It had been a very busy week but my husband was very happy, my man was very happy and I was sore and extremely happy. It was Saturday, nine in the morning when I slipped through the back gate and into my house. I had just spent my first, officially sanctioned, complete night in my lovers bed. My husband was waiting. He stepped towards me and removed my coat, undid the single button that held my transparent blouse together and shipped it off my shoulders. Only the button was holding my skirt in place and that was easily dealt with. He stood back to enjoy his handiwork. I stood straight and, justifiably, proud only my court shoes and the tiny pair of panties we had fashioned on Thursday evening preventing me from being naked. 'Are they bruises?' he asked looking at my tits. 'Mmmmm, yes! I answered especially dreamily, Beautiful aren't they? And all thanks to you. I told my man how, on Wednesday night when I was sitting on you and rubbing my spunky cunt all over your cock, you had grabbed my tits hard and made me cum immediately! He loved the idea! I came for him as much as I came for you! I stood over him on the bed so he could untie the strings, they were his idea, I held the two pieces that went over my bum while he carefully peeled the tiny front piece down exposing the little waterproof, and hollowed pad. Perfect! A nice little pool of very fresh spunk nestled in the folds. Gently he brought my panties to his mouth and licked up my lover's spunk. When he was finished I lowered my cunt onto his relaxed cock and started to wank myself off, rubbing my clitty against him. It didn't take long for me to cum, especially when he started to add to my bruising. Girls, that feels so good, doesn't it? When we were resting I asked how I should behave when my lover arrived. He told me to behave exactly how I would if I had been going to him. 'Are you sure?' I asked. 'Is that a problem - what do you usually do?' How do I answer this? I asked myself. I looked at his face, his eyes were bright with anticipation, his cheeks flushed. Obviously he was hoping to hear something dirty, maybe very dirty? OK! The truth, it didn't do any harm last time. I arrive at his flat wearing as little as possible. Just a skirt and top or a dress. As soon as I have closed the front door I strip naked for him. Then I kneel at his feet and get his cock out. I take it into my mouth and lick, suck and stroke it until it is fuck me ready. Then he fucks me! 'Where?' 'Anywhere he likes,!' 'How?' 'Anyway he likes. I remain naked all the time I am there. He can do whatever he pleases with me, whenever he pleases. He stays naked as well and I do my best to encourage him to please me anyway he likes.' 'So, is there a problem doing that here?' My heart leapt! 'You won't mind seeing him fuck me? Me sucking his cock? Anything we like?' 'Seeing? I'll be perfectly happy to watch never mind seeing! Anywhere, any way, anytime. Just pretend I'm not there. But don't close the bedroom door tonight and save your spunky cunt for me.' After we had rested and showered together, my husband told me to stay naked, he liked to see me naked, with a smooth cunt. He popped out into the front garden telling me to walk around in the lounge. When he returned he announced that I couldn't be seen from the pavement, which I thought was a pity. If I stood in the right place in the lounge and left the lounge door open anybody coming in the front door would see me perfectly. That's where I was standing when my husband opened the door to my lover, a large cushion was at my feet. I dropped to my knees as my husband closed the front door and my lover stood before me. I waited until hubby had joined us and unzipped, slid trousers and pants down and took my lover's cock in my hand. I looked up to his smiling face, rolled the foreskin back and wrapped my lips around it. OMG I felt so horny, dirty, sluttish, wonderful! (all of the above). Ten days earlier I had been sitting in a tea shop, minding my own business, although I was far from 'at peace with my world'. At that time I had never had any other cock but my husband's in my life. Sex was missionary position and over so fast I wondered what all the fuss was about. Now, so few days later I'm naked, kneeling before my lover and sucking his cock! In front of my husband!! How rude is that? It was a massive turn on and as soon as I felt his cock head between my lips I started to cum. I stoked the cock into my mouth with just the one hand so as not to spoil my husband's view of my actions. With the other I reached down between my legs and started to wank myself off. I had realised that I wasn't concerned by the thought of being watched when I first went down on my lover out on the hillside without even thinking to check that nobody was about. The following day, when I stripped off in the little glade and we fucked, I wasn't the least concerned that we might be discovered. And on the balcony at the flat I had lent over, naked and with tits fully displayed hoping that somebody would look up and see. Now I had an audience and I was loving it. That the audience was my husband doubled my pleasure. I stole a glance at him. He was well aware that my man had been fucking me most of the previous night. He had sent me to the flat with instructions to come home with a spunky cunt but until this moment, he had not seen me perform any sex act on anybody, including himself! Historically I laid down, opened my legs, he got between, put his cock in, shot his load and took it out! What did I do or feel? Absolutely fuck all! I didn't even have the pleasure of the hint of an orgasm! Now he was watching me suck cock! His face was flushed with excitement. His eyes sparkled and his breathing was heavy. My lover was enjoying it as much as I. His cock was very quickly in fucking condition. I started to get up so that he could fuck me anyway he wanted but I felt his hand rest gently on my head. 'Fancy a nice fresh load of spunk?' I heard him say. He was obviously talking to my husband. He didn't need to ask me. I didn't hear any reply. My man put his hands on my head and started fucking my face, long slow strokes gradually working his cock head deeper and deeper into my mouth. It felt sooooo very good. I was shaking with one long rolling orgasm now. With both hands free I was able to finger-fuck myself and rub my clitty. Through the mists of lust I heard, 'Don't swallow a drop. Keep it in your mouth for your husband!' My lover pulled his cock back until it was just resting on my lips and wanked the first load into my open mouth, and the second. The third hit my forehead and he wiped the dribbles all over my face. 'Show us!' I opened my mouth and put out my tongue. 'Now give it all to your husband.' He helped my stand and I stepped forward to meet my husband, opened my mouth and stuck my spunk covered tongue out. He sucked it into his mouth without any hesitation at all, then proceeded to lick my face clean.... We were in the dining room when my husband returned from the match. I was laying, naked of course, on the table with my knees bent and far apart. My lover was standing between them. The table was a little too high for him to slip his cock into my cunt and fuck me easily so he had stood on the kitchen stool which was now behind him. He had fucked me about thirty minutes earlier. He hadn't cum but he did make sure I did. My cunt was now all puffy, wet and swollen. We were designing new panties for me, just as I had done with my hubby on Thursday evening so suck-cessfully. My lover had outlined the designs on my body using body paint. Different coloured lines for each design. He asked my husband for his opinion on the work so far and hubby tentatively suggested a lattice effect rather than a solid piece of material on some of the crotches. 'Something to press here?' My man suggested rubbing my clitty. Now my lover was wanking me with hubby watching. Hubby made not the slightest objection, just smiled happily. 'How about a small dildo sewn in to sit in here?' Lover slipped a finger into my wet cunt. No complaints from hubby and I was starting to cum, again. 'Maybe both?' My lover slid a finger into my cunt and put his thumb on my clitty, he started to finger-fuck me in earnest making me climax noisily, very quickly. My husband watched with a broadening smile on his face. He made no attempt to join in, just enjoyed the up close and personal view. I was told to roll over so they could work on my rear view. I knelt, parted my knees and thrust my bum out. My lover pointedly ran his hands over my arse. My husband watched contentedly. The design work continued with both my men enjoying and fully interacting, lots of touchy feely but only my lover touching my naughty bits. Eventually they appeared to be satisfied with their efforts but my lover had other ideas. He stroked down my crack, I wriggled excitedly. 'Stay still!' I was instructed. He stroked again and I wriggled again. Thwack! It was much harder than I had anticipated which only increased my pleasure. As the heat spread I rested my head on my arms and moaned softly. I watched my husband lick his lips with excitement. As the fingers retraced their way down my crack towards my arse-hole I managed to stay quite still until it stroked my dark rose! Thwack! Even harder and a louder, more appreciative moans of pleasure from me as I watched my hubby's face flush red. OMG it felt delicious when my man's finger started to ease into my arse. I relaxed automatically. Scooping up juices from my cunt he lubricated his finger and worked it right inside. My hubby wasn't to know that I had been arse fucked recently and I was very well lubricated with spunk. With one finger inside my lover started on a second, moving both fingers against each other so they wriggled themselves deep inside. They were comfortably home to the knuckle when he started to stoke my clitty, finger-fucking my cunt me at the same time. That was new and had the desired effect immediately. I started bucking all over the table! 'Hold her still!' My hubby obediently held my arms firmly while my lover finger-fucked my arse and cunt simultaneously until I just had to beg him to stop. He brought me down slowly and I collapsed on the tabletop. 'Tea, I think' said my lover as he and hubby left me alone to recover in my own time. . . . Tea was just being poured, biscuits on a plate. It would have been a perfectly normal tea party but for the fact that my lover and I were both naked and my husband was doing the honours with the tea pot. Talk wandered around the design of panties painted on my body. How they might be fashioned and what materials could be used. It didn't really feel like an awkward situation but there was a definite underlying 'something', we were all waiting. My lover and I had tested for the boundaries but it didn't seem that we had actually reached any. We only established that if a boundary existed it was further away than we had dared hope. There was now only the biggest step of all ahead and I realised that I was the only one that could take that step. I tried not to shake as I put my cup back on its saucer. 'Pretend I'm not here' my husband had told me. I took a deep, silent breath and looked directly at my lover. 'I need a fuck!' I announced, totally ignoring my husband, 'C'mon, bed!' I took his hand and led him to the stairs, not daring to look back. We went to the shower where my lover washed off the body paint he had so carefully applied. It had served its purpose. Still dripping water I led him to the marital bed, leaving the bedroom door open and laid my lover on the bed. I took his cock in my mouth and started to arouse his harder. He hadn't emptied his balls into my cunt since early that morning and I knew that he had been resisting his need until it was the right time. Sink or swim the time was now right. As I sucked and played I sensed my husband watching from the doorway which heightened my need for my lovers spunk inside me and I moved around on the bed so that my husband had a perfect view of my parted legs and swollen cunt. It might all hit the fan in the next few minutes and I was determined to make the most of it. Not that I was considering giving up a lover, just accepting that I might loose a husband. I knelt over the hard cock and lowered my cunt down onto it. Ohhh! That felt so fucking good. I sat there, just moving slightly and squeezing his cock with my muscles for a few moments before leaning forward and sliding up his cock pausing then sliding slowly back down. My husband would have a perfect view of my lovers cock pleasuring my cunt. I was strongly tempted to cover my lovers face with kisses, tell him how much I loved him and how much I really needed his cock and spunk inside me. Common sense prevailed. I thought that was probably way over the acceptable boundary. Instead I told him, 'Fuck me lover! Fill my greedy cunt with your hot creamy spunk so my husband can enjoy it all!' And so I fucked my lover and came all over his glorious fucking cock while he took my tits in his hands and made me ride his cock harder and faster. I soaked him, but he was a long way from done, rolling me onto my back he lifted my legs, held them apart and I guided his cock back into me. His turn to fuck me now. He had/has a wonderful way of changing the position of my legs, wider, closer, back forward, you know the permutations, so as to change the angle of his cock and depth of penetration. When he was fucking me like that and was ready to empty his balls he pushes my knees back onto my tits, lifting my bum upwards and a beautiful angle. His cock seems to grow. It is able to get in so wonderfully deep. That's when he finally lets go and fills me with pride as he empties his sac into me. He pushed my knees back hard and buried his cock deep, giving two frantic thrusts. I smiled up at him 'empty your load into me, lover! Fill me with your spunk'. He smiled back and changed the position of my legs, 'you don't get off that easily! Kneel up! I want you doggy!' By the time he had collected the towel from the floor I was ready, positioned for my husbands best advantage. Now you can see how a real man fucks a woman! I thought to myself, unkindly. The towel was passed under my belly, pulled up around my waist and held tight. A big, soft wad of comfort while a hard, rampant cock pounded my cunt. I put the cock head against my cunt lips, eased it in a little then rested my head on my hands, waiting. I felt my lover take a good grip on the towel, tense then he was inside me! The sound I made was long, low and very satisfying. I didn't need to do anything now, just keep on cummin and cummin and cummin which I did with great frequency and tried to stay at least upright as my lover fucked me. This wasn't making love. This wasn't putting on a show for my husband. This was my lover fucking me senseless, needing to empty his balls deep into my cunt. When he shot his load he just held me tight against the root of his cock and kept on spurting his spunk until there was no more left. We finally collapsed on the bed, spent and totally satisfied, for the time being. My lover was laying tight up against me, one arm over my tits, the other under my shoulders. One of my legs was between his, I could feel his relaxed cock dribbling spunk onto my thigh and the other was dangling over the side of the bed. I didn't move, just lay, with my eyes closed savouring the moment. I had been gloriously fucked by my lover, on the marital bed, my husband watching without any interruptions. All my worries, no fears, of the afternoon had evaporated to nothing. I was very, very content. And a little sore. I sensed a movement and cracked an eye open to see my husband kneeling at the side of the bed watching my lovers spunk dribbling from my poor abused, swollen, happy cunt. He looked pleadingly at me. I smiled, blew him a kiss and mouthed 'Thank you! Of course'. Closing my eyes again I felt the soft touch of his tongue on my cunt as he started to clean me up.