Just before noon the sexy cat purred into the drive and crouched behind my SLK 350. They looked right together. I unlatched the front door and opened it enough to to see Ray's car clearly. I slipped off my dress and leant back against the newel post. The door swung wide open and Ray stepped over the threshold, his cock already in his hand. With the door closed once more he advanced across the hallway. I parted my legs and raised my arms to welcome him. He was inside me, thrusting hard and I came instantly! Old habits die hard. The morning spent anticipating that moment had brought me to the very verge. Watching the Jaguar pull to a stop up close behind my car set my mind racing. The SLK was about to be doggy fucked by the Jag! Soon I'd be the SLK with Ray the Jag. Anticipation had played a major part in our sex the first time around. It wasn't always easy to find a place where we could fuck. We often had to work at it, plan and scheme to create a window of opportunity and be prepared to go for it instantly when the chance arose. That anticipation worked for me as it kept me wet and eager, ready and waiting. The slightest touch triggered the first orgasm. After that I knew that others would rapidly follow if we had the time. Ray was much better, always semi erect if the chance of a fuck was present. He could reach enough erection to penetrate me almost instantly when the chance finally arrived and it continued to grow harder inside me. I loved the feeling of his cock growing. Once fully erect he lasted much longer and was able to bring me off many times before cumin inside me. If we were interrupted mid fuck he could stop without a problem or complaint and be ready again as soon as the next chance came. I am able to enjoy my orgasm quietly, almost silently if necessary, like when we baby sat his little brother. I am also able to give full vent to my pleasure if the circumstance allowed. I gave full vent about five minutes after my first orgasm up against the newel post that day. Just as a couple of bills dropped onto the door mat. Oops! Once I'd got my breath back I knelt, helped him out of his trousers and pants and gave his wonderful cock a quick suck. I took him through to the conservatory. It was a lovely, bright sunny day. The sounds of Charlie, next door, mowing his lawn came through the open doors to the garden. We made ourselves comfortable on the big couch and played with each other. I sucked his cock, he ate my pussy and we fucked gently with Charlie's lawnmower throbbing in the background. The mower stopped to be replaced with the clip, clip, clip of shears trimming the edges. I told Ray it sounded like clippers trimming my pussy fur and we fucked again. Clip, clip, clip. Fuck, fuck, fuck. We were in the lounge, Ray naked and laying on the floor with his bum on a fat cushion, me naked and sitting on his cock, when my husband rang. Ray picked up the handset, pressed 'Answer' then again to put it into speaker mode. “Hello Darling, everything OK?” inquired my husband. “Hello Darling, yes everything is wonderful, thank you.” “Are you still sans panties?” came his excited question. “Well, actually I'm err, sans everything at the moment,” I confessed. “You are? Wow! How? Why?” he sounded very excited about that. “I went into town...” “Sans panties?” “Sans panties,” I confirmed. “How did that feel?” Not the reply I was expecting at all. Goferrit! I told myself. “Naughty, rude, wicked, sexy! All of the above” I admitted. “I felt that every man was looking at me and knew I was sans panties.” “And how did that thought make you feel?” There was more than a hint of excitement in his voice that time. “Errrm, promise you won't get mad?” I asked tentatively. “Promise.” he replied without hesitation. “Horny, very horny! I imagined that they were doing things to me.” “What sort of things?” He really wanted it spelt out! In for a penny in for a pound. “I imagined that they were having their way with me! It got me all hot under the collar and other place so I've come home to have a shower and cool down.” “Oh! I thought you were about to say that you've brought one home with you, to have his way.” That was a bit close! A bit too close. “Would you have minded?” I asked trying to sound as if I were teasing him. Silence. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! “I'm not totally sure,” he finally said, “I'll certainly give it some thought. I wouldn't mind if you went back into town this afternoon and enjoyed the naughty thoughts again though. You can get hot and sticky again and tell me all about them when I get home.” At that point Ray shoved his hips up driving his cock straight onto my cervix. I came but managed to stifle my pleasure a bit and just let out a little gasp. “You OK?” I was breathing heavily and only managed to whisper a quiet “Yes.” then caught my breath. “You just made me cum, you naughty man!” Thinking on your feet takes a lot of practice. “Good,” he laughed “enjoy your afternoon and tell me all about it later. Love you, bye.” The line went dead before I could answer. “Result!” exclaimed Ray thrusting his cock into me again, “permission to fuck granted.” “He only said he'd think about it,” I explained riding his cock urgently towards yet another orgasm. My smile said I agreed with him though. Ray dropped me in town and I wandered round building my story. It wasn't too much make believe either. I did feel very horny and spent a lot of time eyeing up guys and imagining them having their way with me. I needed to get the balance absolutely right if I was to lead my husband down the path of sharing me with other cocks, particularly Ray's. As I was walking home I had my brainwave. Softly softly catchy monkey? Not a hope, a monkey trap was needed. “Darling, I'm home.” “I'm in the conservatory, My Love,” I replied eagerly. Salad and cold cuts for dinner. He stood in the doorway. His jaw dropped then his face lit up. “Wow!” was the best he could muster but it was enough. I was on the floor, laid back on a bed of rugs, a glass of red in my hand and my favourite red heels on my feet otherwise I was sans everything. Despite the fantastic session with Ray I was totally aroused. My breasts were painfully full, the areola furrowed like a newly ploughed field, my nipples aching to be touched. All without any form of mechanical stimulation. With my legs slightly parted it was obvious that my pussy lips were swollen and that I was wet and available. Ray and I showered before leaving but I hadn't used the shower head as assiduously as the previous day and a lot of Ray's spunk remained inside me. Feeling it working it's way down from my cunt to my upper thighs while I walked around town looking at guys kept me so hot for more that I had decided that naked was the only way to greet my husband upon his return from work. As I said my husband was a very good lover and the last twenty four hours had re-awakened his lust. He didn't take his eyes off me as he picked his way around the over abundance of conservatory furniture to where I lay waiting. He stood over me, kicked off his shoes, removed jacket, tie, shirt and trousers and pants together. Sans everything he knelt beside me. His mouth headed straight for my breasts, he knew exactly how to please. With his lips around a nipple his hand moved down across my belly and between my legs. That he might think I was too wet and slippery due to simple arousal didn't even cross my mind. He touched my button and the flood gates opened as I came for the first of many orgasms that evening. We kissed, we cuddled, he licked and I sucked. We made soft gentle love and had hard, passionate sex. We didn't fuck. I fucked with Ray, with my husband I made love. Dinner was late. We sat at either end of the couch with lap trays and our legs entwined while I told him of my two trips into town, sans panties, and how I had let my imagination run wild as he suggested. He pressed for details and I made it up as I went along. Seeing myself pressed hard up against a wall taking a quick length from a burly builder in overalls or laid over a car bonnet in a quiet woodland car-park. His eyes sparkled and his cock stirred. I stroked it carefully with my unshod foot working it back to erection. “Is that my sweet, my sweet? Am I to get my just desserts?” I asked putting my tray to one side and repositioning myself so that I could put my head in his lap. I'd discovered, even before meeting Ray, that sucking cock was a joy not a chore and made sure that my husband understood, long before we married, that sucking him off was for my pleasure as much as his, “Now, when we're in bed or both?” I asked devilishly. “Both, pretty please.” I redoubled my efforts and swallowed greedily before returning to my evening meal proper. “I was thinking,” I started, “if I had a mobile phone I could be out and about, sans panties, and you could ring me when I was anywhere. I wouldn't have to rush home to take your call. D'you think that might be a good idea?” He considered for only a moment. “Good idea! You could tell me where you were, what you were thinking and what you were doing. I'd enjoy that, letting my imagination run wild like it did this afternoon when you were in town.” Now that was a surprise! “It did? What did your imagination imagine?” “You don't want to know.” he said very quietly. “Oh yes I do,” I replied equally quietly. “I told you exactly what my imagination was doing, tell me what yours was doing.” He sat very still, a little boy lost look on his face. “Really?” it was a very small voice. “Really.” almost a whisper. He gulped, paused, looked right over my head then opened his mouth. Very quietly he said “I imagined the wind blowing your skirt up and men looking at the top of your legs.” “My pussy?” “Yes, your pussy. It was all puffy and swollen, wet and inviting.” “How did you feel about that?” “My cock was very hard, I had to rearrange it in my pants.” “So you enjoyed the idea? What happened next?” I asked very quietly careful not to show my excitement or break the wonderful spell. “They fucked you while I watched. After they'd gone we made beautiful love. You suggesting that you might be at home with another man at lunchtime started me thinking about it.” he finished. We sat silent for a long time, he looking like a rabbit trapped in the headlights me thinking how best I could make this happen to both our advantages. Announcing that I was really fucking another man while we were on the phone wasn't going to work for either of us. “Sorry,” he said quietly. I looked him straight in the eyes, “What have you got to be sorry for?” I asked gently, “I'm the one that told you that I thought men knew I was sans panties and that it made me feel hot and horny.” I got up and stood over him. “Budge over!” He moved deeper into the couch, I perched on the edge then laid down beside him, putting my arms around him for balance. He turned his face towards me with a weak grin and I kissed him deep and hard. “Did you really get a stiffy?” I asked in the best surprised tone I could manage. It broke the ice, he smiled. “Had to go to the loos for a wank,” he grinned. “A good one?” I was also smiling, inside as well. “Bucketfuls! Surprised there was any left for you.” he laughed. “So,” I said reasonably, “I get dripping wet at the thought of other guys fucking me and you get a stiffy and a good wank with the same thought. Then we have a fantastic love making session. What shall we do about it?” He thought for a moment. “You could take a lover, tell me all about it afterwards?” Inwardly I sighed with relief, he could have just said 'let our imagination do the work'. I didn't have a sensible argument against that logic. “I can't take another lover,” I told him, accidentally implying that I already had one. He looked dismayed. “I can't share my love, my love is for you and you alone. The thought of fucking with other men does turn me on though, I can't deny that but I don't need to love them to fuck them, do I? “What's Love got to do with it?” I sang with my best Tina Turner impersonation. His look of dismay turned to a beaming grin of sheer delight. “Perfect.” was all he said. “I can't promise anything but if a reasonable offer cums up should I accept?” I asked clearly hopefully. “Definitely,” he responded without any hesitation and kissed me long and passionately. I slipped off the couch to kneel beside him and reached for his flaccid cock. “Now let's see if we can get this beautiful beast fit to fuck, eh?” There’s more, if you would like?