Michelle was back. She had landed the day after we left for France. She had phoned, but we had decided to spend two uninterrupted weeks and had left out phones at home, so she had written. I called her and we arranged to meet for lunch the following Saturday. Her posting had ended, was it really a year? She was on leave pending re-posting. She had been promised a home posting. But she had more news, she had a man. Really? I thought she preferred women. They had met overseas. The tropical climate had not suited her, she had fallen ill, René had been one of her doctors. Anglo-French, they had connected immediately. According to her he fucked like a man and sucked like woman. He knew about her triangular relationship with Hubby and me and was keen to meet us. So that meant... "He's here?" "He is. We came back together. He has taken a teaching post at UCL." We spent the whole afternoon catching up, mainly our adventures since she had left. But our experiences with Anneka intrigued her. Especially the interaction between Hubby and her. "I thought that he was as straight as a laser beam." "He is. But he is incredibly curious. I convinced him that that might be the only way to satisfy that curiosity." "Would he do it again?" "I doubt it, he would be furious that I've told you, you must promise to keep it to yourself." She said that she would. I changed the subject onto René. His mother was French, his father English, but he claimed that in fact he was all French, that his mother had a secret affair resulting in him. But he had been born, raised and educated in England. I was curious, was he curious? "I really don't know," she replied. "The subject hasn't arisen. He loves the idea of watching you and me together and he says that he would like to see me fucked by another man. He says that he has shared women, spitroasting, double fucking, sloppy seconds…" "With you?" "No, with others. He fucks me in the arse, I suppose that's not much different to fucking a male arse, but he's never said." Sloppy seconds. Even I had not experienced that, thanks purely to condoms. And Michelle had never allowed Hubby to fuck her arse, 'Too big.' We were invited to dinner. We had a lot of catching up to do. We agreed that it would just be dinner, a chance to meet each other. Decisions about anything else would be made afterwards. René was lovely. I made up my mind immediately. Despite his name and claims that he was really all French, he was as English as you could immagine. It would of course, be his decision. For the three of us, merely a long awaited resumption. Michelle called during the week. Green light. I tried to plan things in my mind, but it's a hopeless task. If the stars were aligned, it would happen. We sat in Michelle's large lounge. Two three-seat sofas facing. Nothing in beteen but sexual tension. Sipping drinks. Michelle suggested that we should play a game of secrets, we would draw cards for who went first. I 'won'. I had few secrets from my husband, I would have to go a long way back. I told them how I lost my virginity, or rather, gave it away. And good riddance. "It was all organised, my best friend at school organised it. There was the usual alpha-male, the sort of person whom nowadays I would not waste saliva spitting on, but he was the man. A strutting peacock who had done the big favour for a lot of girls. We met him in a straw-barn. We had brought something to lie on. My friend was first, she removed her shorts and knickers and lay down with her knees up. Our 'idol' pushed his jeans and pants down to his ankles revealing his pride and joy. My friend and I had seen it before and been allowed to wank it, which had earned us the privilege of what was about to happen. He positioned himself, she guided him in, giving a little squeal as he entered. He pulled out as he came, splashing spunk onto her belly. Then it was my turn. I don't remember his cock going soft, he wanked it while I positioned myself, then I guided it in. I remember it being wet. He didn't pull out with me, shooting whatever he had left inside. It was clinical but neccessary. One less thing to worry about as we entered womanhood." "Wow," said Michelle. "No condoms?" "No condoms." René chipped in; "None necessary, the chances of pregnancy are quite remote, of catching anything, even more remote." There was silence. He continued; "Chances of conception from a single contact, about one in twenty. Chances of catching something nasty, well, thats a lot more complicated. If you stick with people you know well, very low. If you know nothing about who your fucking, use protection. These are statistics and, well, you know. But we can cure most things." "So if there's fucking tonight," I said. "It will be bareback?" He nodded. I could hardly wait. René drew the next high card. "I once fucked another man, and he me. Anally." Then he added with a grin; "With condoms." They had been students, both curious about what it would be like to suck a cock to ejaculation. Now he knew. Buggery had been an extension of the experiment. He said; "No matter how much you read about some things, you just have to try it for yourself." Michelle told us about her first and only gangbang. Also at college. To raise money for charity, she and another girl had taken on 'about twenty'. She claimed not to remember much about it, she had been very drunk. But she remembered the finale, the spunk shower. Hubby shyly told them, I already knew, about Anneka. I think the ice had been broken. I crossed to where René was sitting, knelt between his legs, fished out his cock and sucked it. Longer than Hubby's, but a lot thinner. René stopped me, saying; "I'm very close, is this what you want?" "Not really," I replied. "I want fucking." Removing only what was necessary, he fucked me from behind, kneeling on the sofa between my husband and Michelle. The first time my husband had seen a bareback cock up me. Michelle had Hubby's cock out and was wanking it. René gasped that he was coming and flooded me with thick hot spunk. With him still deep inside me, I heard Michelles voice say; "Sloppy seconds, fuck her while it's still warm." René withdrew, his place immediately taken my the familiar feel of my husband. I was still breathless from René's vigorous pounding when Hubby added his contribution. This was going to work. After a short break, Michelle got the same treatment. By some sort of unspoken understanding, there was nothing more. It had been a tester, now we would wait for their next move. In bed that night, I asked Hubby what he thought. "Seing you fucked bareback was a long wait, but worth it. It was awesome. I had the urge to suck his cum straight back out of you, reclaim you. Michelles suggestion was possibly better, sliding into his spunk was mind blowing. I loved it." Our foursomes became a regular thing, replacing our club activities. Not frequently, but enough to make it very special. Frequently they were at their place, we were still in my small flat. But we also had weekends away at comfortable hotels. The pleasure two people can get from each other seems to multiply when a third is added, a fourth makes the variations almost infinite. It should be compulsory, especially it the four are bi. Unfortunately Michelle and I had no success in convincing our men. Sloppy seconds was a regular thing and Hubby loved cleaning us girls out, whosever cum he was slurping, preferably both. But we could not persuade them to go one on one. They had tried it, filed it away and never again. It came to halt again when Michelle was posted overseas again, this time to New Zealand. René went along. The hotel pickup thing described in Part one, was my idea. Some of the hotels we used were golf resorts. None of us played golf, but the country house atmosphere suited us. I had noticed that the other guests were predominently men. I floated the idea to my husband. The rest, as they say, is history.