3 comments/ 20454 views/ 3 favorites Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 04 By: oldiethevoyeur Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 04 I don't think my arousal had dipped at all, I was still feeling such a horny, dirty slut and I'm ashamed to say, I was loving it. We kissed and made out on the floor for a while, him swearing his undying love for me, me reassuring him what a great fuck he was – we do know how to stoke your egos when necessary you know – before he eventually rolled off me and looked down at me as he rested his head on his hand. I could see he was wanting to say something, but he was obviously embarrassed as his face went bright red. Taking his head in both my hands, I asked him what was troubling him. I should have known. You men are all the same, you see something on a porn website and immediately think us women should agree to do it for you. I sort of knew what he was going to ask before he opened his mouth, and I was right. He told me he had seen women take cocks up their bottom on the internet and wondered if he could do that to me. I know I have begged you not to do that to me. The one time we did it, it hurt so damn much I thought you were going to split my poor little arse open, but his cock is so much thinner than yours and I really was feeling such a dirty bitch that I thought... Fuck It!...Why not? I told him we had to have some form of lubrication if we were going to do that, and asked him what there was to use. The poor boy looked so disappointed, he had no idea what there was in the house of that nature. By this time my horny mind had come around to actually wanting my arse fucked more than anything in the world at that moment, so I jumped up and went into the kitchen searching for some form of lube. I found the ideal thing in one of Lizzie's kitchen cabinets. A bottle of sunflower oil. It was an organic natural substance and of course was very, very slippery so it seemed ideal for my filthy purpose. I could sense my horny wife was getting excited by telling me of her adultery. Her breathing was getting heavier as she was talking, her voice getting huskier too. I could also feel her body moving rhythmically. I suspected she was stroking between her legs, hearing the odd 'squishy' sound coming from her side of the bed. Softly taking my rod-like penis in her soft grip, she slowly started stroking it, stopping occasionally to squeeze just underneath the mushroom-shaped head and preventing any unwanted eruption. "I walked back into the lounge; swinging my naked hips as sexily as I knew how; noticing how the room smelled of our sex and thinking like a woman does that we would have to open the windows after we had finished our fucking. George's face beamed as he saw the oil and realised he was actually going to fuck my arse. He jumped up and ran over to me, smothering my face with kisses as he again pledged his everlasting love to me. I took him in my hand, he was as hard as a rock yet again, and used his cock to pull him around the back of the sofa. Giving him the bottle of oil, I bent over the couch and pulled my arse cheeks open for him, exposing my little brown hole to his amazed stare. I told him to squirt the oil into my tight anus, stressing to him that he had to make sure it went deep inside, and that he had to oil up his cock too. Once he had done all that - the oil squirting into my tight little hole was not an unpleasant feeling at all I found and I really quite enjoyed it - I instructed him to slowly feed his lovely long cock into me, telling him to be gentle and to stop immediately if I told him to. Slowly but surely he pushed into me, my almost virgin hole gripping him as tightly as a vice. I was absolutely amazed when I felt his balls press against my dripping cunt as he forced himself into me in one smooth, slow, stroke. I'd taken his full length with no trouble at all. Oh fuck Bob! I have got to say it felt absolutely fucking wonderful. I have never felt so filthy and debased in all my life. The sheer nasty dirtiness of what I was allowing a relative stranger to do to me was one of the most exciting feelings I have ever had. I reached between my legs and forced four fingers as deep into my sopping pussy as I could, my thumb pressing hard on my clit as I frantically wanked myself. He tried to fuck me slowly like I'd asked, but it all got too much for his young senses and in just a few seconds he was pounding my tightest hole as hard as he could. There was a little pain but I loved it. I heard myself scream at him to fuck me harder as I furiously pushed my fingers in and out of my cunt. I seemed to be having continuous orgasms, my cunt gripping my fingers as tight as a clam, until finally, just after I felt his cum splash deep into my bowels, I had an almighty, totally mind-blowing climax...." I felt Claire shiver at the side of me, her lower body pushing against me as she obviously had an orgasm. Her hand was vigorously wanking me by then, my cock pulsing in her grip as it sought it's much needed relief. I felt the pressure building and before I could even attempt to delay it, my hot cum flew from the end of my knob, one long hard spurt followed by several smaller ones. I heard my wife giggling and spluttering by my side. Pulling the mask from my eyes, I looked down at her as I quickly got used to the light. I was forced to laugh myself as I saw what had caused her amusement. A long stream of my milky white cum was stretched all the way from her chest, over her neck, and the full length of her face. It seemed to have got everywhere, in her mouth, up her nose, in both eyes and a big blob dripping from her hair. "Well sweetheart, you certainly seem to have enjoyed me telling you what happened to your dirty little hot wife. Are you really OK with it?" she asked nervously. "Well I'm still as jealous as fuck," I replied, "But at the same time, it was so horny hearing you tell me like that. He really is one lucky fucker is young George." Claire left the bed and went into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with a wet flannel before climbing back in with me and starting to wipe us both down. "Was that the end? Or is there some more to tell?" I asked. Wiping the glob of my cum from the side of her mouth with her finger, she sensuously placed it in her mouth, seductively sucking it clean as she stared into my eyes. "Not quite the end, we had a little more 'fun' after that little episode. You want to hear about it?" The little minx was really into the teasing and tormenting by then, I think it was turning her on as much as me as she recited her tale of perverted debauchery. "Huh Huh!" I replied, "May as well get it all out in the open," She grinned wickedly at me, squeezing my now soft cock hard as she continued to look me squarely in the eye. "You really are such a pervert. If I had known another cock using my holes would turn you on so much, I would have done it years ago." Not really knowing if she was actually joking or not, I grabbed her and turned her onto her stomach. Giving her a couple of fairly hard slaps on her bum cheeks, I half-jokingly said, "I may need to be firmer with you in future you dirty bitch, You think you can get away with sharing your body just like that? "Mmmmm maybe the punishment would be as much fun as the crime," she laughed as she wiggled her reddened arse-cheeks at me. "Oh God!!!....What the fuck have I unleashed?" I laughed, "Now get back here and finish your tale, you dirty, dirty girl." "Not much more to tell really. Would you like me to play with 'Little Bob' while I finish the story?" "Not so much of the 'little' you bitch. I know gorgeous George is much longer than him, but if you aren't careful thick 'Little Bob' will be fucking your slutty little arsehole before the night's out." "Mmmmm, now that sounds like a plan, we got any sunflower oil up here?" my naughty, mischievous wife whispered. It was getting quite dark in the bedroom by then, so I didn't replace the mask as we again settled back into our bed. Claire again took a soft grip of 'Little Bob' but this time I too placed my hand on her sex and started to stroke her engorged lips gently, occasionally slipping my middle finger into the swamp. She moaned softly into my chest as she moved her hips in response to my teasing her pussy, gripping my cock firmer she did so. "Mmmm, that's so good. Would you like to fuck your naughty wife now? Before I finish my story?" Sorely tempted, I declined the offer and asked her to continue, promising her she would get what was coming to her later. "OK, if you insist... I was an absolute wreck after that bum-fuck. The whole area between my legs was just a sticky, dirty mess so I took myself off to the bathroom and gave everything a good wash, instructing George to do the same. I'd looked at myself in the mirror in there, and I must say, I looked a total slut. My hair was all over the place; my make-up and lipstick almost completely rubbed off my face; and my body... I could see little bruises starting to appear all over my tits where the horny sod had bitten them, but by far the most disgusting was my pussy. I have never seen my lips down there look so red and swollen, or as much dirty cum spread all over my thighs. I looked at my reflection and... I'm sorry my darling... I loved what I saw. I loved the feeling of being a dirty fuck-toy. I loved what I had just done, how I had debased myself so thoroughly. I'm ashamed to say now that you never crossed my mind at that moment. I never considered why I was there, why I had agreed to fuck another man in the first place, just that I was enjoying the whole concept of total, uninhibited, filthy fucking. When I got back to the smelly lounge I was not at all surprised to see my young lover had a full erection yet again.- are all 18 year old boys that horny?- Anyway, despite feeling a little tired myself, I couldn't resist the temptation. I got down between his spread legs and took him in my mouth again. Mmmmm he tasted so good, soapy and clean. I started sucking him, taking him as deep in my mouth as I could. Gradually I felt my throat give way as his cock slid deeper than I have ever been able to manage with your thicker one. I now know what 'deep-throat' actually means, I don't think I managed to get all of him in there, but there certainly wasn't much left. Of course it was all too much for him and he came down my throat with a rush. He was actually that deep at the time I didn't even taste him, just swallowed what he gave me. Totally back into the mood again by then, I turned him round and spread his skinny butt cheeks, exposing his little rosebud for my perverted use. For the first time, - you have never even hinted you wanted me to do it – I licked and stuck my tongue in another person's arsehole. It was so disgusting and horny I was dripping again all over the rug. Inevitably, when he turned around again he was at full mast, his hard young cock again available for my depraved desires. I pulled him over to the coffee table and knelt before him, leaning my upper body on the table, my swollen tits squashed flat as I laid prone for his use. Of course he wanted my arse again, but I told him once was enough and it was my cunt or nothing. He thrust into me with one long push and immediately started pumping like a rabid dog at my willing pussy. I think he may finally have been running out of cum, he lasted much longer than he had before. I didn't of course; I came twice while his cock fucked me, loving every minute of it. I asked him to stop and turned over, lying on my back with my legs hanging down either side of the table, able to put my feet flat on the floor. Pulling him back into me, I was then able to look into his eyes as he pounded me once again. I almost swallowed his tongue as we kissed, our passion building once more before we came almost simultaneously, me slightly behind him. In all this time, all those energetic fucks, we had hardly spoken to each other. Just the odd sentence when I told him what to do, or he asked me for something. His social skills were almost non-existent in-between fucks. It was obvious we had very little in common apart from the fact he wanted my sex and I needed his cock to fulfil my desires. I was beginning to feel knackered and sore by then, and he was plainly running out of steam. – and cum I suspect. - After one last slow fuck, me laying on Lizzie's kitchen table as he fucked me for what seemed hours, I suddenly remembered what had provoked my night of disgraceful lust in the first place and my original feelings of anger and betrayal all came back. That's when I got George to take the picture I sent you. I couldn't believe just how naughty I looked in it and how sexually used I appeared. I suddenly had the idea of letting you see me like that; tormenting you; hurting you as you had hurt me. I left and came back here. You saw the state of me when I arrived. I looked a total revolting mess. I hadn't even bothered to clean myself or shower after our last few fucks and I know I looked and smelled disgusting, but the sight of you when I walked in brought it all back to me. How much I felt I hated you at that time; how much you had hurt me. I wanted you to know what I had done, how I had let another cock abuse my body; the body that up to then had been yours and yours alone to have. The idea of the note I sent with the photo came the following day when I delivered it myself to your office while it was shut. I'd dropped the kids off at my parents so I could drive into town to leave the photo in your in-tray. Thinking about everything as I drove just got on top of me, so when I let myself into the office to print off the disgusting picture, I typed the note too. I'm so sorry Bob. I know that was just too much now. I realise how badly that must have hurt you...Please my darling, please forgive me for that. I don't need or want your forgiveness for fucking George, you damn well deserved that, but to rub it in your face like that was just too much." Surprisingly my cock was still rigid after her confession, the images of her lover pounding her willing body as she writhed underneath him absolutely vivid in my mind. As to forgiving her for the note and photo, well that could wait. I roughly dragged her hot, excited body underneath me and impaled her with one swift, hard thrust. It didn't last long: we both came together after a few minutes, hugging our sweaty bodies together as our tongues each tried to outdo the other. Despite my earlier powerful ejaculation, I had filled her appreciative cunt. Our mixed juices were dripping from between her legs as she lay there, looking just as she had in that offending photograph, her smile again lighting up the image of my dirty, sexy wife. We soon fell asleep, huddled together like the loving couple we were determined to be. Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 05 Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 05 I don't think I have ever been as embarrassed in my life as I was then. I was sitting having lunch in a bar with at least twenty strangers and had been blatantly fondled and kissed by two women in plain view of anyone who wanted to watch. Despite my discomfort, my conscience free cock remained as hard as a steel bar as my tormenting wife and I sat and ate our food. Eventually we finished our meal and, with a last smirk between the barmaid and my wife, we left the pub and returned to my car. Claire hadn't quite finished with our exhibitionism yet though. As soon as we got into our seats, she reached over and undid my zip. Pulling my painfully erect cock out she, in full view of the pub windows, immediately bent down and took most of me into her warm mouth. With all the stimulation I had been receiving over the last few hours, watching my wife blatantly display her cunt while she wanked herself; hearing her cum repeatedly as I drove; being fondled in front of a group of strangers, I came in just a few seconds. My sticky cum flooded her mouth as she pumped my relieved cock with her soft hand but, instead of swallowing straight away, she opened her mouth to display the sticky white residue settled on her tongue. Swirling the mess around in her mouth and grinning seductively into my astonished eyes, she closed her lips and made an obvious showing of swallowing my deposit. Claire gently cleaned my penis with a baby-wipe and put my severely diminished member back where it belonged, zipping my trousers back up and planting a sticky kiss on my grinning lips – I knew I could taste my cum on her but, to tell the truth, I didn't give a fuck. Laughing out loud and shaking my head slowly in disbelief, I tiredly started the car and drove us back to pick the children up from school. Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 06 It looks as though this is turning into an 11 or 12 part story, so please bear this in mind when your score or comment on the content. It is a story of cuckoldry and adultery so if you are not into that sort of thing I would ask you to please move on to other tales you may enjoy more. Regards Oldie, Once again edited by azure_skies -- any errors left are the result of the author's own clumsy attempts at re-writing certain bits Portrait of a Modern Marriage Chapter 6 Our New Life Begins Over the next couple of weeks we repeatedly talked about our proposed 'open' marriage and how things would work. We had decided on just a few rules, strangely discussing them as though we were planning a day out with the kids rather than planning our intentional and agreeable adultery. There were just three basic rules really; that there would be no more secrets- we would inform the other before, if it was planned, or as soon as possible after the event if it was spontaneous; we would always use condoms (unless Claire found herself another virgin ); the other rule was that there would be no repeat meetings with a lover without express permission of the other spouse. Other than that we were each allowed to pretty much do as we pleased, always taking care of course not to endanger either ourselves or our family life. I mentioned Claire starting to take birth-control pills - (I had had a vasectomy after our second child was born) and was quickly and defiantly informed that she had already started a course immediately after she had decided to get her revenge on me and that that was why it had taken so long for her to get around to fucking George, - she had to wait two weeks for the pills to take effect. Suitably chastened, I decided not to pursue the subject and kept my slightly miffed, jealous thoughts to myself. Me meeting other women wasn't going to be a problem, I met many women through work and there was always plenty of opportunity for extra-marital sex now that I was amenable to it. In fact, I was the first of us to take advantage of our new arrangement when I was showing an attractive middle-aged divorcee around a property. She had flirted with me outrageously when we had met on previous occasions but this time, with my new-found freedom, I was able to take advantage of the situation and vigorously fucked her from behind as she held her skirt up around her waist whilst looking out over a spectacular view of the Pennine hills, and yes, she did buy the property. Claire had been highly amused when I told her of my 'quickie' with a client, calling me a 'cheap whore' and jokingly accusing me of using my body to close a deal. Incidentally, she and I had a particularly torrid fuck session that night too. We were both excited over my initial foray into our new open lifestyle and fucked each other to a standstill before sinking into a deep, contented sleep. Claire meeting other men would be a problem however. She didn't come into contact with many other men when out and about during the day and I certainly didn't want her trailing round bars at night looking for stray cock. She didn't really want to continue fucking young George, that would become an 'affair' and neither of us wanted that to happen. She did actually fuck him again on a Saturday night a couple of weeks after my initial sex at work, however this was after her and her 'sister' Lizzie had arranged between them for me to fuck my wife's fuck-buddy's mother; they felt it only right that Claire shagging her young beau would serve the dual purpose of getting George out his mother's way whilst I fucked her and also getting my wife laid too. Of course, George and I had no prior knowledge of the two scheming women's arrangement. I was asked to go round to Lizzie's house as she had a problem only a man could solve whilst George was told he would be needed at our house to babysit. What I found when I arrived at my wife's co-conspirator's house was the door opened by a brazenly naked hussy who, after initially giving me a tongue-mashing kiss, silently sashayed into her lounge and bent over the sofa with her legs spread, first giving me a written note from my wife that invited me to make use of her friend's facilities; telling me to have fun and not to get back home before 11pm. - I should imagine the young man found something similar at my house when he arrived there too. I certainly made use of the sexy body laid out in front of me like that. I fucked her in that position for several minutes before she begged me to turn her around so she could suck me for a while, explaining it had been quite a while since she had had a cock and she really would like to suck one to completion and get back the 'taste'. After cumming in her mouth and her swallowing every drop, we adjourned to her bedroom where she proceeded to attack my body with the need of a frustrated nymphomaniac, frequently switching positions amid much screaming and begging to be fucked harder from the lady and grunting and sexual moaning from me. She had several orgasms whilst my cock or tongue was deep in her sopping cunt before, as a temporary finale, I pushed into her tight anus and fucked that neglected little hole vigorously enough for her to scream in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure and me to spurt my hot cum deep into her bowels, filling the strained condom to the maximum. * * * * * * I can't say I had really known Lizzie up until that night. I only knew her as a friend of my wife and, although I liked what I did know, I wasn't aware of her life-story as she had asked my wife not to tell anyone of what had been discussed between the two of them. As we lay there after our initial frenzied sexual burst, idly caressing each other's genitals and occasionally sharing an intimate kiss, my latest partner in my adultery gradually started to feel more comfortable with me (I guess the afterglow of great sex does that to a couple) and she began telling me what had brought her to that stage of her life. She was at that time 38 years old and had been divorced for over 10 years. She had been pregnant with George when she had married, reluctantly leaving college in order to have the baby and marry the father. Consequently, because of her interrupted academic career, she had felt a certain amount of resentment towards her husband; the relationship obviously suffering because of this although she said she had loved the man dearly. He, however, felt differently towards her and when the marriage was just six years old had impassively told her one night that he didn't love her, possibly never had, and was off to find someone he really did love. This was a desperate blow to her womanly personal esteem. Not only had her husband, the father of her child, left her, he had torn her heart out by saying there wasn't even anyone else involved and told her he wasn't sure if he had ever loved her in the first place. As she pointed out to me, at the time that was even worse than if he had told her he had fallen in love with someone else and wanted to be with her instead. At least then she would have had someone to blame, as it was, she could only worry and obsess about what it was about her that had forced him away, what she lacked that prevented him from loving the mother of his son. Luckily her parents were still around and well enough off to help her out. Together with the substantial alimony and child support her ex-husband agreed to pay, her parents were able to give her enough money to buy her current house and support her and her son for a while and, with the aid of a job she managed to get as a part-time manageress of an upmarket wine-bar just a few minutes from our homes, her and her son were able to live quite adequately as he was growing up... George was something of a young computer genius it would appear. He had received a full scholarship to attend Glasgow University to study computer sciences and would be starting that September. Lizzie giggled mischievously as she went on to tell me how glad she was that my wife had 'fucked her son's brains out' and how much more relaxed and confident he seemed to be over the last couple of weeks and how she really couldn't thank Claire enough. I must admit to feeling a large pang of jealousy at her joking reference to my wife's adultery with her son, although I did find her remarks quite funny too. We had been lying there about an hour when we heard the tinkle of her mobile phone text alert going off. Giggling away to herself, Lizzie told me she had an idea what that was and told me to just hang on while she read it. Her slightly overweight but still magnificent arse wobbled delightfully as she ran to retrieve her phone from the dresser. Turning to face me and exposing her swollen vagina to my interested gaze, she laughed loudly as she read the incoming text. "Wow!... I had no fucking idea." she exclaimed. I looked quizzically at her, inquiring with a raised eyebrow what was amusing her. "I don't think I should show you this, not if you're the jealous type," she laughed, running back to our love-nest and making her large, gently sagging tits bounce as she jumped back onto her side of the bed. "What?" I enquired, "What are you trying to hide from me," "You sure? You really want to see your wife committing adultery?" she mocked, knowing what my reaction had been to the first occasion that act had taken place. "Give it here you little minx!" I demanded, laughing even though I was actually jealously nervous. Catching the phone as she tossed it to me, I looked at the photo showing on the screen and gasped. "Fucking Hell!!!" There, in glorious colour, was a picture of my wife's cum covered face smiling at the camera as she sucked the end of a seemingly enormously long cock as cum dribbled from its end onto her pursed lips. "Fucking Hell," I repeated, "The dirty bitch." "I'm sorry Bob," my bed companion laughed, "I asked her to send me a picture of his cock. I haven't seen it for years and couldn't believe Claire wasn't exaggerating when she described it to me before." Grabbing my by then fully erect shaft and roughly stroking her fist up and down, she continued, giggling, "I had no idea she was going to send one like that, I just expected one of him soft. She really is a dirty bitch is your wife isn't she?" Dropping her head into my lap she once again tried to swallow me completely, gagging as I hit the back of her throat before sliding further down. Withdrawing after several deep strokes she reached over and picked up a condom from the selection lying on top of her bedside cabinet. Gently sliding the thin latex onto my rigid cock, she swiftly mounted me and forced her slimy cunt down to my balls with one firm shove. "Mmmmm fuck me hard Bob," she begged, "make me suffer for what your dirty bitch wife is doing with my son. Take your jealous revenge on my hot cunt my lover; make me cum and cum and cummmmm!!!" Throwing her onto her back I pounded her fanny like a sex-starved dog, my arse beating the rhythm of a hydraulic piston as I fucked the soft, willing woman underneath my sweating body. We gasped and panted to our orgasms; probably together although that courtesy wasn't particularly uppermost in my rampant mind at that moment. We just used each other for our own sexual gratification until, after several frantic minutes, we came to grunting, screaming climaxes. Slowly, as I rested on top of her soft, heaving chest, we got our breath back. My slimy cock, still encased in latex thankfully, slipped from her warm sheath as I fell off her and lay on my back. Lost in my mixed thoughts of jealousy and lust, I lay there gasping for breath as my lover wrapped her arms and legs around my body, her soaking wet fanny smearing her juices all over my thigh. "You know that Claire and I tell each other everything?" Lizzie whispered in my ear, casually stroking my flaccid cock. I nodded in reply, unable to speak coherently. "Well she told me how good you are at punishing her when she is naughty. Have I been naughty enough to be punished Bob? Do I deserve to have my nasty whore arse spanked?" she teased as she ground her swamp-like pussy against my hip. "I have to tell you I have been even more naughty than you might think. I had some nasty thoughts a mother shouldn't have about her own son when I saw the length of his cock in that picture. I wondered what it would feel like to have such a long cock up my cunt, just how far it would reach. Do you think that is naughty enough to get my slutty arse spanked too Bob?" she murmured provocatively as she increased the tempo of her cock-teasing fingers. My cock unbelievably hard once again, I gave in to her teasing and provocation. I roughly turned her over and forced her to her knees, placing several pillows underneath her to prevent her lying flat again. Without any preamble, I spanked her arse cheeks as hard as I could. I made them glow as I repeatedly flashed the flat of my large hand across her bouncing buttocks, causing them to turn cherry red as the individual imprints merged into one large scarlet patch. Ignoring her squeals of pain and the tears flooding down her face, I pounded her suffering globes as hard as I could until my arm was almost too tired to lift. I then forced my hand between her thighs, spreading them wide as I sought entry to her sodden cunt. Thrusting four of my fingers into her body without warning and my thumb up her tightest hole, I rapidly brought her to yet another screaming orgasm, continuing to spank her extremely sore backside with my free hand as I finger-fucked her with the other one. * * * * * * As I lay there, panting from my excesses, Lizzie left the bed and limped slowly into her en-suite bathroom where I could hear her sobbing and occasionally yelping in pain as she obviously inspected her savagely punished rear end. I felt guilty as I lay there, wondering if I had let my lust get the better of me as I took pity on my poor victim. I had no need to worry though as she returned several minutes later with a huge smile on her face and cautiously got onto the bed at my side. "Wow! I have fantasised about that since I heard about what you did to Claire," she whispered, "Please say you will do that again sometime," she giggled, "I have never cum so hard in my life as when you fucked me with your hand while you were spanking my big fat backside. I don't think I will ever get over it." chuckling again as she sensuously rubbed her large breasts against me. Taking my hard again cock in her hand, she sucked me to a long, sexy, teasing orgasm. Her tongue swirled around my mushroom-shaped helmet as she gently probed my anus with her middle finger, seeking out my prostate and massaging it with her fingertip as she suddenly swooped and took most of me in her throat, causing my cum to pulse out of me with a force that I would have thought impossible considering what I had been through already that night. We lay there for a short time after that, wallowing in our mutual post-coital bliss, until I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost 11pm. We had both obviously had enough physical exertion for the night, our tired bodies thoroughly satisfied and sated, so I had a quick shower and left my new lover gingerly reclining on her bed as she watched me dress, the poor woman being extra-careful not to lie on her very tender bottom as she smiled warmly and gently teased her swollen pussy lips. As I was walking down her front path, her son George, fresh from fucking my wife, was just entering through the garden gate. He came to a sudden stop as he saw me approaching, a look of pure panic flashing across his face as he looked me in the eye before averting his gaze and staring down at his shoes. "Good evening George. Had a good time?" I enquired in a cheerful voice, any jealousy I might have felt towards my wife's young lover dissipated by my own soporific feelings of sexual gratification, "Had fun?" "Yes sir, Mr Dutton...Er-rr thank you." he stuttered as he raised his eyes quickly before once again averting them from my gaze. "I think under the circumstances you should call me Bob...OK?" I said softly, chuckling at his embarrassed apprehension. "OK Mr...Bob!" As I went to move past him, our eyes met and I gave him a wink which brought a huge nervous grin to his face. "Goodnight George," I laughed. "Good night Bob," the polite young man replied. * * * * * * I arrived back home a few minutes later and after making sure the house was securely locked up, I went upstairs to find my flushed wife lying on top of the bed, her legs spread lewdly exposing her very red, very puffy used cunt to my grinning gaze. "Hi Bob, has my naughty husband had a good time?" she enquired, her voice as mischievous as ever. "You dirty, dirty, girl... You really are a bitch of a whore, sending your best friend a photo of her son's erect cock like that." I laughed as I undressed and got on the bed as naked as my wife was. "And did you like that picture my adulterous husband? Did you enjoy looking at me sucking a young man while you were fucking his mother?" she mocked. "Cheating cunt!!!" I snarled, smiling as I approached her. "Fucking pervert!!!" she snapped back, laughing as she turned over onto her stomach and exposed her freshly fucked arsehole to me as she got up on her knees. Then, for the second time that night, the room echoed to the sound of my firm hand being administered to a receptive female backside. * * * * * * It turned out Claire had actually been a little disappointed with her latest assignation with her young lover. Yes she had enjoyed the frantic, energetic fucking they had had together but one important factor was missing from their coupling. What had really turned her on the first time they had been together was that he was completely new to her. He had no idea where to touch her to get her best reactions and the thrill of her being able to instruct his inexperienced hands about what to do was tremendously exciting for her. Also, his cock was completely new to her body. It touched places in her that mine didn't, not better, just different as she was quick to point out, dampening any jealous feelings that cropped up in me as she explained her emotions. This, she decided, was what she wanted from our new, open relationship. New, fresh, totally unfamiliar cock!!! So it was that, almost a month after our mutual fucking of the mother and son combination, my lustful wife had still only had the one different cock since we had married whilst my score of fresh pussy was gradually rising; another meeting through work with a very willing, middle-aged and married client taking my personal tally of adulterous partners to four -not that I was counting of course. Although Claire assured me she was OK with it, I didn't feel comfortable with how our situation was developing. It felt wrong somehow that I seemed to be the main beneficiary in our open relationship, whilst my wife was being left out of things, despite me keeping her informed of my antics. Thankfully, towards the end of June, Claire snuggled up to me in bed after a wonderful, mutually satisfying bout of marital love-making and said quietly, "I think I have found someone I would like to fuck." My interest immediately piqued as I quickly slipped out of the gentle afterglow of our recent bout of passion. "Really? Is he someone I know?" I asked. "I think you have probably met him, yes," my salacious little wife replied, her hand gently creeping towards my awakening member, "His son is in our Mikey's class at school." Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 06 I tried to think clearly, made difficult by my rapidly hardening cock responding to the minx's ministrations. Suddenly realisation dawned in my distracted brain. "Paul... I bet you mean young Paul." "Huh Huh," she nodded her affirmation, "Don't you think he would be suitable?" "Of course he would, he's a lovely bloke. Are you sure though? Do you really think he is ready for another relationship?" I questioned, my mind rapidly focusing on the aforementioned potential suitor for my wife. "We'll have to see won't we." she replied, just before taking me in her warm mouth. * * * * * * Everyone associated with the school knew Paul's situation. He had been 23 years old and happily married with a baby son when his wife had tragically been hit by a drunk driver and killed. Unable to cope either emotionally or financially, he and his son had moved in with Paul's parents. His mother looked after the young boy whilst Paul was at work, enabling his life to continue as best it could under the tragic circumstances. Because the son, William, had been only a baby when his mother had died, he had never known her and consequently was not really traumatised, going through life with all the joy and abandonment that a six year old should do. Paul himself however, was severely affected by the whole ordeal. He made sure he was always the one to drop off William at school in the mornings, slowly making friends with other parents over a matter of time but, any attempt from anyone to draw him into a social companionship was quietly rebuffed as he grieved agonisingly for his young wife. He really was a good looking lad; even other men noticed that, and would have had no shortage of female admirers if he had shown even the slightest inclination to socialise romantically. Gradually over the two years William had been at the school, Paul had started to relax in company, often joining in jokes and general banter with other parents but always turning down invitations to parties or other family occasions, so I wondered how on earth my, admittedly very attractive and flirtatious, wife was going to seduce him. She of course had no doubt at all that he would eventually succumb to her charms. The seeds were planted on the 9th of July at Claire's 40th birthday party. We had decided to hold an afternoon and evening barbecue for friends and family, whilst she and I would go away over the weekend for a private romantic break at a luxurious hotel. Paul was left in no doubt that Claire would be upset if he and his son didn't attend with the rest of her friends from the school run, so, somewhat reluctantly, they both turned up and thankfully had a really wonderful time. William was able to play in the pool with the other kids while Paul, admittedly after a few beers, gradually began to get into the swing and eventually had a great time socialising with other adults, other than his or his late wife's parents, for the first time in six years. Incidentally, my special surprise present to my wife, as well as the very expensive necklace she had hinted at for weeks beforehand, was a life-size replica of my erect penis made up into a silicone dildo, complete with attached 'testicles' that were fillable with any liquid of choice. I had found a lady on-line who specialised in manufacturing that sort of thing and a few weeks previously had secretly 'modelled' for my intimate gift to my wife. Needless to say, my sex-mad spouse was delighted. We had used many sex-toys over the years but they had now all been superseded as her favourite by 'Plastic Bob' The next two weeks went by before Claire casually informed me, as the family sat at the supper table, that Paul and young William were coming round on Saturday afternoon for a 'play date' and that we would be having a barbecue, depending on the weather of course. Mikey was delighted. He had become firm friends with William and was so excited to be having his friend to his house whilst Becky groaned and jokingly complained that she would have two 'pain-in-the-butt' little boys pestering her. Me, on the other hand, I looked suspiciously at my conspiratorial wife and received a large wink in reply. Later that night I enquired of my wife as to how she was going to seduce a young man who had been celibate for the last six years and was absolutely gob-smacked at her reply. "I'm not, you are," she giggled, her face cracking up with her amusement. "What?... I am? How the fuck am I supposed to seduce another man?" I gasped in astonishment. "No silly, you are going to set it up for me. I think you owe me one after all the damn pussy you have been getting lately." the naughty little minx announced as she blew me a kiss. "How?...How the hell do I go about asking another man, one I hardly know I might add, if he would like to fuck my wife?" I asked, feeling a little agitated and baffled at my wife's proposal. "That's up to you my love. All I know is my hot little adulterous pussy will be twitching in anticipation," she replied, laughing as she ran out of the living room and up the stairs, skilfully avoiding my intended slap on her delicious backside as she evaded my intended chastisement. * * * * * * Saturday rolled around and thankfully the weather was perfect. A lovely hot summer's sun lit up a cloudless sky meaning that the three children needed to be 'lathered' in sun-cream. Of course, my mischievous wife needed plenty of cream on her too. She made an obvious show of covering all her body left exposed by her modest bikini, provocatively bending in front of Paul and I in order to make sure the tops of her feet were covered, the white bikini brief stretching tightly across her delightful arse as she unwittingly teased us (Yeah right!) As instructed, Paul had come dressed for the sun. He had a pair of fairly baggy swim-shorts under his linen trousers and Claire soon persuaded him to shed the rest of his clothes and join us on the deck. I had picked Paul and William up from his parents' house at Claire's insistence, arranging for his dad to come pick them up when it was time for them to leave and so enabling Paul to have a few beers if he so desired. All part of my scheming wife's plan I might add. Late afternoon, as the three kids were playing in the pool - (It was open to the deck, exposed by a full-width set of folding doors, the 'indoor' pool becoming almost part of the garden) Paul and I were sat in the shade of a large sun canopy while Claire was sunning herself on a lounger about 15 feet from us. "You seem to be coping better nowadays Paul. How are you really?" I enquired as we sat nursing our beers and watching my wife's body glistening in the hot sun. "I'm much better now Bob. It's been hard but you have to get on with life if only for the little one." he replied, taking a gulp of cold nectar as he subconsciously ogled my wife. "Six years. It's a long time. Is there anyone else on the horizon do you think?" I enquired, as casually as I could steering the conversation towards his lack of love-life. "Oh god no! Not that I wouldn't mind, it's just that with a youngster it's difficult, you know..." He seemed lost in his thoughts, casually watching Claire as she turned over onto her back, her prominent breasts pointing skywards as though her nipples were seeking the sun. Sensing an opportunity, I nervously asked quietly, my hands almost shaking as I contemplated 'pimping' my wife out to another man, "What about sex? Has there been anyone?..." Laughing softly as his face reddened with obvious embarrassment, he scoffed, "I wish... It's been the old one-handed symphony since I got my libido back after losing my wife." "Not had the inclination? Or the opportunity?" I inquired, pushing on through my nervousness. "Didn't want to at first. Nowadays I just don't get the chance." he replied wistfully, his tongue obviously loosened by the four beers we had consumed. Taking a deep breath and diving in. I asked, "What if I was to tell you that I know someone who would just love to jump your bones?" The astonished man spluttered, "What?..." "I know someone not too far from here who would just love to take you upstairs and fuck you rigid." I laughed, looking him in the eye and pointedly averting my gaze and nodding my head towards the reclining Claire. "You mean?.... Claire?...But she's.... she's your wife." the bemused young man stammered. Claire was by that time on her side, her back to the kids and leant on her hand as she was intently listening in to our conversation. "Why don't you ask her?" I asked, my nerve bolstered by the false courage a few beers brings. We both looked across at the now smiling seductress, me smirking at her in triumph, my disbelieving companion staring in astonishment. Standing from her sun-bed she seductively approached us, her hips swaying in an exaggerated sexual manner. "Why don't you show our guest the rest of the house darling? I'm sure he'd love to see the bedrooms." I asked my provocatively smiling wife. Inviting my wife to take another man inside our house and fuck him. Wow! That was just something I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined myself doing just a few short weeks before. Yet, there I was, pimping her body out like a bordello madam. Taking our bemused guest by the hand, his erection plainly obvious even through his baggy shorts, she gently reached down and kissed me softly on the lips. Gripping my own rigid cock in her other hand she whispered, "See you in a while my darling....And thank you." With that she led her totally amazed, soon to be lover past me and into the living room, through the open French doors away from the inattentive children, leaving me with a raging hard-on and the desperate need of another beer. Just a few minutes later, through our open bedroom window, I heard the groan of a sex-starved man having his first orgasm induced by a woman in nearly six years. * * * * * * Luckily the three kids were making enough noise to mask the sounds of illicit sex escaping from the upstairs window. The two boys were quite happily jumping in the pool and splashing the watching Becky while she sat on the edge, pretending to be annoyed but secretly having a whale of a time. I was left to my own thoughts as I watched the children play. My mind wandering to what had just transpired, I couldn't help having a painful erection as I imagined what my wife and her 'fresh cock' were up to in our marital bed. It seemed an age but was actually a little over an hour before the two newly consummated lovers returned. Paul had the look of a totally satisfied sexual human being on his face, while my wife.... well let's just say, she looked well-fucked!... They sat down on adjacent sun loungers, Claire next to me and Paul on her opposite side, her smiling like a Cheshire cat and him nervously glancing at me as he drank the beer I had given him. "Have fun?" I enquired softly so the kids couldn't hear. "Mmmmm, absolutely wonderful darling," my naughty wife replied. "What about you Paul?" I couldn't resist asking our embarrassed guest. "Oh my god yes," he stuttered nervously, "Thank you....I mean, really....Thank you." Rising to her feet once again, my freshly-fucked wife dragged both me and her new lover into the pool, jumping in and splashing the screaming kids as we all ended up in the water together. Swimming up to me and pulling my lips down to hers for a soft, sexy kiss, she whispered, "Thank you my darling husband. I'll make it up to you later," My erection surged once again at the thought of what her promise might bring as I heard my laughing daughter scream. "For pity's sake you two, get a room." Catching Paul's eye, I smiled and winked at him as he laughed at Becky's remark. * * * * * * Later that night, after a quite drunk but extremely happy Paul and his very tired son had been collected by the father/grandfather --(Paul had been rewarded with a sloppy tongue-mashing kiss as he felt once again my wife's sticky cunt while the kids were outside with the grandfather)- we put the kids to bed and adjourned to our room whilst it was actually still daylight outside. "I hope you don't mind sweetheart," my wife said as she jumped onto our bed totally naked once again, watching me as I emerged from the bathroom sporting an expectant erection, "I thought that as he hadn't been anywhere near a woman for all those years, we didn't need a condom. So it will have to be 'sloppy seconds' for you again... Unless you want to wait for me to clean up that is?" Her face was a picture as she mocked me. A deliciously naughty smile crossing her face as she knew damn well what my reaction to her statement would be. I responded just how she had intended, pulling her over my knees and, as my impatient cock stuck painfully into her midriff, spanking her upturned, wriggling arse with everything I could muster. After turning her backside bright red, I pulled her over the end of the bed and mounted her from behind in one savage thrust, my cock sliding in smoothly and mixing with the sticky residue from her earlier sexual adventure as I reclaimed the adulterous cunt that had once, not so long ago, solely belonged to me. I pounded her violently for just a few minutes before adding my own sperm to what was already there, filling her completely and overflowing obscenely down her inner thighs. Hardly softening at all, my prick was still good to go as she lay there gasping for breath, so without any preamble I pulled out of her abused pussy and thrust slowly but firmly deep into her bowels. My loins, painfully for her, slapping against her sore and stinging arse cheeks, I took much longer this time. Forcing myself into her as deeply and as firmly as I could, I gradually built towards another liquid eruption. She was screaming obscenities by then, begging me to stop at the same time as pleading with me to fuck her filthy adulterous arse harder. I felt her hand reach between her legs as she thrust god knows how many fingers as far into her cunt as she could, the heel of her hand pressing against her suffering clitoris as we worked in unison towards our ultimate goal. Screaming her cumming, she bucked against my pounding loins, enticing the sweet, almost painful ejection of my remaining cum deep into her tight, grasping anus. We collapsed together onto the floor at the foot of the bed, our bodies entangled and stuck to each other like a pair of piled up corpses. "Fucking hell....." we both gasped in unison, laughing as we realised our mutual expletives. "I need a shower now I think," my panting wife said as she struggled to her feet, gently rubbing her sore backside as she did so. "Me too...I'm absolutely fucked." I replied, just about managing to speak in between gasping for air. "Well you can damn well wait until I've finished. I don't want any more shenanigans tonight. My poor body is sore both inside and out." Claire laughed as she skipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. "You can run but you can't hide," I shouted through the barrier, laughing to myself as I collapsed back onto the messy, soiled sheets of our bed. * * * * * * Of course, Claire being a woman and wanting to completely clean herself, took an absolute age to use the bathroom, eventually emerging to find me snoring my head off on the bed. Waking me gently she ushered me into the bathroom for my turn and, when I returned several minutes later, she had changed all the bed linen, giving us some lovely, crisp, fresh cotton sheets to lay on. We lay there for a while, our bodies not really touching as we were both still sweating and it was probably the hottest night of the year in every sense of the word, each of us deeply embroiled in our individual thoughts. "Would you mind if I asked Paul to come round again one day this week?" my wife suddenly asked, waking me from my doze. Slowly, her request sunk into my semi-comatose brain, "Errr no, not really. Do you want to fuck him again then?" I replied, not really surprised by her eagerness for another bout of sex with her latest lover. "Yes, I do. He was so inhibited this afternoon, I'm not sure if he enjoyed it as much as he would have liked. Having you sat downstairs really disturbed him, despite my assurances that you were OK with everything and just wanted me to have fun." she said softly, reaching for my hand and grasping it lovingly to her chest, "I think he could be really good if he could just let himself go and forget his inhibitions. He certainly has a lovely cock..." she giggled. "Oh yes? Bigger than mine?" "Oh you men!... No it wasn't bigger than yours, just different but really beautiful. You can't always say that about a man's erect cock, some of them are just pug ugly." she laughed, mocking my typical male insecurities. "So you mean mine is ugly then?" I replied with pretended angst. "You can be such a twat at times," she giggled in reply as she gently punched my shoulder, "I love your cock more than anything, it's just that I've discovered I love other cocks too OK?...You love strange pussy as well don't you?" "I do indeed my sweet. I was just messing with you." I replied, pulling the top of her head to my lips and gently planting a kiss on her forehead. "So what do you say? Can I see him again or what?" she asked once more. "Of course you can my love, go for it. Just so long as you tell me all about it afterwards though." I replied. "You really are such a fucking pervert!" she whispered, giggling as she grabbed my empty balls and squeezed gently. * * * * * * Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 07 Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 07 We all laughed loudly at her reply, each taking another drink, "I love the feeling of fucking Claire's pussy and arse afterwards, even if there is another man's spunk swimming around in there. I couldn't believe how excited I got the first time it happened," I confessed before asking him, "Are you the same?" "Well not her backside that's for sure. That is for me only," he smiled as he reached over and lovingly gripped his wife's hand, "But her pussy?... Oh yeah! I love playing with it when it's all red and puffy and used." He winked at his grinning wife before continuing, "We always insist on condoms though, so as regards the sloppy-seconds bit, I don't really know." I went on to explain the unique circumstances my wife had ended up with other men's cum in her. How her first lover had been a virgin and her latest one hadn't been with anyone else for years and that we were also going to insist on condoms when fucking other people too. We carried on calmly discussing our mutual cuckolding experiences, Ken and I comparing notes and explaining to each other our own personal feelings on the subject, whilst Ronnie occasionally chipped in with a woman's view. I discovered they had been in the so-called 'lifestyle' for over 20 years and that, although Ken had, on occasions early in there experimental days, fucked other women, nowadays he had no desire to do so and was just happy to enjoy watching his wife and reaping the resultant benefit for their own sex-life. They went on to tell me that they usually only indulged their 'fetish' on their annual holiday, assuring me that was never a shortage of willing young cocks wanting to fuck an attractive older woman when they were on vacation, and jokingly telling me to suggest it to Claire if that was what she wanted from our new-found hobby. I found out from Ronnie, while her husband fetched us all some more drinks, that with them it was certainly not a case of 'penis-size' envy. Ken actually had a very respectable sized one she assured me; a little longer than mine as a matter of fact - (although not quite as thick as mine I was assured with a smile before my ego deflated too much) - She told me that the largest she had had was in Jamaica when she had been with a big black man for the only time in her life. He was over 12 inches long and very thick and, whilst the thickness was lovely, at least 3 inches of length was wasted and was actually quite painful if the donor fucked her too hard. The smallest she had had since their adventures began was just around 5 inches with normal thickness and yes, she had achieved a marvellous orgasm when the young boy fucked her enthusiastically as she was bent over the balcony wall of his apartment whilst Ken watched them from their own balcony next door. All this talk of our mutual infidelity and sexual abandon had re-inflamed our lust. My cock was pulsing at full mast once more, whilst Ronnie was squirming in her seat, smearing her leaking juices all over the shiny polished wood. Suddenly, grinning at me and pursing her lips seductively, she stood from our bench seat and bent over the table facing her husband, her voluptuous tits squashed almost flat as he grabbed her hands and pulled her down so he could kiss her. That position of course exposed her wide open, very wet, very aroused hairless cunt to my fascinated gaze. Obviously I was not going to turn down such a blatant, unspoken invitation and, after receiving an almost ceremoniously presented condom from Ken, I pushed my freshly latex-clad cock into her welcoming fanny with one smooth stroke. Oh my god that was hot! I was encased in a wonderful wet vagina, pumping vigorously as I looked over the Peak district, whilst the recipient of my efforts held hands with and kissed her husband as he watched his wife's pussy willingly accept the stranger's cock that was pounding in and out with ever-increasing fervour. I looked down as I tightly gripped her hips. Pulling the soft cheeks apart and exposing her dark-brown rosebud to my view; the pale almost translucent white of her crevice contrasting deliciously with the beautifully tanned globes on either side, I couldn't resist the temptation. I looked up at the watching husband, catching his eye as he avidly stared at his wife being fucked in front of him. Gently I teased the opening to the tight little hole with my fingertip before looking at Ken and raising my eyebrow in silent request. Receiving his nod of approval, I lubricated my finger with the seeping juices from Ronnie's wet pussy and slowly pushed the digit into her clasping rectum, enabling me to feel my cock pleasuring her pussy through the thin membrane separating her two orifices. Gently I pushed another finger, then a third as deep into the expanding aperture as I could before starting to finger-fuck her in unison with my vigorously probing penis. Her loud moans of pleasure mixed with a little half-hearted protestation indicated that she was thoroughly enjoying my invasion of her most private part as she had her first body-shaking orgasm of the afternoon. Due undoubtedly to my earlier ejaculation, I lasted an absolute age. I was able to vary the pace as the soft woman beneath me reached several small orgasms; faster as she came and then slowly again as she calmed down, her exposed clitoris rubbing almost painfully on the polished table top and stimulating what was an already aroused pussy to even greater excitement. Gradually I built up speed as I felt the beginnings of my own orgasmic delight deep in my loins. Eventually I was unable to hold on to my ejaculate any longer. With a loud orgasmic groan escaping my lips, two long spurts followed by several shorter ones finally filled my latex sheath, inspiring a gasping scream of orgasmic bliss from my lover as she writhed beneath me, totally wrapped up in her own massive climax. Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 07 "Are you going to see him again?" I enquired of my dozing wife. "Nope!... Well not to fuck anyway. I told him about our arrangement and explained that I wanted different cocks and not a steady affair. He understood and actually thanked me. He told me there was a young divorcee that he fancied. - a girl he'd met as they took their kids to school -and that he had never had the confidence to ask her out before but, thanks to me getting him 'back in the saddle' as he so politely put it, he was going to ask her out now." I laughed into her hair as I snuggled against her, "So, he just used you and now wants someone more his own age?" "Fuck Off!!!" my very tired wife snapped back in false, giggling anger, before we both fell into an exhausted sleep. Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 08 Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 08 The answer to the problem of Claire meeting potential lovers on a regular basis dropped into her lap, literally, in early December. She had gone into Manchester on the Thursday to do some early Christmas shopping with Lizzie. The two best friends had travelled in by train to enable them to have a 'boozy' lunch if the mood took them and it was on that lunch that their new source of potential men reared its head. They had decided to have something to eat in the restaurant of one of the new Boutique hotels that were springing up in central Manchester around that time and, after sharing a full bottle of good wine with their meal, were sat in the hotel bar having an after-lunch, large G&T each. As they sat there, giggling girlishly like women tend to when they have had a drink or two, a young dark-haired man accidentally knocked into Lizzie's back causing her to spill a small amount of her drink onto my wife's lap. Of course, he was extremely apologetic and, despite the two ladies' laughing refusal, insisted on buying them another drink by way of apology. What followed was the age-old technique that men have been using for donkey's years to pick up women in a bar.; he invited his quarry to join him and his friend at their table by the bar window, an invitation the two slightly tipsy women accepted after only a moment's hesitation. Over the next hour, the two men explained to their older female companions that they were there for a business conference and were actually staying at the hotel in a beautiful twin room with marvellous views over central Manchester. Now I wasn't aware that there were any beautiful views of central Manchester, but each to his own I suppose. Gradually the conversation between the four potential sexual protagonists turned more 'flirty' and suggestive and inevitably resulted in my wife and her best friend being invited up to their new companions' room to look at the promised wonderful views. Claire excused herself, saying she needed to visit the powder room and, dragging Lizzie behind her, retreated to the sanctuary of the ladies. There they drunkenly agreed that they both thought the two young men were extremely attractive and, yes they would both love to fuck their brains out upstairs for the rest of the afternoon. My wife remembered her promise to me of, whenever possible, informing me if she was thinking of having sex with another man and giggling nervously with her friend sent me a text that read:- Hi sweetheart, Me and Liz have met 2 nice men in a hotel bar who want to take us up to their room and fuck us. Is that OK with you? I received the text whilst sat at my desk at work (I was actually working for a change) and of course 'Little Bob' immediately sprang to attention as I read my loving wife's request for my permission for her to once again commit adultery. Laughing inwardly and imagining being able to hear all about Claire's afternoon of sexual gymnastics while I fucked her myself later that night, I replied, Go for it my love, just be careful OK. Luv You xxxxx A few seconds later I received the reply Will do - Luv you 2 xxxxx Relaxing back into my chair, all sorts of sexual images flashed through my brain for the rest of the afternoon, keeping my impatient cock permanently erect and, of course, preventing any sort of useful work being carried out on my part. Leaving work early (yet again) in order to pick Becky and Mikey up from school, I arrived home full of expectation, - and not a little excitement – after my hungry cock had been doing its best to burst through my trouser zip for the rest of my time at work until thankfully it had calmed down and resumed a more unnoticeable appearance as I drove home. Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 08 "Do you mean when did we discover that pussy tasted much nicer than a man's nasty cock?... Ermmm...that would be yesterday afternoon after our two new men-friends had fucked us both and couldn't get it up any more." Claire reached over me and grabbed the ring piercing her friend's nipple, twisting it and causing poor Liz to yelp in pain as my wife giggled and carried on, "They had both had me and Lizzie once each in about an hour and one of them suggested that we put on a lezzie show for them to help them recuperate and before I knew it, that slut over there had dived between my legs quicker than a rat up a drainpipe and stuck her tongue as deep into my horny cunt as any tongue has ever been. It felt so good I just had to do it for her too and we ended up in a sixty-nine that caused us both to cum all over each other's face as the two boys watched us and got themselves hard again." Lizzie joined in the conversation then, "I have had quite a few girl on girl experiences before but bugger-lugs over there insists she had never tasted pussy before. If she's not lying I must say she's a quick fucking learner!!!..." That brought the two girls into screams of laughter as they clambered all over me to get at each other and kiss lovingly once again. After we had all settled down a little, I asked, "And what about the men? Who were they and what did they do to persuade you two amateur whores to fuck them?" My two still giggling bed companions then went on to explain that they had been picked up by the two men in the hotel bar and, seeing as they had both found the much younger men very attractive, had decided to ask if I was OK with them going upstairs and having their 'brains fucked out' as the boys had drunkenly promised. As I had replied that I was agreeable to the situation it was only twenty minutes or so later they were all naked in a hotel bedroom and fucking on the twin beds next to each other. The men had then swapped beds and fucked the other half of the slutty duo before they had all collapsed in a panting, exhausted heap. That is when the request for the girlie show had come and that had caused another round of simultaneous fucking and swapping of partners before the two sexual animals in my bed had made there drunken way home. I then asked my wife, "And you were OK with that?... That was the first time you have ever been in a group sex situation I believe," she nodded her affirmation, "Did you enjoy it?... Was it good for you?" Claire reached up and planted a warm, wet kiss on my lips before answering, "Oh my god yes!!!... I loved it. The boys were not bad at fucking, - not as good as you of course my love," she teased as she gently gripped my cock and stroked him slowly a couple of times, pampering to my macho ego and pride, "But the whole fucking while someone else could see me thing was.... well, just fucking spectacular!!!..." Lizzie joined my wife in stroking my rock-hard shaft as they both began to lick and suck me again, once more culminating in the depraved sexual merging of our three bodies over the next hour or so. Eventually, round about 10 pm, our stomachs let the rest of our bodies know just how hungry our sexual gymnastics had made us and I rang and ordered some takeaway pizzas to be delivered; half an hour later, as promised, the door-bell rang notifying us that our much-needed food had arrived. Now I had put on my dressing gown but the devious other two parts of the on-going sexual triathlon had decided to give the delivery-man a treat he would remember for the rest of his days and answered the door stark naked and on display to the astonished, mesmerised gaze of the young Asian boy, stood there with three hot pizzas and a portion of Buffalo wings in his grasp. He stood open-mouthed; trying to look at four beautiful tits and two gorgeously exposed pussies all at the same time before the giggling Claire gave him a fifty pound note and sent him on his way – (no doubt to have a quick wank before he went back to base and told his workmates a tale they would not believe in a month of Sundays) What followed was a sexual marathon of epic proportions for a 40 year-old man. We spent the rest of Friday night and all day Saturday engaged in assorted coital activities, sensuously using our bodies to pleasure whichever partner we happened to be with at the time as we repeatedly brought ourselves to the heights of climactic satisfaction. The girls would use me as their organ donor, repeatedly raising my wilting cock by their antics; sometimes physically as they pampered and teased my reluctant member; sometimes visually as they performed their own girlie exhibition of female lovemaking. At times I was unable to perform as I was required; my spirit being eager to accede but my poor, overused and sore cock being unable to rise to their demands. On those occasions the girls made use of 'Plastic Bob' and his battery-operated cohorts that were kept in Claire's bedside drawer, using the permanently hard toys as substitutes for the real, temporarily unavailable, phallus that was hung between my legs at the time. Twice each over that thirty six hour period as I remember, the unashamedly aroused women had the unique pleasure of a 'Bob' sandwich; when either the real Bob or 'Plastic Bob' would be in one of their sexual orifices whilst the other identically-sized shaft was in their other cavity. I think this must have been fairly unique in the history of sexual double-penetration and I must say proudly....The girls fucking loved it!!!... Eventually, (and thankfully on my knackered body's part) the depraved weekend came to a welcome conclusion as Lizzie made her way home, walking slightly bow-legged I'm sure, and Claire and I fetched our children from their grandparents house, once more returning to the normal family life we all knew so well.