It was a couple of weeks later when Wayne called me, telling me he’d be over at his hotel for four days from tomorrow.

Of course he was wondering if he could enjoy some time with my wife.

Since Anne had allowed Frank - who she hated - to fuck her right in front of me, on the carpet in our lounge, our sex life had gone through the roof.

We’d enjoyed some of the best sex and love making we’d ever had, from quickies to extended right through the night sessions.

Anne was, she said, overall annoyed that she’d let that man fuck her and come in her pussy, even though she’d come hard. She said she just wishes it had been someone else, not Frank. She was glad he didn’t get to see her totally naked, have to suck his cock or let him kiss her.

We also agreed that we both seemed to be dirtier, think dirtier, and had much longer sex sessions when we had combined alcohol with herbal accessories. Despite this, we hadn’t actually smoked anything more since the BBQ even though we had some in the house.

I seemed to be permanently hard and Anne simply never said no.

But now I needed my fix, to use her pussy after it had been filled with another mans sperm. Preferably several times.

Anne of course knew by now how much it turned me on to experience her pussy that way, but she still never once asked for it herself, for her own needs.

She was adamant that, whilst admitting she really enjoyed each of the times she was fucked by someone else, her ultimate reason was only to give me those sloppy seconds/thirds etc.

How true that was or wasn’t, didn’t really matter. She continued to tend my needs and I loved her.

I wasn’t sure about instructing her to spend the entire night alone with Wayne at his hotel. Certainly, the thought of it had my dick rock hard instantly. Not knowing anything of what really happened, what was said, how she really reacted to whatever ways that Wayne would fuck her, use her.

Part of me found it potentially an even bigger turn on than seeing it up close, in person. But another part of me needed to know everything.

Once again my thoughts turned to recording equipment / cameras.

Back then, tiny pinhole cameras weren’t a readily available cheap item and of course it wouldn’t have been possible to record events at Waynes hotel in any case. But I vowed to install them somehow in both our bedroom at home and in two of the other bedrooms as soon as possible.

I didn’t intend to hide this from Anne - we had actually talked about it previously -  about how much fun it would be to be able to re-live previous times and watch them together.

But I wasn’t sure if I was going to warn her beforehand or just tell her afterwards. (Place your bets now)

That evening after several glasses of wine, Anne and I spoke about Wayne. I asked her what she would prefer, and of course, true to form she only wanted whatever would turn me on most of all.

Hmmm….decisions.. decisions.

I reasoned with myself that we should have him over to the house at first, after all, he’d be here for four days and maybe we could do both, depending on how things went.

Anne, unsurprisingly, just left it to me saying she didn’t really care if he came or not, she liked it better when I just told her what was happening suddenly, so she didn’t even have time to think about any of it.

Perfect. I felt I had a free hand.

“By the way hun, as far as Frank goes, I might just let him have you again one day and I might allow him do all those things to you…and if I do, you will be naked, you will have to suck his cock and more. I don’t know yet” I said as I eased myself into her, triggering a huge orgasm from her, convulsing underneath me.

The next morning Wayne was on the phone again, asking if he could take us both to dinner again that evening, he still had lots to spare on his expense account. He hadn’t mentioned it on the previous conversation and in my mind he’d decided to go all out to try to make sure he was in our good books. Although I honestly wasn’t bothered either way, I felt Anne would enjoy getting dressed up and spoiled with the champagne he’d likely be ordering. Being wined and dined always put her in a good mood.

Anne looked absolutely stunning. Black cocktail dress, hold ups, tiny knickers, no bra. Her hair was pinned up, make up perfect, finished off with the obligatory red lipstick and Chanel No. 18, her favourite at the time.

Wayne picked us up at about 7pm and his jaw hit the floor when he saw Anne. I wasn’t surprised as she’d even taken my own breath away when I saw her. I felt incredibly lucky to be married to her.

The evening went really well, many heads were turned in the restaurant, both male and female, and Wayne…well…he just  appeared totally besotted with Anne and seemed determined to impress. He ordered ridiculously expensive champagne throughout the evening and I remember thinking he was going to get sacked from his job for racking up a huge bill on his credit card. When he ordered two more bottles to take with us when we were leaving I thought wouldn’t it be funny if we just got out of the car once home and bid him goodnight.

The devil in me briefly wanted to do just that, but my penis was saying no, you need a cream pie.

As we pulled up to our house, I asked Wayne if he wanted to come in and of course he said yes, he’d love to. But I knew he was absolutely gutted that I hadn’t said that he could take Anne to his hotel for the night. So far, I hadn’t even suggested he could stay the night.

Anne went to get glasses and open one of the champagne bottles while Wayne and I settled in the lounge. I asked him to put some music on while I went to give Anne a hand. Although she wasn’t drunk, she was certainly a little tipsy.

I put my arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her neck, asking how she was feeling.

She said she’d had a great evening and was feeling really good.

I told her that in about 15-20 minutes, she should go upstairs and return without her dress. That was how I wanted her for the rest of the night. With that said, I went back into the lounge.

Anne followed a minute or two later and handed us a glass each, settling on the couch with me, Wayne sitting opposite. After a refill, Anne left to get us all another. I built a couple of the naughty things and had just lit one when Anne returned, a tray of drinks in hand… and minus her dress.

Wayne let out a soft whistle of appreciation.

Even though I was lucky enough to enjoy Annes body whenever I wanted, I was honestly stunned by my wife’s beauty at that moment.

Her nipples were absolutely like bullets - I’m sure she must’ve ice cubed them.

Her hair was still pinned up, black hold ups and tiny little black knickers. But they were different to the ones she went out in.

I immediately thought she’s changed them because she’s soaking wet down there.

Putting the tray on the table, taking a glass, she came over to me and leaned over, holding the champagne flute to my lips, allowed me to take a sip and kissed me straight afterwards, lips slightly parted.

She smelled gorgeous.

Then, she did exactly the same to Wayne, after kissing him saying “thanks for a lovely evening” before returning to my side.

“Mate, I swear you are the luckiest cunt in the world” he said.

We carried on drinking, smoking, laughing, but there was an obvious sexual tension in the room, not least because, even though I hadn’t yet checked Annes pussy, I knew she was sexually charged at that point.

I asked her out loud why she’d changed her knickers, “were they wet?”

Anne went red, but said “yes”.

“Are you wet now?” I asked.

Anne, going a slightly deeper shade of red whispered a barely audible “yes” again.

“Mate, do you mind coming over here and confirming if she is wet, she can help you out of those pants. It looks like you smuggled another bottle in them”.

Wayne laughed, and standing in front of Anne, who was still next to me. Leaned down a little to kiss her and put his hand between her legs.

“Fuck, wet? It’s like the Atlantic” he said.

Annes hands started to undo his belt but couldn’t pull his trousers down as his dick was just jutting out too much and he had to help.

His cock sprung out angrily, already leaking pre-cum.

I had to admit it was impressive. As I said previously, it wasn’t that long, but the sheer width of it. I remembered how difficult it had been for Anne to get even some of it in her mouth and knew she was going to struggle again.

Anne got on her knees and with one hand cupping his balls, her other started to gently wank him.

I reached forward and started to feel her arse, reaching underneath to her pussy.

Wayne was right, she was seriously soaking wet.

Having somehow managed to get a part of his cock in her mouth, Anne continued with both hands. They really did look tiny on his cock.

I sat right there, watching as Anne struggled to open her mouth any further to accommodate his cock.

I suggested that Wayne sit down and I moved up a little as he did, to allow them a little more room.

Still kneeling but now facing the sofa, she reached out to me and kissed me, feeling my cock through my pants with her right hand while wanking Waynes with her other.

I asked her to stand and take her knickers off slowly if she wanted to be fucked by Wayne.

Anne didn’t say anything, but she turned slightly to reach for her glass which was almost at halfway and finished it.

I passed her the joint and she took her time, taking long puffs, all the while looking at me while continuing to gently wank Wayne.

Then, finally she looked at Wayne, stood in front of him, looked back over at me and mouthed “I love you”, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly took them off.

She was totally smooth.

Placing a knee either side of Waynes legs, she straddled him, reaching down she grasped his cock, sliding the head back and forth between her pussy lips

She placed it ready.

I was right next to her and it didn’t seem possible that something that wide could enter her pussy without ripping her open.

I could tell the head was in from her face and the noises she was beginning to make.

As she slowly lowered herself, her mouth opened slightly wider. Now in position, she held Wayne’s face with both of her hands and kissed him. I could see her tongue reaching into his mouth and his larger tongue pushing back into hers as she sank further down into his groin, just impaling herself there.

Then she came. She started shaking uncontrollably, her moans of delight although loud, were being muffled by her mouth still being firmly attached to Waynes.

A pool of her juices were forming underneath Waynes arse.

Then Wayne started to thrust up and Anne started to ride him in harmony. Her mouth left his and she looked over at me, her face contorted and said “Oh baby, he’s making me come so much… AARGH AARGH OMG I’M COMING AGAIN.

FUCK ME, URGHH URGHH…

They continued to fuck for several minutes. There was a constant squelching sound from each movement.

Anne grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her, snogging me almost wildly while still responding to every thrust from Waynes cock

Wayne suddenly started to jerk, saying “Oh fuck, I can’t hold it…I’m gonna cum”

Anne squealed hearing this, she let go of my hand and attached her mouth to Waynes, with the same wild abandonment she had shown when kissing me.

“OH YES, LET ME FEEL YOU COME, COME IN ME…..AAARGGHHHH YES, OMG.. GIVE IT ALL TO ME”

Annes hand had found mine again and I swear she almost broke my fingers as she came, such was her grip when Wayne erupted inside her.

Wow.

They stayed in that position for a good while, Annes tits pressed up against his chest

I let their orgasms die down before I said, “if you’re staying over mate, you know your room, I need to have my wife now.

Anne finally got off him but her legs were like jelly, so I eventually picked her up and carried her upstairs.

As soon as she was on the bed I stripped, entered her and pounded her for about an hour.

It was strange, I didn’t think I’d last two minutes but for some reason I just couldn’t stop.I loved the feel of her pussy, so used, creating the most incredible sensation for me as I fucked her.

Wayne would’ve undoubtedly heard her orgasms from me as well as knowing how long we were at it.

Afterwards, Anne said, Omg hun, that was incredible, I didn’t think you were ever going to stop.

Neither of us had any idea if Wayne had come up to bed or just left.

Eventually, we both agreed we needed a drink and had better check everything was locked up downstairs, not to mention tidy up, so we went down together.

Anne was still in her hold ups only, but they were looking a little worse for wear. As we left our room we noticed the light on in the adjoining bedroom.

I gave Anne a hand and we came back up.

I asked her how she was feeling and she said really good. She said that being fucked right next to me made her feel really slutty but turned on at the same time. She couldn’t believe how much she had cum tonight.

I asked her if she could handle a bit more and she laughed, saying “what’s got into you, I’ll never say no to you, I love you.”

“Actually, I mean going into Waynes room, see if he’s ok”

Do you want me to? She asked, “because I’m pretty sure he’ll want more if I go in, should I?”

“Well just take him some water, see if he’s ok…and if he wants to fuck you, let him. Just don’t be too long, tell him it’ll have to be a bit of a quickie, make sure you come back to me with a pussy full.”

Anne laughed and said “I think I know that.”

“Oh, and leave both the doors open a bit, I like hearing you…”

I heard Anne knock softly on his door asking if he was still awake, then opening the door saying she’d bought him up some water.

I could hear words being exchanged but couldn’t quite make out exactly what was being said.

But the fact she didn’t return straight away gave me the answer.

With 2-3 minutes I knew he had his cock in her.

He must’ve been fucking her pretty hard as she was really loud.

Really loud.

I was tempted to go to the door and listen or even watch again, but didn’t.

I think he fucked her for about 20 minutes before I heard him saying he was going to come and she told him to come inside her. Then it went quiet, but there was still another 5-10 minutes of much quieter chat between them before I heard his door being closed and she returned, cupping her pussy.

She slipped into bed with me and immediately went down on me.

I was already hard.

“Baby, he fucked me, he made me come a lot and I got what you wanted, feel me”.

Taking my hand she placed it on her pussy. It felt great but I needed to look at it. His sperm was oozing out of her.

She wanked me slowly as she told me what happened.

He was awake and drew his covers back revealing that his cock was already hard as soon as she asked if he was ok. So she went over to his bed. He pulled her into it next to him and they started kissing each other. She was feeling his cock and he was finger fucking her.

Then he just rolled onto her and put himself in.

She said she wrapped her legs around him and he was gripping both of her buttocks as he fucked her, slipping a finger up her arse. That’s the way they stayed until he came.

I asked what they were talking about afterwards and she said he was begging her to spend the night with him at his hotel.

“So what did you say” I asked.

“What I’d always say, he’d have to ask you” she said.

“Then what?”

“Pretty much like last time, he kept asking if I liked his cock, did I like him fucking me, would I like him to fuck me a lot more? Couldn’t I at least stay in bed with him tonight as he wanted to fuck me all night.

“So what did you say?”

“I told him yes, it was good but everything is up to my husband, ask him and that’s when I came back”.

I asked her if she felt he was trying to get her to do something with him behind my back and Anne hesitated a little with her answer.

“Maybe…it was sort of heading that way a bit. I’m not sure. But you do know I’d never ever do that don’t you? Anyway, he said he was going to ask you himself.”

As we settled in each others arms for the night, I made up my mind that the cameras were going in, I’d give him some time alone with Anne and find out just how far Wayne was going to go with his chat.

The next morning Anne was up quite bright and bubbly. She went off to bring me up a brew.

There was no sign of any movement from Wayne’s room.

I was still really horny from everything over recent weeks - despite becoming a bit pissed off at the direction Wayne seemed possibly to be heading in after what Anne told me, I knew that my cock needed to see more of Anne being taken, filled by his sperm, feeling and enjoying the feel of her pussy afterwards.

Every time it had happened, It just increased my sex drive enormously…which in turn increased Annes.

I knew it could be months or even years before it might happen again. Frank had probably been a complete one off.

Tony and Pete visiting from abroad was also unlikely to be repeated. True that Tony might be back someday, but we’d really never know for certain.

How many times have we all said we’ll have to do that again, or go back somewhere again only for the Universe to decide no?

You may think that it’s easy to just arrange someone new, create the right circumstances for things like this to happen, but I knew it wasn’t the case. Neither Anne or I were ever going to suddenly start visiting swingers clubs.

These situations were actually difficult to come by and really happen.

I told Anne to go and wake him up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t knock, just go and get into bed with him.”

Anne looked at me quizzically, before smiling, saying, “ok, obviously you want him to fuck me…if that’s what you want” and left.

She was back about 15 minutes later, a bit earlier than I had expected.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t get what you wanted”

She told me he panicked about the time, but still wanted to fuck her anyway. He had her suck him at first till he was hard, which happened quickly. He then pulled her up and turned her over, got on top of her, and started fucking her.

He was trying to kiss her but she said he had really bad morning breath so she pulled away from his mouth, then he suddenly pulled his dick out, sat across her tits and had her wank him in her mouth.

She said he had hold of her hair really forcefully and told her to keep her mouth open.

“Sorry darling, I told him to come inside me… but he came in my mouth instead.”

“Did you swallow it?”

“Erm…most of it, yeah….I had to as he was holding my head by my hair…he sorta made me…are you angry at me?” She asked a little nervously.

“No darling, not at all, its actually quite horny really. Were you ok with it though, did you still cum?”

“Baby, I came as soon as he put his thing inside me…and yeah, it wasn’t what I was expecting but it was good. I just feel I let you down by not bringing you back what you asked for.”

She continued, “He asked me to tell you bye, he’d call you later but he was really late for something.”

I realised that his wife would likely be calling him at the hotel and Anne remarked that it made sense, it probably explained earlier events.

We heard him leaving his room and the front door shutting, as Annes mouth worked on my cock.

I asked her if she wanted to spend a night alone with him at his hotel?

Her reply was along the lines of “Not particularly, only if that’s what you want me to do. I mean it is exciting but a bit scary as well, I’m not really sure about it.”

As I played with her pussy, I asked Anne to keep her eyes closed and imagine herself alone in his hotel room tonight. Being naked with him, knowing he was going to fuck her all through the night. I told her to picture it, place herself there, away from her husband, in his bed, opening her legs for him so he could use her for his pleasure.

Anne orgasmed on my fingers, demanding I fuck her hard right now.

As I mounted her I told her that hotel or not, he’d be fucking her a lot over the next few days, with me there or not. Of course it triggered a huge orgasm in Anne, she was shouting out that she’ll let him use her, she’ll do whatever I ask of her, with anyone I say, wherever I decide.

Wayne returned at around 4 pm that afternoon, casually dressed for a change.

Anne and I had already decided on a quieter night in tonight, we were both feeling the effects of not having much sleep and a lot of alcohol the night before.

Anne was dressed in the same outfit as when we'd had the BBQ, a short pleated tartan skirt and t-shirt. I couldn't look at her in that outfit without remembering Frank fucking her in it. It still turned me on every time.

We hadn't really thought about drinking tonight until Wayne asked if we could open a bottle of wine, and being good hosts we of course obliged.

A couple of glasses in, Wayne suddenly asked if I'd allow Anne to spend the night with him, at his hotel.

"Maybe sometime Wayne, but not tonight. We like doing things a bit spontaneously and we just want to chill here tonight."

He looked gutted but said he understood.

Anne said she was going to make some food for us but we decided to get a delivery instead. She said she was walking to the local shop in any case for some snacks and bits.

While she was out, Wayne and I talked.

I told him that having Anne at his hotel may happen unexpectedly sometime, and although it wouldn't be tonight, he was welcome to stay if he wanted.

He confessed that he was already hard just looking at Anne in her skirt and I laughed, saying yeah, she does look so fuckable in that doesn't she?

He said she looks fuckable in anything.

I said "tell you what, when she comes back, pull her onto your lap and see if you can get her in the mood.  If you can, then just fuck her right here on the carpet. Let's see if we can just have a more relaxed chilled night but still have fun through the evening, eh?"

Wayne said you're on, that it would be great.

Anne was back 15-20 minutes later and we ordered food.

She was curled up with her legs on the couch leaning into me watching tv, her head on my shoulder. When she asked if anyone needed a drink, Wayne said yes. When she returned and placed it in front of him, he reached out for her hand and pulled her gently onto his lap.

Anne looked over at me, seemingly needing my approval. I said "its ok hun, you can still see the tv from there" and laughed. She was sitting sideways across his lap, her head nestled into his neck, her legs dangling over the side of the chair and one hand on his stomach. Wayne had one arm around her, supporting her shoulder and one resting over her legs.

He didn't make any further sudden moves and Anne settled, appearing relaxed after the first few minutes. Waynes hand had been gently caressing her leg, just above her knee and I could tell she was comfortable.

We'd continued to chat quite normally, in between watching and commenting on what was on the tv.

Then, I saw Wayne turn his head away from the tv, towards Anne. He moved his hand from her legs and softly lifted her chin and kissed her. He continued to kiss her and Anne started to respond, kissing him back.

Her glass was empty as well as mine and I decided to go and refill them. Anne started to say that she'd do it but I said for her to relax, I'd do it.

I took my time in the kitchen intentionally.

When I returned there wasn't that much difference but her hand was under his t-shirt feeling his stomach, and his was still on her legs. But their kisses were a little stronger now. Waynes hand moved up and under Annes t-shirt, playing with her tits, causing her to moan softly during his kisses.

Watching my wife being slowly coaxed was incredible.

They broke off to have a drink and we all chatted again for a few minutes. Wayne said something into Annes ear and she looked over at me, asking if I was alright?

I told her I was enjoying watching them and to just go with the flow. She smiled and told me she loved me.

Wayne, having had another sip of wine, placed his glass down and then lifted both his arms in the air, allowing Anne to take his t-shirt off, before allowing him to remove her own.

They both went back to smooching with each other.

It looked so erotic, one of Annes breasts was squashed against Waynes chest while the other ones nipple was being rolled between his finger and thumb.

Wayne moved his hand to Annes legs and slowly eased them apart. As his hand found her pussy she jolted. Wayne hand found the waistband of her knickers and he slid it down into them. They were kissing harder now and Wayne must've slipped a finger or two into her pussy as she started a squirming orgasming, holding his wrist in place with her hand.

My own hand was on my cock rubbing it as I continued to just watch, saying nothing.

Then, Wayne lifted Anne up as he stood, still kissing her and placed her on the carpet. His pants had a huge wet patch from Annes juices. He pushed them and his underwear off and kneeled in between Annes legs. Gripping her knickers he pulled them off by raising her legs high.

Grabbing and placing a cushion under her arse, he positioned himself for entry.

Anne held her legs open to help and gave a long OOHHHHHHH as he eased himself into her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him in place with her legs, her arms locked around his neck. not letting him thrust. She was coming… and coming hard.

Then, Wayne assumed control. He started fucking her telling her he need to empty himself in her, that he'd been hard all day thinking of her and just needed her right now. Anne told him to go ahead, saying "just do me how you want".

Annes arms and shoulders totally pinned down by him, their fingers tightly interlocked as he collapsed his full weight on her, ensuring her orgasms just continued with every spurt he released into her.

Right on time, the doorbell rang causing all of us to burst out laughing. I told Wayne he'd have to get his pants on and get it, I need to add a load to his and did just that.

The rest of the evening was very relaxed. After showering, Anne returned in a short, black and very sheer, fairly transparent night dress.

This time we all sat on the couch, Anne taking turns leaning against both of us from time to time, or stretching out between us.

I seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal, such were the sexual heights all the events had placed my thoughts at. It wasn’t too long before, while she lay with her head against Waynes lap, her feet became aware of my hard on and she started rubbing me with her feet. Wayne had been casually playing with her breasts through her nightdress.

Wayne said to her that she was a naughty girl teasing her husband like that and he’d like my permission to punish her.

I laughed and asked what he had in mind.

“She needs spanking” said Wayne.

Neither Anne or I were particularly into spanking, but neither had it ever been a turn off. Without actually getting my permission, he pulled her over his lap and whacked her arse with his hand. It landed pretty much perfectly and Anne jumped. The second one really caught her and she wriggled trying to get off from across his lap. He held her firm and administered a few more. As her arse was facing me at this point I could see his handprint had been left by one or two of the thwacks. He soothed her bum after a particularly hard smack that had caused Anne to cry out.

“Now go and use your mouth on him, not your feet or I’ll just carry on” he said.

I think the sudden change in Wayne deciding to be assertive, surprised both myself and Anne.

I wasn’t quite sure at this attempt at role reversal between Wayne and me but went with it at the time.

Anne shuffled around to me and pulled my cock out of my boxers.

While giving me a blow job, Wayne who'd been watching intently, came up behind her, pulling her knickers down and started fucking her from behind.

It actually ruined the blow job as the moment Wayne was in her pussy, my cock was in danger of serious injury from her teeth. Instead, she held onto it against her face which was planted in my groin. I held her arms firmly as he slammed into her till he came.

Anne had come so many times. Of course, once he'd come in her pussy again, I had to put my cock there to enjoy that feeling only a sperm injected lubricant from someone else can provide. I switched Anne around, telling her to that she had made his cock dirty and had to clean it.  As Anne started to lick his cock and balls, managing to take all of it in her mouth as it softened, I deposited another load into her.

Wayne, surprisingly, actually went back to his hotel that night, asking if we'd mind if he returned maybe in the morning. I said sure, if he wanted it wouldn't be an issue.

I suspected his wife was going to call him, checking up on him. I suppose he could always say he was entertaining clients in the evenings.

In bed, Anne and I talked more about the days events and the possible events to come.

We laughed about the spanking. Anne confessed that she did actually enjoy it, even the pain of it…but being dominated was the thing that really took her over the edge.

I asked her what she would do if we both started telling her to do different things at the same time? Opposite things? Would she still do what he asked?

She laughed and said she only had one husband, I would always be her only boss.

My ego, satisfied at her answer, and we continued to talk.

I was trying to work out how many loads she had taken in the last 24 hours or so. It was about 9. Plus one in her mouth. 10.

She giggled at the figure. “OMG, 10!.Am I bad?

“Yes, you are.”

“I must be, I’m not even sore down there”

“You might be by tomorrow night.”