So… men who share their wives or partners, men who dream of sharing their wives or partners -  ultimately we’re all driven by the same basic desire, to watch her being penetrated by another mans cock.

To watch her reactions, her facial expressions, her movements…the list is long and of course will vary for all of us.

If we’re truthful, we probably all have our own ideal scenario of how this would happen, how willing she would be, even more likely, how reluctant?

After the event, would she be happy? Regretful? Angry? Embarrassed? After ticking the boxes for the various possibilities and outcomes, the perfect scenario, our own fears of how WE would feel has likely long been overcome by our absolute need to see it happen. Often events themselves just overtake whatever best laid plans we may have had.

How did this insane desire come about for me?

I think it was originally as a much younger man.

Although I was intensely jealous as a teenager regarding my girlfriend(s) being flirted with by other guys - let alone if she was to be the one actually doing the flirting - I do remember the incredible sensation I felt inserting myself into her pussy the second time, shortly after I came in her the first time.

The difference, wow. I loved that feeling.  At that age, I think I would’ve been horrified at the thought of sloppy seconds after another guy, but as I was to eventually discover, I grew to crave it.

Watching two of your friends fucking your wife in turn, multiple times, over a long weekend, taking her almost as and when they wanted is a long way from the jealousy of those early youthful days.

I was in my mid 20’s and had just bought my first house, a large 4 bed semi in Manchester. I met Anne who was to become my wife through a friend (girl), who had just moved into a flat opposite my new home, whom I had met whilst moving in and invited over for a drink. She arrived on a Saturday night accompanied by her friend, Anne.

Both girls were stunning, just 18, and I remember thinking “wow” either one would be great.

The girl who lived opposite was called away an hour or so later by visitors arriving at her own flat, but Anne decided to stay. We didn’t have sex that night but got on great, laughing and drinking into the early hours.

6 weeks later she moved in and we married 2 years later.

Anne had had some mild sexual experiences, but was still rather innocent and a virgin when we met, mainly due to her RC upbringing. Of course that was taken care of just before she moved in.

Anne was 5’ 6’ , beautiful, a slim size 8 with curly blonde hair down past her shoulders, a 34B in bra size, very pert bum and similar in looks to a young Nicole Kidman.

Like all couples, we got to know each others likes and dislikes over time. Admitting to the darker fantasies took a while longer.

Our sex life was exceptionally good. Anne had been told by a nurse that she had what was described as “a tilted back womb” which meant she could enjoy multiple orgasms quite easily.

And she squirted. Massively.

It was a real shock when I first discovered that. It did mean that we often had to place thick towels underneath her before sex - which did ruin some of the spontaneity - but it was a huge ego boost for me, I knew I could make her come really easily despite being just average or perhaps a touch over at best in penis size. I think our biggest expenditure throughout our relationship had been replacing mattresses and swapping fabric sofas for leather ones, them having been ruined simply because of the amount that Anne squirted.

It was my birthday and we’d been out for a lovely meal, did a nightclub for a few hours and arrived back home nicely drunk.

Anne went off to the bathroom, told me to strip and get on the bed and came back in some gorgeous lingerie.

As her lips made her way down to my groin, she asked what my biggest fantasy was.

“I want to be the best wife you could ever wish for”.

Hmmm….I thought, dare I tell her? The thoughts I'd quietly harboured for years?

“You know most of them hun” I said.

“Tell me some you’ve never dared to tell me or anyone else, go on” she replied.

“Ok, but don’t get mad or upset, I’ll tell you”.

“Deal” she said, in between swallowing my cock. She was cleverly keeping me from coming whilst she coaxed the details out of me.

“I’d love to watch you with another man”

She paused briefly, looked up at me and asked if I was serious?

Now sitting astride me, gently continuing to wank my cock with her hand, she fired questions at me - wouldn’t I be jealous, wouldn’t it risk our marriage, I’d probably hate her if she did that and ask for a divorce, did I mean just playing around a bit or full on sex, what about std’s, and not that I’m agreeing but it’d have to be safe sex etc. Of course there was the obvious, obligatory “is that because you want to also fuck other women?” question.

I reassured her that I had absolutely no interest in being with other women. I loved her and just wanted to watch her, maybe join in, maybe not.

I told her I wanted to fuck her right after someone had come with a heavy load, inside her pussy.

With that last statement from me, she lowered herself onto my dick, just held herself there and came almost straight away. She looked embarrassed at having clearly come so hard right after my words, but I rolled her over, held her arms down and started to pound into her. She came again, her body trembling, arching her back so much I could barely stay in her, but held her tightly as she gushed all over my dick, repeatedly.

On the occasions when I would come hard, I had soon learned that holding myself fully in her when ejaculating, the sensation of feeling my come would trigger huge gushes of squirting from her.

“I love it when you’re forceful with me” she said, “when you hold me down and just take me as you want”.

Next morning she was a little quiet. I went downstairs and brought her up a coffee. We lay there talking about the night before and she asked if I was really serious about what I had said.

“Yes, I was, I am”.

“I don’t know if I could actually do that darling, it just feels so wrong, it would mean I’ve been unfaithful to you and I never want to be that” she said.

“It turned you on though, the thought of it, because you came a few times right afterwards” I told her.

She turned bright red and said it’s just talk, it’s exciting but it won’t ever really happen”.

Over the next 18 months or so we would mention it often during sex, she even agreed to it a couple of times when approaching an orgasm, but, in the cold light of day, it was always dismissed as having to remain a fantasy.

Out of the blue I got a call from my friend Tony who I’d known long before I met Anne. Tony was a real ladies man, great sense of humour, about twenty years older than me though - being into his 50’s -  he’d taken me under his wing when I was a teenager, we’d had many a great night out but he would disappear for a year or two at a time and then reappear for for a few months before going again.

Although he knew I’d got married and had spoken to Anne on the phone, he hadn’t ever met her. This was the longest he’d been away, living and working out abroad.

He said he was coming over to Manchester in a few days and would probably be around for a week and asked if he could come over for a catch up.

I told him it would be great to see him and I’d get the champagne in, telling him to let me know what day and time etc.

I told Anne and she was happy she’d finally get to meet him, having heard many of the funny stories from me about our nights out over the years. We'd been married for about 4 years at this point.

The next day, Tony called back and said he was having trouble booking a hotel in central Manchester as Manchester United were playing at home that weekend, and as hotels always got booked out as result of fans arriving from Ireland and beyond, he would have to make it another time.

I told him not be silly, just come and stay here - I hadn’t even thought to suggest it beforehand.

He said he wouldn’t have hesitated to stay at ours but he was coming over with a friend who was also originally from the area and was over to see a few of his old friends - I of course said it’s no problem mate, lots of room, large house, no kids etc. I ran it past Anne who was sitting on the floor beside me sipping a glass of wine and she shouted out that he was not to worry, they would both be welcome.

Now, I’d be lying if I said nothing devious had popped into my head when I found out Tony was coming over, but it had popped right out again when he said his friend was with him.

Friday came.  Anne and I had been to the supermarket, she got food to make dinner whilst I loaded up on a ridiculous amount of booze -  leading to a quizzical look from Anne. Tony had said he was hiring a car from the airport and they’d see us about 3-4pm.

Anne had been sweating away preparing food and had really made an effort. She was dressed casually in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a t shirt, her hair was loosely tied back and lifted up a little. Her arse looked sensational, she had a lovely wide natural gap between her thighs. I had run my hand up there several times whilst she was preparing food but she gave me no encouragement, only saying “do you want your friends to eat burnt food” and shooing me away.

About 3pm I heard a car pull up and shouted to Anne that I thought they’d arrived. She was in the process of telling me she wanted to change before they got here when the bell went and I answered the door.

Tony looked great, tanned and still pretty slim for his age he gave me a bear hug, introducing his friend as Pete.

Pete was a little older than Tony, perhaps about 60 but looked fit, tall, smartly dressed and equally as tanned.

I took them through to the lounge and introduced them to Anne who had been trying to make a dash to the stairs to go and change. Tony immediately picked her up and twirled her around saying “mate, you always had good taste but you’ve seriously excelled in this gorgeous woman, she’s beautiful!”

Anne blushed but was clearly at ease because Tony had an infectious laugh and happy personality.

We settled into the lounge, the beers came out and the great catch up chat began, lots of laughter with both Tony and Pete keeping Anne and I entertained with tales of their work and travels.

Anne asked if they had brought their suitcases in yet and promptly went off to the car with Pete to get them.

Tony looked over at me and said “mate, she is gorgeous, I wouldn’t get off her for a week”. I laughed, it was a typical Tony sorta remark but I knew he meant it. It wasn’t even said in a disrespectful way, it was just funny.

“She’s dead innocent but you never know, I might just send her into your room to tuck you in tonight” I told him. This time it was Tony’s turn to laugh, “I’m never leaving this house, can I go to bed now?’

Anne came back, she’d shown Pete his room and put Tony’s case in the other room. Pete had decided to take a shower to freshen up before dinner.

“What’re you guys laughing about?” She asked.

I glanced over at Tony and looked back at Anne, “He was just complimenting you non stop hun”.

Anne blushed and said “dinner in about 30 mins” and went off to set the table, Tony went upstairs to unpack and freshen up.

I gave Anne a hand and asked what her impression was of our guests.

“They’re lovely, funny. I can see how close you and Tony must’ve been. What was so funny, we could hear you two laughing upstairs”.

I told her what Tony had said.

“ OMG, what a thing to say, aren’t you annoyed?”

“Nah, he’s right, you ARE gorgeous, that’s why I married you. There’s no red blooded male anywhere who wouldn’t want to be with you, it’s a compliment. Anyway, you need to go and change, I’ll finish setting the table”.

Dinner went brilliantly, we went through about 3 or 4 bottles of wine at the table, we all chipped in clearing everything away and settled back into the lounge.

Anne had changed into a lovely, mainly white knee length summer dress, buttoned all the way down the front. As Anne was lightly tanned (sunbed) it looked lovely against her skin. The top and bottom buttons were open, no bra - which was normal when she wore that dress, just showing the slightest hint of cleavage, nothing more.

Tony had produced a bottle of Tequila from duty free and Pete suddenly pulled out a packet of weed.

“Have you just come through customs with that in your pocket?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know, there’s no way I’d have done that intentionally, not got the balls for that, I just found it inside the suitcase in one of my jeans pocket. There’s no way I’m carrying it back through so we may as well smoke it” he said laughing.

We didn’t have any skins (cig papers) in the house as neither of us had dabbled regularly with pot, so Pete said he’d go and get some from the local corner shop.

I looked over to Anne to gauge her reaction. She wasn’t particularly anti pot but neither did she actively participate very often. She’d had a few puffs with me over the years, mainly when we were dating but it just seemed to either send her off into a quiet mellow state, or, once, sent her into a giggling fit….followed by the mellow state and sleep.

Tony asked for some shot glasses which Anne promptly obliged with and, upon Petes return, we slammed a good few. Pete had rolled a couple and passed one to Anne and I. I knew from the first puff that it was pretty good stuff and pretty strong.

In our lounge we had a sofa and chairs, but also lots of great, large very comfy floor cushions. Pete was sat in one of the chairs, I was on the sofa with legs spread, allowing Anne to sit on a floor cushion between my legs, leaning back allowing me to play with her hair - which she always loved. Tony was also on a floor cushion, at about 11 o’clock opposite me and Anne.

The drinks were certainly having their effect, as was the weed. By this time we’d had soft music playing in the background, not loud so as to let our conversations to flow. I knew Anne was a little drunk as she was slurring the odd word - nothing too bad but I could tell.

“ I don’t think I ever want to get up” said Anne dreamily. I’d been playing with her hair and gently massaging her head as she took another toke from the joint I was holding to her lips.

“You look like you’re in dreamland” said Tony to Anne. “Can I do the other end, let me give you a Tony special foot massage” he grinned.

“ Noooo, I love getting my feet rubbed but my feet are too ticklish” said Anne.

Tony had already shifted a few feet to his left and, now opposite Anne and I, gently lifted one of her feet telling her he insisted, saying he’d make sure not to tickle and it’s the least he could do for a fantastic meal and for the wonderful hospitality.

Anne stiffened slightly at this, a little unnerved, but Tony continued, chatting away and soon had her at ease.

I could feel Anne relaxing and after leaning forward a little I could tell she had her eyes shut, enjoying the soothing attentions of Tony at her feet and her husband at her head.

Now, as Tony had first lifted her foot slightly, I noticed that her dress was still covering her modesty quite well - but watching him touch her, his close proximity had me getting aroused almost instantly.

“Here” I said, I passed him a couple of sofa cushions from beside me, “support her foot with these.”

Tony looked up at me and smiled. He gently put the cushions under her ankles whilst moving her foot slightly further out, spreading her legs slightly more in the process. It was done in such a natural way I dont think Anne had a clue that Tony now had a view up her dress, between her legs.

By now I had a full blown erection and could see Tony did too.

Pete was just watching intently. I signalled to Pete to go and get a drink for us all and he was quick on the uptake  “I could do with another glass of wine, can I get anyone one?” he said aloud.

Yeah, would you mind getting us all one?” I said. Anne managed a yes please between her occasional “mmmm” from Tonys continued gentle massage of her feet.

Whilst Pete was in the kitchen grabbing us all another wine, Tony said “let me give the other foot a little attention, its getting left out”

As he swapped feet, he lifted Annes foot to remove the cushions underneath her left foot, and placed her foot back down - but slightly out to her left again. He adjusted his own position slightly and lifted her other foot, placing the cushions underneath it. Once again, he’d used the opportunity to very slightly spread Annes legs a little further.

Tony looked up at me and saw me smiling. I gave him a nod to show that I recognised what he was doing but also that he had my approval.

As this was happening, my feet were at the side of Annes hips. I stretched them out a little and returned them, making sure I caught Annes dress along the way. That movement had the hem of her dress ride up a few inches more, halfway between her knees and almost to the bottom of her pussy.

I couldn’t see her knickers - but I knew Tony could. His eyes were staring between her legs. He looked right at me and nodded his approval.

Pete came back in carrying two glasses of wine. Tony put his finger to his lips and signalled for him keep quiet, but to take a look.

Petes face was a picture .. He mouthed a “WOW” before quickly going back for the other two glasses of wine.

Tony started to massage Annes other foot. I know she was genuinely unaware of how she’d been positioned and just what was on display over the last few minutes.

As Pete returned, he almost tripped and chinked the glasses together, startling Anne who opened her eyes, realised her dress had ridden right up and immediately sat up, straightening her dress in the process.

“Oh, I was miles away” she said. “I need the loo” and got up and went upstairs.

The spell was broken. We all looked at each other, gutted.

My hard on was not to be denied. I was so turned on that I needed to progress this.

I got up, telling Pete to roll another one and that I’d be back.

Anne was coming out of the bathroom and went into our bedroom as I got to the top of the stairs. She turned to me and said “”did you realise that they could probably see right up my dress?. I’m so embarrassed.”

“I did actually. It was the hottest thing ever hun. You just turn me on so much I feel I’m the luckiest husband in the world”

Anne just stared at me, shocked.

I went to hold her, kissing her whilst whispering “ I have a couple of requests for you that I need you to do for me, that I’m telling you to do for me, no questions asked. First, this.”

I unbuttoned another button at the top of her dress. Then, two from the bottom.

I raised the hem to see what underwear she had on - a pair of skimpy white lace front knickers. I ran my fingers along the gusset, slipping one under and felt that she was wet. Not massively but certainly a bit past moist.

“Look, this doesn’t have to go too far, I’d never put you in a horrible position, I’ll always make sure you’re safe. But it’s no big deal if sometimes he can see a bit of your knickers, I want you to let them see a little of you, it really really turns me on, ok?”

“But what if…” she started to say before I cut her off mid sentence with “ Just do what I ask, no argument, please” a little forcefully.

With that I kissed her and went back downstairs, aware that she wanted to say lots but I didn't want to give her the opportunity, I felt her eyes burning into my back as I departed.

Tony and Pete had returned to their places but both had quizzical looks on their faces.

I made some wait and see hand gestures and carried on talking normally - I was aware that we could be overheard and didn’t want Anne to feel even more uneasy by hearing us talking about her and the situation.

I had no idea if she was going to comply with my wishes or even be really mad at me for what I had said.

About 5-6 minutes passed by, I was beginning to think the night was over when Anne walked back in.

Her dress was exactly as I had left it.

“Got you a wine” said Pete and handed her the glass as she passed him, resuming her place as before.

We carried on chatting quite normally but there was a definite edge to the atmosphere.

“Anyway, I haven’t done your other foot yet, c’mon, here” said Tony. Anne glanced around at me and I nodded my consent. She stretched out her right leg and Tony resumed his massage. A joint was doing the rounds and I passed it to Anne, unsure if she’d participate. She took a few long drags before trying to pass it to Tony who just said “hold it to my lips” not letting go of her foot, which she did. Anne gulped down her wine much quicker than she would normally do. She settled back into me and let Tony continue as before. He didn’t rush, he allowed Anne to relax and for the wine and weed to play its part. Pete refreshed the glasses.

“Would you mind giving Tony a drink of his wine?” I asked Anne. She leaned forward, grabbed his glass and held it to his lips.

Tony never took his eyes off hers whilst he took some sips, never letting go of her foot either. In fact he’d moved his hands slightly upwards and was massaging her calf now. Their faces were only about 12-18 inches apart and it raised the tension in the room.

Just as I felt Tony was about to kiss her, Anne placed the glass down and leant back into me once again.

Tony said “other leg now” and swapped over. As before he ensured her legs were spread slightly further by his actions, nothing blatant or dramatic. He began massaging her other calf. As he was kneeling in front of her, he made her place her foot down on his own knee to allow him better access to her calf.

Of course this had the effect of her dress sliding down her thigh, undoubtedly exposing her knickers to him - and likely Pete, although he was almost straining over to one side to get a better angle.

Anne then actually asked for the joint and smoked it all the way down before once again leaning back but much lower this time., her head was still between my legs but now at about the height of my own calves, her head still propped up by a cushion. I could now see she had her eyes shut, one leg stretched out on one side of Tony and the other, sole down, resting on his knee.

Her panties were now - finally - just about visible to me from above.

Tony looked at me and winked. He carried on, swapping legs occasionally, each time massaging higher and higher up each leg.

Anne trembled slightly, biting her lip a little.

I could tell she was nervous but definitely aroused.

My cock was straining in my pants, I can’t recall it ever having been harder than at this point.

I reached down and undid another button at the top of Annes dress - her eyes briefly shot open and then closed again when she saw me looking down on her. I moved my hand inside the top of her dress and cupped her breast, moving to her nipple. It was rock hard. She moaned softly as I rolled her nipple between finger and thumb but then she raised her hand up in attempt to stop me going further. I grabbed her hand with mine and replaced it by trying to cup her other breast with my other hand. She allowed this for a few moments before bringing her only free hand up to halt my progress again.

I grabbed her hand again. I now had both of them firmly in my grasp.

Tony had been watching intently. I motioned with my head for him to continue. He had manoeuvred Annes dress up around towards her hips, so her panties were on show. He was running his fingers up and down the outside of her knickers.

Anne was beginning to move around a lot, clearly turned on but as Tony moved a finger inside the side of her knickers and felt her slot, she bucked and began to resist.

I gripped her hands tightly and indicated to Tony to continue, which he did. He pulled her knickers to one side and started playing with her pussy with two fingers and his thumb. Anne now bucked wildly saying "no, I can't" several times.

I loosened my grip a little on her hands but found she wasn’t really taking advantage and breaking free - which I knew she absolutely could’ve done at that point.

Tony dived his face into her pussy and Anne orgasmed immediately. I still had hold of her arms but I was only holding in a firm but gentle way.

Then, the moment came - I realised that I was actually going to see her pussy being fully exposed to another man.

Tony had begun to take her knickers off and she was resisting….only to suddenly give that little lift of her bum, the one every man knows, the one allowing you, giving you permission to take them off. Tony grinned, he knew that sign of acceptance as well as we all do.

She lifted her arse slightly but continued to say no - it was very half hearted “no”s now.

I moved down off the sofa and moved Anne a bit to the right so she was lay flat on the cushion, still holding onto her arms.

Tony had removed his jeans and boxers to reveal a hard cock, much the same as mine. He wasted no time in positioning himself between Annes legs and rubbed the helmet over her pussy. He found the opening and rammed it into her in one thrust, holding it there.

Anne thrashed about underneath him and uttered an almost guttural cry of relief bucking wildly, over and over again, her pussy exploding gushes of her own cum repeatedly.

It was like a strong hosepipe. I could see that Tony was stunned - he was later to confess he’d never been with a woman who gushed rather than squirted.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the two of them, alternating between watching his cock in her pussy to looking down on her face, contorted with orgasm after orgasm.

Tony regained his composure and started to fuck her hard, laying flat on top of her. He took her arms from me and held them himself while kissing her all over her neck.

Anne just kept coming repeatedly.

Tony began to tense up up and breathlessly managed to ask me if he was ok to come in her  - I just nodded, a bit dumbstruck how matters had taken such a leap forward so quickly.

He picked his pace up and tensed, grinding his groin as far as he could into her and with one hand forcing her mouth onto his, kissed her as deeply as his tongue would go down her throat - this set Anne off again as she must’ve felt his sperm coating her womb with each spasm of his cock.

Tony collapsed on top of her, totally out of breath, bright red after his exertions. They lay like that for about two mins before he picked himself up, a loud plop could be heard as he pulled out of her.

I had begun to undress as they were laying there, recovering. As Tony moved off, I began kissing her.

Anne responded with beautiful kisses back, murmuring that she loved me.

I was desperate to take my rightful place inside her but I noticed Pete had his cock out, still sat in his chair.

My thought were going a million miles per hour, it had finally happened…but this? Should I allow Pete to fuck my wife as well?

I thought this may never happen again and made my mind up.

As I kissed Anne, I began manoeuvring her a little more upright, guiding her mouth towards my cock, telling her to blow me. Anne didn’t argue at all all and started blowing me. I had managed to sit back down on the sofa and Anne was on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock lovingly.

She hadn’t even noticed Pete who was still wanking his cock, looking on.

I motioned to him to get behind Anne.

As he did, I saw that he was a good inch and a half bigger than Tony and I, also a little thicker. I began having second thoughts but I was too far gone to care. I needed it to happen.

Pete had lowered his pants and underwear in one go down to his knees and kneeled, poised behind Anne.

Anne had her hands on my thighs and was bobbing her mouth up and down my dick when Pete gripped her hips and lined himself up. Anne panicked immediately and tried to look around.  I held her head firmly on my cock encouraging her not to stop what she was doing, not allowing her to look round easily.

Anne took her mouth away from my dick and mouthed an OH, eyes wide, her nails gripping into me. He had entered her.

Pete began fucking her, long strokes in and out sending her into yet another powerful orgasm.

Surprisingly, Pete came rather quickly, grunting loudly as he came. I was grateful as I was desperate to come and didn’t want to finish in her mouth.

I knew she had two huge loads in her pussy and neither of them were mine.

Pete stumbled back to his chair as I pushed Anne down on the floor and got between her legs. Her pussy looked totally, beautifully spent. Thick white come was oozing out of her. There were huge splodges of it over the cushions and the carpet.

I pressed home, savouring the feeling, I slid into her with unbelievable ease. I barely lasted as long as Pete before I came, harder than I’d ever experienced.

It was a good 4-5 minutes before I moved off Anne.

Pete had slunk off upstairs but Tony was still there, naked, happy.

Anne looked so embarrassed when she saw Tony was still there. She stood up unsteadily and looked for her knickers. I told her not to bother, "there’s nothing to hide at this stage" and we all laughed.

“I need to clean up or I’m gonna drip everywhere” she said.

I told her to go ahead, but to come back down when she was done. It was only about 11pm.

While she was upstairs, Tony asked if it was something we had done before? I told him no, never even close and that his cock was only the second one she’d ever experienced. “I’ve been lucky enough to have been with a squirter before, once, but mate, nothing like that, she’s incredible” he said.

I laughed and said “I know, she’s amazing. She apparently has what’s called a tilted back womb that helps her have multiple orgasms quite easily. I’m going to go up and check she’s ok, don’t go away, we’ll be back” in my best possible Arnie impersonation.

Anne was in the bedroom, about to go into the shower. “Do you think I’m a slag now?” she said, looking a little upset. I held her in my arms to reassure her no.

“ You did what your husband asked, that can never be wrong. Would you ever have done anything like that behind my back?”

“Never, you know that” she replied.

“Exactly, I do know that. What we did, we did together. It really turned me on and I’m not remotely sorry it happened. I’d only be sorry about it if it was something you really regret, something that you hated, or didn’t enjoy.Lets agree to not be upset, it was a great experience. They’re only here for a couple more days, it not as though we’re going to have to see them everyday or every week. I just want you to know I love you, you made me really happy by doing it for me, thank you”.

She hugged me crying a little, saying I still feel I’ve broken a vow somehow, that you might throw it in my face someday”

“Nah, stop thinking like that - I promise that will never ever happen. You did it for me and I’m so happy you did baby. I loved the fact you did exactly what I asked, thank you.”

With that, she smiled, kissed me, told me she loved me and skipped to the bathroom. I went back down.

Tony was there, still naked, finishing off a beer. “Is she ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think she’s a bit shocked it happened but I told her we all enjoyed it very much and so on”

“Mate, I’m really up for it again, can I?

I laughed and said “I hope so, yeah, too right, wait till she comes back down.”

It was nearly half an hour later before Anne reappeared. She was wearing one of my shirts with a fresh pair of panties, black this time.

She immediately looked over at Tony and his nakedness, blushing a little.

“We’re feeling lazy and have been waiting on you to be a good hostess and get us a beer each” I said.

“I think she’s already been the best hostess ever “ said Tony laughing, causing Anne to blush again.

Anne went into the kitchen and returned with the beers, passing one to me first and then to Tony before sitting down next to me on the sofa.

“I’ve just told Tony that he’s got my permission to fuck you again Anne, either here right now, or he might decide to take you to bed for a while.”

Anne went beetroot red, not knowing what to say or do.

“What do you prefer mate” I asked him.

“Both please”

"erm..do I have a say in this?" said Anne.

"You always have a say darling" I replied.

With that, Tony came over to the couch and stretched out his hand to stand Anne up, erection at full mast.

Anne looked at me and I just said “stand up sweetheart, it’s ok.”

As she rose to her feet, somewhat reluctantly, Tony started to unbutton the shirt, exposing her breasts. “ Wow, they’re stunning” he said and clamped his mouth round a nipple.

Anne still had her hands down by her sides so I grabbed a hand and guided it to his cock encouraging her to stroke it. After a few strokes with me guiding her, she continued herself, unaided.

Tony was mauling both breasts now, kissing her neck, then took her face in his hands and started kissing her mouth passionately. Anne had started to use both hands on his cock and balls, responding with moans as I started groping her arse and pussy from behind. She was soaking again.

Tony took her hands away from his cock and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she was level with his dick. She understood and opened her mouth. The first cock - other than mine - entered her sweet innocent mouth as I watched, mesmerised.

Tony gripped her hair and began fucking her mouth, Anne gagged a couple of times but let him continue. “Look up at a man when you blow him” I instructed. Anne looked up at Tony who stared back at her, increasing his thrusts.

I had managed to slip a finger into her pussy from behind and this, coupled with Tony staring into her eyes as I was to later learn, sent her over the edge, she convulsed, coming all over her already soaked panties.

Tony slowed his thrusting saying he didn’t want to come until he’d had her pussy again. He lifted her up and carried her over to one of the chairs, sat down and had her face him, telling her to take her knickers off slowly and sit on his cock.

Anne was shaking, I knew she was super turned on right now and did exactly as he asked. She straddled him and lowered herself down on his dick slowly, bottoming out and just holding him in there. She started to come hard, squirt after squirt as Tony gripped her with his arms wrapped round her tightly, squashing her breasts against his chest.

“I’m going to come, sorry” he said as she started to ride him. They kissed passionately, as he came deep into her pussy, his come pouring out over the base of his cock, soaking the chair. He continued to hold her, kissing her the whole time.

“Wow. I wanted to take you to bed but couldn’t stop myself, you’re incredible” he told her.

“I can’t believe all this has happened” said Anne as she slowly clambered off him, cupping her hand over her pussy in an attempt to stop further leakage.

Get upstairs now hun, I need you, my turn, don’t you dare wipe” I said.

Anne sort of staggered upstairs. Tony looked exhausted but was grinning ear to ear. “Thank you so much mate, what a night”. I told him I’d see him in the morning and went up.

End of Part One