Quick recap – Husband's coach had broken down and he was away for the night. My man spent the night in my bed, finger-fucked me before we went to sleep and fucked me totally for an hour in the morning. Sneaking out the back door before the neighbours were up and about. At ten he was back, parked outside the house and I helped him carry five, big cardboard boxes into the house. The neighbours could not have failed to notice. While he moved the boxes into the dining room I removed my skirt and top. There is something very satisfying about stripping for your man and watching his face light up with desire or lust (you choose). This is where my husband had gone wrong. Every night I went him to kiss him good night. Every night I was naked and he never showed one iota of expression, one way or the other. My man's face lit up despite the fact that he had fucked me, in my bed, less than three hours earlier. I knelt and worked his trousers and pants down. He stepped out of them and I took his cock in my mouth. We had agreed a maximum of one hour for sexual fun and games before starting on his paper-work. We needed to have made a lot of progress by the time my husband returned. We had great fun. Trying all sorts of different positions. I really liked kneeling on two dining room chairs with my arms resting down on a low foot stool. It totally presented my arse and cunt for stroking, licking, sucking and fucking. All of which we did. I was hoping he might spank me when I was that exposed, but he didn't. He said we couldn't risk any marks anywhere on my body. Pity! He had me for elevenses. Laid full length on the table with my arse on an old enamel plate and a piece of kitchen roll tucked in his shirt. Yummy. Yes, I know, silly but it was great fun and we had spent all the previous day fucking. We didn't feel we were going short on the sex front. Hey! Sex is fun and should be enjoyed. He refused to spunk in my cunt. He didn't go anywhere near my arse! All too risky with husband due home soon. He let me give him a blow job though. I made him wait for completion. Loads of teasing, stopping and changing my technique. Just as he was about to cum I stopped completely. Basically doing the same as he had done to me and he knew it. It was worth it! He filled my mouth, holding my head down so his cock was deep in my throat when he emptied his balls! Glorious! We were just finishing lunch when my husband returned. My man was up, striding across the room with his hand out stretched in greeting immediately. He said something about 'our boys doing us proud, should be going up next season now' and they were bosom buddies. I made tea and left them to it in the conservatory while I got on with sorting the paper-work. I worked slowly. This job had to last for as long as possible. I could hear them chatting away like a couple of fish wives. Sounded like there were getting on extremely well. No way was I going to interrupt! They came in an hour later. My husband announced that he had invited my man to stay for dinner and that he, my husband, was just popping to the shops to get a bottle or two to celebrate, before they closed. I stood behind the nets watching him walk down the road. While he was still in sight I lifted my skirt, pulled my knickers to one side and offered my cunt to my man. 'Time for a quickie?'. He stepped close, I unzipped him and rubbed the relaxed cock head against my clitty as we watched my husband out of sight. A couple of minutes later I had stiff cock in my cunt, my man was holding my waist so that I could lean back a little and he was thrusting deep into my cunt. The situation was utterly erotic and, needless to say I came, loads so did my man! He didn't attempt not to, just shot his load in deep and strong, then apologised and said I should go upstairs and clean up. I told him I didn't care. I was thrilled! I was in the kitchen making tea, again, and my man was 'sorting papers' when my husband returned twenty minutes later. Dinner was great fun, having my lover opposite me, his fresh spunk inside me and my husband at the same dinner table should have been a challenge but they were like old mates! Surprisingly my man had very similar interests. I needed to stay totally sober to keep my wits about me, so only had the one glass of wine. My husband drank my share. He even proposed a toast 'to a very happy future!' It was decided that it would be best if my man didn't drive home and my husband volunteered me to do the honours. At nine, I drove my lover home. It took less than ten minutes. No time for any hanky panky but I was able to kiss him and his cock good night. He had fetched it out of his trousers as I drove. Just a quick kiss and deep throat suck, you understand? My husband was very happy when I got home. Not drunk happy but nice happy. He said he really liked my man. I said so did I, then he said 'I approve. I can see why you are attracted to him.' It took a moment to register exactly what he had said and its import. 'Pardon?' I stammered, alarmed and at a loss for words. He seemed not to have registered that I had even spoken. 'Did you shave your pussy for him?' I looked at the floor. To look him in the face would have been like a rabbit looking at approaching car headlights. I nodded. 'Does he like it?' I nodded again. 'Does he fuck you well?' I nodded, vigorously. 'Are you going to leave me?' What? It hadn't even crossed my mind that I would leave him! I loved him I just needed cock now and then and some signs of affection. How the hell do I answer this? 'Do you want me to?' 'no', a small voice. 'good', another small voice, 'I wasn't planning to. I still love you it's just that you ignore me now. No kisses, no cuddles and no sex at all. I do my best to encourage you. Always kiss you good-night hoping you will invite me to your bed. I even make sure I'm naked but you just ignore me! I wasn't looking for somebody else. He just said all the right things at the right time and it happened.' The words just poured out of me. Not aggressively not accusingly just how I felt. He smiled! Smiled!! and came to me and held me tight. Told me everything was fine! Then he told me his side of the story. He didn't work anymore. Couldn't get a hard-on. He looked forward to seeing me naked every night but couldn't do anything about it. Not even a wank helped. He was happy that I had found a nice man to satisfy me and he was happy for it to continue. He just asked that I didn't leave him and that I tried to be discrete. I'll not tell you a lie, I held him close and smothered my husband with truly loving kisses. After my shower that evening I went to my husbands room, naked, of course, kissed him firmly on the lips and climbed into bed beside him. 'You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just love me. We snuggled up and I soon felt his hand on me for the first time in years. It stroked over my smooth cunt and I automatically parted my legs for him. A finger slipped inside. 'Is that his spunk I can feel?' I told him it was. A second finger slipped easily in as I came with the excitement of my husband knowing and accepting that I had recently taken another man's spunk in my cunt.