“Do you ever regret anything?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, running my fingers gently through my wife’s hair as she lay across me, her head on my chest.

There was a moment of silence, prompting her to ask again.“Do you ever regret anything?”

“What do you mean by regrets hun, about life in general…or what?”

Another short silence.

“No, not that, I just mean about sex, the stuff we’ve done…or…the stuff I’ve done” said Anne.

This time there was silence from me as I pondered her question.

“No, I don’t think so…why? Do you?”

Anne squeezed me as she nuzzled her head further into my chest.

“I just wonder sometimes, if you wish no one else had ever…erm..you know…been with me?”

“Hey, sweetie, where’s this coming from? No, the answer is no. What we’ve done, we’ve done together. Whatever you’ve done, you’ve done it because I asked you to. You sound like you regret it hun? Do you?”

Anne tilted her head up and I could see her eyes welling up. She kissed me, saying no, she didn’t when I put it like that and she loved me.

Her hand reached down as we kissed and having placed her hand on my cock, she squeezed it gently.

Turning myself slightly towards her, my own fingers slipped into her pussy as we continued to kiss.

Moments later she was riding me.

“Actually…there are one or two regrets hun…” I said.

Anne almost froze and for a few seconds her movements slowed as she looked down at me concerned, but still continued to ride me, but slower now.

“That last time you were at the hotel with Wayne…and the others….I…..well...I sometimes wish I’d let you go up with them….”

Anne looking down at me quizzically now, increased her pace slightly. "Go on" she urged.

“I sometimes imagine how you’d have felt going up in the lift with all three of them if you'd gone…knowing what was going to happen up there…I often wonder what I would’ve felt, waiting for you back here at home…”

Anne’s back arched and she bucked suddenly, her pussy spasming fluid all over me. I thrust upward hard as her orgasm took over her. She collapsed down on me with her mouth  briefly clamped to mine.

I held her tightly against me as I continued to whisper into her ear about what might have happened, what probably would’ve happened that night.

Both of our orgasms were incredibly intense. Afterwards there was an almost embarrassed silence.

The next morning, in fact for the next few days, nothing further was said about the subject, we just continued normally through the days.

It was maybe a couple of weeks later, chilling in our lounge on a Friday night, with our second bottle of wine when I asked Anne if she ever thought about that night?

Anne tensed slightly before saying “Sort of…sometimes.”

Now, for those of you who haven’t read about that night in a previous story/posting I should explain a little, although it would be better if you’d just read it. ( A dangerous game - Anne. Posted 4th May 2023)

I had arranged for Anne to spend the whole night with a guy called Wayne at his hotel about 45 minutes away from our home. It would’ve been the first time ever that Anne would’ve been alone away from home with another man.

There was fear, a little trepidation on both our parts in allowing it to happen - but it was overwhelmingly overridden by lust on my part.

Once she’d arrived there at a bar in the hotel, she was shocked to find that Wayne had two friends with him. He told her that I had arranged it all. Still shocked, but believing it was what I wanted and feeling it was the sort of thing I would actually do, actually arrange, she went with the flow only eventually deciding to double check with me by phone, just before they went up to the room.

The truth was, I hadn’t known anything about Wayne’s two friends at all. I’d driven frantically to the hotel and “rescued” her, ending the night abruptly.

I asked her to mentally take herself back to that night, before she’d spoken to me on the phone, placing herself back in the bar with the three of them.

“Well…I'm not sure it's a good idea to bring that night up again...but remember, I thought it was what you wanted. Honestly, I was stunned. I wasn’t even sure about actually spending a whole night alone with just Wayne…in my head I was sure I'd be calling you to come and get me about midnight or something, but then…two strangers as well…”

I was now gently playing with her, my hand under her skirt, over her knickers, urging her to continue.

“I was scared…but weirdly excited as well…I dunno…it was so strange. I remember thinking no way…but at the same time I didn’t want to disappoint you…I was definitely drunk though..I thought I needed to be just to consider it”

“You remember them all feeling your pussy at some point though, don’t you?” I asked.

Anne shuddered slightly, her knickers becoming increasingly damp rather quickly as she uttered a quiet “yes”.

“So, when you called me, before I said no, you told me that you’d actually already told each of them individually that you were going to let them fuck you, do you remember that?”

My fingers had worked their way under her knickers, they were now soaking.

“He told me to tell them…Wayne told me to tell them…”

“How did you feel saying those words” I asked.

“Naughty, bad… a slut.”

“Were you wet then, at the time?”

Anne’s breathing increased as my fingers, lubricated by her juices, brushed smoothly over her clit, heading towards her first orgasm.

“….yes…”

Anne began frantically unbuckling my pants as I almost tore her knickers off in my attempts to get better access.

She mounted me on the couch as she sank straight down in one movement onto my cock.

I was intent on hearing more from her though.

“Do you ever wish I’d said yes, it was ok to go up with them?”

Anne started fucking me hard, her pussy giving me a clear answer.

But I needed to hear her say it.

“Tell me…do you sometimes wish I’d said yes?”

“AAAGH..URGHHH…YESSSS…YESSS I DO…”

Those words triggered me into releasing myself into her with incredibly forceful spurts, as I found myself telling her “ I should’ve said yes, I wish I’d said yes.

Anne, hearing me say that, came again and again, almost like she couldn’t actually stop coming.

When we’d both finally come down, we both started giggling as Anne tried to run to the toilet, hand cupped over her vagina trying desperately to stop great globules of our combined juices splurging on the carpet.

When she returned, having refilled our glasses, we looked at each other and kissed for ages.

I was still turned on and not ready to drop the conversation just yet.

“So…this your fault” I said to Anne.

“Eh? What do you mean, my fault?

“You started all this the other day asking if I regretted anything. Well…now you know. I regret not saying yes and letting you go up with them.”

I went on “every time I remember what you’d told them, the fact that you'd actually accepted the situation and told them that they could each fuck you, wow, just imagining you saying those words to them it gets me so hot!

Anne giggled, saying “imagine how I’d have been walking in the morning when you picked me up?”

“I’d have loved walking into your room the next morning, when they’d all left and just taking you straight away…just looking at you, just picturing the room with your clothes scattered about, your hair all over the place and then actually reclaiming you after all that…mmmm…yeah, that is a definite regret…I want it babe”

Anne, seeing my cock rising again - in a seriously impressive timeframe - looked me in the eye as she lowered her mouth towards it, saying “you know I’d do anything for you”.

“Even with Wayne again, same circumstances?”

Annes answer was just a gasp and the briefest of nods before she started bobbing her mouth up and down my cock. The power and intensity of our fucking that night was a result of the words that were spoken, as much as the sex accompanying them. It was a joint confession that we hadn’t dare reveal to each other previously, and one that would subsequently prove to be of enormous significance.

It was some 4-5 months later that I told Anne that I wanted us to spend a night or two away and had booked us into hotel. It was midweek, it was entirely unexpected on Annes part and I’d refused to tell her where, just that it wasn’t far away.

I know she clicked 30 or so minutes into the drive, when she saw me veer off the motorway for the turning towards Chester.

She looked over at me frowning slightly, before she said “hang on..are we going where I think we’re going?”

I laughed and said “why can’t you just act the dumb blonde for once and not realise it till we’re there?”

“OMG…are we really going there of all places?

“Looks like it, but you’re here with your husband this time, no one else.”

We got there mid afternoon and after checking in, we went straight for a swim.

As we passed the entrance to the bar - the bar from that night, Anne and I glanced at each other and started laughing.

“Ah memories eh?” Anne playfully punched me on the arm saying “I’d be too embarrassed to ever go back in there, imagine if the staff remember me?”

“Nah, it was ages ago. Anyway, I want you to remember, I want you to get turned on remembering.”

Cue another punch to the arm.

We had a lovely meal that evening accompanied by champagne.

She was wearing a slate grey dress that flared out from the waist down. Although I hadn’t yet seen her underwear, I could tell she had on lingerie with stockings underneath, deduced from the gropes I’d got in during the evening.  Afterwards, I pulled Anne towards that same bar.

Anne kept saying no, “I’m too embarrassed” but I insisted.

It was pretty quiet though and she was thankful that she didn’t think it was the same barman. We got a drink and settled at a table. We were busy laughing at stuff generally when Anne suddenly gripped my leg hard.

Walking towards us was who you readers had already guessed would make an appearance some time ago.

Wayne, dressed casually in a short sleeved shirt and pants came and stood right in front of us.

“Anne, before you scream or slap me, please, I want to apologise to you. I had a long chat with your husband and I’ve apologised to him. I made a massive mistake that I never should have done and I’m hoping that you will forgive me like he has.

Anne looked absolutely stunned, shocked and didn’t know what to say. Her nails were still digging into my leg as he spoke.

Wayne was clearly flustered at her silence and as a result his voice wavered, sounding more than a little unsure of himself.

I decided to help him out and took over his explanation.

By the time I had finished, Annes grip on my leg had eased and she seemed to have calmed a little.

I asked Wayne if he’d like to join us and he said only if I can buy the drinks. While he was at the bar, Anne and I spoke.

I told her yes, I had arranged it, he’d said everything that was necessary for me to forgive him and although I’d like us to have a nice night together, it was entirely her call alone. I reassured her that If she preferred him to leave, I would not be remotely upset, annoyed or disappointed. We could and would still have a great time here without him.

I could sense that she was deep in thought and hadn’t answered by the time Wayne returned with champagne. Just before he got to the table I just said “look, lets have a drink, give yourself a little time to see if you’re ok with it or not and if it’s a no from you, it’d be a no from me as well.”

Wayne sat next to me rather than Anne and the conversation felt a little awkward for the next 10 mins or so.

Gradually, I could sense Anne relaxing and she even started to laugh at some jokes. I felt the timing was good as my bladder was bursting and I excused myself, allowing the two of them a few minutes alone.

I purposely took my time and as I approached our table I could see that Anne looked pretty relaxed.

Wayne said he needed the gents as well and left.

I asked Anne if she was ok, she said she could’ve killed me at first but she was ok-ish with stuff at the moment.

I asked her what they’d been talking about and she said that he told her that he really regretted blowing things with us both, that she was the best sex he’d ever had by a mile and if he ever got a chance again he’d not blow it.

I asked if she’d said anything back and she said “not really, you came back then”.

“Ok, what would you have said if I hadn’t come back just then?”

Anne looked at me and just leaned over and kissed me.

“I’d have said what I’ve always said and always will say…It’s up to my husband.”

My cock twitched as she said it and I pulled her in for a longer kiss.

Wayne came back to the table and Anne rose - it was her turn to go.

“What do you reckon mate?” said Wayne.

“Yeah.”

We were halfway through the second bottle Wayne had ordered and Anne was getting drunk - as was I. She was now sat between us and had allowed Wayne to get increasingly a touchy feely with her. A good sign.

After she next went to the ladies room, she returned, clearly quite tipsy by now, but smiling and discretely pressed some very wet knickers into my hand.

I stifled a laugh and whispered that she needed to give them to Wayne as he was in charge of her tonight.

Anne gave the tiniest, cutest whimper and kissed me before turning towards Wayne and pressing her knickers into his hands. Wayne held them out just under the table and grinned saying he was the happiest man alive.

Wayne ordered a third bottle despite us feeling most of it would get wasted, but he went ahead anyway.

I stood up, telling Anne I’d see her a bit later and for her to just relax and enjoy the night, “I won’t be far hun”.

She started to say something along the lines of “are you sure…?” “But I thought…” when I leaned down and kissed her saying “Sshhh…I’ll see you upstairs later, love you”.

As I entered our room my prick was straining against my pants and I’d found it quite difficult to conceal my erection all the way up.

I glanced at the time, it had just passed 10pm.

I wondered what Annes reaction would be when Waynes’ two friends arrived.

Although she had seemingly accepted that Wayne would once again fuck her with, “the thickest cock I’ve ever had” (a quote of hers from the past), I was totally unsure if she’d actually go with the flow now.

It had taken months of planning, arranging and constant rearranging to get a night when everyone could actually make it.

Well I’d know soon enough. Would my beautiful darling wife allow herself to take three cocks in one night? Four if you included me. Could she?

I sat watching the tv, a music channel. At that stage if I had switched to an adult channel, my cock would’ve just erupted without any help from my hand.

I so wanted to sneak back down and see what was going on but I knew - or at least hoped - that this part of the night, the not knowing bits would fuel my fantasies for months or even years, getting Anne to recall and retell events later.

Time seemed to pass unbelievably slowly.

My erection hadn’t subsided for even a minute and was almost painful now. It was 11.03pm when I heard movement outside the door.

I was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, so I could at once see both the door and the bed. The lighting was dimmed with just one lamp on

Wayne came through first, grinning and winked at me. Behind him was one of the two guys clutching the bottle of champagne. He just smiled, nodded an acknowledgement as I peered behind him to see Anne being carried in by the other guy.

She had her back to me as her legs were wrapped around his waist and was snogging him as he carried her into the room.

Wayne plonked himself on the bed and his friend onto the only other chair available, but I didn’t care.

My eyes were glued to my wife. I honestly don’t think she was even aware I was there at that stage.

The guy carrying her didn’t even make it into the room properly as he pushed Annes back against the small wall space between the bathroom and the bedroom bit. He was fumbling with his pants, still trying to hold Anne up. Somehow he freed his cock and began bunching her dress up. Annes lips hadn’t left his as he shoved his cock straight up into her pussy.

A loud but very muffled “MMMMM….MMMMM…sound was coming from Anne as he started fucking her.

Even as he started fucking her harder, they never stopped snogging.

I sat mesmerised.

I hadn’t really planned on how things would develop once they came upstairs, but I was half expecting me to be the one to have to get things started.

As I absorbed what was unfolding in front of me, the guy grunted a few times and unloaded his sperm into Anne. I could see Anne clearly shaking as well, she was coming hard with him. The moment he finished coming, continuing to snog Anne, he carried her to the bed, placing her on her back before pulling out of her.

Guy number 2, already totally naked, stepped between Annes legs the moment his friend stepped away. I hadn’t even seen him undress.

I got only a brief glimpse of Annes face and she was flushed red, obviously out of it.

He hoisted Annes dress up over her head, followed by her bra. She lay there wearing just her stockings and suspenders as he reached for the champagne bottle and poured a little out over Annes tits, sucking and chewing on them.

I'm not sure Anne even realised this was a different guy.

Annes head was tilted/facing away from me and she definitely hadn’t even seen me yet, but moaned sexily as he devoured her breasts.

He moved up her body and, straddling her, grabbed the back of her head by her hair, lifting her head forward onto his cock.

He face fucked her for about a minute or two before he eased himself off her and stood between her legs, grabbing them both, pulling her closer to him so her arse hung slightly over the edge. He pushed himself into her.

“AAAAHH….aaah.. aaah.. aaah…. said Anne, over and over again as her head thrashed from side to side.

Wayne, who was on the bed on his side watching them, had got up and was undressing himself.

Anne exploded into another orgasm and had a further one when guy2 said he was coming. His face was contorted as he came with what seemed like gallons, deep inside my wife’s pussy.

He lay there on top of her, his body suggesting he was still spurting into her,  Anne cradled his head with her hands. After what seemed an age, they kissed for quite a while with his cock still buried in her.

As he rose, quite unsteadily from between her legs, Wayne pulled her over towards him.

I was aware that Guys 1 and 2 were exiting the room at about that time, neither said anything to me that I can recall though.

Wayne and Anne snogged for a good 5 minutes.

She STILL hadn’t seen me.

Wayne grabbed his thick dick and waved it at her face, reminding her it needed attention. Anne, her eyes shut tried to open her mouth but couldn’t suck on it properly. Her tongue extended as she licked it as best she could.

Wayne swung her around and told her to sit on it.

I felt that it was just as well she didn’t have to look at me at that point as she eased herself down onto Wayne.

The two large loads of sperm freshly deposited in her made the ideal lubricant as she started to ride him. He pulled her down to him and started snogging her, her tits squashed flat across his chest.I could tell she was about to come. And how!

I could hear the gush of her squirts over and over and she was shaking uncontrollably. I think she was still mid orgasm when Wayne flipped her around into a reverse cowgirl, telling her to look at me when he came into her pussy.

She didn’t at first. Not until he asked her again to make sure she looked over at me that she realised I was there

As Wayne tensed up and told her he was coming, Anne opened her eyes for just a few seconds, looked me straight in the eyes before she screamed out that she was coming and bucked wildly as he added his seed to the others. I could see the sperm spilling out all over his cock.

Wayne rolled Anne over, she was underneath him now and he spent a minute or so kissing her and then pulled out. As he dressed he said “I would’ve loved if you let her stay with me tonight but I think she’s had a bit too much to drink”, he grabbed his clothes and left the room with only his boxers on, carrying his shoes.

Anne, her arm covering her face as much as she could didn’t move until she felt me crawl between her legs, opening them up in welcome.

I was way too far gone to do anything other than empty myself into her.

It was the most unique experience of her pussy I’d ever had, but so brief that I couldn’t savour it enough.

We said nothing to each other, I realised that apart from moans of enjoyment, Anne was too drunk to talk to anyone, and hadn't, even to me.

I remember thinking that if there had been another 2-3 people lined up behind me or in front of me, she would've just opened her legs and let them have her., she was that unaware.

We kissed, but Anne was kissing as if on auto-pilot, when she felt lips on her lips she just sort of kissed back, her eyes still shut.

It just wasn’t the moment to discuss anything, sleep was the right ending to that night and she was out within seconds.

The morning came and I awoke first. Definite hangover.

I looked at my darling wife who was out for the count. She had that I’ve-been-fucked-all-night-look.

Even though I wanted to fall back asleep, I didn’t want to waste the day so I dragged myself to the shower, thinking I’d let Anne sleep a little longer. I looked at Annes pussy. It actually looked great. I’d half expected it to be red, puffy, swollen but it looked pretty good. I had no idea if it was tender to the touch though.

Anne was still fast asleep when I finished my shower. I was going to order breakfast to the room but decided to wander down myself, leaving a note for Anne in case she woke up while I wasn’t there.

At the breakfast bar, guy 1 was there, alone. I went and sat with him and we had a pretty good chat. He seemed nice enough. He said that both he and his friend couldn’t believe their luck when they’d first met Anne, even though they were both married. She was by far the prettiest woman they ever had the chance of shagging and they were both gutted it had turned out like it had.

His name was Paul.

Guy 2 I learned, was Josh.

When I arranged it all with Wayne, I’d decided not to ask their names, they were just his friends.

Paul said there was no way they wanted to miss out on a second chance.

I asked if he would tell me what happened when they saw her last night,  asking what her reaction was?  “I quite like getting the detailed version” I told him, which produced a smile from him.

He opened up quite a bit after hearing that. He told me he’d been trying to get his Mrs to be more adventurous for years and he’d love the sort of marriage I had, but his wife wouldn’t take the last step.

He told me that Anne was honestly so shocked when he and his friend arrived and Wayne reminded her that this time her husband really did know and wanted things to happen.

He also told me that although there wasn’t any sexual contact by any of them with Anne in the bar itself, Wayne had lifted up the front of her dress a couple of times to show them what they’d soon have. Anne apparently blushed furiously when Wayne asked her to confirm she knew they were all going to fuck her by saying “yes”. She did though.

He said she was quite drunk and he wasn’t sure she even knew everything that was going on by the time they made a move to the lift, and with hindsight they probably should’ve come up at least 30-40 minutes earlier.

Once in the lift, Paul told me that he had began feeling her pussy from behind, under her dress when he turned her around and took the chance to just start kissing her.

“Once she started to kiss me back, she didn’t stop so I picked her up in the lift, feeling her pussy and arse all the way up. He was pretty sure she actually came in the lift from his fingers. She didn’t have any panties on. I never planned to fuck her against the wall, I actually thought she might pass out ‘cos she was feeling the drink, and I didn’t know if you’d change your mind…. so just went for it while I could.”

I laughed at his honesty and said “look, I’m a guy so I get that, 100%”. I liked him, the more I spoke to him.

We chatted a while longer before I told him I was going up to check on Anne.

I got back up to the room and Anne was still out cold. I lay next to her and also fell asleep. Next thing I knew, it was Anne waking me up.

She jumped into the shower and I ordered her some room service.

By the time she got out of the shower, she was bright and bubbly, no sign of the hangover I had felt, or any complaints about feeling ill that I had expected.

That was strange, she had certainly drunk more than me yet seemed to have recovered better. Maybe it was the extra few hours of sleep.

Once she had eaten and was sipping her coffee, I said “Sooo…..wanna talk about it?”

Anne couldn’t remember much of the night before - well, not at first.

Not until I told her.

She started to get upset when I told her about being carried into the room, her legs astride Paul and looked mortified when I told her he fucked her right there, pointing to the very spot.

It got worse when I told her about Josh AND Wayne as well.

"Wait...did they all fuck me? Really?" She said she knew stuff had happened but didn’t really remember what and when etc.

I told her that a big part of this for me was for her to actually be aware of what had happened, I wanted her to remember stuff in a good way, especially her orgasms and there wasn’t much point in it all if she couldn’t even remember enough to know whether she liked it or not.

Later, she would tell me that she sort of remembered seeing me when Wayne was fucking her but she didn’t realise I was there when Paul and Josh had her, repeatedly asking if they'd really both fucked her.

I reassured that all was good, everything she did was because I wanted her to, and that I loved her always.

That talk helped a lot I felt.

We had a swim and then went out shopping in Chester. We ate out at a little Italian and got back to the hotel at about 7pm. There was a note pushed under our door from Wayne, telling us his wife had arrived without warning and to please not contact him - he’d call us when the coast was clear. We had more than a little laugh about that, and about how lucky he was it hadn’t been the day before.

We had a few glasses of wine in our room.

I was still very charged by the nights events, sexually, but Anne had given me a great BJ to relieve me earlier. Afterwards, as we had decided we weren’t leaving our room that night, she went for another shower and changed into a very sheer, thigh length, very see-through baby pink nightdress, with just a delicate, tiny pair of panties visible underneath.

I was again immediately grateful that Anne was my wife. She’d pinned her hair up and smelled gorgeous. After all these years of marriage she could still take my breath away.

I decided to tell her about my breakfast with Paul and that he was still here - with Josh. Not only were they still there, their rooms were all close by,  literally a few doors away.

I asked Anne if I could invite them over for a drink and she appeared unsure, eventually saying that it was up to me.

Of course she knew full well I wanted to see her fucked again.

“Well…either we invite them here…or…” I said, not quite finishing my sentence.

“Or what?” she asked.

“Or you go to them”.

Anne, suddenly going red, “but we barely know them…I mean…”

“I know what you mean, but each of them has fucked you…”

Anne, beetroot red at hearing that said “Yes, so you keep telling me, thanks for the reminder”.

We looked at each other and started laughing.

I knew the decision would be mine before I’d even asked the question.

It was 8.15pm when I asked Anne to dial Pauls room and ask if he wanted to come and have a glass of wine with us, followed immediately by her dialling Josh as well.

Annes hand was shaking as she dialled, but she did and he said he’d love to. He knocked on at 8.18pm.

Of course I got Anne to answer the door.

“Should I put a gown on first?”

“Nah, you look so perfect hun, go on, as you are”

“Wow, you look stunning Anne” he said as he greeted her with a hug.

Anne poured him a drink. I watched his face as he tried hard not to stare at her. Or at least not make it obvious.

She looked quite stunning, her breasts visible with only the thinnest of cover. The tiny panties she wore barely concealed her vagina and her perfume occasionally filled our nostrils as she would pass.

I think Anne felt quite self conscious at first but relaxed as time went by.

Paul was clearly mesmerised by Anne, his erection obvious.

Her growing comfort was jolted into unease again as Josh knocked on.

Again Anne answered the door. Josh just gave a long soft whistle and having stepped into the room, placed both hands on Annes face and kissed her quite sensually.

Anne, blushing, clearly hadn’t expected that sort of greeting from him at the door but invited him in and poured him a drink.

I got up off my chair and sat with Anne on the bed. We all carried on chatting but there was clearly a sexual tension in the air.

I was laying with my back against the headboard and Anne was leaning back against me. I was kissing the back and side of her neck.

I looked over at the two who were watching intently as I slowly slipped off the ribbons holding Annes nighty in place, exposing her breasts. I felt Anne tremble briefly as her nipples came into view. She sighed softly as I rubbed both nipples causing them to harden.

Easing myself away from behind her, I stood up and whilst facing her said “I’m going down for a beer or two but I’ll be back in a while, enjoy yourselves, there’s no rush tonight”.

I wanted to see Annes face, her expression and reaction when I said it.

It was everything I hoped it would be. Shock, fear, vulnerability and excitement. Resignation of her soon to be fate. Even a hint of anger thrown in. All in one. I can’t quite describe it but it was a look only a husband knows of his wife.

I wanted a picture of her face in that moment. It was perfect, everything I'd wanted it to be.

As I sank a beer in the bar downstairs, I thought about the guidelines I’d given Paul, unknown to Anne.

I’d told him to be assertive with her, fuck her hard if he wanted to, and that although she’d probably say that they couldn’t have her arse…they could. That was a moment to be assertive and tell her. He had lube with him.

I just didn’t want them to hurt her back there, so if she said it was hurting or gave out any sort of sign that it really was a no from her, they were to absolutely accept that. I went back up about 50 minutes later and could hear the sounds of Anne orgasming before I even got the door open.

What a sight it was too.

Anne was on her side with her right leg being held up while being fucked from behind, and was being face fucked at the same time.

Josh, who had his cock stuffed into Annes mouth, looked over at me as I stood there.

I smiled and gave him the thumbs up as he grinned back at me, replying with his own thumbs up.

Paul saw I was there and pounded Anne even harder. She was having a hard time keeping the cock in her mouth, in her mouth.

Paul manoeuvred her over on top of him, cock still in her pussy, with Annes back against his chest, he spread her legs out with his hands under her knees. Josh clambered over them and as Anne looked over at me she suddenly realised what was about to happen and said “wait…it’s not gonna….aaahhhh… noooo….OOOOHHH….OH FUCKKKK….ooh baby…they’re both in me…OMG….they’re…..both…….in…….AAAAHHH..”

It was a scene that would engrain into my memory forever. Two cocks in my daring wife’s pussy at the same time. She was staring down down between her legs and let out a guttural wail as she squirted over and over again. They fucked her for 3-4 minutes like this.

Josh finally climbed off her and straddled her face telling her that he wanted to come in her mouth. Anne, with one hand balancing herself by gripping Pauls arm, started wanking his cock with the other, doing her best to keep the head of it in her mouth. He shouted for her to let go as he thrust forward several times almost brutally, his buttocks clenching over and over as he shot his load into Annes mouth, gripping her head by her hair so tightly on both sides, she was totally unable to move away as he came, gagging several times, unable to swallow easily, only in huge gulps.

I was so mesmerised watching him come using so much force that I barely remembered the cock still in her pussy, only becoming aware from the sudden grunts from Paul and the jerky spasms of Annes body reacting to feeling him come inside her.

Josh had come and sat in one of the chairs and was wiping his dick with tissues.  As Paul extricated himself from underneath Anne and headed to the bathroom, she leaned back against the headboard, eyes shut, clearly needing a moment.

I asked if she was ok and, still with her eyes shut, her breathing still laboured she only nodded. I waited a few moments before asking again. Breaking out into a smile, she finally opened her eyes and replied saying “Oh yes hun…I’ve never felt better. She got up off the bed and approached Josh, took his face in her hands and snogged him for a full minute, saying “thank you, that was just…wow”.

As her lips finally left his, she turned to Paul coming out of the bathroom and repeated the same words to him, engaging in a long snog while his hands squeezed and groped her arse. She only finally broke off, giggling, telling him that his come was rolling down both her legs and she needed the bathroom.

I spoke out, "Hang on, Paul, show her what you were both doing when you carried her in last night, where her legs were, where your hands were - just show her please."

Paul instantly lifted Anne up, legs circling his hips and his hand playing with her pussy as he assumed last nights position with Anne squashed up against the wall, snog included and with exaggerated thrusting movements included.

Anne squealed, giggling but embarrassed, protesting we were all lying, saying she needed the bathroom as we all burst out laughing.

While she was in there, they started to tell me how amazing she was. They’d never seen anyone gush like her, have as many huge orgasms as her, that she looked so gorgeous and her pussy had the best taste ever...and so on.

But of course I already knew that.