Our marriage had been going through a bad patch. Like mamy out there i presume? Sex had ala but stopped apart from the Friday night quickie under the blankets. I was desparate for an injection of life back into our sex life but had always shyed away from Barry, my husbands suggestions. He was older than me. Quite a few years and had been wanting me to go with other men for sometime. I was not keen and refused to have anything to do with the suggestion. But now I was reconsidering as I could see that if something didn\'t change our marriage may die. Over dinNer one evening I said ok. He had this friend who he said wanted to give me one. I said I would do it but he would have to be there and watch. That night as I washed up at the sink I thought what had I done? Had I agreed to be a whore for the pleasure of my husband? But then again I thought, I was actually desparate for a shag. A proper one that lasted more than thirty seconds!Barry, my husband made the phone call. The following Tuesday evening I readied myself upstairs. I had had my hair done. I put on saucy undies under my new dress, and high heeled shoes that Barry had bought me. The ones you see the girls wearing in the porno mags. I felt like a whore. God I thought. What am I agreeing to? I was dreading the ringing of the door bell. I went downstiars. Standing before my husband I asked, \" Will I do?\" his face, I will never forget it. He was delighted. I said that I couldn\'t go through with it. I felt cheap, like a hooker in my own home. I felt disgusted with myself. He pleaded with me. I said ok. The door bell rang and I ran off into the kitchen and hid. I heared Barry open the front door and say in cheery tone, \" Hello. Lovely to see you. Come on through.\" I froze. I could not do this. It was then that he called out to me, \" Janine darling. Come and say hello to Phillip. He\'s brought you some lovely flowers.\" I grasped hold of the worktop. \" Fuck your flowers!\" I remember thinking. Barry called me again. Nervously I put a foot forward and entered the lounge. Forcing a smile, I said, \" Hello Phil.\" He sat relaxed on the settee, my husband in the armchair. I saw them exchange glances. I stood there and trembled. Phil saw, he said, \" It is a bit chilly tonight isn\'t it?\" My husband got up and went over to the thermostat and turned up the central heating. You bastard I remember thinking. We had drinks and chatted for some time. It was during this that I happened to notice the bulge in both mems trousers. I thought,\" Hold on a moment. Is this working already?\" It was.Suddenly Phil pulled off his tie and took of his jacket. \"I\'ll turn the heating down if you like?\" said my husband. \" NO!\" I blurted out. I actually felt like getting naked. I was getting turned on. Leaning across, my husband said, \" What about a kiss?\" I said,\" Sure.\" He quickly added, \" With Phil!\" Phil patted the seat beside of him. I moved across. He slipped his arm around my shoulder. Leaning forwards he placed his other hand upon my breast. Looking at me he said, \" I\'ve always fancied you Janine.\" I watched open eyed as his mouth came closer to mien. tenderly he place them upon them. I felt his breath. It was hot! Slowly our moths opened and we kissed. I placed my hand on his package. It was full and stiff. Unzipping him I said, \" Lets get this thing out shall we?\" Jesus! He was huge! Watching, my husband said, \" Kiss it for me. I want to see you take him in your mouth.\" Being the good wife I am, I did as my husband asked. It tasted devine. Eagerly I eat it. It was as I was doing this that Phil asked my husband, \" Does she like being throat fucked?\" I thought, \" Hold on. I\'ve never been throat fucked, ever!\" I remember getting up and taking Phil and his enormous prick by the hand and saying, \" Lets go upstairs. You can throat fuck me while I hand off of the bed.\" I saw his cock qive a jurk. My husband followed us. . .