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Almira straddled my thighs and sat on me. I wasn’t sure, but I felt she was naked under the white lace blouse. I was so surprised I tried to speak but failed. She pressed her finger to my lips.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said in a whisper.

The warmth of her buttocks on the skin of my thighs confirmed my ideas. She had a wicked, mysterious grin on her sweet, high cheek boned face. I was still trying to understand what was happening when she added, “I’ve talked it through with Karl, and he agrees.”

The mention of her husband drove more confusion into my mind. Almira was my friend and in ten years had never come on to me or given any hope that we would be more than friends. And now, suddenly she was blatantly asking me to fuck her. If this was a joke it was like no joke she had played before.

We had often worked on the same projects as independent specialists. I did self-learning systems and she did human interface and we were both up there with the best. For the past six months, we had been working on a project for a medical instrument company in Basle, Switzerland. It was user acceptance testing and it had to be done at weekends as many of the users were hands-on medics all week. Late afternoon on Saturday she had invited me to join her at her friend’s house for dinner. As it would be a welcome break from the hotel I had been in all week, I readily accepted. We’d left work in separate hire cars, called at my hotel for me to change, then Almira had driven me here. It turned out her friends were away for the weekend.

I had expected an evening as two old friends who talked about anything and everything, including sex, but never did it. That was until she strutted into the lounge wearing only the lace blouse, walking straight to me and straddled my legs.

Almira slid the legs of my loose-fitting shorts higher up my thigh and wriggled closer to me. Her hand went to the next button on her blouse and undid it. The lace was a floral design and I could see the darkness of her nipples through it. Her grin became a welcoming smile.

With the extra button open, I could see the valley between her very pert breasts. Her skin, a light olive-brown from her Egyptian heritage, glowed in the subdued light of the room. She had a thin and very attractive face, a slender, but womanly figure, and a mane of black hair that reached down to her waist. She leaned forward and pecked my lips.

“Don’t be so concerned. Relax, you can touch me, I want you to.”

Lust for her body was breaking through my concern that we were friends and not sexual partners. I felt my cock begin to react. Her knees were now on the sofa cushion, alongside my upper thighs. Almira took my hand and slipped it inside her blouse, onto her bare breast. Her nipple was hard and elongated. I gently squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

Reaching into her handbag, which lay open on the sofa, Almira brought out her mobile. Her eyes flicked between mine and the phone as she called someone. The thoughts of what it would be like to touch her, to fuck her, had always been there in me, just buried and controlled. They were breaking free by the second now. This just seemed so wrong.

"Hi, Karl!"

“Yes, I’m talking with him now.”

My near panic returned. I’d met Karl a few times over the years, usually at a weekend while we were both worked on a project and he visited Almira rather than her going home. He was about five years older than her thirty-eight years and some fifteen years younger than I.

“I think he is interested, I’ll check.”

Almira’s free hand rested on my stiffening cock, gripping it through the thin material of my shorts.

“Some parts seem very interested!” she said, almost giggling.

“Sure, I’ll hand you over…”

She offered me her phone and I took it on an automatic response rather than considering I was about to talk to the husband of the woman whose bare breast I had cupped in my left hand.

"Hello, Mike." Karl had a rich and deep voice, always sounding very assured.

"Hi, Karl." I couldn't think of another word to say to him.

“You’re probably a little confused,” he said. ‘An understatement,’ I thought.

“Almira and I like to have an arrangement in place. An arrangement to involve another man, sexually. I would like you to fuck her, Almira wants you to fuck her, not just this time, but ongoing. It can be as often as you two wish.”

Almira’s hand continued to form around my enlarging shaft. She wiggled a little on me, moving her body more onto one thigh than the other. Even though I was already on sensory overload, I felt her warmth and wetness as her pussy pressed onto my skin.

“The arrangement we’ve enjoyed for a few years has ended recently, and we’ve been considering options. Almira wants it to be you and I’m delighted with her choice.” I thought of asking what happened, but he started again.

“There are a few conditions, which we would like you to respect.” He paused a moment for effect.

“Please don’t fall in love with her. Lust all you like, and I assure you she will lust back!”

A pause, for me to take that in.

“No anal, Almira doesn’t do it.”

“Sex must always be bareback, we only like the real thing.”

Another pause.

“And in every session you have together, you must cum inside her at least once.”

“There is one other condition,” he added, “but I will leave Almira to talk that through with you after you’ve had fun. Do relax and enjoy her, she is a fantastic sexual partner. Hope you are OK with that?”

It was a question, but as Almira rocked her pussy against my thigh, I struggled for words to form an answer. I just offered the phone back to her instead. Before she took it, she unzipped me and pulled my cock out and up against my body. With one hand still sliding up and down my shaft, she put the phone to her ear, tossing her long black hair out of the way as she did. Her face beamed as she listened to Karl and started to curl her finger around my cock just behind my glans.

"I will have fun and if only you could see what with!"

“Bye, Big Bear, love you,” she whispered, finishing with a kiss to the phone.

She tossed the phone onto the sofa and both hands concentrated on me. The waistband of my shorts was unbuttoned giving her access to cup my balls with one hand and to stroke my cock with the other.

“Are you relaxed now?” she asked, tilting her head to one side. Still having trouble with words, I just smiled my consent. She undid the last buttons on her blouse and shrugged it off.

“I normally like a lot of foreplay, but I think this time it’s better if we just fuck.” She rose up, shuffled further onto the sofa, and, holding my cock straight up with her hand, lowered herself onto it. The hot, wetness that progressively engulfed my cock all but made me blow. In twelve years I had not penetrated a woman. There had been a few happy ending massages, but no penetration, not since the last time with my wife, the morning of her car crash.

Almira rode me, rising and falling slowly and firmly. She added a little fore and back movement, forcing my cock to explore more of the inside of her cunt.

“You are delightfully stiff,” she whispered, adding, “And fill me so nicely.”

Again, I had to avoid cumming. She bent forward, pulling my head towards her with her hands and pressed her breasts into my face. Lust displaced friendship. I eagerly sucked on her, swirling my tongue on her nipple, sucking onto them and pulling away. My hands slid down her back onto her arse, fingers teasing on to her swollen, drenched lips. I started to push up into her.

“That’s good, enjoy all of me. Fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am!”

We both accelerated, bodies slapping together, then her cunt squeezed onto my cock and her expression changed, the smile froze, then turned into a slight grimace as she shuddered in orgasm. I stopped and enjoyed the feeling of having my cock in an orgasming cunt for the first time in too long.

Her eyes opened, and she looked straight at me while resting down so I was fully consumed in her.

“I made the right choice,” she said, more to herself than me. It was only when I replayed the scene in my mind afterwards that I was amazed at how in control I was. Almira lifted off me, slid her legs to the floor and rested her body onto the sofa cushion.

“Fuck me doggy style, hard and fast!”

I did. Plunging my cock into her eager, wet cunt. The noises of her wetness and the slap of my body against her arse cheeks filled the room. She came again, and I stopped to enjoy her shuddering grip on my cock. She turned over, now lying face up on the sofa, arse at the very front edge of the cushion.

"I want to watch your face as you flood my cunt," she said guiding me back into her. She didn't have to wait long. When she locked her ankles behind my back, denying me the chance of pulling out, I blew. The pumping seemed to last forever, my body shook, and she came again.

I started to soften and slumped back onto my heels, panting from the exertion. Immediately in front of me was her pussy, fully shaven, swollen, glistening, with her dark pink inner lips spread out. She was still having intermittent shudders. Beyond was her beautiful face, smiling with satisfaction. A dribble of my cum slipped out and strung to the floor. I dragged myself up and collapsed onto the sofa next to her and her hand immediately went onto my cock.

“Thank you, Mr Cock,” she said giggling, “If you do that every time all will be well!”

She pulled herself up and curled against me, her hand still stroking my spent shaft. Reasoned thought started to return to me.

‘Was this real? Or would I wake up with a stiff cock begging for my hand? It felt very real.’

I moved my arm off the sofa back, putting it around her and my hand went straight to her breast, cupping it and playing a finger over her nipple. She gave a contented sound and snuggled back against me.

“I like after play as well,” she purred, “especially when it turns into foreplay and another fuck...”

I wondered what it would be like working with her from now on. The lust I’d become so adept at ignoring would no longer need to be hidden and controlled.

‘When I looked at her in the office, in meetings, would I see that dribble…’ I wondered.

Then June burst into my mind. My wife. I saw her, in her wheelchair, with that distant look in her eyes. The one she has when the brain damage from the crash was giving her a bad day. I grimaced at the thought.

“Mr Adams?” said the police officer in the open office in Cambridge. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” The next minutes remain an unforgettable blur. Head injury, in brain surgery now. Broken leg. Severe back injury. They are all in there. They took my June away and put a shell in her place.

A slight pull on my cock brought me back.

“I thought you’d nodded off,” said Almira. “Slide down a little.”

I did, ending almost flat on the sofa. Almira settled her head on my stomach and took my now shrunken cock between her lips while holding my relaxed balls in her palm.

“I think you’ve realised I’m a horny slut. I can’t get enough cock. Karl knows that as well.” She told me between sucks and licks. I was amazed to feel the start of a response.

“But I can’t just go with anyone. I need to know them, like them and above all trust them before I can fuck them. And Karl needs to know I’m safe with them.” She popped my glans out of my foreskin and licked around it.

“That’s why we have an Arrangement. Only ever one man. But he will be a very content man!”

While she explained, I remembered Karl had said there was another ‘condition’ to this Arrangement, so I asked.

“I hope this won’t put you off.” She held me between her lips and pulled until my cock slipped from her mouth. “He will want to join us, sometimes. Just to watch.”

"Don't worry, he's not gay or even bi," she said into my silence. "He won't touch you. To be honest, he will not really see you, it's me he will be looking at." Her hand squeezed me.

“I guess you’re not certain about that,” she said, turning her head to look at me. “He just likes to see me being a total slut and getting what I need.”

“I just don’t know,” I struggled, “It will be the greatest turn on, or greatest turn off for me. One or the other.”

She sat across my thighs again, looking at me. Her slender figure was perfection.

“Trust me, you’ll forget he’s there. Just do what you want with me.”

Her hands got to work on my cock and I did forget Karl. And not remember him for the whole weekend.

That was three years ago now. I’ve learned a lot in that time. About myself, about relationships, about the difference between love and lust, and how important both are to your well-being. We had two more weeks on that project in Basle, including the next weekend for more acceptance testing. In the office, Almira was almost no different. The same friendly, professional colleague. But I did say ‘almost'.

Most evenings we spent together, fucking like young lusters. She would then go back to her friends for the night. Her ability to orgasm and go again was incredible. And not a little tremble like two on the Richter scale but a full-blown, screaming, hand squeezing, body convulsing eight or more. We had not had our usual evening session on Tuesday as she had taken her friends out to say thanks for putting her up. Wednesday morning, she arrived with that white lace blouse on, demurely with a white slip under it, and a blue skirt. A tight blue skirt. A very short, tight, blue skirt.

Her grin when she said hello was conspiratorial. All day I scanned her perfect arse for a pantie line or even a thong string. I don't know why, but not knowing was as sexy as hell. It was odd as I already knew very well what was under that skirt. On Monday night she had sat on my face, rocking back and forth, for over half an hour while we had a foreplay oral fest. She kept giving me glances. And walked past my desk a lot.

Then around four pm, as everyone was winding down, Almira was talking to one of the clients. They were standing right in front of my desk, Almira with her back to me. I sat there tidying up a few files on my laptop.

Thunk! Her mobile lay on the carpet by her feet. She took a step back, closer to my desk, and bent down, completely straight legged to retrieve it. A few moments after they finished their conversation I got a text, ‘Now you know!’ Followed by another. ‘Hope you’re hungry as she needs eating after being in the fresh air all day.’ I became accustomed to her teases like that. They were always at times she knew you could not react, let alone do anything about it.

On returning home from Basle, I started to realise my life had changed. At first, it felt like I’d had a holiday fling, but Almira was soon in contact wanting to arrange a meet. My house was out of the question with a permanently present wife and her carer. I had a short contract in London so that offered the best opportunity and as it happened Almira was working nearby so two nights were arranged in a hotel.

The ‘this isn’t real’ feeling had started to return but the two nights blew that away. She was caring, attentive and obviously was treating this as an ongoing arrangement. And she was perfectly dirty! Why did I have to wait until I’m over sixty to have unrestricted access to a fantastic looking woman who was a better fuck than even my most unfettered dreams? There was no ‘will you give me an oral finish?’, I was told I was having one. Just as I was told ‘You will cum on my tits!’ She loved sex and had a free pass from her husband to sate that with me as much as she could.

It was on the second night of that stay that I was reminded of Karl’s other ‘condition’. It was gone eleven and we were fucking. She was riding me slowly, just building me and herself up for more vigorous activity, when her phone chirped. Without faltering in her movement she answered it.

"Hello, Big Bear!"

“Yes, of course. I’m riding Mike’s cock right now.”

She listened, looking at me and giggling. Then added a circular swing to her hips that doubled the sensation I was getting from my cock.

“He already has, twice!” I guessed that was the response to ‘Condition 4’

“Karl says, ‘Can you make it three for him?’”

"I'll do my best!” I rejoined. With her free hand, she started to stroke her clit, occasionally pinching it between two fingers. She then put the phone on speaker call. It lay on the bed to my right.

“Hi Mike,” said Karl’s voice quite clearly. Almira increased the intensity of her riding and the bed joined in with a little repetitive chirp.

“er, Hi Karl,” I replied tentatively.

“Is my wife looking after you?”

He sounded like he was making small talk. ‘Did you enjoy the show?’ ‘Was the wine good?’ ‘Has my wife given you a good fuck?’

“She is looking after me exceptionally well!” My cock went harder still.

“Uhmm! Nice,” said Almira, while breathing in.

"Mike, would you mind telling me what being in my wife’s cunt feels like right now?” It was incredibly polite. Almira gave me an encouraging gesture. If I had a comfort zone about ‘Our Arrangement’ it was now a speck in the rearview mirror. Almira squeezed onto me, something I’d found she could do with amazing pressure, especially when she orgasmed.

“She’s squeezing me!”

“Oh, she loves doing that.”

“She’s very wet.”

“Sloppy I’d hope if you’ve flooded her twice.”

"Yes, sloppy!" I was starting to strain to stop the third time. But Karl stayed calm, his voice remaining even. He sounded very matter of fact, even though he knew I was in his wife’s cunt at that very moment.

“I love to hear she’s sloppy… I love her to come to me full of cum.”

“And she’s so hot inside.”

“You mean her hot cunt is squeezing all around your cock?”

“Yeesss!”

Almira leaned forward, her pert tits in sucking distance if I strained up. Then she began what she called a ‘bunny bang’, moving her arse up and down quickly like a hopping rabbit. The bed chirps increased and were joined by slapping and slurping. I could see she was about to orgasm, and I desperately tried to hold on until she did.

“Are you going to pump her full of your spunk for me, Mike?”

Almira started, ripples rolling across her stomach.

“Oh FUCK yes! Jeeessusss! FUCK!” she screamed.

I burst with a loud groan…

“Oh FUCK, he’s pumping inside me!”

She collapsed onto me, my cock springing out of her. Her body lay limp, but still shuddering for many moments. Almira rolled off me and then struggled to retrieve the phone from under her.

“Sorry Big Bear, I was lying on top of you.”

“That sounded fun,” said Karl, still unphased.

“I’ll give him an hour and he better be ready for an encore!”

“Mike, one last thing and I’ll let you recuperate for your next performance. Please take a picture of Almira’s pussy and sent it to me. Can you do that?”

“He will, nite, Big Bear, sleep tight,” said Almira.

“Nite my Little Bear. Fuck tight!”

“Love you,” she whispered, kissing the phone and ending the call, then shuffled to the end of the bed and spread her legs wide.

“Just press the shutter,” she said handing me her phone.

Her pussy was a mess, a beautiful mess.

“I’ll squeeze.”

She did, and I took the picture. It was winging its way through the ether to Karl within seconds. Afterwards, I wondered if that little event had been by way of softening me up for the inevitable day when Karl would be sitting at the end of the bed.

We survived on a few overnights in hotels for many weeks. During that time, I did start to look at things differently. Firstly, I was happier. Whilst I couldn’t tell anyone, the knowledge that a gorgeous, attractive, intelligent woman, who fucks better than anything I'd experienced was just wanting to be under me, on top of me, well anyway really, does something for you. And the fact it was all OK with her husband, well that adds a something more.

I also understood love and lust clearly for the first time. And when looking at June I saw love. The ‘shell’ was fading, and I could start to see there was a person there, some part of which was the person in my memories. When times got difficult I just thought of the next time Almira would be sucking and fucking with me. I’d smile and carry on.

We both got contracts on a project based in Slough. I would stay in a hotel during the week, returning home each weekend, but for Almira, it was a short drive from where she and Karl lived in leafy Surrey. The project kick-off meeting was a Monday and that evening Almira was in my hotel room straight after work. She walked through the door and rapidly shed her clothes to be naked in less than a few moments. She grew impatient with my tardiness and pushed me, face up, onto the bed, my shirt and underpants still on, then sat on my face. I calmed her down with an avid tonguing. We fucked for England – or was it Europe – then lay on the bed gazing at the ceiling.

“Karl is inviting you to come to dinner on Thursday.”

I remained silent. My Nemesis had arrived.

“You will come, won’t you? Get a taxi, so you can have a drink. Karl has some good wine”

My mind had ground on this for months now, and still not progressed from the biggest turn-on or off. I had no objections to the concept, to the idea of a man wanting to see his wife fucked by another man. I knew he was not a cuckold, wasn’t looking to be humiliated. I believed he wasn’t gay. Where my problem lay was if it was a turn off to have a man watching me having sex, well there won’t be much sex.

And if that happened, Karl would not get what he needed from the arrangement. Would he then go and find someone else? Cutting off my access to Almira? My oxygen. My cocaine. The very thing that was making my life work. That was my worry. And that worry made it look like becoming self-fulfilling.

Almira was now on her side, her head propped on her forearm.

“It won’t be awkward, or uncomfortable. I promise. Trust me.”

I did my best to explain. Almira didn’t get at first. Finally, she did.

“OK, so you stay limp. It hasn’t happened to you with me, ever. And if it does, it does, you’ll just have to eat me until I cum three times. Karl will be happy whatever.”

I looked unconvinced, apparently.

“Please, you can do whatever you want with me. Just like you’ve just done. And I will be the most encouraging slut you’ve ever known. You won’t know he’s there.”

But I will.

I remained apprehensive, to say the least for the rest of the week. Almira couldn't make either Tuesday or Wednesday evening but did phone me late on Wednesday. She was purring over the phone and I suspected Karl was attending to her while she spoke.

“It will be OK, whatever happens, I promise you it won’t be the end. We’ll just have to try to make things work for you,” she whispered, with frequent contented sighs. “You may find it’s all OK, all fun. You said yourself you don’t know.”

“I’ve resolved to try. That’s the best I can say.”

“And thank you for that. We appreciate this is new to you, uncharted waters, whereas we’ve, well, done it all before.”

The sounds of her being pleasured had my cock standing to attention. There was a long silence and when she rejoined the call she was a little breathless. It drove home to me that she had a strong sexual relationship with Karl. She wasn’t looking for a replacement for him, or even a supplement. It was another source of sex. Another cock.

“I wish your cock was deep in me right now,” she sighed. “Sweet dreams…”

Just before seven on Thursday, my taxi stopped outside their house. It was 19th century at least, not quite the chocolate box cottage but not far off. I hesitated at the end of their drive. I was early, and we had passed a nice looking pub a short walk away. A little brandy might make all the difference.

I arrived fashionably late as they say, and Almira answered the door to me. She gave me a kiss, unusually full on the lips, and I followed her across the hall into their sitting room. She was wearing heels that screamed fuck me, a loose fitting, short, white silk dress that was slightly see-through, pulled at her waist by a thin gold belt. Though loose fitting it seemed to cling to her. It was around her buttocks, over her breasts, showing her erect nipples. All very alluring.

The room was old style, with a lot of polished wood, dark leather chairs and a splendid open fireplace with a few logs burning in it. Karl rose to greet me.

“Mike, so good of you to come!” he said giving my hand a hearty shake. It seemed odd to shake the hand of a man whose wife I was here to fuck, but equally, churlish not to. He seemed genuinely happy to see me.

“Been some time since we meet I think?”

“Over a year,” I replied.

"Really! Well, you’re most welcome. And relax, we all just want to have fun” he added patting my shoulder.

“Make yourself at home,” invited Almira, offering the seat on the leather sofa next to her. The sofa was covered with a picnic style rug that seemed out of place. I was offered and accepted a glass of red wine. By the time Karl delivered it to the small pedestal table by the sofa, Almira’s hand was on my crotch. Karl returned to his winged chair positioned opposite the sofa. His ring-side seat.

She waited until I had a sip, well a large slug of wine, then knelt on the sofa, facing me. The front of her silk dress was closed by small ties, each with a bow knot. The top two were already undone.

“Undress me please, Mike.”

I undid her belt and let it fall onto the sofa, then pulled a bow and the dress opened a little more. Her eyes were focused on mine. My mind was screaming there is a man sitting over there. Not just a man, this woman's husband. My cock was telling me to get on with it. I pulled bow after bow. With each one more of Almira's dress fell aside. Over the last few months, I had become vividly aware of the charms of her body. She had pressed it against me, told me to suck onto her breasts, eat her clit, and fuck her cunt. It was not a mystery to me, but I was still fascinated to see it revealed bit by bit.

Her skin seemed to glow in the flickering firelight, her breasts called for my hands and lips, and her pussy was already aroused with her dark pink clit pushing out between her lips. I glanced across at Karl, but before I could read his expression, Almira’s hand was on my chin and turned me back to her. She leaned forward, letting the open dress fall from her shoulders.

“Relax, just concentrate on me,” she whispered. “Do whatever you wish with me.”

Just as she had done that first time in Basle, she took my hand, but this time placed it on her waist. My hand followed the curve of her hip, around her and onto her firm buttock. I had turned towards her, my knee now resting on the sofa cushion. She slipped my shoe off and moved my leg so it lay along the sofa, then unzipped me. Finding I was commando, she pulled my soft but enlarging cock out.

“Good to see you listened to me about dress,” she giggled. She had told me not to wear more than necessary, it would just slow things up. I ran the top of my forefinger against her clit, then repeated the pass but between her lips, bringing her wetness onto her clit. She rocked her hips slowly in encouragement. She undid my belt and waistband, pushed me so I lay along the sofa then manoeuvred, taking great care not to impale me with those killer heels, so she knelt over me, pussy above my head. As she lowered onto me, I took in the heels just next to my face, then the scent of her pussy, and warm wetness between her smooth, soft lips and finally the warmth of her mouth on the end of my cock. My conundrum resolved, and my cock grew into her mouth.

When she had me fully erect, she looked back at me grinning. “That looks nice… Too nice resist any longer!”

She turned again, tugged my trousers further down and sat on my cock, taking it all into her cunt in one move. She had a thrilled expression on her face. Then she started to ride me… She filled my sight and mind until I filled her cunt with hot cum.

When we untangled ourselves, Karl had gone. Noises from the kitchen off the dining alcove told me he was serving the meal. Almira sucked my softening cock clean and returned it inside my trousers. While I had thought a lot about what it would be like to start touching Almira, even to fuck with Karl watching, I hadn’t given a single thought to what happens after. Almira put her dress back over her shoulders, leaving the front open.

“You came a lot!” she grinned, running her hand across her pussy. “I’ll go and clean up.” I looked where she had been sitting and realised the need for the picnic blanket. They had done this before.

As she left the room Karl came in with a tray which he placed on the coffee table and moved it closer to the sofa.

"Hope you're OK with pizza and salads?" he asked. "They are homemade."

They smelled very good. And were absolutely delicious. The three of us sat on the sofa, Almira in the middle, with most of her body on show. The interest in food faded rather quickly. Karl started to play with her nipple, pushing the dress off her right shoulder. She looked towards me.

“There are two you remember!”

I went one better and sucked on her left nipple and felt her body thrill with the attention of two men. She put one hand on my crotch and the other on Karl’s. My reaction was immediate, and the blood flooded back into my cock.

“The biggest turn on then,” she giggled, looking straight at me.

Almira slipped off the sofa and knelt between my legs. Karl rested back into the corner of the sofa and just faded out of my mind. My trousers were undone, pulled off me, and then my shirt unbuttoned and pushed off my shoulders. Almira’s hands and mouth soon had my erection full on, and she lay, face up along the sofa which Karl had vacated. She spread her legs, blatantly offering me her cunt, and her arms invited me on top of her.

“Come, fuck me…”

The smile on her face as I rested on her, pinning her to the sofa, was amazing. She wanted to fuck. And so did I.

“Fuck me hard.”

I started to.

“Don’t stop fucking me until you cum!” It was almost a growl.

“That’s right! Pump your cock in and out of my cunt!”

"God, you're in so far!"

“You make me such a cock slut!”

“Fuck I’m cumming!”

And she did, her body convulsing under me, her cunt gripping and releasing on my cock until she went rigid and gripped me so hard it stopped me pushing in and out her. She relaxed, and I restarted and was rewarded with an immediate, but thankfully more gentle orgasm. An orgasm that seemed to continue until I burst in her. She went rigid again and her cunt had my cock in a vice-like grip for what seemed like an age. Only the fact that I was softening eased the pressure until her body shuddered again and she relaxed.

When Almira’s eyes opened I was still full length on top her. Her hands were on my back and I only then felt that she had dug her nails into me.

“Thank you,” she whispered and pecked my chin.

On that project, Thursday evenings became a regular event. I relaxed into my role. It soon seemed quite natural to go to Karl and Almira’s, shake his hand, drink his fine wine and fuck his wife. And he loved it too. Early on, Almira would report back on the following Monday evening how pleased he was with ‘Our Arrangement’, and soon I could see it for myself in the warmth of their greeting. Karl would prepare for days to ensure a fine finger food meal was available.

When the project ended it was more difficult. A taxi from my home would be prohibitive in both cost and time, and I will not drink and drive. My wife’s car crash was caused by a drunken mother losing control of her car whilst driving her kids to school. The 4x4 left our car unrecognisable. Almira explained that Karl always wanted me to leave afterwards. It was something he had always insisted on. It was his safety blanket, I guess. But it did make for a lean time for all three of us.

I managed three nights with her in a hotel in Barcelona when both of us were there on separate projects. It made me realise how much I needed our lustful sessions, and she told me how she missed the easy access to me. And that Karl was continually asking when we could have an evening again.

On Friday we were both on the same flight back to the UK. Sitting together we used their in-flight internet access to hatch a plan. We booked a weekend package at a chain hotel in Antwerpen. I would be working there in any case, so would just make an excuse of needing to work the weekend, something I was not at ease with as it meant I wouldn’t see June. My relationship with her had transformed since ‘Our Arrangement’ had been in place, and I genuinely looked forward to time with her. But needs must, for the three of us, for Our Arrangement.

Karl and Almira flew in Friday evening and we met in the hotel bar. Karl was beaming and thanked us two schemers for planning the weekend. I gave Almira the second key card for my room. The understanding was she could use it anytime she wanted, day or night, and come with or without Karl. Although it wouldn’t be I who left afterwards, it did just pass Karl’s requirement.

It wasn’t long before Almira put the plan into action. I was just wondering whether to try a small café nearby for an evening meal when the key card slipped into the lock and in she came. In a raincoat, tied at the waist, and a pair of steel heels. She pushed the door closed behind her, undid the belt and let the coat fall to the floor. She was naked.

“Fuck me! Hard! Now!”

Foreplay was minimal. She was in full cock slut mode. No gentle starts, just slamming, arse slapping fucking. She orgasmed wildly and loudly, screaming to me not to stop. I didn’t until I pumped, then rolled off her. She took a deep breath, rose off the bed, put the raincoat on, and pulled the belt tight.

“Karl’s waiting for me. He’s been stiff since we got here. I’ll be back.”

I went out for a meal. On returning I sent a text to say I was back and took the opportunity of getting some rest. I wasn’t sure of the time when the door lock buzzed. Karl and Almira hurried in. I clicked the light on. The raincoat was on again. I watched as Karl stood to one side of Almira. He checked I was looking and undid the belt.

“Mike, please fuck my wife,” he said opening the raincoat to reveal Almira in a very short, very tight black latex dress with cutaways both sides. She did a little pose, turning one side then the other, and walked to the bed, tore the sheet off me and fell onto my cock, greedily taking it into her mouth. I pulled her torso on top off me and pushed the dress up a little to eat her pussy. She had cleaned herself but as my tongue pushed between her wet and swollen lips she tasted salty from a mixture of mine and Karl’s cum.

I licked at her, targeting her swollen and hard clit, licking it and sucking it in between my lips. The thought that Karl’s cock had been in her perhaps twenty minutes ago, or less, sent the blood surging into my cock. She was so sensitive she orgasmed quickly, bucking her arse up and down.

“Fuck! Yes!”

Gasp.

“Don’t stop!”

I restarted and soon produced the same result, but this time she sprang off me, lying face up next to me.

“Get that cock in me, now!”

I knelt between her legs and lowered myself on to her, my cock sliding into her eager wetness. Almira brought her legs together, forcing mine to lie outside them, and increasing the tightness of her cunt. I had barely started to push in and out when she started to orgasm. Her cunt was silky, not the same as the intense wetness she had had early. Sloppy thirds I thought, then Karl spoke, something he had never done before while we were fucking.

“Thank you for the sloppy seconds earlier. I’ve been missing them.”

I looked across and, also for the first time, he had an obvious erection. Almira’s nails dug into my back as she writhed under me. She checked herself, cracking me on the arse to release the need to stab me with her nails. The feel of her taut body wrapped in the smooth, shiny latex was incredible.

“FUCK!”

She went rigid. I waited for her to relax, and when she did I pushed her legs apart and sat up between them. Slowly, I moved my cock in and out of her. Nearly all the way out, then slowly in with a final hard thrust on each stroke that made her eyes widen.

“That’s what you need isn’t it, Little Bear. A stiff cock rammed in your sloppy cunt. Make him cum, flood inside you like the slut you are.”

While the words were harsh, Karl’s voice was soft and loving, he was caring for her, ensuring she had what she needed. I brushed her clit side to side with my finger and her eyes rolled as her body shuddered. I moved over her, her legs locked behind my back and I went for it. Hard as I could, the pressure in me building, building, bursting. I pulled out, and a final shot splashed on her heaving stomach and left tit, then dribbled into her cleavage.

Karl’s trousers were off and he was coming towards the bed, so I took the hint and climbed off it. A third never seen before act was happening as he lay on her, locked his arms behind her neck, pinning her shoulders in place and gave her a slow but hard thrusting fuck that had her screaming in orgasm.

The rest of the weekend continued with Almira visiting unannounced at just about any time. However, Karl returned to his silent and dressed self, always leaving my room before engaging with Almira. The Saturday night they joined me just before midnight and a familiar scene played out, but when I had finished and Almira was about to get up to go, Karl came across to her.

“No Little Bear, please stay with Mike. He deserves a night with you.” He kissed her, then looking at me said, “Thank you for a great weekend. Please don’t refrain, she is yours until morning. Don’t waste a moment.” He offered his hand and I shook it, my fingers still thick with Almira’s juices.

He paused at the door and said, “Come and wake me in the morning Little Bear, and be as I like you.”

“Love you Big Bear.”

Almira kissed the air. When the door was closed she settled onto my stomach and took my cock into her mouth. From love to lust.

Almira’s birthday was in August, and it was to be her fortieth. Karl had planned a great party for her where all their friends would attend. I, of course, was not invited. Almira had long explained that there would be little socialising within Our Arrangement, and almost no public socialising. While they talked freely about their friends to me, I never meet any of them. As Our Arrangement matured we had gone out for meals together but never near where they lived. Hence it was no surprise I knew all about her party but did not have an invitation.

The actual day was a Saturday that year, and Karl had hired a country hotel in the South Downs National Park. Their friends would all stay at the hotel. As the event got closer, I received a rare phone call from Karl. Normally if he had a question it would be asked via Almira.

“The weekend of 19th,” he started, “would it be possible for you to slip away?”

Weekends were now very precious to me and I liked to be with June as much as I could. Work took me away so much in the week. I realised the significance of the date and wondered if he was about to break his own rules and invite me, a little like he burst out of his comfort zone in Antwerpen.

“It’s possible,” I responded.

“As you know it’s Almira’s birthday, and you know we’re having a party at a hotel.”

I confirmed I did.

“Our friends will be staying in the hotel on Saturday night, the party is Saturday evening.” I waited for him to get to the point.

“There is a cottage in the grounds,” he started, “and I wondered if you would be able to stay in it. And give Almira a birthday surprise?” I wondered immediately if it was the gamekeeper’s cottage.

I was torn, but Almira won. It was a once only, special time for her.

The Saturday was a baking hot day and the forecast good for the evening, with just the chance of a few storms bubbling up in the heat. I drove to the hotel and followed Karl’s instructions to the cottage. Just as he said, there was someone there to meet me and settle me into the cottage. It was as quaint as they come and called The Woodman’s Cottage! It had a main room, a bedroom accessed through double doors and a small, secluded garden.

Almira phoned me around two pm, totally unaware I was less than a mile from her. She tried to explain again why her most intimate friend was not on the guest list. I sounded suitably pissed off with the whole thing, but wished her well and to have a great party. She finished the call by saying she wished I was there to eat her pussy immediately before she joined the party, so she would greet their friends with the feel of my tongue on her clit.

As agreed with Karl beforehand I got a text from him just before four.

‘oow’

On Our Way.

I’d talked to Karl about how I should prepare. Be naked with hard on maybe?

I heard the front gate click, then the front door open. I hoped Karl would realise from the open French doors and the weather I was in the garden. I was seated, back to the wall so would not be seen until they were fully in the garden. When they appeared, Karl was guiding her by the shoulders and she had a travel sleeping blindfold on.

“Keep it on or you’ll ruin my surprise.”

“This had better be good, you know I hate blindfolds.”

They stopped on the lawn. I stood and walked past my shorts which were lying on the grass, ending up in front of Almira. She was wearing tailored shorts, a loose top, no bra and white trainers.

“Relax, let me guide your hand.”

He did, turning it palm up then raising it until my cock was just above it.

“Close your fingers.”

Almira’s slender fingers curled around my shaft. The moment first contact was made she took hold of me.

"Mike!" she shrieked. She pulled the blindfold off with her other hand.

“What do you think of your surprise present?” I asked.

She stroked me with both hands while staring at my eyes.

“However,” said Karl, “You can’t have it until later.”

Almira looked shocked. She pulled on my cock.

“You put it in my hand and tell me I can’t have it!”

Karl’s hands slipped around her waist and undid the top of her shorts. He eased them over her hips and they slipped down.

“After the party, but for now you can have what you told Mike on the phone.”

She lay on her back and spread those slender legs, and I fell on her pussy, giving her deep licks from the start. She held the back of my head, pushing me deeper between her lips and starting to wriggle as I found the right spot time and time again. After a first little tremble, she shuffled around until she was under my body.

I started to give her long licks, the full length of her slit, I felt her nails run over my sack and her mouth close over the end of my cock. A determined session of firm lapping on her clit sent her over and she clamped her thighs on to the sides of my head. As she released me she craned up and kissed my cock.

“Later,” I said. She looked so disappointed.

“Just quickly?”

“No,” said Karl, “we must get back and change.”

The party had to end at midnight. I heard the music stop and went out into the humid night, naked. They arrived soon after, Almira still in her bright red gown. It was backless, almost to her arse cleavage, and slit one side from her hip down.

“I hope you are properly dressed under that,” I said.

“Not a stitch.” And she moved the front across to flash bare pussy at me.

“I’ve been wet all evening. Thinking of you. Thinking of this.”

I’d remained seated in the big, cushioned wicker chair, and she came and sat on one of my legs and took me in her hand. I stiffened in an instant. Karl came to her side and undid the back of her dress. She stood, and it slipped off her, leaving her naked but for her shoes. She knelt across me, pushing her breasts onto my lips and I greedily sucked on her nipples, one then the other, pulling away from her with them clamped in my lips until they popped out.

I felt her pussy, she was as she said, very wet and my fingers slipped into her, one then another. I swept a fingertip across the inside front wall of her cunt. A slightly pained expression grew on her face, followed by a groan and her head went back.

"I need your cock now!" And she shuffled closer, held my cock upright and lowered herself onto me. Taking it all, in one slow move.

There was a brilliant flash of light and a deafening roar that made us both jump. Then a large drop of rain splashed on her surprised face. Then another, and another and she started to ride me. Spots turned to a downpour. Karl ran for cover, but we just fucked. Fucked through vivid blue flashes, through roars of thunder, through one orgasm then another. Water poured down over her tits, into my mouth as I sucked and licked at her breasts. I put my hands under her and lifted her so I could slam up into her cunt. She screamed into the storm and I flooded her cunt. My pumping just won’t stop, and spasms rocked her whole body until she literally fell off me, sprawling on the lawn in the pouring rain.

I was spent but could resist following her down, pushing two fingers into her sloppy wetness and wriggling them wildly inside her. Her scream of ‘Oh FUCK!’ must have been heard in the hotel, even above the storm. I lay full length on top of her, just to feel the spasms wracking her body.

“Happy birthday, Little Bear,” called Karl from inside the cottage.

The second phase of the project in Slough brought back Thursday evenings. That started some three months ago now and will last another six at least. We are in a very stable phase where Our Arrangement is giving all three of us what we need. It is comfortable, but without being routine. I know each week I will be delightfully drained by Almira, she will get the variety of cock and multiple sessions of sex she craves, Karl will see his Little Bear be a total cock slut and then fuck her sloppiness. And I will have all weekend with June. We’ve even started to go out together again, for a drink, for a meal now and again. People say I’m so caring and dedicated, which I am. If only they knew what lets me be that way.

I hope you've enjoyed reading about my induction into the shared wife lifestyle.   If you did, please leave me a comment!  Rex