So after her first taste of extra marital sex, V was very comfortable with her new found freedom and the dinner invite from James came at just the right moment. It wasn’t arranged but randomly we were out for drink a few days before the date and she started acting a little strange. Asking what was the matter, she pulled me in close and said that James was over at the bar with another guy from work and maybe we should leave. They had noticed her and thinking that it would be highly suspicious suggested that she go over and say hello. This was a real test for both of us but actually worked out for the best in the long run.

As she spoke to them I saw them looking across to me, my wife looking embarrassed. James nodded a hello and gestured asking if I wanted a drink. He’s got some balls I thought but raised my glass to say yes, why not. V disappeared to the ladies and James walked across to hand me the drink. He shook my hand and introduced himself, as did I. An awkward moment followed so wanting to make this as painless as possible, offered him a seat at the table which he accepted. They were leaving shortly but had a few minutes.

In a way it was good to meet him and I could see why he was popular with the women in the office. Tall, handsome with a Mediterranean appearance. A bit of small talk followed, with the subject of him fucking my wife deliberately avoided, but now, putting a face to a name, there was now a picture in my mind of them together in bed. This was a good picture. His friend came over and it was time for them to go. James left his seat ‘Good to meet you, say goodbye to V for me, and have a good night’. And with that he headed out of the bar, no doubt relieved to be leaving after meeting the husband of the women he had fucked.   

V retuned and was flustered. ‘OMG that was so embarrassing, I had to hide!’ After reassuring her it was all fine she soon relaxed again. ‘Good choice, he’s nice’ I replied and she blushed, looking away. This chance meeting was inevitable at some point so it was good to get it out of the way for everyone. We left shortly after and on the drive home, she put her seat back, and opened her thighs enough to flash her white knickers. Changing the route home, I took the car down a dark lane and pulled over at the entrance to a field. Leaning across to kiss her, I helped her slip out of her knickers which were swiftly discarded in the footwell. She tugged at my fly and released my cock. Spreading her legs I climbed over and entered her very moist pussy. The first car fuck since our dating days. Meeting James had got us both going it seemed.

When we got home she had received a number of messages from him. Mostly around how uncomfortable it was earlier. Helping her dictate a reply, he was relieved to hear that everything was cool and my wife was looking forward to his little dinner party in a couple of days time. 

Date night arrived and V confessed that she had butterflies. We agreed that I would drive her there just to be sure that I knew where she was. She would get a taxi home.  

She tried on a number of outfits before opting for a low cut dress exposing her cleavage. She chose red underwear which I had bought for her and black stockings. She looked classy but with that available for a fuck look.

Dropping her off, I watched as she walked to the door of his house and as she was welcomed inside. She sent a little wave as I pulled away.

A few G & T’s later, sitting at home, a message came through. ‘He would like it if I could stay the night if its ok with you?’  I had imagined that they had already fucked that evening but perhaps not. Request approved.  

It was a long night, images of him enjoying my wife put a halt to any sleep. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, his tongue darting into her pussy and then fucking her relentlessly in all positions. The next day, she confirmed that this was a pretty accurate description of what had taken place.

She visited James at his house a couple more times for sex and hearing about them afterwards was amazing but there was more to explore and a conversation was needed. Would he be willing to come to our home? One step at a time, they could have the house to themselves at first then maybe when I was at home. There was no rush but work was taking me away for day or two a week so the opportunity was there. V raised it with him and he agreed to visit and see how he felt. V took a day off work and after dropping me to the train station, returned home. James would be popping over that afternoon. We live down a private lane with no close neighbours.

As it turned out he was more than comfortable and they spent a couple of hours fucking for the first time in our marital bed.  Another step forward. In my absence, my wife enjoyed his company in our home on a couple more occasions. She revealed that our sofa had also been a setting for their passion. He seemingly had a vast appetite for sex with her and she was a willing participant.  

A family problem arose that we needed to handle so a couple of weeks passed without any further dates. The break was a good to enable us to reset and decide where next this arrangement would go. James was in touch and was clearly missing his share of her.

It was a Saturday and we had the house to ourselves until Sunday afternoon. Free of responsibilities, we thought about a trip somewhere but decided to buy some nice food and drink and have a romantic dinner at home. We had a pub lunch and a little too much wine. James had been messaging and was clearly missing his dates with her so I suggested that maybe she could ask him if he would like to join us that night. We had discussed this a few times and V was unsure but, encouraged by the wine, put the idea to him. Having sex alone in our bed was one thing but with her husband around, that was an entirely different dynamic. Reassuring him that it would be more of a social, where we could all get to know each other better, he agreed to come over. There was plenty of food and drinks for 3.

We both dressed fairly casually, although V always looked good in tight jeans anyway, and we popped the cork on a bottle. I would see to the food, whilst she was to make sure that he felt at home. She was nervous but not apprehensive so when he arrived, I answered the door and welcomed him into the house like anyone else that we knew. He looked good. A fairly tight fitting black shirt and dark jeans.  

James didn’t seem uneasy in any way and there wasn’t any noticeable awkwardness between us. I led him to the kitchen where V was waiting and she said hello timidly, and as he passed her a bottle of wine he had brought, kissed her on the cheek. ‘Thank you’ she said, and took the bottle to the fridge. I poured a drink for him which he drank quite quickly and then another. V put some music on and they went to the living room whilst I prepared the food. I could just about hear hushed voices over the music and looking in on them to top up their glasses, and put a few logs on the fire, they both seemed relaxed enough albeit sat on opposite sofas.  

It was not unusual for us to have dinner with just candlelight and tonight was no different. During the meal, the conversation started slowly but soon developed into quite a lively chit chat. The wine flowed freely and tongues loosened. He was good fun and I liked this guy. V split something on her jeans so went upstairs to change. Naturally we had avoided the subject of James fucking my wife but now finding ourselves on our own, it felt right to say something and let him know that I was happy with ‘the arrangement’ to which he replied with something like ‘I couldn’t quite get my head around it at first but I am cool if you are’. Right there was a gentleman’s agreement and with that out of the way, V returned, now in a fairly short casual dress and joined us again at the table. There was no set plan for the night so it was a case of just letting things play out naturally. No expectations but there was definitely sexual tension in the air. 

After clearing the table, we sat drinking and talking. James asked to use the loo and whilst he was gone V asked ‘So? Everything ok with you? This is mad!’ ‘I know, it is crazy’

When he returned, out of politeness I suppose, he said that it was nice to meet properly and maybe he should now leave us in peace. V looked at me instantly as if to say not yet. She was evidently in the mood for something more than dinner.

Stepping in with ‘nonsense, the night is young, stay as long as you want, emphasising AS LONG AS YOU WANT’  

‘If you are sure?’

‘Yes VERY SURE’

My wife looked at me with a smile and it surprised me. She was almost leading this now, with no encouragement needed. Maybe the wine or simply given in to her desires. The kitchen soon became a mini disco and V danced with us both in turn. She gave me a long lingering kiss before releasing herself and moving to James. Taking a seat at a stool at the kitchen island, it was a visual sensation. Her arms were over his shoulders, her back to me, and his hands on her waist. This was building and a few minutes later, she brushed her mouth against his cheek before kissing him on the lips, just a brief contact. Time stood still. James looked across at me asking a question with his eyes. Nodding with my approval, he then responded to her and I was now gazing at my wife kissing another man in my presence for the first time. Her fingers running through his hair as they embraced, his hands running up and down her back. I left for a moment to go the the fridge for a top up and when I returned things had gone up a notch and the kissing had become very passionate. A glorious sight. Momentarily she whispered in his ear, and his eyes met mine again before he answered her in the same way. V broke away and stepped across to me holding his hand. Coming in close, she asked ‘Are you ok if me and James go upstairs?’  With no hesitation, it was a simple ‘Sure’.

Still holding his hand, they disappeared through the door to the staircase. This was really happening. Turning the music down, I sat alone for 5 minutes or so not really knowing what to do. Was this to be a threesome? We hadn’t talked about that in any detail and James certainly wasn’t aware if that was to be the case. Surely she would have implied that when she asked to go upstairs? To be on the safe side it seemed best to give them privacy, for now at least. After a stiff drink the urge to know became too much and I made my way quietly upstairs.

The door was closed and I went to the adjoining bedroom. Just a wall between us. There was the faint sound of heavy breathing but not from her so a safe assumption was that V was at that moment sucking his cock. Given that it was unlikely that they would stop anytime soon, I kept myself still, just listening

There was movement and the headboard knocked lightly against the wall. This time the heavy breathing was definitely coming from her. No doubt James now had his head between her thighs enjoying the taste of her juices. The breathing got louder, and she was now panting, interspersed with high pitched moans. Then the unmistakable sound of my wife climaxing, her orgasm surging from within. I know what my wife sounds like. A brief pause, more movement and hushed voices, followed by a loud sigh. He had entered her.  Hearing her being fucked was something else. Given the sounds coming from her, James’s cock was certainly finding all the right spots and it was clear he was skilled sexual athlete. He was relentlessly fucking her, things got louder and faster, the sound of his groin crashing against her ass, building to a crescendo. She let out a scream and James roared with his decisive final slam, filling her pussy with his hot cum. Their post coital breathing slowed and quietened. This had been an intense experience like nothing else. Not to be discovered, I treaded lightly back down the stairs and into the living room.

20 minutes later there was movement above and then the sound of steps heading down. The front door opened and closed shortly afterwards. It was fair to say that James wasn’t comfortable saying goodnight before his exit which was understandable given what had just happened. V entered the room and was in her bathrobe. We just gave each other a knowing look, she approached me, leaned down and we kissed. She then stood before me and let the bathrobe drop to the floor. She was flushed, her skin blotched in places from the sex. Her hair dishevelled.  Without a word she knelt down and stripped me of my jeans and boxers. Nestling between my legs, she gripped my hard cock, parted her lips, and got down to a fabulous blow job. After a few minutes of expert fellatio, she climbed on top, guiding me into her. She was wet, very wet. There was no holding back and it wasn’t long before my balls were emptying as she pushed her body down onto me. Remaining in position, we then kissed for what seemed like ages. Was this the ‘reclaiming’ we had read about? No complaints from me that was for certain.

Opening my mouth to speak she interrupted and just said ‘I think its time to get to bed’. I nodded. After a visit to the bathroom she joined me in bed and I could smell the scent of a man on the duvet and on her skin as she lay across my chest. Talking could wait. We were both ready for sleep.

The next morning I made tea and returned to bed like any normal Sunday. V was still drowsy but I was wide awake with the memories of the previous night. Her first words were complaining of a hangover. Not surprising given the empty bottles I had just seen in the kitchen. As she came back to life, her exploits from a few hours ago must have entered her mind. She was shy at first, but then we talked about it openly and both agreed that we enjoyed the experience. She had already guessed that I had listened to them.

Whether she meant it or not, she suggested that maybe it was time to stop and return to ‘normal’. She has later confessed that this was a test to get my reaction. The genie had left the bottle and we were both hooked.

A couple of weeks later I was at a conference and wouldn’t return until the early hours. I would sleep in the spare bedroom so not to wake her. Not unusual. She messaged me in the evening to say that James may drive over if that was ok. Of course, but I desperately wanted to be there. He was welcome to stay over too.       

Returning about 2 a.m. all was quiet and feeling pretty exhausted I headed to the far bedroom and was quickly asleep. About 7 the next morning I could hear sounds from along the landing which must have woke me. Taking a quick peek, I could see that the bedroom door was closed. Then it started. It was obvious that she was not alone. James must have stayed the night. This time, it was in the cold light of day so any inhibitions had now been lost to sexual yearning. A few soft steps took me to just outside the door and things were really getting going now. I went back to grab my phone so I could record the sounds of my wife being fucked for prosperity. And being fucked she certainly was.

Returning to the spare room, I waited and eventually could hear footsteps and then the front door closing. He must be leaving. The bedroom door opened slightly and I pretended that I was still asleep. It closed again and then there was activity in the bathroom, V was taking a shower. When we finally met in the kitchen, she didn’t mention anything so I let it go and would tease her later. As she made coffee I played the recording and when she eventually clicked what is was, her face went literally bright red. By this point she didn’t really care anyway. At the end of the day;

James enjoyed fucking her

I enjoyed James fucking her

She enjoyed being fucked by James

She enjoyed being fucked by me

There were no losers in this situation, and things were about to take another turn