“Wake up, wake up, I need you to fuck me”. It was past two in the morning last Friday night, or should that be Saturday morning, and my wife, a little worse the wear for alcohol was semi naked on top of me. she was still wearing the vest-like blouse that she had gone out in. her tits were loose beneath it as she’d taken off her bra and she still had a thong on and her boots – she knows I like that. I woke quickly, rolled onto my back and felt her gusset. It was soaking. I pulled it aside and she impaled herself on my instant hard on. she was utterly soaking. I knew someone had already been there, I could smell him. it didn’t take long for us both to come and she collapsed to the side of me and she quickly fell asleep. I decided to leave her boots on as a reminder when she awoke. But now I was awake so I went downstairs to get a drink. I watched a bit of TV and after twenty minutes or so went back upstairs. I pulled the covers back. She had barely moved. I crept back into bed. She was very warm and soaking between her legs. By now I had another lob on so I climbed on top and fucked her again. She was barely awake but she felt so good. She always had been a slut when we met at Uni. At some point of other she had fucked most of the rugby first team. But she caught a dose off one of them and as a result gained a reputation and (as she saw it then) got a warning from nature that she needed to curb her behaviour. I, on the other hand, was the mild geek on our course. one day we got paired together in a research project and we became friends. I was besotted and eventually we went out on a date. Marriage and kids came along and Cathy’s behaviour was of a model wife and mother. Until the kids left home that is. Our sex lives had become staid and she confessed to me that she found a guy at work really attractive and that for the first time she had nearly strayed from our marriage. We talked about it openly and decided that she would change jobs to remove the temptation but of course it was only a matter of time before her sights would be set on someone else. Her alpha female instincts had never left her all those years, she had merely been curbing it while she brought up our kids. now she needed another guy’s spunk inside her. We contemplated swinging but it wasn’t really of interest to me – I genuinely only have eyes for her. And I don’t regard myself as cuckold so I wasn’t interested in having guys fuck her in front of me. she isn’t that into complete strangers so dogging wasn’t for us. She needed a fuck buddy of some sort. At the time I was travelling a lot, taking a flight at least once a week. I found a reliable cabbie to take me to the airport and pick me up. Rav is his name. We got to know each other well and on one trip I took my wife as it was an overnighter to Stockholm, somewhere she had always wanted to see. In the cab on the way to the airport it was clear that Cathy was taken by Rav. He was tall, good looking and with a rugby player build which is not that common among many Asian men. He was a good deal younger than us and I knew from my previous conversations with him that he was happily married with two young boys. He was ogling my wife through the rear view mirror that morning though. Despite it being early in the morning I decided to give Cathy a bit of attention in the back of Rav’s cab. I nuzzled into her neck telling her what I was going to do to her when we got to Stockholm. I had my hand up her skirt rubbing her pussy through her knickers. She was looking straight ahead at Rav’s rear view mirror glances. At a red light he turned right around to look at her. At the airport we paid him and said thanks. That night in bed we had fantastic sex as I told her that Rav was going to fuck her tomorrow with my blessing. What Cathy didn’t know was that I had texted Rav during the day to say I hope he enjoyed seeing my wife. He replied saying very much so and that he hoped to see more of her someday. I reminded him that he was due to pick us up next evening and that he needed to look after her and take her home as I needed to stay on in Stockholm an extra day. I didn’t need to stay on of course but I told Cathy that Rav was keen to see more of her. I also said that she was to go home alone with him that evening and although we would fly back together, I would hang the airport for a while before getting a different taxi home. She had my blessing to seduce him but only instead of paying for the fare – I'm not going to pay him to fuck my wife - oh, and not in our house please. When we landed that second evening Cathy went to meet with Rav and explained that it was just her as I was staying on another evening. My heart was racing wondering if she could go through with it. I should never have doubted it. An hour later I was home. The house was in complete darkness but I knew that Cathy was home as her handbag was on the floor. She was in bed as instructed (if she had fucked him). I went upstairs and without saying anything stripped and crept into bed. She was on me in seconds. Her pussy was drenched and she stank of sex. She had broken her married duck and I savoured every second of post coital sex with my lovely wife. She told me about how Rav had fucked her in the back of his cab on the way back from the airport. She had told him that she had no cash and that he could either stop at a cashpoint or she could pay him in kind. His choice. Naturally he chose the latter. She told me how good it felt to feel another man come inside her. How she had missed that feeling over the last twenty years.She had scratched her itch. For now at least. There was more fun to come with Rav and of course the events of Friday last week. Part two to come.