Brian, Tommy, Andy and Bob were over again from Ireland, for another Gypsy fair. They travel together, get the ferry across to Stranraer and the drive across to us for the night before continuing their journey the following morning. It’s a regular thing, gives us a chance to see them, have a drink, well get pissed really, as the Irish can drink, sleep it off before an early start in the morning. Emma forever tells me that the men, “are just great friends” and that she sees them as nothing more than that. I have told her though, that I have seen them looking at her in a far more suggestive way, Brian in particular. Emma said to me, “well lets see then” before going on to explain that she would flirt and see what reaction she got, her theory being that they would not respond other than joking, mine being that she had to be either careful, or ready to take on the consequences. I have described Emma before as a six foot tall woman in her early forties, but holding her age very well, she has a gorgeous smile, lovely big blue eyes and lovely big firm tits to complement the look. Her height is reflected by the length of her legs on top of which sit’s a firm tight arse that she loves to be fucked. We do not have an “open marriage” as such, but Emma firmly believes that infidelity is only fucking someone else, BJ’s and hand jobs for instance are just flirting. Tonight Tommy was in a bit of a foul mood, charming when you come to visit, but that is how he is, an open book. It turns out he had had a fall out with his girl, Jane, who was giving him all sorts of grief, any way as he was so miserable the others told him to fuck off to bed as he was driving the next day anyway and therefore couldn’t drink. Andy, who, at nearly sixty said he was going as well due to the early start. Bob and Brian had another drink as we sat in the lounge. Emma was wearing jeans, and a gypsy top, which she wears off the shoulder and thigh boots.. She never wears knickers, likes to show the shape of her arse, not a panty line, and tonight she was wearing a strapless bra, though without looking closely you couldn’t tell if she was wearing one or not. The drinks flowed and the conversation too, much about Emm’s trips to Ireland, her singing on stage and in the pubs in general, she has a fantastic folky voice and Bob then said, “you wanna hear whats said about them boots, when you’re on stage”. Emma knew the answer as Brian had said before that they were referred to as her ‘fuck me’ boots, but she asked Bob anyway. He was a little nervous but told Emma, who feigned a blush, before saying, “and what do you think?” Bob looked at me before answering, “Can’t argue can I?” leaving the ball in Emma’s court, at least I thought so anyway. It wasn’t long before Emma got up to get some more drinks, and I couldn’t be sure, but I’m fairly certain that she moved her hips just that bit more as she walked into the kitchen, a look across at Brian convinced me as he was sat with his jaw open almost drooling. Emma was a bit longer than I expected and I went to see if she needed help. I saw that she had taken her bra off now, still wore the gypsy top, but the nipples could now be seen ever more clearly through the thin material and her smile told me that she was enjoying herself. She took the drinks into the lounge and I went to the bathroom. When I came back I saw that Emma was not sat in ’her’ seat, but on the sofa, near Bob, with Brian sat opposite, still gazing at Emma tits. He looked startled when I came in and said, “ How do you cope Steve?” “What do you mean?” I asked, “ well letting her come across to Ireland on her own and the letting us come here, just to ogle at her”. I told him that I had to trust her and then Emma said, “why just ogle Brian?, the bulge in your jeans says you should be doing something else?”, with that she knelt down on the floor in front of him and ran her hand across his thigh, yet looked at me. Bob inched across the sofa, behind her and slipped his arm around her waist and leant over to kiss her neck. She can’t resist this, she gets off on this almost as quickly as if you were kissing her clit, did Bob know this I wondered. Had he been there before? As she leant into Bob, savouring his attentions, Brian sat up and reached his hands forward to her tits; stroking them outside of the top at first but then lowering the top to reveal large brown erect nipples. Bob took one tit in his hand and Brian the other as she leant back, but continued to stroke Brian’s crotch. Her sleeves were pulled down and her top now, nestled around her waist, no more than a belt really and Bob began to kiss Emma’s left tit and stroke her inner thighs, Brian copied on the right. I just watched at first, but had a stonking hard on , watching my wife, ‘flirt’. Brian was the first to come up for air and he moved down to Emma’s feet and began to remove her boots, first the right and then the left. Emma looked at me and said, “I think I might lose the bet here” as she raised her arse to enable Bob to slide her jeans down over her arse and down her long legs. She was naked, but for the top \ belt that still lay on her waist. She parted her legs slightly and allowed a preying hand of Brian’s to enter her pussy, first one finger, then two and three and she smiled ever more, groaning softly with pleasure. Bob meanwhile had taken off his shirt and lowered his jeans to his knees exposing a hard erect cock, which he now offered to Emma’s mouth, She licked around it at first and then put her tongue to the end and tasted his precum as Brian put his tongue in her pussy. She took hold of Bobs cock and slowly wanked him into her mouth, taking his length with surprising ease, moving her head as she took her mouth up and down hiscock and her hands cupping and squeezing his bollocks at the same time. I didn’t know whether to join in or not, my cock said yes, but watching was great fun. Brian removed his clothing, a bigger man than Bob, in all ways, but maybe not as muscular. He moved up to her mouth and offered his cock alongside Bobs at Emma’s lips. She took it in turns to lick them and suck them, wanking the one not in her mouth and crossing her legs and tightening her thighs which is often how she masturbates. It wasn’t long before Bob could hold out no more and he splattered his seed all over Emma’s face as he tried to withdraw from her mouth, she was a bit disappointed as she loves to swallow. Brian still fucked her mouth however and as Bobs cum dripped from her chin onto her neck and tits he began to let out the knowing groans of pleasure. Emma reached around and grabbed his arse cheeks, forcing his dick into her mouth as her held her hair and pulled her face onto him. Then with a long thrust and a loud groan he shot fully into her mouth and I could see her swallowing his spunk as he continued to thrust into her. After he had shot his load he sat back and said, “just the same here as over there then?” won’t let us fuck her but can’t resist blowing us. Emma sat on the floor in front of me, her face covered in cum and said, “it’s not betrayal I just love the taste of cum and I need two cocks at least to satisfy me” With that, more of which later. she stood up, walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth swapping spunk for saliva. “Get used to it Steve as this is how I am and if you can’t cope and join in then….2 at that she just tailed off without finishing her sentence. Since then Emma has fucked others, but with me there