Would You Like to Fuck My Wife?
written by:
tony090909

I suppose the starting point was our trip to London in March. It was a typical mini-break - a weekend away at an upmarket hotel, a meal at a nice restaurant and then on to see a show.

All fairly standard stuff, but I had dropped some strong hints to my wife that a bit of sexy fun wouldn't go amiss. I'd tried to talk Kim into removing her knickers while we were at the restaurant, but she'd refused. My disappointment was tempered by the fact that she'd given a playful smile and said maybe later.

So as we walked back to the hotel I asked her if she was up for a bit of fun. She asked me what I had in mind and I said a few photos in the room would be great, but we ought to be more daring and take some in the public areas first.

I should explain that we have occasionally had photo sessions at home where Kim has let me take some pretty explicit shots of her. She claims she only does it for my benefit, but she always gets very wet and we invariably have great sex afterwards.

Anyway as we headed across the hotel foyer towards the lifts she asked me if I had the camera handy. I was turning it on as we got into the lift. She pressed the button for our floor and as soon as the lift doors closed she reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. I hurriedly fired off a series of photos, but it was over far too quickly. She smiled, stuffed her knickers in my jacket pocket and gave me a playful peck on the lips.

The lift doors opened and as we headed down the plushly carpeted corridor towards our room I suggested that some photos of her outside our door would be nice. She murmured a quiet OK.

As soon as we reached our room she stood by the door, looked round very cautiously and then raised the front of her dress and exposed her lovely pussy which was beautifully framed by some lace-topped hold-ups. At that moment a couple came round the corner from behind me. Kim dropped the front of her dress, but the room door was locked and I had the key card so there was nowhere for her to go.

My back was turned to them, but Kim was clearly too embarrassed to make eye contact and turned towards the door. I risked a glance at them as they went past. They were a middle-aged couple, perhaps early forties, so not much older than us. The woman didn't look at me, but the man smiled and raised an eyebrow in a friendly, encouraging way which made it clear that he both knew and approved of what we had been doing.

I slipped the key card into the lock and we went into our room. Kim sat on the end of the bed and listened. We heard the sounds of some more people heading along the corridor, then more noises and laughter as what sounded like two couples went past. Kim sat listening and there were no further sounds. I was about to suggest taking some photos in the room, when Kim said it seemed all clear so we could go back outside. That did surprise me as I'd assumed she was too embarrassed to continue.

So we returned to the corridor and Kim again flashed her pussy for me. We had taken several photos before we heard the sound of people approaching and ducked back into the bedroom. I couldn't resist sliding my hand up her dress to see how excited she was and was greeted with the pouting wetness of her silken slit. She kissed me passionately and it was clear that she was more aroused she had been for a long time.

The camera was put to one side and we tore the clothes off each other and fell onto the bed in a frenzy of lust. The sex was brief, fierce and very memorable. I rammed it into Kim, she came very quickly and almost before I knew what was happening my cock was jerking and firing burst after burst of sperm deep inside her.

We lay for a moment and then I asked if she would mind if I took some more photos. She said OK so I picked up the camera and took some shots of Kim laid back on the bed, her pussy lips gaping from the passage of my cock and my sperm running out of her and onto the bed.

From time to time I would pull those photos up on the computer screen at home and was very grateful that we had such vivid evidence of some memorable sex. It also confirmed what I had long suspected - my shy, conservative wife had an exhibitionist streak to her nature.

So I decided that next time we went away the camera would definitely be going with us. That opportunity arose in June when we booked a week at a holiday cottage on the Lincolnshire coast.

I had bought a new camera and whilst I certainly intended to use it for standard holiday photos, I also wanted to take some more intimate ones. I mentioned that to Kim and although she raised an eyebrow there was no actual protest so I suspect she was quite happy to go along with my plans.

I think she was actually quite flattered and happy that after fourteen years of marriage I still find her very attractive. She has much better than average looks and regular visits to the gym mean that she has a wonderfully toned figure. She's about five foot six with world class 36D breasts which are emphasised by her slim waist and curvy hips. Her long, dark wavy hair and slightly darker skin than normal give her rather Mediterranean looks, though her family are thoroughly English.

The cottage we'd hired was a simple two-bedroom affair on the outskirts of a quiet village. Facilities were very limited, but that didn't bother us - some coastal walks, plenty of sunbathing for Kim and some visits to the local pub would be enough to keep us happy.

On the first full day we pottered around a bit exploring the coastal paths. There were some big, dense patches of buckthorn amongst the sand dunes and the tide went out for miles and exposed a sandy shore which shimmered in the midday heat. I took a few routine holiday snaps, but deliberately refrained from anything of a more personal nature; we had a whole week so there was no need to rush it.

The next day Kim was keen to do some sunbathing, so after a late and leisurely breakfast we headed for the coast. We'd already identified a suitably quiet spot where the sand dunes and a dense stand of sea buckthorn provided privacy and shelter from the sea breeze.

Kim can spend all day soaking up the rays and she quickly stripped down to her bikini and stretched out on a towel. Suitably encouraged by how quiet it was she soon sat up and removed her bikini top. Sadly she didn't ask me to rub sun cream on her breasts, but I did at least get to do her back.

After a while it clouded over. As it was our first day in the sun that was probably a good thing and helped stop us getting burnt. We returned to the cottage, got showered and changed and finally headed off to the local pub.

It was a quiet place, but did a reasonable selection of meals and we both enjoyed a large plate of fish and chips. I picked up my pint and Kim got her glass of wine and we went through from the dining area into the cooler lounge with its tiled floor.

It was pretty quiet; there were a handful of people at the bar, an older couple sat in one corner and us. Kim had spotted a dartboard over by the bay window and challenged me to a game. I should explain that she's naturally good at a wide range of sports (we met playing tennis) and had a dartboard at home and used to play a lot. So she normally beats me at darts, whereas I have the upper hand in tennis and squash.

The result was reasonably close, but I was never in front and Kim managed to close out ahead of me. We went to refill our glasses and that led to some comment with the small group gathered at the bar. There was some good natured banter about the fact that Kim had won, but I insisted that was because she was good at darts rather than any failure on my part.

"We'll give you a game," said a couple of older guys who judging by the size of their stomachs were regulars at the bar.

"Count us in," said two younger lads who'd come in not long after we started our game. I looked at Kim and she nodded OK. As I said she's good at sports and likes a challenge.

So there were three teams of two and what started out as the best of three games had to be modified when we were level on one each at the end. We decided on another three games and the younger guys (who had introduced themselves as Steve and Mike) were narrow winners in the first, while Kim and I won the next one.

That led to a deciding game which was played out in a friendly, but distinctly competitive atmosphere. I knew that Kim wanted to win and hoped that I didn't let her down. I'm actually cross dominant - I'm right handed, but my left eye is my dominant one and that's a definite disadvantage at a game like darts.

Nevertheless I played a safe, but unspectacular game and Kim was delighted to close out the victory with a particularly impressive final two darts. There was applause from the small audience which had gathered, I shook hands with Steve and Mike and they both gave Kim a quick kiss on the cheek. The losers insisted on buying drinks and it was approaching midnight when we left the pub.

Fortunately we were within walking distance of our cottage and it turned out that Steve and Mike were staying in a nearby cottage (I had mistakenly assumed they were locals). Apparently Steve's uncle owned their cottage and they had free use of it for a week. We soon reached the driveway to our cottage and said goodbye. Once we were inside Kim turned to me and said that she knew what would the perfect end to an excellent day.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"For you to carry me through into the bedroom and fuck me senseless." She shrieked as I picked her up, then we were through into the bedroom and I dragged her jeans and panties off then threw myself on top of her.

Laid together afterwards I asked her what she thought of Steve and Mike.

"Very pleasant, they're good company."

"Seriously attractive?" Kim laughed and gave me a good natured slap. I should explain that after we had been married a few years I rather hesitantly told Kim that I did sometimes fantasize about sharing her with another man. She was shocked by that, but fortunately she wasn't really upset. She said it wasn't going to happen, but nevertheless it became a regular item of pillow talk for us and invariably got us both aroused. She always insisted that if anything did ever happen she would be very picky and would only do it with someone who was "seriously attractive".

"You know they fancied you don't you?" I said.

"Don't be silly, Steve's twenty three, I'm thirty six. There's thirteen years between us."

"Oh you know his age."

"We were chatting and he told me. He's pleasant and if I was younger and single then I'd probably be interested, but please don't get carried away with your fantasies."

I decided to let it drop, but it seemed to me that with a bit of luck and some careful management this situation had potential.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next day wasn't so much a late breakfast as an early lunch. In the afternoon we returned to the same spot in the dunes. After a while, and bored with my reading, I decided to leave Kim to her sunbathing and take a short walk. I wandered along the beach looking for shells and fossils, but was diverted by a path into the dunes. That soon split into two and after a bit of hesitation I took the fork which would lead me back towards Kim.

I found myself tracking along the wrong side of that stand of sea buckthorn. My attempts to find a short cut to our spot in the dunes came to a halt when I saw Kim on the upper edge of the beach.

She wasn't alone, there were two men with her and I soon realised that it was Steve and Mike. They were in shorts and T-shirts, but all Kim had on was her bikini bottom and a floppy hat. She's a modest person and we'd been married several years before I managed to persuade her that topless sunbathing was no big deal, so to see her like that was a definite surprise.

I stood quietly and watched, my cock stiffening in the certain knowledge that Steve and Mike were enjoying an eyeful of my wife's wonderful breasts. They stood chatting for a while before continuing along the beach. Kim headed back to our spot in the dunes and I detoured round the buckthorn patch and soon emerged by her side.

"Where have you been?" she asked. I explained that I'd taken a path through the dunes, but the tangle of buckthorn had meant I'd had to take a detour to get back to her.

"Steve and Mike were here."

"I know I saw you talking to them." She asked why I hadn't joined them, so I said again that there hadn't been a path through the buckthorn. But of course what was really agitating me was the fact that she had been topless and I had to say something.

"You were topless weren't you?" I didn't wait for an answer, but continued. "Did it feel odd standing there nearly naked?" Kim nodded shyly.

"I went onto the beach to see if I could see you and of course they came along. I didn't see them until they were quite close and I could hardly run away, so I had to brazen it out. I was so embarrassed; it felt like my cheeks were on fire. I'm not sure I'll be able to face them in the pub again, not after they've seen me like this."

"Like what?" I asked quietly, picking up the camera and firing off a series of shots. Kim didn't reply, but instead crossed one arm beneath her breasts in a pose which she knew would emphasise her cleavage. The camera shutter clicked busily.

"Slip the bottom off," I said to her. Without any hesitation she pulled her bikini bottom down and tossed it to one side. No prompting was necessary, she spread her legs and exposed her luxuriant bush and glistening slit. I took another burst of photos, then more as she began to stroke the entrance to her pussy. My cock felt ready to explode, but I continued to press the shutter release as my wife teased her pussy.

Enough," she said. "Put the camera down and fuck me."

* * * * * * * * * *

Kim voted not to go to the local pub that night, so we headed to a Chinese restaurant in the nearest town. I think I could have persuaded Kim to eat locally again, but there was an obvious risk that if I rushed things I might well scare her off.

The following day we went down to the beach again and in the afternoon we had another photo session. They were still very much glamour photos, but there weren't any full frontal shots.

I took some very successful shots of Kim laid back amongst the dunes wearing only a skimpy, thong-like bikini bottom. But the best were of her crouched on the steep side of one of the dunes. Her breasts were hanging down superbly and the soft swell and full, rich weight came across wonderfully well.

Back at the cottage we showered and changed then opened a bottle of wine. Sat on the patio Kim chose to eat at the local pub again which suited me fine.

There was one indulgence I asked of her. The pub was on the edge of the village, right by the village sign. I asked Kim if before we went in the pub she would sit on the low wall, so I could get her, the village sign and the pub all in the same photo.

She said fine to that, but then I explained that after a few "normal" shots I wanted her knickerless so that when she raised one foot onto the wall she would be displaying her charms.

"What if someone comes along," she gasped. I pointed out that it was a very quiet road and we'd have lots of time to see anyone coming. I thought she'd take quite a bit of convincing, but in the end it wasn't very difficult.

A bit over an hour later we were walking along the footpath towards the village. Kim was wearing a knee-length white skirt and a pink T-shirt. She had a bra on, but no panties.

She sat demurely on the wall while I took a couple of shots. Then I requested the pose I really wanted. She checked all round and then nervously raised one foot onto the wall. Her skirt didn't quite ride up enough, so I had to ask her to hitch it up a bit. She did that and her beautiful quim came into view. She has shaved a couple of times in the past, which is nice, but I actually prefer her with a full bush. She really does have a furry pussy and I find that very sexy.

The fact that someone might just have come along (Steve and Mike even) added a hint of danger to it and fuelled the excitement we both felt. I'd be interested to know how many couples have taken sexy pictures of this sort; my guess is that it's a high percentage. Anyway we completed the photography without incident and headed into the pub.

A sign by the door proclaimed that tonight was quiz night, but our priority was food. An hour or so later and with another fine meal inside us we left the dining area and headed back to the bar. It was relatively busy and we recognised several faces from Monday night and the darts match.

Andy and Bob, the two older guys from Monday night, collared me and asked if Kim and I fancied forming a team with them for the quiz competition. Kim was stood a few yards away talking to someone else, so I stalled and told them I'd check with her. I had the definite impression she didn't like them, so I did need to ask her.

She pulled a face and said not those two when I asked her. Then she pointed to Steve and Mike sat nearby and suggested we asked them to form a team with us. That surprised me, but I was happy to go with the flow. So we asked them, they said yes and I went across and told Andy and Bob that Kim had already committed us to playing with someone else.

I returned to our table and told Kim that was sorted. She glanced at Steve and Mike and saw they were distracted talking to someone else.

"Good," she said. "I didn't like the way Andy and Bob looked at me, I always had a feeling that they were mentally undressing me."

"Yes," I said. "How very different from Steve and Mike who've actually seen you nearly naked." But I said it with a smile and Kim responded by giving me a playful slap.

The quiz wasn't a serious one, though there was a prize for the winners. Sadly that wasn't us, though we did come third out of eleven teams. We mucked up a couple of easy questions and but for that we would have been joint winners.

There was one question about what sign of the Zodiac you would be if you were born on the 10th March. I hadn't a clue, Kim said Pisces, but Steve and Mike were adamant it was Libra. I was called upon to adjudicate and pointed out that two outnumbered one and so we answered Libra. When it became clear that Kim was right she turned to us with an "I told you so" expression. We all had to eat humble pie and I noticed that Steve put his hand on Kim's knee whilst he apologised.

It really wasn't necessary and it seemed clear to me that he wanted to make some sort of physical connection with her. Inevitably I wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that Kim wasn't wearing any panties and his hand was just a few inches away from her naked pussy.

What with the quiz and a few more drinks it was after eleven when we left the pub and headed back to our cottage. Steve and Mike wandered back with us. I was chatting with Mike about their plans for the rest of the week - they had been doing some rather unsuccessful beach angling and had opted for a change and booked a sea fishing trip on the Friday. Steve and Kim were walking a few paces behind us.

As soon as we got inside our cottage I casually asked Kim what she and Steve had been talking about. I got a wary glance and a pause before she replied.

"Nothing much. He asked what we were doing tomorrow and I told him we planned to visit the market at Boston."

"You know he fancies you don't you?" Kim said nothing to that, but gave the slightest of nods. So I continued and mentioned how I'd seen him put his hand on her knee. Kim gave a wry smile and asked if I'd seen anything else.

"Like what?" was my startled reply.

"When you made your last visit to the bar he put a hand on my knee and then tried to slide it up the inside of my thigh. He didn't get very far before I stopped him. Fortunately he was very discreet about it and I don't think anyone noticed. He did whisper an apology, but he said he couldn't help himself I was just too attractive."

"Did you mind?" I asked. But Kim didn't answer and instead asked me if I minded. I moved across and took her in my arms.

"You know my feelings about that. I have to be honest and say that the thought of you with another man is a turn-on. I don't know why, I can't really explain it, it just is." I kissed her gently and sensuously and she responded, melding her body against mine. As we broke from the kiss I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Were you tempted?" I asked brushing my fingertips lightly across the tops of her thighs. She didn't reply, but kissed me passionately. I continued to tease her thighs, but then ran my fingertip along that sweet crevice which I knew so well.

"Were you tempted?" I asked again.

"Yes," she said in something approaching a whisper.

Yes what?"

"Yes I was tempted. I was very aware that I had no knickers on and there was a part of me that wanted to let him explore and to enjoy his surprise when he discovered that I didn't have any knickers on."

She was lubricating freely so I slid a finger inside her. She tugged impatiently at my belt. A minute later we were on the bed and Kim cried out as my cock speared into her. The sex was brief and almost brutal. To be fair Kim has said that you can have all the romantic, dreamy sex you like, there's nothing to beat a good vigorous fucking.

Laid together afterwards I asked her if she wanted to do anything about it.

"Five minutes ago I did. Now I'm not so sure," was her reply. I tried to ask her some more questions, but all she would say was that she couldn't think about it now. I knew she wouldn't appreciate me being pushy, so I left it. I had a feeling that she would be more receptive if I left it up to her to decide what she wanted to do, rather than pushing my agenda.

So at breakfast I didn't mention the subject and we went about our day as normal. It was nearly five o'clock when we got back and nothing had been said about where we were going to eat that night.

I was about to raise the subject when there was a knock at the door. Slightly surprised I went to answer it and found it was Steve. He asked if we fancied a fish barbeque on the Friday evening after they had been sea fishing.

"What if you don't catch anything? I asked.

"Well if that happens we'll just have to buy something," he replied with a laugh. Kim came to my side and I explained we'd been invited to their cottage for a fish barbeque tomorrow night. She said fine to that, so we thanked him and arranged to call round at their cottage at 7pm.

Walking back out onto the patio Kim and I exchanged a look. We sat by the table and Kim took a sip of her wine.

"I bet they're hoping that I drink myself unconscious and that you drink enough to get carried away," I said.

"They can think that all they like, it's not going to happen," Kim replied. I thought of all those stories I'd read where the husband pretends to pass out and then watches whilst his wife allows herself to be taken.

That really didn't appeal to me. If we were going to do anything I wanted it to be more honest and upfront. I turned to Kim.

"It's absolutely your call, but I would like you to think about it. It will be the last day of our holiday and we'll never see them again so from that point of view it's perfect. We might never get a better opportunity; I'll bet there are a lot of couples who've expanded their boundaries a bit when they're on holiday and away from prying eyes."

"Would you really want to go through with it?" Kim asked. "You're the only man I've ever slept with; if I had sex with Steve that would be gone forever." I think Kim half expected me to back down after she had said that, but I didn't.

"That's true, but we've never done anything adventurous. Life isn't a dress rehearsal. Just this once I'd like to seize the day, then at least we won't be looking back and thinking about what might have been." I believe Kim could see some sense in that and she asked me to let her have a think about it.

"Sure, there's no rush. And I don't want you to do it for my sake, I want it to be your choice."

Friday was our last full day and of course I was on edge waiting for Kim to announce her decision about tonight. We returned to the beach and I took it as a good sign that she needed very little encouragement to allow me to take some more photos of her.

There were the remnants of an old wooden breakwater nearby and we wandered across to them. From a distance Kim looked perfectly respectable, but once she got closer her rather see-through cotton sun top did little to hide the fact that she had discarded her bikini.

I took a whole series of photos which gave tantalising hints of her breasts and furry bush. Finally she bent over at the waist and her top rode up to expose the peach-like cleft between her legs.

It had just turned 4pm when we returned to the cottage and we did a few minor jobs and then went out on the patio with a soft drink. I kept waiting for Kim to say something, but it never came and finally I couldn't contain myself any longer.

"Have you come to a decision about tonight?"

"Not really. I can't see how it's going to work. How do I get to be alone with Steve? And what will Mike think, he's a pleasant guy and I don't want to hurt his feelings." I'd expected her to say something like that and at least it wasn't a flat refusal, in fact it was almost a yes.

I paused, took a deep breath and said that she could take both of them on.

"You mean..."

"Yes I mean you could allow both of them to pleasure you. Plenty of women have tried it. It would definitely be an experience for you."

Kim turned away and stared fixedly into the distance. Finally she looked back at me.

"No." She rose and went into the cottage without even a glance in my direction. I gave her a minute and then followed her. She was sat on the end of the bed and rounded on me as soon as I entered the room.

"Why are you pushing me towards another man? Do you want rid of me? Or do you expect me to reciprocate and allow you to fuck other women?"

"No," I said emphatically, crouching at her feet. "I don't expect anything of that sort and I'm certainly not interested in chasing other women. I adore you, but I think an evening like this would enhance our intimacy, not diminish it. A lot of couples couldn't cope, but I think we can. I don't want it to be some drunken grope. I'd need you to excuse yourself at some stage then I'd have a word with Steve and Mike and explain what was possible."

I kissed her gently, then more firmly. She put her arms round my neck and returned the kiss with warmth.

"I'm sorry it's all a bit much," she said.

"That's OK, take your time. Get a shower while you think about it."

She brightened at that and ten minutes later she was in the shower. Fortunately it was a large shower cubicle so after waiting a few minutes I stepped in alongside her. Getting showered together was an occasional treat which we both enjoyed and I thought that tonight we might find it particularly helpful.

Of course I lathered her up and rubbed soap all over her body, loving the soft, slippery feel of her. We kept kissing and breaking for air and I noticed with approval that her nipples were erect.

"You've obviously thought about this a bit more than I have," said Kim. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Well you would excuse yourself at some stage and leave me to have a word with Steve and Mike. I'd explain that I realised they found you attractive and I didn't have a problem with that, but for some time we'd been thinking of including someone else in our lovemaking and had decided that tonight was the ideal opportunity. I'd lay down a few ground rules - no rough stuff, no anal sex, some dirty talk is fine (indeed preferable) but don't get too carried away and of course if you called a halt they would have to accept it without question. I'd want them to cum inside you; I've said it before but somehow I don't think a woman has been fucked properly unless she's got a load of cum in her pussy. I'll be there to safeguard you and afterwards I want to take you back to our cottage and fuck you in the privacy of our bedroom while you tell me what it felt like to have a different prick inside you."

I must admit that Kim's eyes were like saucers while I explained this. She was playing with my cock and balls the whole time and I hoped that she didn't get too carried away or I might cum all over her.

"Let's get this absolutely clear, because if I do this it can never be undone," she said. "You want me to have sex with two men and allow them to cum in my pussy. Are you sure you can cope with that?"

"Yes."

"Certain?"

"Yes."

She stood on tiptoes and hot water streamed down on our heads as she whispered in my ear.

"Alright, they can fuck me."

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Nervous?"

"More like scared stiff," said Kim with a tense smile. We were walking up the path to Steve and Mike's cottage. I paused before knocking and looked at Kim.

"You're still OK to continue?"

I got a brief nod in reply and knocked on the door. Mike opened it and invited us inside. He gave Kim a kiss on the cheek and shook my hand. I handed over the wine and lager we'd brought and we went out onto the patio where Steve was coaxing the barbeque into life.

They'd caught a good-sized bass and asked Kim's advice on their proposed cooking method. She ended up supervising them and I think that helped calm her nerves. They were doing OK, but Kim's a good cook and found herself in a situation where she was in charge.

The lads were happy to follow her instructions and fussed around while she told them what to do. She apologised for not being more hands on, but as she said she hadn't dressed for cooking.

In fact her choice of clothing had been a subject of some discussion. It was a warm evening so she'd settled on a pale green blouse, a short denim skirt and some sandals with a bit of a heel. For underwear I'd suggested a lacy white bra and pants set, though I did also suggest that if she was feeling a bit daring she could go braless, as it wouldn't be noticeable immediately.

Somewhat to my surprise she had chosen to dispense with her bra. I wondered how long it would take the lads to realise. Probably a while because Kim was obviously feeling very self-conscious and kept her arms folded across her chest most of the time.

It might sound stupid but the reality of it suddenly hit me when I realised that, if all went to plan, another man would soon be licking and sucking those breasts which had been my exclusive preserve.

Steve and Mike kept offering us both drinks, but we were determined to go at our own pace. I had a few bottles of lager, but they were only small ones and I was nowhere near drunk. Kim was on white wine which went with the fish. She was the only one drinking wine, so I knew that the empty bottle was down to her and was a reasonable amount to get her nicely relaxed.

It was ten o'clock and the light was fading when Kim got up and told me that she was just popping to the toilet. My heart was beating unusually fast as she leaned across and kissed me before heading into the cottage. That kiss was our agreed signal that she did indeed want to go through with this.

This was a potentially awkward moment. How do you phrase such a request? And what if I had misread the signals and they weren't interested in her? Actually I was pretty certain there was no lack of interest.

"There's a question I wanted to ask you guys and I hope it's alright if I just come straight out with it." I paused for a second. Steve shrugged and said OK, whilst Mike gave a nod of agreement.

"Would you like to fuck my wife?"

That question hung in the air with an almost physical presence. A few years ago I'd seen the film Consenting Adults and there was a scene where Kevin Spacey put exactly that question to Kevin Kline and I hadn't been able to resist borrowing it.

Steve and Mike were too surprised to say anything, so I went on to explain how we had had been thinking about including someone else in our lovemaking and tonight seemed the ideal opportunity.

"The question is are you up for it?"

They almost fell out of their chairs in their eagerness to say yes, so I quickly sketched out the ground rules which Kim and I had agreed. I then ascertained that the master bedroom had a double bed and suggested that one of them made sure it was tidy, while the other one found some slow numbers to put on the CD player. Kim does have a weakness for a smoochy dance and I felt that would be the perfect lead-in to the action.

Kim deliberately took her time and the lads had everything arranged and were back on the patio by the time she returned. I smiled and explained that we'd picked some music for a slow dance. The lads hesitated so I suggested that Steve might like to have the first dance.

He put his arms round Kim and they shuffled round with her head resting against his shoulder. He soon made the first move sliding his hands down and resting them on her backside. Next he began to gently caress her at the same time as he stooped and kissed her. At first it was just quick darting kisses, but then they became longer and deeper, their tongues exploring each other in a foretaste of the intercourse which would surely follow.

I watched as Steve's right hand slid up and cupped one of Kim's breasts. How he must have loved the soft, firm weight and the way her erect nipple was pressed against his fingers. Her hand was on the back of his neck and she was running her fingers through his hair. Steve began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse and had just undone the last one when the track came to a close.

I felt it was only fair to give Mike a chance so I asked him if he wanted to take over. My eyes met Kim's in the few seconds it took Mike to reach her and I saw nothing to suggest concern or even unease.

He put his arms round her waist and immediately began to kiss her. His hands then slid up the open front of her blouse and he began to squeeze and knead her breasts. Next he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and her breasts came into full view. But the cuffs were still fastened and Mike wasted precious time fiddling to undo them.

By the time he'd got her blouse off the song had finished and it was time to hand Kim back to Steve. She was stood there in just her skirt, knickers and sandals as Steve reclaimed her. Her tits looked fabulous; all tits are nice, but Kim's are 36D and I think that's perfect - a nice handful without being big and gross.

Steve made no attempt to dance with her, he just smothered her neck with kisses, then his head slid down and he latched onto one of her breasts. Kim did look awkward and embarrassed then because she was stood facing us while Steve marvelled at the touch and taste of her breasts. Whilst his mouth was busy at the front, his hands were working at the rear. There was the rasp of a zip and Kim's skirt slid to the floor. Almost immediately Steve dropped to his knees and grasped the sides of her panties. Slowly, almost reverentially he lowered them, exposing the forest of curls above Kim's secret valley.

Kim put one hand on Steve's shoulder which allowed her to raise first one foot, then the other so that he could remove her panties.

Steve stood up, held out his hand and led Kim towards the patio doors. Mike stood up, but Kim surprised him (and me) by asking him to wait because she couldn't cope with two men at the same time. He gave a disappointed yes.

Now it was my turn to feel awkward. I wanted to watch while they had sex with Kim. She had said yes to that and it had been one of the terms Steve and Mike had agreed to. Even so I felt like an intruder, but the compulsion to watch could not be denied and I followed them.

A few more steps and they were almost at the entrance to the bedroom. Kim suddenly stopped and looked back at me with an odd, almost alarmed look on her face. I gave what was meant to be a reassuring smile, but could feel a cold knot of panic rising in my stomach and wondered if she couldn't go through with it.

Steve leaned across and his right hand rested lightly on Kim's backside. As a gesture it was nothing really, but at that moment it took on a huge significance. It was a statement of ownership - Kim's body was his. He guided her into the bedroom.

I followed and they were stood by the bed. The room was lit by a single lamp whose orange shade created a soft, warm light and some enticing shadows. They kissed again and then Steve's head moved downwards and gently, carefully he kissed and sucked her breasts. His hands roamed across her backside, then one hand slid round the front and between her legs.

He seemed to love the feel of her luxuriant bush, twirling his fingers through the dense, curly hairs but then headed down to her secret valley. She gasped and I realised that he'd slid a finger into her love channel. Prior to me there had only been two youths (you couldn't call them men) who had touched Kim's pussy. Now a near stranger was finger fucking her.

He guided her the short distance towards the bed and she lay back across it, but with her backside perched on the edge. He pushed her thighs apart and then his tongue probed along her slit, testing her velvet wetness, before he started to tease her engorged clitoris. He used a rapid flickering motion and Kim started to writhe and moan as waves of orgasmic pleasure swept across her.

As she calmed down and the sensations subsided, Steve told her to move up the bed. She shuffled up so that her head was resting on the pillows. Steve began to undress in a relaxed, unhurried manner. He seemed to be totally in control and Kim's role was to be there for his pleasure. I thought she might well prefer that; she's normally quite submissive and likes the man to take charge, and Steve seemed to have done that without really saying anything.

With his shirt off, Steve began to remove his trousers. Next he pulled his shorts down. A stiff cock bounced encouragingly upwards. Naked I had to admire his broad-shouldered and muscular proportions. He had the sort of build that might lead to weight problems when he was older, but for now he was very fit.

Kim was laid back on the bed and although she was naked she had bent her legs and drawn her knees up slightly, so that she wasn't really showing anything, even her bush was largely hidden. In the circumstances it was a relatively modest pose, but Steve wanted to see more of her charms. Very simply and directly he asked her to spread her legs. Some of her nervousness had evaporated or perhaps it was just the subdued lighting which made her feel bolder. Anyway she was happy to fulfil his request and spread her legs in an unspoken invitation.

He climbed onto the bed and moved above her with his weight on his elbows. He didn't kiss her, instead, looking deep into her eyes, he shifted his position slightly and she gasped as the warm, hard tip of his cock brushed against her cunt lips. He made a small adjustment to his stance and his cock rested purposefully against her pussy.

There was a pause and it was clear the decisive moment had arrived. Until now my wife's sweet married pussy had only ever known one cock, but that was about to change. Steve leaned into Kim, her cunt lips parted and she yielded to the rigid arrogance of his hot, hard cock. She cried out as that first firm thrust spread her love tunnel and took him deep inside her.

He settled onto Kim and they kissed deeply and passionately. He began to build up a rhythm, thrusting into her with powerful, but steady strokes. His thrusts drew a series of gasps and groans from Kim and these became louder and more intense as another orgasmic wave swept across her. Holding her even tighter, Steve continued to ram into her, but now he urged her to cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly as she came. Her instinctively reserved nature fell away. Battered by Steve's powerful thrusts, she surrendered to the sensations and came again and again.

Finally the waves of pleasure began to recede, Steve recognized this and changed to slower, gentler thrusts.

"Was that nice?" he asked.

"It was good - very, very good."

"I hope I gave you pleasure. It felt good, it felt as though we were two bodies moving as one. You are very attractive and very sexy. Beautiful to look at, but with a reserve that has to be overcome before you surrender yourself fully."

They seemed to have forgotten I was in the room and their brief but intimate chat was having an effect on Steve because there was a noticeable increase in the tempo and force of his thrusts.

"I won't be able to hold back much longer," he warned Kim. "Paul said it was OK to cum inside you and I want to do that, I want to leave my sperm deep inside you."

"Yes, yes. I want to feel you cum. I won't have been fucked properly unless you cum inside me."

"OK, but let's change position."

Sliding round he easily manoeuvred Kim so that he was laid on the bed and Kim was on top. She dangled her breasts in front of him and he quickly latched onto one of them sucking the nipple avidly.

Steve levered himself upright so that they were face to face. Now Kim really was fully impaled on his cock, it surely couldn't have gone any deeper into her.

He thrust upwards and she began to ram her hips back against him. Both of them were aroused fully and passionately. They kissed hungrily, their tongues and lips colliding in a messy, but exciting manner. Suddenly Steve clamped his mouth tight against Kim's. Even so, some sort of gasp escaped her lips as he gave a brutal upward thrust. I realised that was it and he was pumping his sperm into my wife's pussy. Kim threw her head back and urged him on.

"Yes. Do it in me. Please do it in me. Fill my cunt with your sperm."

They stayed locked together for a while, exchanging small, tender kisses, but then Steve extracted himself.

"I'll have to go."

He slipped his shorts on, gave Kim one last tender kiss and then slipped out of the room. Kim lay back on the bed. Steve's sperm was trickling out of her cunt and I could tell that he had fired quite a load into my wife. Normally she would have got a tissue and tidied herself up, but tonight I'd asked her not to, so she left it.

I could hear words outside and then Mike entered. The few clothes he was wearing were soon removed and without saying anything he positioned himself between Kim's legs. There was a particular intensity to him as he placed his cock against the entrance to her pussy and slid easily into her slick wetness.

I was expecting a similar session to the one with Mike, but all that happened was a series of increasingly rapid thrusts then he went rigid, groaned and added his load to the store already inside my wife's pussy.

They lay without speaking for what seemed like a while, but in reality probably didn't last very long. Mike rolled off Kim and for the first time ever sperm from two men trickled from her pussy.

He dressed quickly, gave me a smile and left the room. I retrieved Kim's clothes from the patio and returned them to her. She dressed in a matter of seconds and we joined Steve and Mike on the patio.

I'd made it clear that we would be leaving almost immediately, so it was really just a case of thanking them for everything. That did feel a bit weird, but I couldn't bring myself to say thank you for fucking my wife.

They knew tomorrow was our final day and I told them we would pop round at midday and say goodbye. So I shook hands with the two men who had just fucked my wife, thanked them again and we headed back to our cottage.

Walking up our driveway I asked Kim how she felt.

"Wet, very wet. My knickers are soaking. Lets get inside."

So I let Kim in and locked the door behind us. We went straight through into the bedroom and I got Kim to lie on the bed and pose for a rather hurried series of photos. The amount of sperm staining her knickers was very obvious and on the final few shots she was naked and you could see that her cunt lips were gaping from the passage of Steve and Mike's cocks.

I put the camera down and sank onto my wife's body. Her pussy felt incredible - hot and very, very wet. I'm afraid all I managed were a few thrusts (half a dozen at most) then I groaned and added another load to the store already inside Kim's pussy. We clung to each other for a while and then I rolled off Kim. More sperm trickled from her pussy and down onto the bed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just couldn't hold back. I was so excited watching you that I thought I was going to explode." Kim moved onto her side so she could see me better.

"Was it really so exciting? Did it really turn you on so much?"

"Oh God yes", I replied. "There was that moment when Steve penetrated you. Or rather that sound. I heard it so clearly; it was like nothing I've heard before, somewhere between a sigh and a groan. You sounded wonderful, so sexy. What does it feel like to be an experienced woman?"

"Nice, very nice. I thought I might not enjoy it but I did."

"Steve made you cum didn't he?"

"Yes, twice."

"And he came didn't he?"

"Yes. He came inside me. You know how I like it when you cum - the feeling of that last extra deep thrust - well it was just as nice with Steve."

She told me all the details. She described how Steve had felt surprisingly different, partly because of his stockier build, but also because of the girth of his prick and the different rhythm of his thrusts. Inevitably I asked her if Steve was a better lover than me and she said that he hadn't been better, but it had felt very different and if she closed her eyes she could easily tell that it wasn't me fucking her.

I would have liked to talk for longer, but Kim said she was exhausted and would have to sleep. So we settled down and my final thoughts were of Kim urging Steve to fill her cunt with his sperm.

When I woke in the morning brilliant sunshine was straining against the curtains. I waited a while then left the bedroom as quietly as possible. Kim slept on for another hour and still looked a bit bleary eyed when she wandered out onto the patio.

A slow, leisurely breakfast revived her and then it was really just a case of tidying the cottage and packing our things into the car. It was almost exactly midday when we pulled onto Steve and Mike's drive and knocked on their door. We went out onto the patio again. How different it looked from last night when Kim had been slowly and deliciously undressed while she danced with Steve and Mike. I was caught a bit off guard when Steve asked if we wanted to stay for a spot of lunch.

"And perhaps even a spot of fun," he said with an attempt at a roguish smile. I hesitated, but Kim stepped in almost immediately.

"No, last night was great, but it was a one-off and it's not going to be repeated."

Steve shrugged and said OK, but could he have one last proper kiss. Now it was Kim's turn to shrug and say OK. Steve kissed her passionately and began to squeeze her breasts. She didn't exactly object, nor was she over enthusiastic and when his hand began to move towards her pussy she quickly stopped him. She smoothed her dress down and went across to Mike.

"Goodbye Mike." She kissed him; a warm, friendly kiss, but not a passionate one.

A couple of minutes later we were in our car and pulling off their drive. Accelerating down the road I looked in the rear view mirror and caught a final glimpse of the cottage where last night my wife had turned my fantasy into reality and spread her legs for two men she barely knew.