Written by Rupertandjade

Erotic
7 Dec 2006


The following tome is fairly lengthy so I hope you stick around to the end. As a professional writer I believe that the build up is as enjoyable, if not more so, than the denouement, so stay with me and I promise the journey will be worth it.

Every word of the following tale is true, only the names of those involved have been changed to protect the innocent; namely my wife and I. Some of the dialogue I was able to recall verbatim, otherwise I have attempted to capture the essence of what was said.

I met my wife Jade when she was nineteen and still a virgin. It was love at first sight for me, though Jade took a little longer – about three dates she reckons. She was at Cambridge reading law while I was in the third year of my English literature degree. I was also in the Footlights and occasionally did some stand-up at the London Comedy store, though I could never really warm to the usual rowdy stand-up, pup, stag night crowd. I much preferred to be back in Cambridge with my books, my writing, and Jade.

I stayed on in Cambridge after graduation to commence a master’s degree and do a bit of tutoring, but in reality to wait for Jade to complete her degree so that we could move to London to really begin our lives together.

Jade’s parents are originally from Japan, and although she is fluent in her mother tongue, she is also very properly English – a perfect symbiosis of east meets west. She is breathtakingly and exotically beautiful, and although, when we first moved to London, she was approached several times by ‘reputable’ modelling agents, she’s always said no. She maintains that models, no matter how well paid, are nothing more than walking mannequins. There’s also the fact that she’s extremely shy and could never appear on a catwalk in a bikini, never mind in someone else’s underwear.

After Jade graduated we did, as planned, move to London; though, at the insistence of her parents, we did have separate flats. I started teaching while writing on the side, and Jade commenced work with a large corporate law firm. After a brief separation while Jade worked in Tokyo for a year, and I taught English in Hong Kong, we were finally married in the mid nineties.

Fast forward thirteen years and Jade is now an eminent barrister while I’ve written two successful West End plays, one screenplay, and recently had my third novel optioned by a major publisher. We live in Kensington and although we don’t have any children yet, they are definitely on the horizon. And while Jade comes across as being rather conservative, in bed she is extremely passionate and a wonderful and energetic lover. Her striptease routine could entice an erection out of a concrete Buddha. She is incredibly sexy, loving, and faithful. She would never dream of going outside our marriage, and the thought has simply never occurred to me, well not seriously anyway. Which makes what happened recently all the more amazing.

During our lovemaking, Jade occasionally lets out the f-word while she is in the throws of passion. I find this incredibly sexy and want her to do it more often and louder, but afterwards she is always apologetic and completely embarrassed in case the neighbours might have heard, which just shows you how conservative she is. Recently I’ve been trying to get her to throw off the shackles of repression and really let herself go by encouraging get her to give voice to her fantasies. She claims that she doesn’t have any, which of course is a lie. Everyone does.

Recently, however, just when she was on the brink of orgasm I tried again.

‘C’mon, Jade,’ I said. ‘Tell me your greatest fantasy.’

‘I want to fuck you,’ she screamed, edging closer to orgasm. ‘I want to keep on fucking you until you’ve got nothing left.’

‘That’s not a fantasy,’ I replied, disappointed that even on the brink of orgasm she couldn’t completely let herself go. ‘That’s reality.’

She brought herself to a fevered orgasm and then collapsed onto my chest. After a few moments she recovered and said, ‘Why do you want to know my fantasies?’

‘Because I want you to be able to let yourself go,’ I replied. ‘I want to know your inner most feelings. Your deepest urges. I want you to be able to share them with me. No matter what they are.’

‘No,’ she said. ‘I couldn’t.’

‘Come on,’ I prompted. ‘It’ll be liberating for you.’

‘Okay,’ she said, after a slight pause. ‘Promise me you won’t get mad.’

‘That’s the whole point of the exercise,’ I said. ‘It’s a fantasy. Doesn’t mean you want to live it out, especially if it involves goats. It’s about trusting one another.’

‘Goats?’ She sat up on her elbow and stared at me. She is so gorgeous I couldn’t help but lean over and kiss her succulent lips.

‘Right,’ she smiled. ‘I sometimes fantasise about…’ she trailed off.

‘Go on,’ I urged her. ‘You can do it.’

She looked a little guilty but carried on. ‘Okay. I sometimes fantasise about… being in a threesome.’

Wow! Now this was more like it. I thought her fantasy would be totally innocent. Something about a feather, or dressing up. Something tame. But this? This was great.

I decided to push things a little further. ‘So what’s the make up of your threesome?’

‘Sorry?’ she asked.

‘Who’s in there with you? Two women? A man and a woman? Two men?’

‘Oh,’ she said rather guiltily. ‘Two men of course. You remember that conference I went to in Paris last year…’

My eyes widened at this new information. Perhaps Jade wasn’t as shy and repressed as I’d always thought. Wrong.

‘… and I ended up surfing the channels late one night and there was this porno on. It was pretty disgusting I thought, but one scene showed this woman being ravished by two men and she was loving it. I felt a bit guilty because it really turned me on. I ended up…’

My mind started racing. She ended up what? Going down to the bar and picking up two men who ravished her all night like the woman in the movie. Wrong.

‘… running a bath and masturbating a couple of times.’ Oh well; still a lovely image.

‘So what’s yours?’ said Jade obviously feeling good to have shared hers with me.

Up until that point my fantasy had always been the clichéd one of having two women at once. But now that Jade had told me her fantasy I felt excited and sick at the thought of having a threesome with her and another man; something that I’d never even contemplated before. My mind raced with images of a stranger running his hands all over her perfect body, caressing her breasts and roughly grabbing her firm, delicious, peach-shaped bottom; of her licking his balls and taking his cock deep in her mouth and then finally him thrusting into her from behind while fingering her arse – something that I’ve never been allowed to do, which I assume an experienced guy would expect to do, much to Jade’s surprise and, hopefully, delight. It was nauseating and yet exciting at the same time and the oscillation between the two extreme states made me feel quite dizzy.

‘Well,’ she prompted, because my mind was still racing. ‘I’m waiting.’

What I wanted right now was to share Jade’s fantasy. It was a whole new world to me. The thought having two women at once seemed quite dull in comparison. Well dullish.

‘I’d like to watch you,’ I said. ‘I’d like to sit on a chair beside the bed and watch while another man makes love to you. And then I’d join in.’

‘Wow,’ said Jade. ‘Well at least our fantasies are compatible and don’t involve livestock.’ We both laughed at this which broke the tension that had been building.

‘One question remains,’ I said. ‘Would you like to live out your fantasy?’

There was a moment’s pause which turned me on even more, because I automatically assumed that she would say a firm ‘No!’ This meant that she’d actually thought about it. My innocent, repressed, sexy wife had actually thought about being the centrepiece of a threesome. Of being tag teamed. Possibly even doubled. I felt physically sick, but in a good way.

‘You won’t get mad?’ she said.

‘No of course not,’ I replied. ‘In fact I love you even more because you’re sharing this with me.’

‘Well, providing that it doesn’t impact our relationship…’

‘Which it won’t,’ I assured her.

‘And providing we found the right guy,’ she continued and my heart was pounding against my chest. ‘Then, yeah, I’d love to live it out.’

‘Do you have anyone in mind?’ I asked, almost, but not quite, believing what I was hearing.

‘No,’ she replied a little disappointed. ‘No one that springs to mind.’

‘What about Graham?’ I asked, referring to our widowed next door neighbour who was still extremely fit despite being in his mid fifties. He was forever checking Jade out, running his eyes all over her wonderful body whenever we got together for drinks or attended the same dinner party. Still, he was hardly alone in that regard. He was only human after all.

Jade’s eyes widened at the suggestion. ‘Next door Graham? I don’t think so!’ The she considered it further, which turned my stomach in knots. She actually considered it.

‘No. It’s too close to home,’ she finally said. ‘What if it didn’t work out? We’d have to move. Or what if he went a bit weird and we came home one day and found the rabbit on the stove?’

‘We don’t have a rabbit,’ I joked along with her.

‘All the more reason not to get one,’ she said. ‘All the more reason not to involve the neighbours.’

We both laughed at this. However the more I thought about it I must admit that I was a little disappointed that she didn’t say yes to Graham. I could have gone and got him there and then and then sat back in sickening expectation, and then watched the delicious actuality as my wife was ravished by another man.

The talk had made me rock hard again by this point – harder than I’ve ever been in my life – something that Jade had obviously noticed. She leapt on me again and we made love for over an hour only this time, with my encouragement, Jade gave full voice to her threesome fantasy: ‘I want you to fuck me hard as I suck his cock and lick his balls.’ This must have been so liberating for her.

‘Then we swap positions?’ I ventured.

‘Yeah,’ Jade agreed. ‘Only you’re not allowed to touch me this time and can only watch while he fucks me to the ultimate orgasm.’

‘Can he finger your arse?’ I asked, pushing the boundaries a little further.

This was a little bit too far for Jade. ‘Certainly not,’ she replied. ‘But he can lick it if he wants.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘You’d let him lick your arse?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ she eagerly agreed. ‘That would be incredibly sexy. I’d absolutely love that.’

‘But you’ve never let me do that?’ I complained.

‘And that still goes,’ she said. ‘You’re my husband. I’ll be having breakfast with you the next day. I could hardly look at you if you’ve had your tongue up my bum. I certainly wouldn’t be able to kiss you, not for a while anyway.’

Fair enough.

We both fell asleep completely contented. I didn’t think Jade could ever let herself go like that, and it was wonderful to behold.

Nothing really happened for a while after that. We had a dinner party a couple of weeks later and Graham, our next door neighbour, was the last to leave. Jade was a bit tipsy by this point, and for one delicious moment I thought that something might happen because they were both on the sofa and Jade was saying that he was a lovely man, that he would meet someone else, and then she put a consoling hand on his shoulder and he thanked her by brushing her cheek with his hand and saying how beautiful she was. I left them alone in the lounge room while I started clearing up. As I was stacking the dishwasher I, rather disappointingly, heard the front door close, and I realised that Jade was just being what she is: a beautiful, wonderful, caring person. She was just being a good neighbour. The thought of enticing Graham into our bedroom for a bit of naked bed-top wrestling obviously hadn’t even crossed her mind, though I’m sure it had crossed Graham’s.

After that the mythical threesome became an integral part of our ‘raunchy’ talk during love making. And that’s as far as I thought it would ever go. I wasn’t going to push her to live it out; that was entirely up to Jade. If she really wanted to live the dream then I would consider it, but if the idea of actually going through with it repulsed her or at any rate no longer interested her, then that would be it. The fantasy would be enough – for both of us. There was also the slight problem that I was becoming quite well known in the media following the success of my plays and my first two novels. Jade also has a fairly high profile – higher than mine anyway – given that her work as a barrister often sees her involved in high profile, human rights cases. And while any extra-marital escapade on our part is unlikely to make headlines in the tabloids: “Naughty Author and Bawdy Barrister’s Threesome Fun”, we would, nonetheless, undoubtedly find our way into the gossip columns if the person that we chose for our first, and possibly only threesome, was anything other than the embodiment of discretion. On top of that there are several right wing politicians who would love nothing more than to knock Jade and the rest of her chardonnay sipping socialist cohorts off their soapboxes.

About six months later I was sitting in my study correcting the proofs of my new novel when Jade sent me a text message the thought of which still causes the adrenalin to shoot through me. My buzzing phone snapped me out of my trance. I flipped open my mobile, opened Jade’s message, and read it in growing disbelief and excitement. What she wrote was this: “RU still up for playing out our fantasy?”

I loved the way that she said ‘our fantasy’. My stomach was churning as I hit reply and hurriedly tapped out a response: “I’m listening.”

I was in knots as I paced about my study waiting for her reply. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my mobile buzzed again: “chck yr email.”

I don’t like it when people text me in that abbreviated manner. As an author I’m constantly reminding Jade that we don’t own the language, we’re just custodians of it, and it’s our job to pass it onto the next generation in tact and, where possible, improved. She just thinks that I’m a complete language snob, and she’s doubtless correct. Obviously, however, on this occasion she’d found the text medium too constrictive and had sent me an email instead. I quickly logged on and found a note from Jade sitting in my inbox:

Hi, Babe, please stop me and delete this note if you think this is a bad idea. Then again, if the thought of living out our fantasy excites you half as much as it does me then keep on reading. Still with me? I hope so. I think I’ve found someone whom I would love to join us in a threesome. And I know for a fact that he’d be into it. Do you remember Peter who I used to work with when we first moved to London (of course you do – you thrashed him at squash). Well we sort of kept in touch when he moved to Hong Kong. He’s always sent me a note and sometimes a bottle of champagne when I’ve won a big case. I know I’ve never told you about this, but that’s because I felt a bit weird about receiving presents from another man. You know me. Anyway he lives in Paris now and this morning he sent me an email wondering when I was going to come and visit him. So I replied and said that I was coming to Paris this weekend to do a bit of shopping. I bought two tickets on the Eurostar for Friday afternoon. I hope you don’t despise me. Even if we change our minds and don’t want to go through with it (which I probably won’t) then we’ve been working so damn hard lately and besides, we never really got around to celebrating your new book contract, so if anyone deserves a weekend in Paris, it’s us.

Please text me back and tell me what you think. I’ll be waiting here on tenterhooks until you do.

All my love

Jade

I quickly tapped out a reply on my mobile because I know that Jade would have been sitting there fretting until she’d heard from me: “Sounds like it might be fun. Let’s go and see what happens. Love Rupert.”

I couldn’t focus on my proof pages for the rest of the day. My stomach was doing cartwheels over the possibilities of what might await us, and particularly Jade, in Paris that weekend. I had to go for a long walk around Kensington Gardens just to get some head space.

Of course I remembered Peter. He can’t have been that much younger than our neighbour Graham now that I thought about it; early fifties at best. He was a fine looking man as I recalled. Sophisticated, classy, bit of a wine connoisseur. A bit too smug for my liking, but then again he was a corporate lawyer, it goes with the job description. He used to taunt us because he was Oxford educated while we were Cambridge graduates. He was on his third wife when I met him at Jade’s first company Christmas party, and judging by the amount of women that flocked around him, I suspected that he must have also been on his umpteenth mistress. He was one of those men that women can’t seem to resist. He was cocky, he was arrogant, but that must have been part of his appeal, because Jade was always coming home with stories of his legendary womanising. She once told me that a young graduate had joined their firm. She was a full on feminist apparently – hated the old boys’ network. Despised Peter on sight. Called him a sexist pig in front of everyone during her first staff meeting. Peter didn’t let a small incident like that get in the way of a challenge. He’d bedded her before her first week was out. Took her out to the country, tied her to a four poster bed and gave her a good, old fashioned, grown-up rogering. Apparently she screamed the house down so much that they were asked to leave the hotel that they were staying at. I remembered that Jade had giggled like a schoolgirl when she told me this story. I also clearly remembered that Peter fancied the pants off Jade and was not in the least bit subtle about undressing her with his eyes whenever we were with him in a social setting. Aside from the fact that she is, and always has been, drop dead gorgeous, I think he thought of her as a real challenge because she was innocent, naïve, and happily married, and, because of this, unobtainable. No one was unobtainable as far as Peter was concerned. He also used to try and take the piss out of me, because being a writer he obviously thought I was a bit wet – oh for the glory days of Hemingway, Behan, and Dylan Thomas; when being a writer actually meant something. Peter didn’t realise that, apart from being a writer, I was also a seasoned stand-up comedian and could quickly put him back in his place which I had no problem doing no matter how senior he was in Jade’s company, or how much it embarrassed Jade. He also tried to tease me about my working class background – I’m from the north and my father and two brothers are all miners – but there was no joy for him there because I’m proud of who I am and where I’m from and it’s only pretentious, smug gits like him who have issues with the working class because they fear the unknown – and isn’t that how racism works? This shut him up for a bit. Then one day, and completely out of the blue, he challenged me to a game of squash clearly intent on showing Jade his superior physical prowess while embarrassing me in the process. I almost felt sorry for him as I towelled him 9-0, 9-0, 9-0 as Jade watched on proud as punch. What the poor guy didn’t realise was that I’d played A-grade comp until I’d left home to go to Cambridge, and still played regularly while I was doing my studies. After that Peter stopped trying to humiliate me and tired to become my friend instead, which was just as well for me because I was quickly running out of skills. We had dinner with him in a group a few times, and once or twice Peter and I had gone to a football match together and then on for a drink afterwards. When he stopped trying to impress me he was actually a good laugh and a really intelligent bloke. To my surprise I found that I really enjoyed his company, but I was always cautious when Jade was with us because of his roving eye, which he enjoyed roving up and down Jade’s body. Then he was transferred to Hong Kong and we lost touch, or at least I thought we had. Jade obviously hadn’t. It was her little secret. Well good for her. She’s entitled to a few little secrets. I was delighted for her.

We didn’t talk about our proposed Paris liaison for the rest of the week. Nor did we make love. It was as if we were saving ourselves for the weekend, which we were treating as a mini-break. We knew that nothing might happen with Peter – fully expected nothing to happen actually. But we were going to enjoy our weekend away no matter what fate had in store for us.

On Friday afternoon I took our overnight bags and, as agreed, met Jade at Waterloo Station. On the trip to Paris we talked a little about how we would play it, how a little shake of the head from either of us at any point in the evening would mean the whole thing was off and that we would just carry on with the meal or drink as if we were just catching up with an old friend. Being an author I’d plotted out a possible scenario that eased the transition from drinks in our room (should we get that far) to a full on threesome (should we get that far) that was both innocent and seamless and allowed either of us to bail at any time. Jade was nervous yet excited about her role in my scenario.

‘That’s so sexy,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘I’m getting wet just imagining it.’

We checked into our hotel, showered separately and then got ourselves ready. I had a raging hard-on the entire time that I was in the bathroom, as I conjured up possible images of what might happen later that night. Would Jade really be making love to another man in a couple of hour’s time while I looked on in nauseous delight? My stomach churned as I fantasised Peter undressing Jade with his eyes at dinner and then undressing her for real with his hands later back in our suite. I was in new territory here. I’d made love to three women in my entire life. Three! Two fumbles in my parents’ bedroom as a teenager with girls from school, and Jade. While Jade had only ever had one lover – me. My mind raced as I thought about what an experienced Casanova such as Peter might do to my sweet, innocent, inexperienced wife. Would he want to tie Jade to the bed, as he’d done with that other lawyer, and give her a good, old fashioned, grown-up rogering? Would he lick out her virgin arse as she had openly fantasised about? And having done that would he try to finger her arse as he pounded his cock into her in the doggy position? Is that the sort of thing womanisers did? And if he did try to finger her arse, would Jade let him? The butterflies were so out of control in my stomach that I almost vomited. I was forced to dab cold water on my face to calm myself down a bit. One thing I promised myself was that I would not be the one to bail out. This was Jade’s fantasy – I was only playing along with it – though it had become my fantasy once she’d suggested it. I wasn’t going to let her down by whimping out no matter how nauseous the thought of another man pawing over her body made me.

Jade had arranged to meet Peter in the bar downstairs at 7pm. She didn’t tell him that I was coming, which I thought was pretty clever as he might have bailed thinking that he had no chance of seducing Jade if I was there.

We took the elevator down to the lobby and made our way over to the bar. Jade looked unbelievably sexy as she strode across the lobby. It was still warm so she was wearing a figure hugging black cocktail dress that was short without being tarty. Her high heels showed off her incredible legs which are for the most part usually hidden beneath her barrister’s robes. More than a few heads turned her way as she entered the bar.

She waved to Peter who was sitting at a table near the bar with a glass of wine. He came over to greet us his eyes almost popping out on stalks when he saw what Jade was wearing. He gave Jade a hug and a double cheek kiss. More of that later if you play your cards right, buddy, I couldn’t help thinking.

‘Hello, Rupert,’ he said, warmly shaking my hand. If he was disappointed to see me, then he wasn’t letting on. ‘It’s been too long. I can’t believe that you never came out to see us in Hong Kong.’ “Us”, apparently, included his third wife Danielle to whom, against all odds, he was still happily married. She was French, Jade later informed me, and didn’t mind his occasional dalliances, as long as he allowed her the same marital leeway in return, which he did. Maybe Peter wasn’t as sexist as he appeared.

‘Shall we have a drink first?’ asked Peter. ‘Or shall we go straight to dinner?’

Jade and I were both pretty hungry after our journey so we said that we’d prefer to eat first.

Peter took us to a delightful yet small French restaurant where we ate too much, drank too much, and talked and laughed like the old friends that we were. Jade and I had such a good time that we forgot all about why we were there. We smiled and discreetly shook our heads a couple of times as if to say, “What did we think we were doing?” It was all too ridiculous to contemplate. Did a couple of novices like us really believe that we would actually go through with a threesome with an aging stud like Peter? It was laughable.

Peter had morphed into a terrific bloke during his time in Hong Kong and rather than tell us about all the women he’d bedded during his time in the east, all he could talk about were his children, which he’d never really done before. He was the proud father of three grown up children all of whom were doing extremely well for themselves. His eldest daughter, who was about Jade’s age (early thirties), was a thoracic surgeon in the States, which kind of put my tinkering around with plays and novels into a bit of perspective.

After dinner Peter asked us if we wanted to go to a show but we both declined saying that we were tired and looking forward to a good night’s sleep, which by this time, and given the amount of wine that we had consumed, was absolutely true. I don’t think either of us was thinking about the fantasy at that moment, well I know I wasn’t, and Jade confirmed later that she wasn’t either.

Peter walked us back to our hotel, which wasn’t very far, and shook my hand at the entrance. Then he gave Jade another hug but held on for a little longer than might be considered sociably acceptable, even by French touchy/feely standards. He even nuzzled into her neck but there was a sadness about his doing this that spoke of lost moments, missed opportunities, of moving on, of getting old. And when he let go of Jade I noticed that he had a tear in his eye which he brushed away with his hand.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what’s up with me lately. Crying for no reason. Don’t see much of the kids. Scattered all over the world.’

‘It’s okay,’ said Jade. ‘You were a good father.’

‘I don’t think I was,’ he said. ‘Never really there for them. And now they’re not there for me. Still,’ he continued after a pause, ‘life goes on. They’re happy. Je nais regret rien. Well not much anyway.’

‘Do you want to come up for a drink?’ asked Jade and my eyes widened. I thought for a moment that we were back on. Then I realised that she was just being herself. She was just being friendly. The idea of sweet, wonderful, innocent Jade embroiled in a wild, raunchy threesome at that moment was frankly quite laughable, and probably the furthest thing from her mind too.

‘No,’ said Peter. ‘Thanks anyway. But you two want to get an early night. Enjoy Paris tomorrow. You don’t want to be lumbered with a sad old act like me.’

‘Oh no,’ said Jade who wasn’t letting him go anywhere in the state that he was in for fear that he might jump in the Seine. ‘Please come up for a drink with us. Tell him, Rupert.’

‘She’s right, Peter. Come and have a drink with us. We insist.’

Peter relented. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Just one to cheer me up. Then I really must be getting off.’

In the lift on the way up, I caught Jade’s eye a couple of times and she seemed to be suggesting something but I really couldn’t be sure.

Once in our room Jade opened a bottle of chardonnay from the bar while Peter excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom. As Jade poured the wine she gave me that look again only this time she said, ‘Well, what do you think?’

‘About what?’ I said and meant it.

‘You know,’ she said. ‘About what we planned? Our roll in the hay.’

I was stunned. It never occurred to me, from almost the moment we met up with Peter, that Jade would seriously consider going through with it. In fact every indication, from both of us, suggested that we were silly to even think of such a thing. And that such fantasies are best left at that. As fantasies.

‘Are you serious?’ I whispered in case Peter overheard us. ‘He’s too messed up.’

‘All the more reason,’ Jade replied.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

‘I mean,’ she continued, ‘all the more reason to give him a good time. The night of his life even. Help snap him out of this melancholy that he’s drifted into. It’s just not like him.’

‘And what about you?’ I said. ‘Don’t do it as a charity case for him. It has to be for you first and foremost.’

‘It is for me,’ said Jade after she’d glugged a mouthful of wine. ‘I want to do it. I really want to do it. My nipples are getting erect just thinking about it, and I can’t tell you how wet I am just being in the same room as both of you. It might be a complete disaster, but I want to try it. We’ve talked about it for months. I’ve fantasised it for ages. I want to try it at least once before I die.’

‘Jade,’ I said. ‘You’re thirty-four.’

‘I know,’ she replied, refilling her wine glass. ‘But it’s now or never. If we call it quits now, I know I’ll never get this close again. It has to be now.’

‘And if Peter’s not into it?’

‘Then he’s not into it,’ she said. ‘We’ll call it a night and you and I will go to bed and watch a movie and make love, and in the morning we’ll have breakfast and go and do some shopping and sightseeing, knowing that we gave it a shot and came pretty close. What about you, are you okay?’

I paused for a moment. ‘If you want to live the dream, then I’m up for it.’ I wasn’t going to bail on her. Not now we’d come so close.

Jade smiled suggestively. ‘I hope you’ll both be up for it.’

Peter emerged from the bathroom, apologising for his behaviour and saying that he was just being silly. We brushed off his apology while Jade handed him his wine. Jade had booked an executive suite so our room had a separate bedroom, which spared the embarrassment of one or all of us having to sit on the bed, which usually dominates most hotel rooms. We sat down in the lounge area of the suite with Peter on one of the single chairs and me and Jade on the sofa. Jade had kicked off her shoes and had curled her legs up on the sofa totally relaxed. She looked unbelievably sexy, though my stomach was churning the thought of where the evening now appeared, against all odds, to be taking us. Having assumed since we met up with Peter that Jade wouldn’t want to go through with it, it was thrilling and yet sickening to suddenly learn that she was raring to go.

Peter had recovered by this time so we drank a little more wine and made more small talk about the pros and cons of living in Paris, living in Hong Kong, living in London. Paris had the best food (and the best looking women both Peter and I agreed), Hong Kong had the best attitude (and also some spectacularly beautiful women), Jade rolled her eyes mockingly at us over this, while London had that indefinably quality that a wonderful place too. It also had Jade, I announced proudly, the most beautiful woman on the entire planet. Peter gave a hearty ‘Here, here’ in support of this statement and raised his glass to Jade. Jade blushed at Peter’s toast, but I think it made her even wetter.

It was only a short while later, during a pause in conversation, that I asked the question that I’d worked out in our role playing scenario on the Eurostar.

‘If you could have any job in the world,’ I said, ‘what would it be?’

‘Who me?’ asked Peter.

‘Well anyone. Jade?’

‘Can I think about it for a moment?’ said Jade, sticking to the script.

‘Of course. Peter?’

Peter thought for a little while. ‘I’d like to do something meaningful if I had my time again.’

‘Really?’ I said. ‘Isn’t your job meaningful now?’

‘Not really,’ he said a little down. ‘In fact not at all. It’s highly paid, highly stressful, but utterly meaningless. I make rich people richer. Jade’s the one who’s done the meaningful work. She cares about her clients.’

‘Not all of them I don’t. Some of them are complete bastards.’

‘But what about some of those human rights and immigration cases? Your lot practically made the Home Secretary bend over and grab his ankles on a couple of those.’

‘Thanks for that image, Peter,’ said Jade laughing.

‘So what would you do,’ I probed, trying to stick to the scenario.

‘I’d be a surgeon. Like my daughter. A life saver.’

‘And think of all those sexy nurses that you could have too,’ said Jade with a huge smile on her lips and suggestion in her voice.

‘Well there is that,’ Peter agreed. ‘Little perk of the position. So what about you, Jade?’

‘Not yet,’ she replied. ‘I’m still thinking.’

‘Rupert?’

I took a sip of wine and then said, ‘Movie director.’

Peter looked confused. ‘Isn’t that what you do now? I mean, I saw your movie, on a flight to Hong Kong actually, and I thought it was great. Didn’t you direct that?’

‘I wish. I just write them. Well it. I’ve only written one screenplay. And it wasn’t even my idea. I was just brought in to adapt someone else’s novel. I wasn’t even allowed on the set while it was being shot. There’s far more integrity in being a playwright or a novelist. I’d like to have total creative control. Be a writer/director, like Woody Allen, but minus the whole marrying daughter, inverse Oedipal thing obviously.’

Both Peter and Jade laughed.

‘Is that a serious ambition of yours?’ asked Peter, genuinely interested.

‘Not really,’ I admitted. ‘Too much responsibility. Once you roll cameras on a movie set, it’s the biggest taxi metre in the world. Don’t think I could handle the stress to be honest.’

‘Okay then,’ said Peter, ‘we’ve bared our souls, now what about you, Ms Jade?’

Jade looked coy. It was a lovely piece of acting. I didn’t realise that she was so good. I might cast her in a cameo role if I ever make it to the director’s chair.

‘I can’t say,’ she said. ‘It’s too embarrassing.’

‘C’mon,’ said Peter. ‘You’re amongst friends. And lovers.’ He looked at me when he said this, so as to avoid any confusion. I could literally feel Jade tingle next to me on the sofa.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’d like to be a stripper.’

I looked across at Peter as she said this. His eyes widened and he appeared stunned.

‘A stripper?’ he said dumbfounded. ‘You? Sweet, little Jade? A stripper?’

‘That’s exactly the reason,’ said Jade, improvising beautifully. ‘I was always such a good girl; at home, at school, wherever. Always studied and worked hard. Never gave my parents a bit of trouble. So just once, just once mind you, I’d like to take all my clothes off and have a bunch of men ogling my body.’

‘Are you serious?’ said Peter. ‘Would you really do it?’

‘Oh God no!’ said Jade. ‘Could you imagine the tabloids?’

‘Brazen Barrister Bares Bum and Boobs for Boozy Blokes,’ I offered and Peter burst out laughing.

‘Maybe you should go down to a nudist beach some time,’ suggested Peter, ‘and let it all hang out. I’d be happy to accompany you.’

‘Peter!’ said Jade in mock shock. ‘And besides, it wouldn’t be the same if everyone was doing it.’

‘Well…’ I started but trailed off.

‘Well what?’ said Jade.

‘No, I’d better not say it. You’ll only say no.’

‘What?’ said Jade. ‘Not necessarily.’

‘Go on,’ encouraged Peter. ‘What were you going to say?’

‘Well I was going to say, you’ve got two “blokes” her now, you could always put on a little show for us.’

Jade’s eyes widened in shock. She was loving every minute of this because it was going so well. ‘No way! I couldn’t. Peter’s an old friend and you’re my husband. It would be just too weird.’

‘You don’t have to go all the way,’ I suggested.

‘Yes she does,’ said Peter laughing.

‘You brought your bikini for the hotel pool didn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ said Jade, even though we both knew that she hadn’t.

‘Well put it on under your dress and strip down to that. Peter would see you in your bikini at the beach or the pool anyway, so what’s the big deal?’

‘I wouldn’t see her in a bikini if it was a nudist beach,’ said Peter. ‘Not for long anyway.’ He winked at Jade.

‘I can’t believe that you’re serious,’ she said. ‘And I can’t believe that I’m contemplating it.’

‘Go on, Jade. Be a sport,’ said Peter.

Jade stood up and polished off her wine. ‘Okay then,’ she said. ‘But just down to my bikini.’

‘Spoilsport,’ said Peter as Jade headed off to the bedroom to get ready. She poked her tongue out at him when he called her a spoilsport.

‘Oh, I like that,’ he said. ‘More.’

While Jade was in the bedroom preparing herself for her striptease routine, Peter told me that I was a very lucky man as he’d always found Jade incredibly sexy and he was extremely jealous of me. It was clear from this that he would definitely be up for what Jade had in mind for him.

After a few minutes Jade came back in carrying our portable CD player, which we hoped Peter would assume belonged to the hotel. She asked Peter and me to move the coffee table from the centre of the lounge area, which we did willingly.

Jade was wearing almost the same as before, except she’d also put on a pair of black stilettos to go with her slinky black cocktail dress. She’d also put on a pair of long, black gloves which she’d brought especially for the occasion.

‘I can’t believe that I’m doing this,’ said Jade as she turned on the CD and immediately Edith Piaf’s smouldering tones filled the room.

Peter sat back in his chair ready for the show. From the confident way that he positioned himself, it obviously wasn’t the first time that a woman had disrobed for him – amateur or professional.

Jade was a little self-conscious at first as she began gyrating to the music. She slipped off her first glove and tossed it at me, and then she removed the other one and threw it suggestively at Peter. Peter caught Jade’s glove and inhaled its perfumed aroma. Then, with her confidence growing, she glided over to me and placed her foot between my legs. I took this as a sign to remove the stiletto, which I did gladly. She then moved a little awkwardly over to Peter (because she was only wearing one stiletto) and put her other foot between his legs. Peter helped Jade take off her shoe and then ran his hand up and down her calf, which Jade patted away playfully. I didn’t feel nauseous anymore. I still didn’t know where this would end, but judging by the way Peter felt up Jade’s leg as he removed her stiletto, I was pretty sure what Peter had in mind.

Jade came over and knelt down in front of me but facing away. She was really getting into it now. All her inhabitations appeared to have vanished. She was ready for the time of her life.

I did as planned and slid the zip of her dress halfway down her back. Then she stood up with her back to us and sexily shrugged her shoulders out of her cocktail dress which then cascaded to the floor where she immediately stepped out of it.

Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He chin almost hit the floor.

‘Sorry boys,’ said Jade, looking at us over her shoulder in her best coquettish manner. ‘I didn’t have my bikini with me after all. I hope you don’t mind.’ Jade doesn’t like wearing thongs, but her sexy black lace underwear left almost nothing to the imagination. Almost. Jade turned around and smiled at us. ‘You like?’

‘Yes,’ said Peter. ‘We like. I’ll show you how much.’ And with that, Peter took a cushion and placed across his lap. ‘Is it getting hot in here, or is it me?’

This was Jade’s bail out point. She’d done as planned and had stripped down to her lacy underwear. If she no longer wanted to go through with it, the plan was for her to give a little bow, collect her discarded clothes and then disappear into the bedroom and get changed. After which we would draw the night with Peter to a close, have a laugh about it when he’d gone, and then go to bed and watch a movie. If, on the other hand (which I still seriously doubted even at this stage), Jade wanted to carry on with the plan, then her underwear was about to hit the floor.

Jade smiled at both of us which I assumed meant that it was all over. Then she looked down at her lacy underwear. ‘Do you want me to keep going?’

I practically froze on the spot.

‘Yes,’ pleaded Peter. ‘Take it off. Take it all off.’

I was speechless.

‘Well if you insist,’ said Jade and began gyrating to the music again.

Peter looked at me and fanned himself with his hand. I couldn’t believe that she was really going for it. Jade. Sweet, gorgeous, lovely, innocent little Jade, who had only ever had lover, was going for a threesome.

Jade did a couple of twirls and then, with her back to us, unhooked her bra and eased her shoulders out of it. Then she tossed the bra over her shoulder to Peter who caught it and rubbed it all over his face. Jade looked at me over her shoulder as if to say, “Is this actually happening?” I smiled and nodded at her to continue. But this time I was, of course, practically bursting out of my pants once I’d recovered from the shock of her going for it.

Jade turned around to face us but with her hands covering her breasts. ‘Want a peek?’ she said cheekily.

‘Yes please?’ I said.

‘More than anything in the world,’ pleaded Peter.

‘Okay then,’ Jade teased us. ‘Because you’ve been such good boys.’ And with that she gave us the briefest of flashes.

‘More,’ begged Peter. ‘I’m old. My eyes didn’t have time to focus.’

‘I’d better come a little closer then,’ said Jade as she danced seductively over towards Peter. ‘Is this better?’ And with that she removed her hands giving Peter a delicious eyeful of her perfectly rounded and firm breasts. She then raised her hands into the air and did a few belly dance moves, which she learned briefly for a laugh and stress release a few years ago. Peter’s tongue was practically dragging on the floor by the time she’d finished.

‘Want a feel?’ She said this to me rather than Peter, obviously trying to give off the impression that allowing Peter a feel of her magnificent breasts would be pushing things too far.

‘Oh, yes,’ I said. ‘If you’re sure.’

Jade came over and straddled me facing out. I quickly ran my hands up her back and around to her wonderful tits, which I cupped in my hands. She signed deeply as I caressed her breasts and ran my fingers firmly over her erect nipples.

‘Oh that’s so good,’ she moaned. ‘Don’t stop.’ She was losing herself in the moment and getting very close to an orgasm.

‘Jade,’ I whispered quite loudly. ‘We have a guest.’

Jade snapped out of her trance and then stood up. ‘Oh, sorry, Peter, I was almost gone there for a minute.’ For a moment Peter assumed that the show was over but then all of a sudden Jade moved across to Peter and straddled him the same way that she had me.

Peter couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked over at me as if to ask if it was okay. My shrug was all the sign he needed and he quickly ran his hands up her sides until he was expertly molesting her beautiful breasts and Jade was moaning in ecstasy and moving her hips in the rhythm that he was creating.

After a couple of minutes of this, during which time I was almost ready to orgasm myself just through what I was witnessing, Jade stood up again and moved away from Peter. As she did this Peter made a grab for her panties and tried to playfully pull them down which he only half managed to accomplish giving us both a delightful glimpse of Jade’s pert bum. She quickly patted Peter’s hand away and moved into the middle of the room and pulled her panties back up.

‘So what about these?’ she said, referring to her panties.

‘Off,’ I said.

‘Yeah,’ agreed Peter. ‘Take them off or I will.’

‘You nearly had them off then,’ said Jade, looking at Peter over her shoulder. And with that she slipped her thumbs through the elastic, and after a few more sexy gyrations of her hips, inch by glorious inch, she lowered her panties down until we had a full view of her perfect bottom. She let the panties fall to the floor and then ever so casually stepped out of them.

She came over and straddled me again but this time facing me. She kissed me deeply and passionately like I’d never been kissed before. I ran my hands all over her body as she did this. Then she stood up, moved over to Peter and did the same to him. His hands explored every inch of her body as his tongue probed her mouth. He squeezed her bum quite roughly which Jade appeared to thoroughly enjoy. Then Peter’s right hand disappeared down towards her pussy. I couldn’t see what he was up to down there, but judging from Jade’s moans as she rocked up and down on his lap, it must have been pleasant.

Just as it looked as though she had to orgasm, Jade stood up, turned around and held out her hands to both of us.

‘Let’s go to bed,’ she panted.

Peter and I both stood up and took hold of Jade’s outstretched hands.

‘Ménage a trios?’ said Peter, his eyes like those of a rabbit caught in a lorry’s high beam.

‘Well we are in France,’ said Jade as we followed her perfect, peach-shaped bottom into the bedroom. Peter couldn’t resist and gave Jade a playful smack on her bum.

‘Oh, yeah,’ she squealed. ‘More of that please.’

Jade crawled seductively onto the bed on all fours and then turned around to get a look at us.

‘Get it off,’ she demanded. ‘I want you both. I want you both right now. I’m so horny I want to fuck until dawn.’

‘Jade!’ said Peter in mock shock as he began unbuttoning his shirt. ‘And I thought you were such a good girl.’

‘I am,’ agreed Jade. ‘But for one night only, I’m going to be bad. Very bad.’

I removed my clothes as if I was in a dream, while Peter did the same. I stopped when I got down to my underpants because I realised that I’d never been naked in front of another man before, at least not in a sexual situation. I wasn’t sure how I would measure up.’

Peter though had obviously been here before. He turned around and slid off his underpants in a mock strip tease the way that Jade had done revealing that, for an older guy a least, he had a firm tight butt. It didn’t do anything for me but Jade was clearly impressed.

‘Now turn around,’ she demanded of Peter. ‘I want to see what I’m getting.’

With a loud ‘Da dah,’ Peter whipped around revealing himself in all his glory to Jade.

‘Oh yes,’ said Jade, staring in awe at Peter’s eight inch erection. ‘I like.’ She licked her lips in anticipation. ‘I want.’

I eased myself out of my underpants. Let’s face it, if my wife didn’t mind appearing naked in front of another man, then neither did I. Although I wasn’t quite as big as Peter, I was still pretty close. And besides, I was super fit and could go all night if necessary.

Jade moved down and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Come here,’ she said to Peter. ‘You too, Rupert.’

Peter moved forward until he was standing to attention right in front of Jade. I stood next to him like an obedient wing man. Peter playfully slapped his cock against Jade’s face a couple of time as if taunting her to grab it.

‘Mmmmnnnn, lovely,’ said Jade as she took Peter’s cock in her hand and began stroking it. I almost vomited with the thrill of it. This was the first time my wife had touched another man’s cock. I was ecstatic and jealous all at once as she stroked Peter with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. And I understood at once what Jade was up to. She didn’t want Peter know that she was so inexperienced, that she’d only ever had one lover. So she was putting on a show for him; making it look as though, despite the girl next door, innocent image, she’d been around the block a few times just like he had. She was doing an incredible job of it as well.

Peter put his head back and groaned in pleasure as she massaged his throbbing cock. Then Jade lowered herself down and started licking his balls while increasing her stroke rate. Peter could hardly control himself.

‘Oh, yeah, Jade,’ he groaned. ‘Do it. Do it to me, baby.’ He was definitely teetering on the brink.

‘Don’t you dare cum,’ demanded Jade. ‘I’m not finished with you by a long shot. We haven’t even started yet.’ And to think, only a few months ago, I’d thought of Jade as sexually repressed.

Jade ran her velvet tongue up the length of Peter’s shaft and then swirled it around the head of his cock. She looked over at me as if she was asking my permission to carry on. As soon as I nodded my assent she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it hungrily into mouth.

‘Oh, yes,’ moaned Peter. ‘Suck me. Suck me hard. Oh Jade that’s so fucking good.’

As Jade was sucking Peter, she reached over to grab me, but I gently moved her hand away. I was enjoying the visuals so much that I didn’t need any helping hand. And besides, it was so erotic watching my horny, innocent little wife getting down and dirty with another man, that I was pretty sure it would only take a couple of strokes and it would be all over for me, at least for a while, and I wanted this to last.

Instead I sat down on the bed next to Jade and ran my hand up and down her back as she continued to work her magic on Peter’s swollen cock. I could feel the muscles in her upper back and neck working overtime as she moved back and forth in rhythm with Peter’s thrusts into her mouth.

She must have sucked him for a good five minutes, during which time I went and got the chair from beside the bed and moved it closer to get a better view.

Peter opened his eyes and looked over at me because Jade had stopped sucking him and was kissing his stomach while stroking him at the same time.

‘Not joining us, Rupert?’ asked Peter.

‘He likes to watch,’ said Jade, smiling at me.

‘Oh does he now?’ said Peter. ‘Well in that case let’s give him a show, Ms Jade.’ And with that Peter pushed Jade gently back onto the bed and buried her face between her legs. As he licked her to ecstasy, Jade grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull his tongue in even deeper. Peter ran his hands up her body and started massaging her breasts while expertly licking her pussy. I was right about him being experienced. He certainly knew how to push Jade’s buttons. In next to no time she was shuddering to her first orgasm of the evening.

After Jade had orgasmed, and lay panting on the bed while gently caressing her own breasts, Peter backed off a little and began kissing the inside of her tender, milky thighs. She was soon aroused again and pleading for more. Peter duly obliged and slipped a couple of fingers deep into Jade’s pussy.

Jade’s never been that fussed about being fingered so she looked up at Peter and said, ‘I want your cock in me now!’ Peter removed his fingers and sucked off her juices while Jade eased herself further up the bed. Peter reached over for his pants and removed a condom from his wallet.

‘Were you expecting something tonight?’ said Jade as Peter unravelled the condom over his cock.

‘Well I always live in hope, especially with you,’ said Peter as he crawled onto the bed to join my gorgeous wife. ‘But as soon as I saw that Rupert was with you I never really gave it a second thought, until now that is.’

‘Oh so you reckon that you’re going to get some now do you?’ teased Jade.

Peter admired Jade’s perfect body. Her pussy was still glistening from where he’d just licked her to a frenzy. ‘Well unless I’m very much mistaken, Ms Jade, I’m fairly confident that pretty soon I’m going to be fucking your brains out.’

‘Oh, I hate it when men take me for granted,’ joked Jade. ‘But on this occasion you happen to be right.’ And with that she thrust open her legs and beckoned Peter into her. ‘C’mon then. Fuck my brains out.’

While I climbed onto the bed for a closer look, Peter moved up onto Jade and then lowered himself down on top of her. ‘Oh, baby are you going to get it.’

‘Yeah,’ sighed Jade. ‘Promises, promises. C’mon then. Give it to me.’ Jade moved her hand down and grabbed hold of Peter’s cock and rubbed it against her clitoris, like she’s done with me a thousand times. And what a feeling that is.

Jade released her grip and then gasped as the head of Peter’s cock entered her pussy. ‘Oh yeah,’ she sighed. ‘That’s good.’

Peter waited a few moments for Jade to get used to his size and then eased himself fully into my wife while she moaned in pleasure.

‘Oh that feels so good,’ said Jade. ‘I feel so full. What do you reckon, Rupert?’

I hardly knew what to say. Here was my gorgeous wife with an eight inch cock buried up to the hilt in her pussy.

‘Unbelievable,’ I said because it was. ‘What about you?’

‘Better than I ever imagined.’

Peter slowly started sliding his cock in and out of Jade’s tight little pussy. ‘Did you two plan this?’ he asked, not unreasonably. He wasn’t upset. Just curious.

‘Yeah,’ said Jade. ‘Well sort of. We thought we’d have dinner with you and see what transpired.’

‘So it worked out quite well for all of us?’ said Peter as he picked up speed.

‘Stop talking and screw me!’ begged Jade.

‘Especially for me,’ said Peter. ‘I’ve fantasised about doing this to you since the day we met.’

‘To think,’ gasped Jade. ‘All those wasted years that you could have been having me.’

‘Tell me about it,’ said Peter. ‘We’d better start making up for lost time.’

‘Well stop jabbering about it and get on with it,’ Jade pleaded.

‘My aim is to please,’ and with that Peter stopped talking and began pounding Jade’s pussy for all he was worth.

‘Oh yes,’ screamed Jade. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Oh my God, you’re going to make me cum again.’

‘You hot little wench,’ yelled Peter. ‘You wanted me too, didn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ screamed Jade. ‘I’ve fantasised about having your cock buried in me for years.’

I sat back in my chair and thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle of Peter and Jade fucking and Jade experiencing her second orgasm. I always thought of love making as a purely visual experience, and while it is that, there is also a huge amount of aural pleasure on offer. The sound of Jade and Peter’s bare skin slapping hard against each other as they fucked themselves raw is not something that I will forget in a hurry.

No sooner had Jade orgasmed again than Peter began really pounding into Jade’s pussy. As Jade screamed in ecstasy Peter withdrew his cock from her dripping pussy, yanked the condom off his cock, and then shot a load of cum across Jade’s stomach and up as far as her tits.

Jade scooped up some of Peter’s semen on her finger and proceeded to lick it off, rolling her tongue around the tip of her finger as if it was a cock. This was all I could take. I jumped onto the bed and began kissing Jade passionately. The mingled taste of her saliva and her lover’s spunk was erotic beyond belief. I lowered myself onto my beautiful wife and began fucking her twice as hard and as twice as fast as Peter had done, while he took up residency in the spectator’s chair.

‘Go for it, Rupert,’ Peter encouraged.

‘I want doggy!’ demanded Jade after about ten minutes of wild fucking in the missionary position.

‘Oh, yeah,’ said Peter whose cock I noticed was beginning to show interest in the proceedings again.

Jade turned around and bent over in front of me in the doggy position. Well with her perfect bum on offer I didn’t need a second invitation. I grabbed hold of her cheeks and slid my cock into her satin vice. I started slowly at first and then began thrusting harder and harder.

‘Grab my ass!’ demanded Jade, and ever the obedient husband I did as I was instructed.

‘Oh yeah,’ moaned Jade. ‘I love you fucking me from behind.’

Meanwhile Peter was now fully erect again. He clambered back onto the bed and made his way up to the far end where Jade’s head was bowed with the pleasure that I was giving her. As soon as she saw Peter’s erect cock, however, she grabbed hold of it and, after a few licks of its head, sucked it into her mouth again. Peter was soon pumping his cock into Jade’s mouth again for all he was worth as well as reaching underneath and caressing her tits. Meanwhile I was ramming my cock into her pussy and slapping her bottom at the same time. I thought about how pleasurable this must have been for her, after fantasising about it all this time, and I hoped that it was everything she dreamed that it would be and more.

All of a sudden the sight of my gorgeous wife sucking her lover’s cock while he fondled her breasts was too much for me and I shot a huge load deep inside her.

I collapsed breathless back onto the bed.

‘Finished, Rupert?’ enquired Peter withdrawing his cock from Jade’s mouth.

‘For now,’ I said.

‘Then stand aside, young man,’ joked Peter in a deliberately pompous manner. ‘And let me show you how an expert . You may have thrashed me at squash, but now I’m going to thrash your wife in return. You can get me another condom.’ Peter moved down behind Jade and slapped her bare bottom.

‘Oh yes,’ squealed Jade in delight. ‘Thrash me! Take your revenge on me.’

I tossed Peter another condom and then moved up to Jade’s face and kissed her tenderly on the lips while Peter continued to slap her bottom, harder and harder.

‘How is it?’ I asked her.

‘Fantastic,’ she moaned. ‘I came again when you were doing me doggy style. I nearly bit Peter’s cock,’ she whispered and we both had a giggle.

‘So we could say that you’re enjoying yourself?’

‘It’s more pleasure than one woman can handle,’ she said. ‘Not that I want it to stop.’ And with that she gave a little ‘Ohhh’ as Peter eased his cocked inside her yet again.

I fondled her breasts while Peter began increasing his stroke rate from behind. I bent down to kiss her on the lips again.

‘Ask him to lick your arse,’ I suggested while I was down there.

‘No,’ she said. ‘I think that’s a bit much.’

‘I thought you really wanted someone to do that to you?’

‘I do,’ she said. ‘But he’s giving me so much pleasure; I don’t want to push it. You do it.’

‘What?’ I said excited. ‘Lick your arse?’

‘No,’ she said. ‘Ask him.’

‘Okay.’ I knelt up and looked at Peter who appeared to be edging closer to his second orgasm. ‘Peter; Jade was wondering if you would lick her arse. She’s too polite to ask.’

Peter smiled at this idea and so did I. My wife was on all fours as her lover fucked her from behind having just slapped her bottom red raw, and all while her husband looked on approvingly. Still, politeness costs nothing.

‘It would be my pleasure,’ said Peter and he immediately withdrew his cock and bent down and inserted his tongue up Jade’s arse.

‘Oh yeah,’ screamed Jade. ‘I like that. Don’t stop.’

I moved down for a closer look. Peter’s tongue was going ten to the dozen as he licked my wife’s tight, virgin arse. He even spread her a little wider with his fingers so he could get his tongue in deeper.

‘Oh my God!’ screamed Jade. ‘That is incredible.’

Peter slathered his tongue all over her arse and up and down the length of her bottom. ‘Do you want me to fuck you up the arse?’

My eyes widened. I’d never even contemplated that. I wasn’t sure how Jade would react. In the throws of passion she might even agree to it. She certainly appeared to be considering it.

‘Well,’ said Peter as he began rubbing the head of his cock against the entrance to Jade’s arse. ‘Do you want it up the arse? I’ll take it easy.’

‘No thank you,’ said Jade but still keeping her bum in the air so that Peter could lick it again. ‘Cocks are for pussies only.’

‘And mouths,’ I reminded her.

‘Of course,’ replied Jade.

Peter bent down and began licking her arse again. This was so deliciously naughty that I almost came again.

‘Okay,’ said Peter, coming up for air. ‘No cock. So how about a little finger action?’

Before Jade even had the chance to reply, Peter stuck his middle finger into his mouth to lubricate it and then slowly inserted up Jade’s arse. She let out a little gasp as his finger first entered her, but rather than slump forward to remove it, she actually pushed back so that she could get Peter’s finger in even deeper.

Watching my wife’s virgin arse being fingered by her new but experienced lover was too much for me. I gave myself a couple of strokes and then came with an almighty groan.

Peter kept fingering Jade’s arse, but repositioned himself so that he could insert his rock hard cock back into her pussy. He pumped her in both holes in unison for about five minutes solid until finally Jade screamed to an intense climax. She fell forward face first onto the bed and just lay there panting.

‘Mmmmnnnn,’ she moaned. ‘That was delicious.’

Peter removed his condom and began stroking his cock until he too lost control and unloaded a huge squirt of semen all over Jade’s bottom. He moved further up the bed to her and ran the head of his cock over Jade’s bum, lubricating it with his own spent semen. He then moved up a little higher and tried to shove his slowly deflating cock up Jade’s arse but she wasn’t having it.

‘No, Peter,’ she said as she moved up the bed and turned around to face us. ‘Nice try but not up my bum.’

The three of us just lay there totally spent for quite some time.

‘Do you want to watch a porno?’ I asked, remembering how this had all started with Jade watching a porno in Paris late one night. I thought it might give the evening a bit of symmetry.

‘I think we just made one,’ said Peter.

‘Maybe later,’ said Jade getting up from the bed. ‘I’m going to take a shower.’

We both watched Jade’s perfect body as she made her way into the bathroom. She turned around and smiled at us from the bathroom doorway. ‘Thank you boys, that was incredible. Every woman should have a threesome at least once in her life.’

Before we had a chance to respond, Jade had disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I felt a bit self conscious lying naked on the bed with another man – even though I’d just watched him fuck my wife and lick and finger her arse. People are strange I guess. In the end I covered myself with the sheet.

‘Do you mind?’ said Peter, nodding towards to bathroom.

‘Of course not,’ I said. ‘Knock yourself out.’

Peter crawled off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. After a few minutes I heard Peter’s moans and Jade’s ‘Oh yeah’s emanating out from the shower. I moved closer to the bathroom hoping to get a peek at the action. I couldn’t really see much through the steam but I could hear their bare skin slapping hard against each other as they went for it again in the shower. I thought about joining them, but after the display that they’d just put on, I thought that I’d give them a little privacy this time.

Peter stayed with us for most of the weekend and it really was the most amazing sexual experience of our lives – though I think Jade enjoyed herself the most given that the attention was almost always entirely on her.

To date, our romp with Peter was our first and only threesome experience. Peter was keen for us to return to Paris for an encore performance but so far we’ve resisted, at least as a couple. Jade has undertaken a few Paris ‘shopping’ trips on her own and I’m happy with her to continue just as long as she is enjoying herself. Jade’s work is extremely stressful and if this outlet gives her some added spice and excitement to her life then I am more than happy with the situation. She isn’t in love with Peter, she maintains, but she loves the idea of having a Parisian lover, even if he is English. The excitement of experiencing a new lover, a different cock, and unfamiliar roving hands, was such a turn on for Jade that she reckons she’s entitled to have at least one more lover, given how I have had three in my life. She’s even discussed the possibility of having a threesome with Peter and including an older French friend of Peters, but nothing has happened so far.

Peter actually stayed with us last weekend while he was in London on business. We didn’t manage a repeat performance as it turned out. Instead, Jade spent Saturday night bed hopping and Peter and I worked overtime in order to give my darling wife another night to remember. At one point I did manage a voyeuristic sneak peak through Peter’s open bedroom door as Jade rode him like an insatiable cowgirl.


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