Let me give you a little background on ourselves. I am 5' 9" and
medium build, my wife Rosie is 5' 7", blonde, slimmer than me
with nice 36D breasts and a killer pair of legs. We have never
swung, nor have we ever cheated on each other. We have watched
lots of porn though and she knows I've fantasised about her
fucking another man.

Due to a misspent youth and from smoking a lot of pot, my
swimmers aren't as good as they should be, plus I suffer from
performance anxiety, probably from punching well above my weight.
Thanks to this though, I'm good with my mouth and hands, and I
also have a prescription for little blue pills.

Now, a few years ago, my wife and I were invited to my company
Christmas party up North. John, a work buddy of mine, offered to
put us up as his place for the night so we could share the cost
of a taxi and also keep him company while his wife was at her
Christmas do down south. As he only had a single bed in the guest
room, he offered to sleep in there and let us have their bed,
naturally we protested, we've spent many a night cuddled up in a
single bed before, but John was having none of it.

The journey down to the venue was uneventful, we chatted about
work and who would be at the party, all while John was doing his
best to not talk to Rosie's breasts. He did rather well too,
considering the low cut top she was wearing.

At the party we stayed in our little group, occasionally mingling
with co-workers and their spouses, and dancing when the music was
right. The champagne was flowing well too, as the CEO was flexing
the company credit card.

When we got back to John's, we said our goodnights and went to
our respective bedrooms.

Rosie jumped out of her clothes and in to bed. I followed suit,
keeping my boxers on, thinking that, because we were at a
friend's house, having not taken my Viagra and knowing the effect
booze has on my libido, she wouldn't be in the mood. How wrong I
was!

She started by whispering in my ear, "Steve, that champagne has
gone to my head, I'm feeling horny."

Stroking my cock through my boxers, trying to coax it into life,
I turned on to my back as she disappeared under the duvet and
swung her leg over my head. Taking my limp cock in her mouth and
using her tongue under the head, she backed up so I could lick
her pussy. Rosie's clit was swollen and inviting as I sucked and
flicked it with my tongue, building her up to a slow, rolling
orgasm.

One of the things that really turns me on, is hearing Rosie cum.
My penis, through her oral ministrations, and listening to her
orgasm, was raising its head to, what I thought, was a rather
impressive length.

Rosie though, had forgotten we weren't at home, raised her head
from my cock and came, screaming that she was cumming as my
finger found her g spot and I licked her clit forcefully.

I was sure that we'd closed the bedroom door but, as I released
her clit and turned my head to check, I could see the door
standing ajar and in the gloom of the hallway, John stood with
his erect penis in his hand. He hadn't seen me looking though as
his attention was focused on my alluring wife, who was currently
oblivious and bucking with wild abandon as my fingers massaged
her pussy to another climax and her breasts bounced in the dim
light.

"I need that cock now Steve!" She cried on the brink of another
orgasm.

With the shock of knowing that John was watching, my penis had
started its journey down to softness again. Rosie knew this, but
didn't know of our voyeur, so I asked if she'd like to be
satisfied by another cock?

"Fuck yes!" She said, thinking I was fantasising just trying to
make it rise again, "But we can't wake him!"

I waved him in. At first he was shocked, as was Rosie, but he
entered the room and Rosie was still buzzing from the champagne
and her last orgasm. She eyed up his cock, licked her lips and
said "Come here, big boy." She got up as he approached the bed
shyly, his hard penis leading the way. I was still on my back as
she lowered herself to my face and took John in her mouth. I
carried on licking and fingering her back to the peak of orgasm
but she needed more, she needed cock and she needed it now!

Rosie let go of John's cock. The thin string of saliva and
pre-cum joining her lips to his manhood, broke as she turned
around and knelt on the bed, offering her pink and swollen pussy
to him. She resumed her skilful sucking on my penis as John went
to enter her from behind. "Don't cum in me!" she said, "I'm not
on the pill and I think it's my fertile period."

"I'll grab a condom." he said, but she was swallowed by lust and
pleaded to be fucked immediately. Not one to turn down an
opportunity he ploughed, unprotected into her wanton pussy.

"Fuck! It's so big!" She squealed as he entered her effortlessly
and she came after a few strokes. Hearing her cum on another
man's cock, my own penis sprang to life and she gobbled it
greedily as John's cock relentlessly fucked her.

John was trying not to cum and she must have sensed it was close
because she straightened up, letting John fall out of her pussy
and my now hard cock from her grasp.

We tried anal once, but she wasn't too keen on it. She did
however; own a slim vibrator that I'd use in her bum whilst I
looked after her pussy. Now though, she said she'd like to try
something more adventurous. Her arse was well lubricated with
saliva, as was my cock and she lowered herself apprehensively on
to it, pausing as my head touched her ring, she impaled herself
on my throbbing member. John took his queue and, as Rosie leaned
back with me underneath, he pushed his unsheathed penis slowly
into her waiting cunt.

It was unlike anything I'd felt before. I could feel him
penetrating her pussy through the walls of her anus. His head
rubbing against mine through the gossamer thin lining of her
entrance. Aroused like never before, I made hardly any movements,
yet my cock began to pulse as he fucked my wife slowly. Rosie
felt it too and she started to cum as I emptied myself into her
bowels. She also felt John start to pull out and, overcome by
desire, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper
as he erupted into her womb.

Exhausted, we lay there, entangled, catching our breath as the
enormity of what we'd just done sank in.

John broke the spell first, removed his spent penis from my
wife's swollen pussy, kissed her cheek and went to the guest
room.

Rosie climbed off me, went to the en-suite, sat on the toilet and
started sobbing.

I followed her in but she stopped me with a look. "What have we
done?" She asked. "That just wasn't me! I can't believe that was
me! What was I thinking? What were WE thinking?"

"We just got caught in the moment love!" I said, "It all happened
so fast and we got so horny that..."

"I could be pregnant!" She cried, "I don't know what came over
me? He started to pull out but I stopped him!"

"If you are then we'll just have to live with it" I said. "You've
always wanted children and my sperm is just too bloody lazy to
give you them. On the plus side, John and I are similar, people
mistook us for brothers at the party. We'll get through this."

"Do you think so?" She implored.

"Of course we will." I said. "We've been through worse and got
out unscathed".

She hugged me fiercely, I hugged her back.

"You go back to bed, I'll be in in a sec" she said.

Two minutes later she was back under the covers and her arm
snaked around me, holding me close.

I was woken in the morning by the sound of running water. Rosie
was in the shower, singing softly to herself. I stayed on my
side, dozing, listening to my wife when the bedroom door opened.

"Steve, are you awake mate?" John whispered. "I've left my
toothbrush in the bathroom!" I feigned sleep. He tiptoed around
the bed, looked at me, then tiptoed to the bathroom door. He
stayed still in the doorway for a moment, mesmerised by my wife's
gorgeous frame. She jumped when she saw him. "Sorry Rosie." he
said "forgot my toothbrush."

"It's not all you've forgotten." she replied.

"Yeah, sorry. Steve was asleep so I thought I'd just grab it
quick without you noticing."

"Well, I've noticed you now" she said coyly. "Someone else seems
to have noticed too!" She pointed to the tent in his boxers.
"Steve will probably be asleep for another half hour, why don't
you point that thing somewhere useful?"

I couldn't believe it! Was my wife seducing him? I turned over
quietly to see but the door had been closed.

I crept as silently as I could to the door, the running water and
my wife's moans masking my approach, hoping for a glimpse of
their coitus.

I pushed the door slowly. Through the gap in the door frame I
could see her bent over, gripping the sides of the bath as John
expertly pounded her from behind. "Fuck me. Harder. Oh God!!!.
Fuck me, FUCK ME!!!!" She screamed brazenly, seemingly not caring
about the husband she'd left asleep on the bed.

"I'm going to cum!" He shouted.

"Cum in me!" She screamed, "Fill me, fill me, cum in meeeeeee,
oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!" She cried as he shot his second load
into her married, fertile pussy.

My cock was rock hard as I climbed back into bed, listening to
them panting after their session.

He left the bathroom with his toothbrush and returned to the
guest room.

My wife came out of the bathroom with a towel around her hair and
her pussy, puffy from a fresh fucking and leaking her lover's
sperm. "I know you heard that!" She said "I need finishing off
and I don't want to waste that hard on!" She climbed on to the
bed and straddled my waist. My cock penetrated her folds as she
rocked herself gently at first then, as she came hard, grinding
her pussy down onto my painfully throbbing member.

We lay cuddling as John entered the room saying that he needed to
pick Sheila up from the station. "We'll get breakfast ready
then." Rosie said, "It'll be nice for her to come back to a fry
up."

We got showered, dressed and plated up the breakfast as Sheila
walked in the door.

We sat chatting, not mentioning the threesome and possible
breeding of Rosie, when John said that it would be nice to have
us up again, Sheila said that that would be lovely as she had
spent hardly any time with Rosie and knew they would be great
friends.

Two years later and Beatrice is the spitting image of her mother,
although I'm often told that the dark hair is the same as mine.
It could be too, I did fire quite a lot of my little swimmers up
there in the weeks following, thanks to my fantasy come true.
We've never and will never have a paternity test as I love my
little girl as if she were my own, whomever the father is.

We still go up to see Beatrice's Aunty Sheila and Uncle John
every so often, but nothing like the previous events have ever
unfolded since. Although I'm sure John would like another turn
with my wife, we've never had enough champagne to get Sheila in a
fizzy mood!

Maybe next time we'll take Tequila?