* This is part two and should be read in order to fully understand events.

I found Anne collapsed on the bed facing away from me, wearing only my shirt , she had left her knickers downstairs.

I spooned into her and held her tight.

“Are we going to be ok?” she asked.

“Of course we are, why on earth wouldn’t we be?” I replied.

“I’ve just had sex three times with two men that aren’t my husband in the space off about 4 or 5 hours, all in front of my husband and after I swore blind I could never do that even once” she said softly. “How can you not think badly of me?”

“Because you’re my wife and I love you, you only did exactly what I insisted you do for me, and if you were to be really really honest,  you know were really turned on by it as well. If you ever did that behind my back it would be unforgivable, but you haven’t, I know you wouldn’t, you only did it to please me and I’m really happy you did. Stop worrying.”

“And anyway” I added, prodding her in the back with my erection, “does this suggest I’m upset or not incredibly turned on?”

Anne turned over and giggled saying “ OMG, what’s got into you… and me? Take me, please”.

We fucked for the next 30 minutes or so, whispering excitedly about how we felt during the earlier events and as I told her what was going to happen next. I told her that as long as they were here they were going to carry on fucking her, that in the morning she would be taking a cup of tea into each of them and she was to climb into bed with each to give a personal good morning.

I couldn’t contain myself any longer and came -I lost count of how many times she came.

Afterwards, with her head on my chest, she asked if I meant the parts about her going to them individually as that would mean she would be having sex with them without me being there or seeing it - wasn’t that different to what we had done up to now?

“I think I want you to experience the feeling of enjoying another man yourself , or maybe it’s more that I want them to experience how lucky I am being able to enjoy you one to one, I’m not sure - but I absolutely want to hear every detail from you afterwards, when I reclaim you”.

“Reclaim? she said laughing. “That makes me sound like a lost suitcase”.

“Well, a suitcase that gets re-united with it’s owner…every time. Will you do that for me?”

Anne was silent for a moment. She snuggled further into me and said “ let’s see, we might both feel differently in the morning.”

As I drifted off I wondered if she could be right, was I taking this all too far? After all, I had just wanted to watch her with another man, to experience her pussy after another guy had come in it, wasn’t this going way overboard?

I awoke to the sound of movement and voices from downstairs. Anne was still asleep on my arm, which felt dead as a result.

Everything of the previous nights events started coming back to me, gradually prompting my penis to harden yet again. Although I had always felt quite proud of being able to “perform” for a good while, and my powers of recovery weren’t too bad with the right encouragement from Anne, I had come so quickly both times I’d fucked her last night.

I thought about Tony and Pete - they hadn’t lasted too long either which made me feel weirdly better.

I then remembered my plan - damn, I thought. Not that Anne had definitely agreed to it, but they were already up.

I felt a brief moment of guilt for scheming as soon as I was awake.

I loved my wife and honestly didn’t want to manipulate her to the point where I was her Lord and Master, she must obey. But the sexually aroused state I was in as a result of all that had happened seemed to still consume me and my thoughts.

I thought about what Anne had said before we both fell asleep. She had told me that she realised that me being so firm with her turned her on massively. She had also said that she hoped they wouldn’t think they really could just fuck her without me knowing and agreeing.

That was a big statement from her,  both reassuring me and boosting my ego that she would always be “faithful”, nothing happens from her side without my instructions sorta thing. Wow, was it just a clever move from her to get what she actually wanted as well, but making me feel I was the one in charge? She definitely knew if I’d ever find her doing what she did last night behind my back, it would be 100% unacceptable to me. Was I over thinking this?

Anne stirred and I took the opportunity to gently release my arm.

“Morning darling” I whispered into her ear, kissing her neck gently.

She opened her eyes - I knew she would likely be going through similar thought processes to me, evaluating all that had happened.

I told her that Tony and Pete were already up and moving around downstairs, and that I was going to jump in the shower. She stretched out and said to hurry up as she wasn’t going down without me.

“Ok, don’t worry, I won’t be long hun” I said and hopped out of bed.

She immediately saw my erection protruding in front of me and laughed, saying “you need cold shower today”.

That was encouraging, she didn’t appear to be in mood after last night, rather the opposite, pretty cheerful.

“I thought I’d better give your vagina a little break - but it may not last!” prompting another little laugh from her.

When I came back, Anne went for hers.

“Make it a quick one hun, I need a brew” I said .

“Me too, won’t be long” she replied.

20 minutes later, she came in wearing just her bathrobe.

“Are you not getting dressed?” she asked, seeing that I was just in my boxers and t shirt.

“Nope, not yet. Cmon, cup of tea for me, coffee for you, let’s go”.

“Let me get some clothes on, two minutes”

“ No hun, you’ll be fine in your gown, c’mon”.

She finished towel drying her hair, slipped on some knickers and followed me down in her robe.

“Morning morning” I said in as bright a way as I could to try to ensure there wasn’t going to be a weird atmosphere for anyone, especially Anne.

Both Tony and Pete were dressed almost identically to me, t shirt and boxers.

Anne laughed and said “have you guys all planned not to dress this morning?” and set about making coffee for everyone, tea for just me.

We chatted quite normally as if nothing unusual had happened the night before.

Tony was the first to broach the subject.

He started by saying that both he and Pete were incredibly honoured to have been involved last night. He had explained to Pete how this was a first for us both, it wasn’t something we had ever done before and they had both agreed that it was one of the most memorable experiences they’d ever had, thanking us both, particularly Anne.

Her went on to say that he’d give his right arm to experience it again because he found Anne incredibly sexy, but understood totally if it was a one off thing and that they both gave us their word they would never ever reveal what happened to anyone else.

I told him that I appreciated his sentiments, and I was also grateful to Anne for making it such a special night. For all of us.

Anne sat listening intently but I could sense she was a little embarrassed at the conversation even happening.

Pete then piped up that he was absolutely gutted that he hadn’t come back down and crashed out due to a lack of sleep.

He said Anne was the most beautiful woman he’d ever been with without question.

Anne, suddenly became aware that each of us had an erection whilst the chat was going on and reddening slightly said “ok, all good then, what about breakfast?”. She went off into the kitchen.

I went to give her a hand. After breakfast, she was at the sink as she went about the washing up.  I nuzzled her neck from behind telling her I loved her and slipped a hand into her gown, cupping her breast. She couldn’t miss my hard on prodding her.

She leaned back softly sighing. “We’ll take care of that after I’ve cleaned up” she said, “now go on, shoo.”

I went back into the lounge, unable to hide my erection, it just wouldn’t go down but I didn’t care. She had seen that we all were sporting erections.

Tony gave me a what’s the situation look, I smiled and quietly said “not sure, let’s see how the day goes”.

I didn’t know if Anne had meant for me to go to our bedroom or if she’d come back to the lounge. She shouted out asking if anyone needed another coffee, to which - almost in chorus - we all shouted back “yes please!”.

It was funny and the banter started to flow with Anne shouting “I can hear you all you know!”

She entered the lounge carrying a tray with our drinks and went to each of us to hand them to us. She was absolutely unable to miss our hard ons straining through our boxers. I’m sure she dwelt just a fraction longer glancing down at Petes groin. He was clearly packing something a little larger than Tony and I, you couldn’t miss it. That made me feel a little strange, perhaps even intimidated in some way, jealous perhaps. I knew though that a touch of insecurity had entered my head. I dismissed it quickly, telling myself that my wife loved me alone, no matter what else may or my not happen.

Ultimately I knew that I was in control, I alone had the power to let it happen…or not.

So, my personal ego having been boosted again - albeit by own thoughts - reassured, I just made sure the flow of the conversation continued, hopefully without anyone noticing the moment.

“Is it too early for a joint?” said Pete.

Well we’re on holiday so it’s never too early” Tony piped up. “That is if it’s ok with you Anne?”

It was about 9.45 am.

Anne said “too early for me but you guys go ahead”. 30 or so minutes later, after much prompting from all of us and me telling her that “it’s a one off weekend, no work, nothing we have to go out for so come on, chill”, Anne had it in her hand and and was starting to giggle, laughing at the ongoing banter between us all.

I knew I was going to try to make it happen again, somehow. My cock was demanding it happen and all earlier concerns had once again taken leave of abscence. Importantly, I felt by joining in and smoking a joint at that time, Anne was somehow trying to rid herself of reason, of responsibility. I think she needed to not feel as much guilt compared to how she might be without the excuse.

Out of the blue, possibly because I was engrossed in my own sexually related thoughts, amidst all the banter, I blurted out that I had told Anne about Tony’s comment that he wouldn’t get off her for a week.

Too right, 100% true Tony said. “ I had a hard on again for two hours when I went to bed, I couldn’t believe I could do that nowadays, that was the effect you have on me”.

Anne blushed,  but she was laughing saying “men say anything when they’ve got hard ons”.

We all started telling her it was true, didn’t she realise how quickly we had all come because we were so turned on?

“I mean, look at us all” I said, standing up, erection at full mast. “ baby, I really need you to take care of this, right now”. No matter what had happened last night, it had been fuelled by alcohol, being drunk to some degree, soft lighting, music and just the moment it was. This was very different. Although we had all smoked a little bit of pot, it was in the cold light of day so to speak. I was either going to blow it, or…..

“Can one of you please close those blinds a bit, it’s a bit bright in here right now” I said. Tony was up like a flash.

With the light having been dimmed considerably, but not dark by any means,I thought it might help Anne be a little less self conscious.

I stood in front of Anne and pulled my boxers down, pointing it an inch or so from her mouth. I knew that she knew her next move would determine what would transpire.

Anne reached out tentatively, never taking her eyes off me. Her breathing had noticeably altered. She was nervous - even though I was her husband. She wrapped her dainty little fingers around my cock and pulled on it slowly before in one movement she took me into her mouth. I groaned out loud, quite intentionally. I let her continue for about 2 minutes before I pulled away saying I need to fuck you baby. But you know what turns me on …. I want to fuck you after.

“ Tony, will you do the honours please? Anne made a sort of involuntary whimpering sound as Tony came over and sat beside her on the couch. I moved to where he’d been sitting whilst gently wanking my dick, not taking my eyes off her and the scene unfolding in front of me, whilst she never diverted her eyes from me.

Tony at once started to kiss her neck, gently untying the belt of her robe. He slipped her robe off her shoulders onto her arms, reaching to her breasts and tweaked her nipple.

Anne was actually visibly trembling,  now shutting her eyes as Tony continued exploring her semi naked body.

He lowered his lips and took the other nipple into his mouth and reached down between her legs which were still together. He stroked the only part of her knickers he could see and tried to part her legs, but she didn’t open them.

He lowered himself to the floor in front of her and grabbed her knees, one in each hand. Anne opened her eyes to look at me. I just said “its ok baby, it’s ok.

With that, she closed her eyes again and Tony parted her legs.  He began feeling her pussy outside of her underwear. Gripping the side of her knickers, he tugged them down, producing another barely audible, but, to me a delightfully erotic, vulnerable whimper from Anne.

As soon as they were off,  he parted her legs further and kissed his way up her thighs to her pussy. It was hard to see exactly what he was doing down there as his head was in the way. Anne had started to grip the side of the couch. I knew she was already nearing an orgasm and as she did, she  moved her hands and gripped his hair so hard I think he had more than a little difficulty keeping his tongue on her. As her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip, Tony immeadiately hooked his arms under her knees and threw them over his shoulders, throwing her on her back exposing her pussy totally. Once again he went down on her, licking kissing and probing with his tongue, adding a finger or two to his assault on her pussy. He kept this up for what felt was an age but probably only 5 or so minutes, I have no idea, so lost was I in watching her face as she orgasmed again.

There was no gushing - Anne usually only gushed as a result of feeling a cock hitting her womb, from being fucked, but Tony was about to take care of that.

He had somehow managed to remove his boxers, freeing his dick which was understandably rock hard without breaking his flow. Keeping her legs over his shoulders, he pulled her arse slightly over the edge of the couch and positioned himself at her entrance. Wetting the helmet, he thrust home forcefully. He fucked her hard and pretty fast. I knew she would gush any second. This time when she came she ejaculated so hard we could see it all pooling on the carpet below. That wet patch wasn’t going to be easily shifted and would 100% serve as a reminder of just what happened there. Tony carried on fucking her for at least another few minutes and suddenly said he was coming.

I finally spoke up - I’d been watching intently, entirely absorbed in the moment - telling Anne to open her eyes and look at him.

As she did, I saw his buttocks clench and saw his muscles contact / expand / contract as he emptied himself in her completely. It triggered another huge orgasm from Anne. All the area around them was soaked, even the couch as her fluid had found a way to run down her arse and was actually making a heavy squelching sound off the leather.

Tony leaned forward and kissed her gratefully as he eventually pulled out of her and stepped back, admiring his work. Her legs were left spread and her pussy looked clearly well used, oozing his sperm.

I went forward and hugged her, kissing her, hopefully soothing away any embarrassment from being left “on display” so to speak.

As like the night before, I knew I had a decision to make. Except this time, it wasn’t whether I’d let Pete fuck her, it was who would go next.

I could see Pete was more than ready, but he respectfully didn’t just assume he could fuck her without being given the go ahead. I liked that.

It made my mind up.

“Pete, you missed out last night. I want her to have as many different experiences as possible this weekend. It will be something we’re unlikely to ever repeat. (I knew that was a lie).

“Take her upstairs for half an hour, please no longer. We’re going to wait here. When you’re done come back down but leave her upstairs. Be gentle. Can you do that.?”

Pete grinned, I’ll make sure she’ll be treated really gently, don’t worry. Thank you, it’s an honour.

Anne really did look quite perturbed by my statement but had no time to really react, as Pete easily picked her up and carried her out of the room without a moments delay - maybe he thought I might change my mind.

As soon as he was out of the room I asked Tony if he was safe guy.

Tony said he’s as good as gold mate, no worries, he's got a big dick but he can’t usually last more than a few minutes.

“Ok, cool.” Don’t worry mate, you’ll get some time alone with her as well”.  Tony beamed.

End of part two . Final part to come.