Some years ago I stayed a few nights in a remote country pub about 30 minutes from a town where I was working. The first couple of nights I got on friendly terms with a family couple, Martin and Julie who ran it. She had a really good bum, though it never occurred to me I would have full visiting rights to it before long. Late on the 3rd night I was the only one left in the bar with Julie, as she locked up. She went back behind the bar and I said flippantly, without thinking, ‘Time for my goodnight kiss then.’ Blow me down if she didn’t actually lean over the bar and give me a full passionate kiss! I learned quite a while after that she and Martin had always fantasised about ‘her and another man’, but had no intention of risking their local reputation, or of advertising. If it came along, it came along. As Julie fancied me, and I lived a long way away, I had been chosen as the lucky one! They just hadn’t known whether I would be up for it, or how to talk about it, and so my casual comment was a godsend. Of course I didn’t know that at this point. As readers will know, it is one thing for her to have decided to have sex, and another to \'get her all the way\'. Julie came out from behind the bar and we had a serious kiss, and the full implications of it given her married status hit us and were turning us both on. She told me to wait as she had to make sure Martin had gone to sleep. She disappeared and I waited ten minutes by the fire until she reappeared. her working clothes had gone and she wore an ordinary nightie. Little did I know that a very excited Martin was now in the office behind the bar, with the intercom switched on and looking through the two way mirror. Julie and I kissed again and she slapped my hand away from her bum saying ‘That’s not for you!’ rather forcefully. I dutifully removed my hand and sent it back there a minute later, this time with no problem. I started to move my hand round her waist to the front, and found it gripped really hard before Julie relaxed just slightly and kept her hand on mine as it reached her bush. I could sense her turned on with at a relative stranger discovering how wet she was. I just palmed her bush gently (it was soaking) and I let my tongue gently start to tongue fuck her mouth as I lightly fucked a single finger gently inside her cunt. She grabbed by shoulders and started to judder, and I felt a warm gush over my hand. It wasn’t ‘whether’ her wifely virtue was up fro grabs any more, simply a question of how I wanted to have her. She was muttering ‘I musn’t, I musn’t’ under her breath as I eased her onto a bar stool with her back to the bar, and \'irrevocably\' opened her legs. We dry fucked for a minute or so. Then I couldn’t really wait any longer, and just unzipped myself, and let a very hard and urgent cock rest against her bush. Martin said later that all he could see from behind were Julie’s shoulders and her knees either side of me, and he was poleaxed by rhythmic guttural moaning of an incredibly turned on Julie being \'broached\' and realising that a real live cock was finally all the way there and enjoying her. We fitted like a glove, and it was territorial fuck. I just knew it was her first away match, and there was an unspoken understanding that where a cock has been it will go again, whatever her husband might want. All I had to do to claim visiting rights was to leave my calling card, straight from my balls. So I did, and Julie just clamped her legs round me as I did her. What sealed my visiting rights, she said later, was the fact that I pulled out, licked her looking up at her through her legs, got incredibly hard immediately, and just got straight back into her for seconds. We were incredibly turned on by the illicitness of it, and neither of us ever forgot that first fuck. This time I pulled her nightie off, and she asked me to do her up on the bar, which we just managed. I could see her bouncers bouncing with big hard suckable nipples, and looked down to her \'respectable\' bush to see conquest in progress. Inside she felt fantastically ready for cock, and she got plenty. Of course she wanted Martin to see everything, though I didn’t know that then. After we calmed down we went to our separate beds, and when I left the next day Julie checked me out of the pub. I was very discreet with the other staff being there and gave no hint at all of what had happened, but she said very pointedly that I was welcome to come back any time. It was about six weeks before I rang to book a room, and Martin took my booking. When I arrived, Julie took me out for a drink in the garden, and when I made a quick pass at her, she explained everything and that she and Martin wanted things to continue if I did. The only requirement was total discretion, not least because of the children. They would arrange times when she could be with me. Later that evening, extra help took over behind the bar. Julie went up to ‘look after the children’, and a few minutes later Martin followed up to their flat. Julie then came to my room, and Martin looked after the children whilst Julie, the outwardly highly respectable mummy, fucked her brains out in my room for about an hour. Previously unexplored parts like her bum went permanently on my visiting rights list, and she made no bones about swallowing. She went back to Martin quite late, without washing. She brought my morning tea, and fucked again quickly before going down to sort out breakfast. Over the next couple of days she had masses of sex, going straight from me to a waiting Martin. The key (and I leave this for readers to remember) was that I also got on well with Martin. He was as much part of this as Julie. Long ago I learned that married people should be left plenty of space to adjust to illicit sex, without coarse crowing in reality, whatever fantasies one might be into in the heat of the moment. There are real people there. Martin and I got to know each other in a non-competitive friendship and we had that secret camaraderie that men can have when they are both having the same woman. Julie and Martin trusted me, and I didn’t let them down. We became good friends, with benefits as they say, and I still stay there on my travels, even after four years. The cuckolding was their initial thing, but we moved on from there to do almost all the things that three people can do together. I have carefully avoided telling more than the bare bones of the story, and \'Martin\' and \'Julie\' have since moved to another pub.