Hi, Everybody - Thank you for your comments. I'm becummin ever closer to being a slut, read on. VQR (Very Quick Recap): Last part ended with me having been fucked by my boss on his desk. He took me home where I told Tom, my wonderful husband, all about it. Dinner got cold, We fucked. I was delighted to make him cum with my mouth and hands. (for the steamy details search 'Sheila'). It's now almost exactly 24 hours since Lionel had taken me home from the office, to my wonderful husband, after fucking me for over an hour. He is again taking me home to my wonderful husband but this time from his house. We have just spent the last 5 hours very seriously ignoring any possible version of the marriage vows and I am full of Lionel's spunk in both pussy and belly. I have the flavour of his cock after it has been driven into my greedy cunt, on my lips and I fully intend to share that delicious taste with my wonderful husband as soon as he opens the front door. Lionel, by the way Lionel is the boss's proper name it's just that at work I refer to him as 'the boss' and socially, like at the AM Dram Society he is simply Lionel. I think that after roughly 6 fabulous hours of fantastic fucking (alliteration or what?) maybe I should be thinking of him more socially mode than work mode? Your thoughts? Comments? Sorry where were we? Lionel pulled into our driveway, got out and walked around to open my door, the perfect gentleman. He had carefully helped me to dress before leaving his house. My blouse was carefully totally undone but tucked into the waist of my skirt. My skirt had been carefully rolled up at the waist. Don't tell anybody but that's what we girls did with our school uniform skirts – left home with the hem at a respectable length then on the way to school wound up the waist until it was nearly very un-respectably short. Lionel had wound mine up until it was really disgustingly short. It certainly didn't cover my bum and I seriously doubt that it even covered my well fucked, spunk filled pussy. I loved it! I took his arm and he escorted me to the front door where my wonderful husband stood waiting. “Sire!” Lionel announced grandly, “I am pleased to return the cumly wench, suitably dishevelled and seriously fucked, for your pleasure. I trust that my treatment meets with your requirements and that in the not too distant future, after we have had just a little further practice, you will see fit to grace our performance with your presence.” Lionel bowed with an extravagant flourish. Tom and I roared with laughter! What a way to be delivered to one's husband! But then I should have known, he wasn't the leading man in all the society productions because he was shy and retiring. Tom shook his hand, still grinning from ear to ear, and invited him in for a drink. “Alas, my Dear Man I fear your wench has much news to impart and I should flee lest you think ill of me. Until tomorrow Miss Smith!” he replied, and was gone before I could reply, leaving both Tom and I in uncontrolled fits of laughter. We waved Lionel goodbye and when the door was closed I said “Let's got to bed and I'll tell you all about my afternoon:- I got to the office a little early and was just doing the normal getting the day started routines when I heard a noise in the boss's office. I got up to see what was going on when he popped his head around the door. “Sheila, is everything alright?” he looked a little worried. “Everything is perfectly, wonderfully, gloriously all right, Mr Jones.” I told him and he said “Excellent. Miss Smith. Tea or coffee when you are ready please, Miss Smith.” You should have seen the look of relief on his face, Darling. I took the tray in about 10 minutes later. My knickers from yesterday were on his desk. He said he had forgotten to return them and that he would rather replace. I told him that he should keep them if he wanted. “That's OK isn't it?” Tom nodded. I could see he wanted me to get to the dirty bits quickly but I wanted to make it last so we could have a fuck and maybe he would cum inside me instead of me wanking him off. Mr. Jones asked if it was OK for this afternoon and I told him yes. Then he asked if we had time for a quickie and I showed him that I had no knickers on, again. I had removed them before going in with the tray. I could see a bulge in his trousers so went over and fished his cock out. It grew in my hand. I sat on the desk, legs apart and guided him into me. He pushed deep, I laid back and took his full length. It felt wonderful having a full pussy first thing in the morning again. “Maybe I could cum home well fucked one morning and tell you all about a very dirty night, make your cock nice and hard for me so that you could fuck me and fill me with your spunk first thing in the morning?” I suggested sort of gabbling the idea out without any real thought or structure. “An excellent idea!” Tom said, “I can lie in bed all night thinking about you being fucked by another man and coming home to me with a cunt full of spunk for me to enjoy.” “Good, but no wanking!” I told him, “ I want as much spunk as you can give me when I get home! No point in getting you all wound up then nothing left to pump into my wet, abused fuck-hole, is there?” I already knew who I wanted that man to be! Slowly slowly catchee monkey. It was a quickie! Knowing the office door was not locked and that anybody could come in without forewarning made me hypersensitive to his cock. I came immediately! Within a couple of minutes Lionel shot his spunk into my pussy and that made me cum again! I quickly slid off the desk cleaned him up and put his cock away. I could feel his spunk on my thighs, it felt good and I didn't want him to clean it up. We left the office after one. The boss told his son and daughter that we had 'things to do' and arrived at his house just before two. As soon as he closed the front door he turned me around to face him and undid my blouse buttons. He told me that when he had a stock of suitable blouses in hand he wouldn't bother to undo the buttons. That made my pussy wet, I can tell you! Ravished by the boss! 50 shades of Barbara Cartland! Tom chuckled “get on with it girl!” he said giving me a big kiss. He knew exactly what I was trying to do and why. Then he removed my skirt. I stood before him and could feel his eyes devouring me. It felt wonderful. If I hadn't been wearing my heels I would have been stark naked, no make-up just his dried spunk on the top of my inner thighs. It felt filthy and erotic at the same time. He told me to walk slowly to the stairs. “You remember his house? More mansion really, that wonderful hallway, wide staircase going to the little landing halfway then stairs going right and left to the sort off minstrel's galleries on either side. On the little landing is a black leather desk, a matching chair and some dried flowers.” The long case clock in the alcove under the stairs began to boom 2o'clock as I walked slowly to the foot of the stairs, carefully placing each foot directly in front of the other so my bum moved nicely. Then he told me to climb the stairs and strike a pose at the top. I climbed letting him enjoy my rear view, leaning slightly forward to display my arse and pussy more as I rose higher up the flight. I went slowly whilst trying to think of a suitable pose. It had to be totally sexy, after all I was naked and there specifically to be well and truly fucked! I thought of that Liza Minnelli film, set in '30's Berlin. When I got to the top I took the chair, turned it sideways to the stairs, grabbed hold of the back and thrust my bum out as far as I could. Then I sat on it, facing him with legs apart and wet pussy fully displayed before standing up legs apart, of course, head back and arms reaching down to my audience. Finally I turned to the desk, put my arms across it, opened my legs and pushed my bum out towards him. I was there to be fucked and now Lionel had it in black and white! I didn't look to see what effect it might have had. I rested my head on my arms, closed my eyes and waited. The house was silent. I felt the merest whisper of a touch at the top of my spine. It made me shiver! Slowly, oh so terribly slowly it worked it's way down until it rested at the top of my bum. Then it sort of wriggled gently from side to side across the valley of my crack until it reached my anus where it stopped. It described small circles around my bum hole and I felt my muscles slackening, almost inviting it in without any conscious thought from me. I shuddered! It felt so deliciously naughty. It left me to shudder a few seconds then worked down to my cunt, easing apart my cunt lips and slipping gently inside. I felt one finger slip inside. It felt glorious and I couldn't keep my bottom still as I tried to encourage it further inside. It was taken out and I let out a little groan but it continued downwards, between my now very swollen lips and along my clitty, right to the little hole at the top where it pressed down before circling it gently. It felt so wonderful I tried to part my legs even further. It stopped and I almost sobbed in frustration! Immediately I felt the gentle touch again, this time it felt broader, wider, like a thumb not a finger. It slipped into my cunt, it was a thumb! It opened me a little wider and pressed down on my G spot. I felt a touch either side of my clitty, two fingers! The thumb slipped out of my cunt to be quickly replaced by the two fingers. The thumb started to play with my bum hole as the fingers gently eased into my cunt making me even wetter and more eager to have his cock inside me. Lionel started to finger-fuck me and tease my bum at the same time. It was heavenly. “Shall I fuck you here, Miss Smith, in your sopping wet cunt Miss Smith,” he asked while finger-fucking me deeper, “or here, Miss Smith, in your beautiful arse, Miss Smith, which is opening up quite invitingly to my seductive touch.” he continued. At the first mention of Lionel stroking my arse hole I felt Tom's cock perk up, when I mentioned the second time it did so again. By the time Lionel was asking where I wanted his cock, Tom's was very interested. I made a mental note and stoked his cock lovingly. “I've never been arse fucked Mr. Jones, is it nice?” I asked him in a little school girl voice. He told me that my arse seemed to enjoy his attentions and maybe we could explore bit by bit over time until I was ready for a cock and a load of spunk in there. I told him I might like that sometime. “Tom, Darling should I have told Lionel to fuck my arse?” I asked. I knew the answer I wanted! “Did you want him to?” he asked. Yes! Yes! Yes! “I'm not sure.” I answered. “Then let him explore and if and when you want arse-fucking tell him yes!” he said without any hesitation. Result! I kissed him. “Thank you Darling, when I'm ready though.” I told him. Not before tomorrow then, I thought. He took his thumb away from my hole and slipped his wet slippery fingers from my cunt. I felt them drip onto my bum, just above where his thumb had been teasing me. I felt it trickle down and rest in the little ridges. It felt delicious. Then one slippery finger stirred it up and started to ease inside me. It stopped moving. I sighed softly and he pushed his finger in, very slightly. My muscles were so relaxed it just slipped in, up to the first knuckle. Wow! That did make me cum! It also made Tom's cock throb, something I hadn't felt in a long time, I gave it gentle encouraging strokes as I continued. Then I felt his cock head against my cunt lips. It just touched then thrust forward, hard and deep. I gasped! Right up hard against my womb in one full power thrust. “I'm going to fuck you and fuck you hard, Miss Smith.” He told me and he did. His finger stayed in my bum, I could feel it easing me open and exploring as his cock drove in and out of my cunt. It was total animal a lust, a need to fuck me and shoot his load deep inside my slut cunt. And I was loving it and telling the world as loud as I could and how deep and hard I wanted it. I begged him for more, harder, faster and to shoot his wonderful spunk deep, deep into my greedy cunt! Tom's cock was as hard as I have ever felt it. I knelt over him, held his cock head against my spunk filled pussy and lowered myself onto him. I rode his cock, as Lionel had taught only hours before. “Fuck me wonderful husband of mine, shoot your spunk up inside me to join Lionel's.” And Tom came inside me! The first time in many years! It took less than a minute from actual penetration but he came! And I laughed with my joy, I held him and I kissed him and I loved with all my heart! What was the name of that film???