Part 3.

The moment Pete had swept Anne up and carried her out through the door, my heart was racing. My cock was at bursting point, so much so that I felt even if I brushed my hand past it, I would come.

I had glanced at my watch, it was just after midday, 12.05pm.

Tony and I indulged in a little small talk, punctuated by moments of silence -  silence that I actually wanted.

I was trying to listen, hear something. The lounge door was still partially open, it was one of those doors that even if you opened it fully, it gradually closed itself to the position it was in now.

Petes room was close to the top of the stairs but not directly above.

Occasionally, I thought I could hear voices but not anything really audible.

What was happening? Was he in her yet? I half expected Anne to suddenly return downstairs saying she couldn’t do it, coupled with images of Pete returning saying Anne was upset and gone to her room.

My mind was awash with scenarios, I was speculating wildly in my mind.

I thought about the way in which Pete had just scooped her up and carried her away. I hadn’t expected him to take her upstairs quite so fast nor that Anne didn’t get a moment to voice anything at all. I loved it and hated it equally.

After about 15 minutes, I knew that Pete was going to take the full half an hour and that Anne was allowing it. I cannot do justice in words to fully describe my emotions at that point. I questioned my wisdom of having let it happen but knew that overriding those concerns was my now - seemingly out of control - helplessness, of my failure in drawing a line about what was ok, from what I had longed for over years -  to my ruthless single desire to know my wife was being fucked.

Fucked without me being present. Without me knowing which part of her he was devouring.

Up to now, I had essentially choreographed the events. Whilst it was true that by instructing Pete to take her upstairs was also part of that choreography, right now I was not in control.

What was she doing? How was she reacting to whatever was happening upstairs?

Then, at about the 25 minute mark, I heard it. Tony looked over at me, I was aware he could hear it too.

A thud followed by more thuds. A headboard was knocking against a wall. I heard an aaah, aaah, aaah, perfectly aligned a split second after each thud. The aahs got notably louder - not quite screaming loud  - but loud enough to cause the weirdest mixture of discomfort in me and dizzy excitement.

It seemed to go on forever, continually adding to my discomfort and excitement

The aaahs suddenly became accompanied by several loud Uuurgh, Uurghhh’s in a much deeper tone. Pete.

Then, silence.

Within 2 minutes of the silence, Pete came down with a towel wrapped around his waist and just plonked himself on a chair. It was 12.53pm. I found myself slightly annoyed but didn’t want to show it. I knew Pete had helped himself to Annes body for longer than agreed and did a quick calculation that  Pete had been with Anne for over 45mins and that Anne had been fucked solid for at least  20 of those minutes by a large cock.

“ Everything ok?” I asked.

Just one word came out of Petes mouth. “Fantastic.”

“Great” I said,  adding nothing more to the brief conversation and left the room.

As I entered Petes room, I saw Anne, laying on the bed with her legs parted and a huge wet spot beneath her. She was flushed red, still breathing heavily with one arm over her face, covering her eyes.

I said nothing and just picked her up, Pete style, and carried her into our bedroom, laying her down. I noticed she was still breathing harder than normal, recognising she was always like that after really big orgasms.

I remember not uttering one single word and just inserted my dick into her. Anne, also without saying a word just put her arms around my neck in a really loving manner as I started to fuck her.

I didn’t last long. I didn’t want to. I just fucked her for my own release which by now was urgent.

I think she knew that. She didn’t come and I didn’t care that I hadn’t made her come. She just held me tightly as I emptied myself into her pussy.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying a word but exchanging soft gentle kisses.

I rolled off her and she snuggled up close to me, her fingers caressing the hairs on my chest.

After perhaps only 5 or so minutes, incredibly, I felt the slightest stirring beginning in my groin.

Anne was the first to speak, telling me she loved me.

I hugged her and said I wanted to know what happened and asked her to be as detailed as possible.

There was a moments silence before she said “well…he fucked me”.

We both started laughing at the obvious.

“I want to know everything that happened after he carried you out, everything” and placed her hand on my already re-hardening cock. This was by miles the quickest I had ever recovered after having come, which alone would’ve informed Anne that I was super turned on.

My dick was covered by the best lubricant ever made, sperm and pussy juice, mine, Tony’s, Pete’s and Annes, making it so easy for her to very gently start wankng me back to hardness.

Anne, with a little hesitation: “Well…. I didn’t even know what was happening, I didn’t even hear all of whatever you said. One minute I was with Tony, next minute Pete just picked me up and took me upstairs to his room.”

“Did he say anything as he took you up” I asked.

There was another, slightly longer moment of silence before she replied. Strangely,  that silence had the effect of acting as a catalyst on my rapidly hardening cock.

“He didn’t say anything but…”

“Go on” I urged.

“He just started kissing me all the way upstairs”

“Where was he kissing you “ I said, turning slightly towards her and reaching between her legs.

“On my lips…mouth.”

Bingo. I was now pretty rock hard. I started playing with her pussy which of course was soaked from all the sperm deposited in it.

“He put me down, and just carried on kissing me” she said.

“Were you kissing him back?”

“Not at first, not when he was carrying me up, but a bit later when I was on bed  and he didn’t stop… he was feeling me down there while he was kissing me. He was sort of forcing his tongue into my mouth and I just started kissing him back. Are you angry with me for that?”

“ No hun, it’s actually pretty hot” I said, encouraging her to continue. I was absolutely ready to fuck her there and then, but felt I wouldn’t get the full story if I didn’t hear it now, while it was still fresh. I knew I was going to be the one to have ask her very specific things that happened  in order to get as full a picture as possible.and when. I knew she she was having moments of either guilt or fear that she might upset me with the raw, unadulterated truth.

Actually probably both.

I was a bit concerned that I might be starting to grill her like a barrister so tried to ensure  that I stay calm and reassuring in my voice.

She explained - after continuous prompting from me, albeit in the manner I had now only temporarily adjusted to -  finally answering all of my questions, of how after fucking her with his fingers he suddenly moved her onto his face in a 69 position so she was staring down at his cock.

Describing it only as big, she said she didn’t feel it would be easy taking it in her mouth but did, as he was sort of pushing it up at her mouth, jabbing her face. He was  licking her pussy and then suddenly he spread her cheeks and started on her arse with his tongue. She said she was a bit scared that he was going to try to fuck her there.

I asked if she had come by this time and she said yes. She was a bit embarrassed because I’d managed to establish that it was while she was right over his face, his tongue was probing her arsehole and his cock was in her mouth when she came.

He had turned her over after a while so she was flat on her back and she said she knew he was going to fuck her.

“He got between my legs and told me to reach down and put him in. I’ve never done that with anyone but you. He told me to use both hands and to feel him going into me so I did. He told me to keep my hands down there.

That’s when he really started to fuck me. He was really starting to put all his body weight on me and it trapped my arms and hands in that position feeling him  going in and out of me”

“Was he gentle?” I asked.

Again, a definite moment of hesitation before she said “no, not really, but not like really really rough either….well, not at that stage anyway”.

“Ok, but were you ok with it? Did you like it” I asked.

“Her face actually went bright red at this point before she quietly uttered “yes”., saying she really felt as if he was going to do it to her however he wanted it anyway no matter what, and like she wouldn’t have had a choice”.

She said that he’d put both his hands underneath her arse, gripping really tightly and again started feeling her anus. She told me that was when she managed to free her arms and hands but found she could still barely move at all.  He then slowly started to push his finger in there, whilst he was fucking her,  his finger going deeper into her bum as he fucked her.

That’s when she she admitted…”I just couldn’t stop coming, he wasn’t giving me any time and he just kept fucking me for ages…..every stroke was pushing into my cervix.”

I asked where her hands were.at that stage.

She thought for a moment, glancing up at me and said “I’m not sure, I think I had my arms around his back at first, then his neck”, followed by a rather guilty sounding “Sorry, I just remembered that he sort of just lifted himself off me a touch and told me to hold his face to mine”

And? I asked.

“I just did what he told me to do”

“Which was what?”

“To open my mouth…..he just forced his tongue in and wouldn’t stop.”

I asked her about him not being really rough at that stage thing she’d mentioned.

“ That’s when it started getting rougher and rougher right up until he came,

“He really pushed hard into me and I could feel him hitting the back of me even harder. His finger was right up my bum and he was sort of wiggling it about….a lot. When he came his dick was right up, pressed against my cervix and I told you I couldn’t stop coming, it just took me right over. It felt like someone had burst a water ballon down there, inside of me.”

“ Did he say anything else before he started to come?

“No, definitely not, he still had his tongue in my mouth for the first few spurts because I could really feel them. I think he only pulled away from my mouth after he started coming and  then was just sort of moaning out aloud.

“Can you remember how many times you actually felt him coming or spurting?”

“No… but it was loads”

And your arms were still around his neck? Tightly?

“……yes, I think so… but I was coming so hard at the same time that I’m not exactly sure what happened when, sorry”.

I took her at that point, I couldn’t wait, and this time I fucked her for the best part of an hour or so, quite angrily at some points.

Later, I asked if she would’ve let him have her arse and she said no way, too big, even just his finger was hurting her at the end, and besides, we hadn’t discussed it so she would’ve said no anyway. Clever girl. She - intentionally or not -  was trying giving me back my rightful status as her husband.

We lay there hugging, kissing for ages before she fell asleep. It was about 5pm.

I continued to think about all that she had told me. Even the parts I was peeved with, still turned me on.

It was clear that Pete had totally dominated her from the moment he took her out of the lounge but she was happy to let him do so, without even a hint of protest from her, she let him do whatever he chose to do.

She had really enjoyed the whole thing.

I quietly left her there and went downstairs.

Tony was there watching tv, saying he was bloody starving and we ordered a takeaway.

Pete had left to go and see his friends - the reason he was in Manchester in the first place. I didn’t know how much he had told Tony about what he’d done to Anne, but it’s pretty safe to assume he told him at least some of it.

While we waited for the food, I told him that tonight, dead on 10pm, I wanted him to knock on our bedroom door, come in and ask me for some time with Anne. I’m going to say yes I told him and I wanted him to lift Anne out of the bed and just carry her to his room. Make sure you send her back bang on 1pm. I said.

Tony couldn’t stop thanking me, saying he couldn’t wait.

I went up to wake Anne up for food. She said she needed a quick shower first. I told her to put a particular nightdress on which was pretty transparent, with her black knickers that ribbon tied at the sides - to which she said it’s not even 6 yet, isn’t it a bit early, but I insisted.

We enjoyed the food and I said I was going to open the champagne I’d promised back when Tony had first called. It didn’t last too long and I opened the only other one we had left, having plonked it in the freezer for a faster chill.

Champagne tended to go to Annes head far quicker than other alcohol. Tony had rolled the last of the pot into two joints, one of which we smoked. He told us that Pete was going to try to pick some up from his friends so don’t worry about saving it. He lit it and handed it straight to Anne. We continued drinking, had a few shots of Tony’s tequila and Anne was pretty drunk - but not passing out or throwing up stage drunk. It had been a fun night and we’d all laughed a lot.

It was about 9.30pm when I grabbed Annes hand and said we were going up, saying we might be back down, we might not.

Once we were in the bedroom I started my “preparation” of her by going down on her. I hadn’t undressed her nor had I untied her knickers, that was going to be Tony’s pleasure.

I just moved them to the side to allow me access to her pussy. I carried on for just over 20 mins, gradually bringing her to the point that I knew she’d want to be fucked.  I moved up beside her, my hand under her nightdress, alternating between running my finger up and down the full length of her slit, to rubbing her clit.

Bang on time came the knock on the door. Anne froze and quickly straightened her knickers and nightdress.I had purposefully and admittedly, pretty deviously, put Anne in the easiest position for Tony to take her away.

Tony came in and  just said “ I hope you don’t mind me asking, but can I borrow your wife for a while?”. (Sounds a bit corny I know, I’m laughing as I’m writing this bit, but that’s what actually happened)

I looked at him, pausing, as if I was still deciding and said that as he was one of my closest friends, and that Pete had already had some alone time with Anne and he hadn’t, yes he could.

I continued and said as Pete had got well over half an hour with Anne and we don’t even know him well, Tony could have 3 hours.  Anne had honestly gone bright red again.

Tony, as requested, just lifted her off the bed and took her away. I heard the door of his room shut behind them.

Damn, I thought, why didn’t I tell him to leave the door open a bit.

I remember thinking that I was already obsessed with the thought and sight of Anne being carried away since I saw Pete, unexpectedly, do just that. The lift her up and carry her away thing, in my mind so strongly equated to Anne  about to be fucked by someone else, it just turned me on so much it had become embedded in my mind.

Tony’s room was right next to ours and we knew that noise travelled through that wall. Would it give me enough to know what was happening? I was looking forward to finding out.

Weirdly, it was a good hour before I heard anything remotely meaningful. I’d definitely heard Tonys voice giving her some sort of instructions from time to time but I couldn’t tell what they were. I did hear soft moans of pleasure from Annes periodically but nothing serious enough to give me an insight as to what was happening. Then, finally I heard the unmistakable sound of Anne being fucked and she was quite loud. It continued for maybe 30 mins and went a little quieter again for a few minutes before Anne really became quite vociferous. She was definitely coming and coming pretty hard for about  another 10 minutes I thought.

I heard his door open and close and she returned to me. She’d been gone 2 hours 12 minutes.

She was totally naked, again cupping her pussy with one hand, carrying her nightdress and panties in her other. Her hair had become quite dishevelled.

This time she was actually smiling as she got under the covers. “I’ve just had to promise to ask you straight away if he can have the time he didn’t use as a rollover first thing in the morning”.

I started laughing as did she.

Anne had clearly learned fast about what I needed from her after she had been fucked by someone else. This time she told me what had happened pretty much straight away. How he had made her stand in front of the bed while he sat on the edge. He had told her to turn around slowly as he needed to look at her before telling her to slowly remove her nightdress and come closer. She was just in her tie - at - the - sides  black knickers.

He took hold of one side and asked her to take the other, telling her that he was going to pull his side open, and, if she wanted him to fuck her, she should show him by pulling her side…..which she did.

Anne said that it really turned her on straight away, she knew she was already soaking.

He said he’d had a hard on for ages when we were all downstairs and wanted to come right now - so that he could then be able to fuck her as she deserved. He asked her to get on her knees and suck him before laying her on the bed and spending a while kissing her and feeling her everywhere.

I wanted her to clarify “everywhere” but as she was in full flow decided to just listen.

He got on top of her, but in a 69 position and began fucking her mouth while still attending to her pussy. She said she knew he was going to come in her mouth and “I just let him”.

He then changed position and just gave her oral “for ages” and said she did come when he started fingering her at the same time.

When he got hard the second time, he had her first mount him while he sat on the edge of the bed again. She said that was when she started coming a lot. He also had her standing against the wall, legs spread with her palms flat to the wall while he fucked her from behind. He had turned her around and lifted her up, back against the wall and fucked her more.

Then, finally, he fucked her on the bed, which is when he came again. She was face down flat on the bed, he was on top of her and had both hands reaching around underneath her, one squeezing her tits and the other playing with her pussy

She said he’d been whispering a lot, nearly all the way through, quite dirty stuff about what he intended to do to her given the chance……and said he really really wanted her arse before he left.

She said that hearing all that talk from someone else had really done it and led her to have a few big orgasms.

Wow. I thought, impressive Tony mate.

I started to part her legs  in order to fuck but she said “do you mind if you come in me in a 69. I’d never ever refuse you no matter what but I’m starting to get sore.”

I of course duly obliged.

Afterwards, as we were about switch the light off to try to sleep, I asked her who she preferred, who did she have more orgasms with?

She was thoughtful.

Eventually she said “I really like Tony, I feel quite comfortable with him and really enjoyed tonight. I don’t think I could handle Petes size for longer than I did in his room, it actually starts hurting after a while when it it bangs against me, my cervix for too long.

“So ok,” I started, “tell me in a nutshell the best bits from them both and why you enjoyed those bits. Then, I want you to think about it carefully and answer honestly..… it’s not that I’m saying it’ll be definitely happening, if you really really wanted or needed to come hard, which one would you pick to spend a whole night with?

Straight away she said “I wouldn’t, that’d be up to you”.

I said that’s not what I asked you.

She was quiet for quite a while, contemplating, probably wondering if that was really what would be coming next.

When she started her answer she’d already told me what she liked and enjoyed from Tony.

“From Pete, I liked how I felt at the time, he was much more forceful, I remember thinking… or rather knowing that he was just going to go ahead and fuck me however he liked anyway. Which he pretty much did, I sensed it the moment we got to his room, even while he was carrying me up, I knew it. I definitely had longer, more powerful orgasms from him. I suppose that makes the answer…Pete.”

End.

.* Although quite a bit more happened in the remaining day and a half Tony and Pete stayed, I feel it’s perhaps becoming too long by virtue of my almost perfect memory and my need to explain maybe in a bit too much detail - making it a bit drawn out. I wish I had such a memory for other things but I don’t.

It was a stand out moment for me - and Anne -  and replayed through conversations many times by both of us.

I honestly understand that some things I described, and the rapid escalation of Anne from never having experienced another man went to the woman of the events, and in the time period it all happened, may seem ridiculously far fetched or just not possible.

But, it happened exactly as described.

I hope I don’t disappoint some of you by stating that we didn’t go on to be rampant, hardened swingers, nor did we ever repeat events to that degree ever again. Although there were certainly more than a few memorable nights - and days -  it never remotely became an established lifestyle.

Anne was shared over many years with just a few friends occasionally - but they were never regular or frequent events and there were sometimes many years between them.

I had thought, after several years of marriage, that I knew just about everything sexually about Anne.

It took me quite a bit of time to come to terms with the fact that that I hadn’t known everything.

It had taken Pete, (and to a lesser degree even Tony) a relative stranger to really bring out a side of her that I had only mild explored at that point.

The plus was that we used the experience to really open up with each other, it did bring us closer.

**Thanks for all the lovely comments - if you’ve messaged me and I don’t seem to have replied, forgive me, I think I have to upgrade but will definitely do so soon.

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