9 comments/ 45038 views/ 16 favorites Foreign Language Student By: sparktj Introduction: This story is about a huge step my wife and I took this summer in our marriage. I've written a lot on here about how Jane has become much more sexually adventurous in the past couple of years, but in my wildest dreams I never imagined I'd ever write this particular story, let alone experience the pleasures it describes. We are a very ordinary, middle-class British couple living in the southwest of England, both of us 55, grey haired and respectable. Well, I ought to say outwardly respectable in my own case; I have a very high sex drive that makes me a bad boy, hence the stories elsewhere on here about my experiences outside marriage, but those need not concern us in this story. Jane and I are now 'empty nesters' and with several other factors that has transformed our sexlife and enabled us to be much more free-spirited and downright naughty together. We're having better sex than at any time in the 30 years we've known each other and I'm amazed at the way Jane's sexual response has changed so much for the better in her mid-50's. After reading of the events I'm about to relate, you'll understand why I have to sometimes pinch myself to take it all in. ***** One afternoon a few months ago I was getting some shopping out of the car on the drive of our house when a young girl trotted up to me and thrust a sheet of paper in my hand, gave me a lovely smile and said a bright "thank you" in what sounded like an Italian accent. She and another girl were leafleting all the houses in our road so I realised it was yet another piece of junk mail and was about to consign it to the recycling bin. Thankfully I didn't, and there started a chain of events that proved to be a revelation for Jane and me over the months that followed. Whether it was the bright and perky girls doing the leafleting or the headline on the sheet of paper that caught my eye, I don't suppose it matters now, but whatever it was turned out to be serendipitous. "Earn £1500 tax free this summer by hosting international language students aged 18-20". It was from a local language school in our city and the urgent tone of their message and the hastily published sheet gave the impression they were desperate for host families. We live in a historic city that attracts a lot of foreign students and I was aware of the challenge to find enough suitable host families each summer. We'd received similar invitations in previous years but had always declined for one reason or another. But with an empty nest and the prospect of earning some extra cash to help our holiday fund, I held onto the leaflet to discuss it with Jane. We talked it through over supper that evening and her positive reaction surprised me. My wife is quite conservative and I fully expected her to turn down the idea of a young person living with us, especially given how she now enjoys having the house to ourselves, and the privacy it affords. But she accepted the idea with open arms, said it would be good for us to have a young person around the house for a few months, helping to keep us fresh and our minds active. It was a Friday evening and we had a nice meal together, talking at length about the prospect of sharing our house with a person younger than either of our two children. I think we both felt it was a big step to take though neither of us knew at that stage just how big it would turn out to be. We agreed to sleep on it all and make a decision the following day. As invariably happens at the weekend, we both woke early feeling extremely horny and desperate for sex. With no foreplay needed to warm up, Jane pulled me onto her, opened her legs and urged me to slip inside her. I was blown away at how wet she was, even more than usual. Just as well as she was so tight but I entered her slickly and she groaned as I murmured in her ear what a mess her pussy was in even before I'd added my own. We fucked hard, urgently, and I made her a lot more messy within just a few minutes as we climaxed noisily together. I stayed inside her to gauge her mood and to see whether she was ready for more, or needed a breather. She opened her eyes and looked intently at me, then without a word, squeezed me gently with her pelvic muscles. She's become very adept at it and knows how much to squeeze so that she doesn't cause my semi to pop out. She did it just right and milked me so that my cock got beautifully hard again. It was also her signal to me that she wanted more fucking, and we both knew it would be mind-blowing because I'd cum inside her already and could keep going to give her the multiple orgasms she was expecting. Getting hard inside her drove her wild as it always does, and as she was so aroused I knew I could tease her a little. I gave her some slow and steady full-length strokes of my cock and then just as she was expecting it fast and hard I gently withdrew and used my glans to stroke her labia and tease her clit. She groaned loudly and gave me a pained expression, seemingly incredulous that I was going to make her wait for the deep pounding she wanted so badly. "Oh you bastard, I need you deep inside me," she complained. "I know my sweet, but you also love having your clit stroked like this, and you know how open and wet you'll be when I slip back inside." "Fuck, that IS lovely, don't stop rubbing my clit with your cock like that, OH GOD... FUCK," she cried out loudly and had a little climax, gripping my forearms with her hands and tightening her legs around mine. I decided to tease her with words next. "I hope having a young student living with us won't stop you enjoying yourself like this; we might have to be a bit quieter, you've got so used to being noisy," and I slipped my cock back inside her to keep her on the boil. "Oh fuck that's good... God, there's no way I want to stop doing this," she panted as I started to saw steadily in and out of her. "Anyway, the students are out all day on Saturdays visiting places so it's only Sundays when we'll have to be careful." "Mmmmm, baby, you've thought about this haven't you?" I gave her firmer thrusts of my cock. "Well of course I have, I'm not...oh fuck... not giving this up anytime soon. Oh god... fuck me...fuck me hard... PLEEEEASE!" She struggled to get her words out, panting hard as I gave her the deep pounding she needed. I teased her further, knowing she'd get even more turned on by dirty talk. "Just think darling, we might be given a cute young boy, all lean and dark who'll fancy you rotten, especially when he hears you fucking with your dirty hubby first thing in the morning. You'll have to wash his sheets frequently, he'll make such a mess of them with his copious young cum, wanking while he listens to a lovely mature woman climaxing noisily, wishing he was shagging you." "Oh fuck that's so naughty, you're unbelievably bad...oh god, keep that pace going... fuck I'm going to cum again," she screwed her eyes tight and ground her pussy against my pubic bone as I buried myself balls deep inside her. Her body racked with pleasure, she moaned her way through another little climax. "Tim hold my bottom, please..." She loves it when I do that, well we both do. It raises her bum off the bed and changes the angle of her pelvis, to allow me even deeper penetration. Jesus, I could feel her cervix against the tip of my penis and it turned me on so much. I gave her deep firm strokes as I held her bottom, using her for my own pleasure as she came off her own climactic plateau. She talked gently into my ear, fully aware of how aroused I was, "I'd assumed we'd have a girl that I could mother for the summer... oh shit don't stop that's amazing... Oh GOD your cock is so hard... won't you'll get jealous if our young man takes a shine to me?" She teased back, and then gave us both a dose of reality, "knowing my luck he'll be fat and smell of feet... fuck, oh fuck me hard." I was giving Jane a right old seeing to, her lovely feet were up in the air and her knees wide apart giving me complete access to her cunt. She was wired for sex and I pushed her further with the dirty talk. "No he won't, he'll be gorgeous and you won't be able to keep your eyes off him, and nothing, absolutely nothing would give me more pleasure than to come home one afternoon and find you in our bed, teaching him how to fuck your brains out." I didn't give her a chance to respond and gave her a really hard pounding fuck to bring her to another climax. This one tipped her right over the edge and she fell into a deep pool of orgasmic pleasure. She cried loudly for me to hold her as she fell and her body turned to jelly. I hadn't cum but I knew that trying to carry on was hopeless as she'd lost her motor function and needed time to recover. I slid out of her and cuddled her close as she slipped into semi-consciousness, groaning and whimpering into my shoulder. She dozed while I held her and I worried if I'd gone too far in my verbal teasing. I'd no idea who we might get as a student, it could well be a girl and I certainly had no desire to even consider crossing any lines in that case. Anyway, young girls don't turn me on, it's older women I go for, always has been. No, in my dreams, we'd have a nice young man, well behaved, a bit shy, good looking and who I could visualise fucking my darling Jane. Like a lot of men, I'd harboured a fantasy of seeing my otherwise respectable wife servicing another man in bed, just the two of them to begin with, but subsequently the three of us engaging in a filthy threesome. The likelihood of it happening I put at zero, as she's strictly a one-man woman and has never had sex with anyone but me. But I could still dream, as it was a natural extension of what I have experimented with myself, for reaI. I mentioned at the start of this story that I've been a bad boy, and among other delights I've been lucky enough to participate with quite a few couples in MMF play. It's how I discovered I am bisexual, and I've learned a great deal about myself and about human sexual behaviour with some wonderful people over the past few years. My wife is unaware of my dark side, though she has commented in recent months that I'm so much more imaginative in bed these days. She teased me that I must have got ideas from watching internet porn - my god, if she ever knew. I'd meant what I'd said about her fucking our young student, but I honestly never believed it would be anything more than a fantasy, and now I'd shared it with her. I wondered what on earth she'd say when she woke, assuming she'd remember me telling her, after all she had been on the cusp of a massive climax. I lost track of time and must have dozed off myself. I came back to consciousness to find Jane looking at me and smiling. She was lazily teasing one of my nipples and that must have woken me. I could tell she was in her post-orgasmic daze, at peace with everything and all loved up. "Penny for them?" I asked. "Do you remember what you said to me earlier while you were giving me such a lovely seeing to?" She asked softly, reaching down to kiss me on the mouth. "Hmmmm, yes I do," I kissed her back. "God Tim, I had no idea... I mean... how long have you had that sort of fantasy?" "Quite a while, I think it's a fairly common one for a lot of married men." I was winging it now, with no idea where this was leading. At least she hadn't got upset with me - yet. "You know I don't want anyone else, you give me everything I could ever want, I adore you, and I wouldn't agree to do anything that could affect our relationship." She spelled it out quietly and succinctly, just as I'd expected her to. "Oh darling, I know, and I feel exactly the same... and I want you to know it's a purely sexual thing on my part, there's no way I'd ever want to be competing with someone else for your affection, but if ever the opportunity presented itself, as a raw sexual experience, for you to have extra cock, then I would find it a monumental turn-on, but if it never happens then that's perfectly fine too". "OK, but I suggest we forget this conversation and you go and put the kettle on and bring us both some coffee, then I'll show you why I love sex with only you so much." She reached down and squeezed my cock, then pushed me playfully out the bed to show she wasn't upset with me. We spent the rest of the morning in the way we often do on a Saturday, bathing together and making love before getting up to fix some lunch. I'd rather assumed the idea of hosting a foreign language student was out of the window following our conversation in the throes of sex on Saturday morning, so I was surprised to find Jane full of it all when I got home on Monday evening. She explained that she'd contacted the organisers and that the woman responsible for finding host families had called in that afternoon to see what we could offer. Jane excitedly told me that they'd had a long discussion, with the outcome that we were going to be hosting a young Israeli called Ben, aged 19, for eight weeks in May and June. Wow, a young man after all. She handed me a sheet with all his details and snuggled up to read it with me. From the description it seemed he was from a nice family, so hopefully he had similar values to ours and would settle well. There were several pictures, showing him as a bright, happy young man with a clean-shaven, lean appearance. In one picture, presumably taken on a beach holiday, he was just wearing a pair of shorts and I could see instantly he was a good-looking lad. I looked at Jane and said he looked nice and that if she was happy then so was I. I couldn't help notice her blush slightly and a reddening appear around her neck as she admitted that she'd felt bounced into saying we'd have him. She got a bit flustered as she explained that the woman had been so persuasive and that they were so anxious to find hosts that she'd agreed there and then to take Ben. I hugged her and reassured her I was pleased she'd gone ahead and fixed it all up, and that I was completely OK with things. I asked her when he would be arriving and she swallowed hard, "this Friday" she replied weakly. Wow, I hadn't expected it to be that soon and she obviously spotted my reaction. "I think if it wasn't happening so quickly I'd have second thoughts, but if you don't feel it's right please say." She worried. I held her close and felt her relax in my arms as I murmured in her ear how I couldn't wait to have Ben with us. That night we made love tenderly into the early hours, Jane's relief palpable as we talked softly about sharing our home with a young man. Over the next few days Jane busied herself getting the house ready, not that it needed much, but it was endearing to see her attend to all the little details to help Ben settle in and make him feel part of us. She fretted about what he would and wouldn't want to eat, but generally the preparations went well and Friday soon came around. We'd been instructed to be at the coach park early in the afternoon with all the other host families to meet the coach from Heathrow airport. It was well organised, the students flew into London from their various countries that morning, then got corralled onto a chartered coach and driven down to our city to link up with their hosts. We signed ourselves in with the organisers and awaited the coach. It pulled in shortly and disgorged its load of excitable young people, all full of energy. The coach park quickly filled with the sound of different languages and laughter. Jane and I nervously scanned heads as we sought to recognise Ben. "There he is!" cried Jane, and pointed towards a slim young man with dark tousled hair collecting his luggage from the hold of the coach. He was just like the photos we'd seen and we waited for him to be checked in by the organisers and then introduced to us. It felt very odd meeting a complete stranger who was going to share our home for six weeks, but we were both so excited and each hugged him as if he was child of our own. Jane was immediately in her element as the welcoming and motherly host, she slipped her arm in his and led the way towards where our car was parked, leaving me to pick up the bags and follow on behind. Ben was utterly delightful and charmed us both from the outset. His English was near perfect and he explained he was here more for the cultural experience and the opportunity to get acquainted with the UK. His first weekend was free time on his busy schedule and designed for him to get used to his new home. Jane made a fuss of him and the three of us bonded quickly. He was a lovely young man and we both took to him easily so he settled in well. He told us about his family back in Tel Aviv, his background and his hopes and plans. Jane was thrilled when he asked if we could Skype with his parents and sister back home, so we could all chat to each other. I think she felt more comfortable after that, knowing that he was from a family just like ours, and she chatted to his mum by email at regular intervals during his time with us. We quickly established a routine with Ben in his first week; we'd feed him breakfast and give him a packed lunch, then he'd be off early for language and culture classes in the morning, followed by a visit to a museum or tourist attraction in the afternoon. This was the same routine Monday through Saturday, and then Sundays were free time, when we could entertain him as part of the family. We'd have supper together every evening and share our day's news, treating him like another son and chatting easily into the late evening before retiring. I confess I'd wondered how our sex-life would be affected in those early days of Ben being with us. In truth we were both tired what with the build-up and the emotional energy we'd expended in receiving Ben, so we weren't up to energetic sex that first weekend. We made love early on Sunday morning and Jane urged me to be quiet as Ben's bedroom was just across the landing from ours. I didn't dare tell her that I was so horny at the thought of him hearing us fuck, and I made no attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure as she got into her stride. She might have wanted me to be silent but as she approached her first climax she struggled in vain to keep her own noise under control. We had a late breakfast with Ben and on a normal Sunday would have retired to our bedroom after lunch for some afternoon delight but this was now not an option, regrettably. Unless we're on holiday we normally only have sex at the weekends, as the demands of the working week tend to tire us out, so I was surprised to have Jane all over me when we went to bed on Monday night. She must have sensed my surprise because she whispered it was to help make up for no sex on Sunday afternoons while Ben was with us. We made love tenderly and quickly then fell asleep in each other's arms. She wanted to make love again on Wednesday night, and begged me to go down on her and 'wipe her out' as she put it. She was noisier too, clearly less inhibited by the thought of being heard as she climaxed. The second Sunday Ben was with us we took him to the beach in our camper van and relaxed together in the warm sun. Ben stripped down to his swimming shorts and enjoyed the sea, working up an appetite for the wonderful picnic lunch Jane had prepared. I was struck by Ben's lean physique, his smooth, tanned chest and nicely shaped legs, so I could quite understand why Jane was stealing an occasional look at him too. There was no other way of putting it, he was lovely and I started to get the impression that my wife thought so too. My mind inevitably started to wander, imagining having him in our bed to use as our fucktoy, but I resolved to play the long game, and see how things developed. Over the next few weeks I sensed that Jane was quite struck by Ben. She isn't the flirty type so she didn't show anything overtly sexual towards him, but I certainly noticed how she changed towards me. As she got used to him being around she became even more affectionate than normal, squeezing me and giving me a sly grope, often while Ben was in the same room, and she was even more hungry for sex once we were in the privacy of our bedroom. Midweek sex was something we hadn't done in a while but we were enjoying it hugely, not as intense as our weekend fuck sessions, but just as enjoyable. Whenever Ben was in the house she still initially put up a pretense for wanting 'quiet sex' as she put it, but the demands of her body soon took over and she happily surrendered to her usual noisy orgasms and her love of dirty talk. There couldn't have been any doubt that Ben regularly heard us, but of course nothing was said by any of us. Foreign Language Student On Saturdays, Ben was up and out at 9am, leaving us with the house to ourselves until the evening, and so by default that became our time for uninhibited, noisy sex. It think it was the fourth Saturday of Ben's stay that Jane led me back up to bed in the afternoon to satisfy her raw needs. We were at it all afternoon, fucking ourselves senseless. We lost track of time, immersed in our own world and I was taking her doggy style, her face buried in the pillow, her body consumed in a string of multiple orgasms when I heard the back door to the house open and close softly. It must be Ben, as we'd locked the door. I looked at the clock, realizing he was home earlier than usual. Jane was oblivious and intent only on her own pleasure. I thought it odd that he didn't call out to us as he often did and I could soon hear him climbing the stairs quietly. Our bedroom door was slightly open, as we'd not expected Ben to be home until after we'd surfaced and made ourselves respectable. As I continued to fuck my wife I could hear Ben breathing on the landing outside the bedroom door and guessed he was silently observing his middle-aged hosts copulating noisily. I confess it turned me on hugely and I really went at it, gently pulling Jane's shoulders to raise her head off the pillow. I ran one hand through her short grey hair and used the other hand to hold her shoulder, loving the sight of her being used for pure sexual pleasure. I confess I wanted to give Ben a really good view of us fucking and the bedroom door was behind us so Jane was still unaware of his presence. I told her what a lovely fuck she was and what a mess I was going to make inside her. She held onto the bedhead for support and gave as good as she got, pushing her hips back and crying out, begging me to fuck her hard. The room was filled with the sound of sex, the bed squeaking loudly and Jane at her most vocal, totally into our fuck and telling me how she loved hearing our bodies slapping together and knowing I'd be splattering the walls of her vagina with cum any time soon. "Oh baby, where you would like my cum? I panted, very close to erupting again. "Inside me, really deep, all over my cervix," my darling replied without hesitation. I gave her some really long hard thrusts and shot ropes of cum deep inside her warm syrupy vagina. We both climaxed noisily and collapsed onto the bed. I could hear a quiet creak of a floorboard and a soft click as Ben closed his bedroom door behind him, but again Jane was oblivious. As we cuddled up and recovered I became aware of a soft rhythmic squeak coming from Ben's bedroom. I guessed what it was, he was led on his bed wanking and no doubt getting off on the sight and sound of us fucking. It brought me back to full hardness instantly and I rubbed my cockhead against my wife's full bottom to tempt her for our next round of fucking. She groaned, rolled over onto her back and encouraged me to enter her missionary style. This time I decided to fuck her quietly, in the hope she'd hear Ben's bed squeaking. It wasn't long before a puzzled look crept across her lovely face as we coupled, "Tim can you hear a funny sound coming from somewhere?" "Oh baby it's probably our bed, we've given it such a pounding this afternoon," I feigned. "No, listen it's coming from Ben's bedroom." As we strained to listen, the gentle squeak was supplemented by a louder, rhythmic banging - his bed headboard was bumping against the wall in time to him wanking. Jane looked at me intently, waiting for me to speak, and I knew this was a key moment if I was ever going to persuade her to look at Ben in a sexual context. "Poor Ben, he must have come home while we've been in bed and that's the sound of his bed responding to a heavy wank," I pulled my cock out so that just the helmet was inside her, stroking her highly sensitive entrance with it, which I knew would turn her on even more. "Oh God Tim, he must have heard us, we were so noisy... shit, our bedroom door isn't shut fully, he might even have SEEN us... oh fuck... oh god that's lovely," I cut her off before she panicked further by sliding my cock fully into her, balls deep, and gave her the full-length strokes she loves so much. The tactic worked and she was refocused on our lovemaking again. "Well my lovely, by the sound of things if he did hear or see anything he obviously enjoyed it and needs some relief as a result. And in any case, he's nineteen so it's high time he faced up to sex in the real world," I reassured her. I reached down to tongue her left nipple and she groaned. "Oh Tim, I know, but I'd hate him to be embarrassed or upset, he's settled in with us so well." "Sweetheart, does that sound like a young man who's upset?" By now his headboard was making quite a noise and then we heard a groan and the sounds stopped abruptly. Jane didn't answer but held my gaze as I kept up the pace of my strokes in her syrupy pussy. Her breathing was getting ragged and her neck was getting more pink, all the tell-tale signs of her impending climax. I whispered in her ear that I was close to cumming again, which made her cry out my name loudly. She squeezed her cunt around my cock and cried in my ear to urge me to let go and make a lovely mess inside her again. As I ejaculated inside her I managed to just about keep looking into her eyes and uttered "Oh baby, you ought to be very pleased you've just helped a young man have a happy release... oh fuck,... I'm so lucky to have you to inseminate rather than mess up the bedding," and I held her close as she ground her pelvis against mine and cried softly to her own climax. As I held her I added, "I think you'd better wash Ben's sheets in the morning." She groaned and murmured "never mind about that, you've got some cleaning to do yourself." I slid out of her and lay next to her. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at her, realizing that a delightful blush was spreading from her neck up over her lovely face. "Penny for them?" I asked. Jane went bright red and confessed to me breathlessly that she was already changing Ben's bedding frequently, every few days in fact, and that his sheet was invariably stained heavily with cum. I slid my hand down to cup her mound and she pushed gently against me to encourage me further. Again I could feel a significant moment coming in our discussion about Ben and I slipped a finger into her pussy. She was in such a mess, so hot inside, sopping wet and leaking copiously. She turned her face into my chest and groaned as I started to gently finger her. She sobbed with pleasure, pushing her crotch into my hand and begging me to stroke her clit. I knew this was the moment for me to push her further with words. "Oh darling, I'm not surprised he's a heavy cummer, he's so young and virile," I carried on without giving her a chance to respond, "I can tell he finds you very attractive, I've seen him looking at you, at your bottom, your legs and especially your lovely feet. Have you noticed how he comments whenever you've changed the colour of your toe nails?" I love painting her toenails and a few days previously had done them while we were relaxing in the lounge with Ben; I reminded her that he couldn't keep his eyes off her feet at the time. Jane groaned, though whether from my words or my finger on her clit, I wasn't sure but it was all the encouragement I needed to continue. "Baby, it's been very obvious to me how much you enjoy having Ben in our home, and I know you might try to deny this next bit, but you've responded wonderfully to the extra testosterone in the house; you're so fucking horny at present." She was blushing more than I've ever seen before and rolling her hips slowly to get more of my fingers into her pussy. I looked at her and snogged her deeply. Fuck, she was so responsive, wrapping her arms around me and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I knew now was the time to press her again, I so wanted her to seduce our young student and teach him how to fuck. I bit the bullet, and I told her softly and intently what I'd spent hours rehearsing in my head. I punctuated my words with slow kisses and kept up a continual fingering of her clit, telling her firmly but gently how I'd love her to seduce him and be his 'Mrs Robinson', to show him the joy of sex and thoroughly educate him in the ways of giving a woman sexual pleasure. I reminded Jane of how I'd been seduced and educated by my landlady at the age of 19, and how my virgin fiancee had come to appreciate the knowledge I'd been given, far more than her own, when we first started having sex. I expected her to scold me and tell me I'd gone too far but instead she looked up at me, snogged me back and climaxed noisily. She was completely wired for sex and urged me to keep fingering her. I went down to suck on a nipple so she could break our eye contact and not feel awkward. I asked her outright if she fancied Ben. "Oh god yes!" she replied without hesitating. Her mind was clearly working overtime because she started asking rapid-fire questions on how she should go about seducing him, when to make her move, how far she should go, and a whole raft of other details, bless her. But more than anything else she was anxious about my feelings, "Tim, this is the ultimate taboo, we'd be crossing the rubicon." I gave her the best possible reassurance I could offer and told her that our relationship was rock solid, that we'd reinvented ourselves sexually over the past few years, and that I really didn't want her to look back in old age and regret not taking a safe opportunity to widen her sexual pleasure still further with me by her side. I took her hand and guided it down to my cock to show her how rampant I was. "Oh fuck, this really turns you on doesn't it?" She looked at me intently and slipped onto me, getting astride my hips and wiping her wet gash up and down against my erection, never once breaking eye contact. She's perfected the technique of positioning the tip of my penis at just the right spot between her labia and then sliding down onto me slowly - all without any use of hands. I have to be rampant for it to work and even then it's taken a lot of practice but she's now extremely proficient at it; it drives us both mad with desire and we call it 'hands free fucking'. It's extremely intense and high on the list of our favorite sex games. She straightened her back and held my hands to support herself as she began riding me, getting the angle just perfect to impale herself fully on me and have my cock really deep inside her. I realized she was using this as her opportunity to test me, getting me really aroused and then checking to see what my intentions were towards Ben. Over the next twenty minutes or so she wheedled out of me my eagerness for her to fuck him on his own to begin with, but also my desire to join them if he was comfortable, either just to watch or ideally for all of us to engage in a full-blown three-some. We got more and more aroused as Jane fucked me and we discussed the possibilities together. I had to pinch myself that we were having this conversation, I've never been so turned on in my life, knowing that my wife was mentally preparing herself to include a lovely young man in our sex play. When I casually remarked that I was relaxed enough to play with Ben myself if he was up for it, she climaxed hard and said she'd love to see me sucking cock, but never imagined I would. I couldn't possibly tell her that I'd already played with men behind her back, but I was thrilled that the prospect turned her on so much. She fucked me hard using my cock as a fuck-toy and proffered her tits for me to play with. This time she kept up a running commentary herself, telling me what my cock felt like, how she liked different strokes and angles, which bits of her insides she could feel my cock rubbing against and how much she wanted her vagina splattered with cum. She told me that as soon as I'd inseminated her again she wanted to sit on my face and have me clean her out thoroughly. Hearing her say that caused me to shot my load deep inside her and she slid off my softening cock, shuffled up my body and dangled her dripping labia over my face. The smell of sex was intoxicating as she smothered me with her soiled pussy. I slipped two fingers in her gaping vagina and scooped out a big nut of cum to show her, reaching up and wiping it on her tits. She groaned loudly and urged me to use my tongue to clean her up properly. I tried to pace her response but it was hopeless, she was so eager to orgasm and begged me to lick her clit. Any attempt on her part to keep quiet for Ben's sake had long gone and she was in her own bubble, crying out with pleasure and giving me her own clear but breathless instructions on what she wanted me to do with my mouth. It couldn't have been more than five minutes of intense oral lovemaking before she almost suffocated me to reach her own climax. She screamed at me "FUCK... OH FUCK... TIM, I'M CUMMING!!" and thrashed about violently as she orgasmed noisily. Jesus, it was one of the most intense climaxes I've ever known her have and she gushed a small stream of flavourless liquid into my mouth before rolling off into a foetal position next to me. Fuck, what a finish, she was sobbing and moaning uncontrollably but let me wrap an arm around her to reassure her. We lay together panting and struggling to restore our equilibrium, our limbs temporarily useless, but slowly our brains came back to life and we talked softly about the rubicon we were going to cross. We settled on a plan, that we'd use the coming week as a cooling off period during which time either of us could back out. Otherwise, I'd arrange to go out early the following Sunday morning for a long bike ride, leaving Jane and Ben in the house together. She'd go into his bedroom dressed in just a short robe with a cup of morning tea for him, and then go about seducing him. I fully expected Jane to have cold feet about it all during the week but if anything she was even more turned on and excited at the prospect. Sunday arrived after what felt like an age and I was surprised at how natural it felt, to leave the house early in the morning knowing that when I returned in the afternoon, my wife would have had her first extra-marital sex. We hugged closely as I prepared to leave her and I still expected her to back out, but she shooed me out of the door and told me simply to trust her. The door closed softly, leaving me and my bike on the drive. Fucking hell, I'll never forget that moment, realizing that my wife was eagerly complying in the enactment of my long-held fantasy, for me to come home and find her full of another man's cum. To be continued...