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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