My name is Rosie G, and I have a confession to make; The Stories my husband Steve has written are, for the most part, true. I'm sure he has told his side of the story faithfully, although he is not as innocent in all this as he makes out. My parts have been written from what I have told him. I had encouraged him to put our story to paper but never imagined he'd put it on the internet for all to see. This is my actual role within these tales: Part 1: Steve had told me about the Christmas party about a month in advance, and that we were staying at his mate's place, so I decided to check this "mate" out through Steve's facebook profile. Fully expecting a weirdo, I was pleasantly surprised to see a man who looked very similar to Steve, he was very handsome. I sent him a text two weeks before the do, "Hi John, It's Rosie, Steve's wife, are you sure you're OK with us staying?" He texted back "Sure! I'd love to meet this knockout wife he keeps harping on about!!! x", "I'll bet he does!" I thought. We travelled up on the day of the party, John kissed my hand when we met, then pulled me in and kissed my cheek. He told us to dump our bag in his room and he'd take the single in the spare bedroom, he was quite insistent about this. While Steve took our bag up, John took a step back and looked me up and down, I noticed he had a hardon, he noticed me looking too and smiled at me, not a creepy smile, more an embarrassed smile. Steve came down the stairs and we chatted while we waited for the taxi. During the party, John kept stealing glances at my tits, I jiggled them a few times for him and, when the disco started and I got up to dance, he couldn't take his eyes off them. When Steve sat down, John and I danced closer, so close I could feel his middle leg, hard against me. I reached down for a cheeky feel, it was bigger than Steve's and my pussy felt moist. A song neither of us liked so we went back to the table. Noticing Steve was gone, I looked around and saw him chatting to an older gentleman, John nudged me and put his hand on my leg, leaning in to talk, he said that the guy Steve was talking to was a right old windbag, he'd be stuck talking for ages. With that, he kissed my cheek and slid his hand up my skirt. I was about to protest until his finger rubbed my labia slowly from bottom to top and I just needed that cock inside me. "Ladies, two minutes!" I whispered. The party was at a golf club, the ladies changing rooms were empty and the lockers arranged to afford privacy to members. I chose the furthest set. John entered two minutes to the second later, saw me in the shadows and walked to me confidently. He embraced and kissed me, his hands squeezing my bum as he picked me up and lay me on a bench. He pulled off my panties and started to lick my pussy, tongue flicking my clitoris as his fingers massaged my cunt. I came hard, shouting at him to fuck me. When his cock entered me I thought I was going to explode, he pumped into me like he'd not been laid for months. He shouted that he was going to cum so I sat up and took him in my mouth as he released his load, groaning as it filled my mouth and I gulped it down. Back in the room, we'd made it back to our table, John leaned in again, hand squeezing my thigh, "We've got to do that again" he implored, "Later", I said, "Be outside the room tonight when I fuck Steve. He probably won't be up for it, he's terrible with booze in him, but I know he's fantasised about me fucking someone else. Listen outside the door and time it right, walk in, say you've forgotten your toothbrush or something and he might suggest you fuck me while he watches. That way it's his idea!". Steve has told the rest of that story, except he was unaware I'd planned most of it. John did remember the toothbrush bit the next day though, that was an unexpected surprise. So was Beatrice! Part 2 & 3: I told Steve a little white lie! There were times when we visited John & Sheila with Beatrice that I'd find myself alone with John, enjoying a delicious quickie. These were few and far between though, you couldn't call it a serious affair. I'd noticed that Sheila fancied my husband, she told me as much on one or two occasions, the problem was that Steve only saw Sheila as a friend and his buddy's wife. Sheila and I planned every last detail of Steve's seduction. I told her that I'd distract John, although she didn't know how many times I'd distracted him already, and she'd come on to Steve. I'd make it so he wouldn't really have a choice in the matter and I'd be enjoying her husband's wondrous cock with her consent. Everyone's a winner! especially Sheila. John had a vasectomy for medical reasons, which was good for me as he couldn't get me accidentally pregnant again, Sheila wanted kids but not with a syringe of frozen sperm, plus it was a good way to cement our relationship and get to play around without having to do it in secret. Watching Sheila fuck her husband in the morning really turned me on. I hadn't seen a woman in the throes of ecstasy, apart from myself in the mirror, which doesn't really count. Sheila had told me that she'd experimented with women before, she even thought she could have been a lesbian in her mid-teen years except, when she got older, she loved the feel of a man's hard cock between her legs. Steve is a very gentle lover, which is probably why they still enjoy each other so much. Parts 4 & 5: The names have been changed to protect the guilty, but I'd been stalking "Bobby" for a while. He worked at the supermarket in question and I'd seen the size of his cock as he put stock on the high shelves, I wanted it. I'd worn short skirts and bent over near him, pretending to pick up things, just to see his bulge get bigger as he watched. He already had a girlfriend, who also worked there, but that didn't stop him looking. Steve was working late one day when I decided to visit the store, Bobby was working, his girlfriend wasn't. I bent over to pick up a bag of rice, Bobby was watching, I wasn't wearing panties. He stood there, mouth open, I dropped the rice back down and reached under my skirt to feel my moist pussy lips, he nearly passed out! I put it down to the amount of blood rushing from his brain to his oversized penis. I asked if he wanted a taste, I licked my finger, he looked around and back at me. "Meet me in the car park in five minutes. I've parked near the bushes around the side of the store, I'll flash my lights when I see you" I told him, almost ordered him actually, I was so horny and neither Steve or John had fucked me in weeks, I needed this. Eight minutes passed and I though he'd chickened out, but I saw him walking around the corner. I flashed my lights and he practically ran to the car. We got in the back, my hands frantically unbuttoning his pants as we kissed, he opened my blouse and sucked my nipples, feeling my wet pussy and sliding his fingers inside me. I took hold of gargantuan penis and stroked it to it's full length. His fingers worked me up into a frenzy and my pussy was soaking. I was just wet enough for him to enter me without it hurting too much, but it still hurt like crazy until I'd got used to it. I fucked him hard in the back of my car, it felt so good to be filled so completely. When he came in me I could feel his cock throbbing, like it was trying to open me up wider and rip me open completely. The third time we met was in the afternoon of the fourth week, I decided to take him home. Steve was at work so I thought the coast was clear. I really didn't know he was in the house until I saw the video, weeks later. His demeanour had changed, he looked defeated but he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. When he bought me that dildo, I though then that he knew about Bobby, that he'd seen us together somehow. I carried on for a few weeks more until Bobby said he couldn't carry on, his co-workers were getting suspicious and he feared one would tell his girlfriend. I decided to cool it off with Bobby and changed supermarkets, but I bumped into him and his girlfriend in my new store. The daft lump even invited me to his house. Looking at him again, I wanted to experience that cock, just once more. When I came home that day, there was Steve on that bloody laptop, his headphones on, probably listening to music as he worked, so I snuck up behind him and saw Bobby, nuts deep, in me. When I came to, Steve explained what he'd seen, how he'd felt, what he'd done. My heart literally stopped, I hadn't thought how it would affect him, how it could affect us, how stupid I'd been. I needed to make it up to him somehow, and get Bobby out of my system, so we devised our little plan for an evening's debauchery. It worked too well. It was only to be a one night stand, but Bobby's girlfriend thought she might have pregnant and turned to me. She couldn't tell Bobby, and Steve was probably the father as Bobby hadn't cum up her for months, it hurt too much. I told her she'd have to tell Steve, he'd know what to do. He told me what he was going to do, and where he was going to do it, but not that he was going to fuck her in there. I'd turned up there for moral (ahem!) support, just in case he had knocked her up, and she walks out looking freshly fucked. It did make us even. Sort of. Bobby and his girlfriend split up shortly after, Steve consoled her. We've not heard from them since though. Looking back on things, we're stronger than ever now. My cravings for massive cocks stopped with Bobby. We still have fun with John and Sheila from time to time, although they've progressed to being full blown swingers. Sheila loves pussy more than John, it seems. She certainly knows how to get me going ;-)