Our adventures with Wayne had ended in a really weird way.

Weird, cheeky and potentially dangerous.

Almost three years ago, Anne and I had decided - well, mainly just me really - that she would go to his hotel and possibly stay the night.

This would’ve been uncharted territory for us, but I was constantly pushing all reasonable boundaries, my sanity having abandoned me by then.

I knew Anne was reluctant, feeling that Wayne wasn’t to be fully trusted.

But me? In my eternal wisdom, I knew better. I was like a drug addict, having experienced the highs of sharing Anne, I found I needed more and more and I know I pushed her into agreeing with just about everything or anything I asked of her.

Having prepared herself meticulously for the night, dressed in a short black dress, heels, g string but no bra, I dropped her off at his hotel where she would meet him in the restaurant.

I drove the 45mins/50 mins needed to get back home. As I got in the house I could hear the phone ringing but it cut off just before I could get to it.

It was at least 90 minutes that had gone by before the phone rang again.

It was Anne who sounded a little tipsy but not overly so.

“Are you sure you want this hun?” she asked.

“Yeah, as long as you’re ok with it babe. See how it goes, if you just want to enjoy a bit of time but not stay the night, I’ll come for you no problem.”

“Yes…but I don’t think I can do this, not with all of them, not without you with me.”

“Eh? What do you mean all of them, what’s going on?”

Anne, now suddenly sounding distressed, said she’d tried calling earlier and explained that Wayne was there with two friends and had introduced her as his girlfriend.

At first he'd said that his friends were just staying a for while. But Wayne had begun whispering to her that she should be flirty with them as he was proud of her being there with him, and wanted to show her off.

She said they were nice enough but the flirting was increasingly getting out of hand and they were becoming very touchy feely since they had all moved to one of the bars which was darker and quieter.

When Anne went to stop one of them from putting his hand up her dress, Wayne had told her to relax, let his friends have a feel and whispered in her ear that I had arranged it all. He reminded her that she was his for the night, her husband had sent her to him.

She said she was pretty shocked when he said that but honestly thought it was the sort of thing I’d do, so she drank more for the additional courage she felt she needed, and bit by bit, eventually decided to just with the flow.

So, although it was initially somewhat reluctantly, Anne had got to the point where she allowed herself to be groped, felt up.

As I pressed her for details, I asked her if she had agreed to what was being asked for by Wayne?

Apologetically and almost tearfully, Anne admitted that she had actually told each one of the guys individually, after pressure from Wayne, that she would let them fuck her tonight.

That was about an hour ago.

It was only now that Wayne had said a couple more drinks they'd all be going upstairs, and given the magnitude of fucking three men together, that she decided to double check with me during a ladies room break.

I told Anne that I, a 100% had not arranged it but not to say anything about having spoken to me, that she was to firstly compose herself, then carry on in exactly the same way as she’d been before she’d called me.

"Don't give Wayne or the guys any indication that you're upset or that you've spoken to me, but stay in the bar area - I'm on my way."

I remember wanting to floor it in the car but had a police vehicle a couple of cars behind me for ages and it was nearly an hour before I got there.

My thoughts had been all over the place.

I was gobsmacked. And furious. And admittedly more than a little turned on as well. But mostly furious.

As I entered the bar, I could see Wayne with his back to me, sat on a barstool legs open with his arms around Anne, who was standing between his legs, facing the other two guys.

I stood briefly frozen as I tried to analyse the situation.

Wayne pulled Anne up onto his lap, keeping his arms around her waist.

One of the guys closed up to Anne and was feeling her legs above her knees. As he inched upwards, I could tell that Anne had flinched, he had either got to her pussy or had managed to touch it certainly - but Anne had both of her hands holding his wrists, stopping easy access.

Wayne said something in her ear and pulled Annes hands away from the guys wrist.

Anne suddenly leant back into Wayne, which of course gave him access and he was obviously feeling her pussy.

I was so fucking angry but so fucking turned on.

I’d barely been there a minute or two while this was happening. The other guy stepped forward and swapped places with his friend.

As soon as his hand also went under her dress, Anne bucked. This guy must have gone straight in, all the way. Her hands/arms were being held firmly by Wayne. She squirmed and leant further back into Wayne who started kissing her. I think she was close to an orgasm as she kissed Wayne back allowing the guy in front of her to continue without restraint.

Still frozen temporarily, I realised I had to do something.

I approached them and called out, “Anne”.

Looking around and seeing me, she jumped off Waynes lap and threw her arms around me.

The two guys looked startled and didn’t really know what was going on.

Wayne sat there stammering. “I…err…sorry mate..erm..”

I told Anne we were going, and after grabbing her handbag, she turned to Wayne and landed a palm print leaving slap around his face. “You told me my husband set this up, you fucking liar!”

The drive home was a complete blur in terms of I can’t remember the actual driving.

Later, when in bed, she recounted events to me.

Anne admitted that her first thoughts when told that I had set things up, were that no way she was going to do it. But as she’d drunk more and Wayne had been continuously feeling her up, keeping her horny, she’d slowly been coming around to the prospect of allowing them all to fuck her. More than anything - so she claimed - was the belief that I had planned it and wanted it to happen.

Wayne had encouraged her - just prior to her call to me - to allow each of the guys to snog her, feel her pussy while she rubbed the front of their pants and even told her to whisper into their ears that she was going to let them fuck her tonight.

I asked her if she was turned on at that stage and she gave a very quiet yes in reply. "I was ready to by then, because I thought it was what you wanted. Even after I called you, although I was really angry, I kept thinking that when you got here you'd want it all to go ahead anyway."

But she then cried at the thought of if, if having allowed it to happen, she then found out afterwards that I hadn’t known anything about it. That, understandably, really did upset her.

I hugged her and said that it would've been a huge turn on, but only if I actually had arranged it, Besides, don't you think I would've definitely wanted to be there for that from the outset?

"Yeah, that's what I thought, that's why I called you."

I told her that I'd watched her for a short period before calling out her name and was pretty turned on by what I saw happening - but more than anything, there was no way I could that cheeky twat get away with it.

Well, the result of our stewards inquiry was a mixture of arguments / finger pointing / confessions and so on.

But ultimately, the fallout put paid to all our extra marital fun.

For almost three years.

Our sex life was still good, if not excellent. But Anne and I both knew what I still craved, even if it remained unsaid.

In my thoughts, over time, I eventually decided that I needed to find a longer term, relatively safe solution.

A solution that didn’t expose Anne to unnecessary risk, or our marriage.

I missed the feeling of fucking Annes pussy with a fresh load inside her.

She knew it too.

There were times the following 3 years when we sort of broached the subject, but it didn’t feel quite right for me and the way Anne responded gave zero encouragement.

Then, one night, the timing just felt right, just the right amount of drink, smoke and horniness and Anne opened up a little, saying she might agree if this and if that and if…haha, you get the picture.

We agreed that IF it ever happened again, there would be no hotel visits alone and I would always have to be present.

Cue my scheming restarted.

Frank.

The hated Frank.

Although Frank had fucked her, Anne still claimed she hated him. She’d never allowed him to kiss her, she’d never held his cock in her hand - let alone sucked him.

He totally lusted after her, always had.

But, tellingly, Anne was soaking wet before he fucked her and had orgasmed hard. That was something she went bright red at when I’d pointed it out to her.

I discreetly got in touch with him and arranged for him to just "bump" into us one night.

On this particular night, we were at the bar in a club when he approached her from behind, placing his arms around her tightly saying “I know you still want me…admit it.”

“Eeuww, like a hole in the head, get off me Frank!”

Frank didn’t immediately let go, gripping her tightly saying “It’d be really good if you struggle later, I like it, much more fun.”

I started laughing and Anne, finally wriggling out of his clutches, eventually laughed a little as well, saying “never ever happening again Frank, you’ve got no hope.”

“I ain’t asking you…. I might ask your husband though…”

Anne went bright red and said she was off to the ladies, and for me to get her another drink.

We stayed for another couple of hours and were quite drunk by the the time our taxi was due. The banter to and fro between Anne and Frank continued pretty much in the same vein, on and off throughout but there was laughter too.

When Frank asked if we could drop him off, Anne looked over at me and squeezed my hand indicating a no.

I managed to whisper to her that don’t worry, he’s not coming back to ours and she smiled, saying to him “I think you should walk home but that’s mean, so ok.”

Frank said “you know you want me to come back, admit it” and laughed.

Just as we were about to get into the cab, I pulled Anne to me and said, “sit on your hands in the car, all the way home, ok?”

She looked back at me quizzically, not really acknowledging what I had said, nor at the time knowing the implications, but I just hopped in the front seat next to the driver.

Frank laughed at this and opened the back door allowing Anne to get in behind the driver.

He came around the other side and got in next to Anne.

I gave the driver the address and looked back at Anne whose hands were on her lap. I nodded towards her and she stared back before finally, reluctantly placing both hands underneath her legs.

It was only a 20 minute journey back to ours, and less than 10 mins to Franks from there.

There was music on in the cab but I could hear a little of the conversation going on between them both.

I glanced over and saw Franks hand trying to go between her legs, but Anne had clamped them shut and wasn’t relinquishing.

Frank persisted, eventually getting a little joy by forcing his hand under her arse but she was making sure it was really awkward for him to get to where he wanted to go.

Eventually, Frank, realising that Anne hadn’t used her hands once to try and stop him, went for her breasts.

This time there was nothing she could do as he groped and fondled them under her top. I could tell he was rolling a nipple around as she bit her lip. Anne had her eyes closed as Franks fingers found her other nipple.

The taxi driver became aware that there was something going on in the back - probably tipped off by me looking over constantly, but after veering slightly out of lane a couple of times, I'd told him to keep his eyes on the road ahead.

Just before we got back to ours, Franks spare hand got pretty much fully under Annes arse as she suddenly let out a little muffled squeal.

Suddenly, we were back.

Anne and I got out and as I was trying to pay the driver, telling him to take Frank on a little further, he said he couldn’t, he had another fare to pick up and we would have to call another cab.

This bit actually wasn’t planned.

So, Frank ended up inside with us. We tried calling a few cabs but on a Saturday night at that time it was impossible.

Anne had gone straight upstairs after it became clear there were no taxis for a while yet.

I left Frank with a beer and went up after her.

“Did you plan this?” she asked straight away.

“No hun, I swear he was going to take the same taxi on to his”.

Anne deliberated for a moment and just said ok.

I felt a bit guilty answering her that way because the bumping into Frank was definitely planned.

“And what was all that about, the sit on your hands, that was sooo embarrassing, not being able to stop him.”

Anne started laughing and said “you don’t half come out with the weirdest most unexpected things.”

I went over to her and kissed her, all was good.

As she undressed, I picked up her knickers. They were soaking.

“Do you want a joint?” I asked.

Anne pondered for a moment before saying “may as well.”

I returned downstairs, with a hard on, aided at the possibility of what may yet come.

Frank, sitting on one of the chairs, was grinning.

I told him to chill and put some music on, taking the other chair myself.

Anne came back down about 10 minutes later. She had one of my shirts on, a dark grey one, and as she sat down I caught a glimpse of her little white cotton knickers underneath. Nothing overtly sexy, but she knew that I always found that type of attire on her a huge turn on.

We sat around chatting, drinking and smoking for a while before Frank started with his banter again.

When Anne got up to change the CD, I said out loud that she looked gorgeous and to come over to me when she was done.

When she came over, I told her to undo the buttons and to stay like that.

Again she went red but she knew full well where this was likely to go at this stage. She did as I asked and Wayne commented that he would’ve just ripped the shirt open.

“And you would now owe me about £100 quid” I said, with everyone laughing.

I tried to keep the convo flowing but there was a clear, sexually charged undercurrent in the room,

Anne, sitting with her legs tucked under her on the couch, struggled to keep her breasts full covered in the position she was in and with the way the shirt naturally fell.

She eventually just gave up, much to Franks and my delight.

As Frank got up to pass the joint to Anne, he dropped to his knees in front of her and reached for her breast.

Anne looked over at me and I nodded my consent.

Revealing both tits by opening the shirt up, Frank grinned and said “Fuck, you ARE gorgeous. You do know I’m gonna fuck you Anne, don't you? Are you wet thinking of my cock in you?”

Anne said nothing but shifted a little uneasily.

Frank, leaned forward and started to fondle her tits, sucking on each nipple in turn. Anne sighed as she watched his mouth clamp onto one.

“Frank, shuffle back a little bit but stay right where you are. Anne stand up please."

Anne looked over at me and realising that the moment was now close, looked a bit mortified, but did as I asked.

Frank who was grinning away, on his knees in front of her, tugged her knickers down and having removed them, held them to his nose, taking in her scent.

As her bare pussy lips were just inches from Franks face, it added to her embarrassment being so close to his eyes, being so closely inspected.

“Is she ready for you Frank? I asked.

Franks raised a finger and ran it along her slit.

“Ready?? Fuck, she’s dripping!” said Frank.

He extended his tongue to replace the finger and licked the length of her pussy.

Anne trembled and placed her hands on his shoulders for stability, her eyes shut.

He continued to lick her and inserted his middle finger in her, gently finger fucking her.

Anne gasped, buckling, and started to orgasm already. Her pussy suddenly gave a little squirt, right into Franks face, shocking him momentarily.

As Frank stood up, ripping his clothes off as quickly as he could, Anne, now quite unsteady, sat down on the edge of the sofa, looking over at me before returning her gaze to Franks groin.

His dick, hard and clearly throbbing was in front of her face. With one hand grasping the base of it, the other on the back of Annes head, Frank thrust if forward to her lips.

Anne didn’t open her mouth. He rubbed it over her face and tried again.

Once more she avoided it.

“Bitch” he said, half laughing, half serious.

“One day you’re going to suck it and swallow every drop.”

With that he grabbed her quite roughly and turned her face down into the sofa, rubbing his cock up and down, and, lining his cock up, he thrust home in one.

Anne gave out a huge “AAARRGH” reaching out to grip something, anything, but there was nothing to hold onto.

Frank, held himself, fully embedded in her pussy for a few seconds before he started just pounding her.

Annes moans were immediate.

Still face down, her head towards me, she opened her eyes briefly and reached out to me.

I scooted over and held her extended hand. Fuck, she was so strong with her grip, such was the ferocity with which Frank was fucking her.

"AAARRGHH AAARRGHH....OH FUCK.....AAARRGHH." He was relentless, as were Annes continuous moans the whole time

Before you knew it he announced he was coming, and thrust home forcefully, as he ejaculated deep into her pussy, saying “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah” over and over.

When he eventually withdrew, he staggered backwards to his chair, leaving Anne bent over the couch, still gripping my hand, breathing really laboured, her eyes shut tight.

I extricated myself from her vice like grip of my hand and got behind her, wanting to see the aftermath, the result of a short but really hard fucking.

Franks come was clearly visible, resting in her slightly gaping pussy, I could see a pool of it inside her, the overload beginning to ooze out.

It was a glorious sight.

I told Anne not to move but returned to my own chair.

Both Frank and I took in the view for a good 2 minutes or so before I sensed that Anne probably didn’t want to be on display like that any longer and went back to her, saying “were off to bed now, get a cab or stay if you want”.

Anne, not looking over at Frank at all, rose gingerly to her feet and staggered out of the room with me, come dripping everywhere.

The moment we got into our bedroom, I spread her legs and gave her a further pounding.

Determined to not be outdone by Frank and fuelled by my pent up lust, I absolutely hammered her for at least 20 minutes. It was a very sloppy fuck. He must have put a full pint of sperm in there. Finally, I also released all I had into her.

It was about 5-10 minutes before we spoke.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

"Yeah,…that was really intense” she said.

“Which bit?”

“All of it”.

We snuggled up together, pulling the quilt over us. Not much else was said, we were both coming down from our exertions.

I have no doubt that we both would’ve been asleep within a couple of minutes when Frank knocked gently at the door.

Anne froze, saying nothing though, just holding onto me a little tighter, her arm across my chest.

As Frank entered the room, Anne was still across me, her back to him.

His cock once again stood at full mast providing an obvious explanation for his knock on the door.

“Need more eh?” I said, as I gently pushed Anne over towards him.

Now on her back, Frank immediately started kissing Annes neck, followed by her tits.

She moaned out.

As he rolled over her, her legs parted.

Then, out of the blue, Frank said “I know you’re not gonna suck me - you will one day - but, I’m asking nicely, I’d really really really like it if you would put me in you. Please.”

Anne stared up at him, hesitating. I thought she was going to say no, but then she reached down and grabbed his cock, placing it at the entrance to her pussy.

“Thank you”

Anne mouthed a long silent “O” as he pushed into her.

She began coming within a minute.

Frank rode her for a good 10 minutes, smothering her neck in kisses.

Anne orgasmed several times. As she sensed Franks own orgasm approaching, for the first time, she raised and locked her legs around him. His mouth was clamped to her neck, held in place by her hand as she came with him, each vociferously announced spurt of his, answered by one from her.

Wow.

I hadn’t expected it to happen that way.

But it was incredibly erotic. Right next to me.

They both held onto each other like that for almost 5 minutes I think, which felt like and was an age.

When he finally dismounted, he looked totally spent. He said “I want to thank you both’ that was incredible” and left the room.

I had to have her again after that.

How could I not?

Eventually, we slept.

Sunday morning came and we eventually woke just after 10am, which was pretty late for us.

I looked over at  Anne. She had a large love bite on her neck. That was definitely going to be there for a week. She knew I hated seeing them, and I knew she’d be upset herself.

But I also knew it would serve as a constant reminder the next week or so, of what we had done. What she had done with Frank.

Anne went off for a shower.

Within a few minutes of the sound of the water running, Frank was at our bedroom door.

“Mate, I can’t tell you how much I loved last night” he said.

“You left a love bite on her neck Frank, that’s a big no-no”.

“Sorry mate. I’ll be careful if we ever do it again. Erm…I’m gonna be in so much shit today when I get home…but…do you think it would be ok if….err…”.

“You want to fuck her again before you go?” I said. “Yeah, she does that to you, I get that.”

When Anne walked in from the bathroom, she had her hair in a towel and another wrapped around her.

She looked genuinely shocked to see Frank in our room and stood motionless as he walked to her.

He removed the towel around her hair first, running his fingers through it, before he tugged at the other towel, exposing her fully.

Anne let out a soft whimper as he stared into her eyes whilst rubbing his hand between her legs.

As he turned her, guiding her backwards towards the bed, he eased her down on it, her legs dangling off the side.

His mouth trailed kisses down her body to her pussy.

“Mmmm…you smell delicious” he said, before he began eating her out.

I leaned over and started kissing her. One of her hands came up behind my head, encouraging our kissing, the other went to the back of Franks head, guiding him, or rather keeping Franks mouth between her legs.

Frank raised himself ,and, moving her hand he placed it around his cock.

Annes mouth had not left mine in all this time, and as she continued to snog me, her other hand guided Franks cock into her.

“MMMMMM” she moaned as he must have entered her. I was straining to see but she was clamping our mouths together.

As her movement indicated, she was now definitely being fucked, I broke away and watched.

Frank stood and pulling her legs towards him so her pussy was right at the edge of the bed - if not slightly over it - he raised both her legs over his shoulders and started fucking her harder. I grabbed both her arms, pulling them above her head and held onto them as Frank increased his pace. Anne started throwing her head side to side as his pace increased even further.

He was slamming into her now, and placing a hand around her throat shouted out that he was going to come.

The statement and the chokehold seemed to send Anne over the top, she was staring up at him her eyes wide open and she came hard, followed seconds later with a huge roar from Frank.

“Oh yeah….oh yeah…" Anne said quietly as she waited for him to fully finish inside her.

Within a few minutes he was dressed and gone.

“Still hate him?” I asked afterwards.

Blushing, Anne was quiet before eventually just saying “sort of,”