one of my horniest times involved my now ex wife, she worked as a barmaid at the time and was always getting chatted up, she is very attractive 5ft7ins tall with long red hair slim waist and 36c pert tits we used to have one chap who was always very pleasant with her but a true gentleman. he was a ugandan asian who had been kicked out and now lived in the uk,i shall call him john for this true story. He was a bank manager for a very well known bank and over a period of time we all became quite friendly. at this time we were trying to obtain a mortgage for our 1st house but had discovered we had a fairly low credit rating. i suggested to shell that we invite john out one nite for dinner to discuss if he could help us in anyway which we did. over dinner we explained our situation and asked for his help, all during dinner shell was playing up to him and flirting with him as we emptied about 3 bottles of wine. she was wearing a sexy black cocktail dress black stockings and suspenders and a matching bra and pair of silky black french knickers. after dinner i invited him back to our flat for coffee, we sat in the lounge and shell went to make the coffee, i followed her out and whispered to her to do anything he wanted if it helped getting the loan and went back into the lounge. a few minutes later shell called him into the kitchen, as he left the room i quietly opened the patio doors and slipped out and along to the kitchen, peering through the window i saw the two of them kissing and cuddling her and her dress was up to her waist i could see his dark hand between her legs the contrast was amazing, my cock was rock hard and i began wanking. he lifted her up onto the work surface and knelt between her legs then buried his face into her panty crotch, i could see her pushing his head harder into her pussy and her wriggling under his attention, she came very quickly and then said to him that they had better return to the lounge before i wondered where they were. i quickly zipped and and ran back into the lounge throwing myself on a sofa and pretended i was asleep.as she walked in she said the bastard, hes always doing that, he has a few drinks then passes out. he'll be there till morning now no moving him. john said maybe i had better be going but shell said no dont worry stay a bit longer, they say on another sofa opposite me and she began kissing him again, i was watching through slitted eyes, he kept looking over at me and you could see he was worried but she reassured him by coming over to me and pushing and prodding me saying look hes really dead to the world till the morning, i grunted and turned on my side so i was actually facing the sofa he was sat on. shell went back to him and they began kissing again and he was rubbing her cunt up the leg of her french knickers, he then pushed her up and got her to stand astride him facing me and raised her dress to her waist, he was fingering her while trying to get his zip undone, he eventually got his cock out, nothing exceptional about 6 or 7ins but quite thick and eased her backwards down onto it. they began fucking but i couldnt see much so i gently opened my eyes and tried to catch shell, when she did look over i mouthed to her that i couldnt see anything and to try to get me a better view. well she eased herself up off him stood up and took her dress and french knickers off then sat back down on him opening her legs wide over his, it was great i could see his dark brown cock slipping in and out of her cunt as she bounced up and down on him and it wasnt long before he came, it was bucket loads and i could hear the squelching noises her cunt was making as she worked herself off on his softening cock, he eventually slipped out of her and quickly pushed her away, he stood up adjusted his dress and said he had better be going and with that left, within seconds i had shell on her back legs up in the air and wide open and was licking her abused cunt out, i quickly came as i fucked her myself and the rest of the night was spent fucking and reliving what had gone on. well believe it or not two days later john came into the pub and told us that he had arranged a mortgage for us and all we had to do was sign. we remained firm friends for 6 or 7 yrs till he moved away but he never once mentioned that night nor did he ever try to fuck shell again. this story is wholly true although i may have missed some bits out