In the days that followed Frank fucking my wife Anne in our bed, with me right next to them, watching - and again the next morning - Anne and I had fantastic sex together.

I had asked Anne if she still hated Frank shortly after he’d left that morning, having dumped his load deep into her pussy.

She’d been a little hesitant with her reply, thinking for a moment before uttering an unconvincing “sort of…” as a reply.

We'd spoken quite a lot about everything that had happened.

It was no secret that I loved experiencing Annes pussy after someone else had used it and Anne was always firmly stating that it was the only reason she had ever allowed herself to be fucked by someone else, was to make me happy.

Of course I knew that she very much enjoyed those times too, her multiple orgasms being a bit of a giveaway, but that was always treated or spoken of as an almost secondary benefit, not ever the primary reason for encouraging her to open her legs to another man.

This conveniently suited both of us. I got what I craved, and my wife was content that all she had ever done, was only done simply to keep satisfying her husbands desires.

Her orgasms? Well yeah, but those were just incidental, not the reason why.

That’s what a good wife should do, surely?

In reality, I know that the above statement would rightfully enrage some, but it suited us both to stick to that narrative.

We felt we were always faithful to each other that way.

It’s amazing how all of us find a way of justifying our beliefs and actions, believing what we want to believe and disregard the rest* (a nod to Simon & Garfunkel, thank you)

That following week, I asked Anne if we should allow Frank to come over and fuck her on a more regular basis?

A sort of fill her up and leave I'd suggested.

I went through a number of reasons of why it could work well with Frank, and Anne listened, perhaps sceptically initially, but quite intently in the end. Playing with her pussy as I spoke probably helped.

I mentioned that he was only about 10 minutes away, that in my opinion although she said she hated letting him fuck her, if she was honest, it sort of turned her on as well, and that my need to regularly experience her freshly fucked pussy meant that Frank could be quite useful.

Anne was adamant that if she agreed to anything in the future, she didn’t want to allow anyone to fuck her without me being present.

Then, as a caveat, she added “well, at least in the house, nearby, not alone somewhere else away from you.”

I thought the way she casually mentioned that bit was interesting, but i didn’t say anything about it other than agree.

She hadn’t actually directly answered my question about Frank specifically, but I didn’t press it. She had effectively answered it by default, by not rejecting it.

“So are you going to suck him this time?” I asked.

“Nope, not in a million years” she laughed, punching me playfully.

A few nights later, during a particularly frantic fucking, when approaching her orgasm, she once again said out loud that she loves being forced to do stuff where she has no choice.

Although I had known this for a long time, her vociferous reminder of it that night was pretty much a strong hint, if not an outright instruction I thought, a very timely reminder.

But was it intended exclusively for my ears only… or ultimately for Franks?

I was hard pretty much instantly, almost every time I thought about that statement from her that week.

I met up with Frank and had a chat with him.

His eyes lit up with the possibility of fucking Anne on a regular basis, and, obviously he was all in in an instance.

He immediately asked if he could still stay the night sometimes, as he loved the morning fuck with her and I said I’d see, but at the moment it was more about quickies and then leave.

I told him he should use her for his own benefit, be pretty firm with her, to just empty his bollocks and leave.

“That’s how I usually fuck my women anyway” he said.

“Yeah…but she isn’t your woman Frank…you want to remember that. I said be firm with her, not mistreat her in anyway” I told him.

Frank thought for a moment and said “how firm is firm then? Do you mean I can be a bit forceful?”

“Yeah…just don’t go too far or we’ll fall out, ok?” I said, looking him directly in the eye.

"Can I give her a little slap if she won't suck my dick?"

"No, you can't."

"Are you sure about that ? I don't mean like really whack her, but some women like a bit of that, a bit of a slap to persuade her? I think she'd be into that you know" he said, grinning.

"I'm not saying she'd hate it, but no." I said.

He asked if she knew that we were having this conversation and I told him no, she didn’t.

“Can I fuck her in the arse” he asked, grinning as he said it.

“Not really, maybe one day, but only if you’ve cleared it with me first, understand?”

“Got it, let me know when to come over” he said, extending his hand to shake on it.

We had spoken for a while about various do’s and don’ts, length of times, regularity etc, and I had told him it was a fluid, flexible situation but if he ever stepped over the line there would be consequences.

And that it could all stop permanently at any time.

He understood and said he’d be careful not to rock the boat.

I had it my mind to get him to come over the next weekend, visualising how I’d have Anne dressed, how I would try to arrange things.

It was only about 3-4 days later when Frank called me out of the blue. It was about 11pm and I could tell he’d had a drink. He asked if I’d let him fuck Anne tonight as his balls were bursting and he was about 6-7 minutes away in a cab.

It was a Tuesday night, Anne and I were nearing the end of a movie we’d been watching. Unusually, she was in a rather plain nightshirt and plain little cotton knickers.

I glanced over at her and she had a bit of a quizzical look on her face, with a very slight frown.

She heard me say “yeah, ok” and asked who was on the phone?

“It was Frank. He said his balls are bursting, he wants to come and fuck you, a quickie…and I said yes.”

Anne stared at me but was silent.

I pulled her into me and said “let me make sure you’re ready for him, he’ll be here in about 5 minutes.”

I started kissing her, running my hands over her body and her her response wasn’t instantly encouraging. But, with me whispering about how Frank was just going to come and use her - ready or not - she started to respond.

I told her that she needed to get used to it, Frank was going to come and use her, fuck her often. She let out a whimper as I reached under her nightshirt and started rubbing her pussy over her panties.

Anne had always responded quickly to any attention down there and that night was no different.

The only words she managed to say were “but I’m not prepared, I’ve not even had a shower…” when I cut her off by saying it didn’t matter, “he’s going to fuck you anyway” as I removed her knickers.

Frank arrived bang on time.

I made Anne answer the door to him which she didn’t want to do and I heard her squeal as Frank must have picked her up and carried her into the lounge, plonking her on the couch as he stripped his jeans and boxers off.

He certainly wasn't wasting any time.

He was semi erect, and, grabbing her hand, he placed it straight onto his cock telling her to get it ready. Within a few strokes of her little hand pulling on it, he was fully erect and he climbed onto her attempting to kiss her.

Yet again Anne expertly avoided his lips reaching hers and Frank said “that’s gonna change next time bitch” as he parted her legs saying in a commanding manner “put me in you.”

Anne was laying on the couch, one foot touching the floor and the other raised up by Frank as her hand guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy.

Franks free hand went under her nightshirt and mauled her breasts.

He lunged forward and my wife gave out a sound that could only mean she had been penetrated by his cock.

Frank fucked her hard for about 4-5 minutes in which time Anne had, I thought, two huge orgasms. Her arms were around his neck by now and as Frank announced he was going to come, there was the briefest of moments when I heard her say, “yes come in me” that I thought their lips were actually going to lock together, but they didn’t.

Frank came in her with who knows how many spurts, and he collapsed on top of her.

He finally rose, and dressed without taking his eyes off her, telling her he was going to fuck her again real soon and she’d be sucking his cock next time.

With that, he left.

There was a large pool of fluid underneath Anne. A mixture of her own juices and of Franks semen. She looked a little embarrassed at the obvious proof that she must have had at least one squirting orgasm with him, despite it only lasting a few minutes.

When we spoke later about the suddenness of events, the spontaneity, she confessed that after the initial shock she found it exciting. He really had come over, used her pussy to empty his bollocks... and left.

I did too, but I knew that I also enjoyed the much longer build up of knowing she was going to be fucked later, when it had been planned by me a lot more than on that night.

For example, as it would be that coming Saturday night.

I spent the following days keeping my wife simmering with what was to come.

During our lovemaking, I had told her that he had been given permission from me to use her as he wanted. This statement from me had triggered a huge orgasm in her as she said “yessss….let him use me.”

When I said I might make her finally suck his cock, she momentarily froze, saying no…no… before she gushed below, gripping me tightly as she came again.

Friday came and we were shopping in Sainsbury. I’d been constantly replaying past events in my head and imagining what was to come now that Anne had - once again  - seemingly quietly acquiesced to my plans about Frank fucking her regularly, when I stopped mid aisle and held her in my arms.

“What was that for” she said?

“For being the wife that most men can only dream of, for doing all the things you do…just for me. Thank you.”

I was to later learn that moment had made a major impact on my wife. Any doubts she may have quietly harboured were quelled in an instance.

Clever move? Perhaps.

But I meant it.

Saturday.

We were going out for a meal, just the two of us.

I told Anne that Frank would likely be over later that night simply in order to get her pussy prepared for my enjoyment, afterwards, the way I like it.

She blushed, saying nothing in response.

I had decided, whenever possible, to refer to her sessions with Frank as nothing other than preparations of her pussy for my enjoyment.

I would tell her that her own excitement, her possible or probable orgasms with him, were fine, great, but nothing other than a by product of my need for her to be ready for me, the way I wanted her.

This seemed to please her. The ultimate get-out-of-jail-free-card again, just under a slightly different guise.

The meal had gone so well, we were both in a really good mood and with a good few drinks in us we got into a taxi home.

It was about just after 9pm and I’d arranged for Frank to be over about 10 ish.

I asked Anne to dress in lingerie and she duly obliged, returning to me in the lounge in a new matching bra and knickers, with hold ups.

She’d only just got back downstairs when Frank arrived, early of course.

She was already in the kitchen getting us a glass of wine before he rang the bell, so I went and let him in.

I told him I wanted him to chill for a little while and would give him a sign when I wanted him to take over.

“Sure, suits me fine” he said, sitting in his now usual chair.

As Anne walked in with our glasses, he let out an appreciative low whistle.

“Do you want a drink Frank?” Anne asked.

Yeah…same as you guys, whatever” he replied, his eyes repeatedly looking Anne over, head to toe.

When Anne returned with his glass, she stood in front of him holding it out but Frank just continued to stare at her body, grinning.

“Put your tongue back in Frank, chill. Hun, do you mind doing a few slow turns so he can get his fix, so he can stop drooling?” I said.

Anne, standing about a foot or so in front of him, did as I asked before offering him the glass again. This time he took it, his eyes locking onto hers.

He made an exaggerated move to adjust his cock in his pants as she handed it over.

The next hour or so was spent drinking, laughing, listening to music.

But we all knew why we were there, what it was leading to.

My cock had been almost permanently hard since the moment Anne had walked in and handed Frank his drink in her partially dressed state.

She looked gorgeous.

Frank had been telling her that he was going to fuck her soon, pretty much constantly for the last half an hour, mingled in with descriptions of an array of other sexual acts he was going to carry out on her.

As she went through to the kitchen to grab refills for us all, I followed her and nuzzled into her neck with my arms around her waist.

“Are you feeling like you want to be fucked” I asked.

Anne didn't answer, but responded by turning to face me and snogging me.

She was definitely a bit drunk now.

And definitely ready.

Her knickers had a really large damp spot that was clearly visible.

As I broke away from her kisses, I asked her quietly if she was going to suck his cock tonight?

“Not a chance” she said, before adding a few seconds later…”unless you tell me I have to.”

“Maybe…”I said as I started feeling her pussy over her knickers, “maybe not tonight…I haven’t decided yet…but eventually he’s going to come in every hole you have.”

Anne whimpered and she came hard on my fingers. I hadn’t even felt her pussy other than over the fabric of her knickers yet.

She was more than ready.

I turned to return to the lounge and told her to bring the drinks back in.

Frank looked at me expectantly.

”Soon mate” I told him.

As Anne came back in, I said “Frank, my wife seems to have wet her knickers, look.”

Anne froze, glancing down and went cherry red. The damp patch had expanded considerably in the last minute or so.

As she placed the tray down, having handed a glass to me, she took a step towards Frank with his drink when I said “I think you need to take those off in front of our guest and give them to him.”

Annes face, still bright red, stood in front of him clearly embarrassed. Looking over at me she hesitated until I nodded, signalling my impatience.

Facing him, she slowly lowered her knickers and stepped out of them, revealing her freshly shaved pussy. She picked them up and held them out to Frank.

“I think she needs to be punished for wetting her knickers mate” said Frank, “with your permission?”

Anne, looking increasingly mortified looked over at me, pleading with her eyes for me to say no.

“I agree” I said. “Go ahead”.

Frank grabbed Annes hand and despite some resistance from her, pulled her over him, over his knees.

He rubbed her arse a couple of times, sliding a finger between her lips and all the way up between her arse cheeks.

Anne shuddered and little noises started escaping her throat.

He drew his palm back and landed a beauty, firmly against her arse, the loudness indicating just how perfectly it connected. Anne screamed and her back shot up in an attempt to get away but Frank held her firmly and landed another thwack.

From just two smacks, Anne's arse was red. On one cheek you could see a clear, defined palm print.

She let out an “OWWW” and again tried to get up.

I told her to stay put as Frank gave her another few thwacks, alternating them with a more soothing rub in between.

This time after he landed a thwack similar to the first one that had connected so perfectly, I almost winced myself, it was so loud and hard. I could hear a little sob from Anne, but significantly she also bucked as he soothed her, rubbing her slit.

He continued. She gave out a guttural moan between her sobs and then gushed, bucking on his lap.

Franks trousers were seriously soaked. Annes squirting had drenched them.

I walked over and as Frank was commenting, questioning as to how he was supposed to go home with trousers literally soaking, I picked Anne up in my arms and said it was time to go up.

Anne still semi sobbing held onto my neck as I carried upstairs to our bedroom.

As I placed her down on our bed, I lay next to her, gently rubbing her obviously sore buttocks and kissing away her sobs, she responded, kissing me back passionately.

The moment my fingers found her pussy, again she came hard.

Wow. She was on fire.

She started tugging on my belt, undoing it before I slowed her down telling her our time was a bit later and that Frank was going to fuck her first, she came yet again.

As I was telling her that, Frank came into our bedroom, naked, his cock at full mast.

I pushed her away from me as she was still trying to undo my pants, so she was now flat on her back.

Frank just immediately mounted her, forcing her legs to part, and, rubbing his cock up and down her slit a couple of times just thrust home.

As he fucked her, he held her arms down with his, their fingers interlocked.

“I’m gonna come and fuck you over and over you bitch” as he started fucking her.

“Every time I need to empty my balls I’m coming over, whatever time, whatever day…got it???

Anne, her head rolling in uncontrolled orgasms was moaning out loud, almost screaming out but barely coherent.

Did you hear me you bitch…whenever I want, got it???!!! he said.

“UURRGHH UURRGHH YESS I GET IT…AARGHHHH”

“TURN OVER!”

Frank flipped her over and pushed her face down into my stomach / groin area.

He resumed his assault on my wife’s pussy, driving himself into her with force, with one hand underneath her, between her legs rubbing her clit

He withdrew after a couple of minutes, parted her arse cheeks and spat, rubbing his cock up and down the crevice and lined himself up against her arsehole. He started to push forward

“NOOOOO” cried Anne, “NOT THERE” as she tried wriggling away. I was holding her tightly in place and Frank looked at me, still poised to enter her arse.

I looked at him and shook my head, “No mate, not this time, she likes to prepare herself, be clean for that.”

Frank looked disappointed but laughed, saying he was more than happy to fuck the shit out of her, but then inserted his cock back into my wife’s pussy and said “I’m having that arse sooner or later.”

He fucked her a little longer in that position before once again taking her in a forceful missionary.

As she realised he was approaching his orgasm, Anne wrapped her legs around him telling him to come in her.

His pace accelerated and releasing one of her arms he gripped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks really hard, which had the effect of puckering her lips out. He planted his lips onto hers as he came. Anne wriggled, squealing out a slightly muffled “noooo” attempting to move her face away, but his grip on her cheeks was absolute and he forced his tongue into her mouth as he released his sperm into her.

At that very moment, Anne once again bucked underneath him as she too came hard. For a brief moment his grip on her face relaxed - she had a moment to escape his lips and tongue as he continued to kiss her as they both came, but she didn’t.

By the time of his last spurt or two inside her, she was almost reciprocating and, holding the back of his head with her free hand, as he released his grip from her face, she effectively kept his lips pressed to hers, gently offering little motions back in response to his more pronounced ones to her mouth.

I was mesmerised and I think I could or would have come that very moment had she even brushed her hand against my cock right then.

Apart from the very laboured sound of their breathing, there was silence in the room for a minute or so.

Anne glanced up at me looking a little ashamed, but then, her hand leaving the back of Franks head, she reached over and pulled me into a deep kiss with Frank still on top of her, still inside her pussy.

This gave Frank his cue to leave.

Anne and I continued to kiss. As her hands once again found their way to my pants, mine went to her pussy. It was oozing slime.

Kneeling over me, she removed my clothes and took my cock into her mouth.

She took her time, expertly easing off often, as she sensed I was on the brink. She blew me for maybe 10 minutes or so before she straddled me.

As she did, huge globules of Franks sperm splodged out over me. I wasn’t particularly a fan of that, but the sensations enveloping my cock as she lowered her pussy onto it, more than made up for it.

Anne leaned over to kiss me as she allowed herself to bottom out.

“Is this how you want me to feel like darling?” she asked. “He came a lot”.

“Yeah baby, I need this” I told her.

I came, we fucked and made love again for ages.

Afterwards, we talked about all that had happened, with her confessions about how much she had come herself, what she enjoyed etc, we went at it yet again.

It was as open a conversation as Anne had ever had with me. I loved it.

It was the first time Anne had ever orgasmed from being spanked. She hadn’t expected it, nor had she expected the pain from it, but it had made her gush.

She told me that a lot of his chat had made her come a lot, including the way he was adamant that he was going to fuck in every hole she has.

I asked her if she was going to let him do that and she said “no way”…but added that I'd told her earlier that I was going to let him. If I hadn’t have been there, she said “I think he would’ve made me and done it anyway tonight”

I told her that I thought so too, that he would’ve just fucked her how and wherever he wanted, every hole.”

I reminded her that she'd always indicated she found the idea of that a turn on.

Anne asked me how I felt when he was saying all that and especially when I could see he was trying to force kiss her.

It surprised me that she asked that.

I told her that although I never ever want anyone, nor would I allow anyone, including Frank to force her to do something that I knew she 100% did not want to ever do, it was a bit of a mixture of being quite a turn on as well, as I knew she liked actually being forced.

Anne went red again when she admitted that was true.

“So, if you like being forced, would you really be upset if he did? Remember what just happened and imagine I hadn't told him no. He would've forced his cock into your arse and probably just carried on fucking you there till he came."

Anne went quiet, contemplating her answer.

“Honestly hun…I really don’t know” she said. “It’s a bit scary because I sort of like the thought of it, of him just ignoring me saying no, but I might not like it if it actually happened.”

"Yeah, I get that. The thing is though, there's probably no way of knowing how much you'd like it or hate it if you never actually go far enough to find out. It's a difficult call, I know" I told her.

Anne quietly just said "I thought that was your call, not mine"

About 4 months went by and Frank had been over just twice. Both times were quickies. Horny but still quickies.

Frank had tried asking if he could come over quite a few times but I was the one who’d said no.

Then one night, as Anne and I were in the middle of a particularly horny session, I suddenly told her that I was going to let Frank come in one of the holes he’d never had. Mouth or arse, I hadn’t decided.

Annes response was telling. Much to her embarrassment, she came incredibly hard within seconds.

Rather than saying no, she simply asked if I was sure? It clearly had been on her mind for a while as well I thought. She was finally allowing herself to perhaps take the next step, or to actually try stuff she'd been unsure of previously I remember thinking to myself. She was signalling that she was ready for me to take the next step.

I sensed this was something that could only really happen with someone other than me. After all, I already knew I could have her any way I wanted, that she would just let me.

But for Anne, allowing herself to be "forced" by someone new, it would undoubtedly be exciting, unknown, totally taboo for her - but she still needed my encouragement, me telling her it was going to happen. She needed her choice in matters removing from the equation.

I pondered on letting Frank have her in our bed alone, or in the spare room.

I realised that if I allowed that, he’d probably take every hole as he wanted in any event - unless I made it clear what would remain absolutely off limits.

I was confident that Frank would actually stick to the rules, but of course couldn’t be 100% sure.

But would I make it clear? I wasn’t even sure myself.

I had finally, about two years previously, installed cameras into our bedroom and one of the spare bedrooms but they had never really been used. They were almost forgotten.

Originally, they were purchased with a view to me watching and listening to what Wayne had to say, but after what transpired with him, they never even got installed.

When I did eventually get round to it, sometime after Wayne was totally out of the picture, I got help from a professional company for the actual installation.

We had watched and recorded ourselves a couple of times but never really got into a habit of making any home movies. They were after all, static camera’s not ones that could follow developments, allow you to zoom in and change into multiple angles. Although, I must add, the audio quality was actually far better than the visuals.

Anne knew they were there, but neither of us had even mentioned them in absolutely ages after a small fault developed and I felt Anne hadn’t even thought about them. I’d sorted the fault out but I don’t think I ever mentioned it to Anne, neither of us had any real interest in them quite honestly.

All in all, it had been a complete waste of money.

Until now.

Now I was suddenly grateful and a little excited that they may provide something a little extra for me.

For us.

Ok, for me.

If, that is, i was going to allow Frank to have even a short period alone with Anne.

I didn't dwell too long over it. I already knew.