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I was surprised to hear Kat’s voice outside the bedroom. 

I was sitting on the bed starting to think through what I had seen. I had watched my wife tied up and fucked by Will and then making gentle love with Michael (or Mike as she had called him!). There seemed to be a deep rapport, maybe even love between them. They even had their own pet names for each other. Had I already lost her?

Kat called out again. “Paul, can I come in ?”

I grunted something that must have sounded like “yes”.

Kat came into the bedroom and asked me where I had been. I said that I had found myself trapped in the main bedroom where I had witnessed Maggie with Will and then Michael.

Kat was confused. “How did you manage to get trapped in the bedroom? Why didn’t you leave or say something?”

I realised that my explanation would sound weird. I explained how I had seen Michael come out of the bedroom and leave the door open. I had gone in to find Maggie naked and tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged.

Kat appeared to understand a little. “Wow, that must have been a shock. But how did you end up trapped in there?” she asked.

I described speaking to Maggie and how she had insisted that I leave her in the state I found her. Then Michael had sent Will in to do whatever he wanted to her. I pointed out that everyone in the main room must have known what was going on.

“I guess you all just went along with it. No-one thought about me,” I spoke bitterly.

Kat sighed. “Did you notice that Will didn’t come in for a while?”

I thought for a moment. There had been quite a long gap while I was talking to Maggie. I had assumed this was to allow the anticipation to build for her.

“I guess so, but why does that matter?” I couldn’t understand why Kat was pointing this out.

“When Michael returned he first described how great the bath had been. I thought at the time that it was probably good that you weren’t there to hear that. Then he told us that, at Maggie’s request, he had left her blindfolded waiting for someone to go in and do some sexy and very naughty things to her.”

I interrupted. “‘Naughty things?’ That hardly describes fucking her in every hole.”

Kat seemed taken aback. “I guess Will has his own way of doing things. I’m not sure if that was the plan at that moment. It might have been different if you hadn’t disappeared off.”

I was becoming curious.

“What do you mean?”

“Michael did say that Maggie wanted to give up control. She wanted to leave it to others to decide what would happen. Michael had said that he wasn’t sure she really wanted anything too extreme, and he thought it might be nice for you to go in and do whatever you wanted, knowing Maggie might not expect that. He also didn’t want you to be left out, after setting up the evening.

“Will argued with Michael that he would be able to satisfy her in a way that you, Paul, wouldn’t be able to. But Michael wanted to wait for you to get back. I said I thought you wouldn’t be long. When you didn’t reappear I came up here to check, but the room was empty. I sent you a message, but there was no reply. I even looked outside to check that your car was still here.

“I came back and told Michael that I didn’t know where you were. He was concerned that he couldn’t leave Maggie in the way he left her for too long. Will pleaded with Michael to let him loose on her. In the end, Michael let Will go in, but asked him not to be too rough with Maggie.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was annoyed that I had missed out. I was annoyed that I could have prevented Will from going in and fucking Maggie that way. I was also annoyed that Michael had appeared to be nicer than I gave him credit for. I needed to be able to blame him. I wanted to tell Maggie how bad he had been, how he had let her down.

Kat spoke again. “So you see, if you had joined us rather than skulking around in the bedroom, things might have been different for you and Maggie.”

“Don’t blame me,” I answered sharply. I was starting to boil with rage at the whole situation.

“Sorry, Paul. This is all your making. You can’t blame anyone else. You set this up and you left Maggie to decide what she wanted to happen. The fact that it has gone much further than you, and for that matter I, expected, isn’t anyone else's fault but yours.”

I was even more furious now. 

Mainly because I knew she was right.

I felt in despair. Deep down, I always knew that this weekend would probably develop in ways I didn’t think I wanted, yet I also couldn’t help setting things up so that Maggie would end up with others. I told myself that it was because I wanted Maggie to be happy. Maybe part of it was that I also found some pleasure with the intense pain.

Kat sat next to me on the bed.

“So, you can’t turn the clock back. What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know. It’s a mess. It’s my mess.”

Kat was calm and logical. “You can go back down and rejoin the group. You’ll have to make some excuse as to where you have been, assuming you don’t want to admit that you were watching everything from within the bedroom. Or you can stay up here until Maggie comes back, whenever that might be. Or I guess you can go home and I’ll bring Maggie back tomorrow. I don’t suggest driving for a while until you’re sure you’re sober and calm enough to drive.”

I contemplated the options. Kat was right. I had to decide, but none of the options were attractive.

Kat prompted me again. “So what’s it going to be? I need to get back or they’ll start worrying about me.”

I tried to regain some control. “I think I need to find the strength to go back down.”

Kat put her arm around me. “I think so too. Come on, it’s only one night. Don’t hesitate anymore. It’s not going to make things any easier. Let’s go down together.”

Kat got up and held out her hand. “Come on.”

Rather weakly, I took her hand and stood up. Together we left the room and walked down the stairs. I had to survive the next few hours and then have the talk with Maggie I had promised. Although I feared where that talk might end.

We entered the main room, and again the heat from the fire hit us. Lisa and Will were on one of the sofas, sitting at either end to each other and talking. Lisa looked up and smiled.

“Hello, Paul, good to see you, we’ve been missing you.”

Will spoke as well. “Hi, bud, Michael had a treat lined up for you, but I had to step in to avoid your lady being disappointed.”

Lisa reached across and punched him in the arm.

I was telling myself to stay strong and not spoil things.

“As long as Maggie is happy, I’m happy too. I just needed some air, it’s so hot in here,” I said.

Will couldn’t help himself. “It got pretty hot in the bedroom, but Maggie seemed more than happy with me taking your place.”

“I’m glad you were able to help,” I said sarcastically, although I think the sarcasm was lost on Will.

Kat handed me a drink of chilled white wine, which felt refreshing. I needed to move the conversation on.

A thought struck me.

“Will, you’ve known Michael since school. Has he always been Michael and never Mike or Mick?”

“Yes, originally there was another Michael in our group who was always Mike. Michael liked Michael Caine movies and he wanted to be Michael. It stuck and whenever anyone shortens his name, he always corrects them and tells them he prefers Michael. I don’t know if he’s that precious about it, but I always introduce him as Michael.”

I was tempted to point out that he made an exception for my wife, but I realise that might not particularly help my situation. Will was looking at me to see what I was going to say next and so I changed the subject.

“I understand you’ve got your own photography studio, Will.”

“Yes, it’s helped me expand my business. Michael was going to bring Maggie over to show her my set-up. I think my equipment is pretty impressive. It didn’t happen, but maybe next time," Will replied.

“Maybe Maggie has seen enough of your equipment,” suggested Lisa wearily.

I was surprised at how irritated she sounded.

“I’m sure Maggie would want to see more of what I’ve got if she gets the chance.” Will sounded smug and self-satisfied. 

I was trying not to rise to the bait, but it was proving difficult. I just kept repeating to myself, ‘stay strong, get through this.’

I didn’t need to say anything.

“For God’s sake, Will, can you stop boasting about how great you think you are? I’m sure none of us in this room want to hear anymore,” said Lisa, looking at him, her irritation now absolutely clear. When we came into the room, I wondered if they were getting close again, but now it was clear that Lisa wasn’t on Will’s side.

“I thought Paul seemed interested,” protested Will.

“Well, I’m here as well, and I’ve seen quite enough of your equipment to last a lifetime,” Lisa snapped back.

“I did agree to drive you over,” Will sounded hurt.

“And we’ve said thank you and you’ve had your reward. Now just calm down or I’ll get Michael and we’ll go home and leave Paul with his wife.” 

I realised that Lisa and Will’s relationship had not recovered following Maggie’s weekend in Manchester.

“Michael asked me to go and help out with Maggie,” said Will as he tried to defend himself against Lisa’s threat.

“Only after you had kept begging him to let you go and see her,” snapped back Lisa. “I didn’t say anything because it had been good of you to let us use your car, but it doesn’t mean that I’m exactly thrilled with your behaviour. You can never resist crossing the line.”

I wondered why Lisa seemed so annoyed that Will had fucked my wife. If she and Will were no longer partners, it shouldn’t have mattered to her that much. Unless she was hoping for a reconciliation this weekend.

Kat tried to ease the tension.

“How’s your evening going, Lisa? I hope you don’t feel left out,” Kat asked.

“It’s all been very interesting. I think Maggie is amazing and very special. And you, Paul, are amazing too for supporting her. Not many husbands would do that.”

I didn’t feel very amazing but I was going to do my best to conceal my true feelings. I was trying not to think about what was happening across the hallway in the large bedroom.

“It’s nice of you to say that. Maggie is a strong woman although she might not always seem like it. She’s changing and it’s not always easy to know what will happen next. I want to support her, and it’s proving a very interesting experience for us both.” I realised that I wasn’t making too much sense but Lisa didn’t question me further.

“I hope that Maggie and I get some more time before we have to leave. I’m keen to find out how she really is,” said Lisa.

“If you find out, let me know,” I said, giving a smile. I meant it to be heard as a joke, but no-one laughed.

Kat reached and rubbed my arm.

As I thought of trying to say something that might not dig me further into a hole, the door opened, and Michael and Maggie entered the room together. Both were wearing toweling robes which were supplied in all the rooms. 

They had bare feet, and I guessed they were both naked under the robes. Maggie’s robe was tied loosely at the waist, and the shallow cleavage and the sides of her breasts were showing. She didn’t seem to be worried at the risk of showing more.

Both were red and flushed. Although it wasn’t quite the same as when I picked up Maggie from Michael’s apartment when he lived near us, she had the look of being freshly fucked. Or was that freshly, passionately made love to?

Michael acknowledged us, before turning to Maggie and telling her that he would get them both a drink. They were acting like a close couple.

As Michael left Maggie to get the drinks, she came over to me and gave me an awkward smile. She seemed embarrassed. She made brief eye contact with Kat before looking back at me, and spoke softly.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey,” I replied.

I was determined to sound as calm as I could, despite how I felt inside.

“How are you doing?” asked Maggie.

“I’m doing okay, how about you?" I said.

“It’s certainly turning out to be a different end to the weekend. It’s interesting,” replied Maggie, still speaking quietly.

“You seem to be getting used to not being fully dressed in front of others,” I said. I was still amazed at how Maggie was acting, having spent years and years trying to persuade her to go wear skimpy bikinis when most other women of her age were wearing little. 

“I’m trying out how it feels to be different. I’m not sure I’ll ever do this again or even have the  chance to do this again. It feels strange, but not bad. After everything else that’s happened, it seems silly to worry too much about how I dress.”

“True, I don’t understand what’s been happening,” I replied.

“I want to pop upstairs to freshen up,” Maggie said.

“Can I come up as well?”

Maggie hesitated for a moment, then said. “Sure, why not?”

Maggie started moving back towards the door. I turned to everyone and said, “We’re just popping upstairs for a moment.”

No-one seemed to take much notice, although Michael was left holding Maggie’s drink. It felt better to be leaving the room with my wife. Maybe we still looked like a couple.

I followed Maggie upstairs. She went into the bedroom and then straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. I hoped she would have spoken before leaving me alone, so I just sat on the bed and waited. I felt unsure where I stood with Maggie at the moment.

After what seemed like an age, but probably was only five minutes, Maggie came out, still in the towelling robe, but looking fresher. I could smell the perfume that she must have reapplied.

Maggie sat on a small armchair opposite me. I thought she would sit next to me on the bed as Kat has done. She waited for me to speak.

“I just wanted to check how you really are,” I said. It was more to break the silence.

Maggie thought for a moment.

“I guess I don’t really know how I am at the moment. I’m just using the opportunity you have given me. I’m taking advantage of this one night. Isn’t that okay?”

“I think I’m struggling to come to terms with how far you wanted to go.” I spoke slowly so as not to betray the turmoil I was feeling inside. Had I already lost Maggie?

“I thought you had given me complete freedom, and that we were going to talk afterwards. Isn’t that what you said?”

“That’s what I said,” I confirmed. “So are you going to go further?” 

Maggie seemed distant. However, I knew that this wasn’t going to be the moment to try and have a long conversation.

“I don’t know, but Michael has a drink waiting for me downstairs, so I think we ought to go back.”

Maggie’s coolness was starting to upset me. I was looking for comfort and reassurance but it seemed that there was none available. I pushed her a little further.

“Haven’t you done enough?”

“I really want to finish something I started in Manchester. Then I can stop wondering how things might have finished if I’d stayed longer.”

Maggie still wasn’t engaging with me fully. It had to be different once this evening was over or there could be no future for us. I had thought that the session with Will would have satisfied her, but I guessed that she was thinking of being spit roasted by Michael and Will. It seemed that she regretted that it had finished prematurely last time. 

I wondered if this might give me a chance to see it in real life. The image of Maggie between these two fit young guys had been in my mind since I learned about it. I knew it would be difficult to watch, but it would also be exciting. 

It occurred to me that the session with Will that I witnessed might have been Maggie preparing herself for a further session with both him and Michael. Maybe she wanted to go further. Maybe she wanted to try being double penetrated by them, although it seemed unlikely she could do it given the difficulty she had with anal. I would just have to see this evening through and see how Maggie was when she was alone with me again.

I resigned myself to having to accept that Maggie was going back to her lovers. I didn’t want to find myself alone.

“Would you be okay with me spending some time with Kat, or maybe Lisa?” I asked.

Maggie seemed surprised and distracted.

“I guess so. Has Lisa indicated that she would do anything with you? I’m not sure that you’re Lisa’s type.”

“I didn’t think that Will was your type. Or Michael, for that matter.”

I saw a flash of anger in Maggie’s eyes but she didn’t reply straight away. I kicked myself for making the comment. I didn’t want to get into an argument at this moment. We needed to sort this out when we had more time alone.

After a moment Maggie replied. “Let’s not go there now. I’m going downstairs, do you want to come with me?”

I realised that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Unless I wanted the argument, I needed to leave Maggie and maybe try and see what she did with Michael and Will.

Maggie stood up and so I stood up as well. We walked down the stairs together, but it didn’t feel like we were a couple.

As we walked into the main room, Maggie went straight over to Michael to collect the drink he had prepared for her. I looked over at Kat and she was in a close conversation with Lisa. I wondered if either would want to spend any intimate time with me. The evening seemed to be turning out as bad as I feared. I suddenly felt very alone.

I surveyed the scene. Will had now joined with Maggie and Michael. Both men towered over Maggie, and I could see the desire for them in their eyes. I guess they were getting ready to return to the bedroom to pick up where they left off. I wondered whether Maggie would ever want sex with me again after what she was experiencing on this evening. Clearly there were no limits for her anymore.

Kat and Lisa were having an animated conversation and I didn’t feel that they would want me to join them. I went to get a beer, then wondered if my best bet would be to return home alone and leave everyone to have a good time without me.

As I considered my next move, Maggie moved away from Michael and Will and crossed over to join Kat and Lisa. She was welcomed into the group and the three women started speaking quietly to each other. Michael and Will were laughing at something and made no move to acknowledge that I was in the room.

I noticed that Kat had got up and was coming over to me, leaving Maggie and Lisa talking to each other. As she approached, she spoke. “Come on, Paul, stop watching everyone else and talk to me.”

I wondered if Maggie had sent her over. “Are you just feeling sorry for me?”

“If you carry on behaving like a wet blanket, I’ll go and risk it with those two young men. But honestly, neither of them is my type and Lisa and Maggie have a bit of catching up to do. So I’d rather talk to you, unless you’re going to spend all your time moaning about what you’ve done. You used to be more interesting than that.”

Kat’s words lifted my mood. I’d always liked her and found her easy to get on with. Hearing that she wasn’t that keen on the two other men was always going to make me feel better.

Kat continued. “But don’t you go thinking that I’m a walkover. If you want to spend time with me, you’re going to have to charm me.” She gave me a beguiling and cheerful smile.

I wondered what she meant, but for now I just enjoyed having company.

“Maggie told me that she wants to finish what she started with Will and Michael, so I’m not sure where that will end but I can’t do anything, so I’m happy to turn my attention elsewhere,” I explained to Kat.

Kat looked surprised.

“Really? She told you that? I thought she was ready to move on from them, but Maggie is her own woman. So, mister, what’s the plan for you and me?”

I saw that Michael and Will were now watching us. I thought that I should give them something to think about.

“Let’s go for a walk inside to explore this large house. I’ve not properly checked it out,” I suggested.

Kat nodded and we left the room and first went upstairs to see the top bedroom that Maggie and I had shared. After Kat had commented how great the view must be in daylight, we went downstairs to the lower corridor, which had four bedrooms and a bathroom at either end. I hadn’t spent any time on this lower floor. The size of the house meant that it took a few minutes to walk the length of the house, and we checked out the bathrooms, each with a large tub and walk-in shower. I pointed out that I hadn’t seen the bedrooms either.

As we walked up the corridor, we looked in on each bedroom. They were all similar but with different colour schemes. Although nothing like the size of the largest bedroom above, the bedrooms were still large and each had a picture window that would overlook the gardens. There would be great views of the hills if it were light.

One bedroom had the clothes Michael had been wearing earlier thrown on the bed, indicating it was his room. 

Kat took my arm and guided me to the room where she had left her bag. 

“You can see this one in more detail,” she said. 

Kat pressed a switch and the blinds were drawn. She went to a bag and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

“I brought plenty and Lisa brought some too so I kept a bottle back. Do you want to share?”

Kat filled the couple of glasses that were in the room and handed me a drink. We sat down next to each other on the bed. We talked about family and work, avoiding talking about what had happened this evening and what might be happening elsewhere in the house.

Kat told me that she had no partner at the moment. Simon, our friend, and she had stayed close but had rarely slept together in recent times. Kat wasn’t desperate for a partner, choosing to focus on her teenage daughter and her career as a hospital consultant. Long hours at work left her with little time for a social life.

In my head I recalled the couple of occasions that Kat and I had sex together. It was when Maggie was having sex with Simon. Those moments with Kat had been passionate and special, but we hadn’t done anything intimate since.

Kat had been a good friend, allowing me to stay with her when Maggie and I had spent some time apart after her trip to London when she had first had sex with Michael. We hadn’t had sex then because Kat wasn’t prepared to sleep with me while things were not good between me and Maggie. First and foremost, Kat was Maggie’s friend.

However, in the low lighting of the bedroom and after a few drinks, we were talking, laughing and relaxing together. I found that I could concentrate on the attractive woman next to me, and avoid talking about the difficulties I felt about this evening and my relationship with Maggie.

As we had been speaking and been drinking wine for a while, it seemed entirely natural when I leaned closer to Kat and kissed her softly. We spent a few minutes just kissing each other tenderly on the lips.

We separated although our mouths remained close together as we just looked at each other. It seemed like each of us was waiting for the other to take the next step. Would we go further, or was this far enough? A special spontaneous moment when we were communicating without using any words.

I didn’t want it to end, but I wanted a sign from Kat that she wanted us to continue.

Kat looked at me as she said, “I’m sorry, but I need to use the bathroom.”

It punctured the special moment, and we both laughed. Kat left the room and I stood up and peeked through the blinds into the darkness. Once again I started thinking about Maggie and what she might be doing. I thought about going upstairs to see if I could see her being spit-roasted, double penetrated or something even more extreme?

I thought that I needed to go and see what was happening. When Kat returned, she was wearing the same type of towelling robe that Maggie and Michael were wearing. She was carrying her clothes.

“I was feeling tired after the long drive and I realised it was late,” she explained.

I saw that it was after eleven. The evening had been eventful, but it wasn’t over yet for Maggie. I thought I should leave Kat to sleep.

“I’ll go back upstairs. I feel I should see what’s going on,” I told Kat.

Kat looked disappointed.

“I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. You can stay a while if you wish. You might have to put up with me falling asleep on you.”

It was an offer I found easy to accept.

I wanted to use the bathroom, so I hurried away and on my return to the room I found that Kat had got into bed and only one lamp by the bed was still on. Kat was on her side, facing away under the covers. I went over to the bed, wondering if she had already dozed off.

I took off all my clothes except my boxer shorts and slipped under the covers. I moved closer to Kat and she just backed up so that our bodies touched and I felt a thrill as I realised that she only had panties on.

I reached around her body and pulled her even closer. She rubbed her backside against my hardening cock, and gave a playful little moan. “Someone seems pleased to see me.”

“I’m only human, anyone who didn’t feel something would lack a pulse,” I replied. “A practically naked beautiful woman in bed next to me with nothing between us except a couple of thin layers of clothing. I feel blessed.”

“You’re used to being in bed with a beautiful woman. But we can do something about the layers of clothing if you wish.”

Without waiting for an answer, I felt Kat move away and shift in the bed before returning to the same position and press herself against me again. I touched her around her hips to confirm what I already suspected, that she was no longer wearing panties.

I moved away and slipped off my shorts and we returned to the spooning position, my cock nestling between her buttocks.

I spoke quietly into Kat’s ear. “This is a very nice surprise.”

I put my arm around her and cupped a large breast in my hand, feeling the eraser-like nipple. This produced another contented moan from her.

We stayed still for a time as I just enjoyed the moment. The events from earlier in the evening faded and I could relax for the first time since that morning. It seemed a long time since I had said goodbye to the family as they left Maggie and me alone.

It was so relaxing that I feared that Kat was falling asleep, but a little rub of her nipple produced another moan and she pushed back against me again.

I carried on rubbing and she continued to move. I wanted to go further, but I wasn’t at all sure how far Kat would want to go, and I really didn’t want to upset her. 

Kat carried on moaning gently as I touched her, and then moved away from me and I moved my arms away from her. I waited as she adjusted her position in the bed. She reached out and turned off the light by the bed. 

For a moment there was no movement and I wondered if she had just settled down to sleep. But I felt movement and then her large breasts against my chest as I realised that she had turned around to face me and move in close again.

“This is an even nicer surprise,” I said quietly in the darkness.

“We can’t be left out when everyone else has their fun,” Kat whispered.

I felt her breath on my lips, then her lips on my lips and we continued from where we left before, giving each other soft slow kisses. There was no rush as we enjoyed the sensation of bare skin on bare skin and our lips being caressed. I was desperate to go further, but also desperate to savour the moment.

Kat surprised me by putting an arm around me and maneuvering herself onto her back and then pulling me on top. I adjusted myself so that my hard cock was now against her pussy. I could feel the bare lips and I slowly rubbed myself against her as we started kissing again.

Everything was slow and gentle. I felt Kat’s arms around me, her hands stroking my back. As I moved a little further down her body, she opened her legs and my cock slipped down her slit until I could feel it at her entrance.

I wanted to enjoy the sensation of the tip of my bare cock at the entrance to Kat’s warm moist pussy. I knew that Kat was always very careful and had wanted me to use a condom, except for one time. I wondered when she would stop me and ask me to put on protection, but my condoms were in the bathroom of the top bedroom, up two flights of stairs. I didn’t want this moment to be broken.

As I moved slightly, I felt my cock engage with Kat’s pussy and I became aware that the tip was now inside her. All I had to do was push and I would be able to enter her, but I didn’t want to do anything without being clear what Kat wanted.

I moved gently, avoiding inserting my cock any further. We were still kissing, and I felt Kat’s tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. We started to kiss more passionately, with our tongues dueling.

I moved a hand to hold a breast and used two fingers to caress its nipple. Kat moaned more loudly. It was taking all my willpower to restrain myself from entering her. I didn’t want to stop and say anything for fear of rejection.

Kat moved her hands down from my back so that they were on my buttocks. I felt her grasp them firmly. I stopped moving but Kat stopped kissing. Even in the dark, I could feel her eyes on me. She pulled me into her, slowly deliberately. I experienced the exquisite feeling of my bare cock moving into her, being gripped by her moist pussy. There was nothing between us, and the intimacy of the moment was so overwhelming that I had to be careful not to reach orgasm as soon as the whole of my cock was inside her.

I felt Kat shudder and she started kissing me again urgently. I started to pump in and out, struggling to avoid finishing too quickly. I let go of her breast and reached down to touch her clit with one finger and even as I did her body stiffened and she gave a loud groan.

I was losing control. I need to withdraw if I was to avoid cumming inside her.

“I’m going to cum,” was all I could say as I removed my hand and prepared to withdraw.

I was surprised and Kat’s grip on my bottom increased again and she held me inside her as my orgasm exploded and my cock started pumping my sperm directly into her womb. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard. I could feel my cock continue pumping and the muscles in Kat’s pussy moving as our orgasms subsided.

We lay together, my softening cock still inside Kat, for a few more minutes. Eventually Kat spoke, still quietly, almost whispering.

“That was special.”

“It was so much more than special,” I said. “Are you okay with what just happened?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. I wanted to feel you inside. I trust you and if I find my trust was misplaced, I’ll come and cut off your cock. I know how to do it, remember I’m a trauma doctor.”

“Good to know,” I said. I thought I wouldn’t pursue the subject further at the moment.

I shifted so that I was no longer lying on top of Kat and I ended up spooning her again. She was resting on my arm and my other hand was around her waist. I felt relaxed and special to just lie close to her. I soon heard Kat’s breathing change to suggest she was falling asleep.

I must have fallen asleep too, since I woke up realising that my arm was still under Kat but had become numb where the circulation had been cut off. I carefully extracted my arm and used the other arm to check the time. It was around one in the morning, and nearly two hours since I came to bed with Kat.

Kat was still sleeping soundly. I was tempted to stay since it was so nice to be naked in bed with her, but I wanted to know what Maggie had done and how things were between us. Being with Kat had stopped me thinking about Maggie, but I knew I had to find out more.

I carefully put on my clothes and left the bedroom. I stood still in the corridor outside the bedroom. I couldn’t hear anything so I crept up the stairs to the main room with the central fire. I came in to find Will on his own with a can of beer next to him with a football match on the large TV. The fire was now just a few embers. It seemed that he had been asleep, but he woke up as he realised I was in the room.

“Hello, Paul, where have you been? You keep creeping off,” said Will, sounding half asleep and at least slightly drunk.

I was sure that he wasn’t really interested in where I had been, so I ignored the question and asked my own.

“Maggie finished with you or have you finished with her?”

I took a deep breath. I expected an answer that would be difficult to hear.

“I haven’t seen Maggie for a while and I’ve done nothing with her since I found her tied up hours ago. I haven’t seen Lisa or Michael for that matter. I think it’s hard keeping hold of women like Lisa and Maggie, don’t you?”

I didn’t feel that Will and I had much in common when it came to women. Again, I didn’t engage but asked another question. “Did any of them say where they were going?”

Will took a mouthful of beer from the can.

“I can’t remember anyone saying anything to me. Michael may have said he was tired, but I think he was telling me that so I wouldn’t go with him. I reckon he wanted to have your wife for himself. He loves Maggie and he doesn’t want to share her anymore.”

If he wasn’t too drunk, I’d think he was trying to wind me up. Instead, he sounded a bit sad.

“Maybe you should go to bed, Will. You’re supposed to be driving home later.”

“I will in a minute. Thank you for setting this up and letting me stay,” he said before adding in a slurred manner, “You’re a good guy, Paul. If you find Michael and Maggie, tell them I’ve gone to bed.”

“I will, Will.”

Will didn’t react.

I said no more, but I enjoyed my own joke until I left the room. I wanted to see what was going on in the main bedroom and crossed the hall. I felt sick inside as I listened outside the door. I couldn’t hear anything. Although it seemed that the further spit roast episode had not happened, I thought it must be because Maggie had wanted something else, probably even more gut-wrenching for me.

But I had to see more and I slowly and quietly opened the door and looked inside. The lights were still dimly lighting the room and I could see that both the bathtub and bed were empty. I checked the bathroom but there was no sign that anyone had been in the room for a while.

I left the bedroom and checked the kitchen and other rooms on the floor and found them empty as well. I was confused. There were still the other bedrooms to check out, but I had assumed that if Maggie wanted to continue where she left off with Michael and Will in Manchester, she would have used the main bedroom.

I considered whether Maggie could have left with Michael and Lisa but it didn’t make much sense. I was tired and confused.

I went up to the top bedroom and as I approached the door, I could hear sounds from inside.

I stopped outside the door. I thought I heard Maggie’s voice, then another female voice moaning. It had to be Lisa. There seemed to be movement. I wondered what the two women were doing, and where Michael was.

After a few moments, I heard more sounds of movement as if positions were being shifted and female voices laughing. Then there was quiet for a moment before I heard Lisa’s voice.

“Oh yes, just there. You’re a fast learner.”

Then more giggles and laughter before another period of quiet followed by soft moaning.

I tried to imagine what might be happening, and I was getting excited again. I wanted to see, and I slowly and carefully opened the door. Not for the first time, I admired how smoothly and quietly the heavy internal doors opened.

Looking inside, I saw clothes apparently flung all over the floor. Across the large bed on top of the covers were Lisa and Maggie. I could see them side-on. Lisa was on her back and Maggie was on top. They were in the sixty-nine position, both licking each other's pussy.

Maggie was enthusiastically running her tongue up and down Lisa’s slit, and then taking Lisa’s clit between her lips and kissing it gently, making Lisa shudder with pleasure, and she seemed to be putting her tongue right in Maggie’s pussy. Their movements were perfectly coordinated.

Lisa’s olive skin and toned body seemed to have no fat. Her long legs were stretched apart. The sight was incredibly erotic.

There was no sign of Michael, just two women giving each other pleasure.

They shifted a little and I saw that Lisa was sucking on Maggie’s clit and had started moving two fingers in and out of her pussy. It was clear from the noises she was making that Maggie was enjoying this.

Lisa inserted a third finger into Maggie’s pussy and the way Maggie pushed back on the fingers suggested she was enjoying it. After Will and Michael’s cock in her, it seems Maggie continued to want her pussy filled. I wondered once again if her pussy was as tight as it used to be, and whether she would ever be able to get satisfaction with just me.

The two women were moving more urgently now and Lisa’s body suddenly stiffened as she gave out a loud moan, which made me worry that it would be heard throughout the house and bring someone else running up the stairs.

“Stop a minute,” gasped Lisa, and withdrew her fingers from Maggie’s pussy. She gave Maggie’s pussy a further kiss then lay back, breathing deeply as she recovered from her orgasm.

After a short while she spoke more calmly.

“God, you’re good at this; you seem to know just what to do,” she said. “Turn around and come and lie next to me, I need to kiss your beautiful lips and see your face.”

Maggie started moving and I realised that as she turned around she might easily see me in the doorway, so I stepped back onto the landing and out of sight.

I heard the movement then the sound of two lovers kissing passionately.

I walked slowly downstairs the two flights to the corridor with bedrooms. I was digesting what I had just seen. I had only recently learned of Maggie’s past with her friend Jen at university. What I had seen removed any doubt that she had bisexual tendencies.

There was also no doubt about the eroticism of what I had witnessed. It just added to my confusion and doubt about what the future held for Maggie and me.

I thought I would be spending the rest of the night at the top of the house, but I returned to Kat’s room. I reflected that this was a pretty good backup choice.

Kat was still asleep when I returned to her bedroom and had now moved into the centre of the bed. 

I got undressed and back into bed next to her but she didn’t wake up and so I turned my back on her to try and get to sleep. My mind was full of the events of the evening, but I managed to fall into a troubled sleep.

When I woke up again it felt like I had been asleep for a long time. I realised that the blinds effectively blacked out any outside light. I checked the time and saw that it was coming up to half-past seven. I wanted to use the bathroom and stretched and started getting out of bed. My movement made Kat turn over but she stayed sleeping.

On my way back from the bathroom I moved one of the blinds so that I could glance out of the window to check the weather. I noticed Will standing outside a little way away, looking towards the area underneath the bedroom window. I craned my neck to see what he was looking at and could just see that Michael and Maggie were talking. I could see that Maggie was in a towelling robe and Michael, like Will, was fully dressed.

I could hear muffled voices, but by opening the window slightly, I could catch more of what they were saying.

The conversation seemed strained. The evening before they were acting and talking like lovers, but this was different. Although they were speaking quietly, Michael was obviously finding it difficult not to raise his voice.

“I’ve already admitted that I fell asleep when I went back to my room, but if you had come and joined me, you could have woken me up and we could have spent the night together as we agreed. You know how much I wanted that.”

“I never said I would come back to you,” Maggie said.

“But you know what I feel for you, and that I had planned more special things for you. I wanted to wake up next to you and be able to enjoy some special morning sex. We’ve not managed that yet.”

“Maybe we’ll get another chance if you don’t find another girlfriend before I manage to come up to see you again,” my wife said.

“But you won’t say when that might be,” Michael said, clearly frustrated. “You’re not planning a visit any time soon.”

“I’m sorry. I had a lovely time with you last night. It was more special than you can know. I find it hard to believe that Paul told you he wanted you and I to do all those things again.”

“Paul obviously gets a kick out of you and I being together. He did say it was up to you, but he wanted it,” said Michael.

“He obviously finds it easier to tell you than me,” replied Maggie. “But you're right, I don’t know why he would have arranged for you to come over if he didn’t want something to happen. He always seems so cross when we do stuff, yet he never stops me, and seems to encourage it. I really don’t know what he wants.”

As I listened I felt cross with Michael for telling Maggie something that he knew was untrue, but at the same time I knew that what I had done made little sense.

“I’m sure Paul would want us to have more fun soon. Please come over. It’s half term, we could meet next weekend. I want you so much, Margaret.”

“It would be nice to spend more time with you, Mike, but I can’t and I won’t be able to see you so soon. I need some time at home, and Paul and I need to talk. I’m sorry we’ve had to part this way, I hadn’t realised that Will needed to leave so early.”

“I’ve tried to see if I could get him to postpone his appointments today, but he did agree to take us at short notice, so I can’t really complain. I just want more time with you,” Michael pleaded.

“We have to see where life takes us next. I need to go in and Will wants to get going.”

I looked across and saw Will waiting impatiently.

Michael looked like he had more to say, but he just took Maggie in his arms and hugged her tightly. He said something in her ear, but I couldn’t catch what it was. They then shared a long passionate kiss.

As they separated, Maggie said, “I bet you say that to all the girls after you sleep with them.”

“You know that can’t be true,” replied Michael. 

I thought I could see tears in Maggie’s eyes as Michael turned and walked quickly to join Will.

I closed the window as I lost sight of them all. I considered what this meant. Michael had told Maggie that I wanted them to have sex. He shouldn’t have said this because I hadn’t. But I knew that it could happen, and having invited him over, maybe I did want it to happen.

Maggie had not gone back to Michael, and he was clearly disappointed. Maggie seemed to hold out some hope for him that she would see him again. They were still using their special names for each other. After what I had witnessed the evening before, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

What had Michael said to Maggie as they parted? How would she be when we were back on our own? She had been so loving before she had met our visitors yesterday. After the events of the last twelve hours, I didn’t know where our relationship was.