Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, True Story, Cuckold, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Peter takes his wife Angie to the company conference in London where they discover themselves. Peter watches while Angie turns into a slut wife.

It all started in London, September 1998.

My wife, Angie and I were going through a bad time in our marriage. We’d been married for just over nineteen years. In that time, we had produced two kids and a nice home. My job was relatively well paid and it kept us in good financial order. All that said my relationship with Angie had over those sixteen years slowly became stale. Our feelings for each had waned into conventionality and even though I tried to bring some change or difference to the relationship, it always failed at the first hurdle with Angie always arguing the fact that everything was okay so why change. Since our youngest daughter was born and especially in the last two years, Angie had fallen deeper into this conservative blinkered state lost her sense of fun, fashion and sex. Whether it was ultimately due to carrying and giving birth to Lucy, I’ll never know.

In reality, I thought I’d lost the woman I’d married.

Angie had forgone her sense of fashion from a fun-loving attitude that gave her an eye for choosing just the right sort of clothing to set off her figure in the most delicate of ways that always made me want for more. She was a woman who loved to show her femininity sensuously that was never over the top or slutty looking; I always admired her for that.

Now she has become so conservative that she covers nearly eighty per cent of her body. Long skirts, jeans, baggy jumpers and high neck blouses gave her a dowdy look. I can’t remember the last time I saw her naked.

I suppose I could put it down to the conversation we had over the dinner table. It was in July 1998 our daughters were at home for the summer break. We’d just finished out main meal and Angie had got up and started collecting up the dirty plates.

“So who would like a pudding, then?” she asked.

“I’m not fussy really, but it was a nice dinner Mum,” Lucy said.

“What do you have Mum?” Jennifer asked.

I picked up my glass of Beaujolais and took a mouthful.

Angie replied, “Well there’s strawberry ice cream, Cherrie Cheese Cake or fresh Pineapple with cream.”

“Oh I’d love some fresh Pineapple, mum.” Jenifer asked.

Lucy’s eyes lit up, “And me.”

“And you Peter what would you like?” She had the dirty plates in her hands waiting for my answer.

Jennifer groan, “God mum what are you wearing?”

“What do you mean?” Angie asked as she looked down her body at her clothes.

“I mean what are you wearing, you look so dowdy.”

“I do not,” snapped Angie obviously not liking what her fifteen-year-old was saying.

“You do mum. Look everything your wear is so old fashioned.”

Then Lucy added, “That’s right mum, you look so decrepit.”

Angie stood at the door to the kitchen looking at her two daughters shocked, “Decrepit, well that’s nice isn’t!” Angie spoke and looked again at her clothing, “There’s nothing wrong with my clothes. I don’t know what you mean.”

“You really ought to look at yourself mum and lighten up,” Jennifer added.

Angie when into the kitchen the door swinging shut.

“Blimey, Dad why don’t you say something to her about it, Mum has lost her senses she has a much better body than she is letting on.”

“Come on Jennifer it has nothing to do with you what your mother wears. If she wants to wear those kinds of clothes, then that’s up to her you shouldn’t interfere.”

“But dad...”

“Don’t go there Jennifer. What happens between mum and me has nothing to do with you guys okay?” I snapped back knowing Jennifer would not stop until she has made her point.

With a sigh, Jennifer eased back and we all fell silent waiting for mum to return with our puddings.

A couple of minutes later Angie returned with the fresh pineapple sliced up on a plate. She placed the plate on the table and then handed round bowls for each of us.

“Help yourselves to the fruit and the cream is in the jug,” she said.

As we started to enjoy the fruit and cream Angie said to Jennifer, “So what’s wrong with my clothes I’ve been wearing these for years?”

I could see on Jennifer’s face the question would allow her to make another attack on her mother, something she has been doing frequently over the past three or four months. Once they were inseparable but since Jennifer’s sixteenth birthday Jennifer takes extreme delight in trying to ridicule her mother.

“That’s precisely what I mean. Your clothes are so ancient you can’t even get them from the charity shops anymore.”

With that Jennifer got up and left the dining room with a huge smile on her face knowing she’d one that round in this war of words and derision.

Over the following weeks, Jennifer exploited her position of being one up on her mother and made it known to all and sundry, especially her immediate friends that her mother had no form of dress sense and that she was living in the past.

In that year, my employer had a large conference in London. The company had had its best year so far and for the first time it allowed wives and partners to come along to the Year End Ball. The conference was a three-day event taking place in the Docklands area; all those going had a room in a hotel. In addition, because we were living down in deepest Cornwall we were given an extra night so that I was at the conference on time. It was to start on the Thursday and finish on the Saturday night, and culminating with the End of Year Ball.

I used this opportunity to bring Angie out of her conservative attitude and hopefully get my wife back, the one I married. In addition, if it all goes to plan it could stop our daughter ridiculing her mother.

Two weeks before the event at dinner, I asked Angie, “Would you like to go to London with me to the conference?”

“Oh yes, that would be great,” she replied then started to think about it.

“Can I go too?” Jennifer suddenly sat up.

“And me, I would like to go to London as well?” Lucy said trying to keep pace with her older sister.

“Afraid not girls, if mum says she wants to come then you two are staying with your Gran.”

“Oh Dad, not Grannies?” the two girls said almost simultaneously.

“So what do you say Angie?” I pressed.

“But you’ll be at the conference all day and I’ll be stuck in the hotel bored out of my mind.”

“Not necessarily, you could go sightseeing see the Tower of London, Buck Palace.”

“Not on my own,” she said looking fearful, “Oh no, I couldn’t go without you.”

“We could go with you and then you could see the sights,” Lucy interjected.

“I know you’ve never been to London before so why not take this opportunity, it’s free,” I said, “I really want you to be with me and we can go to the ball and dance all night.”

“Do you really, do really want me to be with you?” asked Angie amazed.

“Yes of course I do however, there is a catch though!”

“What do you mean a catch?” she asked suspiciously.

“It’s one you’ll like.”

“Well come on out with it,” she urged irritated.

“We’ll talk about that later. But in principle you would come with me?”

“Yes of course. But I don’t like catches.”

“Oh come on dad we want to know what you’re planning?” Jennifer said frustrated.

“It’s not for you girls to hear I’m afraid you will just have to wait that’s all.”

“Ah dad you always do this it’s just not fair,” Lucy groaned as she got up from the table.

“You’re right Lucy, dad is always doing this and it is so frustrating. Come on let’s go upstairs out of the way we’re clearly not wanted here,” Jennifer added rather piqued.

I waited until I heard the music go on then turned to my wife, “I would like you take this opportunity while in London to go shopping and buy yourself a new wardrobe of clothes.”

Angie looked sceptical, “Why, why do you want me to buy new things?”

“Because I want to see you looking nice again wearing more fashionable clothing.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Angie queried her face again looking irritated.

“Angie you’ve changed so much over the last couple of years. It pains me to see you like this. As you are at the moment you’re not the woman I married.”

“Oh, Peter what do you mean?” Angie looked utterly horrified.

“To be blunt your dress sense has become non-existent our sex life pretty much the same, making our relationship pretty insecure.”

“But I thought you loved me?” Angie blurted out her voice now sounding fearful.

“Of course I love you, Angie, but we both have needs. My need is to have you back the way you were. Before the girls were born, you were a fun loving exciting woman - the woman I married. Now you are the complete opposite.”

Angie went silent. She sat up in her chair, straight of back looking down into her lap where she started to fidget with her fingers. This was her normal stance when we started to a conversation and it didn’t go her way regardless of the trivialness of the subject.

“Don’t you agree you have changed?”

Angie nodded.

“I’m not chastising you, Angie you know me better than that. All I want is for you to be yourself. I don’t know what’s gone wrong or why but let’s see if we can bring your confidence back.”

Angie looked up at me with those large black eyes of hers and I could have melted into her arms but I held firm.

She nodded in agreement.

“All I want is for you to go shopping and have some fun purchasing some new clothes, dresses, skirts and even underwear. I want to see you looking sexy again as you used to. But more importantly I want you to feel sexy and confident.”

Angie looked down into her lap and quietly said, “I’ll try.”

That was good enough for me.

The night before we went to London the mother in-law came to pick up the girls.

Angie was clucking about like a hen with her chicks. Do this, have you got that, take this no not that. It was chaos on that Tuesday night as the girls packed for the four nights away.

Jennifer was being her awkward self, possibly more than usual for some reason. I could see Angie becoming angrier by the minute with her.

I caught up with Maureen my mother in-law in the kitchen she had made herself a coffee and was sitting at the breakfast bar.

“It’s chaos up there at the moment,” I informed her as I leaned back against the sink.

“Sounds like Jennifer is growing up fast?”

“You can say that again. She’s constantly challenging her mother on nearly everything she does,” I added, “I have had to step in on several occasions to keep them apart, I can see one day they will be at each other’s throats and I won’t be there to stop it.”

Maureen smiled, “Yes I know, Angie was the same with me as I was to my mother. It’s in our genes I think.”

“Genes or not it might be a good time for Jennifer to have a little one to one advice from someone other than Angie and me. I was wondering if you might find time to chat with her whilst she’s staying with you.”

“I can if you want. But I don’t think it will do any good,” Maureen spoke sincerely looking at me over the top of her cup.

“Well I thought I’d ask, I thought it might come better from you?” I added a little disappointed.

“Maybe, but if she is anything like her mother then she will be like this for a good few years to come. Angie didn’t change until she met you and the change was nearly over night. I would assume my mother would say the same about me if she were still alive.”

This revelation was a concern, as I didn’t know if I could put up with this bitterness until Jennifer found her man.

“Oh well I will just have to crack down a lot harder with her, I’m not going to put up with constant this confrontational attitude every time.”

“That won’t do any good Peter; it will only make her worse and rebel even more. I will speak with her and see if I can make her see some sense. I will not guarantee anything as I am sure it will go in one ear and out the other,” Maureen finished her coffee and stood up, “Still we can only but try can’t we?”

Maureen was in her late fifties but still had a body a lot of younger woman would love to have. Angie and Maureen were nearly the spitting image of each other; both had deep black hair and a fine porcelain complexion. The only difference between the two was Maureen had a few lines around the eyes whereas Angie didn’t. I have been told that some people think they are twins on first glance, and it’s not until they are close that they realise Maureen is the older of the two.

“I appreciate that Maureen, thank you.”

“You’re welcome Peter. You’re a good man and a loving husband I know you’ll do the right thing with the three women in your life,” she said with a warm smile while handing me her empty cup.

“Hey don’t you mean four women?” I said putting the cup in the sink.

Angie called from the hallway, “The girls are ready mum.”

“On my way dear,” she replied and looked at me, “What do you mean four?”

“Come on Maureen you’re the fourth woman in my life.”

“Jesus Peter, if only, if only that were possible,” I saw the seriousness on her face and suddenly realised for the first time in twenty years or more that she meant it.


The hotel was excellent. We had one of those large rooms with a king size bed and all the mod cons such as walk in shower, furniture for more than one person to sit in, satellite TV and a well-stocked bar I was well pleased.

We had arrived around four pm on the Wednesday so we found our room, showered had an early dinner and then went into the West End. I had managed to get tickets to see La Traviata.

Angie had been excited all day and everything was going well, that is until she’d changed to go out and her dowdiness again was there for all to see. I was livid that she hadn’t put herself out; she hadn’t put any make up on either. I bit my tongue and off we went.

The opera was excellent and Angie was in awe of it all. As we left the theatre, I managed to hail a taxi.

“Oh darling that was just wonderful,” Angie gushed as we settled in the rear seats of the taxi, “The music, the costumes, oh it was just pure magic.”

I had a huge grin on my face, happy to see my wife so ecstatic, “It was good I have to admit, but sad.”

“Yes,” Angie also agreed, “I cried my heart out at the end.”

“It was difficult not to,” I added.

“But sweetheart,” she said cuddling up to me, “It was the best ever. I shall never forget it, thank you.”

When we got back to the hotel, we had a nightcap in the bar. There was a man throwing some tunes together at the piano. As I ordered drinks at the bar I looked at the man playing, he reminded me of the man in Casablanca and half-expected Ingmar Bergman to enter and say those immortal words. But she never did and he never played the tune so we sat and quietly listened as he played through several songs some old some new but for us the magic was there. We love being in our own company whether in conversation or thoughtful silence we just let the music take over our minds and drift away the night.

Then suddenly the music stopped, and pianist had finished playing breaking the magic romantic spell that had envelope us. He stood up took a short bow and left.

The excellent atmosphere was broken and we went up to bed.

I made my advances towards her once we were under the covers but she rejected them saying she was tired from all the travelling. I again was angry and frustrated to say the least and fell asleep wondering if it was worth all the hassle.

I tossed and turned throughout the night and I woke even more frustrated and a deep bewilderment.

We went down to breakfast together. Angie was still dressing in her dowdy clothes and just looking at her took me deeper into my gloom. Very little was said to start with but in the end, Angie broke the silence.

“What time does the conference end today?” she asked as she drank her tea.

“About five,” I replied.

We fell silent again but then I asked, “You still going shopping?”

She looked at me and snapped, “Yes, that’s what you want isn’t it?”

“Don’t you want it too?” My gloom very quickly turned to anger with my voice indicated it.

Angie ignored the sound of my voice, “Yes, I think so. I want us to be happy,” she replied and finished eating her toast, “But I haven’t a clue where I should go or how to get there.”

“Well there’s Oxford Street that’ll be a good start.” I finished my coffee and stood up to go, “I’ve got quite a bit to do today so I’m going now.” From my wallet, I took out a credit card and gave it to Angie, “There have some fun; you have twelve hundred pounds to play with.”

Angie’s eyes lit up with amazement.

I smiled to myself and said, “When I get back tonight I want to see you dressed in some nice new sexy clothes.”

Angie was still in shock as she nodded in agreement.

Just as I was leaving the hotel, I remembered I had to see my boss Mr Buckle. I took a taxi to his hotel and went up to his room.

The old man’s voice called out from behind the door, “Come in.”

“I don’t have a key Mr Buckle,” I called back.

After a short wait the door opened and Mr Buckle looked out, “Oh, it’s you Peter come on in,” he said opening the door for me.

“How’s the hotel?” he asked.

“Very good thanks.”

“Had breakfast yet?” he asked closing the door after me and I entered his suite. I thought our room was big but you could our room into this one at least four times. This place is huge.

“Yes, I sat down with the wife for breakfast. Where’s Mrs Buckle?” I asked him.

“Take a seat Peter. She’s still in bed; Sally had a hectic night last night.”

“I took Angie to the opera and saw La Traviata.”

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Sure, that’ll be nice,” I replied, “Angie loves opera and has always wanted to come up to London and see some.”

“We saw that last year whilst up here on business,” he added while pouring out the coffee, “Sally balled her eyes out after,” he said with a smile.

“Angie was the same but she still loved it.”

“Just the one sugar, please,” I added as he went to the bowl.

“How was the trip up from deepest Cornwall?”

“Long, but we got here, the room is great. Not as grandiose as this one but good.”

Buckle handed the coffee to me, “So speech time how you getting along with it?”

“Well I’ve finished it but I’m sure you’ll rip it apart.”

“Aye, but we don’t have the time for too many changes as you’re opening the conference with this speech,” I said picking up the notes from off the table.

Twenty minutes later I handed the speech back and he began to read it.

I finished my coffee and then got up and made another from the pot on the table.

Then Buckle looked up saying, “You know I just don’t why I didn’t promote you to a higher position,” he said seriously as he glanced back over the text

I remained silent and sat sipping my coffee.

“That’s probably the best speech you’ve ever written.”

“You write them Mr Buckle I only revise them, taking out the repeats and the rubbish.”

Buckle looked at me and smiled, “Well I’m going to give you some information that does not go beyond these walls do you understand Peter?”

“I think so Mr Buckle,” I replied slightly confused.

“You’ve been with the company a good few years now?”

“Twenty-four,” I said.

“Aye, well this information is extremely sensitive and if it were to get out then heads will have to roll.”

Blimey, I thought what’s the old man playing at?

“I’m selling up Peter. I have had a couple of parties interested in the business and if they produce the goods then I’m out of the business for good. You should do the same.”

“Coming from CEO I suppose I should consider it,” I said with a smile but the smile fell on a serious face. A face I have seen many times in the past when he has or was about to lose his temper.

“You should, I will not be too fussy about who buys it. As long as I get what I want then I will let it go. I am almost certain jobs will go especially in the sales and head office staff.”

I suddenly thought about the time and looked at my watch, “Blimey we’d better get a move on otherwise you’ll be opening the conference late this year.”

“Come on then let’s get a move on,” Buckle grabbed his suit jacket and put it on then we made our way to the lift.

As we entered the lift so he went on, “You have been a loyal employee Peter, I thank you for that.”

“That’s okay, I’ve enjoyed working for you there’s no sin in it.”

“Aye, I think it’s you and old George Simpton that’s left from the first lot of sales people I hired. Do you remember those offices above the Indian restaurant?”

“Yes, and stank rotten. Those people who bought from there really didn’t know did they?”

“That’s for sure; look I’m going to tell George exactly the same as I have told you. When I sell the business, I will make sure you and George get a bit more than the rest of them okay. Just something to show my appreciation for your loyalty so make sure you start looking for something else, don’t leave until the last minute.”

“No of course not I’ll speak with Angie tonight and see what her thoughts are.”

So you brought the Misses with you. If I remember correctly I saw her at last year’s company Christmas party wasn’t?”

Aye, it was,” I replied. I can still remember him taking her onto the dance floor and whisking her round as if he were thirty again when he’s really in his late sixties.

“You have a very attractive woman there Peter. I would be proud to have a woman like that on my arm that’s for sure.” The lift doors opened and we stepped out. He moved in close and said, “You really must do something about her dress sense though. With a figure like hers she’d do better to show it off.”

I laughed and said, “You’ve got that right. I’m working on it though; she’s going out today to look for a new wardrobe.”

“Good man, now let’s get on with this damn conference.”

As I entered the hotel that evening, I noticed an advertisement for an 80’s disco in the hotel that night and I thought Angie would love that as she loves to dance. Me I’d rather sit and watch while waiting for the slow dances to happen that’s when I like to be on the dance floor, although it’s been years since we had a smooch.

I pressed the button to call for the lift and stepped back waiting for one of the three lifts to arrive. I was looking around the busy lobby when the bell for the lift arriving chimed and the doors opened. I entered and pressed the button for my floor. The doors started to close and I suddenly became apprehensive about Angie actually going shopping. If she’d backed out, not gone shopping how was I going to deal with it. This is something I never considered, yet it was the most obvious.

As the lift door was just about to close a man’s arm came through the closing gap stopping the doors closing. The doors snapped back and the man walked in, “Going up?”

I nodded saying, “Yes.”

“Come on Jennifer the man says he’s going up,” he called out into the lobby.

A woman then followed him into lift and I mentally gasped at her beauty. She was a brunette like my wife, tall and straight of back, with legs that seemed to go on for miles. She was dressed smartly yet a bit tarty with a pink short skirt with white lace trim a white blouse that pronounced her breasts and a short black jacket. Her long legs wore black nylons and red colour high heels.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked standing very close to her with his arm around her waist.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

I was standing to the back of them and though I wasn’t really listening, it was a distraction from my own worries. Then I heard her whisper, “Did you have to make me do this?”

In a normal voice, he replied, “Do what, honey?”

She sighed and spoke but it was too quiet for me to hear as I just got a word here and there.

“Sorry, what was that?” he asked, “Speak up girl,” he chided with a smile.

After a short pause, she asked slightly louder and enough for me to hear, “Did you have to make me leave my panties off?”

That was when my brain didn’t believe my ears.

Then the lift came to a stop and the bell rang. The doors opened and the couple got out. I could hear them talking as they went down the hall.

“God, you sexy bitch,” I said to myself smiling.

The doors closed and the lift took me up to my floor.

I entered the room to find a dozen carrier bags scattered across the bed. I smiled to myself and sighed with relief.

“Hello, I’m back.” I called out.

A voice came from the bathroom, “I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

I switched on the TV and sat to watch the early evening news.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

I stood up like an expectant kid waiting for a gift.

There standing in front of me was my wife. The wife I once had. She was wearing a pale blue skirt suite. With a tailored jacket that had two small buttons, pulling the jacket tight over her breasts forcing them up and in. There was no blouse so you had a full cleavage on show with a hint of a black lacy bra underneath.

Her skirt, like the jacket, was well cut, but it was the shortness of it that shocked me the most with the hem a good six inches above the knee. Angie was also wearing black stockings and I found out later a suspender belt. To cap off the suit, she was wearing heels of similar colour to her suite.

However, her hair made the biggest difference. She’d had a perm giving her hair long loose curls making her hair fuller and bouncier giving her an angelic sexy look.

“What do you think,” she asked, “You don’t think I’ve gone too far?” She smoothed the skirt down with her hands picking off a loose piece of cotton thread.

After putting my eyes back into their sockets, I replied, “Angie you look absolutely wonderful. Now there stands the woman I married.”

“Really,” she replied somewhat shocked.

“Really, you look beautiful. I’m proud of you, Angie really proud.”

“I have some other things to show you I’ll change into them.”

“No, no they can wait. I want you to stay as you are. Let me shower and change and we’ll go down to dinner.” I started removing my shirt and headed for the bathroom. In the doorway, I turned, “Why don’t you go on down to the bar and get the drinks in, I’ll only be a few minutes?”

A sudden shocked expression appeared on her face, “I, I don’t know if I can do that!”

“Sure y’ can. The way you look tonight every man in the bar will be looking at you, you’ll be the main attraction.”

“But Peter, I don’t want to be the main attraction,” Angie said her voice sounding desperate.

“You have nothing to fear. Just go down to the bar and order the drinks. Put them on the bill and wait for me, you’ll be fine, promise.”

“Okay,” she said weakly her head bowed in defeat.

“I’ll be about twenty minutes. By the time you get to the bar you’ll only have fifteen minutes to wait.”

I got my shirt off as my gorgeous wife walked out of the room.

It went downhill then.

Firstly, I had a fight with the shower controls, as I couldn’t get the right temperature. Then when I got out of the shower, the telephone was ringing. It was Buckle, “Hi Peter sorry to bother you at this time I just wanted to see say that this morning’s speech went down extremely well and I thank you for that but I was wondering if could come by again in the morning and go over the tomorrow’s speech...”

“Sure, that’s okay with me Mr Buckle I’ll be there same time tomorrow morning.” I said standing there dripping water.

“That’s great you can stop and do it here or, you can take it with you if you like so long as I get it back by Midday for the final speech at 1 o’ clock.”

“I’ll look first at what you’ve written and decide, so I’ll see you in the morning about the same time.”

“Um, by the way are you and your lovely wife coming to the ball on Saturday night?”

“Yes of course,” I replied, “We catch the 11:15 to Penzance on Sunday.”

“I would dearly like to meet your wife again.”

“Well we’ll” be there,” I said now feeling the coldness of the room as the water started to dry on my body.

“Great I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said and hung up.

I then raced around getting ready where I’d said I’d only be fifteen minutes it was now fifty. I was half expecting Angie to walk through the door with a full of anger.

I ran to the lift and the doors opened immediately I pressed the down button and I got in.

The bar was very busy. Everyone were city types in their suits. One crowd of about six men were loud and generally having a good time.

I looked around the large room as I headed for a space at the bar.

At first, I couldn’t see Angie and I suddenly thought that I might have missed her as she could have been in the other lift going up whilst I was coming down.

The bar tender arrived and I ordered a glass of Beaujolais.

As I watched the bar tender walk away to get my order I suddenly saw Angie sitting at the far end of the bar sitting with her back to me.

With a glass of red wine the bar tender return placing the glass on the bar, “Anything else, Sir?” he asked with a smile.

“No thanks, can you put it on the bill please?”

“Sure, can I have your key card sir?”

I gave him my card. He swiped it through card reader on the till, “There you go sir, thank you,” and returned my card.

What I saw was a revelation, Angie had shocked me; there was my prudish wife who wouldn’t speak to anyone unless she’d known them for several months, sitting in a bar in London, speaking to a complete stranger...

I was so shocked that I wanted to make sure that they were really talking. Consequently, I walked around the room until I got to a position where I could clearly see them.

Sure, enough they were talking and what’s more Angie looked like she was enjoying his company and she started to laugh at something he’d said.

The man was well into his sixties short with a balding head with a narrow white moustache along his top lip. What drew your attention most though was his large potbelly that hung well over his trousers. He was dressed in a suit but from where I was standing not in a good state of repair. He really looked like a travelling salesman on bad times.

Angie was sitting on the bar stool while her new friend was standing in front of her with a half full pint glass in his hand. What I notice most was whenever Angie looked away from him he would look at her legs. It was then I became aware of her skirt had ridden up big time. I suppose because it was short anyway it wouldn’t take much for it to ride up if it were unchecked by the wearer. Moreover, this was unchecked even from where I was standing I could glimpse some stocking top. What he could see from his position God only knows.

I thought it time I made my entrance.

I approached them just as Angie threw her head back with laughter. The old man had obviously told her another joke and once again, he looked at her legs. As I came along side Angie I looked down to find her legs slightly parted and he was probably looking at her panty covered crotch.

I touched Angie on the shoulder and she looked at me and smiled. The look I got from the old man was predatory; he was clearly thinking he was on a winner with Angie.

“Hi darling,” she looked at the old man, “This is my husband, Peter. Peter this is Sid he’s in sales just the same as you.”

“Hi, Sid it’s nice to meet you.”

Sid was crestfallen as he looked up at me, “Peter,” he replied taking my hand and gave me one of the limpest handshakes I’d ever had.

I looked down at her legs and Angie saw me, she immediately realised her skirt needed pulling down and did so very quickly.

“Well thanks for looking after my wife, Sid. It appears she was having a good time but we’re going into dinner now,” I looked at Angie, “Shall we go?”

“Yes of course. Thanks for a nice time Sid,” Angie said to him with a nice warm smile. We left to enter the restaurant leaving Sid rather deflated.

We went to our table and I ordered a bottle of wine.

“I see you were having a nice time with, Sid?”

“It was okay. But you were a long time?”

“I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t get the shower to work at first and once I was out the boss phoned.”

“It took me a while to get the shower to work. What did your boss want?”

“He wanted to go through his speech with me. He’s got to speak to all of us tomorrow morning, he’s asked me to go to his hotel room again in the morning,” I explained, “I saw old Sid getting an eye full?”

Angie looked puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Well he was certainly looking at your legs quite a bit. Not that I blame him you have lovely legs even more so when you’re wearing stockings.”

“What!” Angie’s face turned deep red with embarrassment.

“You mean you didn’t notice the fact that your skirt was so high he could see the tops of your stockings?”

“Oh my God; he must think I’m a tart or something,” Angie interrupted. Her look of shock was so real.

“But from his position he was probably looking at your panties!”

“Oh no, I’m going to change,” Angie said disgusted. She was completely lost for words and the shock was evident on her face. Angie made to get up grabbing for her handbag.

“Sit down, Angie and don’t be silly these things happen.”

“But...”

“You’re know more of a tart that the next woman. Sit down and order your meal, the waitress is coming.”

Angie sat and put her bag on the floor.

The waitress took our order and then hesitated, “If you don’t mind me saying but that outfit you’re wearing I really like it.” She looked Angie up and down smiling and looking slightly embarrassed.

“What did I tell you, case closed?” I added.

“Would you tell me where you got it from?”

“Um, well I got it today it was one of those little boutiques down Carnaby Street.”

“Well it suites you. Everything about it makes you look really good,” the waitress smiled and went off with our order.

Angie sat flabbergasted. Her mind reeling from what the waitress had said.

“See I told you, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did. Going by what you said I suppose Sid thought he was in for a chance with me.”

“I had the same thought when I saw him looking at you. When I turned up he was about to tell me to bugger off but you introduced me as your husband and thwarted all of his plans for tonight.”

“He must think me easy,” Angie added perplexed.

“Don’t worry about it Angie, he’s seen no more than what you would’ve seen on the beach.”

“I suppose you’re right, but because of what you’ve said I feel dirty.”

“Well you shouldn’t.”

We had our meal chatting throughout. We hadn’t done this for a very long time and we were both enjoying the evening.

Music started in the bar, the advertised disco has started playing eighties music. Angie and I got up and went into the bar. A few people were already dancing and we found a table not too far from the dance floor. I got us another bottle of wine and we sat watching the dancers.

Angie was always a girl who loved to dance. Even now, the music was making her gently jig in her seat, but she would never get up on her own. It would always be me who would instigate the dancing and from then on she was lost to the music and only came back to the table for refreshment.

After a while I took her onto the floor and we danced to a tune and then I returned to our table, Angie remained on the floor dancing away without a care in the world. For my part, I just love to watch her, and now that she was well dressed and looking sexy, watching her dance was a delight.

The evening went on and Angie was back and forth drinking her wine. She sat with me for a while and as we sat quietly, watching the dancers Sid turned up. The short potbellied man walked up to our table.

“Hi there,” he said with a tentative smile, “Any chance I might join you folks?” he called over the music.

I indicated for him to sit but before he did he called back saying he would get some more wine.

“Why have you allowed him to sit with us?” asked Angie somewhat miffed.

“Hey I was only being friendly that’s all,” I replied.

“He’s a dirty old man, a man who was looking up your wife’s skirt!”

“He was only doing what any other full bloodied male would do. If I hadn’t told you about that you wouldn’t have known would you so don’t come all innocent with me.”

Angie fell silent.

“I thought you wanted us to have a good time with just the both of us?”

“I do and we are,” I replied, “I have my gorgeous wife dressed nice and sexy and she is having the time of her life on the dance floor. This is the way you like it. I’m enjoying it as well so just to have some lonely old man join us for a friendly chat isn’t going to ruin it for us?”

Angie looked back at me her eyes glaring, then she saw Sid returning to our table and her eyes softened.

Sid came up to the table and placed the bottle down and then sat next to Angie on the opposite side of the table effectively blocking Angie in.

Sid didn’t see the thunder on her face. It was clear she wasn’t happy.

The old man started to talk business and Angie raised her eyes in exasperation and then turned to me saying, “I’m going back on the dance floor while you two talk business,” her voice full of indignation.

I let her out and she walked over to the dance floor. Sid and I watched her go; we both watch the swing of her hips, eyes glued to the movement of her body as she stepped onto the floor.

Sid turned back to me and saw that I’d been watching him looking at my wife. But he didn’t show any kind of embarrassment and straight away asked, “So how’s the conference going Pete?” his voice expectant.

“Fine, boring as ever, the only reason why we’re all here is because they announce the salesman of the year and he receives his bonus cheque.”

Sid smiled knowingly, “I haven’t seen many of those these past few years, so how is business?”

“It’s been good. The whole company has done well this year. Whoever is top salesman is expecting an extra-large pay out this year,” I replied knowing Sid was fishing for information.

“Are they recruiting?” he asked as he drank some beer, “Recruiting salesman?”

“I’m not sure, I know they are looking for people with computer skills, you know systems etc.”

Sid looked a bit disappointed with that answer, “That’s all these company’s want now is computer people.”

“Y’ right there Sid,” I agreed.

“Trouble is computer people don’t bring the money in do they, only we salespeople do that, do the hard work.”

“Aye,” I mumbled as I drank some wine thinking I ought to change the subject, “I don’t think I’ve won the top slot. It’s been a colleague of mine; he’s won it several years on the trot.”

“We continued to talk for another twenty minutes or so when Angie returned.

I stood up and let Angie in. She slid along the fake leather seat into her place and picked up her glass. I sat next to her and saw her skirt had risen up considerably. Even from where I was sitting I could clearly see the tops of her stockings and I was sure if it rose another quarter of an inch her knickers would be on show.

Trying to look as casual as I could, I looked at my glass and as I raised it looked at Sid.

There he was clearly gawking at my wife’s stocking clad thighs.

Angie was panting from her exertion of the dance floor. She’d drunk her glass of wine and was now sitting quietly while gently moving to the music. This is something she just loves to do. Once on the dance floor she never wants to come off, she loves it with a passion.

For several minutes Angie sat resting, she still hadn’t notice the state of her attire.

Now that Angie was back Sid’s thoughts had been distracted and was now grabbing snatched looks at her exposed thighs. He certainly didn’t want to talk about business anymore. In fact he’d stopped talking altogether.

The wine had dried up so I got up to get another bottle and another beer for Sid. I left the two of them to their own devices. I got another bottle and Sid’s drink and headed back to the table to find Angie was dancing again. Sid was also there strutting his stuff. Sitting I kept an eye on both of them as the music dictated the speed of the dance. He wasn’t actually dancing with Angie but he was keeping close. In the end it was a little embarrassing as he tried miserably to impress with his moves. Showing off his moves actually amounted to nothing.

The music changed tempo and Angie came off the floor for another drink.

“Old Sid there isn’t a bad mover for his age?” I said to her.

She looked back at the old man still dancing, “Yeah he’s ok,” she replied and then returned to the floor.

It was Sid’s turned to come back to the table and he knocked back a good half of his pint. He was sweating profusely and he sat down breathing heavily.

“It’s really hot in here.” he commented. I knew it was more to do with him being unfit.

Then a slow tune came on and that was my cue. I got up and joined Angie on the floor and we started dancing together. I held her close feeling her breasts against my chest. I really felt great holding my new sexy wife. We moved around the floor jostling with the other dancers, we moved fighting for our little bit of space. The music went on and I think we both went off into our own little comfort zone as we felt the warmth of our bodies against each other. I don’t remember how long we were together but I was in heaven. I’d forgotten what it was like to dance with Angie as she clung close to me, to feel her breathing and where she’d being dancing for so long her beating heart. The sensation was so intoxicating that I really didn’t want to let her go - ever. It came back to me, that first smooch of a dance we had all those years ago. The feel of her body against mine and the heat that emanated from it, I absorbed it my own body luxuriating in it as was now. The smell of her then wafted into my memory and I remembered it as if it were last night. A perfume she has worn since our marriage over ruled that memory and as I held her that scent made me hold her even closer and I dreamt that we could remain like this forever.

However, my reverie very quickly ended.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and with a jump looked round to find Sid standing there smiling, “Can I butt in here Pete?”

He caught me of guard I suppose. I really didn’t know what I was doing and stepped away from Angie and he took my place. I stood there and watched as his arm went around her waist and pulled her close. The cosy warmth of our joining suddenly disappeared as he began to move her round the floor. I saw Angie’s face and it was one of desperation with a huge question of why.

Returning to our table, I drank a good portion of my glass of wine. The alcohol burned as it went down, but I finished the glass anyway and poured the remainder of the bottle to re-fill it. I sat trembling as if it were cold and watched my wife with Sid.

The two of them seem to be in a battle of wits. Sid had put his hands on her arse and Angie removed them. He pulled her closer to him squashing her against his body his pot belly forcing her body to bend forward over it. She in turn tried to push him away, trying to hold him back at arm’s length.

The music went on.

A couple next to us sat down and had a drink the woman spoke to her partner saying, “I like this DJ he plays smooching music for a good half hour or more,” she sipped her drink while her partner drank from his pint glass, “Shall we go back?” He nodded and off they went back to the floor.

Christ, I thought looking at my watch, Angie could have another fifteen minutes with Sid.

I looked back to find they had disappeared in the throng of bodies scampering for space on the dance floor. I looked around the bar to see nearly everyone was actually dancing; now you don’t see that very often.

Then they reappeared and this time Angie was still holding him at bay. However, his hands had returned to her arse and she hadn’t bothered to remove them. Also, he had his leg between hers and was trying to force her crotch against it by pulling her onto it.

Her face was panic stricken. Yet her mouth was part open and her eyes were closed. She looked as though she were in the throes of an orgasm when suddenly the music changed. A sudden mad rush to get off the dance floor was next and Angie managed to break free from Sid’s clutches and dashed to our table.

I could see she was angry and her face was crimson.

She plonked herself down on the seat and finished off her glass of wine in one.

Sid had disappeared.

I watched Angie closely; her eyes were dancing about with her anger her face still blushed. Refilling her glass, she looked at me, “What happened, we were dancing; you gave me to Sid why?”

I remained silent for I didn’t have an answer for her.

She sighed, “We were enjoying the closeness weren’t we, and something we hadn’t done for years. Why did you give me up to Sid?”

“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully, “I agree it was something special, it really was nice it was like old times; I’m sorry I don’t know why.”

“Well it ruined it. I’m so embarrassed, the man’s an animal.” She looked over at the dance floor as if it were calling to her, drained the wine in my glass.

“Did you see what he was trying to do me?”

I shook my head, “No,” I hesitated remembering the look on her face as he had his leg between hers, “I’m not sure!”

“Well he got his leg in-between mine and was forcing my crotch against in an attempt to bring me off the fucking pervert,” she spat the words out as she got up from the seat and went back to the dance floor.

I sat there slightly stunned, yet at the same time I was mildly excited. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock and I liked what was happening.

Sid returned and sat opposite me, “Where’s Angie?” he asked.

“Dancing,” I replied shouting over the music, which seemed to be louder now.

He looked, spotted her dancing, and then looked back at me, “Do you mind if I...”

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

He looked sheepish, “Oh, um sorry about that.”

“You’d better apologise to Angie not me.”

“Oh, okay.” He picked up his pint and drank some beer.

It was a good ten minutes before Angie returned to the table.

I looked at my watch and thought it time to return to our room. Angie was still crimson and she wouldn’t look at Sid.

“I suppose it’s time for us to go up to our room another busy day tomorrow.”

The music was still in full swing but the crowd was thinning out so I suppose it was that time.

Then Sid spoke up, “Angie I wish to apologise for my actions earlier I really am sorry for the way I acted.”

Angie was physically shocked at his sudden apology and she coloured up as again her embarrassment took hold.

But Angie collected her thoughts and said quietly, “Apology accepted Sid.”

Sid too seemed to cheer up as well, he smiled saying, “Say why don’t you both come up for a night cap all on me as an apology,” he smiled warmly and although it was late, I had no objections but considering what had happened between Angie and Sid I had serious thoughts about her reaction.

“Okay with you, Angie?”

Angie look sceptical her mind working overtime as what Sid’s intentions were, “Alright but not for too long, you’ve got to be with your boss before the conference tomorrow,” Angie replied.

I turned to Sid and said, “Lead on.”

Sid led us into his room and I made a beeline for the chair. His room was smaller than ours was but it was comfortable with a double bed and the usual amenities. Sid went straight to the mini bar and took out a couple of small bottles of red wine. He poured out the wine and passed them to us. Angie had sat on the end of the bed looking a bit hesitant. She took the wine and sipped it while Sid got himself a bottle of beer.

He sat next to Angie and we started to chat.

Angie began to relax as we talked about family and our kids, their education and politics. So far, the time spent with Sid was interesting and when he showed us pictures of his family Angie seemed completely relaxed. It was just after one am when Angie yawned and flopped back on the bed. She lay there with her eyes closed very nearly asleep. She’d fallen back with no regard to her dress and her skirt had ridden up quite a lot to reveal her stoking top.

Sid leaned over onto his side propping up his head in his hand. We were still talking, chatting about the Middle East of all places.

His ideas of putting the world to rights were extreme to say the least.

During the course of our conversation, Sid moved to lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand on the far side of Angie. Looking at Angie I thought she had fallen asleep. It was then I saw him.

I hadn’t a clue how long he’d been doing it but I was shocked. The audacity of it; there he was running a finger from the hem of Angie’s short skirt over her thigh and flat tummy to the waistband. Then he slowly bought his finger back down. There was no response from Angie, maybe she had fallen asleep and didn’t know it was Sid that was caressing her maybe even forgotten where she was after all the drink she’d had.

Sid then traced his finger over her thigh making small circles as we talked. It was as if he was doodling, using his finger as if it were a pen.

With no response from Angie, Sid seemed to ignore me and continued to caress my wife while we talked.

At first, I was angry that he should take such a liberty. I wanted to tell him to leave Angie alone and take her back to our room but for some reason I wanted to continue with the conversation.

Sid had now run his finger several times up and down my wife’s body. Then on the next pass, upwards he hooked his finger under the hem of her skirt and pulled it up exposing most of her thigh and a good portion of her stocking top.

On the next pass upward, he did it again but on the other leg, this revealed all of her stocking on that leg and some of the bear flesh above. He again did the same manoeuvre on both legs lifting her skirt higher until it wouldn’t go any further unless he could get Angie to lift up off the bed.

From where I was sitting, I could just see her black panties. What suddenly hit me was the fact that we’d stopped talking.

The room had gone silent or so I thought. But there was a distinct sound of Sid’s breathing. The only sound in the room was Sid, his excitement was emphasised by a mild wheeze as his lungs responded to his expectations.

Sid’s face now showed a tenacity to get what wanted right from the start when he first met Angie in the bar. The old man had wanted to get into her knickers then and now even more so. That determination was written all over his face and he was unwavering in his objective to get what he wanted.

Sid wasn’t going to miss out either he sat up and looked down at my wife’s partially exposed mound. Her lovely legs were slightly open giving him a good view. I could see he wasn’t going to let an opportunity pass as he gently opened my wife’s legs and took a lustful look at her panty-covered minge.

In all my years of marriage I’ve never had any thoughts of sharing my wife with another man. I know some men harbour that fantasy and I’ve read one or two stories concerning wife sharing but it was never in my mind. I’d always thought myself a jealous man when it came to my wife.

Blame it on the drink if necessary but as I sat there watching I really didn’t want to stop it.

Then without further ado, as if I wasn’t there, he was down on his knees opening her legs further and shuffling forward. I then heard the sound of a zipper and watched as he fumbled about with his trousers. He shuffled forward a bit more so that he was positioned well up and between my wife’s thighs.

Shit, he’s going to fuck my wife!

I stood up.

My heart was beating so hard it hurt. What do I do?

My mind went suddenly blank; I could see Sid holding his erect cock in his right hand and was just centre metres from her pussy. The only thing in his way was her black panties, a thin membrane of cotton preventing him from his goal. However, Sid was in control. He was a man on a mission as he pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side revealing her fleshy hairy labia. His cock was rock hard and of similar size to my own.

Leaned forward he rubbed his cock head several times along Angie’s minge slit until I saw her arousal on his cock. His cock head was wet on the top side with her cunt juice.

What do I do? My mind was a complete blank. Stuck somewhere between action and inaction when suddenly I found my voice, “What are you doing Sid?”

He snapped his head round at the sound of my voice. In his single mindedness to achieve getting into Angie’s knickers he’d actually forgotten all about me. His mind was so fixed on Angie that when I did speak it brought him back to reality.

“Pete,” he said with a weak smile. His voice was parched and the word sounded strained, “She is so incredibly horny mate I have to have her!” His face was pure lust eyes wide and red with expectation.

“But she’s my wife you can’t...”

“I know, but I just...” He broke off and just pushed forward his cock head disappearing between her sex lips. He pulled back just a fraction and then pushed again and I found myself watching this man, a stranger, sliding his cock into my wife’s body.

When his potbelly rested on her mound, I knew he was almost all the way inside of her. I then heard Angie give a low grunt followed by a long sigh. I looked at Angie, her eyes were shut and her mouth fractionally open.

Sid then got his arms under her legs and pushed upwards while moving forwards he was able to get to his feet forcing Angie to bend at the waist lifting her arse off the bed. Her legs were now fully open, skirt up around her waist exposing her panties and her stocking cover thighs while her lower legs dangle from his arms. The position allowed his cock to go even deeper into her body.

I stood there like a lemon with the hardest erection I’ve ever had.

“Shit, she feels so good,” exclaimed Sid as he remained savouring my wife’s cunt.

On hearing his voice Angie opened her eyes. At first, I could see she wasn’t registering what was happening to her until I saw her look up at Sid. Her eyes bulged in shock and a gasp escaped her lips. At the same time Sid started fucking her, I saw his cock slide out and then back in.

“Oh!” Angie looked over at me. Her face suddenly coloured crimson, her eyes full of fear and embarrassment all at the same time. “No...” she whispered.

My wife was no longer a virgin housewife. She was taking another man’s cock and she did nothing to stop him fuck her.

Sid took long slow thrusts into her cunt savouring the feel of her hot sex all the way along his shaft and the incredible feeling of her fleshy cunt lips kiss the base of his cock as he ground his pubes into hers.

He kept this up for several minutes and then took his arms out from under her legs letting them fall to the bed and feet on the floor. Sid then put his arm under her back and lifted her up. Her legs automatically came on the bed and while keeping his cock bedded in her cunt he shuffles her up the bed until she was laying in the missionary position and him lying on top of her.

It was now that he really started to fuck her. Angie wasn’t responding and I was glad in a way. His fat belly flopped about every which way as he thrust into her.

Sid was driving at a steady pace while Angie just lay there with her legs open just enough for him to lie between. His pace wasn’t too fast or to slow. He was kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobe. He tried to kiss her mouth but she turned away.

I moved closer watching Angie lie there with her eyes closed hiding away within her shame.

It was then I thought about our marriage, everything was going to turn ugly after this.

I really didn’t know what to do now. Yes, I know some guys would be smashing this guy to a pulp but you’re not in this situation.

I decided to return to my chair when I noticed Angie’s legs open a little bit. Then I saw her hips rise to meet his inward thrusts.

My God, she’s beginning to respond to him.

Sid kept the pace steady and then Angie sighed, “Oh God!” Her arms went around him while she opened her legs further and bending them at the knee - opening herself completely to this man fucking her.

With her legs in that position, I could see his cock sliding in and out like a piston. His length glistening with lubrication; her fluids were soaking her sex lips matting her pubic hair to her body.

Sid was certainly giving my wife Angie a good seeing too, she was responding to his movements with her own.

He gave a grunt and sucked on her neck. She held onto him as he speeded up and at the same time thrust harder.

Angie again groaned in pleasure as her lover ploughed into her. Then I watched completely mesmerized as Angie arched her back, her hips were still bucking in time with Sid’s thrusts. Then suddenly she went rigged and then I saw her thighs start to quiver and at the same time lifted her head up and looked over his shoulder. She thrust her hips several times as her orgasm crashed through her body; as she held on so her head sort of went up and down in time with her hips. “Oh my God!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Then Sid pushed violently forward burying his cock deep into Angie’s cunt and started spunking my wife. I watched him jerk with every throb of his cock. A loud groan of sheer pleasure burst from his mouth as he flooded my wife’s cervix with his sperm.

Both of them collapsed back onto the bed. Angie was panting hard; trying to get her breath under control after her intense orgasm by this stranger had given her, her face blotchy from the exertion.

Her lover had fallen on her. He too was gasping for breath, wheezing from the need to fill his lungs, his throbbing cock still bedded in her cunt.

I was now standing at the bottom of the bed exalted at what I’d just witnessed.

Angie sighed as he eased back slipping his softening cock from my wife’s cunt. Then with a lot of effort he got up onto his arms and then rolled off and lay beside her.

My wife laid there, her legs open and I watched as his white goo oozed from my wife’s sex. It seemed to slowly seep from between her minge flaps and gently roll down over her lips and down towards her arse.

Sid moved and sat up; Angie closed her legs and pulled her skirt down.

I looked at Sid and him at me. I could see the sweat on his face as he looked at Angie and then back at me. Sheepishly he said, “Look, I’m sorry, Pete.” He then slid off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Angie sat up, her face was blushed with that just fucked look, and she was slightly disorientated. As she climbed off the bed she looked at me and gave a half-hearted smile I also noticed that her panties had slipped back into place covering her well fucked hole.

I took her by the arm and helped her to her feet, as if by some mutual understanding we both left Sid’s room and returned to our own. This was done in complete silence as neither one of us was able to find the courage to say anything.

Once in our room we got undressed. I sat on the bed as Angie quietly removed her clothes. The first thing I noticed was the hickey on her lower neck - then as she pulled her panties down I saw her black bush matted and still very wet. I couldn’t take my eyes away. As Angie removed her bra I watched fascinated as spunk started to run from her cunt and down her thigh.

Angie very quickly went into the bathroom.

How did this happen?

Why did I allow it to happen?

I got into bed. It was just after three am. Angie got into bed next to me.

I could still see Angie and Sid together on the bed and my cock grew almost instantly. I touched Angie’s thigh and moved towards her. She opened her legs with no preamble and I mounted her.

My hard cock slid into her sex with ease. She was extremely hot and wet. I fucked her taking a lesson from Sid’s performance. My body was telling me that I needed to come and come quick but I was determined to make sure that I bought my wife off. Fighting back the feelings of wanting to ejaculate I pumped into her and after a good half dozen times she held onto me as I felt the wetness engulfing my cock. She felt as if she had a gallon of spunk up her she was that wet. My cock seemed to glide in and out pumping her with steady strokes as another man’s spunk coated my cock. Angie then pulled me close and came. Her body shivered underneath me, “Oh yes!” she called out. “Hmm -- my god that was good.” She kissed me deeply; I stiffened and pumped my spunk into her womb to mix with Sid’s deposit. The force of my ejaculation was such that it felt like it was lava pouring from my cock. With a groan, I fell onto my wife and then slowly rolled off her. We lie quietly until we fell asleep.

I woke with a start. My body seemed to jerk me awake and I lay in this warm cosy bed. My mind was completely blank and I didn’t have a clue what caused me to wake up like that. Lying on my back, I looked at the ceiling trying to focus. My disorientation then vanished as it all came rushing back, Christ what have we done.

What have I done?

I swallowed hard trying to keep the bile down, as I suddenly felt physically sick. Swallowing again my mind began filling with images. Pictures of my wife on her back legs open with Sid lying between them. Another man had had my wife I didn’t do nothing to stop it, nothing. I looked to my left and there she was calmly sleeping. What will go through her mind when she wakes up and reality kicks in?

Angie was laying half on her back and half on her side facing me. Her black hair had partially slipped over her face partly hiding it from me. She looked so beautiful so peaceful. As I watched her sleep those pictures of her and Sid flashed through my mind again. I wondered what she thought when she discovered it wasn’t I standing above her. I still saw the look of shock on her face as she opened her eyes and looked up at the stranger. What went through her mind at that point? Why didn’t she push him off, make her feelings felt or whatever? She didn’t though she let it happen. Let a stranger take her, service her and made her come. The look on her face was pure bliss as her orgasm crashed through her body.

It was a scene I shall never forget; it had been so erotic so mind blowing that I lay there with a raging erection.

Looking at my watch, I noted the time and got up to shower and shave. I walked to the bathroom my erection bouncing about still hard probably because I also wanted to pee.

I had my shower and then shaved, got dressed and entered the bedroom.

Angie was still sleeping she was lying on her side. Her black hair tumbling over the pillow made her look sexy. I had this thing in my mind that I didn’t really want to face her just then so I went down to breakfast.

In the restaurant, I sat and pondered on last night’s events. I have never had any real strong fantasies about sharing my wife with another man or even a threesome; yes, I’ve read the stories but never really wanted to do it or take part. In any case, I always thought the stories were just that, stories, written by people for titillation.

However, last night was a complete revelation. How and why did it happen? What possessed me to allow a complete stranger use my wife and do nothing to prevent it?

Having said that why did Angie allow it?

I felt disgusted with myself and really thought I’d let Angie down and at some time today our marriage will disintegrate. However, a picture remained in my head, it wouldn’t go away the scene of Angie and the way she had come, the way her body responded to HIS taking of her. The scene was electrifying and printed forever in my brain.

It then occurred to me I might bump into Sid. He could be in the restaurant. In a panic, I stood up and looked about the room, this sudden dread of having to face him with the knowledge that he’d had my wife, how could I look him in the eye knowing that he’d shagged her, on our bed. What would I say to him, did you enjoy my wife last night, now I know what Angie feels like when she gets embarrassed - but he wasn’t there. A sickening feeling filled my gut and I returned to my chair still looking about the room.

I finished my full English breakfast and gulped down my coffee. I returned to our room, butterflies dancing in my stomach, I was so apprehensive when I entered; not knowing what Angie’s response was going to be.

I looked at my watch to discover it was time to go down and meet the taxi provided to take me to and from the conference venue.

Angie was up and sitting on the bed. I closed the door.

“Morning,” I said trying to sound up beat. We looked at each other, I smiled saying, “You okay?”

Angie was wearing her dressing gown, “Yes, I’m fine,” she replied meekly, “I wanted to see you before you went off to the conference.”

“Oh, you were still sleeping and as we were late last night I thought you’d like to lie in, sorry.”

Angie went to the mirror and started to comb her hair.

“Well I’ll just clean my teeth and then I’ll be off, the taxi will be waiting. Are you going shopping today?”

“Yes, that’s what you want isn’t it.”

“I want you to look good, like you used too.”

“What time will you be back?” I could feel the atmosphere building between us.

“About five, why don’t you look for a nice dress for the ball tomorrow night?”

“Okay.”

I was angry. Angry with myself mostly, last night had put even more strain on our marriage whether intentionally or not. I was also angry with Sid for his part in putting us in this position. The anger surged through my mind wanting revenge and I left our room with that in mind.

I met Mr Buckle and again I set about his speech. The wording wasn’t as good as his first speech but it was close.

“There you are Mr Buckle,” I said just as I looked at the time, “We’ve got just over six minutes to get downstairs and start the conference.”

“Good job. Thank you, John.” Buckle said as pulled his jacket on and headed for the door. I followed and we went down to join the rest of the company.

The conference as with all conferences was a complete bore. How do these speakers manage to waffle on about nothing for hours on end and then go on to justify what they’ve said?

On and off throughout the day I thought about Angie and what we allowed to happen last night. Reminiscing soon gave me a mild erection, which stayed with me for the rest of the day. Also, as the day went on, I slowly warmed to the idea of what happened last night finding it truly exciting; the effect on me was more than I ever thought possible.

In the taxi back to the hotel, I decided I’d take Angie to a show or a film to get her away from possibly meeting with Sid again. However, he had mentioned this was his last night in London. I really didn’t think it was a good idea to allow it to happen again. On that, I suddenly realised that Sid could have met Angie during the course of day and maybe had again. This thought also gave me an erection. I fantasied my wife on his bed meeting his thrusts as he fucked her royally.

I entered our room to find Angie rummaging through the shopping bags that were scattered across the bed; some had even fallen to the floor. Angie was dressed in some of her new clothes and she looked amazing.

“Hi, Angie looks like you’ve done a fair amount of shopping today, that credit card must be nearly to its limit?”

“Hi, Peter have you had a nice day?” she asked still rummaging through the bags.

“Look it’s just after five thirty shall we have an early dinner and then go off and see a film or a show?”

Angie stopped what she was doing and looked at me aghast, then she smiled, “That would be great.”

“Come on then let’s get a move on. I’ll just go and have a shower.”

Fifteen minutes later I was out of the shower, shaved and part dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Angie was standing beside the bed; she’d just stepped into a black dress and was pulling it up her legs when I saw her underwear. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders with black short style panties. As she stood up pulling the dress up over her thighs, I saw her small breasts supported on a platform bra her nipples part erect. Then I got the shock of my life when I saw the two hickeys on her right breast. Where the hell did she get those, I thought.

Angie then put her arms through the narrow straps and palmed her dress down and making little adjustments to it before reaching back and pulled the zip up that made the dress pull mildly tight across her breasts. This made the material form round the contours of her upper body in a rather sexy delicate manner.

“Wow, you look gorgeous, Angie.” I blurted out. I went to her and pulled her to me with her back against my chest, “You smell nice as well.”

“Thank you. I got the dress this afternoon plus all of this,” she said waving her arm over the bed.

“Did you get something for tomorrow night?”

“No not yet, I’ve seen something though I will pick it up in the morning.” I held onto her savouring her warmth.

“Did you meet anybody today?” I asked quietly jealously rising at the speed of light.

“Who the hell am I supposed to meet here in London?” she queried. Breaking away from me added, “Just got to refresh my makeup and then we can go,” and headed for the bathroom when I had another shock. As she passed me, I saw she had another two hickeys on her neck very low down.

As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock grow as I realised that Sid had truly enjoyed fucking my wife. I certainly didn’t see them this morning but the she did have that overlarge dressing gowned on and I wouldn’t see anything with that on.

Ten minutes later, we were walking through the hotel. I was on cloud nine as I could see men staring at my wife – I was on an ego trip that went through the sound barrier.

In the restaurant, we met the same waitress as last night. She showed us to the same table and I watched her looking at my wife. She smiled saying, “Looks like you’ve been shopping again?”

Angie showed off her new dress, “What do you think?” She did a twirl and faced us with a childish smile. Angie had capped off her outfit with a silk pink scarf round her neck - an addition to hide the obvious marks.

“Wow you look good, so sexy.”

“Thanks, I got it this afternoon, haven’t a clue where I was though so don’t ask. All I know was I got off the tube at Oxford Street.”

“It looks expensive?” the waitress asked glancing at me.

“It was, very.” They both laughed and the waitress took our order.

After a minute or two of silence I said, “Look, Angie I’m sorry about last night.” Angie looked at her drink and remained quiet, “I don’t know what else to say.”

Angie looked at me, “I feel dirty and I’ve badly let you down.”

“How,” I asked genuinely, “I don’t think you have?”

“I’ve let you down because I did nothing to stop him.”

“Nor did I come to that.”

“I did nothing but lay there and let him have me,” she added rather timidly.

“That’s true I suppose,” I conceded, “We both could’ve stopped it at any time but we didn’t did we.” I hesitated; the one question that had been plaguing me all day suddenly came to the fore. My throat became dry and I blurted out, “Did you enjoy it?”

Angie blushed scarlet. The look on her face was total embarrassment. She didn’t know where to put her face.

“Be honest with me, Angie,” I added prompting her.

“I don’t know my feelings are all mixed up,” her voice was subdued and she looked down at her meal.

We fell silent. I didn’t know what else to say to her. We ate our meal in that silence and it wasn’t until she pushed her plate away practically empty that she spoke.

“Now that I’m a slut you won’t want me anymore?” She spoke quietly the words full of anxiety. I watched her eyes tear up.

That hurt.

I’d never looked at it like that and I went on the defensive. “That’s not true, Angie. I’ve been thinking about it all day. You’re my wife; I love you just the same as I did before last night. As far as I’m concerned, it’ll be an episode in our lives never to happen again.

“That’s right, never to be repeated,” Angie forced home. Then she asked, “But what about you, what are your feelings about it all you were there you saw everything?”

“Yes I did. To be brutally honest it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I watched my wife being taken.” Angie looked at me astonished, mouth open in shock. “I know it sounds weird but I did, and the feeling of having you straight after was just incredible.”

Angie shot back, “But that’s perverted, you enjoyed watching your wife being taken?”

“Yes, no it wasn’t like that. The enjoyment comes from your pleasure. Knowing that the person was bringing you off, watching your expressions – you were beautiful.”

“I was a slut!”

“If that’s what you want to call it, but you’re my slut.” I paused taking a sip of my wine, “Angie it doesn’t matter what we did last night or what you think you are, I still love you and always will.”

“Really,” Angie looked surprised at that.

“We’ve done something a lot of couples could never do. It proves our love and trust for each other can take this kind of trauma. If one of us had cheated on the other then obviously, it would mean a breakdown of that trust. Last night we did it together and managed to come out of it with our relationship intact.”

With our meal finished and the table cleared, Angie broke the mini silence that had fallen between us, “It doesn’t change a thing, Peter I’ve committed adultery whether you were there or not and that makes me a slut.”

“Well let me repeat the question, did you enjoy it?”

“He took me and made me climax if that’s what you mean.”

“Partly, but did you enjoy him fucking you?”

“He had a slightly different technique than you that made it exciting.”

“You’re not answering the question, Angie,” I said finishing the last of my wine, “Did you enjoy it?”

Sheepishly she looked over at me, her face blushing, “I suppose if you put it altogether the whole experience was very pleasurable,” she looked down into her hands, “Yes I did.” Those last words were in a whisper.

“Speaking of trust, please don’t take this the wrong way, but had you met up with Sid today?”

Angie looked perplexed. She looked at me slightly bewildered and straight away, I knew she hadn’t.

“No of course not, I went out just before lunch after having a coffee in the foyer. Then I got directions for the nearest tube station and had fun finding my way on the tube,” she answered me, “Did you think I might have done it again with Sid?”

“I hadn’t until I came home. I saw the hickeys on your breast and on your neck. I hadn’t seen them before and the thought went through my mind.”

She smiled, “No darling I didn’t do anything to break our trust in each other.”

“Come on, drink up let’s go to the bar,” I suggested.

Angie finished her drink and we both went into the bar to find an old guy playing the piano. The bar was rather subdued compared with last night, and was relatively empty with plenty of empty tables. I went to the bar, got another bottle of wine, and returned to the table to sit opposite Angie.

“Would you do it again?” I asked her.

Her eyes flashed at me, “No,” she replied forcefully.

With that, I took her up on the dance floor and we started dancing to some blues. Last night had obviously had an effect on Angie and she was in no mood in allowing it to happen again. My own thoughts on the matter were one of pure excitement. I’d never dreamt of sharing Angie with anyone before. Yes, I have some regrets but I thought the whole episode was brilliant. Watching Angie perform like that was just out of this world. I will never forget the look on Angie’s face when Sid brought her off. Yes, I suppose Angie is right she is a slut but I still love her and always will. I was now wondering if she would do it again even though she’d just said no.

For the next couple of hours Angie and I continued to enjoy each other by dancing and in mild conversation at the table. We’d got through another bottle of red and just started another. We were dancing again, slowly moving round the floor with a few other couples who seemed to be enjoying the evening just as much as we were.

Angie was holding me real close and the evening had turned out to be something of a romantic one. Both of us were enjoying each other’s company, something we’d not done for quite some time.

As we danced Angie put her head on my chest, it was a nice feeling and I suddenly remember that I was going to take her to see a show or something. I looked at my watch to discover it was just after nine and realised it was too late for a show. I went to whisper in Angie’s ear to let her know when Sid suddenly appeared beside us.

“Hi, Pete do you mind if I break in here and take Angie around the floor?”

I looked at the old man, the balding head and narrow moustache. I hadn’t noticed his yellowing teeth and I thought his beer gut had grown bigger since last night.

“Be my guest,” I replied and stepped out of the way. Angie quickly glanced at me and then turned to Sid. She said nothing as he took her into his arms and started dancing.

I returned to our table, took a large gulp of wine and then sat to watch them dance.

Sid was holding her close; his hands seemed to be everywhere running up and down her back caressing her.

Watching them dance to more slow tunes made me wonder whether Angie was going to allow anything to happen even though we’d both agreed that last night was a one off.

Angie suddenly broke away from him and returned to our table. She sat sliding along the bench seat so that she was in the middle of us.

Sid had followed her and sat opposite me, “So, you two had a good day?” Sid Asked.

“Not bad,” I replied, “What about you?”

“Yeah okay, couldn’t wait to bump into you guys again.”

Angie remained quiet. I could see she wasn’t very happy in meeting with Sid again.

Sid and I talked about business for a few minutes. However, the subject matter very quickly dried up and we fell silent.

Sid was itching to say something; he was fidgeting with his hands like a little boy wanting his new toy but didn’t quite know how to ask for it.

The piano player stopped playing telling his audience that he was taking a twenty-minute break.

It was just after ten when Sid suddenly turned to us and asked, “So you guys want to come up for a drink?” I smiled inwardly at his expectations.

Angie looked at me eyes flashing.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Sid.”

“Come on, it is my last night in London and you guys have been a great couple, what y’ say?”

“Well I suppose we could go up to our room instead, and have a drink.” I suggested.

“Fine by me,” he replied his eagerness to leave the bar extremely evident, whilst his manner showed his expectations had suddenly grown enormously.

Sid smiled and eagerly got up from the table.

It was blatantly obvious he wanted to have the use of my wife again; but what of Angie and her thoughts? As I got up to let Angie out I took her hand and watched her expression to find nothing.

We walked to the elevator in silence. The atmosphere between us was tense I could sense the sexual expectation from Sid as he stood watching the floor numbers change. The silence remained with us until we entered our room and then Sid saw all the shopping bags, “Blimey someone’s been shopping!”

Angie went straight into the bathroom.

“Yeah, Angie’s been adding to her wardrobe while we’re here in London, beer of wine, Sid?”

“Beer, please,” Sid replied.

Opening the fridge, I passed him a can, took out two small bottles of red wine, and poured them out for both of us.

Taking the chair, I sat and waited. We were both sexually excited; I for one had a semi erection in my trousers.

We waited for Angie to return and while we did neither of us took up conversation but one could feel the sexual tension was growing thicker by the second. Then Angie came out of the bathroom. It had seemed an age before she reappeared. When she did, she looked a picture in her little black dress, black shoes and stockings. She picked up her wine and then sat on the bed next to Sid.

Sid drank some beer and then placed the can onto the chest of drawers in front of him.

“Well I think we know why we’re here – shall we.” He said getting up and standing in front of her.

“Angie?” I asked.

Sid looked down at her. Angie looked over at me her large dark eyes pleading with me but she never spoke a word. Then she turned away and looked down at her lap.

Sid stood there waiting.

Then without prompt Angie stood up reached round to the zip on her dress and pulled it down allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She was now standing in front of this man in her underwear. Her breasts sat snugly on her platform bra with her nipples erect. Her black panties hugged her arse nicely and displayed her hairy mound provocatively while her stockings and suspenders gave her that elegant sophisticated look.

Angie sat back down.

Sid was looking at her with that look of pure lust. From that, I deduced that my lovely wife was going to get a lot more this time round.

He moved to stand in front of her. “So what is it you’ve become, Angie?” He asked.

Angie looked up at him, “A slut,” she replied quietly.

“Yes, that’s right. But you’re a bit more than just a slut aren’t you?”

She thought about his question for a few seconds, “Yes, I am.”

“And what might that be, Angie?”

She hesitated. I could see she knew the answer but something inside was preventing her from saying the words. She swallowed hard and then said, “I’m a slut wife.”

“I’m glad you understand, Angie, so let’s see how much of a slut you really are. Now get my cock out and suck me.”

Angie obeyed. She undid his belt and then pulled his trousers down. His boxers came next and his cock came into view. Taking it in her hand, she pulled his flesh back and forwards then stuck her tongue out and licked the head, swirling it round over the pink flesh until finally taking it into her mouth and straight away started to bob her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on his cock.

Sid gasped at the pleasure my wife was giving him. He reached down, grabbed her right tit, and twigged her nipple.

Angie was now taking a good portion of his cock into her mouth. It was an amazing sight. There was my once conservative wife now changed. Now a slut and I cuckolded, I started to wonder where this would lead us.

I continued to watch the spectacle in front of me. Angie was now bobbing her head forcefully while masturbating him.

Sid was now breathing quite heavily as he started to gently push his hips forwards in time with Angie’s movements. Within seconds he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. Then about a minute later he said, “Look at me, Angie.”

Angie looked up at him as his cock slid between her lips.

“I’m going to spunk into your mouth and I want you to swallow it all, okay?”

Angie nodded her head while Sid continued to fuck her mouth.

Several seconds later Sid pulled his cock back and then pushed forward and held his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned loudly and I watched his cock twitch as he spurted sperm into her mouth.

Angie swallowed once, twice and a third time before Sid removed his cock from her mouth. She automatically licked her lips. My excitement was such that I went to her and pushed my own cock against her lips. She took me in and sucked on my cock and two seconds later, I groaned with sheer pleasure as I too spunked her mouth and again heard her swallowing more spunk to mix with Sid’s in her stomach.

Taking my cock out of her mouth Sid moved in and pushed her back onto the bed. Then he pulled her panties off her lovely legs.

He seemed to be taking control as he opened her legs and knelt down between them. Her hairy cunt was now totally on display to this man. With his fingers, he opened her labia and smile, “Well will you look at this, Pete your lovely wife is wet man, really wet.”

I looked over his shoulder to see her inner lips on display coated with a creamy slime while her cunt hole was oozing juice. The sight made my cock twitch and I felt it start to grow.

My wife is a slut, having two men at once is getting her off.

Sid then dived in. He ran his tongue along her slit taking her slime with him and tasting her. He then proceeded to suck on her clit and then move down to her hole and fuck her with his tongue. He alternated from one to other until Angie started to squirm. Her hips rose up giving him better access, she gripped the bed covers in her fists and moaned, “Oh God, oh God!”

I could see she was about to come; come on his tongue. What a sight, Angie looked so beautiful then. With her eyes closed and her mouth open, her breathing growing heavy and her neck and chest flushed. Angie was going to come and come hard.

Then she arched her back, pushing her cunt into his face and with a groan came on his tongue, her body jerked with the contractions of her orgasm. Two, three, four times her body went ridged and convulsed on Sid’s tongue then she relaxed panting from the sexual release.

At that moment in time, I thought my lovely wife was the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d given in to Sid allowing him to take her, to bring her off and she was enjoying it.

I discovered I was erect again and I saw Sid was in the same condition. He didn’t waste any time he removed his clothes and then lifted Angie who was still in a state of sexual bliss up onto to the bed proper and mounted her. He aimed his cock at her sex and I watched it slide straight in and hit bottom in one slick movement.

Angie gasped at the sudden penetration and opened her legs further to allow him the access he wanted. His potbelly now more evident, it rather hung more grotesquely than before, as he supported himself above her. Then he lay upon her, pressing down onto my petite wife.

Sid started thrusting into Angie’s cunt. As he fucked her, so I removed my own clothes. I watched, not wanting to miss anything Sid might do as he pounded into her. Angie’s body jerked with every thrust making her tits wobble. Every now and then, I saw his cock appear from her hairy depths and their wetness coated his hot hard flesh.

“God this is so good!” Sid exclaimed.

Angie lay there, her body was flushed with excitement. Sid changed position slightly. He moved his arms up over her head allowing his full weight to lie on her body, his potbelly squashing onto her tummy obscuring my view. All I could now see was his buttocks thrusting into my wife’s cunt.

I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there with a raging erection watching them; it looked like he was giving her a good servicing.

Pictures of old porn movies flashed through my mind, as I got undressed. I climbed onto the bed and Angie opened her eyes to look at me.

I noticed a small film of sweat on her top lip as her body succumbs once again to Sid’s thrusting and closed her eyes in pleasure.

I touched Sid’s arm and he straight away move it away from her head and lifted himself up. He attacked her tits moulding them with his fingers. Pushing forward I offered my cock to my wife to suck.

Her body moved in time with Sid’s movements as he continued to shag my wife at a steady pace. With my cock, I touched her lips and she once again opened her eyes. She blushed even more than she already has and opened her mouth.

My cock slipped in between her lips and I felt her warm wet tongue slide over my knob end. Because I’d been in a high state of sexual arousal now for quite some time, the feelings from my cock were incredible. I’d never felt anything like it before in my whole life. It was so exquisite that I nearly shot off there and then. It took a considerable amount of effort and determination to keep from coming again.

My hips started to push gently into her mouth, backwards and forwards. As I fuck my wife’s mouth while another man serviced her cunt.

Lust took control as I started to push further into her mouth. Sid watched for a few seconds then started thrusting harder while burying his face in her neck; now with every thrust into her he made a grunting sound.

Within seconds Angie arched up forcing Sid up with her, her body went rigid and through the sensations on my cock, I felt her shake as she climaxed on this man’s cock.

I’d stopped thrusting into her mouth as I watched her reach her peak. This was another powerful climax. Angie remained like that for several seconds while making a high-pitched squeal over my cock. Then as she came down from her high, she let my cock slip from her mouth and gasped, “My God!” She was panting, gulping air as waves of pleasure still swept over her body.

I pushed forward, my slut wife took my cock back into her mouth and I continued to fuck it.

Watching her just come was so erotic. The look on her face was so gorgeous that I knew I dearly loved her. Once again, the guilt came flooding back as I thought she’d hate me after this was all over.

Sid continued to plough my wife’s cunt, where he got the stamina from I’ll never know. A man of his age was certainly putting many younger men to shame. The thought crossed my mind that it was because Angie was such a good fuck.

My wife was beginning to move a lot more under him. Sid was obviously a cocksman and he knew what he was doing. I couldn’t hold back any longer and groaned as I pumped my sperm into her mouth, another dollop of spunk to enter her stomach.

As I filled, her mouth so I noticed Angie thrusting her hips up to meet Sid’s thrusting loins and then come for the second time on his cock. She hastily swallowed all my emissions without losing any, while her body convulsed on a stranger’s cock.

My cock slipped from her mouth and she gasped out, “Oh, shit!” she was panting with pleasure, but Sid continued to pound her cunt.

I rolled away onto my back, then sat up to watch the scene of my wife confirm that deep down she really was a slut.

Angie was now fucking him back, enjoying his cock as it sliced in and out of her hairy slit. I watched her raise her knees and open her thighs wider allowing him to go deeper. Her arms went around him and she pulled him close.

They kissed.

That hurt; up until now, they hadn’t. It looked as though they were lovers in the truest sense of the word, not just two people having sex. Unexpectedly I felt jealousy and for one god-awful moment thought, I’d lost my wife to Sid. However, it got worse.

Sid whispered in her ear but I didn’t hear what he’d said.

Angie lovingly held onto him; she was looking into his eyes as he fucked into her. She gave a smile and spoke, “Oh, yes, Sid I love your cock inside me.” They kissed again softer more loving.

My heart sank, what is going on, I thought, I’ve lost her for good.

“Are you going to come again, Angie?” He whispered.

“Huh, huh,” she replied with a smile still looking into his eyes.

“What’s making you come, Angie?”

“Oh, Sid you have a lovely cock,” she replied smiling. Her smiled changed to a sexual grimace as once again she arched up to him coming on his cock.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out, “Oh that is so good,” she gasped her breathing laboured, “God I never knew fucking could be so good. I just love your cock do me some more.”

Sid obliged and continued to fuck my lovely wife, giving her what she wanted.

My own cock was hard again so I moved back into position and placed my cock to her lips.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open and I saw the shock on her face. She had been totally lost in her own sexual world and had forgotten I even existed. For how long I’ll never know but my lovely wife of sixteen years had been completely absorbed in her own lust.

Angie turned crimson and was about to say something when I pushed my cock into her mouth. She sucked me in looking up at me her eyes pleading; but I just fucked her mouth. As I looked down at her, I watched her eyes roll in their sockets as Sid brought her off for the fourth time with his cock.

It was then I decided I wanted to be inside her. Sid had been using her pussy for too long and I wanted some of it.

Taking my cock from Angie’s mouth, I moved off the bed. Angie watched me as Sid continued to fuck her.

Tapping Sid on the shoulder, “Come on, Sid I want some pussy.”

Sid looked back at me and then climbed off her, “Sure, Pete be my guest.” He rolled away and I crawled up between her legs and got on top of her, my cock slipped into her extremely wet pussy right to the hilt in one long motion.

An unexpected groan escaped my lips as I hit bottom. God, did she feel good, I thought as I started to slide in and out of her.

Supporting myself on my hands I looked down at my wife to discover the hickeys, one on the other side of her neck and two on her left tit, one was very close to her nipple.

Sid moved up the bed, wasting no time at all in presenting his slimy cock to Angie’s mouth. With no hesitation, she opened up and took him in. Straight away, he started fucking her mouth.

The feelings around my cock were out of this world. To enter a woman who’d just been fucking was electrifying and I was glad I’d already come so that I could enjoy these sensations.

Our threesome continued. Sid gently fucked her mouth while I fucked her cunt.

Sid spoke, “That’s it girl clean your cunt cream from my cock.”

I maintained a steady rhythm of thrusting into Angie’s body and she met every one of them with an upwards thrust of her own.

“Is my cock nice and clean now, Angie. Do you like the taste of your own slut cunt on your tongue?”

There was no response.

Sid pushed deep into her mouth and Angie gagged. He pulled back and then eased back in again, deeper again. I felt her body gagged but this time Sid didn’t pull back he pushed in and his cock went another inch or two. Angie tried to pull away but Sid grabbed her head eased in still further, this time with a determined look on his face.

I suddenly realised I’d stopped fucking Angie and was intently watching what Sid was trying to do.

Again, Sid pulled back but only slightly, and then pushed back in. His cock slid between Angie’s lips as smooth as silk into her mouth, deeper, four five inches.

Angie gagged again but Sid didn’t pull back at all, instead he just kept pushing and I watched his cock slide into her throat. Amazed I saw her lips kiss his groin.

I suddenly blurted out, “Good girl,” and continued fucking her.

Sid started fucking her throat, he must be right in, I thought.

Out of instinct, I went down and started kissing her ear and down over her hickey covered neck. As I was doing this I suddenly realised I could feel the movements of Sid’s cock in her throat. She really was having her throat fucked.

With a grunt, “That’s fantastic, Angie,” Sid gasped. He started to move faster, and then cried out gasping, “Here it comes, Angie.” He pushed in and held her head tight against him squashing her nose against his hairy potbelly. “Ugh!”

Then I witnessed Sid’s cock throb several times, as he pumped his spunk into my lovely wife’s throat. At the same time, Angie was trying to swallow as his sperm shot straight down into her gullet. It seemed an age before he released her, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Angie moved her head away gasping for air, she wretched bringing up spunk from her throat where she seemed to rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing it again.

My heart was beating like mad. My mind was full of lust at what I’d just witnessed. My wife had just deep throated this stranger, something we’ve never done before or even inclined to try. My lust took control, I started to fuck her, and I mean really fuck her, hard and fast.

I felt Angie respond. She put her arms around me and held on. I banged into hard grinding my pubes against hers. At that moment, Sid didn’t even exist.

Then Angie gave a grunt, her body went ridged, “Yes that’s it fuck me. God I’m going to come. Yes!” Her body then jerked several times; then from deep within her throat came a long low growl that led into a squeal of pure pleasure. Then I came; I spunked my wife, spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot into her well-used cunt. Groaning with pleasure, we collapsed onto the bed panting. I thought my heart was going to explode from the exertion as I lay on her my wife panting, trying to get my breath back.

A few minutes later, I rolled off my wife and lay on the bed.

Angie lay beside me panting, trying to get her breath back. Then I saw Sid come from the bathroom.

Angie rolled over onto her side and put an arm across my chest. Sid got on the bed and lay down behind her. Very quickly, we all fell to sleep.

I was woken a couple of hours later. It was still dark. The bed was rocking; I rolled over to see Sid lying between Angie’s thighs fucking her. She had her legs wide open, her hands holding onto his arse as he pumped into her.

Angie was grunting and sounded like a pig. Then he suddenly heaved into her, pushing his cock right up into her sex as he groaned with orgasm unloading several hot spurts of spunk into her willing womb.

Sid rolled off and they both lay for several minutes while trying to catch their breath. Then Angie rolled back over and cuddled up to me and again we fell asleep.

I had no idea what time it was but I awoke again noticing Angie wasn’t cuddling me anymore so I half turned and looked behind me.

There was Angie, again lying on her back, legs wide open and bent at the knee with Sid lying between them. It must have been just after dawn sunlight was shining through the gap in the curtains.

Sid was obviously buried deep inside her. He was sucking on a nipple and at the same time whispering at her.

“Do you like my cock, Angie?”

“Mm,” Angie replied. Her hips were gently undulating as he very slowly pushed in and out.

“Do you like it stuffed up your cunt?”

“Mm feels good.”

“Tell me, Angie tell me what you like?”

“I like what we’re doing.”

“No, Angie talk dirty to me, say those nasty words.”

They fell silent. I wondered whether Angie would comply. They both continued to fuck each other gently, while Sid kept his mouth glued to her left nipple.

Angie then gave a long low groan of bliss. “Oh, Sid I love your cock. I love it stuffed in my cunt,” whispered Angie.

Shit was I shocked to hear Angie talk like that.

“I knew you would, Angie. When I first saw you at the bar I knew you were a slut.”

“Yes, I’m a slut. Sid. You made me a slut, I like being your slut.”

“And your husband what about him?” He asked pushing into her a bit harder.

Angie groaned.

He thrust harder still, “Come on tell me, what about your husband?” He pulled back and thrust hard again.

“Oh, God,” Angie exclaimed then groaned.

Sid speeded up Angie met his thrusts.

“Come on, Angie tell” Sid whispered urgently.

“I ... um ... He’s my husband you’re my lover.”

Sid began to fuck her with powerful strokes. He stopped sucking on her tit and moved up to find her neck.

“And are you going to let me service your cunt whenever I want it?” Sid asked picking up the pace and adjusting his position he lay down on top of her with his full weight; arms up and around her head with his head in her neck. I could clearly see the expressions on Angie’s face as her head bobbed with each thrust.

“Well?” I heard him mumble

Angie brought her legs up and crossed them over Sid’s lower back. She groaned loudly, “Yes, you can have my cunt anytime you want it – Oh, God you’re bringing me off!”

Angie began to grunt again.

Sid was a cocksman to be true and he was determined to make my lovely wife sing.

“Fuck me Sid I love you – I love you’re cock in me. Fuck me, I’m going to come, Sid make me come. Oh, God you fuck me so well.”

Sid was now banging into her and my wife took it all.

“Are you going to come on my cock again, Angie?”

“Yes, yes make me come,” Angie gasped as she clung to him, “Oh yes I’m going to come.”

“Do you want me to spunk you, Angie?

“Yes come, come together, spunk my womb, I want it.”

She had her face close to his ear as he lay upon her. His thrusts were now shorter but more forceful. Then he raised his head up and groaned loudly, “Here it comes, Angie I’m going to knock you up,” he groaned again, “Do you want me to knock you up?”

“Sid do it, knock me up, Sid.”

“You’re so fucking good here it comes.” Sid slammed into her and held himself tight against her, his cock deep inside her cunt. At the same time, Angie’s thighs began to tremble.

My wife screamed out, “I’m coming,” her voice was like a growl, her body was having spasms – jerking under Sid as her orgasm crashed through her body. Sid kept heaving into her cunt trying to get deeper, his arse cheeks clenching in time with the throbbing of his cock that was pumping spurt after spurt of hot spunk into Angie’s womb splashing over her cervix.

It was an incredible scene to watch instead of joining in I went back to sleep. Again, I woke to discover Angie was now asleep and laying right up close to Sid. Her arm was over his body snuggling up to him. Jealousy hit like a brick in the face. Seeing them like that made me question whether we’d gone too far. We’ve never done anything like this before. Now my mind was in turmoil and I really didn’t know what to do. The way Angie snuggled up to him and the contented look on their faces tore my heart. The whole scene had me thinking that she loves him now instead of me. The past two nights had shown how responsive she was towards him. It seemed Angie was totally in tune with him sexually and the sex he gave was out of this world.

It was time to get up anyway so I headed for the bathroom for a shower and a shave. This was the last day of the conference and we had the company ball tomorrow night with a free day for shopping, Sunday we will venture home, back to Cornwall.

This was certainly going to be a major turning point in our marriage. Assuming our marriage survives this. My feelings that morning were confused. On the one hand, I enjoyed watching Sid fuck Angie, that first night was a complete revelation. The second night was even better. Angie was amazing; I wasn’t expecting it to happen again as we had both agreed we didn’t want it to happen. Then Sid turned up. Before then I was really enjoying the evening with my wife. I certainly didn’t expect Angie to do it as easy as she did. I thought there would have been some form of negative response.

On the other hand, I didn’t expect Angie to actually go through with it second night. I suppose I was waiting for Angie to say enough was enough but she never did. What did transpire from that weekend was that Angie liked it and the ramifications of it all were that our marriage was never the same.

After showering and having a shave, I returned to the main room to find Sid had gone. That night was Sid’s last and he had to be out of the hotel by ten that morning.

Angie was still asleep. She’d rolled over onto her side, her black hair across her face. I got dressed ready for the conference. Then I went over to her and kissed her exposed neck. Angie made a soft moan. She still smelt of sex but it didn’t smell the same. It was sort of stale or old. I left her there in bed and went down to breakfast.

Again, I thought I might bump into Sid but if he was there, he never made it known. I was glad of that.

Returning to our room, I found Angie in the bathroom. She’d showered while I was having breakfast. I looked at her she turned away. I tried to smile warmly but fail miserably.

“Hi, you okay?” I asked as I pulled the bed covers up and straightened them as I did I noticed the stain in the middle of the bed.

Angie was wearing her bathrobe and stood side ways on.

“Yes I’m fine,” she replied meekly, “I thought you had already gone to the conference.”

“No, I’d just been down to breakfast. The taxi will be here in a couple of minutes.” I noticed she wouldn’t look at me, “You going shopping again today?”

“If you want me too,” she replied her voice low nearly a whisper.

“Yes, I want you to. I want you to look fabulous tonight.”

Angie gave a weak smile but she still wouldn’t look directly at me. “Okay, what time are you coming back?”

“Just after one o’ clock,” I replied looking at my watch.

“We could have lunch?”

“That would be nice,” I replied happily, “I’ll see you later then?”

“Huh huh”

That day at the Conference was a lot better than the last two. Personally, it was one of the best days in my working life. As with all salesmen, there is that elusive bonus that we all crave for but never really achieve the results to get it. For the past four years, Andy Simpson had won it and going by the look on his face, he’d thought he’d won it for the fifth year running.

Unfortunately, I won the bonus. Andy came fourth and several of the Reps thought it a good idea to celebrate that fact and didn’t come out of their comatose state for several days.

I returned to the hotel with a cheque for £8000 and a holiday in the Fiji Islands.

Boy, was I on high.

However, that euphoria was very short lived when I entered our room to discover Angie wasn’t there. My heart sank, I felt ill and my mind conjured up all the worse reasons imaginable.

There was shopping beside the bed, so she had been here, and the bed was a complete wreck. I remember straightening the covers that morning before leaving. Thought flashed through my mind and with my cock started to rise at the thought of Sid fucking her before he left for home and his wife. My heart skipped a beat.

Then the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hi darling I’m glad your back,” said Angie, “I’m down in the restaurant waiting for you.”

“Oh, okay I’ll be straight down.”

In the restaurant Angie was waiting at a table. As I approached, she stood up and stepped away from the table to greet me. I saw my wife standing before me in the shortest skirt I’d ever seen her dressed in. Her long legs looked spectacular. Her blouse was tight across her chest making her breasts more prominent and allowing a faint outline of her nipples show through. You could guess she wasn’t wearing a normal bra. She’d fluffed up her hair and really gone to town with her makeup. I have to say she looked incredibly sexy with a sense of elegance and just a hint of slut.

She embraced me with a gentle kiss on my cheek, looked into my eyes, smiled and quietly said, “I love you, Peter.”

I saw a look in her eye that I’d never seen before. It was intense yet soft and meaningful. Her whole manner when she spoke exuded honesty and I knew from that moment on that she was truly my wife – my slut wife.

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