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I continued my troubled sleep while my wife spent the evening with Simon at his rugby club dinner dance.  My fitful dreaming seemed to consist of my wife dancing closely with lots of different men, some I knew and some who were strangers.  It was a restless sleep, with a feeling of doom haunting my sub-conscious.

I wasn’t sure how long it was before I heard a car door shutting and a diesel car pulling away outside.  I realised this wasn’t part of my dream, and I came around, feeling my muscles aching from the effects of sleeping on a chair and my head muddled from having drunk too much and eaten too little. I expected to hear a key in the door and Maggie walk in, but there was no sound.

I saw that the time was one a.m. I waited for a while longer before I got up and went to the living room window, from where I could see the front door. The outside light was dim, but I could make out two figures locked in an embrace and kissing passionately. Simon’s arms were wrapped around Maggie’s body and a hand was firmly on her bottom. She was pressing her body hard against him.

Maybe I was still half asleep. Deep down in the pit of my stomach I could feel a surge of jealousy building up, but it was overtaken by the erotic image of my conservative wife of twenty-five years locked in a passionate embrace with another man. 
The image of the two well dressed lovers, their tongues exploring each other's mouth, their bodies pressed together seemed incredibly exciting and the fact that I knew one of them so well, and knew how out of character this was, just seemed to fascinate and excite me more.

I watched the scene for a few minutes, but then my foggy, tired logic decided that it was silly for them to be outside the house like two teenagers. I also thought that it could cause us a few awkward explanations if the neighbours happened to look out and see my wife french kissing another man. 

I went to the front door, and quietly opened it. I was now next to Maggie and Simon and for a moment they were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the door open. I could now hear the heavy breathing, the sound of their urgent kissing and feel the heat. I quietly said the first thing that came into my head.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to come inside?”

They stopped kissing immediately and both turned in shock to see me standing next to them. They were still holding each other tightly and both looked flushed, and I guess in the shock of the moment they didn’t know what to say. I felt strangely calm, and so just stood to one side holding the door open, gestured with my arm, and smiled at them reassuringly. They exchanged glances and, arm in arm, walked rather unsteadily through the door, supporting each other.

As Maggie brushed past me I could feel the heat of her body and smell her perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol, Simon’s aftershave and the sweat from their two bodies. It was unusual and intoxicating.

I followed them into the living room, and they turned to look at me, still close together, looking like guilty and rather drunk teenagers who were waiting to be told off. Where to start? The lateness of the hour, or more obviously the fact that my wife was making out again with one of our best friends?  I was still experiencing a strange out of body experience in which I was watching the scene without really being part of it. I wasn’t sure that I wanted the moment to end quite yet.

I continued with my fixed smile and said, “You’ve obviously had a good evening, which is great. Wasn’t the taxi suppose to be wait?”

Maggie seemed to be a little out of breath and struggling to hold it together. It was hard to tell whether she was incredibly turned on by Simon’s kisses and caresses or was in shock that I had seen them.

Simon spoke, “Maggie invited me in for coffee and said that I could crash out here for the night.”

Maggie then added, “It got late, we lost track of time, so I said Simon could sleep in the spare room.” She obviously felt that was necessary to clarify things, which, given the situation, was understandable, but it was all very strange. I guess none of us knew what to say in this situation.

“Of course, that’s fine. Why don’t I make some coffee, while you both relax and get comfortable; just give me a moment and we’ll have a chat.” I said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I had no idea how and why I was speaking in such a matter of fact way, and treating my own wife like a visitor in our house. In some small way part of me was rather enjoying seeing how it would all play out. Maybe I was half asleep and a little drunk like them. Maggie took Simon’s hand and guided him to the settee and they both sat down while she still held his hand. They waited for me to make the next move.

“I didn’t want to stop you, I just thought you might want to be more comfortable. It’s clearly been a good evening and I don’t want you to end it until you want to. I’m going to make some coffee. Pretend I’m not here,” I added, for reasons I still can’t work out.

Maggie gave me a strange look, and clearly did not believe me, but she was holding Simon’s hand tightly and she didn’t seem to want to let go. Where this was taking our marriage I didn’t know, but I couldn’t think deep thoughts just now.  I just was turned on by what I saw, and also wanted to to see a little more of this new side of my wife as she acted so differently from the shy, conservative, passive women I had spent most of my life with. She was acting in a manner that I had been yearning for for so many years.

There was just the slight problem that she was with another man rather than me.

All Maggie said was, “What do you mean; what do you want?”

“I really don’t quite know, but if you want take a few more moments, I’m fine with it.” With that, I went into the kitchen.

As I started to make the coffee I turned to see that Maggie had followed me into the kitchen and was standing near me. She was still looking stunning in her short dress and strappy sandals. Her hair was a bit dishevelled.  The silver chain and cross around her neck, the special present from me, glittered.

She had a glow about her: she looked alive, she looked hot in both senses of the word. She looked so desirable and sexual yet I had to come to terms with the fact that this was what Simon had done to her. He had managed to make her like this. In twenty-five years of marriage I had not been able to. Somewhere inside of me there was an aching jealousy, a yearning to end all this and have her back, safe with me. Whether it was alcohol and the lateness of the hour, it was overpowered by the sexual excitement inside, and the feeling that this might be a one off opportunity to see something more, a side to her that had been dormant for so long.

I just smiled at her.

“Why aren’t you cross?” Maggie asked. “I’m being really bad.”

“I really do love seeing you so happy and I want you to have the most special evening, We’ll talk about it later, but for now go and be with Simon. Enjoy yourself.”

“What about us, you and me?”

“We’ll be fine; unless, that is you know differently.”

“I love you and I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, I don’t understand what’s happening to me tonight. Maybe I should ask Simon to leave.” She didn’t sound very convincing.

“Please don’t. I want him to stay and I don’t want him to feel rejected. Tonight you have my blessing to be his partner until the evening ends. Make sure it ends well. Go back and be nice to him.  Do what you want.”

“Be nice to him?  What do you want?”

“I want you to relax, and make the end of the evening special,” I said. I was excited to see if the kissing would continue, if the touching would leave Maggie as excited as the last time. I wanted to see what Simon could do to her. How far could he go with my wife? For a moment, I didn’t much care about the consequences, as I was sure my reward would be when she came to bed with me later.

Maggie spent a moment taking in what I said. A small smile appeared. She came towards me and kissed me gently on the cheek and said quietly in my ear, “Thank you, I love you.”

The scent of the evening filled my nostrils again. I wanted her so badly but Simon was still there and so I kissed her cheek and said quietly and calmly, “Go back to him, have fun, and we’ll have our fun later.” How far will they go?

As I started the coffee brewing in the kitchen, I thought of last time they were together, when they had come home and drunk whisky. After a few whiskies Maggie had come to bed in a very frisky mood. I wanted something similar happening this time, and so I thought they might like some whiskey again. I went back into the living room, intending to find a bottle.

I stopped in the doorway and took in the scene that I found. I was stunned to see that Maggie was already back on the settee and they had starting kissing again, and with even more passion.  Simon’s jacket was off and his white dress shirt contrasted with multi coloured braces. His shirt collar and bow tie were undone and his tie hung open around his neck. 

Now Maggie was leaning back against the settee and Simon was practically on top of her, pressing down. Their tongues were playing with each other frantically as the kisses got more urgent and Simon was getting more aggressive. His hand was covering Maggie’s breast and she was moaning quietly. As his hand stroked her breast through her thin clothing she started whimpering and I saw her neck turning red, as her arousal grew even stronger. There was no doubt that she was a willing participant.

The loving couple were too absorbed in each other to notice me at the doorway. Maggie put her hands on Simon’s back and I saw her pull hard to draw him closer to her. I realised that she would be able to feel his cock against her even though they were fully dressed.

I was frozen to the spot and stared at the couple.  Simon’s hand went down to the bottom of Maggie’s dress and he began stroking her thigh, and with each stroke up her leg, her dress rose higher. The lace top of her stocking became visible and as the dress went higher the bare skin above her stocking came into view. Still Simon’s hand pushed her dress higher. 

I was sure she would stop him soon. Even if we were alone she would rarely let me lift up her dress with the light on, since she was so painfully shy. However, the side panel of her new brief panties came into view and during the whole time their mouths never parted by more than a half an inch, as they continued French kissing with continued passion. Things were starting to move quickly, and I didn’t stop them.  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop them or not.

Having pulled up Maggie’s dress to her waist, Simon then moved his hand around to the back of her dress. Maggie moved forward slightly to let him have access to the back, and I could tell that he had found the zip and was pulling it down. His hands then went to the side of her dress and he started to pull it up, and Maggie put up her arms as if in surrender to allow him to pull it over her head. 
As he pulled the silky black fabric free of her, she moved her arms in front of her and across the front of her bra, and bowed her head. This was a typical move of my wife, she was always so shy. However, Simon simply took her arms and moved them away from her front and to her sides so he could see her new bra. Through the lace above the half cup, he could now see the the dark image of her erect nipples. 

Maggie couldn’t look at him, demonstrating her submissive nature as she looked down. He just said, “Beautiful, just beautiful.” Then he leant forward and lifted her head and moved his mouth to hers and started kissing her again. Either through desire to cover her front, or a desire to have him as close to her as possible, my modest wife put her arms back around him and pulled him to her.

Simon moved his body slightly away from hers, but only so that his hands could move across her bra. He held a breast in each hand and his fingers rubbed her nipples and Maggie’s moaning continued, louder and more urgent. It almost seemed a natural next step when one of his hands moved down between my wife’s legs and opened them so he could stroke her inner thigh and move his fingers towards the top of her leg. 

She did not resist as he opened her legs and through the sheer panel at the front of her panties, I could see her soft, dark pubic hair. Her legs moved wide apart and Simon started stroking her from the top of her panties, right down between her legs, over the thin strip which hid the lips of her pussy from view. Maggie’s whole body seemed to rise to meet his touch. I could see the crotch of Maggie’s panties were moist. We almost always made love under the covers in bed. I’d never been able to see her so clearly with her legs opened wide and just a thin strip of fabric hiding the entrance to her sex. 

She still seemed unaware of me watching from the doorway.

Simon’s fingers now pressed against her pussy and she gave a series of gasps and groaned which I knew meant that he was bringing her close to a climax, her eyes shut tight. I now realised that I was erect and very hard as I watched the exciting scene that I had never imagined seeing. 

My shy, conservative, prim and proper wife dressed only in sexy lingerie french kissing another man who had his hands between her legs, close to climaxing from his touch. It was amazing, and as I got ready to see things come to an incredible conclusion, it occurred to me that I might not be able to make love with her when she came to bed, since she always became very sensitive after cumming. 

Whenever she climaxed, she was too sensitive for any more intimate touching that night. However, at that moment, I felt it had been worth it to see her like this, and although somewhere inside of me an eruption of jealousy was building, it was held back by my overwhelming excitement. I was seeing my wife and mother of our two children in a new light.

As Maggie was about to go over the edge, Simon removed his hand from Maggie’s panties and brought it up her body gently touching her with his fingers as he went over her bra and up to her neck whilst his other hand remained on her breast. His kissing became less frantic, as the tips of his fingers caressed her neck as he now kissed her gently. 

Maggie’s eyes opened, and she looked disappointed that he had not continued to bring her to a climax. They looked at each other as lovers, kissing gently, looking deep into each other’s eyes. I felt the stabbing pain of jealousy. I felt I had lost my wife as she looked into her lover’s eyes. Yet my erection told me that the scene far more erotic, well beyond anything I had seen before.

Simon was not ready for things to end yet, and he raised his head and took his hands away from her neck and breast. He separated from her, and as he did so, Maggie was still looking at him with a look of yearning, her legs apart, willing him to come back to her. He looked at her slim body as she lay back against the settee just wearing a skimpy bra and panties, stockings and her strappy sandals; and around her neck the necklace I’d given her as a present to show my eternal love. She looked to me like a different woman, and she was more desirable than ever.

Simon stood up, and then reached down to guide Maggie to sit up so that her face was now level with his crotch. He took her hands and placed them on the front of his pants where there was a very visible large bulge. He left Maggie’s hands there, and then slipped his braces off his shoulders and carefully took off his shirt so that he was naked from his waist up. 

Then he waited for Maggie to make the next move. 

I knew that this this is where it would end. In all our years together, Maggie had never had her face this close to my cock, except for one time early in our relationship when I tried to get her to go down on me. She had given my cock a kiss but found it too much, and although I tried to encourage her a number of times, she never again got that close to me.

She rarely even touched my cock with her hand unless I guided her, and then it was under the bed covers in the dark. She never had shown any interest in seeing it close up or stimulating it. I had reconciled myself to accepting that I had a wonderful soulmate who was a good person, a brilliant mother and with whom I could occasionally make love. No-one gets everything in life and I had to be grateful for so many blessings. A wild and daring sex life with my wife was just something I could only dream of.

Things had gone much further than I ever imagined when I told Maggie that I was ready for her to have fun with him. Simon would have to accept Maggie’s limits; she would not be able to go further, although a small part of me was just a little disappointed that I wasn’t married to a “hot wife”.

As Simon stood there looking down on Maggie, her hands on his bulging pants, I thought perhaps I should come right into the room and break things up. It had been hot to watch and that dark part of me would have liked it to go further, but I knew Maggie better than anyone, and she could not overcome her shyness and her reticence in all matters sexual. 

I was about to move forward and get the whisky for a nightcap when I was shocked to see Maggie start to move very slowly.  One hand went to the fly zip on Simon’s pants, and started to pull it down.

She had a look of concentration on her face as she slowly undid his suit pants and then pulled them down over the bulge and on down to his ankles so that he could slip off his shoes and socks and pull his pants off completely so that they were now both dressed only in their underwear. I couldn’t help notice that they looked good together: both looked very fit and much younger than their years. 

His black tight fitting briefs matched Maggie’s black lingerie, which also showed that he was clearly much better endowed than I was. In fact, he looked big by any comparison. Maggie seemed fascinated and stared at his crotch and ran her hands over his front, making his cock stir inside the briefs. Maggie had a look on her face that I never had seen. It seemed like she was experiencing a longing for something, as if she had been hypnotised. Would she go further? Even this far was far further than she had been with me. She had never undressed me with her face so close to my crotch in this way.

Once again, there seemed to be a long delay as we waited to see who would make the next move. In reality it probably was only a few moments, but the air was thick with sexual tension. Maggie’s hands were still on Simon’s briefs, but now not moving, as she seemed to be unsure as to what to do next.

Simon took the initiative. He again guided her hands to the top of his briefs and then again put his hands by his side and waited. It had made it clear that he wanted her to pull his briefs down, but he was not going to help her any further. If she wanted things to go further, she was going to have to make the next move.

Ever so slowly, Maggie took each side of Simon’s briefs and, to my astonishment, she started to pull them down. As they came down, his large erect cock started coming into to view. Maggie hesitated for a moment then had to pull out the front of his briefs over his erect member. It sprung out, freed from its constraint. Maggie was close enough and Simon’s cock was large enough to hit her on the nose. She was startled and moved her head back. She looked up at Simon and saw him looking back at her with a reassuring smile. 

She pulled his briefs down so that he could step out of them. Her eyes went back to his erect cock. It was uncut, unlike mine, but mainly the difference between this and her husband’s cock was its much larger size, both thicker and longer by some measure.

As she continued to stare at the large erect cock just a couple of inches from her face, she moistened her lips. She seemed unsure what to do. Simon reached down to take her hands and place bring them to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it. He then took her wrists and gently guided her to move her hand up and down. Her small hands made his cock seem even larger.  

As Maggie’s hands held Simon’s cock I saw her gold wedding ring on her left hand shiny and bright and I felt it was winking at me. It’s funny how in moments of such intensity, small details stick in the mind. When I placed it on her hand in church years ago I never thought I would see it in this position. Simon took his hands away from her wrists and she carried on stroking and touching him, moving up and down.

Maggie seemed hypnotised by Simon’s erect penis, and she watched it closely as she ran her hands up and down it, and in her hands it grew even larger as she started to hold it more firmly. She’d never done this for me. 

It didn’t end there. After she had been pumping his cock for a few minutes, Simon put his hand on her head and guided it forwards. I tried this many years ago and Maggie just refused. When she had once kissed me briefly her discomfort meant that she tensed up and I had to change my approach to continue with anything intimate.  I was sure Maggie would now pull back.

However, Maggie let Simon move her mouth towards the end of his cock until her lips connected to the tip. He then removed his hands and waited. My mouth went dry and it felt like my heart stopped as I waited to see what happened next. Maggie’s moist lips started kissing the tip of Simon’s penis; gently at first. I saw precum forming and rather than be disgusted, Maggie carried on with little kisses, his precum adding to the moisture on her lips. She then moved back a little to look again at his cock. Her tongue moistened her lips once more so that she must have tasted his precum.

Without any further prompting she leaned forward again, her mouth slightly open, and put her tongue out ever so delicately to lick the end of Simon’s cock. He shuddered and gave a groan to show his pleasure at this small act, but it was a monumental move for my wife. She started slowly and tentatively licking him, with one hand holding his cock while she was getting bolder. 

She opened her mouth wide and slowly engulfed his cock. She could only get about half his length into her mouth before she was full. She started sucking and moving her mouth up and down trying to get more of his thick penis in. She wanted to please him by doing something that had repulsed her in the past with me. Now she looked like she was enjoying giving oral to someone else.

Before now, I was jealous when my wife went off for the evening to a work meal at Christmas, even though most of her colleagues were female. I struggled to be reasonable when we went to square dances or parties and she danced with other men. I was now watching my wife performing the most intimate acts with another man right in front of me, and while part of me was sick with jealousy, another part of me was incredibly excited and fascinated to watch just how far this could still go.

Simon’s breathing became laboured as it looked like he was getting close to cumming and leant down again to grab Maggie around the waist, lifted her up and spun her around so that he was on his back on the settee again and Maggie was on top astride him. He then reached behind her back, and brought her body down to his, and deftly unclipped her bra, and she removed it for him. Her grabbed her small breasts and she shuddered with pleasure as brought his mouth to his nipples and started to suck on first one, and then the other. Both Maggie and Simon were in a high state of pleasure and seemed oblivious to anything else going on, including me in the doorway watching.

His hands went to her panties and he pulled them down and again Maggie co-operated by removing them completely and leaning forward with her legs apart I could see her pussy almost in contact with his cock.
I had never seen my wife from this angle before in the twenty-five years of our marriage. Her tight rosebud, her pussy lips opening and glistening with moisture. This was not a sight I would ever forget. I had only seen this view of a woman when watching porn, never in the flesh. I was sure that I could smell the arousal even though it was happening across the room.

It then dawned on me that there was chance that Simon would enter my wife bareback, something I hadn’t done for years since after our daughter was born twenty years ago. He might suppose that there was little chance of disease but he wouldn’t know that Maggie wasn’t on any form of contraception. Maggie was never very good at vocalising her desires during lovemaking and contraception had always been left to me after she found that the pill had too many side effects for her. I still thought there was a good chance that Maggie would stop Simon entering her, but what if she didn’t?

I knew that I could step in and stop things from going further, since although I had told Maggie she could carry on as far as she wanted with Simon, I was sure that neither of us imagined things going this far. However, still there was something inside of me that wanted to see how far Maggie would let this go.

My muddled brain was giving my hard cock a say in what happened. If I went to get a condom for him, I would be giving them the go ahead to have sex. In effect, I would be actively encouraging them, so that if Maggie was about to stop him she might then assume I wanted her to go further and have full sex with him. The lateness of the hour and the effect of alcohol made decision making particularly difficult, with logic and emotion swirling around in my confused head.

Without being able to to come to a conclusion, I found myself going upstairs to my bedside cabinet where I found a pack with four condoms and brought them down. As I entered the living room, Maggie was sitting astride Simon, his hard cock now pressed between her legs. 

They heard me coming into the room they immediately stopped moving. I calmly walked over to them and carefully placed the condoms on the settee next to them. I then walked back to the doorway and seeing them both looking at me, I gave them a little wave and a weak smile and nod, which must have looked pretty weird, but I couldn’t manage anything else.

Maggie was still watching me, flushed and clearly turned on but not sure what to do. Simon simply picked up a condom, ripped the wrapper with his teeth and removed it. He lifted her a little and reached between her legs to put it on his erect member. He checked that it was fully on, and then held his cock with one hand to guide it to the entrance to my wife’s pussy and put the other hand on her hips to press her down. Maggie turned to face him and I saw her pussy open wide as he started to enter her. I doubt if she had ever experienced anything this big outside of childbirth.

It was amazing to see how her tight pussy was lubricated enough to open wide to receive him. She was wet enough to go down smoothly and slowly in one simple move until his cock was totally inside her.

As she rested on him with his cock fully inside her, she gave a guttural moan, and grunted, “Oh God.”

I felt my stomach turn. I wanted to shout out for them to stop so that I could be back with my wife and everything would be normal again. The words wouldn’t come, my mouth was so dry. Yet, despite the aching pain in the pit of my stomach, I had never felt so turned on.

Simon’s hands held her around the waist and lifted her up and then brought her down. He did it once more until she took over and started moving up and down. Each time she moved down she moaned.

She started speeding up and Simon’s hands once again grabbed her breasts. This made her gasp and she came down once more and stopped. He leaned forward and looked deep into her eyes as she was impaled on him. They kissed frantically and then one more time Simon lifted her and turned her around so that she was now on her back on the settee and he was on top..

Simon positioned her and brought his cock to her pussy. He was holding her in position but he didn’t move. Maggie looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to continue as she breathed deeply. He looked down at her, and could see her body hot and sweaty from the earlier activity.

His voice was more aggressive now. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. His tone had changed. He sounded assertive.

“Yes,” Maggie whispered.

“You have to tell me if you want it,” he said with a growl.

“I want it.”

“What do you want?.”

“I want you in me,” Maggie pleaded quietly.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I want you to fuck me," she almost whispered, her voice shaking.

“Louder.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Simon,” she panted.

With that Simon entered her and aggressively pumped in and out, and Maggie gasped. “Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me harder.” I was stunned. She never spoke like this to me. I felt that I hardly knew my own wife any more.

As Simon pounded her, Maggie started to lose control and scream in pleasure. Everything was building towards the climax, and they came together, both competing with each other in shouting out their pleasure in unison. Their naked bodies shook uncontrollably. Simon’s cock was pulsating inside Maggie, and their mouths came together as their climaxes started to subside.

The chain and cross I had given her hung down from her neck and rested on the top of Simon’s chest. Both of them were glowing, their bodies covered with a sheen of sweat.

As they both tried to recover, Simon stayed inside her and their eyes were locked together, both peering into the other’s soul. Both seemed stunned by what had just happened. Their lips came together and their moist lips just gently touched.

I felt that I was intruding on a special moment. Coffee seemed irrelevant. I needed to come to terms with what I’d just witnessed. I quietly crept away. I went up to our bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, just about managing to shed my clothes and crawl under the sheets. I felt numb. I left the bedside light on Maggie’s side on and turned off all the other lights and tried to sleep. I heard them come upstairs and waited for a while, expecting the bedroom door to open and for Maggie to join me. 

I heard the other bedroom shut and then silence. I was semi-conscious later and aware of the sounds of the bed in the spare room moving and muffled gasps. I realised that they must be having sex again. I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach, but I also still had an erection, my senses still overloaded with what I had seen earlier and with what I imagined was happening now. I fell back into a fitful sleep.

 

The morning after...

As the first daylight came through the gaps in the curtain, I was conscious that I was alone in bed.

Maggie had never come to be with me during the night. The light was still on by her bed. My mouth was dry, my head ached and I had never felt lonelier in my own home. I dragged myself out of bed and into the en-suite bathroom and washed my face with cold water to bring myself around. I went back and sat on the bed trying to make sense of what had happened. I wanted to be mad at Maggie, or Simon, or both. But I knew I was as much responsible, and if I wanted to be mad at anyone, I should be made at myself. I hadn’t objected when I could, and I had even encouraged them.

How could I be angry with them when I had made it clear that I wanted them to go as far as they wanted? Through my foggy brain, I also knew that it was the most exciting, the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed.

But the picture that was burned into my brain was when they were looking deeply at each other, their bodies shining from the sex they had just experienced, their lips just touching, Simon's cock still inside Maggie. Despite everything they had done, this was the most intimate. This was when they were lovers. This was when I felt that I had really lost my wife.

I heard Simon’s heavy footsteps as he left the spare bedroom and went to the family bathroom. I quietly got up, put on a dressing gown and went to the spare bedroom and gently knocked. There was no response, and it occurred to me that I should not have to knock on the door to my own spare bedroom when only my wife was inside. Despite this, my hand was visibly shaking when I reached out to the handle and slowly opened the door. 

The first thing I noticed was the sweaty smell of sex permeating the room. I looked in through the morning light which came in through the gaps in the curtain and dimly lit the room. The bed was a mess, the sheets un-tucked from the mattress, and the duvet practically off the bed, with just a little of it left across the bottom end, the evidence of energetic sex clear to see.

My eyes were drawn to the floor by the bed where there were used condoms just left where they had been thrown. I saw two, then a third. Maggie and I had only ever had sex once in a single night. I found myself looking everywhere before my eyes stopped at the most startling sight. On the bed, lying across it on her front with her legs slightly apart and her feet underneath the duvet was Maggie, completely naked. She started to stir and raised her head, her tangled hair hanging over her face.

She looked at me, then buried her head back in the sheet. I needed to say something, but what to say? There was too much to take in.

I started with a quiet but clear “Good morning.” She raised her head again and turned it to look at me. I looked at her body, and I could see between her legs, her well used pussy slightly open, her outer lips looking larger than usual and forming petals. I couldn’t help but appreciate the eroticism in the scene before me.

“Can we talk?  I think we need to talk.” I said, quietly, my voice shaking with emotion.

After we made love, Maggie would always get dressed during the night so that she was wearing pyjamas again by morning. For Simon, she had remained naked and appeared to have had sex (or was it made love) three or more times. Where did this leave me? I had said that there were no limits, but had this released her from her marriage vows to me? Could I really complain when I didn't stop it when I could?

We were interrupted before we could speak further because we heard the bathroom door open and Simon walking back. For a moment, I felt I should leave, but then thought we had to be able to see each other and deal with the legacy of what had happened. Simon entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn’t seem fased at all when he saw me. “Hi, Paul,” he said, then looking at Maggie still stretched out on the bed, “good morning, beautiful.”

I was shocked, even after the events that I had witnessed earlier in the night. The other time Simon had been with Maggie, when there had ‘just’ been some heavy kissing, he had been apologetic. Did this confidence with Maggie mean that they had committed themselves to each other during the night?  Were they now the couple, and I was on my own?

The demons inside of me were starting to eat me up. I felt physically sick. Simon carried on, bright and breezy and at ease with the situation. 

“I was gobsmacked that you and Maggie were into this, I’ve never known a married woman whose husband has wanted to share her. When you brought me the condoms I was amazed that you her happy for me to carry on, but later when Maggie said that you were happy for us to whatever we wanted, I thought I won the lottery. I have to tell you, it was really fucking amazing, in every way.”

I took a few deep breaths as I absorbed what he had said. I spoke as calmly as I could. “This is a first time for us, too. Maggie makes her own decisions, and I just saw that she was happy and I didn’t want her to feel she had to stop for me.”

I was amazed at how good I was at hiding my inner turmoil. I was acting like this wasn’t a big thing, yet it was the biggest thing to our marriage in twenty-five years.  I wasn’t even sure if we were still together.  Everything had changed for us.  I felt I needed to leave the room, the house, and my wife.  I knew when I left that I might never be able to return to Maggie.

Maggie had hardly moved up to now, but she turned around and sat up, not bothering to cover herself up.  She had obviously decided that we had both seen all there is to be seen and being shy was no longer appropriate. My naked wife, who had never even been topless on a European beach when most of the other women on the beach were, sat there, the breasts I so loved on display to both me and our friend.

I then noticed some red marks close to both her nipples that weren’t there before last night. Love bites on my wife’s breasts where she had been marked by her lover.  This wasn’t the woman I had known for the last twenty-five years.

“I think I need to make something clear, Simon,” she started. “Thank you for last night, I’ve had an amazing time, but it was absolutely a one off.  After what we did last night you will always be special but I want to make it clear that I don’t want this to happen again. I love Paul and I love him even more because he gave me the time with you for me to enjoy a totally new experience, but I want to stay with him from now on. I do make my own decisions, and what happened between us will end here."

"It’s been a great adventure, but it’s not who I am. There’s something really special about the way that Paul did share me with you, and I don’t want us to regret what happened; we can’t turn the clock back and I don’t want us to try and pretend it didn’t happen. I want to be clear to both of you, I want us to remain close friends with you Simon, but Paul is my husband, and in future, I’ll only be sleeping with him.”

I could feel tears welling up as she said these things. I realised I hadn’t lost her, although I wasn’t sure how we could go back to being normal. Simon spoke again.

“I understand; to be honest, I really want to make things work with Kat. I love you guys, and I’ll do my best to be a good friend, and I’m really flattered and honoured to have shared this time with you. You’re both the best. I’ll never be able to thank you enough. I guess I better get out of your way. I’ll grab my clothes and get dressed and get home.”

I continued to feel very emotional and touched and I realised that Maggie and I would need to spend some time to talk through how we moved on from this moment. I found it hard to speak; I was so choked up. I wanted to enter into the spirit of the moment. I wanted to seem relaxed and mature, although it was far from how I really felt. Another act of generosity seemed appropriate, if I could bring myself to do it.

“No rush, Simon. Don’t feel that you’re being pushed out. You and Maggie can take your time getting sorted and I’ll put some coffee on. After last night let’s not suddenly be coy. I’m good, and clearly Maggie’s still relaxed,” I said, smiling at my naked wife who was not apparently concerned with covering up.

Despite her messed up hair, and the tiredness in her eyes that betrayed the fact that she hadn’t had much sleep, she looked spectacular to me. She smiled back at me and her face lit up.

I left the bedroom and didn’t bother to shut the door, and looked behind me to see Simon remove the towel and go over to Maggie, and bend down to kiss her. They kissed tenderly, my naked wife with my naked friend. The scene made my erection return. I wanted to watch but we all needed to move on. I had given them another moment together, and I had to try and get on with things and wait for the right moment with Maggie later to try to come to terms with what happened. I turned and went downstairs.

In the kitchen I saw the un-drunk stewed pot of coffee I had made last night. I looked into the living room, and saw Maggie and Simon’s evening clothing scattered around the settee. I went in and gathered up the clothes, first picking up Maggie’s black dress and bringing it up to my face to feel the light soft fabric and smell her presence. I picked up the rest of the clothing, and carried it all upstairs over my arm back to the spare bedroom. 

As I reached the landing and walked towards the bedroom I saw Simon and Maggie standing up, both naked, in an embrace gently kissing. I felt my guts wrench as I realised that they were struggling to keep their hands off each other, but I kept it together and carried on walking towards them. As they heard me walking towards them, they parted and I saw Simon’s large erect cock again against Maggie’s stomach as he towered above her. I felt a mix of jealousy, envy and still some excitement at the eroticism of them together. Maggie left Simon and walked towards me.

The scene played out as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Maggie and I passed in the doorway and she gave me a kiss on the lips, grinned and went on her way to the bathroom still nude. I put the clothes on the bed, Simon thanked me, and I went down to make the coffee.

Simon came downstairs a few minutes later dressed in his shirt and suit pants and holding his jacket. He joined me in the kitchen accepting a coffee and we both stood together by the cooker like two friends, sipping our hot drinks.

Maggie followed a little while later in a light summer dressing gown and as she leaned across the table to pick up her cup of coffee her gown opened to show her small breasts. She saw where we were both looking, and she just giggled and pulled her gown back together in a slow, teasing way, clearly still relaxed with us both seeing her like this.

 

Just us again... 

Simon left soon after. Maggie and I slowly opened up to each other and talked at times during the rest of the day. We both had to admit some truths. Maggie admitted that she had found a new level of intense pleasure with Simon and learned that there was more in sex to enjoy. I admitted that I had found it intensely arousing to watch her with him. 

I explained as calmly as I could that I felt very hurt because of the things that she did with Simon that she had never done with me, like taking him in her mouth and spending the whole night naked. She was very embarrassed and accepted that this must be very difficult to accept. She hadn’t set out to do anything intimate with Simon, and she couldn’t explain how it had happened. I'm sure it wasn't planned by either of them.  However, it had happened and if we wanted our marriage to survive we had to find a way of dealing with it. 

Maggie promised to try and make things better and be more adventurous in our sex life together. I said that I would try to never hold what happened between her and Simon against her. We both agreed that we didn't want anything similar to happen again.

That night Maggie was just too tired and felt sore, and so she really couldn’t face sex again, but she came to bed naked and we cuddled, kissed and talked about our love for each other. The next evening we had sex even though it was a Monday evening, a school night, and Maggie had school the next day. 

Over the following weeks I had the first blow job from my wife, which I guess after twenty-five years is pretty special even if I had to wait for her to do it with someone else first. She also let me go down on her a few times, which I loved, but was rarely allowed to do. I occasionally woke up in the morning after sex to find Maggie naked asleep next to me, which I found even more special.

Maggie tried to be less modest around the house when it was just the two of us, and would let me see a bit more skin which had been very rare in the winter, even when the house was kept very warm. 

Maggie was particularly careful to reaffirm her love for me with words, touching and kisses when we were together. To the outside world we were back to normal. Maybe we were more normal as a couple, since if I told other male friends that our sex life was better because after twenty-five years I had received oral sex from my wife and we even slept naked together sometimes, they would think I was just a bit sad!

Friday pub nights continued, after a break at Christmas, and nothing was ever said about the night of the rugby club dinner and dance. Simon missed a few Fridays in the new year as he was out with Kat. It took a long time for him to introduce us to her. The only excuse that made any sense was that they were taking it very slowly. They wanted to spend as much time as possible with just the two of them since they didn’t want to rush into anything, and with work and children they didn’t get too many evenings alone. Maggie in particular kept begging him to bring her.

I wondered if maybe Simon wasn’t in a hurry for Kat and Maggie to meet.

Did Maggie’s time with Simon make our marriage stronger or did it undermine it? Does it make sense if I said it did both? We enjoyed each others company more than ever, but Maggie did show me that she was capable of things I never dreamed possible. I always knew that she could attract other men, although she had never acknowledged it. Now we both knew that she could enjoy their attention.

The sexual chemistry I witnessed between Simon and Maggie was at least as strong as anything between Maggie and me, and this often haunted me. Occasionally when I was out with Maggie, I felt really turned on at the thought that I had a ‘hot wife’ who had spent the night with another man with my full knowledge. At other times, I found it difficult to accept that she'd had sex with another man with whom she had shared experiences that were meant to be exclusively for me.

But really I had learned that after twenty-five years we were still capable of surprising each other, and there were more new experiences that we could enjoy, if we were prepared to risk how it might change our relationship. Despite our commitment to each other never to do anything similar again, I wondered whether either of us really wouldn't want to experience the thrill of that evening again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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The 25 Year Itch Chapter 1

How well do you ever really know those closest to you?  Is there always something new for us to learn?When I was twenty-one years old I never thought of being married for twenty-five years.  It wasn’t that I expected Maggie and I not to be together.  I just couldn’t imagine that far in advance.   Neither of us had intended to marry young, but we fell in love, and if I wanted to live with Maggie, we had to be married.  She was from that sort of a family.  Middle class, conservative and...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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An Evening With Ritchie Natasha and Dave

true story :) It was a perfect summer night, the stars were out and the moon was nearly full. The k**s were staying overnight at the parents, and we had a dinner party at Ritchie and Natasha’s. Dave, a longtime friend of Ritchie, Kerri and I was in town, and Ritchie had made elaborate plans with me over the phone to get the girls fed, loaded and naked in style. Dave and Ritchie had spent most of the day drinking and watching the chef (nanny by day-Ritchie and Tasha’s son was with their parents...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Scratch that Itch

Linda traveled quite a bit and George worked from home so we had the house to ourselves all day and night except at weekends. He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they'd given me watching videos and reading. We didn't have the internet at our house back then. (hard to remember those days.) But George and Linda did and I discovered the seemingly...

3 years ago
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Scratching An Itch

Becky hurried up the sidewalk from the yellow school bus and let herself in the front door, locking it behind her once she was inside. She dropped her backpack full of homework on the kitchen table as she went past and bounded up the stairs.She knew her mother would be home in a couple of hours so she didn't have much time to waste. She went into her mother's bedroom and straight to her dresser. Opening the top drawer and reaching deep inside, she found what she was looking for.She pulled out...

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Julies Itch

I met Julie when she got home from the Catholic High School she went to. Her face was flushed and she was sweating from the long walk back to her house. I caught the stale scent of her perspiration as she walked by me and I followed her into her bedroom and watched as she tossed her schoolbag into the corner. Julie was 15 years old, a 5'8" brunette, with small perky breasts, a tight little ass and a sexual appetite that never seemed to stop. The young brunette sat on her bed and...

1 year ago
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She Had an Itch Chapter Two

Chapter two She had an itch The next morning I left a little after ten. I was already horny, and impatient to see Harry again. I had no hesitation and wasn’t feeling guilty about cheating on my husband and lying to him. I was just impatient to see Harry again. I fantasized about what would do and the multiple orgasms he would give me. In my mind ‘my secret life’, having sex with Harry, had nothing to do with Frank. The same was true for Harry — my life with Frank didn’t concern him. With...

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