“Darling, I'm home!” “In the study, My Love.” I was sitting at the computer when he entered, wearing my red heels, one of the skirts I had picked up in the Charity shop and should only ever been worn with leggings, also a waistcoat with no possible way of making the front fasten if the woman was blessed with any tits at all. On the screen was a portrait of me very clearly having a massive orgasm. David was an excellent cameraman with a perfect sense of timing. “Wow!” It was the desired response! “And we'll have that photo printed as large as it will go, and framed,” he said enthusiastically. “And where, pray, could we possibly hang it?” I asked delighted at his response. “In here, over the computer?” he suggested, “a reminder of the joy it brings when you reply to your emails. How about in the hallway, so everybody sees it and thinks I'm a stud? Over our bed, giving you something to look forward to and me to aspire to? I know, over the bed in the back bedroom so that all who see it know what is expected of them? We could get four done, if you like.” By then I was on my feet and hugging him close. He eased me away, stepped back and told me to 'give us a twirl, girl'. I twirled quickly making the little skirt look like a naughty halo just below my belly button. I spun a couple of times more before stopping, facing away from him, and bending to touch my toes. “See anything you like, Master.” I asked coyly. “I do, very much so. Have you had that in all day?” There was a gleam in his voice, if voices can have gleams? “No. That's in solely for your pleasure, I slipped it about half an hour ago. Come and look at what I got up to today.” I invited. “I went shopping at lunchtime,” he said, “I've a little something for you first.” he held out a nicely wrapped package about 5” x 8” and an inch or so deep. “I think you will be needing this,” he said with a smile. I turned it over in my hands looking for the point to start unwrapping it. It wasn't a small item of clothing, I didn't wear small clothing preferring to go without wherever possible. Anyway it was too heavy. A new toy? My mind flicked through the online adult toy websites we often visited together but could come up with nothing that size and shape. It was a diary! A dirty diary for a naughty wife! I tore at the wrapping excited that my husband should be so into the new us that he wanted me to record it in a diary. A cardboard box emerged from the debris. It had a hard cellophane sleeve underneath which was another piece of card with the word “Enjoy!” printed in large Gothic lettering. I slipped the package out of the cover and lifted the lettered card. A dimpled black rectangle peered back at me. I lifted it out and looked at it carefully then looked at my husband quizzically. He laughed then picked up his brief-case removing another box about the same size. “This is the original packaging,” he said passing it over, “it's a 500gb portable hard-drive, you can keep all your photos, videos, contact details, notes and diary in one place. You won't have to worry about the computer going wrong or anybody having to dig around inside it to fix things. Your own portable, private cloud. Now, let's have a look at what you've been up to today.” My husband thought of everything! We didn't rush and it took well over an hour with dozens and dozens and dozens of photos. I carefully explained each one, how it was and when it was taken and Adrian always asked how I felt at the time. I had the two videos from the phone shop and a good half-an-hours worth of video of David and I. Adrian said he liked David, that he seemed to be very attentive, intuitive, seeming to know what I would enjoy. He particularly commented on the 'loan' aspect and not 'letting me use' or 'give' in his comment at the end of the first video. Almost as if he fully understood the essentials of the relationship. Then he surprised me. “What did Andrew think of your smooth pussy?” he asked. “Andrew?” I queried. His turn to laugh! “The young lad you seduced in the phone shop. Obviously you were far too busy talking him into your bed to even ask his name.” Fortunately all said with a great deal of pleasure, “He was wearing a name badge on his shirt when he took the photo of the pair of you together.” he finished. Like I said, my husband didn't miss a trick! I just hoped that I had buried Ray's visits to the house completely. “Guilty as charged, m'Lud!” I confessed. “I watched his face while I teased him and his crotch whenever I gave him a hint of what might be available in the future. Extra tuition is organised for Monday, is that OK?” “Who will be the teacher?” he asked “What's for dinner? I need to build my energy levels up and I'm starving.” At dinner the waitress wore red heels, a skirt, the hem of which didn't even reach her pussy and another silk waist-coat that was never designed to meet at the front. Over dinner we talked about my day. I gave him chapter and verse of the training session in the phone shop and how turned on I was and how turned on Andrew appeared to be. My husband didn't ask about my session with David. He didn't need to having seen dozens of photos and more than a few videos. After I had asked David to take the photos of me giving him head for both my pleasure and my husbands he just took them whenever he felt they would be enjoyed. He made no attempt to hide his face and made me take the photos and video when he was eating me out or had his hands full. Adrian had enjoyed watching me suck cock, cleaning it up after I'd been fucked as well as David enjoying a cream pie. I'd been fucked, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and face fucked all lovingly recorded if not in entirety then certainly in part. For the first doggy fuck he placed the camera right beneath my cunt producing a very graphic video of his cock pounding my cunt and the subsequent spunk being deposited. David had even given a short commentary at times and had encouraged me to express myself as I felt fit. He'd even asked what words would be acceptable, was 'cunt' OK or should he say 'pussy?' I told him dirty talk was very, very acceptable. Even that conversation was recorded as it went on while I was riding cowgirl and he was enjoying my tits bouncing. My husband had seen us cuddled up recovering after a hectic fuck. David's flaccid cock covered with a mixture of his spunk and my juices and David's spunk oozing from my well fucked cunt. He'd watched us slowly recovering and start to build up to another fuck, kissing and playing before rampant cock slid easily into welcoming cunt once more. Not once did my husband show any signs of distress or unease. He was excited! Often saying softly to himself 'good girl!' and other encouraging comments as if he was actually in the vehicle with us. “He didn't once call you a slut!” observed my husband just as I was serving dessert. “I noticed that and mentioned it. He said that he didn't agree with usage of the word. When a guy enjoyed lots of women he was a lucky bugger so why was a girl that enjoyed lots of men a slut? I couldn't argue with the logic but I did point out that sometimes, just as a girl could enjoy filthy talk during a fuck she might also enjoy being called a cock sucking cum-slut. Particularly if she had had an all prim, proper, missionary position and lights out kind of upbringing. Not the sort of thing she would enjoy being shouted down the aisles at the supermarket though.” “And I bet you let him believe that you had had such an upbringing,” he said pulling me onto his lap and nuzzling an escaped nipple. “Well, I did!” I objected. “True but I did fuck you against the back wall of your Dad's garage for twenty minutes at your birthday party, or was that somebody else?” he asked while sliding a finger into my wet pussy and making me shudder instantly. “No, that was me. Probably the best fuck I'd had to date. Maybe I had decided to kick over the traces early in life.” I admitted while still wriggling with delight. We settled back to our meal. Over coffee, when everything was properly mellow I asked the question that had started at the back of my mind as I had left David. Was he, my husband, happy with how things had suddenly gone? I was pretty sure of the answer after his comments and enthusiasm when we looked at the photos and videos but I needed confirmation. When we were going through the photos Adrian kept returning to one where I was running my tongue around David's cock head while looking straight down the camera lens. It was a beautiful photo if I say so myself. Adrian would pause at a photo, study it carefully then return to the 'head' shot. Look at that carefully then return to the other and continue through the set. When he got to another good shot he again studied it closely, returned to the 'head', went back and continued. This went on until the end of the photos when he again returned to the 'head', clicked with the mouse and set it as 'Background' and minimized the viewer and there was me, bigger than life size running my tongue around another man's cock! Our desktop is not very cluttered, Adrian likes things to be orderly, everything in its place and a place for everything so there is one row of icons on the left side of the screen and the rest of the screen had been a scenic view down Yosemite Valley. Where Half Dome had once been in pride of place was now my head and a magnificent cock in close proximity. “You can't have that there!” I told him. “And why not? It's a beautiful picture of my wife. I can have a picture of my own wife on my own computer for goodness sake!” he objected. “Well, yes, put like that there's no good reason not to except, that's not your cock!” I pointed out reasonably. “I don't have a problem with that. Do you?” he said. When we were looking at the videos there was one, no actually quite a few that Adrian really enjoyed but one particular one that he kept drawing him back. I wasn't being fucked or even sucking cock. I was getting off the bed, naked of course, and going to the kitchen unit where I brewed a restorative beverage for the pair of us. As I reached up, for some reason using my left hand, to get the biscuits from the overhead cupboard my right breast was in perfect profile. He took a screen shot of that frame. The next sequence was David getting up to do the dishes, well clear the bed in preparation for more sex to be honest. Davis was naked, of course and clearly nearly fit-to-fuck. At the end of the two sequences Adrian simply said 'you both looked very comfortable together.'. All I could say was that we were. But that single comment brought the question clanging back into my consciousness. My husband looked directly at me across the dinner table. “Promise not to be cross?” “Promise.” I promised. “Over the years,” he started, “even before we married, we have been pretty adventurous sexually. Tried just about everything a couple could try one way and another. The last few years have been a bit sparse, sex wise. When it did happen it was great, it just didn't seem to happen very often. I got to thinking you were having an affair. Then I started to ask myself how I felt about another man fucking you and that made me as horny as hell, which I must admit surprised me. Every time I thought about another man enjoying your body I got a hard on. I found a web site full of stories and most of them related to wives getting fucked by other men and their husbands enjoying it and encouraging them. So I didn't feel so bad about my feelings. I just couldn't think of a way to introduce the subject to you. Last week, when I phoned and you told me you were wearing no knickers I instantly thought that your lover was with you and I'd interrupted you mid fuck. Then you made that funny little noise like a stifled cum. My cock was hard for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't wait to see if you had no knickers on when I got home. When we fucked you were so wet and swollen I hoped that you had been fucked earlier and I was getting the benefit.” I said absolutely nothing. “The following day,” he continued, “you told me that you were sans everything because you had gone into town without panties and that had made you so horny and felt so hot that you needed a shower. We teased each other about you having a man here, Then you made that stifled cum noise again. You admitted it was a cum you had had, and said it was my fault for making you think about another man fucking you. Well I hoped he was. I was hard all afternoon, ready to fuck you as soon as I got home. When I got home you were also ready to fuck. As horny as I've ever known you to be. Everything about you screamed I've just been fucked and I want some more! And I was ready, willing and able to give it. My cock was like iron, you might remember, your cunt was swollen beyond belief but was also full of another man's spunk! That thought alone made my cock harder and his spunk let me slide into you without too much resistance. It felt incredible feeling his spunk moving around my cock. I just wished I had had the nerve to mention it a long time ago. Does that answer your question?” I was speechless! I've said before that my husband didn't miss a trick but spotting I was getting fucked only minutes into the affair just takes the biscuit! “Close your mouth, there's a fly coming,” he suggested, “how long has Charlie been fucking you?” He didn't seem at all annoyed, in fact he appeared very happy, words were good but could easily mask a true feeling but his body language backed up everything he had said. He was happy with how things had turned out! Honesty had been given and only honesty could be returned. I had been brought up proper, after all. I took a deep breath. “It wasn't Charlie,” I stated. “I didn't fuck with Charlie until the day you gave me permission. It was Ray. Ray was my boyfriend immediately before you. We fucked for two years solid, at every opportunity and many where there was an enormous risk of discovery. We split up just before my birthday for two reasons. 1. He fucked another girl. That wasn't a problem, I'd fucked other boys but he didn't tell me. She did! That was a problem. 2. I'd met you, or seen you actually, and decided that you were the one I wanted to spend my life with. Much to my parents surprise I didn't invite Ray to the party, I invited you and you fucked me beautifully only a few yards from my parents! I had a hell of a job not making any noise but Ray and I had practised that.” After that I told my husband everything that had happened from the fortuitous meeting with Ray in the coffee shop to him dropping me off in town sans panties following his suggestion. I didn't pull any punches, ignore anything. Just exactly as it had happened. I then went on to tell him that he had now gone abroad I knew not where, he would be back sometime, I knew not when. The only way I could contact him was via email and had set up a new account to do so. He had suggested that I got a phone. I'd exchanged a few very rude emails with him but the latest one, received on Monday, had worried me. I then logged into the account and showed him all of them. “That app is a tracking app! That one is one of those very secure messaging services! Why would he want to use that?” he asked. I didn't know the answer to that and told him that Charlie had asked the same question when I had sought his advice. I also said that I had no idea where he lived and all that I did know was that his third wife cleaned him out but somehow he can afford a new, very top of the range XKR! “Curious!” said my husband then, “Are you going to fuck him again?” That surprised me. I had to think about that as well. “Here, now with him nowhere in sight I can say No without hesitation BUT if he was here and said 'I'm gonna fuck you babe!' I cannot honestly say I would refuse. To be fair, I think I could honestly say I wouldn't refuse, sorry.” “Nothing to be sorry about. He dominates you, yes?” Wow! Now that came from nowhere. I hadn't considered that at all. “He never made me do anything I didn't want to do, ever, but somehow he knew just which buttons to press that made me want to do exactly what he had suggested. Like in the coffee shop he said it was more dangerous to come here and not go to his empty bachelor's house. That instantly made me want him to fuck me here.” “OK, here's a thought. Rather than turn your head inside out agonising about the whys and wherefores, if/when he turns up and wants to fuck, you do whatever you want and enjoy. I suggest you keep him apart from me, Charlie, David and Andrew, don't invite him into that group. Just fuck him as and when you want with my blessing. I have a sympathy for him, inadvertently he started this ball rolling and I for one do not want to stop it, Do you? Whatever he does for you and how, is certainly good and he deserves a drink for enabling this to happen.” Adrian being ever the practical Adrian. I didn't know if I should kiss him or shout at him. My decision but what did I want to decide? I kissed him. There’s more, if you wish?