We had been married a few years and had done all the sex things that entertain most couples, outside, every room in the house, in the bath together (tight squeeze), holiday romps, you know the thing. I worked shifts which meant nights on a regular basis. Wife worked at a newspaper and magazine wholesalers Monday to Friday. In our dirty talk I had mentioned us doing some of the more off the wall sex experiences which got air time in Escort and Fiesta. I had a stash of mags and she used to flick through them when in bed, one of the perks was that she could get the unsold copies of these mags with the front page ripped off as they were required to prove non sale. Our conversations were open minded and we used to wind each other up as we played gently as we read and talked.

One night I was in the mood and expanded my ideas to her, feeling her rubbing my cock more urgently, breathing harder and generally well turned on. I turned and took her in my arms and kissed her urgently then said that I would love her to get fucked by another guy. The conversation became more intense and we whispered all sorts of dirty things to each other. After our inevitable and very nice shag, we lay recovering and I picked up again saying she could have another guy with no risk of me getting jealous as I loved her that much and I would see it as our greatest declaration of our love for each other that she took another cock and then told me about it afterwards, no regrets or recriminations.

It was literally only a couple of weeks later that I had come off nights and when she returned at the end of her day, we had our meal which I cooked and then went out to meet friends for a couple of hours. Getting back home, she was a bit quiet but then turned to me and said 'I had a visitor last night' I looked at her and asked who, partly expecting her sister to have called 'Peter from work was out for a run and dropped by for a glass of water' I knew he lived about half a mile away but hardly knew him, only that he worked in the distribution side of the warehouse. I asked what went off and she said that as he was going to leave he had grabbed her generous breasts and fumbled under her pullover getting a handful of both under her bra. I asked if there was anything else to report and my cock was rampant. She said nothing else happened as he seemed to panic and left quickly. I kissed her and said 'Did you want to go further?' she nodded guiltily I then said 'Maybe you should get him round next time I am on nights' She put her arms round me and hugged me. As we cuddled I said 'I think he may want to go much further if you do' she nodded and said 'Maybe'

My next night shifts were soon round six days later. I had been a bit of a bore by harping on about the pending visit and we filled our sex lives with eager anticipation of her getting fucked by a new cock. That evening I left before she got home, but left a note on the bed alongside some of my favourite clothes for her to wear, ones which always turned me on. Fortunately my shift was a tough one and did not leave any free time to dwell on what may be going on back at my house. When I clocked of that morning I could not get home soon enough. It was a Saturday so she would be home.

I got a panic as I touched the front door handle, it was unlocked and she was downstairs in a long white dressing gown looking anxiously at me. We held each other tight. I asked if she had a visitor again. She looked in my eyes and nodded, saying nothing. She then led me into our lounge where the clothes I had left out for her were in a heap on the floor. 'I thought you might want to see where he undressed me' My cock was straining my pants badly and I kicked my shoes off and dragged trousers and pants off to show her the extent of my excitement. 'Fantastic' I found that the only word I could utter. I drew her dressing gown off her shoulders and stared at her naked body so beautiful and vulnerable at that moment just as she would have been for him when he stripped her ready to fuck her. We went upstairs.

In the bedroom I finished undressing and we laid on a messed up bed. 'Did he fuck you up here?' I asked 'Yes and downstairs earlier' We laid on the bed together, her caressing my erection and me fingering a very wet cunt. 'He left only twenty minutes ago, you probably passed him in his running kit' I had to laugh and contemplated if I had opened the door to him had I got away quicker. 'Tell me of your night of fun then' So she did

He knocked on the door around nine in the evening, it was dark outside so nobody saw him arrive. She was in a button through dress with matching underwear and stockings and suspenders, which I noticed were at the side of the bed. They went in the lounge and she made a drink for him. He followed her into the kitchen and then put his arms round her from behind and gently rubbed her tits over her dress. She allowed him to release two top buttons in the kitchen and then led the way back into the lounge. Once he put the glass down, they embraced and he undid the rest of her buttons and removed her dress. di pushed the elastic waistband of his shorts down and found a very nice hard cock. He kicked off his shorts and she undid his laces on his trainers and got them off with his socks. T shirt removed and he was nude in front of her, the first guy in five years to be waiting to fuck her ( but not the last). The loss of her bra and panties were quite quick and he led her to the stairs where, as she ascended he must have got really excited as she told me he fucked her from behind with her on the first step and him stuck in her doggy style at the foot of the stairs. I asked if he had touched her cunt before then and she said he had just done that as she stood in the hallway, but he was that excited that he shoved his cock in as quick as he could and fucked fast and furious, lasting only a minute or so before he shot his spunk deep inside her.

The shock of the quick eruption did not deter his efforts and she walked up to the bedroom in front of him as she dripped his spunk at the top of the stairs. The curtains were closed and she pulled the duvet back and tugged him by his still hard cock to the edge of the bed where she sat waiting at a convenient height for sucking and licking his length. She licked him clean and then said that she deserved a good licking for her letting him fuck her. They moved into sixty nine and buried their faces in each other's sex for a long session, then they lay and chatted mostly about sex but also included me when she explained that I was aware of his interest in her and had indeed suggested they use the house while I am on nights. He was doubtful but happy and Di said it would help her not feel so lonely if he wanted to call again. She said if he wished he could stay the night but had to leave before I got home. They did just that and spent a lot of the night fucking each other although he only shot in her twice and she sucked him off once.

In subsequent visits he became more proficient at multiple fucks and shooting spunk more often until he was transferred to another depot after having a fight with a colleague who accused him of trying it on with her and threatening to tell me. So I suppose there was some kind of loyalty there, just a pity it messed up a nice arrangement where nobody got hurt