My sex life at the garage continued until I left. I got married and settled down with a gorgeous girl Ann. I met her at a local nightclub when she was out with her mates. We lived in a new development and we’re doing very nicely for ourselves. Our sexlife was always healthy to say the least. Ann loved being rubbed on her mound. It really turned her on alarmingly - far more than touching her tits and nipples ever did. She used to like showing them off within reason all the same and got many admiring looks. She had a lovely figure and very pretty face. I had never considered doing anything unusual with her at all but must admit that I wasn’t totally faithful. Being on a new development, we made friends with neighbours and she became friends with Margaret - a fit looking woman opposite to us. She was married to Buster who was a seaman and away for weeks at a time. Ann and Margaret started going out each week the same club where I’d first met Ann. I thought nothing of this but when she got home - usually in a happy mildly drunk state, she would talk about Margaret’s behaviour. It appears that Margaret had a bit on the side who she met up with when Buster was away. I asked if she’d met his and she said he often met them at the club and the two of them danced and kissed most of the night. I asked her what she did as she would be a wallflower but it seemed that while he was planning on getting in Margaret’s knickers, his mate kept my wife entertained until they all left together and the two girls were given a lift home by them. While she was telling me all this, I would be fingering her or rubbing her mound before this turned her on and we always ended up fucking. One week she was a little later and apologised saying it was Margaret’s fault because they’d all gone to a local lover’s lane and Margaret and her man had been shagging. I asked her what she and the other guy did when this happened. She told me that they stayed in the car and chatted. I imagined what I would have done in that position and suggested that surely he tried to kiss you. I told her I didn’t mind - it’s only kissing. She eventually admitted that they had and that he had tried to get his hands down her top. At that point, for the first time, I realised that it was turning me on. I pressed her a bit on it and started playing with her tits. I told her that any normal man would try this and asked if he had. She admitted that he’d played with her tits but didn’t elaborate too much. The following week, the same thing happened. Same guys gave them a lift and the same route home. In bed again I asked her if her man had tried again. He had and this time she admitted he’d unzipped the back of her dress and pulled her bra straps down to feel her naked tits. I rubbed them and asked f that was how he’d done it. I kissed her nipples and asked if he’d done that. She was very excited by now and she admitted that he had. Again we fucked and I’m sure she must have notices how hard and excited I was. The weeks went by and each week seemed to reveal new progress. I was now aware that Margaret was getting fucked by her man. My wife had been fingered and had tossed her man off. She denied that he’d ever fucked her. She always was turned on by what I was doing to her and asking about and we always fucked when she got home. One week she was even later and a little quiet. She seemed reluctant to talk and said she was tired which I took to mean she didn’t want sex. I was laid beside her chatting as normal but couldn’t get much out of her other than the same guys had brought them home but this time they’d been to the home of Margaret’s man when these two had gone to bed. Ann said her man had fumbled about a bit as usual but didn’t give details. I was getting nowhere but tried to fuck her. She asked me if I didn’t mind not making love tonight as she didn’t feel like it but said let me rub you and toss you off. She was really keen to do this to me but I kept trying to fuck her without success. The following morning I was up early as usual as she slept. He black dress was abandoned on the bedroom floor where she’d cast it off. I Ickes it up to hang it and noticed silvery splashes on it. There was no mistaking that it was dried cum.