After our experience with Jack, my wife now knew beyond doubt that she had the ability to have sexual connections with other men, with or without me around.

Whenever we talked about the aforementioned, we always ended up naked, in bed. During one late night conversation I asked her how she would have felt if I had joined her and Jack at some point. ‘You mean like a threesome? Well I suppose if everyone is happy then that could work for me.’ Given her history, this would not be an entirely new dynamic. 

Not wanting her to feel like some sort of sex object, I didn’t push her, but that maybe James, her regular lover, might be open to something like that and he would be the perfect partner. She would have a think and ask him. She did. Along with myself, this is not something he had experienced before, and if we took it slowly, then it would be something of interest for sure.  

The scene was set and he would be over for drinks that Saturday night. My wife, went the extra mile and wore stockings, suspenders, a matching bra all tucked nicely under a short tight dress. A knock at the door, she drifted past me, brushed her lips against mine and whispered ‘I am not wearing any knickers by the way’ 

James joined us and things got going quickly that night. After a few drinks, and some welcome kisses from her, she led James up the stairs to our bedroom. I snuck up about 10 minutes after them, the door was ajar this time and I could hear the faint sound of frenetic kissing. Pushing the door forward slightly, and I could make out their bodies entwined on the bed. He was naked, her now just in stockings and suspenders. She still had her heels on which he liked. Leaning back against the wall, I could see him now sucking on her nipples, one hand between her thighs warming up her shaven pussy. She was slowly stroking his cock. They didn’t pause so you could assume he was comfortable being observed.

He made his way down over her stomach and nestled his face between her legs. Her body writhing as his tongue circled and probed. I was very aroused and it was now or never. I undressed and stepped towards the bed. She was propped up a little by 2 pillows. V reached out and took my cock in her hand. I looked down at James. He looked back momentarily before continuing his task. Climbing up onto the bed I knelt next to my wife and without a word her lips parted and took my cock into her mouth. She kept her head still as she received a slow face fuck. Her moans pulsated against my shaft. They were getting stronger and her mouth closed tight around me as an orgasm shuddered through her.

James changed his position and was now kneeling on the other side of her, his own cock standing proud and wanting attention. V reached across and stroked him. Withdrawing from me, she now turned her head and he pushed his cock into her mouth. And so began a good 10 minutes of her sucking us both in turn. Her legs open, we both had a hand between them keeping her nice and wet. As she had a mouthful of cock, I found myself saying ‘Babe I think maybe we should have James fuck you now’

She wiggled further down the bed and he gave her pussy a kiss before positioning himself to ease into her. Holding her legs as he filled her hole, she squeezed my hand and held it tightly. James proceeded to fuck her. He was different to Jack, much more sensual. It felt good kissing her as he pleasured her with his cock. Her breathing was loud and she was panting hard now, and I could tell another orgasm was approaching. She gripped my hand and her tongue darted into my mouth as her body tensed and climaxed. James with a few strong thrusts soon followed and I looked down at him as he burst into her. She lay motionless for a moment and he slowly withdrew and lay next to her.

James and I lay either side of her as they got their breath back. He was first to speak, ‘That was, well, different!’ Unsure what to do next, we all just relaxed for while, both of us stroking her body. She made a swift visit to the bathroom, James stood up to take a well earned drink, and I took her position on the bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard. She returned, leaned down and gave me a kiss before standing with James next to the bed. She wrapped her arms around him and they began to kiss. Round 2 was commencing it seemed. The sight of his cock becoming hard again was unavoidable, as her hand reached down and helped bring him back to a full erection. Climbing onto the bed, on all fours facing me, supported on her elbows she took me into her mouth. James, taking the hint sidled up behind her, opened her thighs and plunged his tongue into her, just for a minute or so, before driving his manhood home. As he fucked her vigorously from behind she maintained eye contact with me as I held her hair back. Our first spitroast. James was now going hard at it and had a thumb in her ass. Releasing me from her mouth, and gasping with pleasure my wife started to masturbate my cock in time with his thrusts. The momentum increased and her clasp on me tightened, as did her body. As she climaxed, I started to cum too, shooting a succession of heavy spurts on to her face and breasts. James was close behind and with a growl, opened fire from his loins deep into her. He gently withdrew himself and V lifted herself up onto her palms, her face glistening and dripping with cum.      

A quite mind blowing experience. We both knew that she enjoyed every moment, and she made that plainly clear afterwards. ‘That was fucking amazing boys’.

He stayed the night in the spare room and left early before we woke. He left a note in the kitchen and had written ‘No Regrets! X.’

A week or so later V came home from work with something to tell me. She had been out to lunch with James and he was thinking about taking a holiday, somewhere in the sun for some R & R. He had joked that maybe she would like to join him, which turned out to be a serious invitation and what did I think? She had already spent the night with him a few times but was this a good idea? A week or so together is not quite the same. We debated the pros and cons, she was anxious that maybe they wouldn’t get on living in the same space day after day but was tempted nonetheless, she could always get a flight back early if things didn’t work out. I was unsure about handing my wife over to another man for a week, but he was trustworthy and I was sure that he would take good care of her. Eventually, she accepted that it is, if nothing else, a chance for a well needed holiday and James received the good news that she would take up his offer.

The day of the flight to Spain, as she packed her case, she had a few wobbles but that was naturally expected. James arrived to collect her and waited outside. I carried her bags to the car and we had a quick chat, making sure he was mindful that I was relying on him to look after her. We said our goodbye in the hallway and I gave her a present. An ankle bracelet. and shared a final kiss. ‘Have a nice time, relax and keep me posted. And I want photos!’ I joked. She laughed, hugged me close and headed out to the car. That was the last time I would see her in person for a week.

We kept in touch a few times every day. The hotel was really nice, and she enjoyed lazy days around the pool, dinners and plenty to drink. It was adults only so no children around. They were getting along just fine sharing a room and that was the part I wanted to know more about. Each morning I was treated to a message and a few photos of her, or them together. She wasn’t shy about posing for photos and he was enjoying the opportunity to fuck her morning noon and night, in every corner of the room and in every position. Every time my phone beeped I was hoping for more and more details about the sex they were having. Sometimes, just a simple message ‘This morning’ accompanied with a photo of his cock in her mouth.  

They seemed to have a bit of a routine. They would fuck before breakfast, spend the day at the pool and fuck again before and after dinner. They were both getting their fill. He had come prepared and there was some light bondage, her wrists tied, an eye mask here and there. A few days in, a photo arrived and next to her was a small bottle of lube on the edge of the bed, so this must have been something else he had brought along. Anal sex wasn’t a big part of our sex life but she was open to it occasionally, it just happened sometimes, and I suppose it was only a matter of time before this would be on James’s agenda. Perhaps the photo was a way of telling me or maybe a mistake sending it, but either way I would park that and raise it when she was back home. I knew that they had pretty much done everything two people can so maybe now we had the full set. It was an extraordinary feeling and my imagination ran wild.

The week went quickly and it was the final night of the holiday. I couldn’t wait to see her and had planned to pick her up from the airport the next day. A photo came through of them in what looked like an upmarket restaurant. There was another couple in the photo whom I learnt they had befriended a few days before, Steve and Lara. I wonder what story they had told them I thought.

I waited outside arrivals. their flight had been delayed by an hour so I sat in a coffee bar scrolling through the photos she had sent making me more excited to see her again. I watched the exit with anticipation and then saw her, in a short summer dress, her skin tanned and hair now blonder from the sun. She was scanning around then noticed me and rushed towards me. Our lips met in a passionate ‘hello’. She was back in the arms of her husband. ‘Where’s James’ I asked. ‘Oh still waiting for his case but wanted to see you, I love you so much’. Nice.

I went to collect the car and she would wait with her bags. As I approached the terminal, James had now found her and they were evidently saying their goodbyes. Holding her close, his arms around her waist. Her arms over his shoulders, head tilted, kissing him tenderly. Pulling up, she noticed the car and gave him a final hug and said something to him. He acknowledged me and brought her bags over and popped them in the boot. It was manic so didn’t get the chance to talk to him properly. One last hug and she got into the passenger seat, leaned across and kissed me and we pulled away.

Her legs looked great, very tanned and smooth and I couldn’t help but glance down quite often She noticed and playfully pulled up her dress to show me her white bits, flashing her little red knickers. I rested my hand on her inner thigh for the rest of the journey.

We arrived home and everything else could wait. We both hurried from the car, straight up the stairs to bed. She wanted this as much as me and we were naked withing minutes. She hastily spread her legs, offering up her pussy to me, and guided my cock inside her. We fucked like it was our first time again. It was loud, fast, frantic sex and we both climaxed together before drifting off to sleep. She was home.

Later I prepared her favourite food while she unpacked. Over dinner, we talked about the holiday. I knew about most of it from the messages but was intrigued by two things and wanted to know more. After a few glasses of wine, she lost any shyness and spoke openly. I showed her photo which included the bottle of lube. ‘So what is that all about?’ I asked. She looked away embarrassed but smiling. ‘I take it you let him fuck you, you know where?’ ‘It wasn’t planned, he brought it and we used it a couple of times yes’

‘How many times?’

‘Umm, 3 or 4 I think’

So yes they had been indulging, he had been fucking my wife in the ass.

The other thing that interested me was the other couple they met. I was optimistic that at some point during the week there may have been others in their bed. She explained that they got chatting and met up a few times for drinks and then dinner on the last night. They had told them that they were both divorced and had met on a dating site. The other couple, Steve and Lara, were married and staying for another week. It was his 40th birthday holiday. They were a nice pair, good fun and very flirtatious. Steve had definitely had eyes for my wife apparently.  ‘So did you fuck him too?’ She hadn’t. However, there was little more to the story.

Having enjoyed a night out, the four of them returned to the hotel. They were all fairly drunk by then and there was a band playing. The women went for a dance before heading to the ladies room. Lara got a bit tearful, and confided in V that they were also in Spain as she had discovered that Steve had an affair and this was a make or break holiday. V was surprised as Lara was very attractive, had a lovely figure and long brunette hair. But Steve had a gap to fill obviously. She became tearful and V gave her a hug. About the same height, Lara rested her head on her shoulder and was crying quietly. She held her until she had composed herself and moved her head back. Lara said sorry for being so emotional and kissed V on the cheek. She said that she doesn’t quite know how it happened but there was a moment of silence, they made eye contact, and Lara kissed her again, this time gently on the mouth. ‘And what happened then????’ I asked trying to hide my excitement. V said she had been taken by surprise and must have stepped back, but Lara held her gaze and kissed her again.

‘It must have been the alcohol, but I let her and found myself kissing her back. Like proper kissing.’ Her hand moved up inside my dress and I felt it touch my knickers and just at that moment two other girls came into the bathroom and there was a bit of a panic and not sure if they saw us but we were nearly caught. I don’t think she had planned anything and it just happened. We were a both a bit red faced. As we walked back to join the others, Lara apologised and said she didn’t know what came over her, she had never done that before, well not with another women. But said she kinda liked it. I said it was fine, and that it had been very long time for me. In the end we laughed it off to be honest’

‘But would you have gone further if you could have?’

V laughed ‘I knew you would ask that! Well I suppose so, maybe, at that moment anyway’

It was good to have her back, more than good. Had this awakened her curious side again? Only time would tell. Lara had her number but lived some distance from us. She did however confess that the experience had made her particularly horny and that James had been inside her most of the night in their room. It would be my turn tonight.

Things with James went quiet after the holiday and V suspected why. She had told him about the date with Jack, and he wouldn’t let it go until she had given him every detail of the sex. That night James had been very dominant in bed, which was unlike him, and it was when he first took her anally. It had felt like a bit of a telling off, a bit of a punishment. He also told her that for a few weeks now, he had started seeing someone he had met online. She didn’t pry too much but had asked if they were having sex yet, which they had a couple of times, but nothing as good as V. She took that as a compliment but said that she didn’t want get in the way of anything.

So we think due to a mixture of his new romance and her sex with Jack, James wanted to cool things off for now.

In the absence of a regular fuck buddy, we had plenty of late night chats with other guys that she had connected with online and found ourselves watching more porn together. All kinds of scenarios. We were then contacted by a couple who were thinking about the lifestyle and maybe we were a match. After a few message exchanges we all plucked up the courage to meet up socially.

To be continued……..