Well we’ve technically been separated for a few months now, but it seems that we still love to shag each other, and now, maybe because we are not seen so much as a couple, we have shared each other with friends and even strangers. We still live within 10 miles of each other, Emma in the marital home and me renting at the moment in a nearby town, accessible to work. At 42 and married for nearly 20 years I sometimes think that I have maybe missed out a bit on life, Emma at two years younger has said as much and has made up for lost time so much quicker than I have. She is 5’10” tall slimmish with a tight arse, long legs and absolutely fantastic tits, 38d. She has long fair hair and when she dresses up she really looks the biz; the truth is I didn’t want to separate as I know I won’t find another like her, a she is also a randy sod. She has frequently said to me that cumming is the start of sex not the end, and that feeling me spunk inside her only leads to her wanting more and more, and soon. Well, if blokes are honest, they can occasionally come a couple of times quickly after each other, but even the best need a rest; Emma didn’t seem to need any such thing. Last Christmas, our first since we parted was going to be difficult, but we agreed for the kids sake that we would both make an effort. The usual round of Christmas parties came and went and Emma visited me and told me she had had a couple of overnight stays after parties already and that she had continued to play catch up; as she told me I became hard and she knew it and teased me endlessly before putting me out of my misery by giving me a blow job to relieve the pressure. Well after 20 years she said, we still know every inch of each other and what makes us tick. As I watched my spunk dribble down her chin, I knew just what she meant and then she kissed me, pushing my spunk into my mouth and rolling her tongue around. “It’s the works New Year bash,” she said, “if I can arrange a sitter for the kids would you come with me, for old times sake, no strings?” After deliberating for nearly two seconds flat I agreed. These are always held at a posh hotel, with live music and are always a great way to see the New Year in; why go to the local when you can have all this? The only down side, if it is one is that it is a black tie do and I am never comfortable dressed like that. Come the night though I dressed up, got my Taxi and met Emma at ‘our’ home and she looked stunning. She was wearing a chocolate brown full length dress of silk, that hugged her figure superbly, I saw she was wearing stockings, but realised they must have been hold ups as there were no giveaway lines higher up, indeed she cannot have been wearing knickers either?? Her nipples displayed themselves to great effect as we walked to the taxi and the cold night air hit them, she had a shawl but held it in her arms. Why was she leaving me? The journey to the hotel was about 12 miles and we gave each other the usual compliments before she stroked my thigh as we entered the drive and gave me a wink; “enjoy it” she said. The evening went really well as we met acquaintances and also new people from the organisation. Emma’s bosses were obviously aware of our situation and sympathised with me, though one, Ken, made comment that after 20 years I should be sharing her as she was stunning. His own wife, Pam, a little older, at I would say 50ish was a bit of a looker herself and seemed to accept his comments with good grace. As the night wore on and the drink kicked in Ken became ever more close to Emma, and being both her boss and a decent looking bloke, she did little to dissuade him. They danced, I am not much of a dancer and Emma loves to, so he was ahead of me there. I did try as the slower music started to dance with Pam, but made my excuses after a while and walked to the balcony, overlooking the neatly trimmed and floodlit lawns. Pam joined me after a while and passed me a room key. No words were spoken, but the objective was clear. I looked into the ballroom and saw Emma, she smiled at me and then nestled her head on Ken’s shoulder. I made my way to Pam’s room, or suite as it was, she sat in a comfy arm chair with a glass of wine and smiled at me. “ I knew you would come” she said, and pointed to another glass of wine. I raised my glass and sat opposite her. Her dress was a little more demure than Emma’s but really well made and fit her curves really well. After a while she stood up and walked over to me and spoke of how she had to put up with her husband’s infidelity to the point where it came to be an acceptable part of their life together. What he didn’t seem to know was that she too was quite amenable to the same. She took my glass from me, put an arm around my waist and a hand n my thigh before kissing me full on the lips. She then whispered to me, I maybe know Emma better than you think. I was puzzled but her kissing and stroking of my thigh took over and it wasn’t long before I was in a full on embrace. Pam turned around and asked me to undo her zip at the back of her dress, I did so and she stepped out of it. She was wearing a matching bra and suspender set with gorgeous stockings outlining her beautiful legs, and no pants, revealing her part shaven pussy. She kept on her high heel shoes and laid on the nearby bed. I took off my shirt and shoes, unbuttoned my trousers and laid at her side. I always go commando and my knob was straining to bet let free. We kissed for a while and she removed my trousers and began to give me head, licking gently at my slit and tasting the precum that was already evident. She licked her lips and then straddled me. Still dressed as she was. Lowering herself onto my knob and gently easing herself back and forth as she leant back. Her taut stomach leading up to her tits, cupped in a half cup bra that allowed her nipples to point skyward. She placed her hands on my shins and continued rocking back and forth until she came with an orgasm that shook her from head to toe. I couldn’t delay my ejaculation any longer and began to shoot my load into her. Without warning though she jumped off me and began to gobble my prick as I continued cumming into her mouth. She swallowed all but a tiny bit that dribbled down the side of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to catch this and she kissed me full on the mouth afterwards, I tasted my own cum and hers mixed together. We lay at each others side for only a short time before Pam said, “right back to the ball” she had stayed part dressed to make it quicker after sex to return to the ball, she had sucked me as she didn’t want my cum running down her legs from her pussy whilst in the main room. I dressed and we made our way back. We must have smelt of spunk and cum juices but I don’t think anyone took any notice, they were all wel on the way to being pissed. The usual hokey cokey and auld langs syne took place and I saw Emma was sat alone afterwards. She smiled at me as I sat next to her and then kissed me full on the mouth, “Happy New Year” she said, before looking me in the eye and saying, “I can taste Pam here can’t I?” It was a knowing smile that followed from both of us. She told me that Ken was a bore and a letch and that she danced with him to fee up Pam as she had always fancied me after being told by Emma that I liked to be ridden and I was adventurous in bed. Ken, I was told was now pissed and at the bar with the other execs, boasting that he had been touching up Emma through the evening, (whilst I had been shagging his wife). Emma took my hand and led me back out of the room and back to Pam’s suite, where this time she lay on the bed, naked except for the stocking clad legs and high heel shoes. Emma reached over her shoulders and undid her dress letting it fall to the floor before laying alongside Pam and kissing her passionately on the lips. Their bodies writhed together and when Pam laid on top f Emma I watched as their legs ground together ina scissor like action as they sought to pleasure each others clit. Each writhed for some time as they reached orgasm and I undressed and watched from the nearby chair, drinking my glass of wine. They each smiled and beckoned me to join them. They had been lovers for some time, before our split up and Emma wanted us now to share Pam. I looked at her on the bed and saw her pussy from behind, a magnificent view, as her arse cheeks, tight and raised showed just enough for me to rub my prick against her fanny. Emma opened Pam’s arse cheeks though and told me that Pam was an anal virgin. She reached down tongued around her ight hole and inserted first one then two fingers in her arse, before saying, “she’s ready now” I placed my knob end, already close to cumming at the entrance to her arse, before gently easing into her, a little at a time. As I entered her fully she let out a slight whimper of pain before I began to rock to and fro in rhythm. Emma teased her clit from underneath with her tongue and occasionally flicked her tongue across my balls as they slapped Pam’s arse. It wasn’t long before I shot my second load of the night, initially into Pam’s arse but then withdrawing and spraying her cheeks, letting some fall onto Emma below, She smiled as she licked both that, then Pam’s cheeks. We spent the night in that gargantuan bed, Ken not returning at all as they always booked separate rooms. Ken believing he would always pull during the night. I was totally spent as dawn broke. Emma and Pam slept a while but then pleasured each other through the night.