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At The Conference Ch. 02

By: lucy54



I woke with a start and lay in bed disoriented. Then it all came rushing back; Christ what have we done. What have I done?

I had an urgent need to go to the toilet so I got up and relieved myself. While in the bathroom, I got myself ready for the second day of the conference and returned to the bedroom to get dressed.

Angie was still sleeping she was lying on her side. Her black hair tumbling over the pillow made her look sexy. I had this thing in my mind that I didn't really want to face her just then so I went down to breakfast.

In the restaurant, I sat and pondered on last nights events. I have never had any real strong fantasies about sharing my wife with another man or even a threesome; yes, I've read the stories but never really wanted to do it or take part. In any case, I always thought the stories were just that, stories, written by people for titillation.

However, last night was a complete revelation. How and why did it happen? What possessed me to allow a complete stranger use my wife and do nothing to prevent it?

Having said that why, did Angie allow it?

I felt disgusted with myself and really thought I'd let Angie down and at sometime today our marriage will disintegrate. However, a picture remained in my head, which wouldn't go away the scene of Angie and the way she had come, the way her body responded to HIS taking of her. The scene was electrifying and printed forever in my brain.

It then occurred to me I might bump into Sid. He could be in the restaurant. In a panic, I stood up and looked about the room, but he wasn't there. I had this sudden dread of having to face him with the knowledge that he'd had my wife, the thought of saying, "how did you like my wife last night" made a sickening feeling in my gut.

I finished my full English breakfast and gulped down my coffee. I returned to our room, butterflies dancing in my stomach, I was so apprehensive when I entered; not knowing what Angie's response was going to be.

I looked at my watch to discover it was time to go down and meet the taxi provided to take me to and from the conference venue. 

Angie was up and sitting on the bed. I closed the door.

"Morning," I said trying to sound up beat. We looked at each other, I smile saying, "You okay?"

Angie was wearing her dressing gown, "Yes, I'm fine," she replied meekly, "I wanted to see you before you went off to the conference."

"Oh, you were still sleeping and as we were late last night I thought you'd like to lie in, sorry."

Angie went to the mirror and started to comb her hair.

"Well I'd better be off the taxi will be waiting. Are you going shopping today?"

"Yes, that's what you want isn't it."

"I want you to look good, like you used too."

"What time will you be back?" I could feel the atmosphere building between us.

"About five, why don't you look for a nice dress for the ball tomorrow night?"

"Okay."

I was angry. Angry with my self mostly, last night had put even more strain on our marriage whether intentionally or not. I was also angry with Sid for his part in putting us in this position.

The conference as with all conferences was a complete bore. How do these speakers manage to waffle on about nothing for hours on end and then go on to justify what they've said?

On and off through out the day I thought about Angie and what we allowed to happen last night. Reminiscing soon gave me a mild erection, which stayed with me for the rest of the day. Also, as the day went on, I slowly warmed to the idea of what happened last night finding it truly exciting; the effect on me was more than I ever thought possible. 

In the taxi back to the hotel, I decided I'd take Angie to a show or a film to get her away from possibly meeting with Sid again. However, he had mentioned this was his last night in London.

I really didn't think it was a good idea to allow it to happen again.

I entered our room to find Angie rummaging through the shopping bags that were scattered across the bed; some had even fallen to the floor. Angie was dressed in some of her new clothes and she looked amazing.

"Hi, Angie looks like you've done a fair amount of shopping today, that credit card must be nearly to its limit?"

"Hi, Peter have you had a nice day?" she asked still rummaging through the bags.

"Look it's just after five thirty shall we have an early dinner and then go off and see a film or a show?"

Angie stopped what she was doing and looked at me aghast, then she smiled, "That would be great."

"Come on then let's get a move on. I'll just go and have a shower."

Fifteen minutes later I was out of the shower, shaved and part dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Angie was standing beside the bed; she'd just stepped into a black dress and was pulling it up her legs when I saw her underwear. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders with black short style panties. As she stood up pulling the dress up over her thighs, I saw her small breasts supported on a platform bra her nipples part erected

Then I got the shock of my life when I saw the two hickeys on her right breast. Angie then put her arms through the narrow straps and palmed her dress down and making little adjustments to it before reaching back and pulled the zip up that made the dress pull mildly tight across her breasts. This made the material form round the contours of her upper body in a rather sexy delicate manner.

"Wow, you look gorgeous, Angie." I blurted out.

"Thank you. I got the dress this afternoon plus all of this," she said waving her arm over the bed.

"Did you get something for tomorrow night?"

"No not yet, I've seen something though I will pick it up in the morning." She moved away from the bed with her makeup bag heading for the bathroom when I had another shock. As she passed me, I saw she had another two hickeys on the neck very low down.

As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock grow as I realised that Sid had truly enjoyed fucking my wife.

Ten minutes later, we were walking through the hotel. I was on cloud nine as I could see men staring at my wife – I was on an ego trip that went through the sound barrier.

In the restaurant, we met the same waitress as last night. She showed us to the same table and I watched her looking at my wife. She smiled saying, "Looks like you've been shopping again?"

Angie showed off her new dress, "What do you think?" She did twirl and faced us with a childish smile. Angie had capped off her outfit with a silk pink scarf round her neck - an addition to hide the obvious marks.

"Wow you look good, so sexy."

"Thanks, I got it this afternoon, haven't a clue where I was though so don't ask. All I know was I got off the tube at Oxford Street."

"It looks expensive?" the waitress asked glancing at me.

"It was, very." They both laughed and the waitress took our order.

After a minute or two of silence I said, "Look, Angie I'm sorry about last night." Angie looked at her drink and remained quiet, "I don't know what else to say."

Angie looked at me, "I feel dirty and I've badly let you down."

"How," I asked genuinely, "I don't think you have?"

"I've let you down because I did nothing to stop him."

"Nor did I come to that."

"Yes I know but you did at least challenge him. I did nothing but lay there and let him have me," she added rather timidly.

"That's true I suppose," I conceded, "We both could've stopped it at anytime but we didn't did we." I hesitated; the one question that had been plaguing me all day suddenly came to the fore. My throat became dry and I blurted out, "Did you enjoy it?"

Angie blushed scarlet. The look on her face was total embarrassment. She didn't know where to put her face.

"Be honest with me, Angie," I added prompting her.

"I don't know my feelings are all mixed up," her voice was subdued and she looked down at her meal.

We fell silent. I didn't know what else to say to her. We ate our meal in that silence and it wasn't until she pushed her plate away practically empty that she spoke.

"Now that I'm a slut you won't want me anymore?" She spoke quietly the words full of anxiety. I watched her eyes tear up.

That hurt.

I'd never looked at it like that and I went on the defensive. "That's not true, Angie. I've been thinking about it all day. You're my wife; I love you just the same as I did before last night. As far as I'm concerned, it'll be an episode in our lives never to happen again.

"That's right, never to be repeated," Angie forced home. Then she asked, "But what about you, what are your feelings about it all you were there you saw everything?"

"Yes I did. To be brutally honest it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I watched my wife being taken." Angie looked at me astonished, mouth open in shock. "I know it sounds weird but I did, and the feeling of having you straight after was just incredible."

Angie's shot back, "But that's perverted, you enjoyed watching your wife being taken?"

"Yes, no it wasn't like that. The enjoyment comes from your pleasure. Knowing that the person was bringing you off, watching your expressions – you were beautiful."

"I was a slut!"

"If that's what you want to call it, but you're my slut." I paused taking a sip of my wine, "Angie it doesn't matter what we did last night or what you think you are, I still love you and always will."

"Really," Angie looked surprised at that.

"We've done something a lot of couples could never do. It proves our love and trust for each other can take this kind of trauma. If one of us had cheated on the other then obviously, it would mean a breakdown of that trust. Last night we did it together and managed to come out of it with our relationship in tact."

With our meal finished and the table cleared, Angie broke the mini silence that had fallen between us, "It doesn't change a thing, Peter I've committed adultery whether you were there or not and that makes me a slut."

"Well let me repeat the question, did you enjoy it?"

"He took me and made me climax if that's what you mean."

"Partly, but did you enjoy him fucking you?"

"He had a slightly different technique than you that made it exciting."

"You're not answering the question, Angie," I said finishing the last of my wine, "Did you enjoy it?"

Sheepishly she looked over at me, her face blushing, "I suppose if you put it altogether the whole experience was very pleasurable," she looked down into her hands, "Yes I did." Those last words were in a whisper.

"Come on, drink up let's go to the bar," I suggested.

Angie finished her drink and we both went into the bar to find an old guy playing the piano. The bar was rather subdued compared with last night, and was relatively empty with plenty of empty tables. I went to the bar, got another bottle of wine, and returned to the table to sit opposite Angie.

"Would you do it again?" I asked her.

Her eyes flashed at me, "No," she replied forcefully.

With that, I took her up on the dance floor and we started dancing to some blues. Last night had obviously had an affect on Angie and she was in no mood in allowing it to happen again. My own thoughts on the matter were one of pure excitement. I'd never dreamed of sharing Angie with anyone before yet last night I did it just that with no regrets. I thought the whole episode was brilliant. Watching Angie perform like that was just out of this world. I will never forget the look on Angie's face when Sid brought her off. Yes, I suppose Angie is right she is a slut but I still love her and always will. I was now wondering if she would do it again even though she'd just said no.

For the next couple of hours Angie and I continued to enjoy each other by dancing and in mild conversation at the table. We'd got through another bottle of red and just started another. We were dancing again, slowly moving round the floor with a few other couples who seemed to be enjoying the evening just as much as we were. Angie was holding me real close and the evening had turned out to be something of a romantic one. Both of us were enjoying each other's company, something we'd not done for quite sometime.

As we danced Angie put her head on my chest, it was a nice feeling and I suddenly remember that I was going to take her to see a show or something. I looked at my watch to discover it was just after nine and realised it was too late for a show. I went to whisper in Angie's ear to let her know when Sid suddenly appeared beside us.

"Hi, Pete do you mind if I break in here and take Angie round the floor?"

I looked at the old man, the balding head and narrow moustache. I hadn't noticed his yellowing teeth and I thought his beer gut had grown bigger since last night.

"Be my guest," I replied and stepped out of the way. Angie quickly glanced at me and then turned to Sid. She said nothing as he took her into his arms and started dancing.

I returned to our table, took a large gulp of wine and then sat to watch them dance. 

Sid was holding her close; his hands seemed to be everywhere running up and down her back caressing her.

Watching them dance to more slow tunes made me wonder whether Angie was going to allow anything to happen even though we'd both agreed that last night was a one off.

Angie suddenly broke away from him and returned to our table. She sat sliding along the bench seat so that she was in the middle of us.

Sid had followed her and sat opposite me, "So, you two had a good day?" Sid Asked.

"Not bad," I replied, "What about you?"

"Yeah okay, couldn't wait to bump into you guys again."

Angie remained quiet. I could see she wasn't very happy in meeting with Sid again.

Sid and I talked about business for a few minutes. However, the subject matter very quickly dried up and we fell silent.

Sid was itching to say something; he was fidgeting with his hands like a little boy wanting his new toy but didn't quite know how to ask for it.

The piano player stopped playing telling his audience that he was taking a twenty-minute break.

It was just after ten when Sid suddenly turned to us and asked, "So you guys want to come up for a drink?" I smiled inwardly at his expectations.

Angie looked at me eyes flashing.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Sid."

"Come on, it is my last night in London and you guys have been a great couple, what y' say?"

"Well I suppose we could go up to our room instead, and have a drink." I suggested.

"Fine by me," he replied his eagerness to leave the bar extremely evident, whilst his manner showed his expectations had suddenly grown enormously.

Sid smiled and eagerly got up from the table.

It was blatantly obvious he wanted to have the use of my wife again; but what of Angie and her thoughts? As I got up to let Angie out I took her hand and watched her expression to find nothing.

We walked to the elevator in silence. The atmosphere between us was tense I could sense the sexual expectation from Sid as he stood watching the floor numbers change. The silence remained with us until we entered our room and then Sid saw all the shopping bags, "Blimey someone's been shopping!"

Angie went straight into the bathroom.

"Yeah, Angie's been adding to her wardrobe while we're here in London, beer of wine, Sid?"

"Beer, please," Sid replied.

Opening the fridge, I passed him a can, took out two small bottles of red wine, and poured them out for both of us.

Taking the chair, I sat and waited. We were both sexually excited; I for one had a semi erection in my trousers.

We waited for Angie to return and while we did neither of us took up conversation but one could feel the sexual tension was growing thicker by the second. Then Angie came out of the bathroom. It had seemed an age before she reappeared. When she did, she looked a picture in her little black dress, black shoes and stockings. She picked up her wine and then sat on the bed next to Sid.

Sid drank some beer and then placed the can onto the chest of drawers in front of him.

"Well I think we know why we're here – shall we." He said getting up and standing in front of her.

"Angie?" I asked.

Sid looked down at her. Angie looked over at me her large dark eyes pleading with me but she never spoke a word. Then she turned away and looked down at her lap.

Sid stood there waiting.

Then without prompt Angie stood up reached round to the zip on her dress and pulled it down allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She was now standing in front of this man in her underwear. Her breasts sat snugly on her platform bra with her nipples erect. Her black panties hugged her arse nicely and displayed her hairy mound provocatively while her stockings and suspenders gave her that elegant sophisticated look.

Angie sat back down.

Sid was looking at her with that look of pure lust. From that, I deduced that my lovely wife was going to get a lot more this time round.

He moved to stand in front of her. "So what is it you've become, Angie?" He asked.

Angie looked up at him, "A slut," she replied quietly.

"Yes, that's right. But you're a bit more than just a slut aren't you?"

She thought about his question for a few seconds, "Yes, I am."

"And what might that be, Angie?"

She hesitated. I could see she knew the answer but something inside was preventing her from saying the words. She swallowed hard and then said, "I'm a slut wife."

"I'm glad you understand, Angie, so let's see how much of a slut you really are. Now get my cock out and suck me."

Angie obeyed. She undid his belt and then pulled his trousers down. His boxers came next and his cock came into view. Taking it in her hand, she pulled his flesh back and forwards then stuck her tongue out and licked the head, swirling it round over the pink flesh until finally taking it into her mouth and straight away started to bob her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on his cock.

Sid gasped at the pleasure my wife was giving him. He reached down, grabbed her right tit, and twigged her nipple.

Angie was now taking a good portion of his cock into her mouth. It was an amazing sight. There was my once conservative wife now changed. Now a slut and I cuckolded, I started to wonder where this would lead us.

I continued to watch the spectacle in front of me. Angie was now bobbing her had forcefully while masturbating him.

Sid was now breathing quite heavily as he started to gently push his hips forwards in time with Angie's movements. Within seconds of that he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. Then about a minute later he said, "Look at me, Angie."

Angie looked up at him as his cock slid between her lips. 

"I'm going to spunk into your mouth and I want you to swallow it all, okay?"

Angie nodded her head while Sid continued to fuck her mouth.

Several seconds later Sid pulled his cock back and then pushed forward and held his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned loudly and I watched his cock twitch as he spurted sperm into her mouth.

Angie swallowed once, twice and a third before Sid removed his cock from her mouth. My excitement was such that I went to her and pushed my own cock against her lips. She took me in and sucked on my cock and two seconds later, I groaned with sheer pleasure as I too spunked her mouth and again heard her swallowing my punk down to mix with Sid's in her stomach.

Taking my cock out of her mouth Sid moved in and pushed her back onto the bed. Then he pulled her panties off her lovely legs.

He seemed to be taking control as he opened her legs and knelt down between her legs. Her hairy cunt was now totally on display to this man. With his fingers, he opened her labia and smile, "Well will you look at this, Pete your lovely wife is wet man, really wet."

I looked over his shoulder to see her inner lips on display coated with a creamy slime while her cunt hole was oozing juice. The sight made my cock twitch and I felt it start to grow.


At The Conference Ch. 02



Sid then dived in. He ran his tongue along her slit taking her slime with him and tasting her. He then proceeded to suck on her clit and then move down to her hole and fuck her with his tongue. He alternated from one to other until Angie started to squirm. Her hips rose up giving him better access, she gripped the bed covers in her fists and moaned, "Oh God, oh God!"

I could see she was about to come; come on his tongue. What a sight, Angie looked so beautiful then. With her eyes closed and her mouth open, her breathing growing heavy and her neck and chest flushed. Angie was going to come and come hard.

Then she arched her back, pushing her cunt into his face and with a groan came on his tongue, her body jerked with the contractions of her orgasm. Two, three, four times her body went ridged and convulsed on Sid's tongue then she relaxed panting from the sexual release.

At that moment in time, I thought my lovely wife was the most beautiful woman in the world. She'd given in to Sid allowing him to take her, to bring her off and she was enjoying it.

I discovered I was erect again and I saw Sid was in the same condition. He didn't waste anytime he removed his clothes and then lifted Angie who was still in a state of sexual bliss up onto to the bed proper and mounted her. He aimed his cock at her sex and I watched it slide straight in and hit bottom in one slick movement.

Angie gasped at the sudden penetration and opened her legs further to allow him the access he wanted. His potbelly now more evident, it rather hung more grotesquely than before, as he supported himself above her. Then he lay upon her, pressing down onto my petite wife.

Sid started thrusting into Angie's cunt. As he fucked her, so I removed my own clothes. I watched, not wanting to miss anything Sid might do as he pounded into her. Angie's body jerked with every thrust making her tits wobble. Every now and then, I saw his cock appear from her hairy depths and their wetness coated his hot hard flesh.

"God this is so good!" Sid exclaimed.

Angie lay there, her body was flushed with excitement. Sid changed position slightly. He moved his arms up over her head allowing his full weight to lie on her body, his potbelly squashing onto her tummy obscuring my view. All I could now see was his buttocks thrusting into my wife's cunt. 

I didn't know what to do. I just stood there with a raging erection watching them; it looked like he was giving her a good servicing.

Pictures of old porn movies flashed through my mind, as I got undressed. I climbed onto the bed and Angie opened her eyes to look at me.

Within her eyes I saw the hurt but that seemed to be artificial as deeper much deeper I could see the lust growing. I noticed a small film of sweat on her top lip as she came onto another orgasm.

I touched Sid's arm and he straight away move it away from her head and lifted himself up. He attacked her tits moulding them with his fingers. Pushing forward I offered my cock to my wife to suck.

Sid continued to shag my wife at a steady pace. With my cock, I touched her lips and she once again opened her eyes. She blushed even more than she already was and opened her mouth.

My cock slipped in between her lips and I felt her warm wet tongue slide over my knob end. Because I'd been in a high state of sexual arousal now for quite sometime, the feelings from my cock were incredible. I'd never felt anything like it before in my whole life. It was so exquisite that I nearly shot off there and then. It took a considerable amount of effort and determination to keep from coming to soon.

My hips started to push gently into her mouth, backwards and forwards. As I fuck my wife's mouth while another man serviced her cunt.

Lust took control as I started to push further into her mouth. Sid watched for a few seconds then started thrusting harder while burying his face in her neck; now with every thrust into her he made a grunting sound.

Within seconds Angie arched up forcing Sid up with her, her body went rigid and through the sensations on my cock, I felt her shake as she climaxed on this man's cock.

I'd stopped thrusting into her mouth as I watched her reach her peak. I'd never seen her have such a powerful climax before. Angie remained like that for several seconds while making a high-pitched squeal over my cock. Then as she came down from her high, she let my cock slip from her mouth and gasped, "My God!" She was panting, gulping air as wave after wave of pleasure still swept over her body in a torrent.

I pushed forward, my slut wife took my cock back into her mouth and I continued to fuck it.

Watching her just come was so erotic. The look on her face was so gorgeous that I knew I dearly loved her. Once again, the guilt came flooding back as I thought she'd hate me after this was all over.

Sid continued to plough my wife's cunt, where he got the stamina from I'll never know. A man of his age was certainly putting many younger men to shame. The thought crossed my mind that it was because Angie was a good fuck.

Mt wife was beginning to move a lot more under him. Sid was obviously a cocksman and he knew what he was doing. I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned as I pumped my sperm into her mouth.

As I filled, her mouth so I noticed Angie thrusting her hips up to meet Sid's thrusting loins and then come for the second time on his cock. She hastily swallowed all my emissions without losing any.

My cock slipped from her mouth and she gasped out, "Oh, shit!" she was panting with pleasure, but Sid continued to pound her cunt.

I rolled away onto my back, then sat up to watch the scene of my wife confirm that deep down she really was a slut.

Angie was now fucking him back, enjoying his cock as it sliced in and out of her hairy cunt. I watched her raise her knees and open her thighs wider allowing him to go deeper. Her arms went around him and pulled him close.

They kissed.

That hurt; up until now, they hadn't. It looked as though they were lovers in the truest sense of the word, not just two people having sex. Unexpectedly I felt jealousy and for one god-awful moment thought, I'd lost my wife to Sid. However, it got worse.

Sid whispered in her ear but I didn't hear what he'd said.

Angie lovingly held onto him; she was looking into his eyes as he fucked into her. She gave a smile and spoke, "Oh, yes, Sid I love your cock inside me." They kissed again softer more loving.

My heart sank, what is going on, I thought, I've lost her for good.

"Are you going to come again, Angie?" He whispered.

"Huh, huh," she replied with a smile still looking into his eyes.

"What's making you come, Angie?"

"Oh, Sid you have a lovely cock," she replied smiling. Her smiled changed to a sexual grimace as once again she arched up to him coming on his cock.

"Oh, yes," she cried out, "Oh that is so good," she gasped her breathing laboured, "God I never knew fucking could be so good. I just love your cock do me some more."

Sid obliged and continued to fuck my lovely wife, giving her what she wanted.

My own cock was hard again so I moved back into position and placed my cock to her lips.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open and I saw the shock on her face. She had been totally lost in her own sexual world and had forgotten I even existed. For how long I'll never know but my lovely wife of twelve years had been completely absorbed in her own lust.

Angie turned crimson and was about to say something when I pushed my cock into her mouth. She sucked me in looking up at me her eyes pleading; but I just fucked her mouth. As I looked down at her, I watched her eyes roll in their sockets as Sid brought her off for the fourth time with his cock.

It was then I decided I anted to be inside her. Sid had been using her pussy for to long and I wanted some of it.

Taking my cock from Angie's mouth, I moved off the bed. Angie watched me as Sid continued to fuck her.

Tapping Sid on the shoulder, "Come on, Sid I want some pussy."

Sid looked back at me and then climbed off her, "Sure, Pete be my guest." He rolled away and I crawled up between her legs and got on top of her, my cock slipped into her extremely wet pussy right to the hilt in one long motion.

An unexpected groan escaped my lips as I hit bottom. God did she feel good, I thought as I started to slide in and out of her.

Supporting myself on my hands I looked down at my wife to discover the hickeys, one on the other side of her neck and two on her left tit, one was very close to her nipple.

Sid moved up the bed, wasting no time at all in presenting his slimy cock to Angie's mouth. With no hesitation, she opened up and took him in. Straight away, he started fucking her mouth.

The feelings around my cock were out of this world. To enter a woman who'd just been fucking was electrifying and I was glad I'd already come so that I could enjoy these sensations.

Our threesome continued. Sid gently fucked her mouth while I fucked her cunt.

Sid spoke, "That's it girl clean your cunt cream from my cock."

I maintained a steady rhythm of thrusting into Angie's body and she met every one of them with an upwards thrust of hers.

"Is my cock nice and clean now, Angie. Do you like the taste of your own cunt on your tongue?"

There was no response.

Sid pushed deep into her mouth and Angie gagged. He pulled back and then eased back in again, deeper again. I felt her body gagged but this time Sid didn't pull back he pushed in and his cock went another inch or two. Angie tried to pull away but Sid grabbed her head eased in still further, this time with a determined look on his face.

I suddenly realised I'd stopped fucking Angie and was intently watching what Sid was trying to do.

Again Sid pulled back but only slightly, and then pushed back in. His cock slid between Angie's lips as smooth as silk into her mouth, deeper, four five inches.

Angie gagged again but Sid didn't pull back at all, instead he just kept pushing and I watched his cock slide into her throat. Amazed I saw her lips kiss his groin.

I suddenly blurted out, "Good girl," and continued fucking her.

Sid started fucking her throat, he must be right in, I thought.

Out of instinct, I went down and started kissing her ear and down over her hickey covered neck. As I was doing this I suddenly realised I could feel the movements of Sid's cock in her throat. She really was having her throat fucked.

With a grunt, "That's fantastic, Angie," Sid gasped. He started to move faster then cried out gasping, "Here it comes, Angie." He pushed in and held her head tight against him squashing her nose against his hairy potbelly. "Ugh!"

Then I witnessed Sid's cock throb several times, as he pumped his spunk into my lovely wife's throat. At the same time, Angie was trying to swallow as his sperm shot straight down into her gullet. It seemed an age before he released her, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Angie moved her head away gasping for air, she wretched bringing up spunk from her throat where she seemed to rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing it again.

My heart was beating like mad. My mind was full of lust at what I'd just witnessed. My wife had just deep throated this stranger, something we've never done before or even inclined to try. My lust took control, I started to fuck her, and I mean really fuck her, hard and fast. 

I felt Angie respond. She put her arms around me and held on. I banged into hard grinding my pubes against hers. At that moment, Sid didn't even exist.

Then Angie gave a grunt, her body went ridged, "Yes that's it fuck me. God I'm going to come. Yes!" Her body then jerked several times; then from deep within her throat came a long low growl that led into a squeal of pure pleasure. Then I came; I spunked my wife, spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot into her well-used cunt. Groaning with pleasure, we collapsed onto the bed panting. A few minutes later, I rolled off my wife and lay on the bed.

Angie lay beside me panting, trying to get her breath back. Then I saw Sid come from the bathroom.

Angie rolled over onto her side and put an arm across my chest. Sid got on the bed and lay down behind her. Very quickly, we all fell to sleep.

I was woken a couple of hours later. It was still dark. The bed was rocking; I rolled over to see Sid lying between Angie's thighs fucking away at her cunt. She had her legs wide open, her hands holding onto his arse as he pumped into her.

Angie was grunting and sounded like a pig. Then he suddenly heaved into her, pushing his cock right up into her sex as he groaned with orgasm unloading several hot spurts of spunk into her willing womb.

Sid rolled off and they both lay for several minutes while trying to get their breath back. Then Angie rolled back over and cuddled up to me and again we fell asleep.

I had no idea what time it was but I awoke again noticing Angie wasn't cuddling me anymore so I half turned and looked behind me.

There was Angie, again lying on her back, legs wide open and bent at the knee with Sid lying between them. It must have been just after dawn sunlight was shinning through the gap in the curtains.

Sid was obviously buried deep in side her. He was sucking on a nipple and at the same time whispering at her.

"Do you like my cock, Angie?"

"Mm," Angie replied. Her hips were gently undulating as he very slowly pushed in and out.

"Do you like it stuffed up you're cunt?"

"Mm feels good."

"Tell me, Angie tell me what you like?"

"I like what we're doing."

"No, Angie talk dirty to me, say those nasty words."

They fell silent. I wondered whether Angie would comply. They both continued to fuck each other gently, while Sid kept his mouth glued to her left nipple.

Angie then gave a long low groan of bliss. "Oh, Sid I love your cock. I love it stuffed in my cunt," whispered Angie.

Shit was I shocked to hear Angie talk like that.

"I knew you would, Angie. When I first saw you at the bar I knew you were a slut."

"Yes, I'm a slut. Sid. You made me a slut, I like being your slut."

"And your husband what about him?" He asked pushing into her a bit harder.

Angie groaned.

He thrust harder still, "Come on tell me, what about your husband?" He pulled back and thrust hard again.

"Oh, God," Angie exclaimed then groaned.

Sid speeded up Angie met his thrusts.

"Come on, Angie tell" Sid whispered urgently.

"I . . . um . . . He's my husband you're my lover."

Sid began to fuck her with powerful strokes. He stopped sucking on her tit and moved up to find her neck.

"As I'm your lover you going to let me service your cunt when ever I want it?" Sid asked picking up the pace and adjusting his position he lay down on top of her with his full weight; arms up and around her head with his head in her neck. I could clearly see the expressions on Angie's face as her head bobbed with each thrust.

"Well?" I heard him mumble

Angie brought her legs up and crossed them over Sid's lower back. She groaned loudly, "Yes, you can have my cunt anytime you want it – Oh, God you're bringing me off!"

Angie began to grunt again.

Sid was a cocksman to be true. He was now about to have her singing.

"Fuck me Sid I love you – I love you're cock in me. Fuck me, I'm going to come, Sid make me come. Oh, God you fuck me so well."

Sid was now banging into her and my wife took it all.

"Are you going to come on my cock again, Angie?"

"Yes, yes make me come," Angie gasped as she clung to him, "Oh yes I'm going to come."

"Do you want me to spunk you, Angie?

"Yes come, come together, spunk my womb, I want it."

She had her face close to his ear as he lay upon her. His thrusts were now shorter but more forceful. Then he raised his head up and groaned loudly, "Here it comes, Angie I'm going to knock you up," he groaned again, "Do you want me to knock you up?"

"Sid o it, knock me up, Sid."

"You're so fucking good here it comes." Sid slammed into her and held himself tight against her, his cock deep inside her cunt. At the same time, Angie's thighs began to tremble.

My wife screamed out, "I'm coming," her voice was like a growl, her body was having spasms – jerking under Sid as her orgasm crashed through her body. Sid kept heaving into her cunt trying to get deeper, his arse cheeks clenching in time with the throbbing of his cock that was pumping spurt after spurt of hot spunk into Angie's womb splashing over her cervix.

It was an incredible scene to watch instead of joining in I went back to sleep. Again, I woke to discover Angie was now asleep and laying right up close to Sid. Her arm was over his body snuggling up to him. Jealousy hit like a brick in the face. Seeing them like that made me question whether we'd gone too far. We've never done anything like this before. Now my mind was in turmoil and I really didn't know what to do. The way Angie snuggled up to him and the contented look on their faces tore my heart. The whole scene had me thinking that she loves him now instead of me. The past two nights had shown how responsive she was towards him. It seemed Angie was totally in tune with him sexually and the sex he gave was out of this world.

It was time to get up anyway so I headed for the bathroom for a shower and a shave. This was the last day of the conference and we had the company ball that night, tomorrow we will venture home, back to Cornwall.

This was certainly going to be a major turning point in our marriage. Assuming our marriage survives this. My feelings that morning were confused. On the one hand, I enjoyed watching Sid fuck Angie, that first night was a complete revelation. The second night was even better. Angie was amazing; I deliberately allowed that second night to take place just to see what would happen. Yet not until Sid actually turned up, before then I really was enjoying the evening with my wife.

On the other hand I didn't expect Angie to actually go through with it that second night. I suppose I was waiting for Angie to say enough was enough but she never did. What did transpire from that weekend was that Angie like it and the ramifications of it all was that our marriage was never the same.

After showering and having a shave, I returned to the main room to find Sid had gone. That night was Sid's last and he had to be out of the hotel by ten that morning.

Angie was still asleep. She'd rolled over onto her side, her black hair across her face. I got dressed ready for the conference. Then I went over to her and kissed her exposed neck. Angie made a soft moan. She still smelt of sex but it didn't smell the same. It was sort of stale or old. I left her there in bed and went down to breakfast. 

Again, I thought I might bump into Sid but if he was there, he never made it known. I was glad of that.

Returning to our room, I found Angie in the bathroom. She'd showered while I was having breakfast. I looked at her she turned away. I tried to smile warmly but fail miserably.

"Hi, you okay?"

Angie was wearing her bathrobe and stood side ways on.

"Yes I'm fine," she replied meekly, "I thought you had already gone to the conference."

"No, I'd just been down to breakfast. The taxi will be here in a couple of minutes." I noticed she wouldn't look at me, "You going shopping again today?"

"If you want me too," she replied her voice low nearly a whisper.

"Yes, I want you to. I want you to look fabulous tonight."

Angie gave a weak smile but she still wouldn't look directly at me. "Okay, what time are you coming back?"

"Just after one o' clock," I replied looking at my watch.

"We could have lunch?"

"That would be nice," I replied happily, "I'll see you later then?"

"Huh huh"

That day at the Conference was a lot better than the last two. Personally, it was one of the best days in my working life. As with all sales clerks, there is that elusive bonus that we all crave for but never really achieve the results to get it. For the past four years, Andy Simpson had won it and going by the look on his face, he'd thought he'd won it for the fifth year running.




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Unfortunately, I won the bonus. Andy came fourth and several of the Reps thought it a good idea to celebrate that fact and didn't come out of their comatose state for several days.

I returned to the hotel with a cheque for £8000 and a holiday in the Fiji islands.

Boy was I on high.

However, that euphoria was very short lived when I entered our room to discover Angie wasn't there. My heart sank, I felt ill and my mind conjured up all the worse reason imaginable.

There was shopping on the bed, so she had been there.

Then the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi darling I'm glad your back," said Angie, "I'm down in the restaurant waiting for you."

With a sigh of relief, "Oh, okay I'll be straight down."

In the restaurant Angie was waiting at a table. As I approached so, she stood up and stepped away from the table to greet me. I saw my wife standing before me in the shortest skirt I'd ever seen her dressed in. Her long legs looked spectacular. Her blouse was tight across her chest making her breasts more prominent and allowing a faint outline of her nipples show through. You could guess she wasn't wearing a normal bra. She'd fluffed up her hair and really gone to town with her make up. I have to say she looked incredibly sexy with a sense of elegance and just a hint of slut.

She embraced me with a gentle kiss on my cheek, looked into my eyes, smiled and quietly said, "I love you, Peter."

I saw a look in her eye that I'd never seen before. It was intense yet soft and meaningful. Her whole manner when she spoke exuded honesty and I knew from that moment on that she was truly my wife – my slut wife.

That is the true account of what happen in London in September 1998.

It has been eight years since then and not very much has happened since. We had a great three weeks in the Fiji islands something I will never forget.

As to our relationship, well we're still together. Three months would pass before the two of us actually sat down and talked things through. Listening to Angie reveal her true feelings was a complete revelation.

However, those feeling are for Angie to reveal not me and I have to say you probably won't never know them. Be that as it may I can reveal that after that night of discussion we have indulged in several other exploits of this nature and maybe I will write some more.

For the pessimists out there I say this: Angie didn't catch any diseases, infections or anything else. She is a healthy woman who has discovered another side to her self that she enjoys. 

For the sceptics out there I say this: Who cares . . . the truth is so much harder to believe.

By for now



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Part Three - Final 

It had been three years since the conference. In this time, the company owners sold up and my new employers asked me to take early retirement. The package they offered was considerable so I took it and found myself pensioned off at the age of forty-three. 

Although I tried talking with Angie about those days in London, she was having none of it and flatly refused to acknowledge it ever happened so eventually I gave up.

My thoughts about that event actually turned nasty. I really did want to kill Sid for what had happened and if I were to meet him again, I planned to do just that.

We took the holiday I'd won and had a really good time on the Fiji Islands. Both of us loved the islands and would dearly love to return one day.

Life returned to normal, Angie kept her part time job going and I just chilled out with gardening, DIY and anything else that took my fancy.

In the June of 2001, I had to go into town to post a parcel for Angie and buy a few bits for a job I was doing in the bathroom. As I was leaving the Post Office, I was thinking I could have the job done before Angie comes home, this would please her no end as she now thinks I'm a lazy git through not finding another job. It's not that I'm lazy it's just that I've managed to do most of the things I'd set out to do. You know, the garden is up together the garage is tidy most of the house has been re-decorated so there wasn't much left to do.

Well there I was pushing the door open and in walks this slob of a man.

"Well I'm buggered," the man spoke shocked, "Peter, how nice to see you old chum." His face lit up and a smile formed on his lips that got wider and wider. I looked at the man who at first I didn't recognise but then it hit me and it all came rushing back.

"Hello Sid, what brings you this far south?" I asked not really wanting to speak with him. He was the last person I wanted to see. On the way home from London all I could think about was Sid and how I wanted to kill him.

"I'm down here looking for business premises," he replied, "Look why don't we grab a coffee we can have a chat. I'll buy, I just need to get a form from here and we'll find a café."

I nodded.

"Just a minute and I'll be right with you," he said with a smile. I could see the expectation in his eyes as he turned away from me. I waited outside wondering whether I should just go, return to my car and go home. He returned quite quickly form in hand. As he came through the door, I noticed that he was fatter, or should I say, his potbelly was larger and he'd lost more of his hair.

"So where's the nearest café?"

"Just up the road," I said pointing.

"Come on then," he seemed to command, "How have you been, blimey it must be three years nearly, since London?"

I saw the leer on his face as he reminisced those two nights in London. I felt embarrassed but glad Angie wasn't here for I am sure she would have died on the spot.

"Yes you're right," I replied somewhat at a loss as to where this was going other than the obvious, and the obvious was making me angry.

We entered the café and ordered our drinks, found a table and sat.

"So what have you been doing with yourself these past three years?" he asked with a slim smile.

"That depends on how you look at things. We had a good holiday on Fiji year before last. I'd actually won that at the Conference in London." I replied adding sugar to my coffee. "What brings you all the way down here to the West Country?"

"I've been here now for over a week looking for some business premises. I've thrown the old job in and set up with a couple of colleagues dealing with computer parts. The moneys rolling in and we need to find some decent premises instead of working from each other's garages."

"Sounds like you could be on a winner there. Just remember to make sure your source isn't going to let you down. Always have a backup plan."

We went silent and I could see he was itching to ask something, I already knew what it was.

"How's business with you then?" he finally asked though that wasn't the question.

"Six months after London the company sold out to some enormous Asian conglomerate and I was surplus to their requirements and so offered me a retirement package, one I couldn't refuse. I took the money and ran. Since then I've pottered about the house and gardens and loving every minute of it."

"Blimey that sucks, Pete. You were also top salesman that year as well weren't you?"

"I was but it didn't amount to anything. I was still beating targets when they made the offer. Beating targets didn't seem to matter; they got rid of me anyway. I've heard since then that whole sections of the business have been carved up and sold," I replied sipping my coffee and went on, "Still it's all water under the bridge now. We're happy, no mortgage, no money worries so I'm not complaining."

"And Angie, how's she?" he asked, it was a simple question yet the undertones were enormous. 

"She's fine still got her part time job. Gets her out of the house for a couple of days a week," I replied, "Have you had any luck finding any premises?" I thought I'd try to change the subject, keep his mind off Angie.

"No not really. It's cheap enough around here but what I've seen so far hasn't been fit for purpose."

"So when are you due to leave the area?"

"Day after tomorrow, I drive up to Bristol and then on to Birmingham."

We fell silent again. He drank his coffee I drank mine. He was running his finger up and down the handle of the coffee mug as he contemplated his next question. Again his face flushed as his expectation grew, I could see it in his eyes the same look he had when I first saw him talking to Angie in the hotel bar in London. My problem was I didn't know how I was going to answer it when he does.

Then he spoke, "Look Pete you don't think you and Angie would like to come out tonight for a meal and maybe another session with her?" 

His face coloured but he wasn't embarrassed just nervous, probably worried about how I would react.

"I don't know Sid. We haven't spoken about London since, so I can only but ask her for you."

There was a crash from across the café, looking over I saw a waitress had dropped a plate and made a mess on the floor. I looked back at Sid, "To be honest with you Sid I don't think it will happen."

He gave a weak smile in recognition but his eyes showed his disappointment. He'd asked the question and somehow I'd managed to answer it reasonably well.

"You have a great woman there Pete," he said frankly.

It was then I rather snapped, "Don't you mean I have a wife who's a good fuck?"

At first, he was surprised with my response but he shook the surprise off and said, "Yeah that's precisely what I mean a real good fuck. Pete I didn't want to be that crude but as you bought the subject up, she was and I bet still is. You know her cunny was nice and tight and as I rode her she came good on my cock, didn't she?" he said his voice turning mean as if he wanted to punish me, "And we did it the second night wow, did she sing while my cock was deep in her cunt."

His eyes were wide and bright with lust. It was plain as salt that Sid had never forgotten those two nights in London and the impact Angie had made on him. He wanted more and now that he has found us, I think he won't let go until he does. I gave a weak smile at his language and his method of trying to goad me into rushing home and getting Angie to agree to another threesome. However, I didn't bite.

"Then you climbed into the saddle didn't you Pete? I bet her cunny was slick and easy after I'd left it. You know her throat was just as tight as her cunt when you push it all the way in. And she did take it all the way in didn't she Pete? I'm sure you'd love to see that again; didn't miss a drop either did she, Angie swallowed the whole damn load -- what a girl!"

He lowered his head when he said the last part and I instinctively looked around to see if anybody had heard but the room was practically empty and no one was close enough to hear.

I stood up saying, "Well it was nice meeting you again Sid, maybe when you pass through this way again we might bump into each other."

"Hey hold on here's my card. Call me later once you've spoken to Angie. You never know she might want to feel my old man once again," he said with a lecherous grin.

I nodded unconvincingly. 

"You will call won't you?" he asked desperately.

"I said I would ask her Sid and that's what I'll do. I can't promise anything will come of it."

"No, no you're right. But call me anyway whatever her decision, okay?"

I saw the desperation in his eyes. The lust had gone, replaced with a boyish need. I nodded, turned and left the café.

I was home twenty minutes later. I was dump struck about meeting with Sid. Everything that happened in London came flooding back in a rush as I sat with him in the café. Every sordid detail was there imprinted into my memory; the pictures just kept forming of Angie on her back with Sid on top of her, fucking her. 

There I was sitting in the garden with one of the hardest erections I've ever had. I felt like a teenager with his first erection and not knowing how to get rid of it. When my brain finally succumbed to the idea that it was never going to go down I laughed to myself in the knowledge that it always goes down in the end. However, my thoughts were about Angie and if she were here now I'd fuck her.

What got me mad more than anything was his affront to ask me to have Angie again. Looking at my watch I saw that it would not be long before Angie was home so I set about preparing dinner like I always do only this time I was walking around with a tent in my trousers.

Over dinner Angie asked, "Did you get the things you needed for the bathroom today?"

"Yes I did, I should have it finished tomorrow."

"That's great dear; did you also get the other things I asked for from the Post Office?"

"Yes they are on the desk beside the PC."

"Oh great I can now re-apply for my driving license." 

I swallowed hard and said, "I bet you can't guess who I met today?"

Angie looked at me confused, "Well I don't know it could be anybody. Was it Betty I haven't seen her for a while?"

"Nope, I replied with a knowing smile."

"How about Norman and Sarah I hear they've just had an extension built on their house?"

"Nope"

"Who then, I know Charlie and Amanda?"

"No, Charlie and Amanda moved to France."

"I don't know then," she said disgruntled, "Who was it?"

"I met Sid today."

"Sid, Sid who?" she asked unknowing.

"You remember Sid don't you? We met him in London," I said as normal as possible.

"London . . .," she replied her voice trailing off as her eyes grew wide as she remembered those two days in the capitol. "Oh that Sid," She got up from the table with her plate in hand and went to the sink.

"He asked after you," I said, "And we had a coffee."

"You had a coffee with him?" her voice was subdued and slightly submissive.

"Yes we had a chat; apparently he's looking for business premises."

"What here in town?"

"Yes but he can't find anything suitable, been looking for nearly a week. He moves on to Bristol and then Birmingham I think he said."

"Oh," she replied as she started to wash up the dishes.

"He wants to know if you're up for another session."

Angie stayed silent; I knew she was thinking it through, remembering the two nights in London, if she never really forgot them. The silence was thick with memories as I too recalled my wife on those two occasions. My recollections were clear and vivid as I saw her again in my mind's eye. 

"Is that what you want?" She asked not turning round.

"I honestly don't know," I replied and that was the truth, we simply hadn't talked about it.

She went silent again and as time passed, she had the dishes washed, dried, and put away. I seriously thought she was going to say yes call Sid and get him to come over. However, she suddenly turned round with a plate in her hand and said, "No I don't want another session."

Angie stood there looking at me quite emphatically.

"Okay," I said getting up. I picked up my mobile and called Sid. He didn't answer so I left him a message. I never heard from him again.

From the kitchen, I went to the lounge and sat. I was confused yet somehow excited at the same time. Bumping into Sid today brought back a lot of memories and new thoughts. Images went through my mind of Sid and Angie together, but new images materialised of Angie with other men, faceless men all taking a turn with my wife's body. As these thoughts went through my mind so my cock grew.

Angie then entered the room and sat opposite, picking up the TV remote she switched on the TV. I thought it was now a good opportunity to get Angie's views about what happened in London.

"Angie don't you think it's time we talked about it?"

"What about?"

"About what happened in London?"

"There's nothing to talk about as far as I'm concerned."

"Isn't there?"

"No, what happened was a mistake and it won't happen again."

"I see, so actually doing it twice was a mistake. I could understand what you're saying if it happened just the once. But it didn't he took you twice and on two consecutive nights," I said, "That doesn't look as if it was a mistake."

Angie's face blushed at what I said. She obviously hadn't looked at it in that way, but I could see she was considering what I'd said.

"It was still a mistake and I don't want to do it again."

"Is that all you've got to say about it?" I asked not surprised at her response.

"I think so, yes."

"Okay, didn't you enjoy it?" I probed.

"Enjoying has got nothing to do with it. It was wrong and it shouldn't have happened."

"Maybe."

"Besides you're the one who let it happen."

"How so?"

"You never made him stop did you? You allowed Sid to use me."

"Well yes in one sense I suppose you're right. But you didn't stop it either did you?"

"That's beside the point you let him have your wife."

"And my wife didn't make any effort to stop him either. You opened your eyes to see Sid above you with his cock in you Angie and you did nothing. You could have rolled or even try to force him off you. You just laid there taking it and he certainly took you didn't he? He actually brought you off made you come. Now that was the first night the second night it happened and again you did nothing to stop it. Again he brought you off so there was no mistake."

"It wasn't like that," Angie responded.

"Then how was it, that's what I saw."

"You're my husband and the only man I want."

"That's possibly true in one sense but let's face it Angie that second night you wanted it. You wanted strange cock up you and so you let it happen. That second night was a perfect opportunity to say no and make your feelings known."

"But at the time I thought that was what you wanted. After the first night and the way you allowed Sid into our room on the second night I thought you wanted it to happen."

"At the time I was thinking the same as you. Yet mixed up with feelings of jealously and lust. As far as I was concerned what we did that second night was out of this world."

"I don't care I'm not doing it again," she said categorically.

"Okay I understand," I said and I did.

We never discussed the subject again. Months went by and we went into a New Year.

In the April of 2002, we went to a friend's party. Actually, it wasn't a real friend more like an acquaintance, a friend of a friend. We thought afterwards that they had only invited us to make up the numbers; even our friends didn't turn up due to their baby falling ill. We left early and we're sure nobody missed us.

That summer we decided to have a BBQ of our own and invite all our friends. Angie while writing out the invitations asked, "Shall we invite the Armstrong's?"

I looked up from my newspaper saying, "What, the Armstrong's, we went to their party back in April wasn't it?"

"Yes them, the ones who invited us to make up the numbers."

"If you must, I suppose we ought too as they had us over. What were their names?"

"Frank and Celia, okay," she said sounding disappointed.

"Of course if that's okay with you?"

"No its okay, I just thought we weren't made very welcome that's all," she wrote the invitation, "And they ignored us all the time we were there."

"It wasn't even a very good party," I added, "I can't remember where we met them."

"It was at Mary's place do you remember she had a party just after Christmas?"

"I do now, that was a good party wasn't it?" I asked Angie as I recalled the event. Mary was a friend of Angie's who worked alongside her. Mary was a full time employee until she got married and had a baby. She has now left to be a stay at home mum. "Mary sure does know how to host a party."

"I haven't heard much from her lately I think I'll give her a ring later to see how she's doing."

"What do you expect she's just had a baby?" I said, "She won't want to have parties just yet not with a new born. I doubt hubby is that interested either."

"Maybe, Frank and Celia will probably decline our invitation," Angie said as she slid the card into the envelope.

"Maybe," I replied unsure as to where Angie was going with this.

"I don't like the man anyway, he gives me the creeps, and I really don't know how Mary got involved with him."

"That's a good point Angie," I said thinking through what Angie had just said. Mary was just twenty-six with a new baby and married to a fine young man. I couldn't get a connection between her and Frank. He had to be a relative of sort's because of the huge age gap. He was well over sixty-five possibly an Uncle.

Four weeks before our BBQ Angie came home from the Doctors. I made her cup of coffee upon her return and we sat in the lounge.

So what did he have to say, darling?"

"The results were back and the Doctor says I have a rare blood infection. I have to continue with the same tablets he's already given me although he has given me some more to take, twelve weeks' worth."

"Twelve weeks?" I asked surprised.

"Yes I know it's a long time, but the Doctor says that's how long it could take," Angie revealed, "I'm not allowed to take any other medication or tablets whilst on the course. The only medicine I'm allowed to take is aspirin."

"Do you have to go back?"

"Afraid so, in eight weeks I have to have another test to determine if the tablets have worked. But whatever happens I have to finish the course."

"Oh well let's hope it the tablets do the job."

"Doctor sounded confident; he said nearly all cases are cleared up in the due time. It's just that if they don't catch in time then it could cause serious problems and would have to stay in hospital for a week or two. But he said I was at an early stage and the course of tablets I've got should do the trick."

"Okay, just take it easy okay?"

On the Monday before our BBQ, we were in Wells in Somerset visiting friends. My mobile rang and I answered it just as we were heading for a pub meal.

"Hello," I said wondering who it was as there was no name on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Peter it's me Jake," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi Jake what's up?" I asked. I don't think I've ever had a call from Jake before I was surprised.

"I was wondering whether you and Angie would witness my signature of my will. You see I need two people to witness my signature."

"Well of course when do you want to it?"

"How about today I could come round," said Jake expectantly.

"We're out at the moment, we're in Wells in Somerset won't be back until this evening about tea time."

"Oh, I see," he replied disappointed.

"You can come over tonight about seven thirty if you like?" I added feeling a little unhappy that I was letting him down.




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"Could we make it eight and I'll bring a bottle of wine?" he said enthusiastically. 

"That'll be great Jake see you then." 

We arrived home just after five and Angie went about making our dinner. She knocked up a Bolognaise and we were just finishing the washing up when there was a knock at the door.

I was in the lounge, "I'll get it," I called out.

I found Jake on the doorstep, "Come on in Jake."

As he entered, he handed me three bottles of wine. As I closed the door, I read the label, "Blimey Jake what vineyard is 'Jake's Red Wine'."

"Stop mucking about," Jake replied seriously, "I'll have you know that wine you have there is the best you'll ever taste, mark my words."

"Well I don't know about you Jake but it all looks a highly suspicious to me."

"You won't know until you've tried it. So where's the lady of the house then?"

"She's in the kitchen; I'll call her and get some glasses."

"And about time too," he said sitting down on the couch.

I returned a few minutes later with three glasses.

Angie followed me in, "Hi Jake how you doing?" She sat next to him on the couch.

"Much better now that I've seen you, even better now that you're sitting next to me."

"Why thank you Jake. You have just given me more compliments this evening than my husband has all month."

"I try to please," he said smiling smugly at me.

I opened the first bottle of red and as I poured it out said, "You creep. Angie's not daft you know she'll sniff out and when she does be scared be very scared." I passed the wine round saying to Angie, "Jake made this sweetheart, says it is the best wine we'll ever taste."

She looked at me suspiciously, took the wine, and did the same as I did and smelt the aroma coming from it. Then I took a sip as she watched me intently.

Took another sip then a mouth full and swallowed. The liquid turned warm as it went down then gently exploded in my stomach warming my body nicely.

"Wow that's nice," I said, "Did you really make this?"

Angie suddenly squealed with delight, "Oh Jake that's really nice."

"That lot I made about eighteen months ago bedded it for just on a year."

I drank some more as I watched Angie knock back her glass in just a couple of gulps.

"That is really nice Jake. If I could make wine like that I'd sell it," she said, "Is there anymore?"

Taking her glass, I went and refilled it.

"Nah, I don't want to sell it Angie, Just enjoy it," Jake spoke, "I enjoy making wine and trying to improve it every time I make another batch."

"Well Jake you've surpassed yourself with this. I've never tasted homemade wine like this before," I said pouring out another glass for myself.

We signed the Will as witnesses to his signature and then started talking about Wills in general.

"I've not made one yet," I said, "I know I should especially at my age but I've not got around to it."

"Me neither," Angie added, "Every time I start doing one something comes up and puts it off. In any case I'm too young to be thinking about Wills."

"Well mine is pretty much academic really as I've no one to leave my possessions too," Jake revealed.

"You have family don't you?" Angie asked a little shocked.

"Oh yes. I have a son two grandsons and a granddaughter, but that was twenty odd years ago."

"What do you mean?" Angie asked now cautious.

"I haven't seen them for nearly twenty years."

"I'm sorry to hear that Jake, did they move away?" I asked.

"Nah we had a falling out he hasn't spoken to me since. His wife calls me now and again to keep me up to date but otherwise no I've not got anybody to leave my possessions too."

"But why?" demanded Angie. 

I glared at her while saying, "I'm sorry Jake we didn't mean to pry."

Jake looked at both of us and smiled weakly. I could see by the expression on his face that it was a sort point even after all these years.

"Not to worry, it's all water under the bridge now. How about a refill," he said handing out his glass.

We continued to talk for a couple of hours and I found myself opening the last bottle of Jake's wine.

"You're going to have to let me buy some of this wine off you or at least give me the recipe and I'll make my own."

"That'll cost you and dearly," Jake said seriously. However, I could see there was mischief in his eyes.

"I see so how much would it cost me for six bottles."

"Let me see, I would say in the region of £200."

"What, how much?" gasped Angie and sat upright, she had slowly slid further back into her seat as the evening went on.

"Hey don't mock it there's a lot of work goes into making wine as good as that," he went on, "You have to collect the fruit then crush it to extract the juice. Then ferment the juice, on this occasion, I used a couple of oak barrels. The wooden barrels help to enhance the flavour. Several weeks later, I'm bottling it and bedding it down for eight to twelve months for it to mature and that is what you were drinking tonight. So if you add up all the man-hours ingredients etc. then that wine will cost you quite a bit."

"Putting it like I suppose your right," I said, "Well I think we'll pass on that one Jake that's way beyond our price bracket."

"Thought so, most people don't buy it, which means there's more for me," he said smiling, "Any more wine left?"

"Sure, we've got a whole bottle left," I replied getting up.

"Hold on make sure Angie's glass in topped up first."

I looked at Angie to see she was well on her way. This homemade wine must be quite strong, topping her glass up I asked, "Say Jake isn't this homemade wine supposed to be strong?"

"It can be; I suppose the strongest brew I've made is 32% proof."

"Thirty two percentage, Christ what was that?"

"That was Birch Sap wine I made a few years back. The result was pure luck than judgement. But that's all gone I drank all that."

"So what was the strength of this wine?"

"Not as strong, this one if I remember was 26% proof."

"Wow, the average bottle of wine is what 11%, 12%," I guessed, "Maybe I should start my homebrew."

"Is there any more?" Angie asked.

To say I was surprised at Angie was an understatement. She never drinks like this normally, I'd admit the wine was good but still she's never knocked it back this quick. It look as if she was sitting there all blurry eyed. 

"Nope we've drunk all. Besides I don't think you should be drinking anymore."

Angie swayed in her seat, "No I suppose not," she replied.

"I'll get you a nice cup of coffee in a minute."

"So Peter did you really like the wine?"

"Sure did Jake, for homemade wine it was good and nice to drink."

"How about if we make a bargain?" he asked.

"What kind of bargain?"

"Well I was wondering, and please don't get upset over what I'm about to ask, do you think Angie would give me a hand job for six bottles of my wine?" he asked, then said, "I haven't had a female touch my old codger for over ten years and it would be really nice to have it again."

I sat there a bit shocked. My head spun with the alcohol and the implication of his request. He looked at Angie and so did I. She sat on the couch with her head back and her eyes closed. I don't think she'd heard Jake's request. Her summer dress splayed out over her thighs and her breasts seemed to me a lot bigger and prominent.

Oh, Sid, Sid what have we done, I thought to myself. How do I answer this? I'd already decided I wanted to see Angie fucked by another man. Do I let Jake take advantage of her, a seventy five year old man who I'd be surprised if he could actually get it up?

I watched him as he waited for my answer. He was a gritty man, a face full of wrinkles and blotches. He was unshaven with at least three days growth on his face. The fact that he had more hair on his face than he had on his head; his baldness exaggerated the size of his ears.

"I know what you're asking me Jake, but doesn't Angie get a say in this?"

"Um I suppose so," he replied and looked at Angie.

I too looked at Angie but she was sitting there with her eyes closed as if she'd dropped off to sleep.

"Angie, you haven't fallen asleep have you?" I asked.

She stirred. She was drunk or very nearly.

"Angie, Jake here has asked if you would do the honours and give him a hand job."

Angie came instantly awake. She looked over at me her eyes wide with shock, "I can't do that," she replied.

"Go on Angie he hasn't had a female touch for such a long time."

"Please Angie, would y'?" Jake said quietly.

Angie looked me and then said, "You can't be serious Peter?" she slurred, "It's not right."

"It's been a long time, nearly eleven years come December. I could do with the touch of a woman."

"Come on Angie, it's not like I'm asking you to let him shag you is it," I added.

"No one will know. I'm sure you two won't broadcast it, I know I won't," Jake said seriously his voice optimistic.

"Go on Angie I can't see any harm in it," I said trying to coax her along. "We'll get six bottles of this fine wine Jake had made."

Jake sat forward in the chair, "Please Angie, I'm not asking to shag you, Angie," Jake put in trying to get her agree, "I just won't some touching and a hand job by a woman rather than myself."

"Will you two stop it," she cried and looked at me with daggers in her eyes, "I'm a happily married woman, married woman don't do that sort of thing," she said.

There was a kind of ten-second pause where no one said anything. Now that it looked like Angie was having none of this, she would probably venture off to bed.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she said as she got up. She left the room and we heard her close the bathroom door.

"Looks like we've blown that one mate," Jake said despondently as he got up and stretched his leg then sat again.

"I didn't think she'd go for it anyway," I said nodding in agreement.

"Never mind better luck next time." Despondency covered Jake's face. He seemed rejected, sad even. He must have thought he was actually on a winner with my wife.

Angie suddenly appeared in the doorway, "Can we talk Peter?"

"Sure," Angie disappeared into the kitchen and I followed.

"I think I've got you into some serious trouble with the misses, mate. I'd better get a move on."

"Now you hang on in there, let me see what she's got to say for herself."

"Sure Pete, whatever you want."

I entered the kitchen to find Angie leaning back against the counter waiting for me with arms folded. I gave a weak smile.

"What on earth is going Peter?" she asked anger in her eyes, "I told you I didn't want to do what we did in London ever again."

"Yes I know sweetheart but he's only asking for a hand job not fall blown sex!"

"I do know the difference but it's still the same thing, I'll be cheating on you and that's bad."

"You're not cheating if I know what you're doing, if you do something like that behind my back then that's cheating."

"I don't care how you put it Peter; I don't want to do it."

"Okay, okay you were only doing an old man a favour. He's just desperate to fill a woman's touch again that's all. He's probably missing his wife. Why he thought of you I don't know, but he did, and I'm rather proud of that."

"Are you?" she snapped back surprised. 

I was getting close to ruining the whole evening if I took it any further, but I stood my ground.

"Yes I am proud of you. You're my wife and I love you. As I've said before what we did in London was fantastic and I respect you for what happened. I don't think any less of you; in fact I'm probably more in love with now because of what we did in London."

"You are?" she said diffidently. The anger was gone from her eyes and she stood gently swaying. Angie was drunk but not that drunk not to realise what was going on around her. 

"Yes I am, don't you feel sorry for Jake?"

"I feel sorry for a lot of things Peter , starving kids, cruelty to animals but it doesn't mean I pack up sell the house and give it all away does it," Angie explained, "And as for Jake, well he can get his release somewhere else."

"Okay I understand," I replied dejected. The whole idea of watching Angie give Jake the release he wanted seemed so erotic. "We should have a couple of bottles of wine in the wine rack I'll get them," I said changing the subject and heading for the rack.

Angie went back to the lounge and I could hear Jake apologising for his forward ness and Angie responding by telling him not to worry about it.

I returned with a bottle already opened and we started drinking again. We drank slower now but the conversation went on. Jake seemed to want to chat even more as the wine flowed but he showed no signs of drunkenness; he seemed to be able to hold his drink. 

Jake was very interesting to listen too. He had me captivated by his stories. Some were funny and others sad as he related what he'd seen and got up too whilst in the army during the war. Even Angie seemed captivated with this weathered old man.

As the night went on and the clock passed mid-night, I noticed that Angie was drunk. Her dress had ridden up high on her thighs and she hadn't checked or put it back into place for quite some time. It was now I suddenly had the inclination to test the water again. Angie was sitting side ways on the couch facing Jake with one leg over the other. Jake had just finished another funny episode in his life just after getting married when I said to Angie, "Don't you think you ought to give Jake that wank now Angie?"

Angie turned to look at me; Jake's eyes grew instantly wide in surprise as he heard what I'd asked my wife.

She replied, "No," her voice was quiet almost a mumble and held no substance. Glancing back at Jake I silently indicated to him to get out his cock.

Jake hurriedly got up out of his seat whilst taking his cock out and stood in front of Angie expectantly. Automatically I looked at his cock to see that it was about the same size as mine was except that it bent away to the left, only slightly but prominently enough to notice. However, what made you look twice was the size of his knob end. It was overly large compared to the rest of his cock, disproportionately so.

"Come on Angie," I said.

Angie moved round and sat on the edge of the seat, Jake moved in his face flushed as he suddenly realised that his request was about to be honoured.

I watched as Angie grabbed his cock and immediately started to wank him.

It was happening; my wife of twenty years was playing with another man's cock. Obviously, the wine played an important part to get it to this stage, but I think she knew what she's doing.

Very quickly, as her hand move up and down Jake's cock came to full erection. The bending of his cock that I saw just now had changed. As his cock had grown erected, so the angle of the bend move and it now arched upwards rather acutely. I could see his knob end, amazed at how it look and the only way I could describe it would be to liken it a tulip with a large bell like flower that seem to taper towards the tip. It looked angry a deep purple colour that seemed unreal. I wondered what kind of pleasure that formidable cock would give a woman once it was inside her. Maybe tonight I might find out. 

Then a drop of fluid appeared at the tip of this ancient weapon and Angie's hand smeared it all over his knob making it glisten in its own discharge.

Angie sat there with her head to one side as she thrust her hand up and down his length. Jake stood there watching her hand move over his flesh, propelling his foreskin back and forth. A thin grin of triumph was on his lips as the forty-two year old married woman wanked him off.

"Pull your dress up Angie, let me see your knickers?" he asked in a voice just above a whisper.

I sat across from them wandering if she would comply. Angie neither replied nor did anything other than wank his cock.

"Are you going to show me your knickers Angie?" he asked again.

Angie shook her head.

"Come on Angie, help me out here; just raise your dress it'll make me come quicker."

Angie continued to abuse his cock, after a long pause her other hand move down between her legs took hold of her dress and pulled it up. Her naked thighs very quickly came into view and then her yellow knickers.

"That 'a girl; cor look at that muff," he gasped; "Now there's a descent bush if ever I've seen under a pair of knickers." Jake said surprised, he stared down at her covered sex concentrating on what was beyond the flimsy fabric.

I too looked and saw the blackness underneath her knickers. I also saw, as I'm sure Jake did, the black hairs poking out from her knickers legs, long and spidery trying to grow out from her sex. 

Watching Angie in this position was one of the most erotic scenes I've seen. There was my lovely wife sitting on the edge of the couch with her legs open and an old man of seventy-five standing in-between them. Whilst holding up her dress exposing her covered crotch she masturbated him.

"Blimey Angie, you're one hell of a sexy woman, look at yourself, absolutely gorgeous."

Jake started to grunt as I could see he was on his way to coming. His face flushed red with lust his breathing laboured.

"God, I'd love to see that lovely muff of yours Angie?" he asked, "Why don't you let me see it for real Angie?"

Again, Angie shook her head, but she kept her dress up for the old man. Angie speeded up her actions thinking he was close to coming. As she speeded up so her action started a flap, flap sound as the loose skin of his foreskin whipped over his knob end making Jake groan and with his head back in pleasure. I now had a raging hard on straining to get out of my trousers.

Jake looked back at Angie's knickers again. Then at her hand which had become a blur as she tried to bring him off.

"Will you let me see y' fanny Angie?" the old man asked again.

Again, she shook her head.

"Come on Angie; let me see that muff of yours?"

I sat watching and my excitement was such that I wanted to see more. It was like a drug and I wanted London all over again. I was prepared to watch Angie fuck someone else and to allow it to happen regularly so with my cock solid as a rock and tenting my trousers I got up and sat next to Angie as she continued to wank him off. 

Angie still didn't respond, except that as I sat she looked slightly agitated as if she'd woken up from her own private world.

Jake then grabbed Angie's hand and stopped her. We both looked at him and he asked, "Can we lie on the floor Angie, I can't do it like this, standing up and all?"

Angie seemed to think it was okay and slipped from the couch onto the floor. Jake followed.

My wife was on her knees expecting Jake to lie on his back but he turned to lie on his side facing away from the couch. He smiled up at her and patted the carpet in front of him, "Come and lie down here next to me sweetheart."

Slightly confused she complied and lay in front of him. She straight away took hold of his cock and started stroking him.

"That's better," he said putting his arm around her and started caressing her. "Hmm now we're getting somewhere," he said as his hand slowly moved up and down her back. He then leant forward and kissed Angie on the cheek; pulled back and added, "I really appreciate this Angie. I just love the feel of a woman's hands on my cock."

Jake again leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. However, this time he continued to kiss her all over her face until her found her lips and then started to kiss her passionately. At first, Angie didn't respond. She kept her mouth shut and her lips sealed. Several seconds into the kiss Angie made a quiet whimper, relaxed and then relented.

The kiss was long and hard. Jake didn't actually pull her close but kept the kiss going and at the same time caress her back.

Angie broke the kiss gasping only for Jake to kiss her again. This time it went on longer and as they kissed, Jake's hand moved down and started caressing her thigh through the material of her dress. Angie's hand was still holding his cock but there was very little movement as she made out with the old man.




At The Conference Ch. 03



Then I saw his hand go up her dress following the line of her thigh. His caresses were soft and effective, as his hand moved upwards so her dress went with it slowly exposing her thighs until I saw the yellow material of her knickers.

Very quickly, his hand moved round to her front and cupped her mound. Although at this stage I couldn't see it, I knew he'd managed to rub her cunt through her knickers, before her hand came quickly down to stop him. Angie tugged his hand away and groaned in despair at the same time.

He continued to kiss her and Angie responded by kissing him back. Jake then pulled her leg over his. I couldn't see anything now as Angie's dress had slipped down and over his cock. 

What I could see was a lot of thigh and the crotch of her knickers, the black pubes poking out from each side of it.

The old man then ran his hand up her leg, along her thigh to the bottom of her arse and threw the dress up exposing her lower half to me. It was then I saw the yellow material of her knickers clearly showing a large wet patch, looking closer I could plainly see her pubes underneath .

There was movement under her dress. A battle raged between Angie and Jake as she slowly worked his cock. There was a bit of toing and throwing where she was trying to prevent him from doing something. A minute later, I was shocked to see his cock appear as he thrust it between her legs to rub along her knickers.

Angie broke away from him again and gasped. Her face was red with either lust or embarrassment. They looked at each other and Jake went in for another kiss.

However, Jake had won that battle and he wasn't going to give up now. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. Then started kissing her neck and licking her ear lobe. At the same time, he started to gently thrust his cock back and forth along the gusset of her knickers.

He pulled her closer still and started passionately kissing her again. Again, she responded to him and I could clearly see their tongues working together inside her mouth.

Jake moved his hand down and over her thigh to her sex and with his fingers pushed upwards on his cock so that it was hard up against her covered slit.

He was leaking fluid that was soaking into her already wet knickers but also her thighs as he continued to thrust his cock back and forth. I watched, as her wet patch got bigger and bigger.

Then he pushed hard with his fingers whilst thrusting upwards against the edge of her knickers and it was then that I realised what Jake was trying to do. The dirty old git was trying to get his cock up my wife.

I could see a problem though; his disproportionate bell end would probably not go under the rim of her knickers.

Jake persevered. He maintained the kissing and kept his cock pressed into her sex. Yet his angle of attack was going to let him down, as he was too high. That was when Jake stopped moving. He broke the kiss and pulled slightly away, in one movement he pulled Angie closer still and slid down an inch or two. I saw immediately the angle was better and he started kissing again.

Angie was now hard against his chest flattening her tits while she kept her butt pulled away from him slightly in a vain attempt to keep the old man at bay. Angie obviously thought she was okay and safe allowing him to continue with his gentle thrusting.

His fingers again pushed on his cock forcing it up against my wife's sex. He kept up the soft plunging and I could see her black pubes all gooey and stuck to her flesh.

Breaking away from that mesmerising scene, I looked at Angie and was shocked to see the telltale signs of an orgasm, with her eyes shut and her face flushed with anticipation. Angie was lost in the kissing marathon and the movements between her legs.

Returning to the other end, Jake suddenly tried to move Angie closer still, tried to cuddle her by bringing her lower body against his. Nevertheless, Angie fought this move as she was managing to limit the amount of movement on her cunt. Jake had obviously anticipated this as at the same time he moved himself down an inch or two. I now sat watching him change his angle of attack on my wife's cunt. His swollen cock head was now pointing at an upward angle. This new approach had the tip if his cock rubbing between the rim of her knickers leg and the white flesh of her slick thigh. Her thigh was coated with his pre-come and her knickers were drenched not just from Jake's cock but from her very own cunt.

Then it happened.

Jake's over large knob end slipped under the rim of her knickers leg. There it was half in half out. I couldn't believe it the old man was nearly there. His patience and determination had succeeded in getting into Angie's knickers.

My heart was beating like mad; my mind was swimming in a sea of lust and expectation as I watched Jake thrust forward once again only to see his knob disappear under the yellow material. He stopped for a second while he continue to snog my wife, I think he was close to coming so tried to hold back.

At that moment I had no idea whether Angie knew or even realised that Jake had got this far. His knob was just millimetres away from her minge hole. Surely, she was able to tell that he was so close to having her, to feel his cock touching her sex.

All I wanted to see now was his whole length slide up inside her cunt and fuck her, make her come, come inside her and if he could manage it fuck her again. I wanted to see her hold onto him while her orgasm crashes through her body and he spunks her cunt. I want to see her royally serviced from another man's cock.

To get this far it had taken Jake a good thirty minutes and I felt very elated. I was on a high, a sexual high. I'd never felt like this before and I wanted it more often. And I waited with bated breath to see what happens next.

I looked down at her sex to see Jake's cock head had slightly moved up, the overly large knob had now effectively pull the gusset of her knickers out a few centre metres exposing more of her slick black bush. Then suddenly Jake's cock twitched; Angie's eyes snapped open as she suddenly realised where Jake's cock was. Fear and lust appeared on her face in an instant but before she could act Jake thrust forward while holding onto her arse.

I saw his cock disappear up her cunt.

Angie gasped at the sudden intrusion, "Agh!" Her head went back in sexual shock. Her hands came up to push him away but it was too late Jake was moving, pushing her backwards onto her back.

Angie went over; Jake at the same time moved with her got her legs between his. She landed on her back with Jake on top his cock still buried in her cunt. Another thrust of his hip and he was home.

Angie gasped again as she felt that huge knob end invade her body feeling the way it forced its way into her. Not a feeling of pain but a nice stretching feeling as it travelled up into her cunt. Then she felt the tip kiss her cervix before he pulled it back then thrust back into her body.

With her legs straight out and Jake keeping them together with his own legs he started to fuck her.

I got down on the floor and looked up her legs to see his cock shafting Angie's cunt. I have never fucked Angie this way before so I wondered what it felt like; I was watching his cock parting her minge flaps, her black pubes clinging wetly to his weapon as it plunged back and forth into her body.

Moving to their side, I watched Angie fuck. My dream had come true. There, right in front of me Jake was fucking Angie. This is what I wanted, to see my lovely wife take cocks of all shapes and sizes.

In less than minute, Angie was responding to his movements by thrusting up her hips in time with the old man's thrusts.

Angie groaned, to me the sound was pure heaven, knowing another man was making her do it. Now I wanted to see her orgasm on this old man's cock. To see her well serviced with spunk running from her cunt hole.

I found myself losing it in a mind full of lust. It's like a drug and it wouldn't take much to become addicted.

Angie was giving herself to him, allowing him to service her cunt with his cock. Her hands suddenly gripped his arse and pulled him in further on every downward lunge when she exploded in orgasm. Her cunt throbbed round the plunging cock as her climax swept through her body. I saw her legs twitch and then tremble, her eyes screwed shut as the blissful pain caused the tendons in her neck to go ridged.

"Oh yes," she burst out as she opened her eyes and looked at me. I could see the lust in her eyes as her body continued to take Jakes pounding. Then he too succumbed to his own need as he pushed his cock deep into my wife's cunt.

"Take my load Angie," he gasped as he lunged once and groaned then again and again as his cock throbbed, spurting spunk deep into my wife's womb.

"Mm," she moaned as she relaxed while waiting for Jake to finish dumping his spunk in her cervix.

Jake rolled off her to lie on his back beside her. 

I now saw her; the just fucked look on her face was out of this world. Her knickers were now saturated. I could still see her sex as the gusset had yet to move back into place. I could see the black hair of her muff matted to her sex.

Angie sat up; she looked and saw me looking at the junction at the top of her legs and pulling her skirt down while looking away clearly embarrassed. She then quickly headed for the bathroom.

As soon as Jake got his breathe back he too sat up. He smiled at me, "Well that was a result," he said getting to his feet his cock still hanging out of his fly, semi erect and wet with spunk and Angie's cunt juices on his knob end. There was also spunk smear on the front of his trousers.

"Was it?"

Jake sat on the end of the arm of the couch, "Sure was, you've one hell of a woman there Pete. She's highly fuckable and I enjoyed giving it to her."

"Did you?"

"Yep wouldn't mind doing her again if you don't mind, I'm sure you don't?" he asked with a knowing smile.

I didn't answer.

"You like it don't you?" he asked but went on, "You're like me in away. I used to like watching my misses taking cock when we were younger. We started earlier than you did though. Sarah was just thirty three when she took her first cock outside of marriage."

After that remark, I started paying attention.

"It was a guy at a party we attended. He was well gone and the host asked us to take him home as we lived close to him. 

Sarah was drunk as well and on the way home missed his turning on the motorway. By the time I managed to turn round and get back on the right road I was bursting for a piss. I parked the car in an old closed down café, rushed off behind the building, and had my piss. It seemed to take ages to empty my bladder and eventually I was heading back to the car. As I approached the vehicle, I heard the moans. The passenger door on the far side of the car was wide open and as I looked into the car, I saw Sarah on her back on the rear seat. In between her open thighs lay our passenger pumping away at her cunt. He was in my saddle fucking my wife, as I stood there so she came off on his cock like a speeding express train. What a sight that was I simply loved it. From then on Sarah had cock, strange cock anything up to three times a week for years."

"It's like a drug isn't it?" I questioned knowing I was already addicted.

"Yes it is and once you are addicted there's no turning back."

"How long did it last then, for you and your wife?" I asked.

"Years, we weren't swingers as such; we didn't go to groups or anything like that. We just did it when we felt like it. In the beginning, once she'd got over her shyness, Sarah couldn't get enough cock. She loved it."

"So when did it stop?"

"When Sarah passed away. You see we never really stopped. We just drifted away from it, age was the main problem I suppose as there were not as many people who wanted to it with a couple of geriatrics," he said smiling.

"Were you not jealous? I mean didn't you ever think Sarah would leave you for one of her lovers?"

"It crossed my mind a few times. Nevertheless, she always said that she would never leave me for another man no matter how good a lover he was. She was only in it for the sex and she loved me and only me."

"This is only the second time I've watched Angie and now I can't get enough of seeing her taken. It truly is a drug."

"I know it was the same for me," he replied, "Even after seeing it a hundred times I still wanted more."

"Well so do I and I'm going to have more," I said emphatically.

"God on y' lad, so when is Angie available again?" he asked expectantly.

"Anytime you want," I declared, "There's only one stipulation I want to add. You can only have sex with her while I'm present. Any attempt to do otherwise and you will be shut out."

"That's fine by me Pete."

Angie came to the door, she looked sheepish, embarrassed even, but what came through more than anything else was that just fucked look and as far as I was concerned Angie, my wife looked stunning.

Before I could do anything Jake went straight to her, put an arm round her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her on the forehead saying, "Thanks Angie you were wonderful." He then kissed her fully on the lips, "I'm off now, see you guys later." Then he was gone.

Angie remained framed in the doorway. She was wearing the same clothes as before, she looked nice and sexy, the just fucked look was fading as she decided to come into the room and sit on the couch.

The silence between us was deafening until in the end I couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "You okay?"

Angie looked at me and gave a weak smile saying, "Couldn't be better."

The sound of her voice had many different hidden meanings that I was unsure how to take, "You sure?"

"Well what do you think Peter. Here I am sitting on the couch in our lounge with another man's spunk in me who, I have to say, has just royally fucked me, here on our lounge carpet."

"You enjoyed yourself then?" I asked flippantly.

"I suppose in the end I did. In the end I liked his cock up me, I like the way I came on his cock," Angie replied forcefully trying to goad me into an argument.

"But . . .?"

"But nothing, I like coming on his dick."

"You did?"

"I know what we did in London and yes I could've stopped it at any time if I wanted too. But I certainly didn't want a repeat of it. Now I have."

"Yes you have and once again you could've stopped it."

"Yes maybe, but Peter I would never have guest in a million years that you would enjoy this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?"

"Watching me with other men for one!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, well since London I have wondered whether you would do it again. When Sid turned up in town and asked if he could have another go at you, it got worse. I have fantasised about it ever since." Angie was watching me intently; "I just wanted to see you fucked again, it is such a turn on."

"So I suppose you don't want it to stop now?" she asked her voice mildly angry.

"Um no, I don't," I replied, "It is so exciting knowing that you're sitting there with spunk in your belly that has come from another man."

"You really do like this sort of thing don't you?"

"I didn't know I did until London and even for quite some time after, but it all came to a head when Sid turned up. Since then I can't get it out of my mind. It's funny but even now after what's just happened I love you more now than I did a couple of hours ago if that's possible?"

"You've not thought about my feelings then. Whether I want to do this or not?" she responded.

"Honestly no I haven't. Yes I've been selfish about it but once I'd seen you perform in London I needed to see you do it again, now, after tonight I want to see it again and again."

"Don't you want me anymore, is that it?" she asked concerned.

"Oh yes, I want you," I said getting up from my chair, "After what I've just seen I want you even more."

I went to her, knelt on the floor, pulled her legs off the couch, and spread them. Her yellow knickers came into view and boy, were they saturated.

Angie was looking at me gauging my reaction to the state of her knickers as I pulled them down over her knees. Straight away, I saw the state of her minge, the sticky mess on her sex. I opened them further and what I saw there surprised me; there was my wife's royally fucked cunt. There was spunk everywhere. When she went to the bathroom, she couldn't have cleaned herself as spunk thickly matted her pubes and around her cunt hole. There it was the fantasy I've always wanted to see in real life - a cream pie, my wife was letting me see one for the first time. Closed were her hairy minge flaps but slowly oozing out from between them was some pearly white spunk. This was the truth and the reality that my lovely wife, whom I love dearly, had just fucked another man and he'd dumped his load inside her -- bloody beautiful.

Without further ado, I slid my cock into her spunk-filled cunt. Angie and I kept eye contact as my cock easily slid all the way in. Her cunt was or seemed like it was on fire as the heat of their passion not forty minutes gone remained, as did the slickness of her insides. I had felt it in London and now I'm feeling it again.

As my cock went in the heat and wetness of her cunt engulfed my cock and it felt out of this world. Another man's spunk was coating my own cock whilst entering her body. Spunk he'd only just dumped inside her.

My cock hit bottom and I pulled Angie up, wrapped my arms around her still keeping eye contact, and said, "You're so fucking gorgeous, your cunt feels fantastic and I want it to be like this always."

Angie smiled lustily, "You mean you actually like it when I have another man's mess in me?" 

"Oh yes, you don't know how it feels, to feel you like this, isn't it different doesn't it feel different to you?"

"Huh huh but not possibly in the same way as it is for you."

I slowly fucked her cunt wanting the feelings to last forever. We held each other as I gently thrust and then felt my own orgasm brewing in the base of my cock. I was going to add my spunk to Angie's already spunked cunt. I went slowly with nice easy thrusts still trying to control my orgasm, wanting it to last. Then Angie quickly grabbed my arse and pulled me in, "Oh," she cried out, her body suddenly quivered while she bucked her hips backwards and forwards several times. Looking at her, I could see she was embarrassed and at the same time surprised as she closed her eyes and climaxed on my cock.

"Mm," she groaned in pleasure as I felt her cunt contract in time with her movements. It was then that I too succumbed to my own orgasm and spunked my wife, shooting red-hot sperm into her innards to mix with her previous lovers discharge.

On the day of the BBQ, the weather was gorgeous. By two thirty in the afternoon most of our guests had arrived. We had seventeen for our outside feast and Peter was busy cooking over the hot coals.

This allowed me to speak to all our friends and catch up with family gossip with the friends we hadn't seen for some time. Jake made up the seventeenth person. 

I was looking at Jake in a completely different way now. Before he was just an old man who lived on his own in the next street. To me he was not handsome, nor am I attracted to him even if he was thirty years younger. I would imagine he was a skinny little runt because he isn't much better now.

Jake was a friend of Peter, or should I say more of an acquaintance. He met him whilst visiting the local pub a year or two ago. 

Although London was an incident that seemed to happen spontaneously, I never wanted to repeat it, but now I have. I know it's wrong, and my marriage vows, smashed into little pieces. If Sid hadn't turned up when he did, I am sure none of this would have happened. However, he did and I can't change that. I have lain with another man and he took me in front of my husband. The old man had fucked me and brought me off to a wonderful climax.