For the past couple of days, a close friend Tony and his friend Pete had stayed over.

My wife Anne, who - until they arrived - had never even seen or held another cock other than mine, had been fucked by both of them.

I had let it happen….well, I had made it happen.

I’d just spent the last 30 minutes preparing Anne on our bed, licking, kissing, feeling her…but not for me.

Unknown to Anne, I’d arranged for Tony to knock on our bedroom door at exactly 10pm and ask if he could “borrow” her.

I’d given him permission for 3 hours. He had simply swept her up and carried her into his room.

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 and continued telling me what Tony had done to her.

Later, I had proceeded to ask her who she thought she’d have more orgasms with, if they had her for the whole night, who she would prefer, Tony or Pete?

I always felt ultimately she would say Pete as her answer. However, when she said she wouldn’t be able to cope with Petes size for more than the time he had with her previously, I suddenly thought it might be Tony.

We spoke for a while about some of what had happened and how we felt. I said that we should make sure we talk about things together really openly and in an honest way once they had left  - unless she felt we needed to really talk about it now.

Anne agreed on once they’d left. I said that I felt I had maybe gone to far in my demands of her and didn’t want her to start resenting me, but I was just feeling so permanently aroused since the first episode downstairs. I added that I’d like rest of the weekend to just continue with the flow, but only if she didn’t feel bad or really regretted anything, either about what she had done, or what I had asked her to do and let happen.

She did confess that she’d also been waking up with both a mixture of guilt and being really horny almost constantly since that first time. Her biggest concerns were me hating her later or her hating herself so much so that it ended up jeopardising our marriage.

As Anne slept, I lay awake, still replaying every answer she had given to my zillion questions.

She had told me quite freely about what happened with Tony, from the pull the tie of your knickers if you want me to fuck you (I fucking loved that), the 69, letting him come down her throat, how many positions he had fucked her in, and even the light hearted (but serious) remark about Tony asking for his remaining time with her in the morning, it was all said without any shyness and she seemed happy.

Given the way I had to really coax most of the detail I craved after Pete had fucked her, I honestly expected the same again was going to be needed. Maybe all my questioning that first time had made her realise just how much of the extreme detail I needed, as the difference was a remarkable improvement.

But she had happily admitted to enjoying it this time with Tony, and I felt she secretly wanted me to grant the remaining time wish to him - but would never be the one to ask.

Yet ultimately, her answer to me for the whole night question was Pete.

Considering it had been her very first time alone in bed with anyone but me, that he had been quite forceful right from the outset, he had become increasingly rough, and in a short time had progressed to being really rough and hurting her, she had still clearly enjoyed it. She must’ve known that a whole night with Pete might result who knows what, but still chose him.

I remembered that they would be gone soon, in a day and a half. I knew that this may be the last chance of fulfilling some fantasies I never really believed would ever materialise, and that Anne may never be willing to go along with them ever again.

Should I send her to one of their rooms on their last night tomorrow and tell her that she’d be sleeping in that room all night?

Or even encourage (tell) her to allow both of them to fuck her together? With me present? Or her alone with them?

Should I just go for it and allow all of us to fuck her together?

Of course I already knew the answer to my question was going to be one of the above, but I genuinely didn’t know which it would be. I wanted every single scenario to happen but knew it wasn’t possible with the time constraints .

Nor whether after our talk, Anne would be the one of us who actually came to their senses first, to call a halt to everything.

Tony I could trust, I reasoned. I know he'd said he wanted Annes arse directly to her, but he was similar in size to me and I felt he’d definitely take his time were it to happen, making sure she was ready for him. He’d been creative with her, he’d certainly keep her occupied through the night and importantly, Anne said she felt at ease with him and had returned to me in a happy mood. I liked a happy mood Anne.

Pete on the other hand, I knew I couldn’t trust at all, especially alone with Anne all night. I hadn’t forgotten his promise that he’d be gentle with her and then doing the polar opposite, fucking her the way he wanted to with no apparent concern that he might hurting her.

Yet Anne would still prefer it to be him for the whole night. Her choice was clearly being fuelled by an acceptance he was undoubtably going to be really rough with her and likely even hurt her to some degree as a result, but her excitement at the thought of it - and now having experienced it - was ultimately overriding any of her concerns.

Her words echoed over and over in my mind, “I knew right from the outset that he was going to do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what”, and…. she had let him.

In the morning I was woken by Annes movement getting out of bed. I was still tired.

Seeing that I too had at least opened my eyes, she leaned over and kissed me good morning, she was smiling and seemed quite cheerful. “I’m going to grab a shower hun, rest a while, I’ll bring you up a brew afterwards” she said.

I lay there for a bit and then sat up as I heard the shower being turned off.  About 10-15 minutes later, Anne came in with our drinks, placing mine on the bedside cabinet and walked around the bed to place hers on her side.

She froze as she saw that on the coaster she would normally place her coffee on, was the KY.

“That’s just in case Tony still wants to. Go on, tell him he doesn’t need to rush, because we can cope with a bit of a late breakfast.”

It was perhaps about 90 minutes later that Anne came back into our room and seemed really vibrant, happy and cheerful.

She went to grab her cup of cold coffee saying “do you want a fresh one?” to me.

“Yeah babe, thanks.” I replied

“I think I should be thanking you darling, you’ve been so good with me, I can’t believe that I…” she started to say.

I cut her off saying “ right now, just tell me if the KY was used… but not the details. I definitely need them but I want you to save them for another day, once they’ve gone. Ok?”

“Oh, ok,” she said with a slightly quizzical expression on her face…. before saying “yes, it was used.”

“Was it good?”

“Yes, really good” she said, without hesitation.

“Show me where it was used.”

“You already know where” she said.

“Show me”.

This time there was a little hesitation and she went cherry red. Still shy sometimes I thought. She came over to me dropped her gown and turned facing away from me.

“That’s where “ she said pointing at her bum.

I told her to “bend over, I want to see”.

Her anus was glistening red, sticky and definitely gaping enough to fit a penny into it almost without touching the sides and I could see that he must’ve come in there.

Fuck, it looked gloriously used.

“Mmmm, it looks beautiful hun, now where’s that fresh one?” I said smiling at her as she put her gown back on.

She was grinning as she left the room.

We had breakfast together, the three of us, Tony looking like the cat that copped the cream, happy, full of good natured banter and Anne had a spring in her step.

Pete had stayed over at his mates but would be back late afternoon for dinner.

Anne went off for another shower after having asked me if it was ok for her to have one. The very fact that she had asked me, demonstrated to me that she was obviously mindful that I may want to reclaim her before any clean up. That was good I thought to myself, she is at least still thinking about her husbands needs, but I told her to go ahead.

The day was fairly uneventful but good. I’d been pretty touchy feely with Anne all day, and when Tony started to behave in the same manner with her, Anne had allowed it - but only after gauging my reaction to him doing that, waiting for me to tell her it was “allowed”, it was ok. It seemed to add to Annes good mood all day.

I had several periods throughout the day to further evaluate events.

Anne, on the surface did absolutely nothing to suggest to anyone that she would be “available” to them without my express instructions or approval, which of course was perfect for me.

I began to remember the times when we’d read stories about wife sharing, cuckolding, hot wifing, stags, vixens and so on and I’d tried explaining the differences to her without ever knowing how much or little she’d actually understood or absorbed. They were never intense conversations or anything. But I do remember her asking which one I was and which one I fantasised about her being?

I smiled to myself, recalling me telling her that they all had slight differences or variations - but that those variations could make all the difference positively or negatively for the man, or indeed the woman. A guy could enjoy watching his wife being fucked by another guy but not ever want the humiliation a cuckold would sometimes crave and yet....…the explanations started getting really long and Anne and I both ended up laughing after about 5 minutes with her saying she wished she’d never asked.

That afternoon I wondered if Anne had already worked it out and was knowingly just behaving in the perfect way for me….but also for her, without her desires being the ones taking prominence or ever appearing to be the reason for her obedience, with just the right amount of reluctance, never undermining me in any discernible way, never once intimating that it was something she also wanted.

She was far from a stupid woman and seemingly knew full well what her husband would or would not accept.

Were we just both playing our parts perfectly in order to get what we both actually wanted?

She had gone with things albeit reluctantly enough originally, and, having obviously enjoyed how things had turned out, continued to meekly do her duty apparently only to please her husband, never openly willingly, never over eager, nor ever appearing as an initiator of anything.

Was it actually me who was the master manipulator after all, or...…..hmmm….?

Once again, as was now becoming a common practice for me, I was speculating again and where do you stop once you start down that path?

Whatever it was, I couldn’t be sure. She could just as likely say “Enough!” at any moment.

Anne started preparing food about 5pm and Pete duly arrived half an hour later.

Anne had really excelled with the table she set and insisted on serving each of us. She was really smartly dressed considering we were just in the house, with a little light make up, wearing a slightly above knee length skirt, almost like a rah- rah skirt that swished and swirled slightly with her every movement. She had a tight, vest like top with thin straps allowing her nipples to poke at the fabric.

Her legs looked fantastic in it as she sashayed around the room.

Pete had taken every opportunity to stare at her when he thought I wasn’t looking, Tony did it quite openly even when he knew I was, but it was fine. Dinner went really well.

Retiring to the lounge, we sat listening to music, chatting away, everyone was at ease, including Pete, helped possibly by the fact I hadn’t given him a hard time about anything.

It wasn’t till about 8 ish that Pete jumped up saying, “Oh shit, I forgot, I got you guys some booze and stuff. We’ve been drinking on you since we got here, I might need a hand though” and went off to the car. I’m sure he wanted it to be Anne, but she remained seated next to me while Tony got up.

They returned armed with fresh supplies and Pete presented Anne with a really huge bouquet of gorgeous flowers. Anne was clearly impressed and got up to give him a hug, thanking him. She went off to find a couple of vases to get them in water.

In the meantime, out came another packet of weed from Petes pocket and Tony served everyone drinks. Hmmm, I thought, there’s a lot of effort going into this evening.

By 11,30pm we were all drunk. It had genuinely been a great night.

Anne had flashed her knickers several times in a “oh, I didn’t realise” manner during the entire evening by the way she sat, or where she sat, after she returned with refills for all.

She’d insisted on being the good hostess and I could see that she’d been in a slightly more than mildly flirty mood all evening, without leaving anyone out.

I grabbed Annes hand and said I’m fucked, I need my bed, c’mon hun.

Anne said her goodnights and came up with me. Anne was drunk but really happy. I asked her to go and put on some white lingerie, the complete works. She gathered her things and went off to the bathroom to change.

When she returned, she looked absolutely gorgeous, stunning. Her perfume smelled divine.

She had her hair up, a beautiful white lacy bra and skimpy white knickers tie sides (again) by thin pink ribbon, stockings, suspender belt, everything. She knew I loved that outfit, removing her knickers still allowed her suspender belt and stockings to stay on which she knew I loved.

I whistled softly, and said “damn girl, I should’ve had you dressed like that serving dinner”. She started laughing and said “too late”.

Yeah, it is I told her. But would she please go down and bring me up a joint?

‘Erm… ok”, she said reaching for her gown, before I told her, “no gown”.

We never smoked in the bedroom, but off she went with just enough embarrassment and hesitancy to ensure I felt I was still in charge.

She didn’t come back for just over 15 minutes. I asked what took so long?

She said that there wasn’t one rolled and Pete just took ages to roll one.

“I bet he did” I said and Anne laughed, saying “I know”.

She said they couldn’t take their eyes off her the whole time and asked for a twirl 3 times!

“Did you oblige?”

“Well yeah, he was rolling a joint for us”.

She carried on as I lit the joint and passed it to her, saying wow that’s strong. She said they kept begging her to stay and have one with them but I told them no, my husbands waiting for one and Tony piped up that he’d love one from me too, laughing. I asked her how she felt in those minutes downstairs.

“Sexy” she said, “really turned on because of the way I was dressed in front of them both. I knew they both wanted me”.

I asked her if she felt more turned on because she was alone, without me there?

“Yes and no” she said softly. “I’d never want anyone more than I want you….but it just felt different, so naughty being dressed like this, like I was teasing them.”

I laughed and said I think she knew by now that I loved the new naughty side of her, as long as nothing was ever done behind my back.

We’d smoked about two thirds of the joint when I heard Tonys bedroom door open, followed by Petes.

I’d been right on the verge of sending her back downstairs to share one with them, as they’d requested. I hadn’t expected them to be up so soon.

My heart was thumping as I pondered my next move. Decision time.

“Hun”…I began, attaching the nozzle of the KY… “let me put some of this up there”. She laughed and said “ Ahah, at last, reclaim time,” then simply assumed the position whilst I moved her knickers to the side from behind and squeezed a generous amount into her bum.

“OMG, a shaven raven” I said, admiring the view.

“Do you like it? I wanted to make it pretty for the reclaim” she said, giggling as she gave a wiggle.

“Love it” I replied, licking it several times to test the smoothness. “A perfectly shaved pussy and yes, it’s the prettiest pussy ever” I told her.

“You’re sleeping in Petes room tonight, all night.”

She had a stunned look on her face and seemed to be trying to digest not just what I had said, so out of the blue, but also the fact I had just squeezed KY up her arse before I said it.

There was quite a long silence before she said “are you sure?”

I replied “well, wasn’t that your preference if you were given the choice for the whole night?”

She looked decidedly embarrassed before she eventually said a barely audible “yes”.

“Before you go, there are two rules.  Number one, don’t stay in there if he starts going overboard, come back to me straight away if anything really starts to hurt you or something you don’t want. I want you to go to him now, and say these exact words, “Is it ok if I sleep in here tonight, the whole night”.

“What was the second rule?” Anne asked, still looking shocked

“The door stays open a couple of feet all night.”

“I want to listen to you saying it so I’ll watch from our door. Now go” I said.

Anne walked the few paces to Petes room, the door was slightly ajar anyway and his light was still on. She looked around at me to get my final nod of approval and then turned, knocked gently before straightening her posture and stepping into his room. She repeated the words perfectly.

I didn’t really hear a reply from Pete and assumed he must have nodded a yes or something because she then went further into the room, in the direction of his bed.

I went back to our own bed but left the door open. No more than 3-4 minutes had passed before I heard the first moans of delight coming from Anne becoming quite loud really quickly.

Anne “aaah’s’ were back, but without the headboard thuds. This was enough to send me back to standing in our doorway again to listen.

Annes noises were loud but muffled when I suddenly heard her gag a couple of times and I knew Petes cock was assaulting my wifes mouth. This went on for ages and I left the doorway, telling myself that I could hear most stuff from our room anyway, and as I really was tired, how long could I really stand there?  I played with my dick briefly but had to abandon that as I knew I’d come all too quickly.

I think either Anne or Pete had moved the bed slightly because I could hear Anne was obviously being fucked, saying all the stuff she would say, making all the noises she’d make during a hard fucking, there were no thuds. Except this time she was almost screaming them for about a full 15 minutes before the same noises became very muffled and stifled  - I speculated that he had his hand over her mouth, something that was later confirmed.

Then a roar from Pete accompanied by Annes still stifled cries.

It’d been quiet for ages. They must’ve fallen asleep I thought and went to our door to check. The door was as Anne had left it but the light was now off.

I glanced at the clock as I got back under the covers, 1.15 am. I think I was out within minutes.

I was woken later by the sound of someone leaving our room. I looked round groggily and tried to wake up. It was 2.30am. I needed water and made my way downstairs. The light was on again in Petes room and I could hear gentle moans from Anne. I was momentarily rooted to the spot. My thirst moved me on though, and on my way back up I heard Anne saying no to something. But then, a minute or so later I heard the slurps of her mouth along with yeah baby, that’s the way, oh yeah from Pete. I went and got into bed and was almost asleep again when I heard an “owwww” from Anne, “no, no, noooo, it’s hurting” before eventually being replaced by several ‘aah aah aaaaah’s  and OMG’s OMG’s I’m coming, and loads of yesss’s.

It continued for about 10 minutes, I’d heard Anne come repeatedly, multiple times before I heard Pete’s grunts and Anne launching into orgasm .

Then quiet. My dick was as hard - if not harder - than I’d ever known. My lower groin was aching  but I didn’t want to wank. I wanted to reclaim like never before.

I hadn’t been able to sleep since hearing Annes final, huge orgasm - judged by a cry I’d never heard before emanating from Annes mouth, eliciting both pangs of jealousy and a desperate curiosity in me.

I fell asleep at some point though and it was 8.45am before I woke. Anne was still not back.

I decided to go and take a shower. Glancing over at Pete’s door, although still open I saw the light was off and couldn’t hear a sound.

I must’ve been in the bathroom for quite a while as I needed to shave as well as shower.

I walked naked, back to our room, noticing that Petes door was now shut.

I found Anne in our bed, hair now down, still in some of her lingerie but minus her knickers and bra. Her pussy looked visibly puffy, almost swollen.

She was smiling so sweetly and held both her arms out lovingly to me, just saying one word…please.

I smiled and walked over to her embrace and we engaged in a long, sensuous kiss.

“Please take back what’s yours darling” she whispered in my ear, “I need you to, right now”.

I was about to trail my kisses down her body when I suddenly saw them. Love bites that had been covered by her hair.

Sensing the sudden change in me, she asked what was wrong, “are you angry with me?”

I quickly smiled back at her but knew she’d probably seen the brief, sudden change of expression on my face and the likely change in tension of my body.

“Hun, you know how I feel about visible love bites, your neck’s covered with them.”

Anne jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror, looking almost tearful. As soon as she saw them she started apologising over and over, saying she’d never have allowed them had she’d known, she hadn’t realised, etc etc.

It was a long standing thing between us that although we had given them to each other in earlier years, we both really disliked them being visible. Any non visible area was fine between us.

I led her back to the bed, pulling her on it, on top of me, kissing her.

“I’m so, so sorry darling she said, please forgive me”.

“Ok”, I said, “I love you so much that I’d always forgive you, but there’s a price to pay”.

“What do you mean?” she said sitting up, on her knees, legs astride me.

“I’ve been waiting all night, all day yesterday to reclaim you and you know I was just about to…”

She cut me off by  taking my dick in her hand and massaging it, saying “oh darling, I’m so sorry, please let me tell you what must’ve happened…”

I stopped her this time, by placing my finger across her lips saying “sshhh”

“You’re going to Tony now. Don’t bother knocking on the door, go and get straight into bed with him and don’t come back here till he’s satisfied or it’s time for him to leave. Oh…and tie your hair up first. I want him to see your neck. Then I’ll reclaim you, not before”.

She looked at me in a perplexed, pleading sort of way, her facial expression totally different to any other time I’d given her instructions, but said nothing. She just stared at me.

It was the only moment over the entire weekend I could see that she would’ve preferred not  to go I thought. Which in turn made me more determined she should.

As she stood in front of the mirror in our room, still dressed as she was when she left Petes room minutes earlier, suspender belt and stockings only, pinning up her hair, I embraced her from behind, kissing her neck, licking over her bites while my hands wandered all over her front.

She sighed and leaned her head back into me, just allowing me to continue feeling her. I was rolling a nipple between my thumb and middle finger, my other hand between her legs cupping her still swollen pussy, I slipped a finger into her, to feel her wetness.

I whispered into her ear that her punishment didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it with Tony. I wanted her to let herself go. She just wasn’t allowed to say no to whatever he wanted, even if he added more bites”. That was her punishment. She whimpered as I said it.

While she was gone, I thought about why I had suddenly made her go this last time?

I hadn’t planned on her enacting this last time with Tony, I truthfully was really was looking forward to my “reclaim” but found I was initially so annoyed and I felt it was her fault and she had somehow let me down. I needed to somehow punish her for having dared to allow not just one or two, but three love bites. I was aware that apart from my genuine initial anger,  much of the following annoyance was somewhat feigned. I was so close to ruining the entire weekend and it could easily still develop into something far worse if she’d decided my “punishment” was a bridge too far. It was a gamble.

For days, I’d allowed two other men to repeatedly use her intimately in every orifice, coming in her multiple times, but love bites had made me so angry?

Something hadn’t gone according to my perfect plan, ha-ha, and I was mad about it?? I knew I was experiencing emotions I’d never really felt before, and that I was handling them in the most ridiculous OTT manner. I remember wondering if all men were like that, or was it just me?

I’d used the excuse of her having crossed some heinous line in the sand I’d drawn up, in an attempt to elicit guilt from her and me to get what I really wanted. Which was having her body enjoyed by another, yet again.

Anne was far from a stupid woman though, I knew. Anne always knew. Even if not right then. Most mens wives know.

I’m incredibly fortunate that it didn’t entirely rebound on me. Anne did have a very different sexual experience that last time with Tony, that perhaps - once I heard about it -  made me more jealous yet more turned on than even Pete’s aggressive dominance of my wife.

Anyway, her return eventually came - with a heavily sperm laden pussy - just over 3 and a half hours later, right before they were due to leave.

I was the perfect loving husband (I hoped), from the moment she got back. I needed to be.

Come was visibly running down both legs. Anne looked utterly spent, totally exhausted.

Tony, knowing she had spent the night with Pete, on seeing the bites, decided to add four more. He maybe thought it was a requirement, or a competition.

One, really pronounced on the other side of her neck, one on her left tit, and one on the inside of each thigh, close to her pussy. For the next couple of weeks they served as a constant reminder to us both of what had happened that weekend and repeatedly hardened my dick seeing them.

Both of our sex drives went through the roof for several weeks afterwards.

Much later, in instalments over time, and the zillion questions from me again that often revealed hidden or forgotten moments she hadn’t previously mentioned, she would tell me:

Pete had come inside her three times.

When she was on her back, in his bed just after she first went to him, he was running his fingers over her knickers when he realised she’d shaven her pussy smooth. He looked her right in the eyes, placed his fingers just into the waist of them and ripped them right off. She said she almost came just from that.

He went down on her straight away.

He had her take her bra off, and looped it over the bar that ran the length of the headboard telling her to hold onto each end of her bra and not to let go.

With her hands restrained - albeit by herself - above her head, he fucked and fucked and fucked her, almost brutally she said, sometimes with his hand around her throat.

He also had put her in a reverse cowgirl, initially to try to fuck her arse but after she said it was too big, too painful, he made her put him in her pussy and then he lay back taking her with him so she was lay on top of him. He’d started fucking her really hard while playing with her clit and put his other hand over her mouth, not letting her breathe and not relenting either, until he came. He let her up eventually…. but not before he tried to fuck her bum again.

She was the noise I’d heard leaving the room. She had come for the KY, because Pete was adamant that he wanted to fuck her arse, saying as she was his for the night so it was up to him what happened. She was scared he was going to force it in regardless of her protestations….. but she admitted to wanting to please him and said he could try.

After a lot pain and pleading from her that she wasn’t ready, even though he’d managed to get two fingers in, she had helped him by way of using her mouth and the KY for lubing up his cock. He finally succeeded and got it in. It had hurt like mad but even with the pain, as he fucked her arse whilst she was on all fours, she started to gush over and over, uncontrollably. This was where he came the second time, deep in her arse.

He stayed in her arse for ages afterwards, gripping her in a spooning position really tightly as they were going to sleep. Still in her arse.

She told me that she woke up when she heard me go to the shower and was trying to get out of Petes bed to come back to me without waking him. Still in the spooning position  he’d slipped out of her at some point during the night, she’d gently lifted his arm out the way. She was almost at the door when he said where do you think you’re going, I haven’t finished yet, come here, you’ve got something to do.

She’d gone back to the bed and he grabbed her hand pulling her on top of him. Pete told her to use her mouth to get him ready for her again, which she did. She said she felt quite dirty doing that as he hadn’t washed from the night before. He’d started kissing her again in his now known style, tongue in her mouth as far as he could manage. She was straddling him now and he made her lower herself onto his cock culminating in him jack rabbiting her, holding her firmly against his chest by her shoulders.

She said she again went into uncontrolled gushing spasms all over his cock and just when she thought he was about to come, he swung himself - and her - around in a 69 and, now he was on top, he immediately started fucking her mouth, licking her clit, while forcing his fingers in and out of her pussy. She said she had to use all her strength to stop him breaking her throat by using both hands to hold his dick from going too far, but she felt by doing that for self preservation, it was like she was the one wanking him, milking him to a finish in her mouth.

He started coming at the same time she did, saying she had to continue swallowing 4, 5 or even 6 times before he was done.

Once he was finished he just got off her, pulled her up by her hands until she was standing facing him and said, now you can go, telling her he didn’t feel he’d truly had a woman until he’d fucked and come in every hole she had. He grabbed her face and kissed her.

That was the last time she ever saw him and the last words he ever said to her.

Later, she confessed she loved feeling totally used by him, by just letting him have whichever part of her he wanted, just for his own benefit. It was something we repeated with a friend or two many years later in slightly different circumstances. We’d discovered that although Anne enjoyed all different types of sex, she absolutely loved feeling used, being used in a very submissive way.

Tony had fucked her quite tenderly when she slipped into bed with him that last day. He asked her how long he had her for and when she told him that she was staying with him for as long as he wanted, or until he left, they fucked and sucked each other nearly all the way through those last hours, predominantly just in the missionary position but flipping her over at times.

He asked that if he changed his flight, according to my instructions, would that mean she’d just have to stay in his bed until he left because he was more than ready to do that? Anne had replied that she didn’t know, he’d have to ask me.

She’d been fondling his balls as he had asked her to do when he came in her first time. There wasn’t nearly as much dirty talk from him - he asked her to talk dirty to him instead, which she had done. Although he did fuck her rather sore arse for a while, it really was too sore and he came again for the second time in her pussy, from behind, just before he left.

She told me that it was like Tony was almost making love to her all that last morning, love bites’n’all. She confessed to have given him 2 or 3 bites to his neck as she orgasmed.

This news actually turned me on perhaps even more than how Pete had fucked her to multiple orgasms, although I actually felt more vulnerable to losing her. “Making love” was just a bit too intimate, yet still a huge turn on.

I do remember her leaking furiously on her return, really full of his come along with what Pete had last deposited before him, the puffy tenderness of her pussy and her arse, the pain of her soreness adding to the lust of my reclaim is still a feeling I remember with relish.

Many years later she admitted that she occasionally had hoped Pete would return for a few days or even a week, and fantasised that I would tell her she would have to look after him for the duration.

Tony did return, twice. He’d told her he would return just to fuck her again.

Although we never returned to same highly concentrated level of sexual activity with two other males over one long weekend ever again, we did enjoy a number different moments over the years that were similar in nature to some of the moments described.

Again, much later, I admitted to Anne - in the throes of passion - that I regretted not having allowed them both to have her alone, remembering that she gushed uncontrollably at hearing me say it. It would’ve have been, at the time, her 1st DP and her only one not involving her husband.

Anne never once actually asked me to allow her to be fucked by someone else, nor to my knowledge did she ever allow it or seek it herself of her own accord….unless I had specifically instructed her to do so. She needed me to tell her to allow someone to fuck her.

I used that gift from her far more sparingly, but successfully over the years as, after that weekend with the guys, I felt that Anne may have come close to stopping it forever if I had shown signs that it was going to happen every week etc. We never had an occasion where she actually said no though.

A few days after the boys left, the unavoidable new mattress for “Pete’s” room was delivered.