THE DELIVERY MAN

THE DELIVERY MAN.

I've been married to Leila for nearly twelve years. We met at college and we've been together ever since, college sweethearts and each other's first and only lovers. That sounds all very romantic but leaves us rather innocent in the bedroom department. The problem seems to be that neither of us is particularly dominant or assertive and so neither of us is willing to take the lead and be adventurous. Another thing is that I'm slightly bicurious and I have to take care to hide that from my wife. The result is that I'm sure that Leila would like more experimentation than I'm prepared to indulge in, or would even know how to. But I was beginning to think that our rather pathetic sex-life was starting to damage our relationship and I had to do something about it. So one evening when we were in bed talking I asked her outright if she thought our lack of experience had stunted our enjoyment, and I was absolutely shocked when she rolled on her side to look straight at me and answered a lot more candidly than I expected.

‘It's got to have Adam, hasn't it?' She answered. ‘You're the only lover I've ever had, how do I know if you're good or just mediocre.'

‘So do you regret not having had other partners?' I asked, thrown by her honesty.

‘Sometimes, yes. I mean, I'd like someone to dominate me, tell me what to do or just do things to me. There must be loads of things we've never tried because we don't know how to start things off.'

I thought for a minute or so and realised she was probably right because I'm simply not an adventurous lover. I'm most comfortable with being told what to do as well. I think the most daring thing I've done of my own accord is to go down on her, and that only a few times. But it seemed to me now that she was inviting a question and that I had no option but ask it.

‘So what would you like to try?'

‘A different cock.'

The answer was so direct and so unanticipated that it left me quite literally speechless. I hadn't expected it at all, but thinking back she had probably been waiting her chance to speak out for a long time.

‘You want to have sex with another man?' I eventually asked incredulously. What surprised me most was that I wasn't upset about it.

‘Bluntly Adam, yes.' She nodded quite vigorously. ‘And not just once, but on a regular basis.'

‘What you're saying then,' I spoke slowly and thoughtfully. ‘Is that you want to take a lover?'

‘Not a lover, I already have you to love me. But just a man to call round regularly and keep me satisfied. What they call a fuck buddy.'

There was a long and thoughtful silence and then she asked me. ‘What do you think?'

She must have been pretty sure of the answer to ask the question, so perhaps she knew me better than I knew myself. I decided to be as honest as she had been. ‘Yes, because I'd like to watch you getting fucked by someone else.'

It was her turn to be surprised, she gazed sideways at me. ‘Where did that come from, the watching bit I mean?'

‘I don't know, it's just something I've thought about.' I had thought about it in a vague sort of way, mainly as a possible threesome, but I'd never considered the idea more than a dream.

‘Just watch?'

I knew what she expected me to say, that she could enjoy two men in one session, but I didn't want that. I was leaning in an entirely different direction. I tried to hint at it with something I suddenly realised I'd find enjoyable. ‘Mostly, but I would like to guide his cock into your pussy the first time you do it.'

‘Wow, now we are getting down to it, aren't we?' She looked part shocked and part delighted. I wasn't certain which I wanted to see.

There was the longest pause in our whole conversation while we both digested things.

‘I didn't think you were into men.' She said finally.

‘I'm not really, but if we're going to experiment then it's something I'd like to do just so everyone knows the consent is mutual.' It was nearly true, and it would let me touch another man's cock for the first time.

‘Yes, all right.' She said carefully. ‘I can understand that.'

I won't bore you with the details, but we had a long talk about it and decided that we needed a man who would turn up regularly and who wouldn't mind my presence sometimes, especially the first time, and who was prepared to take charge. Then Leila told me that she was more than willing to try pretty much anything, so we also needed someone imaginative, maybe even a bit kinky. I figured that I wouldn't mind that, because if I saw her doing something different with him, then I might be able to copy him and extend my experience a bit too.

It was a strange and unexpected conversation, and just about the only thing we didn't figure out was how we could make this happen. We talked long and hard, but eventually we decided we had no idea how to meet someone, and so we gave up. I suppose we could have gone online but somehow that didn't appeal, and anyway we'd need to post photos that might be seen by our family. I'm sure posting photos would have helped; I mean Leila is raven haired, tanned, delightfully curved and stunningly beautiful, and I'm not the ugliest guy in the world, but we simply daren't. It was typically spineless of us I suppose, but we didn't think we could ever make anything happen and so the idea was shelved pending an opportunity coming up of its own accord.

But then the opportunity came much sooner than we expected. We had ordered a new television from a large electrical store and arranged for it to be installed one afternoon. Neither myself nor Leila are very confident with technology so even though modern sets virtually install themselves we still wanted someone to come along and set it up for us, and the company we bought it from promised exactly that.

It was quite late in the afternoon when the doorbell finally rang, in fact we'd begun to wonder if the promised delivery was going to happen at all, but they hadn't let us down. I answered the door and met a tall well built young man with an infectious dimpled grin.

‘I've brought your new telly.' He announced, grinning even wider when I peered around and failed to see any such thing before realising that it was leaning up against the wall beside the door. I stood back and held the door wide for him, watching with some respect as he hefted a box that almost obscured him and carried it through with little apparent effort. But then I supposed he was doing similar things every working day.

He set the thing up and then went through everything with us, making sure we understood what did what and how. But all the time I could see him eyeing Leila up and down, his eyes returning time and again to her full breasts pressing at the front of her white blouse. He hardly glanced at me; every remark was addressed to my wife. Leila had clearly noticed his attentions too and was basking in them. She leaned close and whispered in my ear. ‘Do you remember what we said?'

I knew instantly what she was talking about. ‘Yes.' I whispered back.

‘I wouldn't mind it being him.'

‘Someone you've only just met?' I was shocked.

‘Why not? We said it couldn't be anyone we know, and we don't know him at all. And he looks good.'

I could see that. He was well built, tall, good looking, and even though he was a few years younger than us he had an easy confident air about him. I tried to imagine them together and liked the idea.

‘Yes, why not? Let's go for it.' I told her, meaning it.

‘Have you got time for a coffee?' She asked him, speaking normally again.

‘Yes, thank you.' He answered. ‘Black, one sugar, please. You're my last stop today so I'm ready for one.'

‘Oh good, I didn't know if you had to get home to your family.'

To my ears that was a too obvious fishing remark, but he seemed not to notice. ‘No, I live on my own.'

‘How about you Adam?' She asked, standing and heading for the kitchen door with his eyes following her swaying bottom.

‘Yes please.' I replied as she disappeared into the kitchen. Now I had to find some way of broaching the subject before she returned. He could either say yes or get offended, and I hoped it would be yes. The whole idea was getting more and more tempting by the minute. I licked my lips, plucked up as much courage as I could and just launched into it.

‘I'm a lucky man, aren't I?' I tilted my head towards the kitchen door, making it clear I meant Leila.

‘Very, I would say,' His eyes were fixed on the open door, waiting for her to reappear. ‘She's a beautiful lady.'

I didn't push it for the moment, mainly because I couldn't think how to. Instead I sat and watched as he put the used packaging back in the box ready to take away with him. Soon Leila returned with the coffees and put them down on the little side tables, placing one beside the chair opposite hers as an indication of where she would like him to sit.

‘I'm Adam and this is Leila.' I told him as he sat down. ‘What's your name?' Yes, I know it sounded clumsy, but I wasn't used to such things.

‘Dan.' He answered, looking just a little disconcerted at the question. I think he wondered why it had taken until he'd finished for us to become suddenly friendly, but he didn't comment.

‘Thanks for the coffee.' He said suddenly after a minute or two's total silence.

‘You're welcome.' Leila told him. ‘You've done a good job.'

Dan raised his cup in awkward acknowledgment. ‘Thanks.'

‘I bet you get some strange people to call on, don't you?' I asked looking for some way of steering the conversation to where I wanted it.

‘Sometimes.' he told me, looking surprised and not really wanting to discuss his customers.

‘Do you ever get women coming on to you?' I pressed.

‘It's happened.' The look on his face and the little nod of his head told me that it had.

‘What did you do?'

He was evidently not going to answer that one openly and he hedged it a little.

‘It depended on who was offering.' He replied, smiling conspiratorially but looking a little uncomfortable in Leila's presence.

‘What would you do if Leila came on to you?'

He hadn't seen that one coming! He looked quickly at Leila while he figured out what to say. She was gazing at me with a quirky little smile on her face, almost as if congratulating me on finally getting things out there.

‘I should think it's a bit unlikely that any woman would try and chat up a visitor with their husband sitting next to them.'

I'll give him full marks for diplomatically fending the question off, but he did leave himself open to the follow up one.

‘If I wasn't here, would you like to have her?'

I could almost see his brain working as he tried to find an answer that wouldn't offend anyone, and then he came up with another swerve.

‘Are there many red-blooded men who wouldn't?'

‘Well, you can have her if you want her.'

Dan just sat there, obviously stunned by what I had just said. He looked from me to Leila, trying to understand if she agreed. She didn't say a word but she sat opposite him and smiling at me, telling him without words that she was in full agreement. Once again it was as if I could see his mind working, wondering if he was being set up for something or if I was genuinely offering him my stunningly beautiful and sexy wife. Maybe he thought it was a put up job, done with the idea of a potential claim against him or his employers for sexual assault or something similar. He shook his head, obviously wishing he could but having to say no.

I stood up, taking Leila's hand and pulling her to her feet so that she stood in front of me, smiling down at him with my hands resting on her shoulders from behind. This was hard, I'm uncomfortable fronting anything, let alone offering my wife to a strange man.

‘She's yours if you want her.' I repeated, feeling adrenalin surge from finding the nerve to speak like that. ‘She wants you, no strings and no comeback.'

He opened his mouth as if to say yes, and then closed it again and looked sadly down. ‘I'd lose my job if the company ever found out.' It came across as more an excuse than a reason.

‘Aren't you supposed to satisfy your customers?' I said it with a chuckle, trying to lighten the load.

‘Well, yes, but I don't think they mean having sex with them.'

‘Well, we aren't about to tell them, and there's nobody else who will ever know.'

‘But why?' He asked eventually, trying hard to justify what he clearly wanted to do.

‘Because I want to see her with another man.'

He must have thought I was mad, but the look on my face told him I meant it. He hesitated, clearly tempted but still unable to say yes.

‘Is this some sort of cuckold thing?' He asked, trying to get his head around it.

‘Partially.' I admitted. ‘But only coincidentally. We've talked about Leila having another man for a while simply because she needs more than I can give and we just needed to find a man that Leila felt attracted to.'

‘It's true Dan.' Leila spoke for nearly the first time since she'd brought the coffee in, making her voice was a seductive as her looks. ‘And I would like you to be that man.'

He was still hesitating, wanting to but too nervous to do anything about it. I tried to give him a little push by beginning to unbutton Leila's blouse.

‘She's worth it.' I told him.

I was right out of my comfort zone, but I pushed myself to look self-assured and it felt unexpectedly good. I undid the last button and worked Leila's blouse from the waistband of her slacks, pulling it open to show her white quarter cup bra, filled with the most gorgeous breasts. Then Leila slid the blouse from her own shoulders and waggled her hands to allow it to drop to the floor, managing at the same time to make her full breasts dance and jiggle inside her bra. She smiled provocatively, making Dan's eyes widen with surprise.

‘But why do you want to do it?' He asked her, looking for a way to justify having her.

She giggled. ‘Because as a present to each other we agreed to satisfy each other's wildest fantasy, and Adam's is to watch me have sex with someone else.'

That wasn't strictly true but it sounded plausible.

‘So what's yours?' He was asking that while his mind took in what she had just said

‘I want to know what it's like to have a different cock.'

‘Oh.' There wasn't a lot else he could say to that.

‘So, would you like to have her?' I went back to the original question.

He still needed a moment or two to take in what we were offering him, so he evaded an answer by asking. ‘Why me?'

It was, after all, a pertinent question. We didn't know him, we had no idea what sort of lover he'd make for her, or even if he was straight or gay, so why him? Although in retrospect, the way he was staring at her breasts had already told us that his sexual orientation was definitely straight.

‘Mainly because you're a stranger, and we wouldn't trust any of our friends not to spread it around. It's an instinctive thing, we may be wrong but we think you're open minded enough, we think you would be discreet and also because we like you.'

At the same time as I explained I reached up and unhooked my wife's bra. I could tell by his expression that when the bra fell away was the moment when at long last Dan admitted to himself that he really intended to do it. Leila has fabulous breasts, full and perky without being too heavy and they are tipped with beautiful pale brown nipples that stand out like little rubbery cylinders. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed them, offering them to him.

‘What I don't understand.' Dan told us. ‘Is why you want to do it at all?'

Just for a moment I wondered why I wanted to let another man within a hundred miles of those breasts, but then I remembered the thrill that just thinking about it gave me.

‘Because the idea turns us both on.' Leila told him candidly, her engorged nipples showing she that was telling the truth. ‘You see, our fantasies neatly dovetailed and so here we are, looking to satisfy them both in one go. Anyway, you look the experimental type and if you've got any fantasies you can always try them out on me. In fact you can come back as often as you like and I'll always make you welcome.' She glanced over her shoulder at me and I took up the story.

‘Yes, this isn't a one time offer; I want her to have a fuck buddy to keep her happy when I can't.' Which, I thought to myself, is most of the time. I went on. ‘I know it will sound odd, but the thought of someone else making love to my wife really does it for me. I want to watch you take her bareback so that she can let me see her pussy afterwards while she's still full of your cum.'

He was so busy trying to take all that in that he didn't even notice that my hands had gone to her belt and so it wasn't until he heard the buzz of her zipper that he looked at what was happening, just in time to see me push her slacks over her hips revealing white panties to match her bra. She stepped out of her slacks and stood there nearly nude, just waiting for Dan to say yes. But still he hesitated even though he knew in his heart that he eventually would. Let's be honest, if he'd really decided not to, he'd have been long gone by now.

Then Leila walked forward until she was within reach of his chair.

‘Go on Dan, touch me.' She encouraged him, her voice sounding strangely breathless. ‘Don't turn me down.'

That was a bit naughty of her to try to give him a guilt trip like that, but before he could react she bent forward a little and reached for his hand, guiding him to his feet directly in front of her. Then she placed his hand over her breast and leaned forward to kiss him. I watched eagerly, not realising that I was holding my breath until their mouths parted. His free hand automatically came up to wrap around her back and pull her closer and kiss her again, an unstated admission of intention if ever there was one. He shot a glance over her shoulder at me, looking for approval, and when he saw me standing there with a contented smile on my face he was finally won over, and we all knew it. As their kiss ended Leila released his hand and whispered into his ear. ‘If you take my panties off we can go upstairs.'

She wanted him to take that last step, knowing that by doing it he was fully committed. He crouched in front of her and reached for her panties. One last hesitant look at first Leila and then me and then, seeing agreement on both of their faces he hooked his fingers into the waistband and swiftly pulled them down, acting so quickly in case perhaps we changed our minds. But that was not going to happen; Leila rested one hand on his shoulder and promptly stepped out of them, giving Dan a quick glimpse of her smoothly shaven pussy in the process.

‘Shall we go up?' She asked, already breathing a little more deeply.

Dan nodded and stood up, swallowing dryly. She took his hand again and, with me following behind, led the way to the stairs. It might have been me who started things off, but it was unquestionably Leila who was in charge now. It must have been such a strange thing to be led upstairs to bed by a completely naked and very beautiful woman, with her husband trailing happily behind, but Dan took it in his stride now. His decision made he was no longer hesitant or bashful. I think he could hardly believe his luck and now his cock was doing his thinking for him. I know mine would have been in similar circumstances, and in fact it wasn't doing too bad as it was, pushing firmly against my zip as if wishing to be let out.

Our bedroom is nicely furnished though I say it myself, including wardrobes with mirrored doors and a thick piled cream carpet, with everything in rich but subtle colours. It was a luxurious room that centred on the king-size bed that we had bought in a moment of madness. He stood taking it all in while I went to the window and drew the curtains.

‘We can't do much with you still fully dressed.' Leila hinted as I finished the job. ‘And I want to see what you've got for me.'

He looked ready to undress as Leila pulled the duvet from the bed and rolled it up in a corner, but then he noticed that I was making myself comfortable in a bedroom chair rather than leaving them to it. I think that threw him for the moment until he remembered that I intended to stay and watch, but after the moment's hesitation he began undressing.

With the bed ready for them Leila went across to him as he was unbuttoning the cuffs of his work shirt and gave him a quick reassuring peck on the lips before she began to unfasten his belt. Before long he was standing in just a pair of boxer shorts with her fingers hooked into his waistband just as his had been in hers. I have to say that his tanned body was really well muscled, with a six pack stomach and a broad chest sprinkled with curls of black hair and with legs that could have come straight from the sports field. He put me to shame,

‘I think I'm going to like this.' She said, grinning sexily.

‘I hope so.' He told her, his voice suddenly gruff with arousal.

She dropped to her knees and pulled down his shorts, his cock twanging free and upright as the waistband went past. This time it was his turn to steady himself with a hand on her shoulder as he lifted his feet in turn to let her to remove them altogether. She looked straight at his cock from a foot or so away and giggled throatily. He was very big and rigidly erect.

‘Oh yes, I'm definitely going to like this.'

She moved forward and took him into her mouth, surprising all of us. I'd never expected her to be so brazen, but I suppose the excitement of the moment was responsible. He put his hands on her shoulders and just let her suck him, murmuring softly as her tongue slid around, under and along his cock. It was rare for her to do that to me and just for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy.

‘Leila, that looks lovely - but please don't go so far that he can't fuck you.' I cautioned her.

‘Oh, I won't.' She pulled away, looking up at Dan, rolling her eyes and smiling as if to say "well, it is his fantasy". I don't think he would have stopped her if she'd taken him all the way, and maybe I wouldn't either. But that wasn't what we were there for.

She indicated the bed with a sweep of her hand. ‘Shall we?'

She laid right in the middle of the bed with her legs wide and one hand between them holding her lovely shaved pink pussy wide open in invitation. I could even see into the slightly darker red entrance to her vagina, shiny wet and gaping wide for him. I'm sure she just wanted him inside her, but he had more on his mind than that.

‘Not yet.' He told her. ‘I'm going to do sexy things to you first.'

It was with obvious reluctance that she moved enough to let him lie beside her. I guess that after his vacillating so long she was eager for him to sink his cock into the welcoming pussy that she had shown him in case he changed his mind.

‘Don't make me wait too long.' She pleaded, and then went on. ‘And when you do I want Adam to steer your cock into me the first time we do it so that I know he really doesn't mind.'

I loved her for that, taking the responsibility for part of my fantasy so that it sounded better.

‘You'll be okay with that, won't you?' She asked him, draping an arm around his shoulder and settling back, waiting for him to touch her. He didn't answer but his eyes flicked momentarily in my direction so I know he heard, and so I took his silence as consent.

He let his hand slide down her slim body, over her wonderfully smooth mound, letting his strong fingers trace a path along her shaven labia, going down one side and up the other, and then doing it again, looking into her eyes all the time for her reaction. She was looking right back at him right up until the moment his fingertips caught her clit, and then she let out a satisfied sigh and closed them. I gazed at the pair of them, feeling my cock trying to burst through my zip, my god, what a turn on.

She was making it obvious to him what she wanted, moaning softly as he played in her slit, so that's where he concentrated, running his fingers down the inside of her labia, exploring her until he found her entrance, both of us hearing her quick intake of breath as he dipped fleetingly into her wetness. Then he did it again, lightly roaming up and down her pussy before seeking her vagina once more, although this time he pushed his index finger right inside, making her jerk with surprise. I looked at her face, seeing her eyes still closed and her mouth just open enough for the tip of her tongue to flick along her smiling lips. I was content to see her enjoying herself, but I wanted to be a part of it somehow and so I perched myself on the opposite edge of the bed and rested my hand on her knee. She looked quickly at me and smiled before dreamily closing her eyes once more.

Dan smiled to himself when he saw me reaching out to my wife and then grinned at me, withdrawing his finger from inside her and trailing her juices along her slit right the way up to her clit, making sure that I could see everything he was doing. It was as if he was teasing me with my own wife, little knowing that he was just turning me on even more. My view was even better than his, I could see everything. He circled her clit, first with one finger and then with two, brushing it gently all the time and slowly morphing the circular motion into back and forth movements across the tip. She grunted quietly with pleasure, her hips moving slightly with his actions, until eventually she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.

‘I'm going to come soon.' She half-whispered, gripping harder onto his shoulder.

‘That's good.' Dan replied, shooting a quick glance at me. I was just sitting and staring with rapt attention.

‘I'm going to come.' She repeated, this time addressing me with a voice thick with arousal. ‘From what a strange man is doing to me, and you will see it happen. Isn't that marvellous?'

‘Marvellous, darling.' I agreed breathlessly.

Her free hand reached out for mine and we held hands while Dan played with her clit. It was a bizarre scenario, but I'd already accepted that this was no normal situation and so now I was just enjoying it while he worked to make her come. He rubbed her clit harder and more rapidly, listening as her pleasure sounds became louder and her movements more insistent, and knowing, I guess, that she was nearly there.

Suddenly she gasped hoarsely and her hips lifted from the bed, her back arching and her hips thrusting jerkily at his fingers. She gripped my hand hard enough to turn her knuckles white and I saw the nails of her free hand plough his shoulder into long red furrows as the power of her climax overwhelmed her. He looked sharply at me but I ignored him, gazing transfixed at my wife as she came, excitement shining from my eyes. All the way through her climax we remained like that, with Dan rubbing Leila's clit, she gasping loudly and me watching spellbound as my wife was pleasured. Finally she gave a long groan of fulfilment and dropped back onto the bed, breathing heavily, her orgasm over.

He lifted his hand away and rolled onto his back, looking from Leila to me, clearly wondering what we had made of it all. I was gently stroking her thigh, gazing at my wife's wet and shiny pussy with genuine delight, while Leila just lay there breathless, unable to speak but smiling contentedly.

‘My god, that was awesome.' I whispered eventually. ‘I'm so glad I was here to see it.'

‘Yes it was.' Leila agreed after a moment or two, still breathing heavily. ‘And so am I.' We smiled happily at each other before she turned her attention back to Dan.

‘Thank you.' She told him earnestly. ‘It was wonderful. But don't stop, I can come again before we....'

I could see that he was impatient to have her properly now, but I think he was also taking strange pleasure in playing with her in front of me. I'd expected him to feel inhibited by my presence, but instead I feel sure it was adding to his excitement too. I think my rather passive demeanour was helping him, as if letting me watch him give my wife another orgasm was quite normal. He looked at me and then rolled back onto his side and reached for her pussy, letting his hand find its way over her pubic mound.

I couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily wet she was as he let his fingers trail along her slit, too hot to be satisfied with him just rubbing her clit this time. I think he had picked up on that too and knew she wanted him to play in her vagina and that suited his present mood fine. He had hardly any need to seek her entrance; she was so wide open and slippery that his two fingers found it almost automatically. She moaned softly in encouragement and so, wriggling down the bed a little, he plunged them in as deep as he possibly could. Her bright eyes shot wide with excitement as he did it, but then she settled to a faraway smile again as he set up a hard and rapid rhythm, thrusting into her with his fingers hooked to try and catch on her g-spot.

‘This is so good.' She gasped, and then abruptly turned to me as if suddenly remembering my presence. ‘Are you enjoying it?'

The rock hard erection hidden inside my pants answered that even as I told her eagerly. ‘Yes, darling. It's wonderful.' And it was.

I think Dan was finding things still a bit weird because he kept looking from me to Leila, down to her body and then back to me, as if looking for reassurance. But I don't know why he should need it, I mean I was sitting on the bed damn near salivating and Leila was rocking her head from side to side with a smile of pure ecstasy on her face. But then I suppose he's never been in a set up like this and I can't blame him for wanting to be sure.

Fortunately Leila came quickly this time, letting out the same sudden throaty gasp as before, her hips jerking into the air. This time her climax was shorter, though no less powerful, and she was soon sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving and her legs visibly trembling.

‘My god, this is something else.' She managed to whisper after a minute or so. For a few seconds nothing else was said, but then she very quietly asked ‘Shall we do it?'

We all knew what she meant; she was just making absolutely certain that I was happy for a stranger to have her. Of course I was, it was what I'd already said I wanted and what everything so far had been leading up to, but she, like Dan, was making sure.

I spelled it out explicitly. ‘Yes darling, do it. I want to see him fuck you. I want to see him go right up inside you and shoot his load into you. Do it, but make sure I can see his cock fucking you.' I could feel that my eyes were wide and shining, and it was my arousal, my need to see my fantasy fulfilled, that was making my language so unexpectedly coarse. I literally couldn't wait to see him with my wife.

‘Come on.' Leila was holding her arms out to him.

He rolled on top of her, and then remembered my request and paused, parting his legs for me to reach under him with his cock just inches from Leila's pussy.

‘Put him into me, sweetheart' Leila whispered hoarsely. ‘I'm ready if you are.'

I moved into place behind him and reached between his legs, my palm momentarily cupping his heavy balls as my hand sought his shaft. Just doing that sent a thrill of excitement through me; I'd never touched another man before. But that was nothing compared to the kick I got as my fingers found and circled his shaft. It was strange to feel a cock in my hand without feeling the corresponding sensation in my own, and his cock seemed so much bigger, rock hard but with a soft feel to its surface, and warm too, almost hot. It was a sensation I suddenly wanted to continue feeling. I knew it couldn't of course, but I still stroked his length a couple of times, running my hand along from tip to root before, peering under him, I guided it towards Leila's entrance. She gave a little sigh as the tip of Dan's cock touched her and then moaned softly as I deliberately trailed it up and down her slit before steering it slowly into her.

‘Push.' I told him, releasing my hold on his cock.

His cock slid easily into her as he did as I asked and pushed it deeply into her wetness. Leila's arms went around him and she pulled him close, breathing heavily into his ear. It looked fabulous, her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs held open by his and his cock buried deep inside her slippery pussy. What a beautiful sight. Then he began to fuck her, thrusting into her slowly at first but then quickening his pace and plunging harder and harder. She murmured her pleasure into his ear and then her mouth found his, her tongue began dipping between his lips with a rhythm matching his thrusts. It was clearly deliberate and mischievous, but it still looked incredible - though I could see her mouth smiling her mischief around her kisses. I must admit that I love the fact that Leila can have fun in bed and her playfulness added to my enjoyment. But a minute or so later she twisted her face away to look up at me.

‘Can you see?' She asked.

‘Oh yes, it's just what I wanted to see.'

Even I could hear the excitement in my voice.

‘Fuck me harder, and don't stop.' This time she was addressing Dan - instructing him. ‘We want you to come right up inside me.'

He didn't answer verbally, he just did as she asked, ramming himself into her as forcefully and as fast as he could. She gasped a sibilant "yes" into his ear, and I saw her nails began to dig into his back. Very soon his thrusts became slightly erratic and I could hear him gasping, and from my position I could see his balls begin to tighten.

‘Are you coming?' She asked him, her voice deliberately loud enough to be heard by me as well.

‘Yes.' He couldn't say more, He was so close his voice was too taut.

I love the sensation of a climax building, the beautiful feeling that gets so intense it almost hurts, and then that fantastic release when you finally get there and your balls explode into your partner. This time was no exception, except that I was watching another man coming into my wife. It may have been my wishful thinking, but Dan's climax seemed so much stronger than mine normally is and I felt sure he'd emptied twice as much cum into Leila as I usually produce. It seemed to go on forever, I could hear him grunting and gasping each time his cock twitched inside her to release another spurt. When they finally died away he just lay there on top of her, panting for breath, his legs trembling and his whole being shuddering from the effect of wonderful sex with my Leila.

‘You didn't come, did you?' He gasped eventually; worried that he'd failed her.

‘No.' She giggled. ‘Nearly, but you beat me to it.'

‘Sorry.'

‘Don't worry; looking at him I expect Adam will finish the job of in a little while.

She was right, my cock was full to bursting and I felt so randy I couldn't wait for my turn. Dan heaved himself to one side, his magnificent cock now spent and floppy, while Leila just lay there smiling, her legs still open and her pussy now leaking with Dan's cream.

She turned her head and looked at him. ‘You will call again, won't you?' She asked him. ‘You can just turn up any time you're free and it doesn't matter if Adam's here or not, does it Adam?'

I shook my head. ‘Not a bit.' I told him. ‘I'd love it if you could call regularly and keep her happy.'

‘And you can do anything you want with me.' She added, sounding enthusiastic at the prospect. ‘I'd love to be adventurous.'

Dan looked at me questioningly.

‘You heard the lady, she's yours for the taking and I'm more than happy with that.' I was - the whole idea was getting more and more exciting. I had a mental image of coming home to find his van parked outside and finding them in the middle of something just a little kinky, although I didn't really know what.

‘Do you want to watch every time?' He asked.

‘Not every time.' I shook my head. ‘But I want to be able to sometimes.'

‘You can watch us, if you like, as well.' Leila offered him with a little sexy giggle. ‘Like in about two minutes time before I start looking for a cucumber.'

I'd forgotten that she'd been left high and dry, although she had climaxed twice already. I didn't need as second hint; I began almost tearing my clothes off in my eagerness. My cock had been rock hard for most of the time and I just needed the release regardless of who was there. Very soon I was scrambling between her legs, especially eager to take my turn with her now that Dan had filled her with cream. He just lay to one side and watched as I entered her, both of us hearing the wet squelch of her combined wetness as I pushed myself in where he had just been.

I've never performed in front of anyone else, and certainly not in front of someone who has just fucked her himself, but that day I was sure I was turned on enough not to care. But I was wrong, I did care, fucking Leila straight after Dan was one hell of a thrill. All the time I was conscious of his eyes fastened to us as we fucked and I got the impression that he was amazed that plunging my cock into a cum filled hole and getting it covered with another man's cream could appeal so much as it did to me. His curiosity was plain to see as he watched me pounding Leila as hard and fast as I could, the wet sounds coming from her sodden pussy egging me on even more.

Even though I was her second man of the evening Leila was evidently happy too, she had her arms around me as she had done with Dan, her legs were pulled back to give me better access and she was covering my face with little amorous kisses. It must have been obvious to Dan that he had added to our pleasure, and I hope that maybe he gained a little proxy pleasure from watching us make love, especially as Leila approached another climax.

As he watched her face begin to tighten, her muscles tensing as she got closer. Then her fingers stiffened on my back, digging her nails into me just as they had with Dan only a short time earlier. She gasped, the same throaty gasp, and her legs kicked the air as her body reacted to the initial stages of her orgasm. Even as I plunged into Leila I couldn't help but wonder if Dan had seen a woman come before from being fucked and if it was having the same erotic effect on him as it had when he'd been doing the fucking. In a perverse was I almost hoped it was sparking his interest once more, though I doubted that he could perform again so soon. If he thought he could, then he was welcome to try.

After her orgasm had passed Leila lay under me, gasping for breath but still encouraging me to come too. She held on to me, kissing me, whispering unintelligible sexy things into my ear, all to spur me on. It didn't take long. Very soon I found I began making little animal noises, and my thrusts became more erratic if no less forceful as I felt my body tense. I was at that wonderful point of no return, when the dam is just about to burst. Leila knew it too; she looked across at Dan still resting beside them and smiled just as I groaned aloud and my cum began to erupt, joining his inside her. Dan's cum had lubricated Leila's pussy and reduced the friction, slowing me down, with the result that when I did come it was a virtual torrent, flooding her and running out as I pulled back to thrust in and release another spurt. I could feel Leila's hands on my back, holding me close and trying not to miss out on a single drop. We had fulfilled each other's dreams and this was the celebration.

When I had finished I rolled away to the other side of Leila, so that she lay between her two lovers. Nothing was said for a few minutes, mainly because we were still recovering and because nobody was sure if they should dress or remain naked, and in Dan's case, stay or go. I think he saw it as he had fulfilled his mission and now was the time to withdraw, but when he made a move as if to get up Leila reached out and held onto his arm, making him sit back on the bed and look around at us.

‘You will come back, won't you?' She asked breathlessly, repeating her earlier need for reassurance.

‘Are you sure you want me to?' He asked in return.

‘Absolutely.' I butted in; wanting him to know it was both our wishes. ‘You can call in as often as you like, whenever you like, and it doesn't matter if I'm here or not.' I was reiterating what he'd been told earlier, but it seemed he needed the guarantee,

‘I want you to be my lover - my fuck buddy - friend with benefits, whatever you want to call it. I'm yours however and whenever you want me. And please don't leave it long before you call again.'

‘Are you at home in the afternoons?' he asked, looking at Leila.

‘Almost always.' She answered with a smile.

‘I've got an afternoon off next week.' He grinned back. ‘I'll see you on...'

That's as far as he got.

‘Don't say which day.' I interrupted quickly. ‘Just turn up.'