The end of the summer holidays had arrived, kids back at school and the usual routine of life resumed. We’d enjoyed a summer of fun and sun with our two weeks in Nerja having hired a villa in Frigiliana with it’s own pool. The kids enjoyed the pool and we’d BBQ each evening allowing Andrew and me to enjoy a bottle or two of wine the children in bed. How long the tan would last was unclear but we were feeling happy and healthy. First week back at school I bumped into a friend at the school gates and blathered about our summers – she was bemoaning the fact that her father-in-law was coming up from London for the night, but her hoover had broken and wouldn’t be fixed until tomorrow, Friday, and she wanted the house spick and span for FIW’s arrival. “Borrow mine. Follow me home and you can borrow it”. “Thanks Linda, you’re a life saver. I’ll bring it back in the morning”. Andrew was away on business (he spends most working weeks away from home) but as we chatted that evening on the ‘phone he told me his Friday morning meeting was cancelled. Rather than come back to the office he would come home and drive into the office for close of business, just for an hour. As soon as we hung up I called my Mum and asked her to collect the kids from school for a sleepover so Andrew and I could enjoy the day and have a night alone. In bed I started planning what we’d have for dinner, what to wear – and decided to wear his favourite little skirt to welcome him home. Blissful sleep, woke up horny, packed the children up and dropped them at school. Amanda caught me – I’d forgotten about the hoover but so had she. Not to worry I told her. I had other things on my mind. Chinese take away delivered I decided for dinner as I drove home. Coffee on, bath running, quick shave and lather up in the bath – and I must confess to spending a little longer washing my nether regions than was strictly necessary, dry perfumed and made up. 10.15 and I would expect Andrew home around noon. Now what to wear. With the little black skirt I chose black seamed stockings, suspender belt and a set of little red panties and bra with a red blouse. Little in more senses than one – I’m only five foot two, a size 8 with a 32B chest. My long auburn hair needed straightening and a touch more green eye shadow to compliment my green eyes and I was done. No sooner were my shoes on than the doorbell rang. I opened the door and was surprised to find a tall gent, smartly dressed with a thick head of grey hair. Why I was surprised it wasn’t Andrew I don’t know – why would he ring his own doorbell?! “Hello, I’m Matt, Amanda’s father-in-law. Just checking I had the right address before carrying the hoover from the car.” “Yes, I’m Linda, do bring it in.” I went into the kitchen the coffee was brewing “Fancy a coffee Matt?” He did. “Come on through” I relieved him of the hoover and went into the utility and plugged it in to recharge. Behind me Matt was leaning against the door frame smiling in a somewhat lecherous fashion. Clearly he’d seen me bend over as I plugged the darn hoover in. Coffees poured Matt sat on one of the kitchen stools. As I went to sit on another I realised I’d be showing him more than he’d already seen, stopped and suggested we go in the lounge. I sat in the chair facing the sofa where Matt sat comfortably. As we talked I relaxed. He was a charmer, we laughed and talked about families and holidays finding much in common. He’d lost his wife seven years earlier and through choice been on his own since. I noticed his eyes spending longer and longer on my legs as we were chatting away. It was wrong but my preparation for Andrew’s homecoming had left me aroused and his obvious attention was arousing me further. Out of the blue, no prelude he came and knelt at my feet, his hands ran up my legs, he moaned as his fingers reached the bare flesh of my thighs above my stockings. Gently he eased up my skirt along my thighs, I found myself raising my bottom so he could push it up to my waist. Hands on the inside of my knees he spread my legs, his mouth engulfing my crutch through my panties. The feel of his warm breath made me gasp. He pulled the gusset to one side and gently rubbed my swollen clit, his other hand parted my lips and he stuck his tongue inside me, then his fingers, first one then two and finally three. I was moaning and found myself thrusting to meet his fingers as he slowly moved in and out. This wonderful sensation lasted for what seemed a life time, coaxing me to the bring and the holding me there. Finally the banks burst as I felt his tongue slipping around my clitoris, around and around, slimy with my juices and his saliva, tipping over the top, then a finger up my bottom. That was it. When I orgasm I do so very loudly and gush with love juices dribbling down my legs. Wow. I was exhausted, my neck and face bright red. Matt stood and stretched. His excitement was plain to see. I reached out and felt it through his trousers. Long and hard. The front door slammed and Andrew shouted “Just going for a shower Linda”. Quickly I spoke in whispers to Matt. “You can’t let me leave like this” he said pointing at his manhood. He was planning to drive back to London. “Give me your number and an hour. If I can fix it, do you want to come for dinner here tonight?” He left very quietly with my promising to call. As I entered the bedroom Andrew was coming out of the en-suite, naked and standing proud. He came straight over to me, arms around me kissing me hungrily and deeply, our tongues entwining. His fingers released my skirt which fell to the floor. I kicked it away, he stood back and moved me onto the bed. His hand on my panties, “God you’re so wet Linda” my mind numbed with the knowledge of what had gone before. Laid on the bed, my husband’s hand doing wonderful things to my clit through my sodden panties he eased himself between my legs, now face to face with my pussy. Panties pulled aside he slid two fingers into my welcoming pussy. “Remember when I took you to the swingers club in Copenhagen” looking at me, “and you wouldn’t consider going with anyone else? You know I liked the idea.” “Yes” between heavy breaths, body in heaven, mind in turmoil. “I know you’ve had one orgasm this morning already Linda. Your neck always gives it away, never seen it redder than when you came into the bedroom. Besides which I arrived half an hour before I banged the front door shut. Best tell me all”. So I did, slowly and stutteringly as he played with my clit, fingering me and then, for the first time ever in our 14 years together, fingering my bum hole. He was doing everything I was relaying to him. I came with his mouth around my clit, fingers up my pussy clamping down in orgasm as his other hand slid a finger in and out of my bottom. We lay quietly on the bed together, cuddling. As I came round I felt for him, still hard and throbbing, twitching away. I wanted him inside me, not as big but much thicker, I found myself comparing to Matt. “No, you’ve a phone call to make Linda. We’ll save it for later”. Dirties in the laundry basket, dressing gown on I made the call. Andrew was dressed and making us a sandwich for lunch. We ate, chatted about work, kids generally catching up and he went into the office about 4.00 – he was collecting a meal from the Chinese on the way home for 7.00 which I would order. Best kit in the laundry I bathed again finding my pussy deliciously tender after the attention three of us had given it so far this day. What to wear? Still deeply tanned I decided on white gossard panties and bra – see through particularly when wet! White hold up stockings, translucent white blouse – debating whether to rouge my nipples or not – deciding not, too obvious when they would be perfectly visible without and a light green mini skirt. Shoes on and almost deja vu. The door bell rang, it was Matt. Punctual at 6.30 – I offered him a drink “G&T after a shower if I may”. Food – anything. Whilst he showered I ordered. Andrew arrived with the food, wine flowed and we three chatted as if old friends. Then to the lounge, curtains drawn Andrew brought through more drinks and put the tv on. “What are you doing Andrew, we are talking”…. Somewhat corny but he put on a DVD “to get us all in the mood”. It was slide show of photos he’d taken of me over the years. In various states of undress. The boys were certainly paying attention but I was embarrassed. “Please Andrew, off”. “I think Matt was enjoying the show Linda”. “I was but nothing can compare to the real thing”. My juices were flowing, my clit hard and I was enjoying the sensation of panties on my clit as I crossed my legs. Andrew was sat in the chair, Matt next to me on the sofa. I stood and left the room, “Back in a mo”. In the hall I slipped off my skirt and blouse before re-entering the lounge. I gave a twirl, “Meet with your approval Gentlemen?” Matt was staring. He stood, kicked off his shoes and almost fell over getting his trousers off before tearing his shirt over his head. His body was smooth, slim and hairless. Dressed only in his white boxers he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, his hands all over my bum, slipping down inside my panties fondling and squeezing my buttocks. He came up for air “Can I see your white bits?” I nodded and he unclipped my bra and I let it slide down my arms to the floor. As he was busy with one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand I looked over my shoulder “Alright?’ to my husband. He nodded and smiled. Soon I was on my knees in front of Matt now naked and Andrew cock out of trousers, fondling and slurping on two cocks. Matt took charge, I was up on my feet and being bent over the side of the sofa. Andrew now naked was sat on the sofa. I was kissing him full in the mouth, stroking his thick cock more excited than ever before in my life. I pulled away a little and grabbed Andrew’s cock hard as I felt Matt slide deep inside me. He held my hips and moved back and forth slowly, both of us savouring the sensations. I could feel his penis banging up against my womb, my vagina clamping around him, squeezing him as he thrust deeply and slowly inside me. My eyes where closed and I was almost unaware that I was holding onto Andrew’s cock with such a tight grip. Then it happened. Matt came with such force, fist a massive spurt and a moment later the spurts quickened. I could feel his sperm hitting my womb with some force. I came, not with the same vigour as if my clit had been tickled, but a satisfying climax. We recovered with another drink whilst chatting and the Matt became frisky again. “What do you expect, 8 years since I made love and Linda you are the most beautiful woman”. “I’m most certainly not, no tits and a boys bottom”. “You are Linda” came in my devoted husband. ”Come here” I straddled him on the sofa, taking his meat and placing it inside me. I gasped with pleasure at the feel of his girth inside me. I started moving slowly up and down his cock holding on to the side of the sofa, Andrew licking and fondling my boobs. Matt stood at me side , flicked my hair over and guided my head onto his cock. After a few delicious minutes I pulled back “I’ve got a vacancy round here” pointing at my bum. Matt smiled and clambered up behind me between Andrew and my legs. I stopped moving on Andrew’s cock for a moment and felt a jolt of pain as Matt entered my bum. He was slow and gentle, his prick still lubricated by my mouth. Slowly as he went deeper and deeper I relaxed and it felt more comfortable and I resumed my slow movement on Andrew. Andrew’s face was a picture. “I can feel every movement of Matt, it’s great”. Matt’s hands were kneading my breasts, tweaking nipples as we three rocked back and forth, Andrew had his hand down there between us sand was gently touching my clit. I was in heaven and think the guys were as well. Didn’t want it to end. But all things do come to an end. And what an end. Matt gripped my boobs harder and I knew, Andrew felt his cock jerk inside me and then his cock joined in, combined it set me off to the most glorious gut wrenching orgasm of my life. We didn’t move for some minutes. Slowly and sadly the boys cocks withered and slipped out of my juicy holes. We sat for a while in silence. Exhausted but with a warm glow of happiness and satisfaction. Matt couldn’t thank us enough as he dressed and departed. Andrew and I chatted a while. I asked if he didn’t mind putting his cock inside me when it was dripping with another mans spunk. He loved it. And he told me the sensation of feeling something rubbing up and down his cock when he was inside me was unbelievably wonderful. It was Matt’s cock up my bottom he was feeling. Before bed he went down on me, licking me out and another first, as his fingers worked on my now sore and very sensitive clit, his tongue found my other hole. It was such a sensual wonderful feeling, his tongue around and into my bottom that I managed another gut pulling orgasm before bed.