Anne and I had spoken at some length about our encounter(s) with Wayne. (See 22/12/22)

She still struggled to entirely forgive herself or balance her feelings of always wanting to be a dutiful, faithful loving wife, against the reality of allowing herself to be fucked a few times now, by three different men.

I was concerned that she may end up placing the blame entirely on me….knowing that if she did, she’d be pretty much correct in accurately apportioning the blame in my direction.

It was true, I knew it. However much she may have enjoyed each encounter - and she had - I knew she would never had done so without the active encouragement from me.

Actually, it went further than encouragement, a lot further.

Looking back, I know that on my part, it was really about dominating, manipulating and control.

I think this is something we all do to some degree, men and women.

I suppose it starts from an early age. Baby cries, mother responds and the baby soon realises what it feels it needs to do to get attention, to get its way.

Over years we hone those skills to get what we want. Even into marriage. Haha, possibly especially in marriage. I’m still entirely unsure if men are better at it than women, I suspect that it’s actually the other way round.

Anyway, before this becomes a psychological inquest, this is where Anne and I were at that moment.

From words uttered in the heat of the moment during sex, to the slightly more embarrassed conversations in the aftermath, dealing with the way forward is so much trickier.

But we did.

I admitted to her that I knew I had put her under pressure to comply as it turned me on massively. She asked me how would I have reacted or been with her if she’d refused to go along? I told her that I didn’t honestly know, that I’d like to believe I’d have been 100% understanding, supportive etc, etc….but I didn’t know for certain.

What I did know though and admitted, was that I would’ve been pretty distraught with myself had she hated it, or was so upset or disgusted with herself that she would then hate me.

Or, importantly, if she ever went behind my back with someone, no matter who it was.

Anne, in turn, admitted she always knew she didn’t have to go through with any of it, but had chosen to….because I had given her a personal get-out-of-jail-free card simply by saying “it would turn me on, do it for me.”

She also told me that by me making the decision, it effectively removed a lot of the guilt from her. For her, pleasing her husband, keeping him happy was so important.

Anne asked if I wanted to now have sex with another woman, and that she couldn’t really say no or kick off if I did.

I told her no, I didn’t. She looked at me asking me if that was true, and when I confirmed that I had no interest in any other woman, she said “good, I couldn’t handle watching you with someone else.” I already knew this from the way she behaved when any other woman showed even the slightest interest in me.

There were a few opportunities through the years when we could've easily swapped with other couples and we came really close, indulging in soft petting but Anne couldn't cope with me giving any attention to another woman and the subsequent atmosphere it created was awful.

“I love feeling I have no choice but to give in” Anne said, “like being forced to allow things to happen.”

“But you know you do have the choice in reality?” I asked. “You know that if you said no, it would mean no?”

Snuggling into me, Anne said “Of course I know that, that’s why I love you.”

Well, that statement was to be tested far sooner than either of us would have known.

In our circle of friends, there was a guy on the periphery called Frank who was once married to one of Annes friends, but they had separated a while back. I got on well with him but Anne absolutely detested him. She told me that he used to hit on her from the moment they met, all through his own marriage, all through our marriage and even now, behind my back - even though Anne always told me.

Crude comments, grabbing her arse, rubbing up against her…all par for the course for Frank.

Anne had told me that once, when she was on a girls night out in Manchester, he was in the same club and he had lunged his hand up her skirt. She said she’d slapped him hard and he’d just laughed, grabbing her hand and rubbing it forcefully against his cock saying that one day he was going to fuck her with this.

I’d had a serious word with him after that and he apologised saying he was drunk but also saying he’d fancied her for years and had misread the situation, thought she’d been flirting with him. I had a reason why I knew I ultimately had Frank under total control, something I don’t really want to mention here but Frank knew he couldn’t afford to really upset me.

Frank had subsequently even been to our house on a few occasions when we had various gatherings, his behaviour having improved somewhat, but I’d often caught him looking at Anne lecherously.

Anne said that she knew he was always undressing her with his eyes and he was still quite flirty when I wasn’t around, brushing past her in tight situations but always on his best behaviour when I appeared.

It had been about two weeks since the last episode with Wayne. I had planned on a further encounter or two but he wasn’t back up in the area for another 10 days or so.

We had a BBQ going. Even in Manchester we got some great summer days, and there were about 18 people invited but more showed up, friends of friends etc…and Frank, who wasn’t officially invited but had arrived with others and I welcomed him anyway.

It was a really good day, good food, good banter, music, laughter.

Anne was in a short pleated skirt and t-shirt, white trainers. I knew she had on very simple, small white cotton knickers underneath.

I’d watched Frank eying her up at every opportunity, thinking it’d gone unnoticed, but I had seen him. He even grabbed his crotch, adjusting his cock a few times while watching her going into her social butterfly mode.

His obvious lust for Anne had got me turned on as I watched from a distance.

I knew my thoughts were heading in one particular direction, possibly a very unwise one.

None of the encounters Anne and I had experienced involved anyone from home territory so to speak. They either lived abroad or well out of the area so there was minimal risk involved. But the thoughts I was now having were accelerating onto dangerous, unknown ground.

Anne was taking round a tray of bottled beers and Frank approached her, taking one himself. He said something to Anne and she replied in return, before moving away leaving Frank laughing, saying something to her as she moved away.

It was a while later, at the bottom of the garden that Anne approached me, bringing me a cold beer. I handed it to her and she thought about it for a second before she said “go on then but if I get wasted, you’re going to have to do the clean up”.

“So, what was Frank saying to you hun?”

“What he always says, that I’m the most fuckable woman here and that he still was going to do me one day.”

We both laughed.

“He doesn’t give up does he?” I said. “What did you say?”

“I told him that I’d fuck every man here before him, even Greg, dream on”.

We both started laughing hysterically. Poor Greg, nice enough guy but not many women would ever fuck Greg.

The afternoon went by without incident - apart from Frank drooling at Anne whenever he could.

Just as we were about to wrap things up for the day and clear stuff up, I found myself sharing a beer with Frank, both of us watching Anne flitting casually amongst the remaining people.

“I heard what you said to her earlier Frank.”

Frank went a little red and started apologising.

I stopped him and told him we were about to wrap things up and to hold back from leaving. A few of us might chill for a while inside, once everything had been cleared up and he could join us if he wanted.

Frank, looking more than a little surprised said “are you sure, your Mrs doesn’t really like me you know.”

“Anne does what she’s told Frank, chill.”

Frank just stared at me, trying to absorb what I could possibly mean by that.

An hour or so later, there were maybe eight of us in the lounge winding down from what had been a lovely day.

Anne was a bit perplexed to find Frank still there but was in good spirits overall. We’d switched the beers for wine and someone had left us some weed. There were a few people sitting casually on the floor.

Franks eyes were riveted to Annes arse. I knew he’d caught glimpses of her knickers throughout the afternoon, more so since we’d been back in the lounge. Her skirt was pretty short.

Frank had gone to use the loo and when he returned he plonked himself on the carpet, opposite to where Anne was sitting. To me, his positioning was blatantly intentional, but I don’t think anyone else noticed. Not even Anne at first. The room was nicely full of chatter, light music and laughter.

And then, suddenly, Anne did notice.

I watched as she caught him staring between her legs as she was sitting on the edge of the couch. I didn’t have a clear view as I was at an angle but I knew he could probably see her knickers.

They held their gaze leaving me in no doubt she knew he was getting an eyeful and she let him.

Anne carried on talking to her friend and left her legs in exactly the same position, slightly open but in such an innocent way that had I not been watching beforehand, it would’ve gone totally unnoticed. But she definitely knew he could see and didn’t move to close her legs for a good few seconds, maybe half a minute or so.

In fact, when she did move, asking if anyone wanted another drink I swear she parted them even further as she rose to her feet.

Frank smirked and again adjusted his cock slightly in his pants.

My own cock was rock hard as I watched on, casually chatting to others as well, not wanting to draw attention to what I was witnessing or to the fact I couldn’t move as I’d reveal my own erection to the room.

Anne returned with top ups for a few people and sat on my lap. She immediately became aware of my hard on and kissed me, whispering that she had to have me as soon as possible. A couple of people made their exits saying they need to get home and the room started thinning out.

Anne went to see them out - I was still fighting to control my erection and was desperately trying to nonchantly readjust without drawing attention, so I didn’t get up.

Frank, now that the room was emptier and only a couple of others remained, got up and sat on the chair.

A few minutes later the last couple left and once again Anne saw them out to the door.

Frank looked over at me as Anne accompanied them out and I nodded to him and said, “try your luck again, but if she says no, it’s no. Understand?”

He stared at me, once again trying to comprehend what I was actually saying, eventually breaking out in a grin saying “are you sure?”

I didn’t get a chance to reply as Anne returned and straight away started clearing glasses and bottles. As she left for the kitchen I nodded to him to give her a hand and he grabbed a couple of glasses and went through to the kitchen after her.

Within 20-30 seconds I heard Annes voice saying something along the lines of “what do you think you’re doing?” Followed by a louder “get your hands off me.”

She stormed back into the lounge looking flustered, stood in front of me and angrily proceeded to tell me about Frank.

As she was in mid flow, Frank came up behind her and grabbed her tightly around her waist with one arm and shoved his other hand around her front, up her skirt.

Anne, looking clearly shocked just stared at me and said “aren’t you going to stop him?”

I didn’t immediately answer.

My brief silence was deafening as Frank continued to feel Annes pussy, right in front of me.

The arm encircling her waist moved up, under her t-shirt to her breasts. His other hand continued its mission on her pussy.

As she was standing right in front of me, I reached out and gently lifted her short skirt to see Franks fingers rubbing her slit over her thin cotton knickers. He slipped two fingers underneath, into the side and exclaimed “she’s fucking soaking.”

Finally, I spoke.

“Do you want me to stop him?”

She said nothing for 5-6 seconds before saying a very feeble yes.

“Anne, do you want me to stop him?”

Her eyes closed and her knees buckled a little. Her head tilted back slightly as Frank winked at me. He began kissing her neck and pushed her bra up, feeling her tits.

I asked her a third time and she didn’t answer. Only a little whimpers escaped her lips, no words.

“Well, in that case, fuck her like you’ve always wanted to Frank.”

As soon as I said that, Anne came hard, shaking. She was being held up by Frank at this stage, her knees had gone.

Franks lay her down on the carpet and yanked his pants down. There was no further foreplay or anything resembling it.

Moving the crutch of her panties to the side, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit a couple of times and then, having lubricated the head of his cock and located her entrance, he thrust home forcibly saying “AT LAST” out loud.

Anne started gushing almost at once.

Franks pace was impressive. He fucked her hard, relentlessly for about 6-7 minutes telling her over and over that he told her he would fuck her one day. I lost count of Annes orgasms. It was impossible to tell whether there were multiple ones or just one continual one all the time his cock was in her.

"Fuck, your pussy feels good"

Anne was just moaning out loud with every thrust. She was in a basic missionary underneath him legs spread but still flat on the carpet. Suddenly, Frank hooked his arms underneath her knees and, lifting them over his shoulders, pinning them back to her head, started to pound her, slamming his cock into her over and over.

Anne was almost screaming with her UGHHHHHS.

Then, with a final thrust deep inside of her pussy, he came, releasing years of frustration, huge amounts of sperm inside her, triggering a long guttural wail from Anne. Her legs, visibly shaking were released by Frank dropped back to being flat on the carpet, both breathing heavily.

They lay there in silence after the event, his cock still firmly embedded in my wife.

As Frank finally dismounted her and rolled to his side.  Anne lay there for a few moments with her arm over her face. Her pussy looking well used, sperm oozing out down into her arse crack and onto the carpet.

She rose quite unsteadily and quietly, still dripping, left the room without saying a word or looking at either of us.

Frank pulled his pants up and slumped back into a chair.

We both looked at the rather large pool of cum already beginning to stain the carpet.

I waited for him to recover before I told him that it was a today only situation. I made it clear that he wasn’t to breathe a word to anyone anywhere and after today, he would never ever be in our circle again.

I then reminded him of certain things and confidently knew he understood, his silence was guaranteed.

I told him to call himself a taxi and went upstairs to Anne.

I knew this may prove to be difficult when I entered the bedroom.

Anne was on the bed still looking shocked about the whole thing, but, upon seeing that my hard on was at bursting point, took me into her mouth and then told me to take my pussy back. She knew all was well with me and as usual, the first time afterwards I didn’t last too long. She was learning that my need to simply release at that stage was always likely to override all else.

When we finally spoke about things properly the next day and days, she said that being fucked by him, someone she hated, was something she’d never felt before, a mixture of shame about not saying “yes, stop him”, of actually letting him fuck her and yet at the same time it made her unbelievably wet even now thinking about it.

She said that the moment she hadn't made it clear that I should stop it, she knew he would fuck her as a result and her emotions were in a mess about it.

Anne was always very careful to make sure that I wasn't upset in anyway at whatever she/we did.

When I was making my way upstairs, I was concerned about how she felt, if she'd be angry at me for not shutting it down straight away. I always made sure to remind her often that I loved her, what we did we did together. Even if I wasn't present, it was still together.

I always felt that the moment I showed I was angry or upset at something we'd done, that'd be it.

She was however, really embarrassed at being caught out when she realised I'd seen it all didn't close her legs together.

That admission led to some fantastic sessions between us later.

One thing for certain, Anne was for the time being, sexually rampant again as a result.

Even more so when I told her that I’d be sending her to Wayne once he was back. Despite continuously downplaying it and acting as if she didn’t care, or even that she didn't really want to, her pussy was saying something quite different as the days counted down.