Just as I had essentially primed and readied Anne into accepting she would make parts of her body previously unavailable to Frank, available, I backed off. For a while I wasn’t even sure why.

My mind was torn from between desperately wanting it to happen, to feeling distinctly uneasy about the aftermath and the possible consequences.

I knew my wife had been quietly ready for me to tell her it was on - I think she was actively looking forward to it, excited by it - but of course she’d never ever ask me if and when it was happening, let alone state she wanted it to happen.

Timing is so important and I was in danger of missing the boat on it, Anne having been primed but left on hold.

I questioned my own reluctance, my unease. I was discovering that certain things turned Anne on much more than I had realised….and some of those things didn’t particularly sit well with me.

I had been her first. We’d been together all these years.

I thought we had shared just about everything a couple could share and we knew more about each other than was imaginable…so what was the problem?

The problem, or challenge for me, was that the acceptance of some of what Anne secretly craved, I had ultimately not provided - mainly because I hadn’t realised till then, how much she liked or even needed it that night.

Although we’d both enjoyed occasional spanking sessions mingled into our sex lives, it had never taken up a great portion of it.

For one, although it was certainly fun at the times we had done it, it didn’t actually do that much for me, it was never a stand out feature to me.

Anne had never really indicated she liked it that much either.

But then again, I had never spanked her to tears, with as much force…as Frank had done.

Don’t get me wrong, it certainly wasn’t a full on severe extreme spanking, S&M style that Frank had carried out on Annes arse.

But, it did go further than she and I had ever gone before.

I didn’t see it clearly at the time, and with a little hindsight I felt that if he had gone just a little further still, and, if I had allowed him to go that little bit further, she would’ve been totally compliant to anything he wanted.

Her little sobs as a result of the spanking she got from him echoed in my thoughts, as did her behaviour afterwards. She was massively turned on. It bothered me that I felt Frank knew it too. Let me correct that, I knew that Frank knew it too and I was uncomfortable with the possible power it afforded him with my wife.

I think I was really just annoyed that, of all people, Frank had picked up on something about Anne sexually, that I hadn’t exactly missed, but had definitely underestimated. And I was a bit pissed off about it.

Once I admitted it to myself, I was eventually able to laugh about it. It was a necessary reminder for me that only a fool think he knows it all - every person you meet is your teacher. Even Frank.

Having finally swallowed that particular slice of humble pie, I set about my plans.

Frank had called me 3-4 times since that night, each time asking if we could get together soon. I had him over to the house when Anne was visiting friends and we had a pretty good chat.

Frank, dangling a carrot, was so determined to have Anne again - before it became apparent that things were back on the agenda again -  he actually asked me if I wanted to shag his girlfriend. He had once been married to one of Annes friends, but they’d parted some time ago.

“You can you know, why don’t we swap for a night?” he said.

Now, his girlfriend Tina was definitely pretty with a build similar to Annes, and of course I wouldn’t have minded having her for a night. I didn't really know her though, nor did I really know their relationship. Would Frank have bullied her into opening her legs to me? That wouldn't have been for me though, no matter how much I fancied the woman.

But I did know Anne. She’d have a huge problem about me fucking another woman - she didn’t even like it when women flirted with me, let alone anything else! Anyway, Frank admitted he hadn’t even discussed it with Tina, he was just adamant that he’d just tell her she was doing it.

Who knows, maybe it was true, maybe he really could just tell her, but I felt he was somehow trying to compete a little, after seeing how Anne complied with whatever I said or asked - I remember getting the feeling that it wouldn’t have been quite the same thing as Anne and I. Nah.

I mentioned that if Anne ever actually met Tina properly, she’d likely point blank never let him fuck her again, Anne would feel she couldn’t after having met her. I told Frank the score and he laughed…but I knew he would’ve somehow engineered it if it would’ve been the only way for him to have Anne again.

Frank asked me if he could get a bit more assertive with Anne?

Déjà vu. “Like what?” I asked.

“Like, erm… similar to last time…just a bit more though” he said grinning.

“Yeah, sometimes she does like it a bit rough, that’s obvious mate, depends on the circumstances…” I answered.

We both acknowledged that Annes wet knickers punishment had gone perfectly and I pointed out that that her knickers being wet would always be a given, a constant as she gushed so much. We enjoyed 2-3 beers as our little chat progressed into a few more do’s and don’ts. Although he left shortly before Anne returned, I’m pretty sure he was hoping I'd ask him to stay and fuck her as soon as she got back.

Anne asked me who’d been round as she had to restock the fridge with beers?

“Frank”

“Oh…”

I told her that we’d had a good chat and I was going to decide on a few things…and I might tell her…..but I might not. She laughed and said “food first, but I’ll make you talk later.”

And later in bed, make me talk she did. Her mouth on my cock had brought me to the point of exploding into it several times before she eased off each time. This was, unusually, a bit of role reversal.

Anne didn’t want to get into a conversation about setting limits - she wanted the limits to be whatever I deemed should be the limit.

“You’re my husband, you decide, not me….if you tell me whatever is off limits, then it’s off limits because you said so, period.”

Aaahh… my darling sweet wife, still doing and saying what she can to make me feel I was always the one in control.

I was on my back with Anne nuzzled up close to me laying on her side, her right leg draped over me as she gently wanked my cock.

“So my husband…what is it you need me to do… to please you?” I laughed. She was speaking in a slightly OTT slave girl voice from another era, but it was brilliantly done. “Your wish will always be my command my master…always” as she mounted me. As she started to ride me, I said that at the moment, the limits with Frank were the same as the ones she herself had already set ….until I told her differently.

“There are three things he’s never really had from you yet…” I started telling her, flipping her over on her back now. She moaned out a little, as I penetrated her and pushed home.

“You’ve never sucked him off…” I knew her orgasm was now building from the rapid increase from her thrusts back at me.. “Imagine being made to suck his cock…imagine him being allowed to face fuck your mouth” That triggered her first huge one. “Imagine I’ve told him to grip your hair… your head… until he comes into your mouth” Gush number two..and three. “Imagine the feeling of being made to swallow his sperm”

Anne was shouting out “noooo….no way…..but if you make me….if he makes me….OMG.” Anne was coming so much it took me to the point of no return and I exploded into her pussy far earlier than I had intended. We were both turned on so much I didn’t get to say half of what I’d planned to say.

As we cuddled afterwards, gently kissing each other, Anne said: “Anyway, you said three things… I get the blowing him thing…and, you know, I’m assuming the second is… erm…in my bum…which is also a big no-no…. unless you make me….. but what’s the third?” I was quiet for a moment, before saying “something you’re gonna hate…letting him kiss you..snog you… and kissing him back”. Anne gripped me saying “Noooo….that really is the worst thing…it might sound daft but I think with Frank, he’d be so full of himself if I let him do that, let alone actually kissing him back, please…noooo”

“If I say yes you will, you will, ok?” There was silence for 10-15 seconds before she meekly said “Yes master." With that I climbed onto her again and told her to put me in as she had done with Frank.

We’d been out in the garden lounging about, drinking wine for an hour or so on a slightly overcast but pretty warm Sunday afternoon.

Anne was wearing a seriously cute, short little white pleated tennis skirt, thin matching t-shirt with little white knickers and of course white trainers. She’d had a bra on but after seeing how visible it was through her t-shirt, I asked her to remove it to see if her breasts and nipples could be seen through it, so it was left dangling across the back of her deck chair. It was perfect, although you couldn’t see right through it, you could definitely see her nipples pushing against the fabric.

We had a few friends casually drop in, all couples but only two now remained. Anne was a little conscious about the revealing t-shirt initially, especially as one of her friends who had commented on being able to see her tits, left after catching her husband continuously staring over at Anne and her dangling bra whenever he thought his wife wasn’t looking. Anne had gone in with one of the girls to open another bottle when Frank arrived, lighting a large spliff as he sat down amid the hi’s and hello’s.

I told him to go in and ask Anne to bring out an extra glass and he happily said “sure” as he headed into the house.

We all heard Anne squeal and a glass breaking - she was totally unaware Frank would be over. I hadn’t told her. Debbie, the girl that had gone in with Anne came out carrying a tray and said she was in the loo when she heard Annes squeal. “I think he scared her sneaking up behind her” she said laughing, before adding that Anne was sweeping up the shards.

About two minutes later, Frank came out laughing and sat down. “Where’s that joint mate?” I asked.

“Your Mrs has claimed it” he said laughing, “she said she needed to calm down.” Over the next hour or so, everyone chilled, the radio was turned up for the better tunes and the wine flowed. Frank was pretty well behaved and didn’t really give away anything in front of the others. Eventually they called time and said their goodbyes. Frank immediately offered to give Anne a hand with clearing up, but I asked him to give me a hand putting the chairs away first.

“Fuck, she looks good” he said folding away a chair. “What happened before?” I asked him. "Ahh..she hadn’t clocked me so I grabbed her arse, I didn’t know Debbie was in the house.”

“Ok, nearly done here, go and give her a…erm…hand then” I said, winking at him. “Fuck yeah” Frank replied grinning as he turned and headed in. “Oh…and yes you’re allowed to have a little grope” just before he was out of earshot.

I was just about done but slowed down purposefully giving him about 5-6 minutes before I wandered in. Anne, at the sink, was drying glasses with Frank pressed behind her. His hands were up her t-shirt feeling her tits.

“Will you stop Frank, I’m going to drop another one, just stop please”

“I’ve got permission from hubby” said Frank.

“I don’t know that though, so please stop” she said, momentarily uttering an involuntary "Mmmmm."

“What’s going on here then?” I said, startling Anne, who turned looking embarrassed, breaking Franks grip on her breasts. “He said you sent him, gave him permission” Anne replied, a little uncertainty in her voice. “Yeah, I did…carry on mate.”

Frank laughed out and his hands went straight back under her t-shirt and started rolling her nipples which were suddenly like bullets. She leaned back slightly into Frank and closed her eyes. Frank withdrew a hand and it went under the front of her skirt. No sooner had he reached under, Anne jerked, moaned out softly and reached out to steady herself.

Her hand caught a glass and it crashed to the floor.

We had a brief second of stunned silence before we all broke out in laughter. “Fucking hell Frank, I think we better move to the other room while we still have some glasses left.” After a further quick sweep, we went and sat in the lounge.

I had Anne sat in my lap, across me. This time it was my hand up her t-shirt feeling her breasts, while she moaned out soft encouragement.

We were in a deep, long kiss.

Breaking away, I said “Frank, I have a feeling that her panties are wet again. Would you mind checking for me?Instructing Anne, just like the last time, to stand in front of him, remove her knickers and give them to him, she hesitated, her arms around my neck whispering “nooo…no punishment this time…it hurts…” But she did as I asked.

“Yeah, they’re defo wet mate.”

“Go upstairs hun and put some fresh ones on. If they stay dry for ten minutes, he won’t punish you. But…if they don’t, you know what that will mean, don’t you?” Anne let out another involuntary whimper as she left the room.

While she was upstairs, Frank and I had a few hushed words. Anne returned and came towards me, but I stopped her.

“No, go and sit on Frank, in exactly the way you were sitting on me.” Anne stared at me. She was rooted to the spot before I repeated my instruction to her. “Now please.”

Sitting across Frank, his left arm around her shoulders, her right arm around his neck, her legs hanging off the arm of the chair, Anne was staring at me. Frank started feeling her tits once more as I watched on.

Then, he eased her legs apart and started running his hands up and down them, alternating between each leg. When his hand returned to her breasts, Annes eyes were shut, her moans were still soft but audible.Frank tilted his head down to kiss her. The moment she felt his lips on hers she tilted her face away again. “Bitch!” he said, joining in with the laugh from me. His hand ventured down and spread her legs further apart, fully exposing the crotch of her recently fresh knickers. As his hand travelled up the inside of her leg and felt her pussy through the thin cotton, he turned his face to me saying “I’m afraid your wife can’t keep her knickers dry, they’re soaking wet mate,” all the while continuing to rub her slit over her knickers.

Annes eyes shot open and looked over at me. Looking directly at her, I said “well, you know what to do then.”

Frank wasted no time in flipping her over and moving himself to the edge of his chair, positioned her over his lap. Anne had looked round at me and saw me get up and walk over to them, saying nothing though. She would’ve felt me lift the back of her skirt up and lower her knickers to halfway down her thighs. I returned to my chair as the first thwack landed.

Silence from Anne. The second one produced a yelp though, as did the third and fourth. Frank soothed her for a few moments, rubbing her cheeks gently, running a finger up and down her pussy lips which produced a spasm from Anne.

THWACK! Fuck, that one must have hurt, Anne yelled out, wriggling on his lap, her hands flailing wildly behind her.

I went and kneeled in front of her holding her hands, kissing her as her eyes were welling up, and although the angle was awkward, she responded. Another fierce one landed and she now started sobbing saying “sorry, please stop”.

Frank gave her another, asking her what she was sorry for? “Everything, I’m sorry” she said through her tears.

“Not good enough bitch!” he shouted as he continued. Tell me you’ll do whatever I want…TELL ME! Another two corkers landed on her arse.

“I’LL DO IT!”

I was right at the point of stopping it as this was verging on unchartered territory for me, looking at Anne face I knew to stop it, but the fact I could actually hear her pussy squirting delayed my statement by just a fraction, I made a call and said" THATS EN……THWACK...OUGH. ENOUGH FRANK!!

Christ, that was a serious one. It had landed just I was saying the word enough.

“I’LL DO IT..I’LL DO IT…WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST STOP, I’ll do it..I’ll do it…I’m sorry…Apple pie apple pie apple pie” she sobbed. Now, it’s clear that shouting out apple pie didn’t really fit into the conversation at that point - but it was the safe word we’d agreed on if she ever wanted to stop what was going on. It was the first time it had ever been said.

As I stood I could see her arse was bright red and decidedly marked. Frank was quietly gesturing that his hand hurt behind Anne and mouthing a sorry to me for the last smack on her arse. Under Franks legs was a huge wet spot on the carpet where Anne had gushed uncontrollably.

I gathered Anne in my arms and held her tightly, hushing her, telling her I loved her. Again, like last time I carried her upstairs and lay her on our bed, smothering her with kisses. When she had finally stopped her sobs, she looked at me -we were face to face, side by side - and said “I’m ok, honestly”.

Are you sure darling?” I asked.

“Yes…that was just… some of the best orgasms ever…thank you…I love you so much.” She kissed me hard. This time it was me who was in a stunned silence. It took me a moment to absorb what Anne had just said. “You said apple pie”

Anne, between sniffles, giggled and said “I know I know, I didn’t want any more spanking because I was coming so hard it was scaring me.”

I started laughing. There was a huge feeling of sheer relief overcoming me. It was rapidly being replaced by lust.

“Now, we’re going to fuck you…and you’re going to suck him this time, ok?”

“I need the bathroom first, can I shower?”

“Sure, we’ll be up in a bit hun.”

I returned to Frank in the lounge who was now sitting on the couch, looking a bit concerned.

“Look, I’m sorry if I went too far mate..that last one actually hurt my hand"

“Leave it Frank, it’s fine. The last smack was one too many but it’s ok.

She’s in the shower so let’s give her time to get out. We looked over at the carpet where he’d spanked Anne. It looked like a square metre or so was soaked. “I’ve never seen that before from any bird” he said and laughed.

We smoked a joint and Frank built another to take up to Anne. When we got upstairs, Anne was sitting at her dressing table, pinning her hair up. She was wearing a short, sheer black baby doll with matching knickers. We both stripped down to our boxers and plonked on the bed watching her in the mirror.

I had a sudden thought and said I needed the bathroom. I didn’t really. I went to one of the spare bedrooms and hit record on the cameras before going over and flushing the toilet anyway. When I got back, about 2-3 minutes later, Anne was still pinning her hair up but had the joint lit in front of her. Frank now stood behind her, reaching under her arms and playing with her tits.

"Well come on then, if you understand!" he said. Anne sighed and leaned her head back into him. Her head was level with with his groin and she must have felt his erection prodding the back of it. Frank, grabbing her shoulders, turned her slowly to face him.

Anne, looking at his cock, straining in his underwear, seemed to compose herself before she pulled his boxers down.

Looking up at him briefly, she grabbed his cock and held it, wanking it softly, gently cupping his balls with her other hand. She started licking and kissing around his whole groin, eventually concentrating on his balls.

After quite a few minutes of this, she stared up at him as her mouth closed around his cock for the very first time.

Now it was Franks turn to moan out loud and his hands went to my wife’s head, establishing the rhythm he wanted. He placed Annes hands on his buttocks

I decided to leave them be for a while and armed with the parting image of Annes eyes looking up at Frank as she sucked on his cock, I went downstairs to get us all a drink. I’d enjoy asking Anne what happened later and confirming it, by watching the tape back I hoped. It had been downstairs about 15 minutes before I heard the unmistakeable sound of my wife orgasming. I went back up shortly afterwards.

Anne was now naked, riding him, her back arched as he groped her breasts. She had that wonderful rhythm from her hips as she ground her pussy onto his dick, the scene could've come straight from a movie.

She looked over at me and smiled, beckoning me over to her. Anne reached for my hand and pulled me into her for a long deep kiss as she continued to ride him, our kiss not interrupting their rhythm.

Suddenly, she broke off, turning her eyes back to his, saying “I’m coming …again….URGHHHH…OMG…. YESSSSS….”

“Me too” said Frank, triggering another orgasm from Anne.

“YEAH…YESSSS…COME IN ME…FILL MY PUSSY…” She collapsed on top of him.

Frank, clearly savouring the feeling of my wife's breasts squashed firmly against him as she gradually regained her breath, he continued kneading her arse with both hands, waiting till his dick softened and slipped out of her pussy before he rolled her off him and asked me if he could stay the night.

“Tonight’s ok Frank, but we won’t be making a habit of it ‘cos you only live up the road. Anyway, we’ve all got a few things to discuss later so yeah, no problem.”

“Can I grab a shower?”

“Go ahead” I said.

I leaned over and kissed Anne. We stayed like that for ages, just kissing, holding each other before she said she needed me to fuck her as well. I told her that the way she was riding him was incredibly erotic and I wanted her the same way.

As I took in the view Frank had experienced just minutes before, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy with incredible ease - what a lubricant sperm is - I asked her what happened?

“I sucked his cock, and then I got on him because he told me to… and I fucked him.”

“Did he say anything before you sucked him?” Anne looked down at me and her pace increased.

“Yes”

“What?”

She didn’t answer immediately, but her pace increased still further. “He…he….he asked… OMG…. URRGGGHHHH….OH FUCK” I let her orgasm die down a little before urging her to continue.

“He asked if I was going to be good now…he…otherwise…” I was loathe to slow her orgasms down but I suddenly really needed to know what had been said, so I slowed us both down.

“He said that if I hadn’t learned my lesson, he was going to punish me even harder…and he said do you understand”

“What did you say to that?” I asked, gradually increasing the pace again.

“Said I understood….and then….he said that he wasn’t going to fuck me…but I had better fuck him like I meant it today…OMG …please…….ARGHHH…OH FUCK….and….OMG YESSS.” Again, I let her enjoy the moment before asking “And?”

“And…. he said….I had to tell him every time I was coming…oh fuck, fuck me baby…if that’s what you want….ok…I SAID YESSS…OMG…I can’t believe I said yes to telling him.”

She wasn't entirely making sense but it was such a turn on listening to her struggle to fully recall - as whatever was actually said, it had the effect of making her come multiple times, that was certain.

I came so hard into her, Anne started spasming over me. Her eyes were actually rolling - if I had never seen this in her before, I swear you’d be ready to call an ambulance thinking she was having a seizure.

As we cuddled, Anne spoke softly in to my ear. “Baby, he told me that you had agreed to let him have me regularly, whenever he wants…is that true?” she asked.

“Yeah…not quite whenever he wants but yeah, I did…but did he mention the for a little while bit, or did he leave that bit out?”

“He left it out”

I could see that Anne was still deep in thought in between us talking.

“Darling, no matter what I agreed to, if anything he ever asked went against what you’ve told me, you know that your rules will always be the most important no matter what, don’t you? I didn’t answer her.

“Please tell me you know that?” I again purposely delayed an immediate answer by a few seconds.

Finally I answered her “I know hun…if it wasn’t that way though, this stuff would never ever happen.”

“I think you should change the rules slightly every time” Anne said, snuggling into me.

“Like how” I asked laughing.

“Like however you want so anything he ever wants is not just ok, no carte blanche, that way, in theory, I can always know I’ve only done what you asked , not just let him have everything whenever…I’d love to tell him I’m not going to suck him that day or whatever, because my husband said no.”

Anne snuggled into me as we snoozed, I was unable to actually sleep.

I thought about what Anne had just said. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was quite brilliant.

Yes today you can get your cock sucked but no arse fucking. On Wednesday, no cock sucking allowed but anal’s fine.

I started laughing and Anne asked why I was laughing? I told her that her idea would be so funny, possibly really annoying to Frank in practice, but it could actually work.

“I know” she said, “I want him to know it’s my husband who makes the rules…and I always follow his rules on the day, not his no matter what I agreed to with him. That way he’ll always know I really do belong only to you.”

We got up to order a takeaway, we hadn’t even remembered food for ourselves or our guest.

I asked Anne to put her babydoll back on and she readily agreed, she didn’t want to change again. Frank was already downstairs watching TV. His eyes lit up when he saw Anne come through the door, once again in the nighty she had on when he started to fuck her earlier.

After the food arrived and we’d eaten, we sat on the couch together. We all laughed about the huge wet patch opposite - much to Annes embarrassment. We’d settled watching a film that was decent enough but not really riveting.

Anne was laying with her head in my lap and her feet in Franks. I was bursting for a piss so I extricated myself telling Frank to swap places and I went to use the upstairs one.

In the spare room upstairs, I changed the tape as I had no idea how long was left and again hit record. I hadn’t had an opportunity to even watch the earlier recording but I wasn’t concerned. This time it was just in case. And perhaps to test the theory.

When I got back downstairs, Annes head was in Franks lap and he was just sliding his hand back into her knickers, producing an “Mmmmm” from Anne.

We all carried on watching the movie even as Frank continued to gently rub my wife’s slit, sometimes reaching up for a nipple to play with. Annes foot or feet rubbed casually against my cock. This time it was Franks turn to use the loo.

While he was gone, Anne grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, telling me to fuck her.

“Nope”

“What do you mean, nope?” she said laughing.

“I know you need fucking, when you’re ready, now, half an hour or an hour, whenever…I want you to take his hand and tell him to fuck you upstairs. His room though. Same rules as before, he’s not getting your arse yet, or the kissing”

“But I’ve never asked someone else to fuck me before, you always tell them to take me up…It’s going to feel weird…especially with him” said Anne.

“I know hun, enjoy the experience then. If he wants to know why, you explain the rules to him, ok?” Anne looked at me and smiled, she told me she loved me, again pulling me into her for a deep kiss.

Frank re-entered the room mid snog, and I invited him to retake his seat. Within a few minutes, we were all exactly in the same positions as before, his fingers gently exploring the inner folds of my wife’s pussy.

For a while, Anne seemed content just enjoying Franks fingers, but was giving off signals that her pussy needed more. She was gradually pushing back with her hips more and more.

She placed her own hand over his and forced his fingers deeper into her pussy, encouraging him to speed up. After a few minutes, she took his hand out of her knickers, stood up, took his other hand and said “You need to fuck me upstairs, right now.”

Franks face was a picture, whatever emotions were displayed on it, shock made up a big percentage of it. Anne led him upstairs and I heard the door close. Damn, you dickhead, I said to myself, I’d forgotten to mention not closing the door.

For the next hour or so I heard Anne come several times. Then there was about 20 mins of quiet before I heard her orgasming really hard again.

I switched everything off and went to our bedroom. It was only 10 minutes later that my wife returned to me. She was only wearing her knickers, and was holding her little nighty in her hand. Her tits looked more than a little red, as did her neck most of her upper body really.

Anne crawled up the bed to me, straddling me as she leaned over and holding my face in both her hands kissed me hard. “I love you so much” she said. “Look”

She kneeled next to me, near my face and lowered her knickers slowly. A pool of Franks sperm sat in the crotch, and as she lowered them further, large globules started to ooze out of her pussy, producing a few long sticky strands stretching out as she removed her panties.

“Wow” I said. “Is that more than one lot?”

“Two…he wanted to come in my mouth but I lied, I told him it had to be in me down there. I wanted you to have a fresh lot” she said giggling.

“Good girl, putting my needs first I see” I said laughing.

“Always. I only put them back on to hold his stuff in me for you" said Anne.

Of course we fucked straight away, I’d been rock hard since before she led Frank upstairs and Anne knew I’d want her as soon as she got back to me.

“So did you still have to tell him every time you came?” I asked afterwards.

“Yeah, its weird, he told me to, I think it makes him feel good”

“Ok…so how many times did you tell him? I said as we both laughed.

“I don’t think I actually told him every time because it’s hard…y’know…”

“I know sweetie”

“He said it was nine though”

“I bet he thinks it’s a record, that you’ve never come that many times before.”

“Well, he looked pretty pleased with himself” said Anne. Again I asked her what had been said and if she had to explain the rules at all? Anne told me that yes, she did because he said he wanted her arse and that he kept repeating she knew she had to be good or else he’d spank her until she understood.

She said even before he said he wanted her arse, she knew because he kept pushing  a finger up there and then two, like he was getting it ready. “Was he gutted?”

“Yeah definitely…but he still tried. I told him that if he tried it again, I was going” she said.

“What position were you in when his fingers were up your arse?” Going red, Anne said “69.”

“So, who fucked who?”

“I fucked him when we first got upstairs…then he fucked me pretty much all the time after that.”

“Did he try to kiss you”

“What do you think....yeah... he even grabbed my face again and tried to force me. That’s when I had to tell him, but only after he sort of did force me, I couldn’t tell him till he let go and it was a bit late then. But he didn’t after that.”

“Do you actually like it when he forces you like that hun?”

“Erm…a bit…sort of. But I didn’t let him kiss me properly, honestly, ‘cos you said not to.”

I decided to leave it at that, but I was definitely going to watch the tape.

The next morning, Anne woke before me and was nudging me with a cup of tea before I actually came around. "Hey sleepyhead, love you, I need the bathroom, see you in a bit"

I took my time sitting up, and took a slurp from the now only lukewarm mug of tea she'd left beside me. Yuk, I thought, and lay back down.

I had almost drifted off again when I heard Anne and Franks voices. Anne came back in wearing just her bathrobe, freshly showered.

"Was that Frank" I asked.

"Yeah, he's in the shower now"

"What was he saying"

"Erm...he said he wanted me to get in with him in the shower" she said laughing, "I told him too late, I've just had one"

I thought for a moment and said "Go and get in"

"Err..what...seriously?"

"Yeah. Seriously. The instructions are, get naked, get in the shower, don't wash him, just give him the blow job he wants, nothing else, swallow every drop and get straight back here, don't even dry yourself."

"GO!" I said pointing to the door.

"Yes sir" said Anne, slipping her bathrobe off her shoulders to the floor, saluting me as she left.

About ten minutes later, Anne came back dripping wet. She saw me laying back, gently wanking my cock. Nothing was said as she slowly lowered her pussy fully onto my cock, holding it there, her eyes closed, her head tilted back as she gently rubbed her clit.

As she came, she leaned forward and said "Mission accomplished sir" before we both started to fuck back at each other.

I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer and I grabbed a handful of her still dripping hair and pulled her head towards mine, all the time my thrusts into her increasing in pace.

I knew she was about to come as well and as I felt my first spurt building up, our mouths and tongues met.

In all honestly I'd momentarily forgotten that Frank had just released millions of sperm into the very mouth I was now kissing. and I almost pushed her away as I could suddenly taste the strangest of tastes on her but I didn't, our mouths remained locked from the first spurt into her pussy, till the last.

"Mmmmm...that...was..sooo...horny.." Anne sighed, resting her head on my shoulder.

"What bit?"

"All of it, but I needed this bit,"