes, I could get used to this.