Hi, thanks for your wonderful comments. It makes a girl feel good when others enjoy what she gets up to. I didn't walk to work the following morning – I floated. I was on cloud nine. The previous afternoon and early evening had been spent getting stupendously fucked by my boss, with the full permission and knowledge of my wonderful husband. My boss had then taken me home and I told my wonderful husband how well my boss had fucked me. This had made my husband's cock nice and hard and we fucked and he pumped his spunk into my well used cunt and added it to the spunk my boss had been filling me with for most of the day. I hadn't managed to get my husband's cock hard enough to fuck me, get his cock inside me, fuck me and pump his cum deep into my cunt in years! I felt totally fantastic! A true Sex Goddess. I left for work on top of the world with instructions, from my wonderful husband, to offer my boss his heart felt thanks. He was already in the office when I arrived, again. Very unusual! Was he the boss, Lionel or Mr. Jones? I didn't have long to wait! “Morning coffee I think, Miss Smith, black and very strong, 15 minutes! We have a lot to do today. Lots of catching up to do. Lots of work ahead also.” “Certainly Mr. Jones, strong black coffee in 15 minutes.” I left his office my new world was back together again. 15 minutes later, on the dot I took the tray into Mr. Jones's office, put it on the side table, then put the mugs and the plate of biscuit on the desk, notebook and pencil at the ready I sat opposite him. He looked up and smiled. “Would you mind very much if I asked you to put your bra back on? In here? It's just that we need to concentrate and we have lots of planning and people to talk to today. You can let me take it of later if you like.” he asked worriedly. “It's in my bag, I'll pop and get it.” I told him. I was quite brazen. I stood directly in front of him and he watched me remove my blouse and enjoyed the view of my full tits and erect nipples. I slipped my arms through the loops and lifted the straps to my shoulders before turning and asking him to do me up. He didn't rush and I didn't complain. I asked him to make sure everything was in the right place. He did, tenderly, and it was clear he was not new to the task. We both enjoyed it. He helped me with my blouse, leaving maybe one too many buttons undone. We started proper work! We had tea and he had another biscuit, at 4. “OK! Miss Smith, a few minutes to relax then you can let me remove your bra.” he said. I told him I would relax much quicker if he removed it for me, now. He did, leaving my blouse undone thus leaving my ample tits displayed for his enjoyment. My nipples were fully erect and there was no point in denying that I was enjoying it as much as he. My bra joined the knickers in his top drawer. I said how wonderful his performance had been when he returned me to Tom. How we were still chuckling over it this morning. He said he had been worried about any possible tension that might occur after he left, especially as he had been making love to me most of the day. I stopped him right there. “Lionel! We didn't make love! We shall NEVER make love! We fuck! If Tom ever suspects that it was and is totally wonderful or that we make love, it will break his heart. I couldn't bear that. You must promise me that you never mention making love to me, to Tom nor must you make love to me in Tom's presence. We always fuck or have sex or... because...” I sort of ran out of steam, dried as we Thespians say. “Because?” he queried. “Because I'm going to need your help to believe that as well.” I admitted. Lionel's fingers were steepled, he was lost in thought. “Fuck you not make love to you? Believe it or not you are the only married woman I've ever made love to OR fucked! It will draw on all my considerable skills as a Thespian.” He looked at me with a beautific smile, “we need to perform, we can both do that! We need a production, a plot, rehearsals, dress rehearsals. Do I mean undress rehearsals? And then, pause for effect, Live Theatre! More coffee Miss Smith, this creative genius needs caffeine ” he pronounced. “I'm on my way Mr. Jones,” I responded and burst out laughing! “Oh! And Sheila.” - - “Yes Lionel?” - - “Better do your blouse up, just in case somebody comes into the outer office!” he finished with a wicked grin. Ooops! 10 minutes later I re-locked the outer office door and returned with two mugs of fresh, strong coffee. He had moved from the desk to the easy chair near the window. His thinking place as he called it. I put the mugs on the little side table and perched on the arm as indicated. He outlined a quick idea, we worked it over between us and by the time the coffee was cold we had a workable plan. I reached for the direct line 'phone to ring Tom. “Hi, Tom, everything is wonderful. We've been so busy today with proper work that we have only just had time to talk about yesterday... No, I haven't got that far yet.... Yes he's here, he's got his hand up my skirt finger-fucking me with two stiff fingers... I'll put us on speaker phone, you can tell him yourself.” I pressed the button. “Hi! Tom, Lionel! - I hope so, I would be surprised if Sheila had reach gang-bangs quite so soon. - Hold on Tom, Miss Smith, take a memo – gang-bangs! I was already on the verge, especially after planning all sorts of possible pleasures for Tom and us! Now I've just told my wonderful husband that my lover has two fingers in my cunt and is finger-fucking me and they, bless them, are now discussing a gang-bang! My mind went straight into overdrive! I grabbed Lionel's wrist, held it rock steady and fucked my self with his fingers! I didn't even attempt to keep the sounds of my delight the slightest bit muted I fucked his hand for all I was worth, sobbing, panting, moaning, wriggling and groaning. Then I climaxed – came doesn't get anywhere near it! I shook, flooded and then squirted all over Lionel's hand and shirt sleeve culminating with 'OMG' and Sweet Jesus as I clung to Lionel's head for support. I could hear odd snippets of conversation in my faraway dream but nothing tangible. Shit! I thought if it is like that when Tom is just listening on the 'phone how good is it going to be when he is in the room with us? “Miss Smith!” I came back to the real world. “Yes Mr. Jones?” “Your husband sounds like you just had an orgasm?” It was a question? “God! Tom it was magnificent! Did you hear it, Darling?” - “I did, loud and clear, It made my cock stiff just hearing the build up” “Are you stroking it Darling?” “Is the Pope a Catholic? My love?” “Excuse me interudelyupting. Miss Smith, what did you learn to do after a man had pleasured your greedy cunt?” “To clean him up Mr. Jones!” Lionel smiled, eased his fingers out of my still throbbing pussy and held them up, they were shining, covered with my juices! “Make like the Colonel, Miss Smith!” I looked blankly at him. Tom's voice came from the speakers. “He means 'finger licking good' sweetheart” I took Lionel's hand in mine pulling his shiny fingers towards my mouth, opened wide and eagerly slipped them in, my tongue slurping off my cum as they went in. My lips cleaned more on the way out. Then I spread his fingers wide and treated each one, pussy fucker or close neighbour it didn't matter, to a personal clean up, cock style. Lick, suck, swallow, across the knuckle, up to the top, swallow, slowly out, down the other side, between the fingers and repeat. When each finger was clean I started on his thumb. When his thumb was clean I started on his palm, nibbling, licking and sucking as I had learned to do on his balls, only the previous day. I slurped loudly and made very appreciative noises both for Tom's benefit and simply because I was appreciative. Lionel wasn't quiet either. I finished his palm and started on the back of his hand before moving to his wrist and wet shirt cuff. “What else does the happy slut do for the man who has just pleasured her greedy cunt, Miss Smith?” – She sucks his cock until he spurts his spunk into her mouth. - On your knees sweetheart, get your willing slut lips around his cock!” I didn't really need Tom's encouragement but it was wonderful to have it! He might be a mile or so away but he was also here with us. “Are you still stroking your cock, Darling? - No, I'm mowing the lawn!” Ask a silly question. I knelt between Lionel's legs and unzipped his fly, reached inside and between the gap in his boxers. Christ! I thought, it's solid! I got my fingers around it and tried to get it out into the open and into my mouth. It was having none of it! I looked up at Lionel, indicating that he need to slide down in the chair a little so that I could get at his belt buckle. I heard him apologise to Tom, something about an equipment malfunction. With his belt undone I could see his cock head hard up under the elastic of his boxers. Thank god they're not Y fronts I thought. It still didn't want to come out to play between the split in the boxers so I wriggled the top down to enable me to play with the length. Lionel lifted his hips and I eased them down, along with his trousers. At last! Cock! I pulled the top towards my mouth. Nope! It sprang back! Now, yesterday, when I had taken Lionel's cock out to suck the very first time it was stiff, by Tom's standards very stiff but I could still get it out and play with it quite easily. This cock felt as if it had a steel bar right down the centre and a spring connecting it to his belly. No way was I going to be able to kneel in front of him and get my whole head basically between his cock and his belly. Think Sheila! Think! I told myself. What a wonderful problem! I shuffled around until I was sideways to his gloriously rampant appendage. Bingo! Now I only had to get my cheek in the small space. Down I went, no hesitation, no second thoughts just plain, simple greed! I could feel the tension in the cock. The foreskin seemed to stain to keep the whole beautiful bundle in place and I'm sure the head would have glowed in the dark with it's delicious warmth. There wasn't room to play, to tease, to prolong the pleasure, I could only stroke, lick and suck, which I did with gusto. I could hear male voices somewhere but they were not in my world. My only conversation was with this big, hard beautiful cock and I wanted it to shout at me, soon. I sensed Lionel's hands above my head but ignored them. I heard his voice, something about too quick and cum and I thought 'Sod you big boy! This is mine and I want it all, and fast!' Then I felt his hands resting on my head. Just as my mouth nearly completed it's upstroke and my hand started to take over for a few heart beats. He held my head still, as if in a vice then his body started to tremble and I felt very, very good. I had him! He was mine and I would very soon feel his spunk pump into my mouth! His hips started to make little upward thrusts moving his cock up and down just a little. He was groaning and moaning loudly with short, panting gasps for air. “Keep it all in your mouth, Sheila. I need you to tell Tom what a clever girl you are through a mouthful of my spunk!” His legs straightened, heels on the carpet. He tensed as if strung like an archers bow. Then he shuddered! “I'm cummin baby! Keep it all!” As a warning it was far too late! My mouth was already full of his first load halfway through his first shudder but I managed to close my throat enough to catch and hold most of it. I tried to direct the rapidly following squirts of spunk around my mouth with my tongue. It didn't really work but it felt fucking fantastic! I collected and held every possible drop that I could. When he had ceased shaking and was settling down to normal breathing I came up for air. Keeping my head bent forward in an attempt to stop his precious nectar escaping down my throat before I was ready, I leaned towards the speaker phone. “sTrom”, I tried, “Limel hab y ust pilled my mof wid hib sunk, q's me, wibblin.” I had to swallow! But I think he got the message. “Tom? Tom? Are you OK?” - “Hi sweetheart, yes I'm fine, wonderful, couldn't be better! I've just made a bit of a mess though!” All three of us? In what? 5, 6 minutes max! Over the telephone! How good is it going to be with a live performance? And how much better will it be with a total stranger in an hotel room??? “Not on the lawn mower I hope!” Even Lionel in his exhausted state, chortled. “Never mind Darling, I'll clean it up when I get home - You haven't been listening, have you? - No, I had other things on my mind. - You are not coming home.” My heart leapt, an overnight with Lionel? “Lionel is taking you home to feed you, discuss his ideas for your first performance before a live audience, hopefully he will fuck you properly then bring you home about 10. OK? - That's fine with me if it's good for you! - It's great for me, now let me clear up this mess on the carpet. Give Lionel my best, and yours. Love You! Bye for now” and the line went dead. I looked at a shattered Lionel. He wasn't acting and his spunk was totally real. He winked, “Result?” “Result!” I replied. OooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooooooo Pretty please. Has anybody got a neat way to document a 3 way phone conversation? When you are fucking a stranger for your husbands pleasure speaker phone participation can be very important.