Like many married couples, our sex life had periods of intense activity, interrupting the longer ones of far less activity. It was never lacking to the extent of either of us was complaining, but life and work just had a habit of getting in the way.

It had been perhaps 15 months since we’d had an incredibly erotic experience, over a long weekend during which I had finally shared my wife Anne with a friend, who had come to stay, having been abroad for a few years. Actually, I shared her not only with him, but also with his friend who had accompanied him on his return to these shores.

It was something I’d secretly yearned for years, but honestly never thought it would ever happen.

Anne had only ever experienced one cock in her life, mine, before that weekend. When it was over, that number had risen to three.

In the months that followed, our sex life was incredible.

Anne had periods of feeling so guilty for allowing it to happen, but we also had many many nights excitedly reliving events. Initially, as the action had unfolded in front of me so I could recall every detail, we would tell each other what we found most exciting, what turned us on most. I must have asked her dozens of times to share every possible detail of what had happened when I sent her to visit each of them in their rooms, separately, not only to hear her describe events again, but also incase she revealed some new, previously undisclosed debauchery. Depending on her mood she would indulge me while rubbing my cock.

The talk and the excitement had died down by this time, but my need for something similar to happen again had not.

One night, during a pretty intense session, I had managed to extract a promise from Anne that she was willing to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I made her repeat the promise several times as she approached an orgasm.

Of course, in the cold light of day she appeared less keen, sometimes saying “maybe for your birthday”, laughing as she said it.

I persisted and she asked what / who I had in mind?

I asked if she had a preference amongst my friends or people we both knew, but she said she definitely couldn’t and wouldn’t ever pick anyone, I would have to do that.

There were a few people I had in mind. Anne was beautiful, slim, nice 34b breasts and with an arse to die for, so finding someone would not really be an issue - but them being discreet, was.

The internet era was not quite here yet.

It seems that some husbands - and sometimes wives - who share these fantasies aren’t in the least bit concerned about who would find out, but for myself it was a big concern.

Anne herself would be mortified if her exploits that wonderful weekend with two other men was to ever become common knowledge, but both men lived abroad and we did have a good trust with one in particular.

Anne was indeed a conquest and many guys would find it challenging to not boast or brag at some point about having fucked her….if they ever got that lucky.

Weeks passed by, I spent hours deliberating on who and how, but it was so much more difficult than you’d think. There always seemed to be a valid reason as to why somebody needed to be removed from the lucky list. I didn’t share my thoughts or list with Anne, I think she may have found ample reasons to strike out everyone…and she’d probably have been right to do so.

Of course, a permanently hard dick - merely at the possibility of it happening - meant that I once again persisted in my thought processes, I was unable and unwilling to accept the view that “if it’s meant to be, it’ll just happen”.

My darling wife, who although had given her “promise”,  it was in truth a touch half hearted, uttered in the throes of passion and she did nothing further to encourage me in any way. But at the same time she never said anything to particularly discourage me either.

One night, after a few glasses of wine and settling down to watch a movie, I told her that Tony (the friend from that weekend) was coming back for another visit soon. He wasn’t, but I just wanted to see her reaction.

“Oh…right. When?”

“Next month I think” I replied. He’ll be staying here again if that’s ok hun”.

She flushed red a little but recovered quickly to ask “on his own this time?

“He’s not sure yet…would it be a problem if he wasn’t on his own again?”

She was silent for a brief moment but then said “No, if you’re ok with it, of course I’m fine with it too. How long is he staying for?”

“A week” I said.

Later, in bed, nuzzling her neck, my fingers gently probing her very wet pussy, I whispered into her ear that I wanted her to be the perfect hostess again.

She started to writhe on my fingers and, encouraged, I told her that whether Tony came alone or they both came to stay again, she would be available to them. By now I had entered her with my cock and was fucking her in a forceful missionary position, pinning her arms.

“I might let them both take you together”. Those words took her over the edge and she orgasmed hard - I was about 2 seconds behind her.

The next morning she asked if they were really coming over but I told her I just wanted to see if she’d be turned on if they were, and I’d gotten my answer from her pussy. After punching me playfully she said “yeah well I knew it’d turn you on so I just went with it, I knew they weren’t really coming.”

I told her that it was time she had a brand new cock before she got to sample the last ones again, and that it was on the cards soon enough.

“Yeah yeah yeah….blah blah blah” she replied laughing.

About two months later, I met him. By “him”, I mean Wayne, the guy who would hopefully at some point, fuck Anne. I’d only known him for a short while, we’d met through our work and after attending a 3 day course down in Richmond, Surrey (Anne and I live in Manchester), we’d stayed late at the bar on each night. He was smart, funny, good fun and very open about his sex life.

He said that although he was happily married, he did shag around occasionally - when he got an opportunity, which for him wasn’t very often.

This was mainly because he only shagged married women.

“You know they’re gonna be clean and you know they’re never likely to rock the boat” he’d say.

We had shown each other pictures of our respective wives and although his wife was very attractive, Annes picture took his breath away.

“How the fuck did you cop for her?” he said laughing, “are you quietly loaded or have you got a ten inch dick or something? She’s fucking gorgeous mate”.

“She’s gentle, kind, really loving, a great cook and brilliant in bed mate” I told him.

“Fuck off, I hate you” he replied, both of us laughing in our semi inebriated state.

Of course, a plan was hatched. Ok, only by me, I didn’t tell him what I really wanted. I didn’t want to create the impression that my precious Anne would just be available to him if he just happened to roll up one night.

I knew by now that he spent a few days a month based in Chester, which wasn’t a million miles away from Manchester, 45mins/1 hour away.

Although I was excited, I only casually mentioned him in passing a couple of time to Anne, not wanting to alert her to the cunning plan I was formulating. But I knew she’d suspect something once I told her he’d be coming to dinner, so I told him just to turn up whenever, but a heads up would be good.

A couple of weeks later he called to say he’d see me in about an hour, he was popping in for a coffee if I was free.

I’d only been home myself for about 15 minutes at the time and Anne had heard me on the phone with him.

“Is that the Wayne guy you met down south” she said.

“Yeah, he’s going to pop in for a coffee”.

She didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered…or suspicious.

I tried to act normally, just doing the usual stuff.

Anne was in her jeans and a sweater. I didn’t ask her to change or go to any particular effort, although she did tidy up a little.

It was about 4.00pm when the bell rang and I welcomed a still- suited -up -from- work Wayne in, Introducing him to Anne.

We sat in the kitchen and Wayne gave Anne glimpses of his happy personality, easily gelling into our space.

About an hour later, Wayne suddenly asked if we’d eaten yet. Anne explained that she hadn’t prepared anything and as she didn’t know we’d be having a guest…Wayne interrupted and said “I know it’s short notice, but how about you allow me to take you both to dinner. I’ve got a great expenses account that’s just waiting to be hammered, please allow me, don’t cook”

Anne looked at me,

“Why not, yeah, it would give you a break if you’re ok with it hun?” I said.

“I’m not even dressed to go out, you guys go”

“No way, if it’s just me and your husband, we’re getting a kebab, I’ve got a reputation to think of, I can’t be taking him to dinner, just us two, what will people think? Wayne replied.

We all started laughing

“How about you either go and get dressed or just stay as you are, we can go to whichever place you’re dressed for” Wayne chirped up laughing.

Anne said she needed at least 30 minutes and went off upstairs to change.

About 60 minutes later (haha) we were on our way. She had come back down in a lovely, shortish, tight navy dress which if you stared at hard enough, you could see the slightest hint of what must’ve been a pretty wispy g string. She drew a gasp and looks of admiration from Wayne, commenting that as she looked so beautiful, he hoped the dinner would only be lasting 8-9 hours or so.

Wayne had a really nice Merc and got us to an Italian in the style and comfort that Anne always liked.

He was generous, ordered champagne and ensured our glasses were never empty throughout.

As he was driving he couldn’t drink and both Anne and I felt guilty guzzling away but the mood was merry and we all felt at ease. When Wayne went to use the gents, Anne said he should or could have a drink at ours. I told her that he couldn’t, as it would still mean he had to drive, but I suppose we could let him stay if he wanted, at least offer to be polite.

We got back home about 9pm and both Anne and I insisted he was now free to have a drink - he didn’t need to drive and was welcome to stay unless he had other plans?

Wayne looked at us both and said he’d have loved to get drunk with us, he’d enjoyed meeting Anne so much but really didn’t want to impose.

Anne had gone into the kitchen and returned with the one and only bottle of champagne we had in, saying “you’re not imposing, I’ve had a really lovely night so have a drink now, there’s beer if you prefer?”.

Well, the “just one drink” turned to several. And then several more.

Anne was definitely getting drunk and swaying provocatively as she changed the CD that was playing.

Although the evening had been really good fun, there hadn’t been much of a hint of sex in the air up to now though, but as I watched Waynes eyes absorbing every movement Anne made, I decided I had to change that. Definitely.

When Wayne got up to use the loo, I stood up and grabbed her, smooching with her to the music.

Lifting her chin gently with my hand, I kissed her softly, running my other hand lightly over her breast, dancing with her slowly.

Wayne returned and was watching us intently. I just continued to dance with my wife, occasionally allowing my fingers to trace over her back and bum.

Anne flinched when I asked Wayne if he would like the next dance, and of course he said he’d love to as long as it was ok with Anne. I knew that the moment I’d done that, she was alerted that something was possibly cooking.

I knew Anne could tell I had a hard on.  Wayne could see it as I made no secret of it.

“You look absolutely gorgeous baby, I’m undecided on either asking you - in front of Wayne - to go and change into something more comfortable, this dress is way too tight to relax in, or just telling him to come over to you and remove your dress himself. I’ll think about it. Either way, you know now hun”.

Anne let out a little whimper, she knew Wayne had heard some or even all of what I had said. I felt her legs buckle ever so slightly.

Wayne was wide eyed, probably in disbelief.

Anne had turned bright red and was aware of it. She buried her head into my neck, not wanting to look either up at me or over at Wayne, but said nothing.

I looked over at him and he seemed pretty speechless as well.

“My wife, as you can see, had absolutely no idea I was going to say anything like that, but I did tell you that I have the perfect wife”. Why don’t you dance with her again for a while mate?

I beckoned over to Wayne with my hand and he stood up a little nervously, unsure of how events were turning. As he approached Anne, I turned her around, passed her into his arms and sat back on the couch, watching. I encouraged Wayne with my nods of approval and he got the hint that it was ok.

After a track or two, Anne had her eyes shut as she allowed Wayne to slowly move her around. She settled her head into his chest as he gripped her a little more tightly, pulling her hips into his with his hand on her lower back, her breasts now pushing slightly against him. One of Waynes hands had begun to slip down Annes bum, softly caressing it before pulling her in even tighter so his penis had to be rubbing up again her. It was at this moment that I saw Annes eyes open briefly in a look of surprise or shock and she glanced over at me, willing me to realise and understand what he was doing to her. He was slowly but very firmly grinding into her, bending his knees slightly while at the same time trying to lift her slightly so his dick was rubbing as much as possible over her pussy.

He started kissing Annes neck which produced little gasps from Anne. He had almost progressed to her mouth with his lips when the track stopped.

Anne immediately took the moment to say she needed the bathroom and left looking really flushed.

I looked over at Wayne and suddenly knew why Annes eyes had widened suddenly when she glanced over at me. The lump in his pants couldn’t be missed.

“Are you sure this is this ok with you mate?” he asked.

I told him to just see how it develops, it was only dancing, a bit of smooching.

I took the opportunity to put on some more music as I heard Anne in the kitchen and then went over to her. She was clearing away a few bottles not wanting to look at me.

Holding her in my arms, I reassured her that all was ok and that she really didn’t have to do anything at all if she didn’t want to, I hoped she wasn’t angry or upset with me…but I felt that she was turned on as well. I slid my hand up her dress and cupped her pussy. Her g string was absolutely soaked.

I took her hand and we returned to Wayne, then instructing them both to continue their dance. She wasn’t expecting that, but as Wayne embraced her, she quietly accepted being enveloped by his arms once more.

Wayne just picked up where he was before the music had abruptly stopped. He gradually resumed his grinding and it was definitely having an effect on my wife. The subtlety of his initial moves were being replaced with a clearer intention bit by bit. When he placed her arms around his neck and proceeded to almost lift her right off the ground with both hands , raising her and lowering her repeatedly over and against the large bulge protruding from his pants, Anne started to breathe heavier, moaning softly. His lips continued to plant little kisses on her neck as his grip tightened further around her. His little neck smooches travelled upwards towards her ears and then her mouth. Although she moved her head quite adeptly at first to avoid them, she gradually succumbed. Once she actually allowed his lips to find hers, he really locked in, she submitted to them and before long was increasingly kissing him back.

I knew then it was going as I hoped it would.

He stopped briefly, removing his hands from her bum to grab her arms which were around his neck, and tried guiding downwards between their bodies towards his cock. Anne resisted and returned her arms around his neck.

Wayne didn’t try again for a couple of minutes and just carried on as he did before, slowly lifting her and lowering her against his cock until she started gripping his neck harder and now appeared to be pushing back at him with her hips.

This time, when he moved her arms from his neck, he pushed her hands down firmly, placing her hands over his cock, covering them with his own, until she accepted the rhythm he had set until she continued alone, unaided.

His hands held her face gently, their kissing becoming noticeably more passionate.

I sat there rubbing my own cock through my pants, entirely mesmerised by the scene developing right in front of me.

With one hand, he started to feel her tits, though the tight fitting fabric made it difficult. He started to feel her all over, I think he was looking for her zip, but it was hidden pretty well on that dress.

I decided to help out and stood behind her, after moving her hair to the side, started smothering the back and side of her neck with kisses. Her hands were still exactly where Wayne had placed them, gently fondling the large lump in the front of his trousers. He’d moved his hands to her waist as I was behind Anne pushing into her with my cock.

Anne tried to turn around to face me but I held her shoulders so she was still facing him and continued to kiss the side of her neck.

Wayne immediately locked lips with her. She was starting to writhe around a little, squashed between us, emitting muffled squeals.

She moved one of her hands back, searching for my dick and started to fondle me behind her- just as she’d been fondling the cock in front of her. I enjoyed the sensation for a minute or so, before gripping her hand and guiding it back to the front, onto Waynes cock producing yet more muffled sounds of pleasure from her.

I then pulled her back slightly and spoke softly into her ear, “undress him, take off his tie, his shirt and then his trousers.”

Anne hesitated but Wayne helped her out, and took his own tie off.

She began unbuttoning his shirt and once she undid the last button he threw it to the side. As she started to unbuckle his belt, Wayne once again started to kiss her, leaving just enough room for her hands to continue. Once she had lowered the zip on his fly, his trousers just slid right down to his feet. Again he just kicked them to the side with loose change flying out of his pocket in the process.

I then grabbed Annes hands and once again returned them both - palms turned out slightly - to his cock. Now all that stood between her hands and the bare skin of his cock was the thin fabric of his underwear. This time I controlled her hands by her wrists and moved them gently but firmly to replicate the earlier rhythm set by Wayne.

As I stepped away from them both, I told her to carry on just like she was doing, nothing else. I lowered the zip on her dress as my parting gift while telling her not to take it off.

Although I had said it to Anne, this was really more of an instruction for Waynes ears than hers, so it stayed in place.

My own cock was straining in my pants, but I desperately wanted to watch and sat back down.

Anne continued to feel him in her hands while Wayne continued to kiss her, his hands again returning to her arse, before he began exploring the gap she now had by the zip I’d lowered on her dress. He alternated stroking the bare skin on her back to feeling her bum and back again.

“Take her dress off Wayne”.

Wayne complied, and gently pulled the fabric off her shoulders, kissing down her neck along each part of skin previously covered. A little tug when it got to her breasts revealed them fully. Her nipples were semi erect. He lowered his mouth to each one in turn, transforming them instantly to rock hard bullets, accompanied by whimpering sounds from Anne.

Annes dress finally fell around her ankles.

She was left wearing only a purple G string…and it just looked wet. Very wet.

I was rock hard but annoyed that I needed a piss desperately.

“I need the loo but want to watch you, just carry on dancing with Wayne please hun, I’ll be back in a minute”

It actually took me a good 3-4 minutes to get back as it was so difficult to piss with a cock as hard as mine was. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going on in the room, what they were doing, wondering if Wayne had felt her pussy yet? Shit, I hoped they weren’t actually fucking.

Entering the room I saw Wayne had his hands on Annes arse cheeks again, doing exactly as he had earlier when they were both still dressed. Except this time he was really lifting her and holding her for longer moments over his cock as he continued a grinding action. The front of his underwear was soaked from her juices and Annes was moaning out louder than earlier.

I sat back down and watched the show playing out for my eyes.

After a couple of minutes, I told Anne to stop, kneel in front of him and take off his shorts. I swear she was trembling as she did so. His cock sprung up angrily as it was released from the confines of his underwear.

Anne just stared at it.

I just stared at it.

It wasn’t as long it threatened to be, it was still bigger than mine, circumcised, it was about the width of a can of Red Bull, perhaps even a touch wider if anything.

Anne looked round at me. It coincided with the music fading out. She was waiting for my instructions. In the silence, Wayne too looked over at me before looking down at Anne.

Anne held her gaze and I simply nodded. She turned her face to Wanes cock and her tiny hand reached up, touching it for the first time. She started to wank it gently before she licked it, wetting it before she attempted to take it in her mouth. Wayne held her face in his hands trying to encourage her to suck it as a matter urgency.

She got part of in her mouth but I could see she was clearly struggling to do so with her normal fluency.

“Darling, I think that it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable for you. Stand up please.”

Anne looked over at me again and rose slowly to her feet, still looking at me. “ If you are going to allow Wayne to fuck you, if you would like him to fuck you, please take your knickers off.”

The delay in any movement from Anne was exquisite, tantalising. The perhaps 10-15, maybe 20 seconds of no movement whatsoever was incredible. The silence added to the atmosphere in that moment. She then turned her face back in Waynes direction and again paused for a few seconds… before she slowly hooked her thumbs into the flimsy waistband and gently eased them down, baring a clearly freshly shaved pussy.

With that, Wayne looked over at me and my nod to him essentially removed the need for any further direction from me.

Placing both of Annes hands on his cock, he held her face in his hands and began French kissing her in earnest. One hand tweaked her right nipple before he finally went for her pussy. The moment he ran his fingers in her slot, Annes legs began to buckle. “Fucking hell, she’s soaking” he said. I don’t think he had uttered a solitary word since the whole situation had started. He was probably desperate not to make a wrong move in case he blew it - a wise choice sometimes. It certainly was tonight.

Anne was about to come, I could tell, but before she did, Wayne picked her up by her legs, just below her buttocks and, still standing, now had her straddling him with her arms around his neck. He started to gently lower her on to his waiting cock. He asked her to help guide him in and Anne did so with a little difficulty, reaching down with one hand to try to at least wet the head.

Once she had succeeded she quickly returned her arm to the other around his neck, and now poised, aided by Wayne, started to ease herself down.

The Ahhhs and oooohs, coming from Anne were suddenly replaced by a single, long high pitched but stifled scream as she finally impaled herself fully onto his cock. It had taken her a little while to get her pussy used to the width.

She was orgasming incredibly hard and the huge outpouring of her juices were literally running down his balls, his legs, and pooling at his feet. Wayne was shocked I could tell but in an ecstatic sort of way. I know he had likely never known a woman to come that hard from only the first thrust into her. It went on for about a full minute, Annes body spasming the entire time, continuing to drench him and the carpet below.

As he felt her orgasm recede, still standing, he started to fuck her. Annes head was being thrown back like a rag doll as he continued, triggering her second orgasm two or three minutes later.

Wayne moved her over against the wall and with the aid of support from it fucked her continuously for a least another ten minutes before lowering her to her feet and turning her to face the wall, her hands against it, he bent his knees slightly and pushed up hard.

Anne screamed as he fucked her, his hands alternating from spreading her arse cheeks wide to grabbing both tits from behind.

Wayne was now sweating profusely, his own legs nearly buckled and he fell to the floor with Anne still impaled. Now on her stomach, Wayne lifted her hips up and pounded away. He'd been fucking her for half an hour or so.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck she yelled, over and over again. He reached around her with one hand, finding her clit and was rubbing it continuously. On her third big orgasm, Wayne couldn’t hold back and barely able to say it, suddenly shouted out “I’m coming”, thrusting home hard as he emptied a huge amount of sperm deep into Annes pussy, triggering Anne into an even longer, continuous orgasm herself.

Wayne collapsed on top of her, sweat cascading off him, utterly spent. Annes tiny frame was pinned down by his full weight as he tried to regain his breath and his composure.

She was still shaking underneath him.

Finally, he rolled off her, still panting for a good few minutes. Anne was still shuddering, her arm shielding her face from my gaze.

It was me who finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, not bad mate, we might let you come back sometime”. We all started laughing, Wayne propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over to kiss Anne.

“That was just incredible, I can’t believe how special you’ve made me feel, thank you both so much, That was so unexpected. I love you guys, wow”.

With that he rose to his feet saying he needed the loo and departed the room.

Anne still had her arm over her face . As she eventually moved it she looked directly at me and realising I was looking at her too at that very moment, she went bright red, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry” she started to say but I shushed her straight away and said lets go to bed now, but first go and show Wayne to his room.

She sat up, still looking almost ashamed in the aftermath and as she picked up her knickers, a few huge splodges of sperm hit the carpet as we heard Wayne flushing the toilet.

“I want you to show him to his room, kiss him and tell him to keep your knickers as a thank you for making you come so much”.

Anne stared at me, going red again as Wayne came back in, gathering his clothes.

“Annes going to show you your room mate, it’s late, see you in the morning” I said.

Anne began to gather the rest of her clothes but I told her to leave them, I’d bring them up with me in a few minutes. This of course meant that Anne was forced to walk upstairs ahead of Wayne, clutching only her soggy knickers, naked, dripping his sperm from her shaven pussy… with him right behind her.

I heard her open his door and say something to him and him respond with something but couldn’t tell what was being said. I took my time making my way upstairs and found Anne already under the covers in our bed, but the small lamp was still on.

As I slipped in beside her she snuggled into me and again said “I’m so sorry”.

“Why on earth are you sorry hun?” She started to say because of the way she behaved when I once again shushed her.

“I think you’re feeling a bit ashamed or embarrassed because you had so many orgasms, really hard orgasms with him you somehow feel you’ve let your husband down in someway”.

Anne was quiet and started to cry.

I wiped her tears and said “darling, it actually makes it 10 times better for me seeing you actually enjoying things so much in front of me. I’d hate it if you started to hide anything from me, even - especially - your orgasms from another man. Please don’t ever do that. Come hard, scream out loud about what you want him to do to you and enjoy every minute of every orgasm - whether I’m with you or not. The worst thing ever would be a guy fucking you and you being a bit reserved when I’m there and you being totally free and loud if or when he fucked you alone. That would make it feel like you were somehow cheating me, that you were giving him signs that you and him have something to be hidden from me, that I shouldn’t know, I’d hate that.”

She actually started to cry a little harder but I felt it was tears of relief more than anything else.

“She told me she loved me more than I could possibly imagine and she would never ever do that.

“Ok, those are our set in stone rules, file them, now…tell me what happened when you brought him up, how did you feel walking upstairs naked in front of him?”

Anne - with her hand on my very hard, aching cock - said she even though he'd just fucked her, she felt shy suddenly about being naked knowing he’d be staring at her arse all the way up, but especially at having to give him her knickers which were still really wet and saying what I told her to tell him.

“ Did you kiss him?”

“Yes…he kissed me actually, right after I gave him my knickers”

Long kiss, a peck, what?

“It turned into a long kiss…he started to feel me down there again…and he started to say he really wanted me again”

“Was he hard again?”

“Not at first, but after he’d been kissing me for a while and feeling me, he put my hand on his dick, I was sort of rubbing it and he started to go hard, he started to pull me towards the bed but I said I still had to clean up with you downstairs. That’s when I left and came to bed”.

Did you want him to fuck you again” I asked.

“No, I needed you to reclaim me, remember? With that, Anne climbed over me and lowered her pussy onto my cock.

It went in so smoothly it was incredible. I had to work hard to pace myself, I knew I could easily come within seconds if I didn’t.

Anne rode me for a good 15 -20 minutes before I erupted inside her, adding to the remaining sperm Wayne had deposited.

Anne rose to go and clean herself up and clean up downstairs as she didn’t want to wake up to a mess in the morning. “Ok”, I told her, but I don’t want you to clean yourself, I love the feel of your pussy after it’s been fucked, especially by someone else”.

“You’re mad” she said laughing, “but I’m lucky you’re mad” as she went downstairs.

Within a few minutes of Anne going down, I heard Wayne going into bathroom. As he was returning I opened the bedroom door and asked if he was alright, had he had a good night?

“What do you think mate” he said laughing, “are we ok mate, me and you?”

"Yeah of course we are”.

I told him that Anne had told me that you wanted her again and he immediately said “only if you would be ok about it, I hope I didn’t sound like I meant behind your back or anything, I’d never do that”

“Look, its late, but if you really want her, just knock on the door about 5-6 minutes after she comes back up and we’ll see”. I said quietly.

Anne took about 15 minutes before she came back up. I knew she was always a stickler for cleaning up as she hated the mess in the mornings.

I could tell that I was definitely able to be fully hard again pretty quickly, I was still incredibly turned on by the nights events….not to mention the thought of what was possibly about to unfold.

She came back in and got straight into bed, again snuggling into me. She told me she loved me and we kissed. She noticed my hard on almost straight away and giggled, gripping it as we continued to kiss.

The knock came within a couple of minutes and Anne froze. She must have remembered the last time we had a knock on the door after a similar event.

Wayne came in and before he could even say anything I just pulled the quilt back and shuffled over, pulling Anne with me so she was in the middle to allow him in, beside Anne.

“Hun, Wayne’s still horny so I said it would be ok, its awful going to sleep with a hard on”

Anne started giggling and said “I don’t believe my husband…” before Wayne stopped her by kissing her and started feeling her tits. Anne murmured a few “mmmms” as she welcomed and returned his kisses. He continued to feel her tits and sucked on each nipple. He moved his hand between her legs and inserted a finger into her, which produced an even longer mmmmm from Anne. It was soon joined by a second finger as he began finger fucking her and causing her to really up the volume of her moans. She held his face in her hands as his kisses were returned, increasingly passionately from Anne.

I could tell from the noises Annes pussy was starting to make by the finger fucking from Wayne, she was starting to get very wet again. There was already a squelching noise with each thrust of his fingers. The fact she’d had two huge loads of come left in there helped of course.

Wayne parted Annes legs further, hooking her left one over me and moved between them.

“Put me in” he said and Anne reached down, rubbing his cock up and down her opening. Having placed him ready, she reached over and gripped my hand, bracing herself for the inevitable latest assault on her pussy by Waynes abnormally thick cock.

Wayne drove himself forward and Anne mouthed an initially silent long O, squeezing my hand tighter than I could ever recall her doing before. Then she started moaning out load with loud OOH, OMG, AAHHHH,  AAAHHHH ’s over and over again. Waynes mouth had briefly left Annes and I took to opportunity to take over it. She released my hand and pulled my head into hers, having the effect of muffling her by now really loud signs of her impending, imminent orgasm.

I could tell that she was incredibly turned on and charged up.

Her entire body started to shake and she broke away from my mouth, uttering a long, absolutely guttural noise in the process, UUURRRGHHHHH… Wayne didn’t relent, he continued to fuck her remorselessly, right next to me. Anne had now wrapped her legs around him and her arms also.

Perhaps after some ten minutes or so of really hard fucking, Wayne flipped Anne over, his cock not leaving her pussy so she was now on top of him. They alternated between Anne riding him bronco style to Wayne jack rabbiting her.

He switched her yet again back into a missionary position, continuing to pound her pussy. I grabbed her left leg, holding it firmly, opening her up more and with my other hand started to feel her arsehole. It was slick with cum and I easily slipped my middle finger straight in.  When he finally said he was coming, Anne shouted YESS, YESSS, COME IN MEEEE. OOHHH COME IN MEEEE over and over again. This time it was Waynes turn to shout out loud, his face contorted as he released yet another load into Annes pussy, triggering another massive orgasm in Anne.

I lost count of just how many times Anne had screamed out over and over again “OMG, OMG WAYNE, FUCK….FUCK….OH FUCK YES...FUCK ME WAYNE…OMG HE’S REALLY FUCKING ME BABY” screamed Anne, tightly gripping his hair on the back of his head with one hand while digging her nails into his arse cheek leaving clearly visible marks as he continued to spurt into her.

Once he’d ensured Annes pussy had every possible last drop of his sperm, still between her legs, they continued to kiss for ages, Anne breaking off occasionally to tilt her head and kiss me before returning to his tongue. Eventually, thanking me, he rolled off her and went back to his room.

Anne was honestly still shaking after he left.

I held her in my arms and told her he was definitely going to be fucking her a few more times, with or without me being there.

Anne whimpered and just mounted me straight away, riding me furiously as I continued to tell her about how I was going to give him permission to come over and fuck her alone sometimes, for a full day or night. She moaned out loud at this.

“Right, we might start in the morning, I may just let him climb into bed with you after l leave for work”. Anne, on hearing this, just started gushing all over me. Now I was like a man possessed, drunk on my own fantasies which -  especially as I hadn’t come yet - were becoming increasingly extreme as we continued to fuck.

"Would you like me to do that?" I asked. "Tell me" I insisted.

“OH YESS…YESSS, OMG let him climb into bed with me after you leave for work. Imagine I wouldn’t be able to stop him just fucking me all day".

Those words from her just drove me on and on, THIS was how I wanted my Anne to be like. We were both temporarily lost in a sexual frenzy in which we said and agreed on almost every act possible being put on the agenda.

I fucked Anne for almost two hours solid, which was something I hadn’t done for a long while. Unless Wayne had managed to fall asleep, he would’ve been 100% aware of it.

Watching Anne experience and enjoy his cock, in the manner that she did, twice - right next to me, the force with which she came repeatedly and the way she seemed to have totally overcome her earlier embarrassment about coming so much and so hard on his cock was something I was unlikely to forget for years, if ever.

I was pretty sure Anne wouldn’t forget it in a hurry.

And the reality of the next morning and beyond…..the cold light of day and all that?

Well….