Read part one for background to this.

Greg was soon asleep.  I lay digesting what he had said.  Seriously?  Was that what he wanted, for another man to fuck me while he watched?  And bareback?  If porn is to believed, being cuckolded is a common fantasy, but was it just that?  A fantasy?

I had realised my fantasy, a cum shower, which I had enjoyed.  But apart from being coated from head to foot with their gentlemen's relish, there had been no physical contact.  I had not even shaken the donor’s hands, let alone their cocks.  Nor had I sucked any, let alone allowed them near the well defended fortress of my cunt.  And yet there it was, his fantasy.

It was several days before the subject came up again and it was me who raised it, it had been haunting me.

“What you said the other night, about you wanting to watch me being fucked.  Were you serious?”

He gave a one word reply,

“Yes.”

“Would our relationship survive it?”

“It survived watching six blokes come all over you, it's survived your little extramarital activities.”

“And yours.”

“And mine.”

We had both played away since we had been married.  Literally.  Very occasionally, we both had to be away from home on business.  We had an agreement that if the opportunity arose, we should take it.  But we would tell, and make the telling part of our foreplay when we re-affirmed our relationship.  In other words, it would be fuck-fuel.  But it had always been safe sex, this would mean having another man's little swimmers in my cunt.  I was on the pill, but there were other risks.

“Did you have a particular sperm donor in mind.”

“Possibly.  How about you?”

“You first.  Who?  Do I know him?”

“Lucas.”

My heart skipped a beat.  I had only met him once, he was gorgeous.  Yes, I would fuck him.

“Does he know?”

“No.  But he is single, available and fucks whoever will have him.”

I said that if he was up for it, so was I.  Only Greg knew how he set it up, I'll let him tell it.

Greg's story.

Lucas was a member of my squash club.  I played once a week after work.  He was towards the bottom of the rankings, I was towards the top.  He had never beaten me, but he was getting better.  Despite our age difference, we were mates.  We usually had coffee together after the game, whether we played each other or others.  He was tall, athletic, mixed race and women drooled over him.  He made good use of it.  I had also seen his cock in the showers.  Flaccid of course, but still impressive.

We were having our coffee.

“It was close today.”

He said.

“Yes, but I still won.”

“Next time…”

“We'll see.”

We sipped, I changed the subject.

“All these one night stands that you enjoy, I presume that you use condoms?

“Absolutely, Russian Roulette does not appeal”

“Have you ever fucked someone bareback?”

“Once.  I was a bit drunk, I had an anxious couple of weeks afterwards.  Never again.”

“You don't know what you're missing.  Tell you what, if you beat me next time, I'll let you fuck my wife, bareback.  That should give you the incentive to beat me.”

He assumed that I was joking.

“I'll hold you to that, he said, thrash the arse of you on court and fuck the arse off your wife in your bed.  You can watch.”

We laughed about it.  It was as easy as that.  I told Sandy about my plan.  If she agreed, all I had to do, was lose a squash match.  If she didn't agree, and I lost, I would say that it was a wind-up.

“So it's a win-win for him if I agree?”

“He’s going to beat me eventually anyway, he has improved a lot, he is younger and faster.  And I will get my sloppy seconds.”

“You'd better lose then.”

Losing was not difficult, Lucas didn't suspect.  Over coffee, I asked him when he wanted to claim his prize.  He nearly spilled his coffee.

“I thought you were joking.”

“I'm a man of my word, I honour my depts.  Don't you fancy her then?”

“Are you kidding?  She's gorgeous.”

“This Saturday then.  Come for dinner and let's see what develops.  You are still clean, I assume?”

He nodded and said,

“What's in it for you”

“Sloppy seconds.”

“Dirty old sod.”

“Not so much of the old.”

Saturday arrived.  We had prepared a light meal, the main event was the sex, we wanted to stay sharp.  Lucas arrived at the appointed time, earlier that we normally eat, carrying a bunch of roses for Sandy.  We had a white wine to break the ice, then the meal.  Sandy wore a short, figure-hugging dress showing a lot of leg and a lot of tit.  The dress was short enough to show stocking tops unless she was standing still, and flesh if she bent down, which she did a lot of.  Each bend not only revealed thigh, but the top was so low that her tits were in danger of spilling out.

I had a raging hard-on and I imagine, Lucas was in the same condition.  She was very attentive to him.

Nobody seemed hungry, we skipped dessert.  And coffee.  Instead, we moved to the lounge part of our lounge/diner to finish our wine.  Sandy and Lucas on the sofa, me in a chair.  But the wine was left untouched, as soon as they were seated, Sandy was chewing his face off.  I was shocked.  Kissing?  They were supposed to fuck, not kiss.  But there they were, snogging like teenagers.

Her hand moved to the large ridge of high pressure that was making a bid to escape his trousers, his hand moved it her tit, popping it out of the dress.  He broke the kiss so that he could suck the exposed nipple.  Sandy looked at me with raised eyebrows, nodded down at the promising bulge and silently mouthed,

“What the..?”

It was time to move the action to the bedroom.  They each took their glass, I brought up the rear with the bottle.  In the bedroom, outer clothes were swiftly discarded, revealing Sandy's carefully chosen underwear.  A bra that lifted and pushed her tits together, but still with one hanging out, a thong and holdups.  They soon followed the dress onto the floor.

Lucas pushed his pants and underpants down in one and struggled out of them.  His cock sprang free.  It was impressive slack.  Erect, it was scary.  Sandy didn't seem to think so, she went down onto her knees and sucked the monster into her mouth.  I know from very enjoyable past experience, that this can very quickly lead to a happy ending for me. But that was not my plan, my plan was to see Sandy being fucked, then to fuck her myself, if Lucas unloaded into her mouth…. Well I had no plan B.

Sandy seemed to have forgotten the plot.  Fortunately, Lucas had not.  He held Sandy by her shoulders and practically lifted her off, pushing her backwards onto the bed.  She shuffled up so that her head was on the pillow.  Lucas struggled out of his clothes and lay beside her, but leaning over her.  There was more kissing, Lucas fondled her tits with one hand, showering them with kisses and sucking the nipples.

I was by now naked.  I sat on the edge of the bed, cock in hand, wanking gently.  Any more would mean losing more than my mojo.  Lucas was heading south with his kisses.  Not satisfied with kissing Sandy's upper mouth, he was about to kiss the lower one.  Both mouths previously considered my domain.  I really hadn't thought this through, all I had visualised was the fucking.

But common sense prevailed.  Foreplay is an indispensable part of sex, there is more to it than cock in cunt.  On the odd occasion when I had played away from home, there had been kissing, cock sucking and cunt licking.  Besides, if Lucas ever got round to fucking her, I would be pushing my cock into a cunt full of his cum, that is about as intimate as it gets, short of gay sex.

Lucas soon had my wife screaming with pleasure as her orgasm hit.  He positioned himself between her thighs ready to enter her with his cunt-stretcher of a cock.  It was Sandy who remembered my stipulation, that I needed to have a clear, close-up view of the penetration.

“From behind,” she gasped.  “Fuck me from behind.”

She rolled onto her front and raised her arse for him.  And for me.  My plan was for me to be underneath, with a clear view of proceedings.  Lucas had been informed of this and had agreed, but in the height of passion, had forgotten.  He now remembered and allowed me to position myself.

I was so close that I could barely focus.  I could smell Sandy's arousal, and Lucas's as his mighty purple glans parted my wife's welcoming pout.  Then it was inside her.  She groaned as he entered and kept on groaning as the juggernaut gained entry, stretching her.  That was it.  All the way in, his heavy balls against her.

Lucas must have been as desperate for release as I was, he fucked her hard and fast, then stopped abruptly.  As I had hoped, his balls seemed to lift and the thick ridge on the underside of his cock pulsed as his spunk pumped into her.

It was done.  End of part one.  Now it was my turn.  Lucas remembered his instructions, he stayed inside Sandy, plugging her until I was in position to take over.  My cock was dripping pre-cum.  I pulled my foreskin right back.  When I entered her, I wanted nothing between the lava filled cauldron of Sandy's cunt and my bursting cock head.

Lucas slowly withdrew, his cock still hard.  I moved into position as quickly as I could, but a blob of thick white spunk was escaping from Sandy's gape.  I collected it with my cock and pushed it back in.

I had fucked Sandy wet on several occasions, wet with my spunk as I went for seconds.  This was different.  She was wet with another man's spunk.  It felt wonderful.  I will never know how I stopped myself from coming.  In up to my balls, I stayed still, relishing the heat, feeling the little clasps of her cunt, greedy for more.

I leaned forward and murmered,

“Want more spunk do you?  Slut?

Sandy whimpered and replied,

“Please master, give it to me, I need it.”

I managed a few careful stokes, but the build up of pressure from three days celibacy, aided by the unbelievably erotic scene that I had just witnessed, was too powerful.  I rammed her at full speed, roaring as my hot spunk flooded into her.

I stayed hard inside her.  We both like this feeling, her cunt gently clasping my cock, my cock responding by swelling inside her.  A kind of genital morse code.  But this time, I felt Lucas's hand on my shoulder.  He was ready for more.  Already?  Oh to be young again.  A third load dumped into my wife?  She would love that.  I reluctantly withdrew, Lucas took my place.

I lay on my back, sticky cock still stiff, watching Sandy's tits swing in rhythm to Lucas's thrusts.  Slower now, more controlled.  He reached forward for her tits, stilling them.  I suddenly realised that we were using her simply as a sex toy. She had orgasmed when Lucas licked her, but not with a cock inside her.  I had climaxed once, Lucas was well on his way to his second.  I reached down to where Lucas's thick piston was pumping Sandy's cylinder, conscious that what I had in mind would involve touching his cock, and found her neglected clit.

She leaned over and kissed me, a gesture of thanks.  I brought her off as Lucas fucked her.  He grunted as his second helping spurted into her.  I was rock hard again, or perhaps still, wanking Sandy with one hand and myself with the other.  Could I manage a second round so soon?  I was hard enough, but was the tank replenished enough?

Sandy made the decision for me.  As soon as Lucas withdrew, she straddled me, guiding my cock to the swamp that was her cunt and lowering herself onto it.  Cowgirl.  One of our favourites.  My hands are free to roam and roam they did, tits, buttocks were thoroughly roamed.  I did something that she loves, pushed the middle two fingers of each hand into her cunt alongside my cock, stretching her wide.  Then I pushed a finger into her arsehole.  She came immediately.  I was not far behind, surprising myself with the violence of me orgasm.

Sandy rolled off panting and lay between Lucas and myself.  I raised myself on my elbows and looked at Lucas, could he manage a third coming?  He was stroking his erect cock, but made no move to try for the hat-trick.  It was time for refreshments.  I refilled our glasses.  Sandy sat up, leaning back on the headboard, but left her legs splayed, spunk oozing from her ravished cock put, knowing exactly what she was doing.  Inviting more.

It was having the desired effect.  Two cocks were showing interest.  But I had come twice, normally my limit except in exceptional circumstances.  This was exceptional, but I thought that it was too soon.  Lucas had also come twice.  A younger fitter man, but surely not fit enough for a third?  Sandy began to gently masturbate, paddling in our combined gunge.  It was too much for Lucas. He knelt between her spread thighs, pulled her down into the lying position and mounted her again, this time in missionary.

Even for him, it was an effort, sweat dropped onto Sandy's already sweaty tits as he pounded her.  She encouraged him,

“Give it to me, all of it.  Every drop of your hot spunk.  Shoot it in my cunt.”

Lucas duly obliged.  I had the last dance.  I couldn't resist.  My cock met no resistance as it slid easily into Sandy's very well lubricated fuck hole.  It felt like I came, eventually.  Whether it was a dry come, I will never know, but it felt like there was something.

Sandy went into the bathroom and we heard the shower start.  Lucas dressed.  I thanked him for his efforts.  He replied,

“It was a pleasure mate.  Any time, I'll come running.”

I showed him out.

In bed later, I was nestled behind Sandy, spooning. I put my lips to her ear and said softly,

“Six loads in your greedy cunt.  Cumslut.”

“You arranged it, procurer.”

“Spunk bucket.”

“Pimp.”

We lay quietly.  Not sleeping, me reliving the evening.  I whispered,

“Penny for them.”

She replied,

“I was wondering how double penetration would feel.”