Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2013 12:41:36 +0000
From: Justin Woodward <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne-Marie and her Secret Lover

Anne-Marie and Her Secret Lover

by

kewtieboy from an original idea by cybermuffin.


Some months ago I received an e-mail from someone who told me he had
enjoyed some of my stories and said he had an idea for one. In ensuing
e-mails he told be about letters he had discovered some years ago in his
wife's drawer. The real story happened back in the late seventies and in it
his wife does succomb to the charms of an older man but pulls back before
any real harm is done. He had fantasised over what could have happened, or
maybe even did happen and wondered if I wanted to run with the story.

On the initial sketchy details, I decided to date my story in the current
day and ran with it. The four parts of my story follow. Half way through
writing my story, the guy sent me a fuller version of the real story. By
this time my story was well underway so rather than start re-writing I
continued until the end but I found his story, with less sex than mine,
still erotic and have therefore started my story with it.

Cybermuffin is happy to accept comments on his story to the e-mail address
at the end of the first part and, of course I am always happy to receive
feedback to my own address at the end of the total story. I hope you enjoy
this little exercise

kewtieboy


Anne-Marie,
The Real Story
by
Cybermuffin


Filthy Letters.

Cleaning out, as fifty-something couples do, I found them at the back of a
folder of notes on late 14th century romantic epics poetry. There were
three letters, dusty and loft-dirty. Not kept safely but kept all the
same. Kept where you wouldn't expect to find them. The three letters that
changed my sexual life.

Suddenly I was back in 1979 when i'd first seen those letters

My girlfriend Marie's first job was as barmaid, living at home away from
me. She was not quite 18, just under, but who cared in those days?  She was
such a sweet girl, girly but feisty and more experienced than she looked. I
knew she was seeing someone but she was very coy but excited and that'si a
real give away. You know - lots of giggling on phone but can't ever meet as
she has to work ALL the time.

Anyway she eventually told me that every night she worked this guy came in
sat at the bar and chatted to her when it was busy. He sorted out young
lads who were too cheeky to her and waited until she clocked had off to run
her home - every night.

She told me he was separated, was a sailor, had no education and left
school 16 but was very smart and though she could tell he liked ogling her
he was very fatherly in his approach to her. He had a sob story about
childhood abuse and rehabilitation through forces discipline. Just the sort
of story she'd fall for.


He was a man of world, had lots of women all round world, wife and two kids
in Plymouth but he wanted her, all very flattering.

It was very exciting, for me too.

I only saw her once that summer, strangely when he'd to go to Plymouth for
 a weekend.

She was dressed much sexier than usual and when we sucked in the car she
was extra hot - sucked for ages with lots of eye contact. She was wearing
new sexier underwear, tighter jeans and a tighter top. When I noticed the
clothes she said it was how all barmaids dressed and the older guy had
explained that tips went up in proportion to tits being visible. Tips for
tits she laughed

I had to accept it was all platonic, no matter how hard my cock told me
that it probably wasn't. She worked for another 4 weeks or so. Run home by
him every night for nearly 8 weeks. I suppose I knew he wasn't going to be
long term so I could enjoy the sexy jealousy feelings as much as I could.

We jump forward nearly six months. She went home for the weekend, on at
least one visit home she'd gone to the bar she worked in and he'd been
there but she didn't say much about that visit.

So I went to stay in her room when she was away. It was more convenient
than mine and so I often used it. As soon as she went away I was into her
panty drawer - as I always did. I'd had the panty fetish ever since I made
ample use of my mum's collection of tights and panties when younger. The
lace, the nylon the satin was all the stuff of masturbation. You can't
easily break a habit like that no matter how many sweet juicy teenage cunts
you have slid into or played with by the time you're 19.

I was rummaging in her panty drawer, looking for a new pair, when I noticed
that the liner was uneven. I'd never gone too far back in her drawer as the
sexy ones were all at the front.

I lifted the lining and there were 3 letters all with Plymouth
postmarks. It was badly written a childish handwriting. spelling mistakes
and poor grammar. I defy anyone to have slipped them back without reading.

 I opened them in date order.


Letter 1

Devonport
10th September 1978

"My darling sweet princess

7 days now since I touched your sweet juicy little cunt, tasted your
beautiful juices - but I think I can still smell you on my fingers if I use
my imagination. Despite them having been inside my wife now on more than
ten occasions. Oh god yes – I've had to fuck her a lot since I got home
– she doesn't understand why- she's just pleased to be getting so much
cock – if only she knew what's really in my head when I'm trying to push
her legs up onto my shoulders.  She's been squealing a lot – but not as
much as you did- but then maybe she's more used to my cock than you are! I
mention my wife only because I knew how much it turned you on to be a young
girl with a married man. I remember how I found out it turned you
on. Remember? When I was on the phone near the door and you noticed me very
deliberately placing my empty glass on the floor at my feet. You can't have
empty glasses in the bar -so you came across smiled, kneeled down verrrrrry
slowly looking straight up into my eyes, making sure that I saw all the way
up your short skirt, all the way up those black tights I loved cos they
made you look more like a schoolgirl than ever and of course right down the
front of your black satin blouse. Yes the one that was so shiny I always
knew when your nipples were getting hard from under my gaze. How long does
it take to pick up a glass! Then the couple trying get past so you had to
squeeze against me your hip and your arse rubbing across my crotch so that
you knew how hard it had made me.

Then when I got back to the bar the smile –`who was that – a mate?
`Oh you minx,. I said,' you trying to tease me on the phone? No it was my
wife.' And you blushing which you hadn't done with me for weeks and the
unspoken thing had been said. So would it turn you on or put you off that I
was an unrepentant, married man with an interest in teens?


So the next evening I tested you out. Same phone, same glass on floor
–but you in jeans and the very tight red top. And even slower this time
and arse rubbed against my hard cock when there was no one to squeeze
past. `Wife?' you smiled. `No' I said. `Daughter'.  I loved the look on
your face. But it didn't stop the same routine every time I made a phone
call. You didn't care if it was my wife mate or daughter - you loved to
teas – you little slut!

God you took to being a slut so quickly. Sitting at the end of the bar
every night was no hardship for me. I was hard from the first night.  I
went commando from the second night so I could enjoy the feel of my hard
wet cock even more. I loved the way you were on to the fact I asked for the
beer on the lowest shelf every time so that you had to bend over crouch
down expose your arse and tits to me – and how quickly you changed from
being embarrassed to angry to positively revelling in the un-disguised lust
of a 40 year old married man.

And of course you had to accept the offer of a run home - the drunks
outside the bar the dark walk home the buses not running. And I was real
gent. I knew how to seduce innocent girls. Though you only looked
innocent. What with fucking before 15. I knew from the first time you put
your hand round my cock. That you'd been handling them for a long
time. That your boyfriend at 12 and experiments from then on had meant you
were never going to be frightened of a big cock.

All these nights when you went from sucking my tongue to sucking my cock.
The way you traced round my tattoos with your tongue. The way you swallowed
my spunk and licked under my balls. You were so hungry for sex. I loved the
way you told me straight away that my cock was so much bigger than your
wimpy geeky boyfriend. That I made you cum in seconds and he took
hours. You see sex isn't always about ramming away for hours. The way I
looked at you behind the bar was enough to get you wet and your clit
tingling ready to be squeezed firmly as you licked the precum off me.

Those little things that are so sexy –the time I pointed out that every
time you went down to the lower shelves you were showing off your sexy pink
panties. And how you went into the store room and came back and placed them
bunched up into my hand. Little minx

Off to fuck wife now – or maybe go round to my mates – some porn and
wife's panties – his big fat juicy cock maybe that would be better. You
were actually sucked when I told you how I was bisexual how wet cocks were
as much as a turn on for me as wet cunts. But it didn't take you long to
get curious there either. Nothing you liked more in the car then me telling
you about sex with 4 men on board ship – all night - all positions as
you licked from my arsehole to the wet tip of my cock. Yes you loved all
that chat when you showed me the pic of you and your boyfriend in swimming
costumes and I said I'd like to fuck you both!Then you were little Miss
Prim again - for about 2 seconds.


Send me some pictures - I know you haven't got nude but swimsuit – short
skirts you know what I like. And two pairs of panties – OK?  This
address -all worn of course – but I don't mind if there's some of wimpy
boys spunk on them too Xxxx"

Letter 2

Devonport
19 September 1978

Oh my horny little juicy cunted teen-whore slut

You can see that being hard and away from you for another week has made me
much raunchier and homier than I was last letter. Casual cocks, wife fucked
nightly and the odd teen scrubber I've picked up down here hasn't stopped
me getting hard every time I take your knickers out of that envelope. Mm
the smell.

And it's not just me who appreciates it.

Remember I told you our mess room tradition? Everyone one we fuck is
property of all of the boys – so to speak. Everything gets pinned
up. All the letters all the pix all the panties and bras. And it's open
season for all of us we can borrow whatever letters and pics and panties
you want. And I'm very pleased to say that yours have been borrowed by the
lads more than most. The knickers are now soaked in 5 men's sperm. Which
adds to the excitement for me as you can imagine. And I'll need new pics as
some dirty bastards have got their spunk on them too. Same applies to the
letters. I pinned up both ones - its share and share everything in the
mess. The romantic one and the dirty one. If anything the romantic one has
been shared more often. Both are a bit sticky and spunky now too.

Don't be upset about that. You knew that a 17 year old posh girl just out
of school would be a favourite. And you used to love me telling you about
what all us boys got up to together in the mess room. You said you loved me
cos I was rough diamond all polished up – remember? Or maybe you just
meant the sheen on my permanently wet cockhead. But you even loved the
story I told you about the bullied recruit who had no girl friend to post
up and he got his mum to give him naked pics and her used panties – even
got her to write him filthy letters.  And then how he got found out after
one of the boys seduced and fucked the mum after a social event and he saw
the birth mark just above her shaved cunt. You can't say that didn't make
you wet.

Anyway juicy cunt-kin, the good news is I'm posted back to Rosyth next
month. And I've been having lots of chats with the lads about you.  We feel
that you're in a unique position. Most girls your age are tortured with
curiosity abortion sex but you're in a position to try it all and find out
what you like now.

So for starters we thought we'd let you sit and watch as two men suck and
fuck. Just make an excuse for a weekend and come down stay with us in the
married quarters have a whole house for the whole weekend.  Bring all your
lingerie though. I've promised the lads you'll share them. And don't say
you didn't love me in tights and pants.


Then I thought we move on to some group sex. Most girls fantasise about
this all their lives and never have the balls or the chance to try.  I'll
organise an MMF. Or MMMMF. Or MMMMMMMMMMMMMMF - whatever you feel you'd
like to try out. I'll throw in my mate Arnold who has the biggest black
cock in the Royal Navy. It's a cock that most girls would never ever get
the chance to try out.


If you hate these things then you need never try them again. But I didn't
meet a girl who didn't want to try. And again. It's time to get really
corrupted princess. I am the bad man sent to take you off the straight and
narrow. You know how hard you cum with my cock in you and two fingers deep
in your sweet arse. Think how good it would be with two cocks as deep or
deeper in you and a third stopping you squealing by being deep in your
throat and another few men spanking their fat cocks on your lush little
body.

Who'd miss that chance? I'd be there to look after you. And you could try
other things too - a bit of tying up –maybe some pain – don't say you
don't like your nipples twisted just a bit further than is tingly! And when
I put the clothes peg on your clit for a laugh you didn't object when I did
it again.

So what you say?  Send me a menu and I'll sort it out.

God my cock is so hard writing to you – you must feel so sexy to be such
a sex object for all my mates. They're all men of the world - pervs of the
world - fucked a million girls and boys but they want you so much- what a
weekend it would be for you – just say YES!  Xxx"



Letter 3

Devonport 2 October 1978

"Bitch cunt fat-fuck –whore

How dare you turn me down? Me and my mates. All our proud cocks. All our
experience in fucking and depravity and perversity. All willing to share it
with you a worthless little student cunt?

So consider yourself well and truly dumped. And don't think by the way we
couldn't have done all these things without your consent. I know exactly
where you live. But don't worry I promise nothing happens without your full
and enthusiastic consent. Not that it's cos I'm a good person. I'm a very
bad person. Remember the lads who took the piss when you were behind the
bar - about your chunky arse and thighs? How I stopped then with a
look. We'll later that week I bumped into one of them. He was in hospital
for week. And I loved it especially standing on his balls. It got me hard –
hurting him. I was thinking about it the next 3 times we fucked so
romantically in the car.


But if you don't want real sex and real cock then it's up to you. No hard
feelings of course – you gave me lots of fun otherwise what a boring few
weeks it have been up there. And if you ever change your mind just let me
and the boys know and we'll be happy to oblige.

Now fuck off bitch-cunt!

What was I to do? Those letters. What a range of emotions. I read myself
into her position. From being helped out in her first job to being offered
a gangbang and black cock in a few weeks. And never breathing a word of it
to me

Alternative Ending - --- How could I get those images out of my head?

There was only one thing to do.

I selected a pair of her slutty panties - black lace and satin full cut but
very very slutty. And a pair of sheer black lace top hold ups and made my
way to the best business hotel in town.

It didn't take long to attract a couple – two Americans bored lonely 40
something - of course - and very pervy. Forward too – I love Americans –
it wasn't more than ten minutes before I told them some of Marie's
story. Five more and I'd mentioned the stockings I was wearing and 30
seconds more before they were both stroking my jeans to feel the tops of
the hold ups just to check. And another 10 before I was in their hotel room
one sitting firmly on my face as I explored his hot sweaty balls and tiny
tight arse with my tongue while his mate swallowed my pre cum that was
running down the shaft of my cock.


How dare she! I was the slut with the guilty exquisite secret. I was the
whore pretending to be a geeky student. She was the nice innocent girl I
was to marry.


'Bite me!' I said – both of you – `bite me in places where it won't
be immediately obvious but where my girlfriend might eventually find them!'

Their eyes widened –`Under your balls? Said one. 'Between your ass
cheeks?' said the other.

I had all weeknd to catch up. And to think of how I could persuade her to
write another letter. Begging forgiveness. Offering me as sacrifice and
suggesting a week not a weekend of debauchery and filth.

And the next thirty years?  As if we'd got it out of our system.
Respectable professionals and parents - and never a mention of any
excitements of our youth. But it's good to recall and to share in this
story. And I wonder if the sailor's alive? If he is he'll still be perving
- so maybe he'll read this too.


This is a true story. The first I've written. I'd love feedback good and
bad. Oh, and If you appear in it – please get in touch – I'd love to
hear from you

Cybermuffin4433@yahoo.com


And now on to the the fantasy version:

Anne-Marie and Her Secret Lover – part one by kewtieboy
MF/orgy/bi/anal/dogging/spy cam/voyeur/ir

Like many guys I had no aspiration to be an astronaut, a high court judge
or a top fashion designer. Like most kids, my parents would have thought I
had won the jackpot if I had become a civil servant!

Born and living in an average Scottish town with a population of around
40,000, Dunfermline is the sort of place that doesn't appear on the weather
map. Now don't get me wrong, it's actually quite a nice place to stay. It
gave the world Andrew Carnegie who paid for Carnegie Hall in New York, then
felt guilty so built another one in Dunfermline!  The reason for all this
chat it to explain that I was a not bad looking guy, of average height and
build who achieved average grades and left school looking for a good,
rather than great job.

My luck with women was probably similar in that my girlfriends consisted of
girls who would go out with me, rather than ones I targeted because they
were beautiful. That changed when I was 19 though. I had seen Ann-Marie
around. She had been loyal to the same boyfriend since she was 12 and she
was a stunner at the age of 17. It was quite a shock when one night in
town, she came up and chatted to me – average me! At first I thought it
was a wind-up and she would blow me away as soon as I dropped to my knees
panting and offering my undying love, but she didn't. Her enthusiasm for me
stayed and she had dumped her loyal boyfriend and was going steady with me
within 3 months. At last something wasn't average and I wasn't going to
blow it! As a real bonus, there was sex. Yes I even got sex and I loved it
and she seemed to enjoy it too!

Now when I walked down the street, I would have liked, but rarely received
adoration from any females walking in the opposite direction. You know the
thing where they look at you, whisper to themselves, giggle, smile and then
once they've passed you hear some comment about how sexy you look as their
heads turn and they watch you walk onwards. That's what didn't happen to
me, but I can tell you when I was out with Ann-Marie, the guys did
something like that with her. Rather than being annoyed, I had a sense of
pride that she was all mine and they could salivate all they wanted.

Time passed and we married and sex continued unabated. I had no desire to
look at someone else and continued to bask in the attention that walking
into a packed bar with Ann-Marie gave me. She dressed sexily with short
little skirts, halter tops, skinny jeans and in fact anything she wore just
enhanced her stunning looks. Of course by the time she was 19 and I was 21,
Ann-Marie announced that there was a baby on the way. I was overjoyed as
was she.


During pregnancy our sex life was somewhat subdued and I had to resort to
an old friend of mine for help – my right hand! This slightly filled the
gap left from not having regular sex and when our gorgeous little Nikki
came along sex was as far from my mind as it could be so nothing else
mattered.

I'm brushing over what was a wonderful part of our life as I may be in
danger of losing my dear, horny, reader if I don't get to sex soon so
suffice to say that a second baby girl arrived just 2 short years later and
Fiona was born. Needless to say before I knew it I was a 28 year old man
married to a 26 year old woman who despite the babies still was
stunning. The girls were a joy and Lucy was soon going to school. Ann-Marie
looked after the kids while I worked and she had a little social life with
some of her ex-school friends and mothers she knew from around us. I worked
as hard as I could to keep us all in the manner to which we aspired.

Sex, was taking a back seat and something always seemed to get in the way
if I instigated it. Usually one of the kids started to cry or the older one
had friends over. My right hand was growing hair and the internet, though
not as fast and well-stocked as today, gave me an outlet to keep me from
getting bored. Ann-Marie always went to bed early so I would often stay up
looking at some porn sites and chatting in chat rooms.

It was in the chat rooms that someone mentioned web cams. I bought one and
discreetly added it to the computer and soon was chatting and
camming. Nothing sexual at this stage and in some cases just chatting to
fathers or single women. One Saturday night, when Ann-Marie was already
sound asleep and I had probably had too much to drink, I started chatting
to a guy in the South of England about fantasies. He asked what Ann-Marie
looked like and I sent him a pic.


"I'd love to fuck her," he said.

"What would you do?" I asked.

He went into great detail and then, in a surprise move, this young guy
stood up and showed me his cock. It was massive!

I asked him how big and he said it was over 9 inches. One thing led to
another and we both masturbated to each other until we had cum. Now other
than a fumble with a school friend when I was 13 I had no gay thoughts, and
hadn't even entertained gay thoughts so had no idea why I found watching
this guy wank off so exciting. Nevertheless here I was with a dripping
cock, smiling to some stranger in the South of England.

It hit me later the next day as I churned the previous night over in my
head. I hadn't wanked off over the guy, I had wanked off over what the guy
would like to do to Ann-Marie. Next dilemma was, why did I want someone to
fuck Ann-Marie? Surely that's the last thing I should want? The thoughts
played around until I realised that it was an extension of being proud of
her and wanting to show her off.


One guy asked me to send a pair of her pants to him and I managed to get a
pair she hadn't used for ages and posted them. On the following Saturday, I
watched stunned, cock in hand, while he spent over an hour wanking with
Ann-Marie's panties wrapped around his cock and then he came in the
crotch. I blasted more cum that I had in years!  This was getting spooky so
I decided to give up!

I broached the subject of sex "out of the box" with Ann-Marie one night
when we were having a few drinks when the kids were in bed. My line of
enquiry left me in no doubt that she didn't fancy a threesome with an extra
man or woman, she didn't want to do webcam sex, she didn't fancy sex in a
field and she didn't like guys who were brash, loud, tattooed, body
builders or, to be honest, anyone other than me!

That left my fantasies as just that – fantasies. I should have been
elated but I felt a little frustrated. Here I was in my late twenties and
all I had to look forward to was sex from time to time with my wife, albeit
beautiful and sexy wife! I hear you crying in your beer but life can be so
cruel to a horny man!

My webcamming crept back in on a more irregular basis and on request I took
some pics of Ann-Marie one night when she had a few wines too many, lying
in the bed, her baby doll nightdress up around her waist and her neatly
trimmed slit exposed. I traded them online with a guy who sent me some of
his wife posing for the camera. Obviously he had a better arrangement than
I did. The thought of another guy seeing Ann-Marie's open cunt, got me
going again and when he sent me a picture of him cumming all over the one I
had sent him, it got me going even more.

I was destined never to move on from this fantasy world of mine.

When our youngest started school Ann-Marie found herself at a loose end and
wondered about taking a part-time job. I wasn't too keen as school holidays
and illness would pose a problem. We came to a compromise and Ann-Marie
took a three night a week job in a busy little pub in the town centre while
I watched the kids. She was home by midnight and it was only Thursday,
Friday and Saturday but there was a marked difference in her. She started
to make-up more and looked after herself for her "public" as she called the
punters.

From time to time I persuaded her parents to babysit and I would pop down
and have a drink on a Friday. She certainly fended off the guys well as she
had a constant barrage of propositions, some quite explicit. I sat in the
corner watching guys, hold her hand as she gave them change, stroke her arm
as she handed over a drink and some even trying their luck with a stroke of
her breasts. Ann-Marie fended them all off with honours. I sat with an
erection. I felt such an idiot but I just couldn't help it.

Now in my early thirties, life continued and Ann-Marie stayed with her
job. One night in late October Ann-Marie 's best friend Lucy, asked her if
she would like a "girl's night out" to celebrate her birthday. It was
school mid-term week and the idea was that they would go for an early pizza
and then into the pub for a few drinks and be home around midnight. I was
asked if I would look after the kids and I was happy to do so. I liked to
see her looking as she used to. She was absolutely stunning when she
dressed. Her dark hair, cut a little longer than usual sat just above her
shoulders and her dazzling smile captivated me. I watched her walk down the
path to the taxi, her hips swaying and was immediately proud that she was
mine.

I put the kids to bed and settled for a bit of chatting and time flew
past. I was chatting to one of my regulars but hadn't used the cam as I was
concerned lest the kids got restless. I was horny as hell but wondered if
Ann-Marie, a few drinks in her, might be up for some fun.  Most of our best
sex was when she was a bit drunk and I was hoping tonight might be a fun
night. I heard a taxi door slam and looking at my watch realised it was
almost 1.00am, way past my usual bedtime. I had slightly dozed off and
woke, an erection showing in my shorts.

Pushing it out of the way, I went downstairs to let Ann-Marie in and opened
the door to find Lucy half-carrying her.

"Sorry Jim," she said, "I don't know how she got so drunk. I felt it better
to bring her home and I'll catch the taxi back to my place.  Will you be
OK?"

"Yeh fine," said I, a little miffed. "What happened?"

"My bloody brother was home on leave from the navy and found his way into
the pub with some shipmate of his. The pair of them were set up for a night
on the town but ended up plying us both with drinks. I think Ann-Marie was
enjoying the banter. I had to prize her away from them when the bar closed
and thought I would be wise to bring her home myself."

"Thanks Lucy," I said, "I'll get her upstairs."

I almost had to carry her upstairs and lay her on the bed, pulling off her
shoes. I unclipped her skirt and pulled it off to find she had no panties
on.


I was surprised and then thought, "I wonder if she peed herself and was so
embarrassed that she took them off and threw them away?"

I quickly stripped her and pulled back the covers laying her on the
bed. She looked beautiful, naked and exposed. Her legs were slightly apart
and I could see inside her cunt. My cock got hard and I wondered if I could
just have a little nocturnal fun, a little lick, a fondle and perhaps maybe
even cum on her. I knew she would be out like a light and I pulled off my
shorts and t-shirt and crawled between her legs. I leaned forward to lick
her cunt but noticed something in her trim little bush. It was like dried
milk. I picked at it and then curious, I licked it.

I recognised the mild aroma that came from it – ammonia. It was dried
cum!

I was horrified.

My cock was hard!

My brain was frozen.

Was I excited, disgusted or disappointed? My cock was absolutely rigid. I
went forward and gently explored inside her. The cum was definitely only
around her cunt, not inside it. For wanking material later, I quickly got
my camera and took more shots of her naked body including close-ups of the
dried cum and them I wanked myself silly, spunking my load into her
entrance and photographed it some more.. Feeling guilty I then mopped it up
quickly and covered her up before climbing into bed.

I didn't sleep well as my mind was in turmoil.

"Did Lucy know what happened? Was it her brother? Was this a one off?

All these thoughts had my mind in turmoil as my deflated cock was no longer
driving my brain.

Ann-Marie and I had always been close so I decided to wait and see what
evolved as the next day arrived. First thing was that Lucy arrived fussing
over Ann-Marie to find out how she was. It all looked very "guilty" to me
but I said nothing except to enquire about the night. The official story
was that Lucy's brother Dave and friend Rick had been a pain and they
couldn't get rid of them. They had started doing shots and that's how
Ann-Marie got drunk.

We had Ann-Marie's parents coming for a meal later that day so Lucy left
and she started preparing food. The kids were running about inside and
out. It was a cold day but they were oblivious. I busied myself at the
computer. I heard a text come in on Ann-Marie 's mobile phone and using the
mirror which reflected into the kitchen, saw her look at it and then,
shaking her head, answer it immediately.

At that exact moment, a wail came from outside. Fiona had slipped and
grazed her knee. Ann-Marie ran out and brought her inside, taking her
through to the back of the bungalow to wash it. I dived into the kitchen
and quickly checked her phone.

The message was, "Thanks for last light! Thanks for the panties too, sorry
I messed on them. Fancy another session? Rick."

I quickly checked her sent messages and read, "All a mistake, I was
drunk. Don't text me – too dangerous. Use *****@hotmail.com."

This was a shock to me. She had had sex with a stranger, she had answered
him and she had an e-mail account I knew nothing about. I quickly noted his
number and the e-mail address and put the phone back.

Once Ann-Marie was busy again, I tried to access the Hotmail account using
her usual password. It didn't work. My afternoon was split between trying
to act normal and trying to desperately work out what I wanted to do with
the information I had. I was jealous, I was randy and somewhere at the back
of my mind I had a feeling I could get something out of this but I wasn't
sure what.

In a flash I remembered a conversation with Ann-Marie almost 9 months
previously when she had problems with the bank. They said the password she
had wanted to use, her usual one, wasn't secure enough as it needed to be
longer and to use numbers and letters. She had jokingly said her mother was
going to come to her rescue as she would use her mother's maiden name and
her mother's birthday and that way she only had two password to remember. I
tried it and the account opened. There was nothing there but junk e-mail so
it was obviously not an account she had set aside to use when two-timing
me. That was a relief.

I left it until late the following day and when Ann-Marie was asleep, went
back into the account. This time there was activity. Obviously I couldn't
open new mail but I could read the rest of her inbox and she and Rick had
been messaging back and forth. Reading between the lines, Ann-Marie had
been drunk and when Rick went to the rear car park of the pub for a smoke,
she has joined him for fresh air. One thing led to another and he and she
had ended up behind an outhouse fucking. In his excitement he had pulled
out and cum all over her panties. He had asked for and been given them as a
souvenir. My cock was hard again and when I saw that one of his messages
had picture attachments it strained even more.

Opening it I saw a guy who was as far from Ann-Marie's type as it was
possible to be. He looked to be over 40, short and muscularly built.  He
had a cropped hair cut, broken nose, and tattoos on his arms and
shoulders. The picture looked as though it had been taken on a beach
holiday. The guy was solidly built but rough looking. The next picture
showed a cock and balls. What a cock! It was difficult to assess but I
would have put it at 9 inches at least using the hand holding it to
compare. The answering e-mail from Ann-Marie seemed to confirm this as she
commented on how difficult it had been to take it but how fulfilling it was
to be fucked by him.

I now had the means to monitor the relationship, if that's what it was
going to be. I saved the pics in a folder and locked them away.  Ann-Marie
and the kids used the laptop whereas I used the desktop but I still wasn't
taking any risks.

At the end of his message he asked her for a clothed and naked picture of
her. I knew that the only naked pics of Ann-Marie were the ones I had taken
while she was asleep and she didn't know they existed so this was going to
be interesting.

Over the following week there were a number of e-mails and the ones from
Rick were trying to push Ann-Marie further than I would have dared.  She
said she was trying to get a pic of herself but he started to ask if she
liked outdoor sex, if she had ever had a threesome, what did she think of
dogging? Now these subjects when mentioned by me, were shot down in flames
but here we had some ageing sailor boy offering her the opportunity to be a
slut and she was panting like a dog!

I worked out that his leave finished the following Tuesday which left
Ann-Marie 6 days if she wanted fucked again. The trouble is, if she was
getting fucked I wanted to try and see it and I had no idea how, especially
with kids to worry about. The answer appeared in the morning
newspaper. "Tickets still available for ELO at Glasgow's SECC (Conference
Centre)."

"Would you mind if I went on Saturday with two of the guys from work? One
doesn't drink so he could drive. It would mean I wouldn't be home till
after midnight. Would you be OK looking after the kids?"

She was nodding like a little dog.

"What a great idea. You go and have a good time. I might even send the kids
to mum and dad and take a night off work to go out with Lucy," she said
enthusiastically.

I had a partial plan. I wasn't going to see the Electric Light Orchestra, I
was going to muck around with the blinds in the bedroom to allow anyone,
namely me, crawling around in the dark, back garden to see into the bedroom
and any action going on. I knew that Ann-Marie hated sex in the dark so
hoped that she would get her way.

On the Thursday before the Saturday after she had had a bath she donned a
skimpy little bikini she hadn't worn for some time.

"How do I look?" she said.

"Stunning," was my honest answer.

"Take some pictures of me," she said. "I won't be slim and attractive for
ever so it would be nice to have some."

I knew where this was going to got the camera and snapped away catching her
in provocative poses. I knew she was going to ask about nude ones so I
asked if she would like some taken.

She pouted and said," Dare I?"

I went through the pantomime of persuading her knowing full well she wanted
them taken. I made sure the pictures I took left nothing to the
imagination. Full nude standing, partially covered, lying on the bed with
crotch fully exposed, close up of her vagina, her arse while kneeling
doggy-fashion. By the time I had finished I was stripped to my briefs and
hard. I kissed her and she was obviously quite hot too as she responded and
we ended up fucking. I took some pics of that too. Both of us in the
mirror, shots looking down as I entered her and when I came, I made sure I
shot across her cunt and photographed my cum over her pubic hair and belly.

"I'll put them on a USB and keep them in our drawer," I said knowing full
well a copy would be in my new secret folder.

I hadn't really made a plan for the Saturday night. I knew that if
Ann-Marie was going to do anything with Rick, it would either have to be
outside or at our place as he was staying with Lucy and her brother then
taking her there would be out of the question. An ideal scenario would have
been to leave the webcam running and record it but that wasn't feasible
both technically and due to the position of the computer. Eventually I
worked out that if she did bring him back there was only two places they
would have sex, in the lounge or in our bedroom as there was no way she
would do it in the kids' rooms.  The lounge faced the street but had a
small side window on the side footpath and the bedroom was to the rear. I
had to somehow stop the curtains or blinds being fully closed.

When Ann-Marie was out I managed to get the blind on the side window to
stop about an inch from the window ledge. I then played around with the
bedroom curtains, pulling in the cords slightly to make them narrower so
they wouldn't fully meet in the middle. The back window wasn't overlooked
by neighbours so I felt confident that this wouldn't worry Ann-Marie too
much. My intention was to wave goodbye and then return through the back
gardens to hide in our shed waiting for the lovers to meet. This, of course
was all speculation but I was so horny I was prepared to take any gamble
just to see them together.

I kept monitoring e-mails and sure enough he was sent a photo of her
clothed and then nude. He, in turn sent one of him cumming on his chest. He
seemed to cum quite copiously and my cock was beginning to ache as it was
so hard most of the time. She was to meet him at the small row of shops
nearby at 6.30pm and bring him back. I therefore planned to watch her go
and then slip into the back garden and my hiding place in the shed. It was
dark and the garden had little light so I felt sure I would have peace to
watch.

On the Saturday everything went like clockwork. I said my farewells at
around 5.30pm and popped to the local for a quick drink and a snack,
returning by another route and waiting until I saw her leave. I slipped up
our footpath and waited in the dark with the shed door slightly open in
case she decided to enter by the back door. I heard the voices and then the
front door close and I quickly took my place at the side window and
waited. It took a few moments before I saw him lead her into the lounge by
the hand. This guy was NOT her type at all. He was rough looking and quite
casually dressed with old looking jeans and a t-shirt. He took her face in
his big hands and kissed her quite roughly on the lips, his tongue visible
entering her mouth.

With no courtesy at all he started to strip her of her top and unclipped
her bra. She stood passively as he stripped her to the waist. He kissed her
nipples, lifting each breast in a hand. His hands looked rough. He then
took off her skirt and pulled off her panties, lifting them to his nose and
inhaling them before discarding them. He made her walk up and down as he
stood fully dressed watching her. He then beckoned her over and as she
stood, he took his finger and slid it into her cunt and roughly
finger-fucked her. It seemed to hurt her as her face screwed up but she
made no move to pull back.


My position allowed me only to see part of this action as they stood over
by our sofa and Ann-Marie was just in my line of vision. He then turned her
around and bent her over. He opened her buttocks and kissed them, then
licked his finger and slowly pushed it into her arse. We had never done
that! He turned her back around and kissed her again. When she made an
attempt to undo his flies he smacked her hand away and held her to his
clothed body kissing her roughly, his lips tracing all over her face and
neck and down to her breasts. My cock was in my hand.

He started talking to her and pointed to the kitchen. Ann-Marie went
through and came back with two bottles of lager. He drank from his and she
from hers while he ogled her naked body. Ann-Marie seemed to enjoy it. He
then took her hand and pulled her towards one of the girl's bedrooms but
she shook her head and the went into our bedroom.  I almost kicked a
flowerpot over in my enthusiasm to get to the bedroom window and hoped I
still had a view. The way the curtain had been set it was closed quite
tightly at the top but splayed as it came to rest on the window ledge and
it was that small gap I hope to see through. My view was straight up the
double bed though I had to stoop slightly to see properly.

Ann-Marie was pushed back on the bed and he laid the bottle down and opened
her legs to allow access to her cunt. His mouth pushed into her and I saw
her gasp. He had stubble on his face, something I was never allowed when
performing oral sex as she said it chafed her. When he pulled back I could
see the wet saliva around her shaved pubic area. He then stood up and
pulled off his t-shirt. His body was muscular and tattooed. There were
tattoos on his arms, across his shoulders and down his front and back to
about half-way. He unclipped his jeans and dropped them, kicking off his
shoes and stepping out of them. He now stood in plain white briefs with his
back to me. He crawled on to the bed and pushed the crotch of his briefs in
Ann-Marie 's face and though she was obstructed by his back I could see she
was sucking him through them. She seemed besotted by this guy.

The briefs were slipped off and a well-shaped arse came into view. He stood
and turned to put his briefs away and I caught my first glimpse of the
object of Ann-Marie's lust. A massive thick cock easily about 9 inches
long, stuck straight out from his body. His testicles were small by
comparison and hung low beneath it. His pubic hair was trimmed short and he
had foreskin which slid back revealing an angry head with a wide piss
slit. I could see liquid at the head. Ann-Marie quickly stood and knelt at
his feet gripping his cock firmly and placing her mouth over the head. She
pulled back his foreskin and started to suck him, her eyes closed in
ecstasy. I re-opened my jeans and exposed my throbbing cock as I watched my
beloved worshipping another man's cock.

He took his cock and started to slap it back and forth across her face
rubbing the glans over her nose. His juices were flowing and I could see
the mixture of saliva and pre-cum smearing over Ann-Marie's face.  She
moved under to lick his balls and then he did something odd in that he
turned around and offered his arse to her. She hesitated only for a moment
before digging her tongue into him. His arse was only slightly hairy and as
he bent forward he opened the cheeks to give her access. At that moment in
time I wanted to be doing it rather than Ann-Marie. I would have given
anything to be lying on that bed with both of them, his big cock being
offered to me as well as her.

He lifted her under the arms and laid her back on the bed. He opened her
legs wide and positioned himself for fucking. Ann-Marie was like a rag doll
and moved wherever he laid her. Her cunt was gaping and ready and though he
had his back to me, her legs were high enough in the air that I realised I
would see him enter her. He pushed the massive head against her entrance
and met some resistance but persevered and his cock slid in surprisingly
easily considering it's size. I noticed no condom which I was amazed at. I
knew Ann-Marie was on the pill but he was a sailor after all. He started to
fuck her in that position but soon moved around behind and I had an amazing
view as she faced me with him behind her and I saw the full length of his
cock slide out and then into her. His balls slapped against her cunt which
looked stretched wide. How I ached to lick those stretched cunt lips as he
fucked her.

He was gripping her shoulders for purchase and hammering his cock into
her. I could actually hear her groans of pleasure from outside. This guy
was fucking like a wild animal. He pulled out and lifted into a doggy
position and quickly slid his cock straight back in. This time he gripped
her hips and started to hammer into her. This wasn't making love. This was
pure animal fucking. He hardly kissed her or showed any affection at all. I
was wanking like a mad creature as I watched this spectacle. Suddenly he
pulled his cock out and aimed it on Ann-Marie's gaping cunt. He spurted at
least 6 times and there was cum over her pubic area and running down
between her legs on to the bed cover. He stuck his cock back into her and
gave a few more thrusts as his cock dwindled. I had an urge to put my
tongue into Ann-Marie and taste the spunk as it ran out.

He stood up and pulled on his clothes leaving her lying there. Ann-Marie
dressed herself and they walked back towards the lounge. A few minutes
later she was drinking wine and he was drinking beer as they talked. I
couldn't make much out. I looked at my watch and it was just after 8
pm. Still a long time until I was "due home." I crawled back to the shed
and popped open a previously stashed beer, one eye on the window and one of
the door. At around 9.00 pm I ventured over again and found the lounge
empty. I dashed to the back window and again found Ann-Marie on her knees,
sucking his cock. He was brick hard again. She was stripped from the waist
down and fingering herself as his enormous cock stuck straight in her mouth
without any help or support. It looked enormous.

She sucked steadily, with some help from him, occasionally stroking it and
slapping it around her face. Ann-Marie seemed happy with the situation and
within about 5 minutes he held her head back and spurted on her face. His
load, again was copious, at least 5 shots straight across her. This man was
an animal.


I realised I hadn't cum. I had mixed emotions and my heart was racing.  I
was sexually excited, I was angry and I was jealous. The jealousy was
partly that my wife was two-timing me and partly because I wanted to be
there.

This time, he left after about 10 minutes and looking through the window, I
saw Ann-Marie tidying away all the evidence. She changed into nightclothes
and finished her bottle of wine before switching on the television and
opening a second bottle. I saw a possible opportunity for later and decided
not to wank myself off just yet.

I slipped down the path and headed for the pub to have a few drinks before
heading home. Surprisingly, Ricky was there chatting to Lucy's brother
Dave.

"Amazing shag she was. My cock's aching I shagged her so hard," he was
saying.

"Do I know her?" said Dave.

"Probably but I can't tell you cos she's married."

"You dirty bastard," said Dave. "Any chance of me getting in on it?
Wouldn't mind a good gang bang."

"We'll see," said Rick. "It's early days yet. Wait till I'm next on
leave. This one's a right hungry slut and I think she's going to be up for
anything once I've finished with her.

They were grooming my wife as a slut and she had no idea. I couldn't let
this happen, could I?

My cock was stiff!

At midnight I opened the door. The house was in darkness but the television
was on in the bedroom. I went through and Ann-Marie was sprawled over the
bed. The empty wine bottle was on the floor and the empty glass on the
bedside table. Her short nightdress had ridden up exposing her cunt. I
stripped off and went over to try to waken her but drew a blank. When she
drank too much she became comatose.

I bent over and examined her cunt. I gently prised open the red, slightly
inflamed lips and stroked my fingers over her labia. It was damp and when I
withdrew them a string of cum came out. I took my cock in my hand as I
licked the cum off my fingers and wanked myself.  I leaned over and pushed
the head into her, collecting cum around my cock. As I stroked I fired off
a load of cum that would have made even Rick jealous. It fired into her
cunt and immediately it ran out between her legs.

I mopped her up and lifted her legs into the bed, covering her before
climbing in, wondering where we were heading from here on! Rick was away, I
assumed for a few months so I had some time to monitor and see where this
was going.



Ann-Marie and Her Secret Lover – part two


The morning after, Ann-Marie was very coy. She flustered about where she
had been the previous night and kept changing the subject to see how I had
enjoyed the concert I hadn't been at. Both of us were lying.  Her e-mail
account was quite busy for the next few days as Rick tried unsuccessfully
to see her again before going back to his ship. His comments on the night
were very explicit and she responded with an equal zeal about how his cock
filled her and how much she had enjoyed it.

Within a few days he was gone. There were a few more e-mails, and then
around four from her weren't answered. I wondered if that was it! In one
way I hoped it was but on the other hand, my cock was red raw from the
wanking I had done over the last week, the images of her wild sex imprinted
on my mind.

Gradually we settled back into family life. The kids went to school, I went
to work and Ann-Marie did the bar. There were e-mails from Rick but they
were less sexual as he talked about life on board with no women.


In one e-mail she asked him what he had done for onshore sex before he met
her and he said he had used casual dating/dogging sites, mentioning one in
particular. It was a free or premium member site so I made up a free
profile and joined. It took some searching as I wasn't sure how he would
still be advertising but under "Navalhorndog" I was sure I had found
him. Interestingly he was looking for Females, Couples, Males, TV's and
even Male Couples. A pretty broad spectrum of sex. I sent a message saying
I was a married guy getting nothing from my wife who wanted some MM fun and
more. I attached a few pics I had taken with the help of the bathroom
mirror and my digital camera.

He answered two days later.

"Do you take cock?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Do you like group sex, either MMF or MMM?"

"Yes," I again lied.

"I would love to fuck you in front of your wife," he said.

We developed our fantasies and I asked him if he had a wife or girlfriend.

"I'm fucking a slut in your neck of the woods. I wouldn't mind fucking you
and then going around and fucking her. Even better, we could both fuck
her."

"If only," I thought.

So we agreed we might meet up when he was next back and the communication
dropped back to one or two a month. His correspondence with Ann-Marie
wasn't a lot more, perhaps once a week and pretty passive by his previous
standards.

My mind was in overdrive though. He was bisexual, wanted to fuck me, wanted
to have a group session with Ann-Marie and even wanted me to fuck her. This
was a little out of my control and I had no idea how to bring it back. I
actually fancied having sexual contact with Rick.  I wanted to actually
feel the cock that fucked my wife in my hands and if I was really honest,
inside me too. I had no idea if that was something I could ever physically
do!

At night I rolled ideas in my head, I fantasised about situations and I
wanked a lot. I had a mad idea. What if I could film her?

I thought about the webcam but once again that wasn't going to work. I
found out about those little spy cams that hide inside burglar alarms and
tissue boxes but from what I could gather, though they weren't expensive as
such, the quality was crap. I found a camera, base model at £400.00
which was "used by television companies for secret filming. It could be
worn about the body or stashed in a room and worked off mains or
battery. Storing on an SDcard, the resultant footage could be edited and
stored. It also was in HD and had sound.  How could I spend £400.00? I
also needed a credit card.

One day it came in a flash. I acquired a pre-pay credit card. Now all I
needed was £400.00 without Ann-Marie finding out. I ran a few little
tricks first.

"My external hard drive is playing up dear, I need it repaired!"

I wasn't even sure they could be repaired but that allowed £110.00 out
of the account. I then lied about how much money I received for my birthday
and managed another £80.00. Almost half way there. So it went on until I
had £400.00 stashed in my room. I paid it into my card, bought the
camera and had it sent to work.

While all this was going on, I had been secretly using Ann-Marie's
favourite dildo. She didn't use it much as far as I knew and it was a
regular size but with some careful insertion I had managed to cum with it
inside me. At the beginning it was really painful but I read that if you
relax and don't push against it, the insertion becomes easier. With an
almost daily fucking, I could almost slide it in with no effort. Better
still I was discovering sensations I didn't know I could.

The camera kit arrived and it took three days before I could get some "me"
time to play with the kit. There was a small recorder (just bigger than a
packet of cigarettes), a tiny camera wired to it, then more wires to a tiny
microphone. The rest was for plugging into mains or recharging. I had to
work out where to put it and hide the pinhole camera. In the bedroom we had
a large television on a small stand.  The base was hollow and I could just
squeeze the camera inside, taking the wire down to the plug behind the
drawer unit the television stood on. The camera was gently stuck on the
front of the television and a fake screw head on the front made the little
silver square look as though it was part of the t.v.. The mike was stuck
just behind the screen. I tested it and it looked great. The quality was
excellent. It recorded in continuous 15 minute bursts which I would be able
to merge once I got the session recorded. Satisfied, I dismantled it until
needed.

While all this was going on, the kids were going to school, I was going to
work, Ann Marie was doing her three days in the bar, parents were visiting
and we were shagging from time to time, my head full of fantasies. Life
went on.

Rick sent her an e-mail every couple of weeks telling her how much he
wanted her hot cunt and I was telling him my wife didn't understand me and
he was telling me he could satisfy her. I collected a few more pics of him
and sent him more of me. When I had a moment spare, I used my wife's dildo
with lubricant to insert into my hole. It hurt like fuck and it wasn't even
a particularly big one. Whenever I could, I kept trying. I could get it in
but couldn't understand the enjoyment guys got from being fucked.

One Saturday when Ann-Marie had taken the kids over to Edinburgh and the
shops, I cleaned myself, then lubricated my bum with my fingers, gently
easing them in and working them in and out while I wanked.  After an hour,
I took the dildo and lubricated it well and started to insert it. I pushed
and pulled all while wanking and realised the whole dildo was in me. I kept
it there and enjoyed the full feeling it gave while I stroked my cock to
the edge. I then pulled it back out and in again and to my surprise, I shot
a load of cum over my belly without touching my cock. The feeling was
almost like an internal orgasm. I was getting somewhere!

Rick was starting to talk about his next "home" visit in two months.  He
was again staying with Lucy and her brother Dave, thankfully. That meant
his sex with Ann-Marie had to be at our place or up against a wall
somewhere. Sex with me would be more awkward as I couldn't bring him back
to the house. By now I felt I might manage a cock should the opportunity
arise.

When a guy approached me on the site wanting me to go to his place to be
fucked I accepted. I was nervous as Hell. I told Ann-Marie I had been asked
to fill in on a darts tournament with the guys at work as someone had
dropped out. I took the car up to visit the guy in Dundee, which I figured
was far enough away. He was younger than I expected, probably in his early
twenties, and gave a slightly effeminate air. His hair was blonde, his eyes
blue and his body very slim, almost skinny. I couldn't believe that me, a
well-built straight guy was about to let this camp waif stick his cock in
me.

He was very passive from the beginning, even allowing nervous me to take
the lead. Soon we were naked, His body was hairless apart from a blonde
pubic patch. His cock looked to be about 6 inches and uncut.  He took my
cock in his mouth and my wavering erection soon rose to full mast. My 7
inches looked impressive in his mouth. Somehow his slight effeminacy made
it a bit more erotic for me. He sucked well and when he raised himself to
kiss me fully on the mouth I was slightly shocked but felt I had to go
through with the whole session.

His delicate fingers were probing my arsehole. He lubed them well and I
lifted my legs to allow access. One, two and then three fingers went into
me. The lubricant was cold and sensual against my skin. Soon it was
time. He lifted my legs and held them back with his arms and faced me as
his condom clad cock slowly pushed against my hole. He was gentle and only
the head was pushed in. I felt the ring stretch.  He pushed in a little
then back and in a little more. After about 15 minutes I asked how much was
in me and was pleased when he told me he was up to the hilt. He started to
fuck!

He held my cock stroking it up and down as he fucked me. There was no pain,
just a full feeling and the sensation in my cock was easily helping. He
then opened a small bottle and told me to sniff. I did.  My head warmed and
feeling of euphoria filled me. Suddenly I wanted fucked to oblivion and
told him so. He obliged.

He rolled me over in the doggy position and while I took another hit of
poppers he fucked me royally. His hands held my hips and he hammered into
me. I wanted more, even more than he had. His breathing rose and he grunted
in time to his fucking. I knew he was going to cum in me.  I took my cock
in my hand and with just a couple of strokes, fired my cum over his
bedspread as his load emptied into my arse. Again that weird sensation came
over me, almost like a second orgasm. I was sweaty and hot but satisfied. I
had cheated on my wife so she was only one up on me now.

Ray, the guy who's cock had just been inside me asked me to come back some
time. He told me he had a couple of friends who would love to fuck a guy as
willing as I was! He didn't realise he had just taken my virginity. I was
slightly nervous and confused as I had done what I did to reach another
conclusion, that of getting Rick's cock in me.

I felt ready. I knew I could take a cock in me, I had a camera which would
record any sessions with Ann-Marie and I had control over her plans. I was
waiting for Rick, and so was Ann-Marie.

Rick returned on a Monday. I made sure Ann-Marie had no time to meet him as
I wanted to meet him first. I knew he would probably go to the pub on the
night she was working but she would have little time to do anything without
me being suspicious. He messaged me and asked what I was doing on the
Wednesday. I told him I could only manage Friday or Saturday (when
Ann-Marie was working and I could leave the kids with a set of parents
without worrying about school). He asked if I had a place, which I gave a
negative answer to then he announced he had somewhere to go.


We arranged to meet near a theatre in town on the Friday and I spent two
hours getting ready, making sure I had condoms and some KY jelly as I knew
he wasn't the type to be prepared. I was shaking as I waited.

"Jim?"  I heard the voice say and I was face to face with him.

"Oh Hi, good to meet you at last," I said.

"You might not say that once my cock's been up your arse," he said gruffly,
gripping his crotch as he said it.

This was not the most pleasant man. He was selfish, self opinionated and
fucking my wife. Then I remembered that that was the reason I was sexually
attracted to him. We set off and before long I realised we were heading for
Lucy's place.

"It's a friend's house, "he said. "She and her brother are at a family
function of some sort and they think I'm bringing a girl back."

It was odd going into the house I knew, as a stranger and I was thankful
there was little chance of Lucy or Dave finding me. I felt sure Rick didn't
want this side of his sex life made public so felt safe. I was shaking with
a mixture of fear and excitement. I actually didn't fancy this guy one
bit. My sexual excitement was being driven by the fact that this guy was
dominating and fucking my wife and also humiliating me by talking about her
as a slut to others. Now he was going to humiliate me even more by fucking
me too and I wanted him to, more than anything.

Inside the house there was little foreplay.

"Do you need to shower?" he asked.

"No I cleaned myself earlier."

He started to strip and the familiar tattoos came into view. He had a
stocky, muscular body and short, almost shaved head. He stripped quickly to
his white boxer briefs and came across to help strip me. He took everything
off me including my underwear and left me standing with a semi-erect cock
in front of him.

"Not bad for a straight boy," he said. "Come here and suck my cock!"

I walked across and knelt in front of him. Pulling his underwear down his
erect cock sprung up and hit my face. He giggled.

"Suck the fucking thing then. Your obviously are a virgin aren't you?"

I put his cock in my mouth and though it was clean there was a muskiness
about it reminding me of my childhood experiences. I gripped the thick rod
and cupped my hands under his balls. My own cock sprung into life as my
brain processed the fact that this large slab of meat had brought my wife
to orgasm three times and had pumped its cargo inside her. I had already
tasted his seed, albeit reconstituted from her panties. My heart was
thumping and blood was rushing to my head making my ears block. My cock was
throbbing and I started to suck him like a hungry animal.

"Hey slow down or your going to get a mouthful of cum!" he said.

I stopped and he brusquely put his hands under my armpits and lifted me,
pushing me down on the bed. My legs were lifted and he pushed his tongue
into my arse. The sensation was electric. Having been training my hole to
accept objects, I had also sensitised it and was experiencing pleasures
from there, which were being heightened by the invasion of his tongue. As
he rimmed me, his rough hands gripped my cock and rubbed it up and
down. His mouth moved up and he engulfed my cock in one go, taking its
entire length in his mouth until he gagged. I was gasping like a bitch in
heat, which surely I was!

He stood and sat astride me his heavy dick lying on top of mine and I
looked up at this uncouth creature as his large hands encircled both cocks
as he stroked them, our balls banging together underneath as he carefully
timed his strokes until I was ready to cum. As I was just about to stop
him, he would slow and wait before doing it all over again. Next he leaned
down until his face was in front of mine and he pressed his mouth to mine,
his tongue delving into my mouth and exploring wildly while
inside. Strangely I had prepared for sex with this man but not kissing
him. Initially I reacted but his forcefulness ensured my mouth did not
escape.

The more I struggled the harder he kissed, his hands stroking my cock as he
did so. Again he sensed I was cumming and stopped instantly.

"Not yet you bastard," he said. "I have a few more tricks before you're
going home!"

He stood up and looked at my slim body, I felt slightly helpless lying
there with this powerful man above me.


"You bring lube?" he asked.

"My jacket pocket," I said.

He reached in and pulled out the tube of KY jelly and condoms.

"You really DO want fucked don't you?" he said.

I nodded.

He lifted both of my legs in one hand and smeared the KY on to my bottom
his finger pressing inside me. I had the familiar feeling of fullness as
his finger slid in and out of my arsehole. More jelly was applied and he
worked in and out of me. It felt good.

"My you have been practising," he said. "That's three fingers in you!"

I felt full but hadn't ever managed three big fingers. I hoped he would
stop there and thankfully he did. He ripped open a condom and stretched it
over his cock. The latex covering made it look even larger. His cock was
lubricated and he took a leg in each hand leaving me in a "V" position
while he moved to an angle for entry. His cock was at my hole. No hands
holding it, just hard flesh pressing against my anus.  He pushed and little
happened. He pushed again, more firmly and with a plopping sensation the
head slid in.

"Take it easy, please," I begged.

In fairness, he did. His cock slid in an inch at a time until my whole
being was centred on the large presence inside my body. Again my thought
went to Ann-Marie and I wondered if this is how she felt when he skewered
her with his large cock. I was so excited and he started to fuck me. Here I
was being fucked in the arse by a man and the thought making me excited was
of Ann-Marie being fucked. What sort of queer did that make me?

He was now hammering his cock in my hole, pulling back until it almost came
put them pushing straight back in, the whole 9 inches stretching me until
his body was stopped by my buttocks. I gripped my own cock stroking it to
the edge and stopping while I was being fucked. He rolled me over, doggy
fashion and started to fuck me really seriously, pummelling my bottom, is
hand underneath stroking my balls and cock as he did so.  The fucking was
relentless and lasted around 15 minutes. Just as I was about to tell him my
hole could take no more, he spoke.

"Right bitch, here it comes," he said followed by a roaring as his cum
fired into the condom.


I could feel the veins pulsing in my arse as he shot his wad into me. He
them collapsed on top of me and pulled the condom out. I looked at it and
the amount of cum seemed about twice what I could produce. I was about to
bring myself off when he surprised me by engulfing my stiff cock with his
mouth and then holding it with his right hand, wanked and sucked me at the
same time.

"I'm going to cum Rick," I said.

He kept going and took my full load in his mouth and quite a load it
was. In fairness he spat it out in a tissue afterwards and I wondered if I
would have been able to swallow his. I wasn't sure.

We dressed and talked. I needed to be careful but I figured that if
Ann-Marie talked about her husband Jim, it was a common enough name not to
raise any suspicions.  He asked my wife's name and I had to lie and call
her Rose. It was the first thing that came into my head while looking at a
vase of flowers in front of me.

He asked about her acceptance of extra sex and I truthfully said I had
tried but she wasn't for doing anything.

"I'll do you a favour then Jim," he said. "I'm fucking some poor bastard's
wife and she'll do anything for this."

He looked down at his soft, but still substantial cock.

"I'm going to let you fuck her!"

I spluttered.

"How do you know she'll let me?" I asked.

"She'd fucking better if she wants my cock again," he said.

I was panicking now as there was no way she could know I knew Rick.

"I might know her though," I said thinking as quickly as I could.

"You probably do, as she's barmaid in town. Actually there's little chance
she's going to lie on a bed and let some guy fuck her other than me but I
have a plan. I'm going to talk her into dogging."

"Dogging?"

"Yeh, you know. I take her to some wooded area at night and arrange for a
bunch of guys to fuck her one after the other. I've always wanted to get
some bitch I knew to do that. One of my fantasies it to fuck warm, well
used pussy and this one's going to give me my fantasy."

My cock was filling with blood as I thought of the possibility. Could it
actually happen?

"I'm seeing her this weekend so I'll leave a message when it's sorted
out. I already have a couple of guys who want to fuck her."

I walked home with a slight limp as my arse was sore but it had been an
ultimate for me. I have been fucked and had two-timed my wife with the same
person she had!

Now to plan Ann-Marie's session with him.



Ann-Marie and Her Secret Lover – part three


"I'll only be away for one afternoon darling and I'll be back around the
usual time anyway."

"Oh Jim, these training courses seem to get more frequent. I'll miss you!"

You know I almost believed her but I could hear her cunt twitching from
where I was standing. She was dripping thinking of his cock going in her
while I was out of the way. The good thing about this time is that I really
would be out of the way. I just hoped the sex would take place where it did
last time or I was going to be pretty disappointed.

There was no training course on the Monday. I would just be at work as
usual but I wanted her to think I was out of town then she would feel safe
bringing Rick back to the house. The kids were in school from 9.00am until
3.00pm so she would figure she had six safe shagging hours and I had a 64GB
SD card waiting to record the whole session in HD. With the camera plugged
to the mains it extended the 4 hour battery based recording time to as long
as there was memory in the cardI would catch the whole event.

The e-mail to Rick from her was off within one hour of my announcement and
he came back saying how much he was looking forward to fucking her brains
out. I was looking forward to watching him!

The weekend dragged through. I fucked Ann-Marie on the Sunday afternoon
while the kids were over at my mum and dad and I was really excited to
think that Rick's big cock would be in there the next day. Ann-Marie said
she might lie in on the Monday but I managed to persuade her to get up and
make my breakfast. This let me finish setting things up in the bedroom. The
camera was already concealed under the hollow base of the television, the
power cable trailing out looked quite natural and the little cable to the
camera was secured with a spot of blu-tack as was the mike. I had tested it
and the view looked awesome. It had a slight "fish-eye" look but took the
whole bed area and some of the surrounds in the field of vision. I nipped
back for breakfast and then, just as I was leaving I switched it on and
hoped no one would look closely enough to find it.

I struggled to cope with work. I knew he was arriving at 11-30 and I kept
looking at my watch.  I had to go to the toilet at 1.00pm and wank while
knowing at that exact moment he would be fucking her. The afternoon dragged
by and when I arrived home at 6.00pm, Ann-Marie was happy as hell.

"How did the course go? Not too boring a day? Nice to have you home."

I went into the room to change and switched off the camera, quickly taking
the SD card out and putting it in my little office. The bedroom showed no
sign of the action that had taken place earlier. The kids were acting up
and wanting my attention so the evening flew by just looking after them.
By 11.00pm, Ann-Marie asked if I fancied a little bit of fun. She was
obviously still horny. I agreed.

During sex I made a point of going down between her legs and licking
her. The thought that his cum may have been there earlier made me as horny
as fuck and it didn't take long until my dick was inside here and I was
fucking her like a wild animal. She had to shut me up lest the kids heard
up.  I shot my cum deep into her and was so exhausted, there was no chance
of looking at the card. In fact the same thing happened on the next two
nights. All I managed to do was to get the clips transferred to the
computer and locked away then clear the card.

Thursday night she went to work and I assumed Rick might be there for a
drink. She wouldn't have any time to do serious sex games. I had the
evening to myself provided I could get the kids to bed. The promise of a
little extra game playing time worked and by 8.00 pm the sounds Super Mario
drifted into my room from there's and I was busy deleting the empty clips
to get to the "arrival" clip. I could hear him arriving off camera and also
heard some giggling from her and a lot of slurping which I assumed was some
kissing going on in the lounge. It was about 30 minutes before a half naked
Ann-Marie and a fully dressed Rick came into view.

As in the past he stripped her naked and then quite roughly manhandled her
on to the bed, almost throwing her. He knelt across her holding her head in
both hands and kissing her. Every time she tried to touch him or strip him
he brushed her off. He disappeared off camera and came back with a
blindfold which she willingly allowed him to put around her head. This had
obviously been discussed as she seemed to enjoy it.  Once in place he went
to town on her body with his mouth. He went between her legs, his tongue
delving into her trimmed cunt. He stood and stripped naked and the piece of
man flesh that had been inside my body only a few short days before, now
stood solid and straight out from him. He was talking.

"Can you imagine if I had brought some of my ship mates around and you were
lying there waiting while one by one, they fucked you. Six cocks pumping
into your wet and waiting cunt. Six loads of cum spurting inside you and
running out. Then I'd ask you to leave it in there and get your old man to
fuck you later not knowing that you had six guy's cum in you.  How would
you like that?

"Oh God Rick, you make me so hot. Please fuck me soon!"

"Don't worry my sweet, I will. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk
for a couple of days. How about I blindfold you and take you to a dark
field and stand you against a tree, I invite anyone who want to come along
and fuck you, doing what they want. You will have no idea who the guys are
are they won't know who you are. You'll only be a cheap piece of meat that
they want to fuck."

"Please Rick, keep licking, oh please fuck me!"

"When did your old man last fuck you?"

"Last night!"

"Nice, so his cock was in here last night and mine is going in tonight. I
want you to make him fuck you tonight again when I've gone. I want his cock
to go in here, not knowing my cum has been dumped there before him. That
would turn me on. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes anything Rick, just fuck me!"

His hands were stretching her open and he was looking inside her. His
fingers playing with her stiff clitoris and alternating with his
tongue. Her back was arching, pushing herself into his face. He moved up
the bed and started to slap his cock on her face, before plunging the
monster into her mouth. She grabbed it and sucked hungrily.

"Maybe they won't cum in you. Maybe after they've all fucked you I'll make
them cum on your face and mouth. How would you like that?

The response was a little muffled with a mouthful of cock but it seemed
like a "Yes."

I didn't know this woman. I was shocked to think that this was her mother's
"little girl" who helped run jumble sales for the school and chatted to all
the other mothers. She helped the kid's with homework and shopped weekly at
ASDA. Now she had her mouth full of a stranger's cock discussing being
fucked by six men she didn't know. Who was she and what was this turning
her into? My moment of piousness quickly passed when I thought of the
straight father who had allowed the same cock in his arse just a few days
before. I was aching to wank but couldn't until I was sure the kids were
asleep.

I popped through to check on them and they were both out cold. I slipped
back to the room and closed the door, turning up the volume slightly.

As I continued to watch, he slid back down the bed and gripped his rigid
cock as he aligned himself to her hole. He slid his cock straight in as
Ann-Marie gasped at the aggressive entry. He went right up to the hilt. I
couldn't see the actual entry as the camera angle showed his arse as he
pumped her. He raised her legs a little more and I could then see his cock
sliding into her accompanied by Ann-Marie's gasps and squeals of pleasure.

The missionary fucking though giving Ann-Marie a lot of fun was a little
more boring as all I could see was his arse bobbing up and down. I was glad
when he finally went behind her and leaving her facing the camera entered
her cunt from behind affording me a grandstand view of his entry and the
full length as it disappeared into her body and out again. Both his gruff
hands gripped her breasts and his lips kissed her back and shoulders. His
fucking was quite energetic and when he withdrew I could see both of them
sweating.

My cock was in my hand now as I watched.

He draped her legs over the bed and knelt on the floor to allow his mouth
once more to lap up her juices. He seemed to love the taste. Ann-Marie
whimpered as he did so.

He stood up again and started talking once more.

"I'm going to line up some guys for you and give you the slutty servicing
you want. Are you up for it?"

His finger was rubbing her cunt as he talked and Ann-Marie just kept
gasping and saying over and over again, "Yes, yes, yes!"

How the hell had he done what I couldn't do. She was begging for cock like
a whore.

He rammed his cock back into her, his lips kissing her face all over, then
sliding his tongue into her waiting mouth forcefully as he fucked and
fucked her. Her hands were wrapped around him and her nails dug into his
back and he said he was about to cum.

She reached orgasm as I had never heard her before and as she was climbing
down from it, he stopped fucking, pulled his cock out and fired his cum
over her face.  He was a copious cummer and the amount covered the
blindfold, her nose and mouth and she opened it to receive a full shot
straight into her.

"Fucking great and only a sample of what you'll get next time!" he said as
he stood up and walked off camera, I assumed to the toilet.


Ann-Marie lay there, the cum trickling down her face as I heard water
running and Rick cleaning himself.

He came back and threw a hand towel at her.

"You'd better clean up slut!"

Ann-Marie did as she was told. It was only then he took the blindfold off.

"That was amazing," she said. "The intensity of the blindfold and not
knowing what was happening next made me cum like I've never done before."

"You're gonna love the next time!" he said.

They chatted for a while about nothing I didn't already know and then
disappeared from view.


I edited the movie and it went in my secret folder for future wanking.

I was asleep when Ann-Marie returned from work. The time was her usual time
so obviously she hadn't been up to any mischief. I just wondered what
Rick's next treat for her was going to be!.

I wouldn't like the reader to think that all this was guilt free. I had
some depressed periods wondering where this was all going. I wondered if
she might leave me for him, I wondered if she might find me sexually
uninteresting and I also wondered if at some stage I might go off her for
what she was doing. The trouble was that after a short period of worrying,
my cock would go hard again, my heart would start pounding and two
invisible little horns would grow out of my head. I was back to being a
horny pervert lusting after seeing my wife being abused.

I monitored her e-mails and they were all about trying to get some more
time together for another session. Rick's messages to her were much more
interesting though. His subjects constantly referred to "making her a real
slut" and he talked about another guy or guys being involved. My main fear
was that if that happened, I would lose control and the only thing that was
making this enjoyable to me was being in charge!

A message appeared on my swingers site account from Rick. "Are you free
next Sunday night as I'm going dogging with some mates."

It was school mid term the following week and I already realised I was
going to have my hands full juggling the kids and keeping Ann-Marie under
control.  Technically on the Sunday afternoon we went to her parents for
lunch.  I would have difficulty getting away from Ann-Marie and the kids so
I answered saying I wasn't sure. He came back saying it was the "slut" he
told me about. He was going to force her to come along and have sex with
strangers in a known doggers haunt in Kirkcaldy, just a few miles away. I
realised he was talking about Ann-Marie.

I decided to jump in first and told her an old work mate was asking me to
go out on Sunday and would she mind if she looked after the kids in the
evening after being with her parents. Ann-Marie said that was fine. Of
course the e-mail to her from Rick appeared shortly afterwards and I knew
that put her straight into a dilemna as she was stuck with the girls and
couldn't then make an excuse to get away. I wanted to see how keen she was
to be the slut he said she was becoming.

Her initial response was one of "I don't know if I want to do this."

"He came back quite firmly saying, "But I want you to do this. It means a
lot to me."

"How many guys," she asked.

""No more than six," he said, "Unless there are some strangers lurking
around."

"I can't get away," she said.

"Get that impotent husband of yours to baby-sit," he said.

On and on it went until she told him she had arranged for the kids to stay
at her parents and she would slip away on the pretence of visiting her
friend Lucy. So she was going through with it.

The plan seemed to be that he had use of a mate's car and would take
Ann-Marie in that.  They would park in the car park for the large public
park and walk into a bushed area which was used from time to time by
doggers.  Sunday was a quiet night but he had personally invited six guys
to be there and to take turns on Ann-Marie. I was one of those men. I had
decided to stay out of the way as a spectator. Though Ann-Marie would wear
a blindfold I didn't want to take the risk especially if Rick used my name,
common though it is. It meant I could happily be present and wank my brains
out while actually seeing her being gang-banged. As I thought about it I
felt the heat again and my cock was again straining in my pants.

All Sunday afternoon my mind was elsewhere. Ann-Marie seemed her normal
self at her mothers.  The kids had a great time running around and playing
outside in the Spring-like air. I was just glad it was a dry night as rain
would have scuppered everything The time came to go and we both drove home
without saying too much. She ran through to shower and change in our
bedroom shower and I wondered just how she would be dressed when she
appeared. I showered in the main bathroom and deliberately didn't wear any
of my after shaves lest the smell be familiar. I didn't fully dress before
here just in case she somehow recognised my clothes if all didn't go to
plan.

Ann-Marie appeared looking like she was going out for a drink with a
friend. She was simply wearing a pair of smart jeans and a sweater. Hardly
the outfit for being fucked. I noticed the holdall in her hand.

"Just a few things I promised to let Lucy try on," she said, her eyes
following my gaze.  She continued, "I'll get a cab as I'll be drinking.

Just as well too, as I needed the car to get up to Kirkcaldy. It hadn't
crossed my mind that she might have asked for it to drive to her rendezvous
with Rick.  With a quick kiss on the cheek she was gone.

I pulled on some dark jeans, a dark round neck sweater and wore a jacket
that was also black and had a hood I could use if required. I took a little
torch with me and, for some reason, a packet of condoms and climbed into
the car heading off to the park with the intention of being there at least
an hour before the time of the session.

Once more my heart and mind were in conflict. My cock was hard, I didn't
want her to do it, I wanted to see her do it and I was jealous too. All of
this was racing through my mind and I felt that if I got there early to see
the thing starting I might feel more at ease than walking in once it was
underway. I drove past the park gates. It had a car park outside and you
could also drive through the gates and park inside but it wasn't a very big
parking area so I just went a few blocks up and parked in a side street. I
sat to let my heartbeat slow down and looked around me. It was just after
9.00pm and already it was dark outside.


I left the car trying not to look suspicious in the quiet streets as I
headed for the park.  There was virtually no one around. I walked into the
park following Rick's instructions. There was a clear sky and a half moon
so the temperature, though cool, wasn't as cold as it could have been. I
was able to see comparatively clearly considering how little light
penetrated the park from the streets. Soon I saw a guy walking across my
path. He looked to be in his forties, collar turned up and when he saw me
he quickly dashed up a pathway. I kept going towards the bushes. They were
set back from a crossroads in the pathways, well into the park and were
made up of magnolia and rhododendron. I skirted them and entering from the
opposite side from the most obvious way in and sat on the bough of a bush
to wait.

I could hear one or two sounds as though there were other people around but
no one came into the clearing. Eventually I heard a clock chiming nine in
the distance and still nothing. By now I was wondering if I had come to the
wrong place when I heard whispering. I pushed further back into the bushes
when I could just make out two shapes entering the clearing. From the
voices, it was a man and a woman. I assumed Rick and Ann-Marie had
arrived. My eyes were now accustomed to the dark and though I couldn't see
every detail I could make Ann-Marie out as he pressed her against a tree
trunk growing up in the centre of the clearing.

He put his hand in his pocket and blindfolded her with a scarf and I was
aware she had indeed changed. Though she had a warmer jacket over it, I
recognised the revealing halter top she had once said she liked when we
went out as it made guys look at here. Her skirt was a mini too and she
looked perfectly in place for a tart at a dogging site.

Rick was warming her up now, his hands all over her breasts and I saw him
push one hand up her skirt.

"Just the way I like it," he said, "No pants, wet and waiting."

He was panting as his fingers entered her. He kissed her in the rough way I
had become used to watching. Gripping her face in his big hands while he
forced his mouth over hers. I was suddenly aware of two more shapes. One
was the guy I had seen earlier and the other was slightly younger, perhaps
about 27 or so. He seemed quite fit as far as I could make out in the
semi-darkness but I was aware that both men were wanking.

"Hi guys and welcome.  My little tart here is up for anything so please
come in and help yourself," said Rick when he was aware he had an audience.

The guys moved forward until all three were standing beside her. I still
had a fair view and was wanking happily myself. The young guy's hand went
up her skirt and fingered her while the older one released her breasts and
started to suck the nipples. Rick obviously a bit of a voyeur himself was
definitely getting off watching the show. He stroked his cock, his hand
moving in to share that of the young guy fingering inside her.

"Nice and wet, isn't she?" he said. "Lick her if you like. She's ready to
go."

The guy lifted her skirt and put his mouth to her cunt, his tongue dipping
into Ann-Marie. She was breathing heavily and whimpering as he did so. I
heard another guy come into the clearing and saw him approach, cock in
hand. I suddenly realised it was Dave, Lucy's brother!

"Shit," I thought.  "He's going to recognise her."

If he did, he didn't let on. I realised that Dave sometimes wore glasses
but not tonight. I wondered if perhaps his night vision wasn't too
good. Whatever, he was soon on his knees unclasping Ann-Marie's skirt and
dropping it.  With her top off, she now stood naked wearing nothing but a
large scarf around her head which partially covered her face, probably
saving her for being fully recognised. Rick spread a blanket on the ground
and the guys were now going at it. Dave had her legs open and was licking
her cunt, while the older guy straddled her his cock between her tits and
the young guy at her head his cock aiming for her mouth.

One more guy appeared.  He looked to be a bit on the rough side, not unlike
Rick. He was complete with shaved head, pierced ears and a stocky
body. Apart from Rick no one spoke.

"Can I fuck her Rick," said Dave.

"She's here for the having," said Rick. "Condoms though lads."

He handed a condom to Dave and I saw his cock for the first time. It looked
to be about 7 inches long and uncut. He climbed on top and gently eased his
cock into her.

I could just hear Ann-Marie. "Oh yes fuck me please!"

He did. He was fucking like mad with the other guys now standing and
wanking when I lost my balance and fell face first out of the bush into the
clearing.

"Ah you made it," said Rick. "Join in."

Thankfully Dave had his back to me and was fucking Ann-Marie for all his
worth. If only he knew! I composed myself after my accidental entrance and
stood slightly behind the stocky guy, hoping that Dave wouldn't see me when
he pulled out. Luck was on my side though as I heard a grunt from him as he
shot his wad into Ann-Marie. Obviously Dave had little staying power.

"Jeez, that was good," he said as he pulled his cock out.


I got a good look at his dick with the condom sagging full with cum
dangling on the end.

"I'll leave you guys to it," he said. "Thanks for the invite."

Dave was obviously now embarrassed having cum, and was anxious to make a
quick exit. That suited me.


Ann-Marie's legs were being held open exposing her cunt rather crudely to
all and sundry and this proved to be an invitation to the stocky guy who
dropped his pants revealing a short, thick cock. He ripped open a condom
and after a few strokes knelt between her legs. With Dave gone I felt more
comfortable and moved closer to watch as this older, complete stranger
fucked my wife.

"Oh yes," said Ann-Marie. "This one's thick!"

That drove the guy on and he started to fuck her with a vengeance. The
young guy and the forty year old were standing, cock in hand, watching the
lewd act. I knelt down beside Ann-Marie and put my cock in her mouth. I had
to get something else from this. She eagerly grasped me in her hand and
swallowed a third of my cock, gasping with each thrust from the stocky guy
as she did so.

Rick stood by through all this obviously getting his kicks from seeing her
being abused.  His big cock was in his hand and he wanked as he moved
around to get a better view. With a grunt, stocky guy dumped his load in
her and pulled out, again giving me a great view of his laden condom
sagging as the end of his thick cock.

Rick pulled the condom off the guy and went over to Ann-Marie, turning it
inside out on her face. The cum trickled down her cheeks running into her
mouth alongside my cock. This almost brought me to a climax but I felt
there was more I could have.

Young guy was now between her legs and I was excited at the prospect of a
young fit looking guy having her. His cock was a decent size but quite
slim. It slid in easily and she gasped as he plunged into her body. He held
her legs up as he pushed as hard as he could up to the hilt.


"I'm going to cum," said Ann-Marie.


I knew she could be a noisy cummer and listening to her trying to stay
quiet as she tipped over the edge was almost funny if it hadn't been so
erotic.

The young guy pulled out and looked at me.

"You do her," he said.

I had to don a condom for show purposes as I knelt between these familiar
legs, knowing that three guys had already fucked her. My cock slid in
easily.

"Wow this is a beauty," she said as I started to fuck her. "Is that you
Rick?"

"No," said he from behind, "Just a guy I know."

I leaned fully on top of her, kissing her breasts and allowing my mouth to
travel up to her lips. The taste of drying cum was on them as I reached her
mouth. I kissed her passionately, my tongue going in deeply. She resisted a
little but soon gave in as my expert stroking had her gasping again.

Being thought of as "new sex" really turned me on. She was being fucked my
a stranger who was her husband. My cock was rigid and I was being quite
forceful as I fucked her relentlessly. Her hands went around me and I felt
her grip my buttocks and pushed me deeply into her as I screwed her. I so
wanted her to cum with me inside her but she hadn't had much time to
recover. Above me I was aware that the three other guys were now standing
close and watching the action. This turned me on too as I knew I was giving
her a better shag than all the rest put together and I think she knew it
too.

I felt Rick kneel behind me and as I shagged her his finger entered my
arse. He was finger-fucking me as I fucked my wife, only he didn't know she
was.  The other two guys stood over us relentlessly wanking their cocks. It
was quite a shock when the older guy exploded with a blast of cum which was
hot, copious and forceful. It blasted down on top of my hair and forehead
and landed on the blindfold. The rest hit Ann-Marie's lips again. The young
lad, obviously thinking things were coming to a head, quite literally,
knelt down and aimed his cock straight at us. I was about to protest when
the cum hit me full in the face, dripping down again on Ann-Marie. I kept
fucking as I wanted her to orgasm again.

The guys quietly disappeared and I felt Rick's finger applying lube to me
fingering me as I fucked her.

Ann-Marie started to squeal in short breaths as her climax approached so I
moved my position to ensure she gained maximum pleasure as only I knew how.
She came just as I did, pumping my cum into her. It was the most amazing
orgasm of my life and I felt my very being being drained as I emptied my
balls into her.

The euphoria of climax was soon replaced by fear and guilt and I stood up
as Rick said to me, "My turn."

I think Ann-Marie had had enough at that stage as she started to get up but
Rick was having none of it. He stuck his fat cock into her and started
fucking her as roughly as he had in the past. I slid quietly into the
background and stroked my cock idly as I watched him close up entering her.

"Take that you slut.  You had five cocks in you tonight. Bet you're
cuckolded little husband would have a heart attack if he knew just what a
whore you are."

He fucked her and she grunted with each thrust until he dumped his cum in
her. I slipped quietly away.

I managed to easily get home and showered before her. When she climbed into
bed at just after midnight I put my arms around her.

"Not tonight darling, I'm a little tired," she said.

To tell you the truth, so was I!



Ann-Marie and Her Secret Lover – part four


I was pleasantly surprised when a couple of days later she asked Rick who
the guy was who had fucked her prior to him. Rick said it was a friend of
his and she asked if he would bring him along for a threesome. The response
surprised me. He said the guy was a bit of a faggot and not her type at
all. Coming from the guy who screwed me, I realised that Rick didn't like
competition and was nervous about his gay side coming out. He had to be in
control. When he offered a guy for a threesome who I realised was Dave, I
could see we were heading into dangerous territory. For the first time I
interjected and deleted his e-mail before she read it. He didn't bring it
up again during the next few days.

His leave was coming to an end again and I was tiring of Rick and working
out ways of "getting suspicious" to scare Ann-Marie off when he e-mailed
her again to say he knew this tall black guy who wanted to bang a white
lady. Would she be interested? He said he could probably organise a flat
(Lucy's I assumed) if she couldn't get the house free. I had to think
quickly.

"I would only be gone for the day darling," I said. "It's just this guy
from work is keen to renovate an old car and a Ford Capri 24 valve has come
up in Ayr and he's asked if I'll go with him to check it out. We were going
on Sunday leaving at around 11.00 and back by 6.00. We could have a nice
night in together when I get back. The kids don't go back until Tuesday so
maybe your mum could look after them again?"

I think I had covered all the necessary ground to give her en excuse to set
things up. Set it up she did and once more, the thought of my little
Ann-Marie with a black cock in her got me going. I set up my camera and
left just before 11.00 on the Sunday and went for a drive, my heart
thumping. I pulled into a lay-by and stroked my cock while thinking about
it. The time was 1.30 and I figured she would have a large black dick
inside her as I stroked myself in the car.


The afternoon dragged by and I called her as promised at around 5.00 to say
I would be home soon she sounded quite calm. When I walked into the house I
tried so hard to smell sex but couldn't. All I could smell was a meal
cooking for us.

"Have a bath and relax darling and I'll get you a drink," I said assuming
she had probably scrubbed herself before I got home.

"Em, there's no need really," she said.

"I insist," said I, opening a bottle of wine.

"OK," she said as she slipped through to the bathroom.

I offered her the glass of wine as she soaked and dashed through to take
the SD card out of the camera and copy the files to my computer. Deleting
the card content.  I opened my computer and ran as quickly as I could
through the scenes and could see the sex had happened. The black guy was a
stunning 6 feet tall, well built hunk and his cock looked massive. I had to
be quick and couldn't really enjoy it the way I wanted to but I decided to
enjoy Ann-Marie myself tonight one way or the other.

We had our meal and chatted while watching the television, a rare night for
us both without the kids. I had opened the third bottle of Merlot and we
were getting into it when she passed out.

"Darling," I said, shaking her.


I had a muffled response.

"Let's get you to bed."

I lifted her to the room, and laid her on the bed, slowly stripping her of
her sexy little skirt and t-shirt. I pulled her panties off and unclipped
her bra until she lay completely naked on the bed. I put the SD card back
into the camera and decided to do a show for me this time.

Her legs dangled off the bed so I opened her and could see the redness
around her cunt where she had been well fucked. I dipped my tongue into it
and licked around not sure if I could taste anything other than
Ann-Marie. My tongue loved the redness caused by her sex and I could even
see the mark of a light love bite on her breast, just small enough to be
confused as a bruise. I lay on her and eased my aching cock into her cunt
sliding in quite easily and gently fucked her. The fact that I was her
third cock that day excited me.

I was doing quite well but either she wasn't fully passed out or her cunt
was aching too much as she started to waken saying, "Tomorrow please, not
now."

"No" is "no" even from a drunk and I couldn't carry on so I covered her and
quietly slipped through to the study.

The event on screen started with Ann-Marie walking into the bedroom
completely naked followed by Rick and the black guy, fully dressed. She
showed herself off, twirling around and held her own tits from below,
cupping them in her hands provocatively.

"I can't wait for a bit of that," said a voice which I assumed came from
the black guy.

He walked over and started to kiss her all over. He kissed her fully on the
mouth, her breasts and downwards until he reached her cunt.

"My that's one wet pussy," I heard him say.

He stood up in front of her, his back to the camera.


"Take this baby out for me," he said.

I could see the action of unzipping him. She peeled his jeans down leaving
him standing in white t-shirt and pure white athletic briefs with the
"Giorgio Armani" waistband clearly showing.  The black skin against the
white was quite dramatic. Ann-Marie had a lust in her eyes. She slid the
briefs down.

"Holy shit," she said and the edge of a black tube became just visible
against her face.

Her mouth must have gone over the cock as she went silent and slurped. Rick
appeared, having stripped and stood to one side.

"You weren't joking about the size mate," he said and I saw his hand reach
out of sight, I presumed to grip the guy's cock.

The guy turned around to face me and I saw and tube of flesh that looked to
be around 10 or 11 inches long and thick. It was like something out of a
porn movie. He bent over exposing his arse to Ann-Marie and without any
hesitation she started to rim him. This was all new stuff to me. She was
hungry for it licking and holding him open as she did so. When the guy
stood up again, Rick said something I couldn't make out and bent forward
taking the guy's cock in his mouth. This didn't seem to faze Ann-Marie at
all. Rick sucked him hungrily until the guy had obviously had enough and
pulled his mouth off it, returning it to Ann-Marie. She seemed to be
ignoring Rick and worshipping the piece of black meat in front of her,
licking it's length and his hairless balls underneath. I had a pang of
jealousy. How I would have loved to share the guy with her and to watch the
action unveiling close up.

He pushed her gently on to the bed and started to lick the juices from her
obviously wet cunt, stretching her legs wide as he did so. Rick clambered
on to the bed and fed his dick to her. Thankfully he was at her head facing
downwards and allowed the camera to see all the action. He stroked his cock
on her face, rubbing it on her then pushing it in her mouth.  The black guy
raised his head.

"Let me see you fuck her. Get her ready for some real meat," he said to
Rick.

Rick obliged. He lifted Ann-Marie on to the bed at an angle which
thankfully was at 45 degrees to the camera and allowed me to see his
entry. Once more he was bareback and he roughly stuck his cock into her
with little foreplay. This guy had no finesse. Mind you she seemed to enjoy
"no finesse!"

He fucked like one of these guys in a porn movie, his cock straight into
her, missionary-style. He raised himself on his hands, pushed his cock in
and out and the sight of his big dick sliding in and out of her cunt was
awesome. Ann-Marie was vocal. She screamed encouragement to Rick almost
begging him to fuck her anyway he wished. The black guy watched, idly
stroking his long cock. He climbed on to the bed, facing Rick and lowered
his arse on to Ann-Marie's face, sitting on her mouth. I couldn't see what
was actually going on but the slurping suggested she was dining on his
arsehole again. I definitely needed to get more out of her sexually from
now on!

Rick gripped the guy's cock with his right hand and stroked him as he
fucked. Rick's bisexual side was definitely coming out of the closet.

"Stop man, or I'll shoot," said the black guy.

Rick stopped but obviously had not been too careful about his own orgasm as
he started to gasp, "I'm cumming!"

His staccato pumping into Ann-Marie suggested quite a load was being dumped
into her. Rick pulled out and a trail of cum strung out from her cunt to
the tip of his cock before breaking and dripping on to the bed cover.

"I just love sloppy seconds," said the black guy as he stood up.

He made Ann-Marie stand up the climb on to the bed doggy fashion. He went
behind her and positioned his long rigid weapon at her cunt, pushing in
with one swift move. She gasped as he slid his full length into her and
then started to fuck. She was moaning from the first thrust. Rick took a
back seat and left the black guy a clear run. He fucked her swift and hard,
holding her hips as he hammered the long cock in and out. He then threw her
over, one leg in the air and continued from her front allowing me, the
viewer, an amazing shot of the actual entry and her lips stretching around
his black meat. The contrast of black in white was immediately branded on
my memory..

Next, while still holding her, he stood and with one of Ann-Marie's legs in
each hand and facing the camera with him behind her, he stood holding her
in front of him and pumped the massive brute up into her. Rick's cum and
her own juices were frothing down the full length of his cock and Ann-Marie
climaxed as I had never heard or seen before. I thought she was having some
kind of seizure as she screamed. The guy's pace changed and it was obvious
his cum was being pumped into her. As he slowed and his cock withdrew, it
plopped out and cum poured out on to her legs and the carpet. She dropped
to her knees like a rag doll and at first I thought she was injured until
she looked up at him.

"Awesome!"

They all fussed around showering and getting dressed and I heard Rick
saying, "Now you're a real slut. Just wait to you see the other guys I have
lined up for you. My mate Dave wants to fuck you and a load of others."

Ann-Marie's eyes shot open.

"No I can't fuck Dave, he's too....close!"

"You silly bitch, you already have. He fucked you in the dogging session."

"Shit, did he know me."

"Dunno and don't really care. A slut's a slut!"

Ann-Marie looked really scared. I figured that she had been enjoyed this
dual life but the thought of it coming into the open frightened her. She
was silent until after they left then she frantically ran around cleaning
up.

I could hear her saying, "Shit, shit, shit," as she mopped and cleaned the
room.

The show was over so I logged into her Hotmail account and sure enough
there was a message to Rick.

"Tonight was fun Rick and I've really enjoyed the ride, quite literally,
but I think the time has come for this to end. I love my husband and
enjoyed the thrill that meeting you has given me but I can't afford to run
the risk of splitting my marriage. I hope you will understand and I would
like you not to get in touch again after tonight. Thanks for the fun, A.M."

 "Wow just when I thought I was losing her to all this exciting sex, she
turns back into a kitten!"

I was going to miss the slut she was but I also realised it would have
eventually led to problems so she was right and, as long as she had no idea
I knew, that would be fine. I was worried though as he was not returning to
sea until after the weekend and she had to work in the pub before then. I
decided I might make a trip down there just to sit quietly out of sight and
make sure she was OK on the Thursday.

My mum came and looked after the girls for a couple of hours and I went
down and slid into a corner getting one of the other staff to serve me. I
had a couple of pints and was just going to leave when Rick came
in. Ann-Marie looked shocked, however his body language didn't look
threatening so I just watched. I could make out that she asked the bar
manager for a short break and took him to a corner of the bar to talk. He
looked moderately resigned to the end of the fun and I was pleased.

Just at that moment, Ann-Marie looked up and saw me. Colour drained from
her face but she quickly composed herself and grabbing Rick's arm marched
him over to where I was.

"Hi darling," she said. "This is Rick, one of my regulars. Rick this is
Jim, my husband."

Rick looked at me and this time the colour drained from his face. He
obviously thought that I knew nothing about Ann-Marie and she knew nothing
about his homosexual encounter with me.

He mumbled a quick greeting and said he had to go, running out of the
door. I smiled and kissed Ann-Marie.

"Darling," she said, "Do you remember some time back you said you wanted us
to lead a sexually more interesting life with maybe the odd extra person or
two in it? I think I'm ready to talk!"

They do say every cloud has a silver lining don't they?



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