It was a long time before I had my turn. Summer was over. The next session was cancelled due to bad weather, and then the next. We had switched from email to texting as a means of communication, replying to the latest cancellation, I replied; "What happens in winter? Does it always have to be outdoors?" Adrian replied by calling me back. He said that he had been having the same thoughts, and that he had an idea that he had been working on. Would Ashley and myself go to their house for drinks, to discuss it on Friday evening, in place of the session? We agreed a time, he texted me the address. Ash and I agreed that 'drinks' would probably lead to fucking, so she dressed accordingly, a smart cocktail dress over the usual erotic undies, stockings and sussies. I wore a suit, but no tie. We opted to take a taxi, because we would be drinking. Their house was very impressive, a double fronted Georgian mansion in it's own grounds. The taxi dropped us at the door, Adrian was waiting to greet us, having seen the car arrive. He was casually dressed, in slacks and shirt, no jacket, but his clothes shouted quality. Lisa was in the enormous lounge, dressed in a similar way to Ash. After embraces, we were seated on a large leather sofa and offered drinks. We chose white wine. Adrian regaled us with his plan; The outdoor meetings were made more exciting by the risk of getting caught at it, but they, he and Lisa, were becoming bored with it. I was right to think that it was too weather dependent. What they had in mind was a regular indoor meeting of like-minded, uninhibited people like ourselves. Although he did not like the name, a swingers group. Also appealing was that, if we all knew and trusted each other, we could dispense with condoms. What did we think? I replied that I was keen, Ashley nodded her agreement in principle, but where would we meet, and who would be invited. Adrian replied that we would sound out the regular attendees of the al-fresco group, and as for a venue; "Follow me." Adding that Ashley was welcome too, but it was a bit of a building site, so perhaps not risk it. Instead, Lisa would show her the rest of the house. I followed him behind the impressive staircase, where there was a door leading to the cellar. Some cellar, it must have extended under the entire house. It was dry and smelled clean, but of plaster and paint. From the bottom of the cellar stairs, corridors ran left and right, Adrian turned right along a newly plastered corridor with several doors off. There was one enormous room, with a central pillar, presumably supporting the house above, a cloakroom, a bathroom as yet unfinished, and another W.C., completed and usable. "My pleasure palace." Announced Adran proudly. "The previous owner had a billiard table down here, the changes are mine. The big room will have a big bed, really a performers stage, with couches around the walls. There is access to outside from the other corridor, the house is on a slope. Also on that side is the boiler room and my wine-cellar." I was impressed and said so. 'Guests' could enter without going through the house, leave their clothes in the cloakroom and fuck each other senseless with no risk of outside Interference. A pleasure palace indeed. "The builders tell me that they will be all finished in two to three weeks." Said Adran. "You are invited to the inauguration." Back upstairs, I tried to describe it to Ashley. Lisa had told her the plan already. Ashley took my hand and placed it on her thigh. It took a few seconds for me to notice something different - bare thighs. I looked at her questioningly. She pushed her chest towards me - nipples. She must have removed all her underwear, beneath the dress she was naked. After more drinks, Lisa stood up, reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She was still in undies, gift-wrapped. She stood in front of me. "We should practice for the grand opening," she announced. "I need fucking. I want cock, your cock, followed by your spunk, right up my cunt." I reached for her but she stepped back saying; "Upstairs. On the bed." Adrian took Ashley by the hand and led the way. In the room was a king-sized bed. There were pillows on it, but no other bedding, the room had been prepared beforehand. Ashley turned her back on Adrian. "Unzip me." She ordered. She let the dress fall in a pool at her feet and crawled to the centre of bed, cock-stiffeningly naked. She turned over and raised herself on her elbows and raised her knees, allowing her legs to fall open, revealing her glistening treasure. Adrian was tearing off his clothes and soon joined her on the bed, kissing her first on the mouth, then on each tit. His hand reached between her legs for her moist cunt. Beside the bed was a two-seat sofa, providing a ringside seat for the arena formed by the bed. “Let’s just watch the show,” suggested Lisa. I unclipped her bra and she stepped out of her knickers, she too was now almost naked. Just the sussies and stockings for decoration. We sat down on the sofa, I put my arm around Lisa's shoulders and fondled a ripe tit, she started to wank me gently. Ash said something inaudible to Adrian, he smiled and lay on his back alongside her, his erect cock pointing at the headboard. She was on the other side of him from where we were seated, she leaned over him, took his cock in her hand and pulled down so it it now pointed at the ceiling, then she lowered her head and enclosed his straining tip with her bright pink lips, then slid down until she had most of his length in her mouth. How do women do that? The knob must have been on its way down her throat. A long time ago, I had tried it, with an appropriately shaped vegetable. I almost choked. (I also tried the thing elsewhere, that too, was a failure.) Ashley allowed Adrian's meat to slowly escape, wet with her saliva, before beginning to, not just suck it, but to make love to it. She explored every square millimetre with lips and tongue, not neglecting his balls and perineum, frequently returning to the head to give it a powerful sucking. At last, Adrian pulled Ash’s limpet mouth off his boner, rolled her over so that their positions were reversed, then went to work on her tits with his mouth. Having his fill of suckling, he kissed his way down Ash’s body towards her crutch, placing a gentle kiss on the smooth mound. He moved around so that he was between her legs, which she obligingly spread for him, revealing her treasure. He lowered his head and began to lick, now it was Ash’s turn to groan. I had to stop Lisa from wanking me, otherwise I would have lost it. Instead, she knelt between my legs and began to suck it. I soon had to stop this too. Adrian had drunk his fill from my wife’s cunt, he moved up until he was in a position to enter her with his cock. This was a heart-stopping moment for me, I had seen her fucked by other men, but with condoms. Adrian was about to push his naked cock into her. And he would come inside her, not into a rubber sheath, he would pump his hot spunk up her. She took hold of his cock with the fingers of both hands and guided him inside her. It was done. He fucked her quickly, like me he was probably bursting for release. And why should he not? He knew, as did we all, that there would be more to come. He was coming, his arse cheeks clenched as he sent his tribute into Ashley’s hungry cunt. He stayed on top of her for a few minutes, panting, then withdrew, moving away from her. His cock was still hard, shining with their combined juices. For a magical moment, a silvery string joined cock to cunt, then it broke, severing their connection. Ash stayed in the spread position, her tits heaving. Lisa spoke, breaking the trance; “Your turn.” She said softly. “What?” I responded. “Fuck her while she’s wet, show her that you really love her. Imagine how it will feel for her to have two tributes in quick succession.” This was unexpected. Sloppy seconds. Why not? I never had. I stood up and moved to the end of the bed, Ashley held out her arms to me. “More,” she said simply. Adrian's spunk was clinging to her ravished cunt-lips, thick, almost jelly like. A large blob oozed from Ash’s hole and slid slowly down her arse-crack. I positioned myself and pushed straight into her. “It was warm! I had not expected that. I entered easily, sliding full depth in a single stroke, displacing Adrian’s contribution. I could feel the wetness as my balls slapped against Ash’s arse. I could also hear the squelch as I fucked. Like Adrian before me, I fucked quickly. I was too wound up to try to make it last, I was fucking a cunt wet with another man’s spunk! Ash contributed to the frenzy, saying; “More, I want more spunk.” I quickly pumped my load into her. I pulled out and knelt back to admire my handiwork. Now she really was full of cum, it bubbled from her gape like champagne overflowing a glass. What happened next was the horniest thing I had ever seen. Lisa pulled me aside and lowered her face into Ashley’s crutch, placing her open mouth over the cum-filled gape. Ash cried out in surprise and stiffened, I thought she would push Lisa away, but she relaxed, lay back and began to accept it. My cock was back to full hardness, still wet from Ash’s cunt. Lisa’s shapely arse, spread by her stance seemed to be inviting me, cunt wet and gaping, arsehole tight but apparently winking at me. Could I?.. Of course I could. Not her arse, I had no indication that that was available. But cunt? Oh yes, that was certainly on offer. I positioned myself and pushed in, Lisa groaned into Ash’s cunt. I began to fuck, the movements transmitting through Lisa’s body, via her mouth, to Ash’s. Lisa continued her strange feast. A cocktail of spunk and cunt-juice. How would it taste, I wondered. The thought excited me even more, perhaps one day I would find out. I fucked harder. Ashley came powerfully and noisily, her first of the night. I felt my balls tighten as my second load presented itself for delivery. It felt never-ending, spurt after spurt flooding into Lisa’s welcoming hole. I slipped out soon afterwards, my erection completely demolished. I stood back to admire my work, now Lisa had a trickle of cum leaking from her. In an ideal world, Ashley would now do clean-up service for Lisa. To much to hope for? Lisa gave her no choice, she straddled Ashley and quickly crawled up so that her dripping gash was directly over Ashley's face, and then quickly lowered it, queening her. Would Ash push her away? Not a bit of it, instead she explored Lisa's fine body with her hands, while exploring her fine cunt with her tongue. I stood by the bed, wanking my cunt-wet, still hard cock. Adrian was giving his similar punishment sitting on the sofa. I was reluctant to sit beside him, thigh to thigh with a naked man, even though I had just enjoyed the feel of his warm spunk on my cock. Lisa was very quick to reach her orgasm and reluctantly dismounted. She walked unsteadily to the sofa and sat next to her husband. I leaned down and kissed Ash passionately on her cunt-juice soaked face. At that moment, I felt enormous pride and deep love for her. While my face was close to her, I whispered; "That was unexpected, you have some explaining to do." She just grinned. Adrian refreshed our drinks and we sat naked talking mainly small talk, how much we had enjoyed the session, how much we wanted a repeat. But it was clear that this one was over and that was fine by me. I felt that I still had a shot in my locker and I wanted my wife to have it. I found out later that Lisa and Adrian also, always tried to 'save the last dance' for each other. We dressed and called for a ride home. But before we left, Lisa invited us to dinner the following Saturday, not the next day, but the next weekend. We accepted. We did not talk much in the taxi, nothing we had to say was for strangers ears. In fact, we did not speak much until we were in bed. I asked Ash not to shower or wash. I wanted to suck a twice-fucked cunt. Lisa had devoured the lot, but in my mind, Adrian's cum was still fresh inside her. Then I fucked her and fired my last dregs into her, reclaiming my territory. We slept in, not surprisingly. Still in bed, I asked Ash about the lesbian encounter, saying; "Lisa was not your first was she. You have never told me about that part of your past." " There are lots of things that you don't know about me," she replied. " I don't suppose that you are secret free." "It was my first year at college. I had an American room-mate called Maddie. We were both dating, mainly other students, but at night, when the lights were out, Maddie would masturbate. In her own bed of course, but you couldn't miss it, she was a noisy comer. I began to look forward to it, playing with myself as I eaves-dropped. When she finished, I would bring myself off, but quietly. Or so I thought. One night I was almost there, when the bed clothes were lifted, and Maddie got into bed with me. She was naked. I was horrified. "If we are going to do it," she said. "We might as well do it together." At first it was just that, mutual masturbation. But it soon progressed to doing each other. 'Jilling" she called it, the female equivalent of 'Jacking'. Oral was a natural progression. I began to think that I was lesbian, she could make me come repeatedly, the males I dated just treated me as a spunk-bucket, except that it was always the condom that got the prize." She paused. "What happened to her?" I demanded. "She went home for the summer break and never came back. That was it. I have put up with cocks ever since, they're not bad once you get used to them." Needless to say, I had raging hard-on. She put up with it. Before we went too sleep, Ashley asked softly; "Have you ever had sex with a man?" "No, never." "Aren't you just a bit curious?" I didn't answer. Of course I was, but enough to do anything about it? At long last, Saturday came round again. And again, we taxied. The food was delicious, but we all ate sparingly, knowing that the main thing on the menu was sex. I was hoping for a show of torried lesbianism, this time with both in underwear. Probably not an uncommon fantasy. After we had cleared away, we sat allowing the food to go down, sipping excellent wine. "Tell us about the nineteen." Said Ashley. There was silence. Adrian looked questioningly at his wife. Had Ashley overstepped the mark? Suppose Lisa had told Ash in confidence and Adrian didn't know? I tried to change the subject; "Another time perhaps? How is the project coming along?" "No," said Lisa. "I don't mind telling the story:" " It was in my second year at college, it was RAG time. People were doing crazy things to raise money. One evening when we were all plastered, I said that I could raise money by letting people fuck me for £100 each. It was meant as a joke, very few in our group could afford £100 and besides, people could get it from their girlfriends for free. Word got round, 'Was I going to actually do it?' So I did. I wasn't expecting so many though. And it was the first time that I had an audience. I raised £1900." Ashley was entranced. She turned to Adrian; "Did you know about this?" Adrian grinned. "I was one of the nineteen." "Do you have anything to share Ashley?" Asked Lisa. Ashley told the story that she had told me the other night, about her lezzie year. When she finished, she turned to Adrian; "Your turn." Adrian pondered, and then; "In the Lake District there are four mountains over 3000 feet high. I have fucked on the top of all of them." "Not with me you haven't!" Squealed Lisa, genuinely surprised. Adrian continued; "A group of us went there for the specific reason of climbing all four. Skiddaw was first, it's supposed to be the easiest. It was in November, cold and blowing a hooley. Only two of us made it. We had the summit to ourselves. We celebrated by her leaning on the trig pillar, out of the wind as possible, and me fucking her from behind. The others gave up, if that was the easy one, they could spend the time better in Keswick's pubs. But I persuaded Jill, that was her name, that our new objective could be summit fornication on the other three. Helvellyn was next, it was busy. We found what we thought was a secluded spot and did the deed. We were interrupted just as I was on the short strokes. But I still managed to come. Scafell Pike was next. No problems there, the summit cairn is massive, with a good view all round. It was flat calm, blue sky but only on the summit, we were looking down on the clouds. We were able to take our time there. We had planned, rather badly it turned out, to do the last summit the same day, Scafell. It's quite close. It's very tricky to do. We made it, had a quicky, and started down. It was dark well before we got down. But we had scored all four. We thought we might try Ben Nevis and Snowdon the next year, but we split up." "John?" I had been racking my brain, I had little to tell, I said so; "My sex life has been boring compared to the rest of you…" "Not with me it hasn't." Interrupted Ashley. I continued; "My first sexual contact with a female was with a girl called Wendy. She was part of the group that I hung out with. She would wank us all off, one after the other, every time we met. We called her Wendy the Wanker." "Were there other girls in the group?" "Yes." "What did they do?" "Just watched." "Did anyone get to fuck Wendy?" "I don't know, it certainly wasn't me." Adrian re-charged our glasses. "I think it's time we stopped talking about it and started doing it, don't you?" He asked. We moved to the bedroom. Lisa put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "What would you like to do to me tonight big boy," she said, rubbing her mound against my burgeoning erection. "I'll think of something, it will probably involve spunk. But first, I would like you and Ashley to give us a show." "That gets my vote, added Adrian." Lisa turned to Ashley; "Ash?" She said simply. Ash had paused from her undressing of Adrian, his shirt was off, his pants and underpants round his knees. A fine erection quivered in in front of him. She looked longingly at it, then said; "Well, if it gets you two limp-dicks hard…" And she turned her attention to Lisa. They unzipped each others dress and helped each other out of them. Underneath, they both wore cupless basques, Lisa in black, Ashley in white. Lisa's was plain, no frills, Ashley's was lacy. Neither wore knickers. The went straight into a sixty-nine, kissing, licking and sucking each other's treasures. Lisa shuddered into orgasm, the first of several. Then, still head to tail, Lisa mounted Ashley so that their legs were fitted together in the scissors position, so skillfully demonstrated by the scissors sisters in a Yorkshire wood, was it only six months ago? Lisa fucked Ashley in this position, grinding her wet cunt against Ashley's until Ashley too reached her first orgasm. My cock was close to bursting, I dare not touch it. Clear fluid seeped from the eye. I looked across at Adrian, he was in a similar predicament. We needed to fuck. But the girls needed a break. Ashley moved from the bed and sat next to me on the sofa. Adrian topped up our glasses and sat on the bed. "What did you study at uni' Lisa?" Asked Ashley. Lisa laughed. "Art and humanities. I barely scraped it, but I would have got a first in fornication. Actually, it was a good place for firsts. I had a very sheltered life until then. At college I had my first fuck, first suck, first woman, first foursome, first gangbang. Everything except my first anal, that was with Adrian. In fact, Adrian has been the only one. How about you?" "I've never done anal." Replied Ashley, quietly. "Really? Why not? You don't know what you’re missing. John?" I shook my head. "Doesn't it hurt?" Asked Ash. "No." Said Lisa, firmly. People think that it does. I thought so the first time, but what happens is that the muscles there tense, the brain says that this should not be happening. You have to be relaxed and use plenty of lube. And you need to be told how to do it. By the third or fourth time, it slips in easily. You still need lube though, it doesn't juice like your cunt does." "If our guests are okay with it," suggested Adrian. "We can do the other thing." He explained; "Lisa would like to d.p.'d. We've done it with a dildo, but she wants two real ones. Perhaps John could provide what is required?" Ash was enthusiastic. So was I. I lay on the bed, Lisa mounted me, impaling herself on my erection. I pumped a few times to get fully engaged, and then Ashley slathered Lisa's other hole with lube, as well as Adrian's prick before offering one to the other. Adrian took control, easing himself past the pucker. I felt him enter, then felt Lisa's cunt seem to grip me as his cock fought for space, only a thin membrane away from mine. Lisa was muttering oaths as the two invaders competed. At last he was in all the way, Lisa told him to proceed. Adrian told me to remain still, he would do the thrusting. He began gently, then with firmer, deeper strokes. It was as if he was fucking both of us. He came first and withdrew, leaving me to catch up by pounding upwards into this remarkable woman. Lisa rolled off, saying; "You have to try it Ash, anything else is going to seem like foreplay after that." Ash needed to be willing to take one up the arse before considering having all holes plugged at the same time. But I felt that we were closer to that than ever before. At home in bed, I realised that she had been a spectator to tonight's activities. I said as much. "You can enjoy a concert without playing in it," she replied. "I probably came six or eight times tonight, all by myself. Just hold me." I held her and we fell asleep. We were both occupied with domestic duties for most of the next day. It was raining anyway. Bu later in the afternoon, we made time for a cuddle. We went to bed. Determined to make up for her being the odd one out the previous day, I got straight to the main item on my agenda – her clitoris. She likes it, I like it. It is almost guaranteed orgasm for her and I think that if it was possible to have orgasms of the tongue, guaranteed for me also. I took my time, I wanted it to be a good one. And it was. When her spasms subsided, she opened her eyes and said softly; “Fuck me.” How could I resist such a request? I entered her slowly, we fucked for an age. Always with me on top, but with as many variations as that classic position allows. At last I could hold back no longer, I pumped my passion and love into her warm clasp. I stayed deep inside for a time, still hard. I could easily have gone again, but I had other plans. Something that I had always intended to do, but in the little sorrow that always seems to follow a good orgasm, had always seemed to put off 'till next time. I raised myself of her, kissed her once on the mouth as I withdrew my still hard cock, once on each tip-tip, then moved down between her legs. Her cunt still gaped from the fucking, my spunk seeping from it. I lowered my mouth and staunched the flow, scooping up the discharge with my tongue and drinking down my own cum, flavoured with cunt juice. I had thought that I might be repulsed, but not so, I couldn't get enough of this strange cocktail. It was like rocket fuel to my cock. When I had scoured every drop, I squirmed back up and pushed it into Ashley’s unresisting cunt. I rolled onto my back, taking her with me and, ignoring her cries and squeals, pounded mercilessly up into her until my second delivery was spurting into her. We were both bathed in sweat, it had been a desperate, animal fuck. I held her close, feeling her heart pounding against my chest. This time my cock softened and slipped out. I relaxed my hold on her and she rolled off. I leaned over to kiss her. “That was kinky,” she husked. “Are you going to do that again?” I was tempted, but the bedside clock showed that we had been fucking non-stop for over an hour, we both needed a break and sustenance. “Put it on hold.” I replied. We got up, showered and went downstairs for food. I knew that I had more to give, but the decision would be hers. If she had said no, I would have had to wank, such was my need. She said yes, my sexy, up-for-anything, new Ashley, wanted my cock again. She started by sucking it until I was begging for release, then stopping just before the finish. “Do you want to come in my mouth?” She asked. I did. But I didn’t. How could I prolong my agony best? “Play with yourself,” I pleaded. “Make yourself come.” We sat facing, legs entwined, both with legs widespread. She began to play, spreading herself so that her clit poked out, then swirled her left middle finger around the oily bud. The middle and ring fingers of the right hand she pushed deep into her hole and slowly finger fucked herself. I gently stroked my erection, I knew that any more would have resulted in a spunk explosion. She built her pleasure gradually until she too, was at tipping point, then she growled; “Spunk on me, come on my cunt.” A few strokes was all it took before I fired my final shot directly at her flashing fingers. “Lick it off.” She demanded. I revelled in doing so, then started on her clit again. “I’m done, “ she protested. I can’t come again.” I had to try. Eventually my jaw began to ache. I pulled away, holding her cunt wide. Beneath it, the inviting pucker of her arse seemed to wink at me. I ran my tongue around it, rimming her and pushing the tip of my tongue against the tight muscle. She came, suddenly and sharply. Afterwards, before sleep, she murmured; “Why have you never done that before?” “I’ve tried many times,” I replied. “You’ve always pushed me away.” “I thought that was a prelude to sodomy.” She said. “It probably was.” “But not this time?” “I didn’t say that.” “But it’s so big and it’s such a little hole.” “Lisa seems to cope.” “She’s bigger than me. And Adrian is smaller than you. But I’ll think about it. Me too. We slept well. Unusually for me, I did not want to go to work the next day. I could not bear the thought of being separated from Ashley. I felt closer to her than at any other time in our relationship. I called her at lunchtime but her phone was turned off. Tiny alarm bells rang, this reminded me of our bad times, when she was spending her lunchbreaks being fucked by her boss. Surely not? But then I remembered that she was looking for another job. These city types often arrange interviews during their lunchbreak, a prospective employer could be in the next street, the same building even. She arrived home happy. "Sorry I missed you call, I had lunch with Lisa." I did not know that Lisa worked nearby. What I did know, was that the following Saturday was our wedding anniversary, I asked Ashley how she would like to celebrate it. She answered immediately; "The same way we celebrated our wedding, by fucking each other’s brains out. But this time, in our own bed. I'll cook, you can choose the wine, and we’ll have an early night." I could think of nothing better. These nights in, with a special meal and wine, were little more than extended foreplay. By mutual agreement, we abstained on Friday night, I was saving it for Saturday. I could think of little else during Friday and took myself to the loo on several occasions, intending to relieve the pressure building in my balls. Each time, I stopped before I came. It just made things worse. Ashley came home late. She said that she had arranged with Lisa to visit the ladies-only gym that she attended. When she did arrive home, I noticed that she had her hair done, apparently there was a hairdresser and beauty salon at the gym. Saturday was not so bad, there were things to do to distract me from what seemed to be an incurable erection. The meal was delicious, Ashley had dressed for the occasion and took every opportunity to flash what was under the short cocktail dress she wore. We skipped dessert. She had me unzip her dress and removed it in front of me. She wore the briefest underwear imaginable, including a tiny suspender belt supporting black, deep-welt stockings. They must have been new. I reached out for her, but she stepped away. “I need the bathroom,” she claimed. “Wait for me in bed.” I lay on my back, erection tenting the duvet. She emerged wearing a negligee, also new to me. She turned her back on me and let it fall, then slipped under the duvet naked. We kissed for ages, the kisses becoming deeper with every kiss, then she threw off the duvet and headed down to where my cock was waiting, bristling. She caressed it lovingly, fondled my aching balls, then held the shaft in her hand as she slipped her lips over the straining tip. I narrowly avoided losing it on the spot. Once she began sucking me, I could control it. And did she suck. She licked and kissed every part, sucked each ball in turn into her mouth and rimmed my arse before returning to the sucking. She released it and looked up at me; “Do you want to come?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Let me lick you.” She smiled and walked on her knees up my body until her dripping cunt was over my mouth, then lowered it slowly. I opened my mouth wide and tried to enclose the entire cuntal area, to discover that her pubes were hair-free. No stubble, just smooth skin. I looked up at her questioningly, she just grinned. I devoured her bald treasure, licking, kissing sucking. Drinking down the seemingly endless supply of her honey. My hands roamed over her body, caressing every square inch. I stiffened my tongue and found the pucker of her arse, pushing inside, at the same time holding her right tit in my left hand while the fingers of my right hand probed for her cunt. She came with my tongue up her arse and my thumb up her cunt. A powerful come, she bucked like a cowboy at a rodeo, except that it was the rider, not the mount, that was doing the thrashing. When her spasms subsided, she slid back down me and fed my cock inside her. “Don’t move,” she ordered. “Let me feel you.” She stayed still for a long time, recovering her senses and savouring my bulk inside her. She kissed me once on my cunt-wet lips, then sat upright. “I have a present for you.” She said. “In addition to your shaven haven?” I replied. “Better than that.” From behind her back, she produced a dispenser bottle and held it in front of her chest. The label read: “Analube.” I looked at her in amazement; “Do you mean…” “Yes. It’s long overdue. I was not a virgin when we met, someone else had that privilege, but this is like a second virginity, and I want you to have it, today, on our anniversary. I want you to fuck me in the arse.” She kissed me again, then lifted herself off me. She handed me the lube and positioned herself on all fours beside me on the bed. “Gently.” She said. I asked if I could do it from the front, I wanted to see her face, but she said no, not this first time. It has to be from behind so that I can move away if I have to. I positioned myself behind her and kissed both cheeks, then licked the legth of her cunt and finally, licked her arsehole again. I slid my cock into her juicy cunt again and moved slowly inside her while I applied lubricant to the other hole. When I slid gently out to re-align, she said; "Push it against me, I will tighten my muscles to resist you, but keep pushing, when I relax, it should pop in." Clearly she had had instruction, and I could guess from who. I pushed, she resisted. I kept pushing. Suddenly, she relaxed and the head of my cock entered. She screamed, I stopped. "Don't stop, keep pushing." She squealed. It must have hurt like hell, it hurt me, it felt as though my foreskin was being peeled off. I pushed again. I slipped further into her, then met resistance, she must have tensed up again. I stopped. "Is it in?" "Yes." "All of it?" "No, about half." "I want it all, keep going." I pushed, she screamed but I kept going. At last I was in up to my balls. I stopped. "Is it all in?" "Yes, are you alright?" "Yes." "Does it hurt?" "Yes, but it's a sort of good hurt. Move it in and out. Gently." I squirted more lubricant onto the junction and began to move, it became easier with every stroke, until I was gently fucking her. She continued to yell, but it was no longer screams of pain. I stopped and enquired yet again if she was content. "Yes, do it, fuck me, bugger me, ram you big cock up my arse, dont stop until you come, I want to feel your spunk as it spurts into me." She was content. I moved faster and deeper, she continued to cry out. And then I was coming. I roared like a bull as my pent-up tribute pumped uncontrollably from my aching balls. She fell forward, disengaging me. I rocked back on my knees, cum was leaking from her ravaged hole, my cum. I had breached the final frontier. Ashley turned to face me, there were tears on her cheeks. She smiled up at me and whispered; "Hello husband." I leaned down and kissed away the tears, then kissed her once on the mouth before wrapping her in my arms. "Are you sure that you are alright?" I asked, yet again. "Yes, I'm fine, that was fine, it was good." "You will do again then?" "Not right now." "Nor me, you were so tight back there, I think my cock is skinned." She laughed. "Shall I kiss it better?" "I think perhaps that it's too tender even for that." "It did hurt, but I think I could get used to it. I think that we have just turned a new page." I don’t think that I have ever felt closer to her than at that moment. Before I fell asleep, I reflected on the incident that had started us on this path, changed our lives and saved our marriage, that trip to Yorkshire. If our first taste of anal sex had just turned a page, that walk in the woods had started a new chapter.