I was 27 and newlywed when I inherited my father’s small, precision engineering company in the West midlands. The vultures gathered immediately, determined to take advantage of my youth and to take the company off me. Even my ‘friends’ thought that I was too young for the responsibility. But I had an engineering degree, a workforce more like a family than a company, and my mother, although in poor health, had a good brain for business. I made up my mind to prove that I was up to it, anything less seemed insulting to my father’s memory. It was hard, over the next five years I struggled to make ends meet, I sold our house and we moved in with my mother. I ran a three hundred pound banger of a car; we had no holidays and virtually no social life. And eventually, no wife. She left me for brighter lights. She seemed to take the bad luck with her. It was a turning point. Business started to boom and I met the woman who was to become my second wife, Alex. Sex with Alex was spectacular, not only did she indulge my every fantasy, but contributed several of her own. She was imaginative and enthusiastic in the bedroom. I soon discovered that she liked ‘dirty talk’. She liked to tell me what she wanted, using the earthiest terms. “Flood my cunt with spunk.” She would order. She also liked me to describe what I was doing, or about to do to her and to tell her what I wanted, also in the crudest language. It was not rough sex, often it was gentle love making, but usually with a porn-script commentary. After a good session, exhausted, we would re-arouse each other with stories about what we would do to each other next. One of my fantasies was to be able to lick her cunt while my cock was inside it. Alex found this exciting and amusing, but without amputation, very unlikely. We tried it with a dildo. Better than an empty cunt, she quipped, but not a substitute. We would just have to find another prick. (She prefers the word ‘prick’ to ‘cock’.) And of course, it would have to come with a man attached. Once we had introduced a notional second male into the equation, the fantasies blossomed; she seemed enthralled by the idea of a threesome. Sometimes I was part of the threesome; “I would have to lie on my back on top of ‘him’, with his prick inside me, to allow you tongue access.” She said, flushed at the thought. “Your chin would be on his balls! Would you suck his spunk out of my cunt?” “Anything to please you.” I replied. “Would you suck his prick clean?” I nodded agreement, by now fully aroused. Fantasy was replaced by reality as we fucked yet again. Sometimes it was with two other men and me as a spectator. She would describe what she would do to them and what they would do to her. In the cold light of day, I wondered whether we could make the dream come true, I became obsessed by the idea of seeing her fucked by another man. How on earth would we find one? This was in the late eighties. If organisations such as S.H. existed, they were unknown to me, and the internet was in its infancy, virtually unknown. Asking a friend would be inviting trouble. It would have to be a complete stranger. How to go about that? Do you approach a perfect stranger and say; “I would like you to fuck my wife while I watch.” ??? We tried placing a discreet ad in the paper, but although we had several replies, none sounded suitable. We tried bar pick-ups. Alex would sit at a hotel bar. I would sit nearby. She could pull within minutes, but once my involvement was mentioned, they would melt away. We stopped trying. The opportunity arose in an unexpected and profitable way. I had tendered and been short-listed for, a large contract with what I will call, ‘A large public sector company.’ Securing the contract would secure the future of the company for years to come. I had always dealt with private companies as clients, and usually had just one ‘contact’ to negotiate with and always met at their premises. This client was very different. The contacts, there were two, always came to me. They made it very clear that to secure the contract, I would have to ‘sweeten the pot’ for the two of them. I should have blown the whistle on them, but I needed the contract. I could not afford a cash sweetener, so what else could I offer? On their first visit, I had taken them out to dinner and afterwards, at their insistence, to a massage parlour close to the town centre. They would have their fun, I would pay the bill. It turned out that they liked to ‘share’ a woman. They made their choice and went upstairs while I stayed in reception, drank coffee and chatted to the receptionist, Vicky. It was a ‘slow evening’ and she was a good conversationalist, so I hardly noticed that more than an hour had passed before they re-emerged. As I drove them back to their hotel they had related the whole story for my enjoyment. They had taken turns to fuck her, two times each, then given her a ‘spunk shower’ by wanking themselves off onto her naked body. “She was drowning in cum.” They boasted. I told Alex all about it later in bed. She was very turned on by it and climbed on top of me directing my very hard cock into her very wet slot. “I wish it could have been me.” She said, as I blasted my own cum high up inside her. My two ‘contacts’, tormenters might be more apt, visited again two weeks later. My assistant, a mature woman who had been my father’s secretary before me, had been taken ill. Alex had taken a few days off from her own job to help control the paperwork which seemed to multiply every day, and to make sure that my guests were looked after. She showed ‘them’ into my office and went to prepare coffee. She was wearing a short black skirt and a plain white blouse. High heels are standard for her. She also wears specs. She looked to be the arch-typical sexy secretary. They could not take their eyes off her. I could not blame them, she is gorgeous. Their attention had not gone un-noticed by Alex. When she returned with the coffee, two buttons on her blouse had been undone, revealing deep cleavage. She poured the coffee and bent low in front of each of them as she placed the cups on the table, allowing them full views of her deep, perfumed valley. As she left the room, she bent to pick up something, allowing us a back view, right up her stockinged, suspendered legs to her crutch. She wiggled sexily out of the room, hamming up her servant role. “Who is that?” One of them asked. For some reason I did not want to let on who she really was. “Just a temp.” I replied. “I would love a crack at that,” he said to his colleague, “did you get a look at those tits?” An idea began to form in my mind. “You should see them coated in spunk.” I teased. Their eyes were like saucers. “Have you fucked her?” Said one. “Of course.” I replied truthfully. There was a long pause, they looked at each other, some kind of coded message passing between them, then the senior of the two said; “If you can arrange for us to have a go at her, consider the contract signed.” I left them to their coffee and took Alex out of their sight and hearing. I told her about the proposal. They were quite presentable, about our age. Alex thought about it. “I get to have my threesome and you get rich.” She mused. “We get rich.” I corrected. “And it will be a foursome; I would not want to be left out.” Her eyes were glazed, her throat flushed, her nipples pushed against the thin blouse, showing through her bra. “Do it.” She husked. I returned to my guests and told them the news. They could have her, that evening at their hotel, but I would be present. “I will probably want to go third.” I added. Eight o’clock. The appointed time. We bypassed reception and went straight to the room they had nominated. A big room with a king sized bed and a large sofa. They did quite well on tax payer’s money. They served champagne, then Alex excused her into the bathroom. “Ten minutes.” She said. “When I come back I want you all down to your underpants.” She was certainly living the part she had been asked to play. She emerged naked except for high heels, stockings and suspenders. Three pairs of eyes burned into her. Three cocks began to tent their concealing underpants. She slowly turned to allow full inspection of the goods on offer. Three mouths gaped open. “Let’s see what you’ve got then.” She said in a low voice, almost a growl. They obeyed, allowing two semi-stiff cocks to join the party. Alex knelt in front of them. Looking up, she opened her lush, brightly painted mouth, then bent to take the first length of meat between her lips. She sucked for a few seconds the transferred her attention to the second, giving it the same loving treatment. She broke her oral embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m so glad that I am not vegetarian.” She quipped, licking her lips. “Who is going to be first to fuck me?” She moved up the bed and spread her long, stockinged legs wide, revealing her moist treasure. My own cock was trying to tear my pants open. I was about to watch my wife get fucked, not by one stranger, but two. Stud one climbed between Alex’ thighs, she reached down to guide him to the spot and he slid home with a grunt. There was no subtlety; he fucked her hard and fast, coming quickly with a muffled cry. I watched his arse-cheeks clench as his seed pumped into Alex’ cunt. Depleted, he rolled off. Number two had been wanking his hard-on, priming it for his turn. He mounted Alex, slipping easily in on the lubrication his colleague had provided. He did not last long either, his contribution adding to Alex’ flooded fuck-hole. He too, rolled away and the eyes of the three of them were on me. It was my turn. I was going to push my prick into Alex’ twice-fucked hole, hot spunk running out of it and into her arse-crack. She held her arms out to me and I took my place. She used her fingers to guide me in, and she was hot. Hot and juicy with their cum. I probably lasted shorter than either of my predecessors, just the thought of what I was doing was enough to tip me into orgasm and a third helping gushed into my lovely wife’s clasping cunt. It was done. Fantasy fulfilled. But the evening’s entertainment was not. Alex went to the bathroom to clean up while more wine was drunk. I seemed quite at ease naked in the presence of two men, but we had shared more than nudity. The object of our sharing emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh, as though nothing had happened. How do women do it? She had been fucked three times in rapid sequence. Machine-gun fucking, but she looked entirely unaffected. If I had three willing women, side by side on the bed, on their backs, legs spread ready, could I come in one cunt then move immediately on to the next, fill that one, and still have some left for the third? I doubted it. But it would be fun to try! Give me ten or fifteen minutes to recover between fucks, and I knew that I could do three. A good session usually has me spurting three times. In fact I was ready for seconds already, but it was not to be. The other two moved in on Alex with practised ease, I was not included. They began by caressing and kissing every part of her lovely body, including mouth kisses. I had not reckoned on that. Mouth kissing is surely for lovers? They lay one each side of her, she on her back, they on their sides. She had a stiff cock in each hand, trying to wank them but distracted by what their hands were doing. One hand was under Alex’ neck, one was under her arse, spreading her cunt from behind. Another was strumming her clit while the fourth had two fingers deep inside her hole, finger-fucking her. As I watched, spellbound, she shuddered into orgasm. Her first. The triple fucking had not done it for her. One of the studs quickly disentangled himself and moved between her thighs with his face, enclosing her vulva with his mouth and pushing her to an even higher peak. As he slurped, stud two latched his mouth onto hers, stifling her cries while his hands mauled her tits. The cunt-sucking stud scrambled up between Alex spread thighs and slid his erection into her in one thrust. He fucked her more slowly this time. Stud two also changed position so that he could present his cock to her mouth; Alex sucked it in with enthusiasm. After a few minutes, they changed ends. Cock both ends. Alex must have thought she was in cock-heaven. They positioned Alex on all fours and number two slid into her from behind while number one took over the face-fucking. I was wanking gently, desperate to come, but unsure whether I would get the opportunity to spurt it into Alex rather than onto the hotel carpet, I held back from ejaculation. They fucked her for almost an hour, changing holes and positions frequently. I don’t think either of them shed spunk. It turned out that were saving it for the finalé. Alex had stipulated only two conditions: no anal and no cum on her face. She says that it stings her eyes. But the rest of her was available and they had decided to use her as a spunk shooting target. They knelt, one each side of her, and wanked. Very quickly, volleys of cum began to shoot from each cock, mainly onto her tits. I was so engrossed by the tableau, that I forget to wank myself. By the time they had finished it was too late for me, a solo wank with three spectators did not appeal, despite the fact that I had the grandfather of all ’stone-aches’. It was over. Alex announced that she was going to shower away their offerings, the three males dressed in silence. Ten minutes later we were shaking hands and saying our goodbyes. “You should get a call tomorrow,” said the senior of the two, “confirmation will follow in the post.” I never saw either of them again. The hotel doorkeeper showed us into a taxi and we headed for home, about a thirty minute ride. We were about half-way, neither of us had spoken. I put my hand on her thigh and broke the silence; “Are you alright?” “Yes. Why?” “You’re very quiet.” She seemed to consider the answer. “I was enjoying the highlights.” She replied. She had a grin from ear to ear. I leaned over and kissed her, allowing my hand to slide under her skirt to her crutch. Her gusset was soaking. Back home, in bed, me cuddled behind her, like spoons. My erection nuzzling between her buttocks. I kissed her neck. “Are you sore?” I asked. “No.” She replied. “But put it in my bum.” I was astonished. We had tried anal of course, but without much success, I never got it inside, it hurt her, so I had considered it to be out of bounds. There was however, a tube of lubricant in the bedside cabinet. Be prepared. Before she could change her mind, I lathered her rear entrance with the stuff and presented my straining tip to the tight hole. “Relax.” I murmured, and pushed gently but firmly. The knob popped in and she gave a little cry. I stopped pushing. “Go on,” she said, “do it. Fuck my arse.” Oh glory! She was so tight that it hurt me! A rare pleasure, but it did not last for long. As the passage became easier, I realised that I just could not hold it. I managed a few more strokes and let rip into her depths. Afterwards. Post coital cuddle. Face to face now. “Now I’m sore.” She said. What made you want to try that again? I thought that it was ‘no entry’ for ever.” I enquired. “If I’m going to fuck and suck other men,” she explained. “we need a place that is just for you. For your prick only. I’ll get used to it, but we might have to practice a lot.” Sure enough, I took a call the next day informing me that we had won the contract. It did not make us rich rich, but it certainly changed our lives. I called Alex to tell her the news and to suggest a meal out to celebrate. She could not. She was going to be late, but she would pick up a takeaway. I was to put ‘something fizzy’ in the fridge. We like takeaways occasionally, Chinese mostly. We eat straight from the containers, no washing up except for two forks. And on this occasion, two champagne glasses. The bubbles had their usual effect and we ended up sucking and fucking on the living room carpet. When we had caught our breath, Alex kissed me and said; “Carry me to bed and bugger me.” I was delighted to do just that, for the first time in my life completing a ‘triple’, spunking into her mouth, cunt and arsehole in one memorable session. We lay in each other’s arms, glowing contentedly. “What did you mean last night, ‘If I am going to fuck other men’?” I asked. “Do you want to do it again?” “Not with those two tossers.” She replied. “But you promised to lick me with a prick up me. You’re not going to renege are you? Besides, I have now had other men; we should get you fixed up next.” “With another woman?” “Unless you would prefer a man.” “Hmm. Do any of your colleagues need servicing?” I quipped. “But seriously, I only want you, but if you want a threesome I am interested. How could we do it though?” We fell asleep wondering.