I had to cancel my pre-arranged date for Saturday, but I had two others, Tuesday and Thursday. I met and fucked both. No repeats required. For Saturday, I chose a restaurant near my flat. He was waiting. Over drinks, he asked what I had done since last Saturday. Working mainly, I told him. Then followed a conversation that had me squrming. "No dates?" "Well yes, two." "Did you fuck them both?" What??? "Yes, I did." "Any good?" "No. How about you?" "I only date at weekends." I suddenly felt unfaithful. I was rescued by the arrival of the main course, we had not ordered starters. I asked him how he felt about me seeing other men. His reply was refreshing; "Why should I? It's your body to do as you please." "Will you fuck me later?" "I'll fuck you know if you want. Ask them if they'll keep the food warm." "You know what I mean, soiled goods." He put down his knife and fork, took a mouthful of wine, and said; "I watch porn. Most evenings. I watch the girl fucked bareback in every hole, then the studs spray her with cum. Would I still like to fuck her? Absolutely." I leaned closer. "Do you wank as you watch?" He grinned. "I do, but all this week I've wanked thinking of you. Do you want a dessert?" I was creaming myself. "Yes. But not here." He smiled and paid the bill. We walked to my flat, me rather wobbly with lust, hanging on his arm. We stopped once, to kiss. His erection pressing against me. Lips brushing, he said; "I'd like to watch you being fucked." That was it, my knees went. He almost carried me to my flat. The sex was almost a repeat of previously, except that this time we made it to the bedroom where we helped each other to get naked. Then I knelt before him again to worship his lovely cock. This time he was able to enjoy it for longer. All that wanking? This time he warned me. I swallowed every drop. He licked and sucked me to several orgasms before mounting me, again in missionary, again protected, and rode me to my biggest and last. We lay panting, chests heaving. He then sat up and reached for his clothes. "Don't go, " I pleaded. "Stay for breakfast." I revived his cock with hands and mouth and we fucked again, this time with me on all fours. We fell sideways onto the bed, still joined, and fell asleep. I woke up first, at first startled not to be alone. I carefully peeled back the duvet and admired his sleeping cock, magnificent even at rest. I lifted it gently and took it between my lips. It was soon awake. We fucked once more, this time with me mounted. After two more dates, we agreed that perhaps we were an item. We agreed to dispense with condoms. But we also agreed that we would not be exclusive, provided we both practised safe sex. Eventually, we agreed to cohabit, then marry. We would still play away whenever the urge or opportunity arose. We stopped dating though. After six months, my by now husband suggested that I went back to online dating to try to find someone who would let him watch. Huge failure, my prospective bedmates left in a cloud of dust as soon as I mentioned a voyeuristic husband. "Try women," he suggested. "I'd like to watch that." I did. With similar results to begin with. Then I met Michelle. "Are you bi then?" "I suppose so, I've never though of myself as such, but yes, I suppose I am." "Will he just watch, or join in?" We hadn't even discussed it. I said; "Let's just say that he's got enough to go round." "When and where?" We met on neutral ground, in a hotel. Michelle came and tapped on the door. She and Hubby shook hands! Then it was down to business. Michelle took the lead, undressing me fully before she had shed a stitch. Then I undressed her. I was shaking, it was a long time since I'd fucked a woman and never before with an audience. By the time we were both naked, Hubby was too. Standing at a respectful distance with his cock in his hand. I had long since discovered that he was a show-er, his cock was almost as big soft as hard. Not that it ever was really soft, it always felt heavy. It had heft. It lengthened a bit when aroused, but got much thicker. Michelle and I kissed on the bed, oh so gentle. Her caresses also, no groping. We explored each other. She came first, from my fingers on her clit. Then again when I sucked it. Now I was in charge. When she had come for a second time, I scrambled up, straddled her face and offered her my dripping cunt. She devoured it. We lay in each others arms, Hubby came to the side of the bed, erect cock in hand and said; "Ready for the main course?" I most certainly was, but I deferred to Michelle, she had been keeping her eyes on the prize since it had been revealed. He stretched out on the bed and we worked on his cock as a team, passing it from mouth to mouth, switching from his cock to his balls or one of us rimming him as the other polished his knob. He didn't come. We had taken precautions. I had sucked him off before Michelle had arrived. Peremptory strike. Eventually and by agreement, we bagged him up together and I held it still as Michelle lowered herself onto it, squealing with delight as it stretched her. I straddled his face, facing Michelle and as his tongue found my pink pearl, her tongue found mine and we went into a tit-crushing clench. I came disapointingly quickly and rolled off to watch Michelle ride my husbands cock. He followed my example, grunting as he pumped into her. She rolled off and lay beside him. She told me later that she had not climaxed, that she liked the feel of a cock inside her, but rarely came from it, relying instead on fingers, hers or someone elses, or tongues, preferably female. We took a break. Hubby can often manage three deliveries during a long session, he has a good recovery. But not always, was this a two or a three? He soon gets hard again, so it's fun finding out. We lay on the bed, me in the middle, sipping wine. Hubbie's toolset resting. Michelle put down her glass and leaned over him, tits brushing his cock, to kiss me. It stirred. "How's your honeypot?" She said. "Filling nicely thank you. " I replied. She bent down and kissed the tip of Hubbie's now fully erect cock. "How about the cream dispenser?" "Needs a bit more work." Our pleasure. We worked. Very soon, Hubby said; "Delivery imminent, who's going to accept it. Again, I offered Michelle the option. She shook her head. Really? "I want it," she said softly. "Used." "Used how?" I said. "What do you mean?" "From your cunt," she growled. "Cream and honey mixed." Oh my… Since we first met, I must have swallowed pints of it, but always from the source. This would be a first. I lay back and spread myself to collect his tribute. Michelle guided him in. At first she kept her hand on Hubbie's arse, he told me later that she was rubbing his hole with her fingertip. It was distracting him from his purpose. She then moved so that he could see her cunt as he fucked me and she rubbed her clit. I came so hard I almost passed out. Hubby was not far behind, filling my cup with his lovely cream. Michelle all but pulled him off, sucked his cock clean, then turned to me. I came again almost as soon as her mouth touched my lower mouth. The thought of our cocktail being lapped up was too much. Hubby stood at the foot of the bed, cock still hard, wanking hard. Michelle was on all fours, mouth on my cunt, arse in the air. Hubby groaned, parted her arse cheeks with his thumbs and fed his cock into her cunt. I came yet again. Satisfied that she had scoured every drop, Michelle stopped sucking and pushed back to meet Hubby' thrusts. He pumped hard, sweat dripping from him, but was unable to come again. Reluctantly, he withdrew, then cursed; "Oh fuck! I forgot to put a condom on." Michelle rolled onto her back and said; "Don't worry, your's is the first cock I've had in over a year. Did you come? I'm not on the pill." That would not be a problem. When we decided to stop using condoms, he had told me that he was infertile. That was the main reason for his first marriage failing, she wanted kids. I don't, so it suited me. But I am still on the pill as a second line of defence with my casuals. Belt and braces. We didn't stay the night, the hotel had been hired just for the fucking. We said goodbye, we would be in touch. In our own bed later, Hubby said; "That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I've seen it on porn, but never imagined seeing it live." He had pleny more oportunities. We met with Michelle numerous times. She sucked his spunk from my cunt, I sucked it from hers. With a bit of coaxing, he sucked from both. And grew to love it. Our idyllic threesome came to an end when Michelle was posted overseas. It was a promotion and more money, but the biggest incentive was that to turn down promotion in her organisation, meant being sidetracked. Tearfully, she left us.