I awoke next morning without the hangover I’d expected to wake up with. The memory of the nights event gained momentum rapidly in my thoughts.

Anne was out cold, looking beautiful but very much like she’d been fucked silly all night. Which of course, she had been. Looking at her, still asleep, I reminded myself that her pussy, my Annes beautiful, precious pussy had taken four pretty damn large loads of sperm in the last 9-10 hours or so and I had witnessed it all first hand, her multiple and full bloodied  screaming orgasms.

I wondered how she would feel today? We had really gone for it in terms of what we planned to do now, with Wayne. Would she still want to do all she had agreed to just hours earlier?

Fuck…did I still want her to?

She had clearly loved the feeling of a really exceptionally fat cock, something I know she’d never experienced before. Would doing what we said we would do today be crossing a line and even be risky for our marriage? Looking at her now, I could still remember the look on her face as she was being pounded by Wayne, the way she allowed him to snog her without restriction, the way she looked as she orgasmed from his sperm spurting deep inside her. Especially the second time. Right here. Right where she lay right now, on our marital bed.

I actually felt a twinge of fear. Fear because replaying all the different moments in my head was once again actually causing my dick to harden rapidly. It was like it had returned in a time warp to when it was a teenager, and the speed of recovery was almost instant.

It hardened still further when I suddenly recalled her words, something that I’d never experienced in our previous encounter. She’d used his name. “OOOOH WAYNE. FUCK ME WAYNE, OMG OMG COME IN ME WAYNE. COME IN MEEEE.

The words sort of made it a bit more personal, the use of his name whilst orgasming. I’d only ever heard her shout out my own name. But hadn’t I, just a short while before, encouraged her to do just that? To let go, to say out loud, scream out loud just what she was thinking, feeling, wanting?

I knew she would wake up at almost any second - our body clocks were quite in tune with each others after so many years together. She’d likely look to immediate guidance / instruction from me…and if there wasn’t any, she’d likely adopt the approach that it was just fantasy that had gotten out of control and she had no intention of really wanting him to fuck her alone, all day while I was out at work.

I was jolted back to the reality of the here and now by the slightly clumsy opening of Waynes bedroom door, and the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. Anne stirred almost immediately.

I reached over and held her tightly, planting little kisses all over her face. “Morning sleepyhead, you look soooo beautiful. Stay there, I’m going to make you a coffee.”

”Mmmm…yes please.” Just as I was opening our door to go down, Annes said “I love you you know.” I went back to the bed and kissed her telling her that I loved her too, always. Just hearing those words from her, the way she said them made me feel great, I knew all would be ok no matter what happened or didn’t happen.

As I was waiting for the kettle to boil, Wayne came downstairs.

“Hey, morning. I was going to take a shower but don’t know where you keep the towels so I thought I’d wait till you guys were up” he said.

We started to chat as if nothing at all had happened last night when I said “listen, let me just take this up to Anne, I’ll be back in a minute so we can have a quick chat before she’s up and about.”

When I got back downstairs I asked Wayne how he felt about last night - the answer was obviously along the lines of “fantastic, feeling so lucky, what a woman, what a wife you have, love it if you’d ever consider including him again, discretion assured 100% etc etc etc.” He said all the right stuff. Clever man.

I asked him what his plans were for the day.

“Well I was going to call in and cancel a couple of meetings I have because I just don’t feel like going in to be honest, and there’s nothing that important today. Why?”

Just wanted to know if you wanted to chill for a bit?” I said.

“The only problem is, I have to get to my hotel and attend to a few bits, need a change of clothes, the Mrs might call and stuff, but once that’s done, I’m free, I could be back by midday, what’re you thinking mate?”

“Yeah that sounds cool, do that, see you back here then”.

Wayne decided to have his shower at the hotel and left.

I still hadn’t decided on exactly what I was going to do….but I knew I’d already decided something was going to happen.

When I got back upstairs to Anne, she asked if Wayne had left. I told her he unfortunately had to go but would give me a call later tonight - he wanted to thank her for such a great night.

I told her I’d rearranged my own work stuff so we could spend a bit of time together this morning and just talk. We snuggled up together and started talking about last night. Of course she asked if I was serious about what I had said, about him fucking her on his own and all that.

I asked her if she was serious when she’d agreed to it and we both started laughing, agreeing that some of the stuff was a bit OTT.

“A bit?“ said Anne giggling. ”You were basically ready to make me his sex slave whenever he wanted”

“ And you were absolutely ready to be, you totally agreed” I replied joining in her laughter.

Importantly, we both admitted the night was fun and very very erotic. Anne made a point in saying she would never ever do stuff like that outside of our marriage - meaning without my consent or knowledge.

“But did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Yes”.

Did you enjoy the thickness of his cock?”

This time there was a pause before she said “Yes…it just felt…different…I felt him really stretching me down there”. I just felt so naughty, letting him have me like that next to you, on our bed. A man I’d only met a few hours before, it felt so wrong but I knew he wanted me”

“Did that turn you on?” I asked.

Anne almost whispered her answer “yes”.

“Be truthful hun, would you have liked it if I had sent him into bed with you before he left?”

She told me that while I was making her a coffee, she was wondering what she should do if I had decided to do that. She claimed she didn’t know, she hadn’t had enough time to think clearly since she woke up. She said she would’ve felt too dirty to do anything as she needed a shower.

I didn’t say it, but I took that as a yes.

We fucked without the shower. My mind was thinking of all the possibilities, of the different potential scenarios that could still unfold later…but I didn’t share any with Anne.

After I’d showered, Anne went to take hers.

I took that time alone and made my decision. On the one hand I needed to see everything that would happen. I knew that ideally I wanted to record everything but there was no way I could do all that in the time I had. I made a mental note to address that in the future though.

But, on the other hand, once again, just the thought of Anne having sex with another man and me NOT knowing everything she and he would do was an incredible turn on for me.

I’d have to enjoy her replaying it for me, step by step, in her words.

Ok, it’s happening I thought.

I called Wayne and asked if he was still planning on being here by12 and he said yes. I’ll be back about then myself I told him.

Anne came out of the bathroom and was drying her hair. She’d laid out a nice dress on the bed and underwear. I said I was still feeling really horny and could she add stockings to her outfit? I was nipping out to get my bits of work done but wouldn’t be long, I’d be back for midday, did she need anything from the shops etc?

“Pick up some milk, we’re nearly out” she said and I left.

I watched from a distance as Waynes car pulled up at about 11.50 am. I just knew he’d be early. I rang Anne within a few minutes.

“Where are you? Waynes here”  Anne said in a distinctly nervous voice.

“Oh ok, won’t be long, do me a favour, go to my desk see if there’s a brown file on it, let me know.

On my desk there was only an envelope with Annes name on it, and inside:

Darling

Go downstairs, stand in front of him, hold your finger to your lips and say ssshhhh.

Don’t let him talk or ask you anything.

Take your dress or whatever you’re wearing off, slowly.

Leave your underwear on.

Let him look at you.

Take his hand and lead him upstairs to our bed.

I know you’ll be nervous but do it right NOW please.

I love you darling.

I’ll see you at 3. X

Anne returned to the phone.

“Did you read it” I asked.

“….Erm…yes”

”Are you wearing stockings by any chance?”

“Yes …but….”

“Just listen to me darling, I want you to do this for me, it’s really really turning me on. Please, right now…and hun..”

“What?”

“Be really dirty, let go. It’s what I want so no guilt.”

I quietly entered the house at 12.15 and straight away heard Annes moans of pleasure from upstairs.

Going into the lounge I saw her dress across the sofa.

I knew she’d have the stockings/suspenders on that I had requested.

If I wasn’t excited enough as it was, this combined with her moans from upstairs took me to within a fraction of coming without even having to feel my cock.

I moved to the stairs and climbed up silently, avoiding the known occasional creaks from some steps.

I’d only got up 3-4 steps when I heard a huge “AAAAARRRGGGHHHH” from Anne. I knew he was in her. OOOH …YOU’RE GONNA TO TEAR ME IN HALF… OOH OOH OOH

YESS YESS….OOOH WAYNE….

I paused, absorbing the aural pornography unknowingly playing for my benefit. I realised the door must be open or at least partially open as every sound seemed crystal clear, almost as if I was in the room with them - or so I thought. I soon realised it wasn’t the case.  I climbed another step and sat.

AAARRHHH  AAARRHHH YESSSS… OMG….YESSSSSS and then came the sounds of Anne coming, sounds I cannot begin to spell out, but her orgasm must’ve gone on for a while.

The sounds went on and on.

I really began regretting things, certainly regretting not being in the room so I could see, but at times for allowing it to happen at all. Then there were periods in which I knew Wayne was saying things to her that I couldn’t quite make out. I speculated that his mouth must be close to her ear and he was sort of whispering things to her as he fucked her. A few times I heard Anne say something back but again it wasn’t quite audible. She said ok and yes but not the yes of an orgasm yes.

“Come here, sit on me baby” I heard Wayne say. The sound of shuffling on the bed…followed by Anne once again OH YESSS,

Wayne: You fuck me now..c’mon…fuck my cock…fuck it baby…

OOOHHH OOHHH OOHHH

“Do you like my cock?”

“MMMM…AAHHH AAHHH”

“I said do you like my cock?”

“Yes”

“Tell me you like it”

“Yes I like it”

“TELL ME”

“AAARGHHH AAARGHH OOOH WAYNE OOOHHH OOOHHH”

“TELL ME!”

“YESSS I LIKE IT….YESSS I LIKE IT… FUCK ME WITH IT WAYNE…FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK…AAAARRRGHHHH

Wayne: Oh shit …I’m gonna come….UUURRGHHH UUURRGHHHH

Anne: OOOOHHHH YESSSSS…COME IN ME BABY….OH YESSSS….GIVE IT TO MEEE  COME IN MEEEE… OOOOOH WAYNE…..

And then the sound of kissing. Lots of kissing, which for some reason was beginning to annoy me.

Wayne: Wow….I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as you make me come….

Anne: Really?

Wayne: Yeah….I’m gonna have to fuck you every day if I’m allowed…I can’t get enough of your pussy, would you be ok with that?

Kissing sounds. Again.

I couldn’t make out Annes reply, but there was something being said as an answer.

There was a lull in activity, the post-coitus conversation wasn’t really that audible but went on for some time. I think these are the things I found most challenging, the intimacy of those moments. I hadn’t accounted for that. Was she laying across him, nuzzling into him? Was she gently playing with his cock while she lay across his chest?

Of the parts I could hear:

Wayne: Do you do anal..I’d love to fuck your arse.

Anne: I’ve done it, I do like it but there’s no way in a million years this things getting in there…I’d need surgery afterwards. The both laughed. I could hear them kissing again.

I felt uneasy. Almost a bit queazy It was all a bit too intimate.

I’d only really thought about them fucking, not chatting about it all.

‘Here, hop up here, I want to taste you” I heard Wayne say. “Suck me while I taste you, get me ready again”

Ten minutes later they were fucking again.

They’d been at it for almost the full 3 hours.

It was time for me to “arrive” and I made my way upstairs and entered our bedroom while Anne was in full cry….as was Wayne.

“AAARRGH AAARGHH OOOHHH FUCK ME WAYNE…YESSS OHH WAYNE ….UUGHHH…OMG WAYNE….

“TELL ME YOUR PUSSYS MINE…TELL ME ITS MINE…..TELL ME…”

“AAAGHH OOH WAYNE….YESSS YESSS WAYNE….OMG

She looked over at me, it threw her. But Wayne was driving into her with such force, she was mid orgasm.

Wayne was definitely unnerved when he realised I was there, a good few seconds after Anne had, and he rolled off her saying, “phew…let’s have a break. You ok mate?”

Anne was indeed in her suspenders but her bra was on the floor, her hair dishevelled. She jumped up almost guiltily and putting her arms around my neck kissed me hard saying she loved me.

“Looks like you’ve both been having fun, has it been good?

“Fantastic mate” said Wayne.

“You hun?” I asked Anne

“Yes, It’s been good darling, thank you” and kissed me again.

“It looks as though Waynes not done yet, don’t leave him like that or I might have to send you back with him to make sure he’s satisfied.”

They both looked at me and laughed a little nervously before Wayne chirped up that he’d been asking her all afternoon if he could do that, but she said I’d have to ask you”

“Well, I’ll think about that, but finish him off for now hun, I’ll be downstairs.

Downstairs, although I could hear they were still having sex, the volume had been lowered considerably by both.

15 minutes later Wayne came down, perhaps satisfied, perhaps not, but dressed. Two minutes after him Anne came in with a silky gown on and asked if we wanted a drink. We both said yes and as she went into the kitchen I shouted out “and lose the gown baby”.

Wayne and I indulged in some small talk but there seemed to be a slightly awkward feel to things initially. Anne returned with our drinks wearing only her suspender belt and stockings, no knickers and sat next to me on the couch, curling up into me.

“So what’re your plans for the rest of the day mate?” I asked Wayne.

He said he was going to head back to the hotel, he’d be there for another three days yet, but nothing planned really.

“Did you enjoy fucking my wife?”

Wayne actually went a bit red at the suddenness of my question but recovered to say that she was simply the best.

“Did you enjoy Wayne fucking you hun?” I asked Anne?”

Anne, going redder than Wayne had, quietly just said “Yes”.

Ok, I said laughing, don’t know why you look so embarrassed, that’s cool.

I asked Wayne if he’d come just before he came down and he said “not quite”.

I looked round at Anne and said, go and sit with him hun, I told you to never leave a man in that state”

Anne went over to him and sat across his lap. As our American friends would say, they made out for a while.

Waynes hands were feeling her tits and her pussy, and while he kissed her, she brought his cock upright.

Finally mounting him, face to face, they fucked, Annes nipples clamped by his mouth, not as loudly or as vociferously as before but they were definitely both getting there again.

By the time Wayne left a few hours later, all was well, the conversation was easy again. Anne remained naked in all that time.

ANNES STORY TO ME, 1st Edition.

She told me that she didn’t even know whether to let him in when he got there. She’d put on her full lingerie under her dress for me and felt honestly shocked seeing him there.

She’d shown him into the lounge and went to the kitchen to make a coffee when I rang.

She was stunned when she read my note. She really didn’t think she could do what I asked and she was shaking when she went back into the lounge to him.

Everything we’d done before was when we’d had loads of alcohol, but she was sober, it was daylight and she said she felt really really nervous.

She said she did everything exactly as I said and Wayne had a huge grin on his face as she undressed. He must have thought I’d prepared myself just for him.

She admitted she got wet doing it though.

Taking a man upstairs to our bedroom, alone, dressed like I was, I felt like I was cheating on you. Wayne had told her she looked stunning and he was going to fuck the arse off her.

She said he sat on the edge of the bed and she was standing in front of him, he was feeling her pussy before he took her knickers off, swapped places and went down on her straight away.

He stripped off and lifted her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his dick over her pussy, put a bit of it in at first… and then just lunged into her.

She said he fucked in lots of different positions and admitted she came a lot and he’d put a finger up her arse a few times.

When I asked her if she was shouting out loud she just said “ sometimes I was”

I asked her if he said anything to her while he was fucking her and, looking embarrassed said “you heard what he was saying”.

I said I meant earlier.This was when she floundered quite a bit, needing lots of encouragement to recall and tell me.

She said he told her he wanted to fuck her everyday and wanted her to spend a night with him at his hotel.

Although Anne told me the above, she left out quite a bit of what I had heard myself. I don’t know if it was intentional or was it just that for Anne, unlike me, it was hard to recall and retell every movement made, every word said on command?

If it was intentional, it suggested guilt in some format. Or perhaps worry that by revealing things that were said might hurt me, that I’d be angry about. Over a little time, Anne would suddenly share something with me she had not mentioned previously, saying she just remembered and didn’t ever want me to feel she would ever not tell me something as a choice.

Once I’d systematically gone through all I’d heard / knew and compared it to what I was told, I couldn’t really come up with a valid reason to feel Anne was somehow being untruthful to me, or that she was intentionally not telling me certain things.

When I finally asked if she would like him to fuck her again or even to spend a whole night at his hotel, she was very reluctant to just say yes and didn’t. But again, significantly, she didn’t say no either.

Was I - rightfully or quite wrongly - analysing things too deeply?

Surely It was just sex?

It had turned me on…and it had turned Anne on. Massively.

Wayne was still going to be at his hotel for another three days this month. Of course there was always the following month.

This had been the very first time Anne had been fucked without me even being in the house - well, officially anyway.

That same evening I played with the possibility of letting Wayne enjoy her at his hotel the next night, all the time wary of having taken things too far already.

As it turned out, the short term decision was made for me by Annes pussy. It had puffed up, swollen and sore even to a touch. Basically it was too delicate for such industrial use.

Anne did reveal more and more over time, adamant that she’d either thought she’d told me or only just remembered, that it hadn’t ever been intentional not telling me something.

This wasn’t the end of the time with Wayne though. It went on for a few months - with a completly separate, brief encounter with someone else along the way - before both Anne and I jointly called a permanent halt to things with him.

If there’s sufficient interest I may post more of what happened, but if it has run its course, thank you all so much for reading.