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Portrait of a Modern Marriage Ch. 05

Part 5

A New 'Arrangement'

Claire got up alone the following day and left me in bed. She'd sorted the kids out for breakfast and taken them to school before I had even stirred at all. I awoke as she got back into bed next to me, naked once more but freshly showered and smelling absolutely wonderful.

"Yuck! You need to shower, you stink like a whore's week old knickers," she laughed as I tried to pull her to me, "Go get cleaned up and get yourself back here, I have more use for your body this morning."

Wondering to myself how my previously innocent wife could possibly know exactly what a week old pair of whore's knickers would actually smell like, I complied with her demands and returned to our bed a few minutes later.

"Me and Lizzie looked up on the 'net yesterday what a cuckold is and I don't want you to be one."

I was surprised by her sudden desire to discuss my recently-discovered sexual yearnings, starting a conversation that she seemed to be part way through already. Did she discuss everything with her young lover's mother? I wondered.

"Bloody hell sweetheart, did you tell her everything?" I demanded, "She'll think I'm an absolute wimp. Did you tell her you had fucked her son too?" I laughed, thinking she would never have confessed to Lizzie her participation in young George's sexual education.

"Huh Huh!..." she shrugged, nodding her head in affirmation, "Of course I did! She was shocked of course, but also very pleased. She's just glad her suspicions of him being 'gay' were unfounded, she really wants to be a grandma sometime you know."

I gazed into my wife's eyes, bewildered at how she had, in just a few short days, turned into this free-thinking 'libertine' I saw before me.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for stepping out on you? For fucking another woman?" I asked, nervous as to what the answer would be.

"Sort of," she mused, "I am still very angry you went behind my back like you did; how you allowed yourself to be seduced by some old slapper who obviously just wanted to fuck up our marriage seeing as she couldn't keep a man herself.... But after last Saturday night, well let's say I understand just how thrilling and exciting it is to fuck someone new with no love or even affection involved, just simple animal lust."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. My loving wife of over 15 years had just confessed she actually enjoyed the thrill of her adultery, didn't have any remorse at all, and not only that, accepted that I enjoyed it too.

My cock was by then fully erect, again excited by the mere talk of Claire being used by another man. I pulled her on top of me as I lay back and thrust into her damp pussy with one fluid motion.

"Are you saying you what I think you're saying?...That you want to fuck some more 'strange' cocks and you don't mind if I fuck other women too?"

I was incredulous at the thought of my previously faithful wife even contemplating such actions in our marriage, my confused mind trying to get around the idea of what she had just said.

She began to move slowly, riding my cock like the wanton hussy she seemed to want to become and looking down at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "Wouldn't you like me to fuck some more strange men's cocks?... Like me to come home to you with a used pussy and arse?... Smelling and feeling like a whore?"

It was all getting too much for me. The image of my sexy, loving wife being pounded by some stranger's cock flashing before my eyes, I started to thrust harder up at her; forcing my rock-hard erection as deeply and savagely into her as I could. She answered my lust in kind, writhing like a dervish as she rode me; as desperate for release as I obviously was. She was screaming filth at me, using the sort of language she had disapproved of just a few short days before; begging me to fuck her as hard as I could, to treat her like the whore she was. All too quickly, the hot cum built by our lust shot out of my twitching cock and splashed deep into her receptive cunt. I could feel her inner muscles pumping me, forcing every last drop of my seed into her desperate channel. She came at the same time, gasping and panting as she gripped me with her womanly thighs. We were both covered in sweat again as she fell off my now stationary hips, our mixed nectar pouring from her ravaged quim and staining the sheets once more. Lying on our backs, gasping for breath; both our chests pounding with the strain of our frenzied coupling, we eventually calmed down enough to turn and look at each other.

"Well that was interesting," she laughed, "I don't think there was much 'love-making' in that little session do you?"

"Fucking hell Claire!... Where the hell did that come from?... I think you've killed 'Little Bob' for the foreseeable future." I laughed, grimacing as I tenderly rubbed my sore member.

"Oh God I hope not!" she shouted, "I want some more of what we have just had lover boy. You have some obligations to fill before the children get home."

She leapt out of bed then, receiving a hard swat from my right hand on the cheek of her arse as she ran away from me.

"Mmmmm... I want some more of that later too," she giggled impishly, "Your naughty wife has been a very dirty girl and should be punished accordingly. First though, I want you to give me a minute and then follow me into the bathroom."

Intrigued, I did as instructed and discovered my naughty wife laying in the bath with her legs over opposite sides, her sore-looking wet pussy lips spread lewdly, exposing her still aroused clitoris.

"I agree with Lizzie, I shouldn't deny you anything you may want to get elsewhere. You are my husband and my body belongs to you to do with as you see fit."

"You really do discuss 'everything' with her don't you?" I replied, amusement mixed with lust in my voice, my brain instantly aware of what my wickedly sinful wife had in mind.

"At least you should be able to aim properly this time seeing as 'he' is so soft." she mocked.

"You dirty bitch!" I exclaimed, "You are so going to get that naughty arse spanked later."

"Oh Fuck yes!... That will have to wait though." she laughed, as she spread her nether lips even wider with the fingers of her left hand.

Unable to control my bladder any longer, I felt the hot stream leave my cock as I fulfilled her demands and aimed it at her required target.....

* * * * * *

Our session in the bathroom proved to be quite a turn-on for Claire; she had in fact masturbated whilst I was urinating on her sex, rubbing her engorged clit frantically as my hot piss poured onto her open pussy. Once again, the debasing act did very little for me personally and I secretly hoped she wouldn't want a repeat performance too often. I had showered afterwards whilst my wife had taken a nice soak in the bath, allowing me to watch her shaving her beautiful pussy as completely bare as she had started to keep it by then.

I returned to our bed after showering and shaving at her request and waited for her to complete her own ablutions before joining me once again on our 'pleasure platform'.

"Mmmmm that feels good," she murmured as she snuggled up to my still naked body, "Have I been naughty enough for my punishment yet?"

I pulled away from her, immediately catching on as to where she was going with her enquiry, my temporarily flaccid cock twitching at the thought of what she was hinting at.

"Oh yes my little slut!... You have been a disgusting, deceitful wife and should be chastised suitably for your actions." I replied, noting her flushed expression and her reluctance to look me in the eye as I completely fell into the role she obviously wanted me to play.

Climbing back off our bed, she went to her closet and fetched one of the flat-soled canvas loafers she occasionally wore with her jeans. Placing the shoe on the dressing table she left the bedroom, casually flaunting her nakedness, disappearing for several minutes before she returned carrying a bottle of sunflower oil. My previously semi-hard member sprang to full bloom as the implication of what my, by then, nervous wife was carrying.

Placing the oil next to her loafer, she went to her bedside cabinet and took out the sleep mask I had worn myself the previous night. Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, she placed the mask over her eyes and lay her upper body flat, spreading her arms wide and pushing her hard-tipped breasts into the mattress in a position of total subservience.

For my part, I was now as aroused as it was possible for a man to be, my inflamed cock almost painful with the intensity of its expectant erection. I stood from the bed, speaking softly to my wife as she knelt before me, her beautiful buttocks spread by her elevated hips and exposing her little anus that seemed far too small to accept what we both knew was soon going to impale it.

"How many...? How many strokes does my whore wife think she deserves?" I demanded, my voice firm but soft too.

Her whole body was visibly shaking by then, her upturned bottom moving nervously from side to side as she contemplated her journey into the unknown area of sexual pain.

"I am at your mercy my husband: I would just beg you not to mark me though. That would take too much explaining to the children if they happened to see it." Her voice trembled as she voiced her fears. Surprisingly, she moved her knees further apart, spreading her aroused labia to my gaze.

"I don't think you should be dictating to me what sort of punishment you should receive, should you?" I barked at her, my voice much louder and sterner than previously, as I slapped her left buttock as hard as I could with my open hand.

She yelped at the unexpected attack, wriggling her bottom but not making any attempt to rise from her position. Her arse cheek rapidly reddened to clearly show the shape of my hand as she once again stilled and waited for more. Walking over to the dressing table, I picked up her shoe and gave my other hand a couple of testing whacks, the sound making my now extremely nervous wife jump.

"I think six strokes on each buttock this first time." I informed her firmly, my hand softly stroking her inflamed cheek.

"Oh My God!!!... This first time?... Oh Fuck!!!.... What have I agreed to?" Her voice trembled as her body responded to my stroking hand, her aroused cunt glistening with her sexual secretions.

"I want you to count them as I spank you. There is no safe word you can give. If you want me to stop, if the pain is too much, you must stand and beg me to stop. Do you understand...?"

She nodded her head, her upper lip trembling already with the expectation of what her soft womanly bottom was about to receive. Not giving her any further warning I began.

Crack!!!... The sound ricocheted around the room as the shoe sole made painful contact with her soft, pliant buttock.

"Oh Fuck!!!...." she hissed, her arse wriggling violently as she tried to relieve the pain. Settling down once more, she moaned softly, "One."

Amazingly, my newly masochistic wife didn't beg me to stop; she didn't stand to her feet; she didn't even try and rub her abused cheeks. Instead she remained spread-eagled on the bed, shaking and sobbing, the almost unbearable pain coursing through her aroused body.

After the twelfth stroke I was sweating profusely from my exertions. I dropped the punishing loafer and gently began rubbing her red-hot globes. Her sobbing gradually subsided as the pain eased a little and as I stealthily proceeded to include her soaked fanny in my ministrations, my fingers finding their way unhindered deep into the recesses of her sex. I began to use her fluids to lubricate the tight little hole that was by then twitching and appearing to wink at me. Gradually she expanded, her arsehole permitting access to first one, then two, and eventually three of my probing digits. She began moaning softly as I finger-fucked her rear entrance, her body moving sensuously to the rhythm of my hand. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I fetched the bottle of oil from the table and inserted the nozzle as far into her anus as I could. Claire was moaning loudly by then, her bottom rocking back and forth as her arousal took over her whole being. She reached back with both hands and spread her rosy-red buttocks as I squirted a large amount of oil deep into her darkest hole.

"Oh My God!!!" she screamed as she experienced the thrill of the depraved act we were performing, her orgasm travelling through her body like a small earthquake.

I stood behind her then, fisting my rampant tool as I oiled it. Bending at the knees I got down behind her and, with one smooth firm shove, fully inserted my throbbing weapon as deep into her bowels as I could.

"Fuckkkkk!!!...." My blindfolded, tear-filled wife screamed as she came once again, this time her orgasm much, much more intense than the previous one.

Slowly I settled into a smooth rhythm, my cock pounding in and out of her bowels like a piston. For the first time since she had originally bent over the bed, Claire reached between her legs and I felt her fingers enter her dripping cunt. Wanking herself in time with my fucking of her arse, she appeared to be having orgasm after orgasm, shaking beneath me as her lust took over her whole body.

I knew I would be unable to last very long but, thanks to my previous fucking that day, I took at least twenty minutes before, with one last violent thrust, my cum shot from me and filled my squirming wife's gripping channel, the residue seeping out of our union and running freely down her sweating thighs.

Both of us exhausted by our exertions, we collapsed together onto the floor, our heaving bodies moulded and stuck together by our sweat.

Claire was the first to speak, pulling the mask from her eyes and grabbing my face before kissing me fervently, our tongues fencing as we again consummated our love.

"WOW.... Fucking Wow!!! That was incredible. Why the fuck didn't you ask for all that before, you idiot?" she grinned as she playfully punched my chest.

* * * * * *

For the rest of the week we behaved like newlyweds. When the children were at school during in the daytime we fucked in virtually every room in the house, - rutting like animals in our desire for each other; whilst at night, in our marital bed, we 'made love' like the old married couple we were. Claire used my kinky desire of being turned on by the thought of her being used by another man to tease and torment me as she fucked my brains out. She would tell me how much deeper her 'much younger' lover's cock went into her pussy; how he was able to reach depths of her arse my significantly shorter cock was never going to be able to follow. Even though I knew she was teasing, her words inspired my feelings of jealousy at her betrayal as well as my lust and desire to prove how much better my 'thicker' cock was for satisfying the slut wife she had turned into.

Of course, all this sexual activity took its toll on my 40 year old body and by the weekend I was completely and utterly drained. I was secretly glad of the restrictions the presence of the kids placed on our daytime activities, our love-making being confined to the bedroom and at night-time only. I spent more time performing oral sex on her than actually fucking her, taking much longer than normal to lick her engorged pussy as I took her to repeated orgasms and inspired her to scream her ecstasy at how much better I was at making love to her than her lover.

The following week we actually spread our wings further. We took the kids to school every day but, instead of returning home, we would go somewhere else and fuck. We even did it on the top-storey of the car park where Bella given me the blow job early in our affair. This time though Claire had stripped completely and mounted me while we sat in the back seat, all the while knowing we could be discovered at any time, or even spotted on CCTV cameras. We also went up onto the moors and fucked on a picnic blanket, exposing our lust to any flying birds (or stray helicopters) as we joyously coupled. This exhibitionism seemed to unearth yet more latent desires in my naughty wife and she had orgasm after orgasm as she potentially exposed us to discovery.

On the Friday we were looking for somewhere to stop for a late lunch after Claire had earlier masturbated as I drove along the open roads, lying back on her seat completely naked from the waist down and open to the view of any lorry drivers or anyone else who we passed who were higher up than us. She really was getting into the whole exhibitionism thing and had even taken a pack of 'baby-wipes' to clean herself after her shenanigans so her womanly aroused smell would be unnoticeable when we eventually stopped for something to eat.

Unwittingly, I had by then driven up onto the road where the pub was that I had stopped at the previous week and I laughed out loud when Claire suggested that it looked a nice place to have lunch. I had to explain to her why I was so amused and, giggling like a school girl, my mischievous wife insisted we go in. The bar had more people in than my prior visit, - it was a couple of hours earlier in the day- but we were still able to sit at the window table I had sat at previously. My animated wife insisted I point out who the couple were who had attempted to include me in their marital games and, smirking knowingly to herself, left me to go and order our food from the unsuspecting 'other' woman.

I nervously watched as the two women engaged in conversation, both of them looking over at me and laughing as Claire pointed me out to the other woman, a look of recognition suddenly flashing across the barmaid's amused face. The two women continued chatting conspiratorially, their heads close together as they prevented anyone else overhearing their conversation, both of them occasionally either looking over at me or at the woman's husband, laughing and obviously making jokes between them. Eventually my wife returned to our table, amusement plastered all over her flushed face.

"What the hell were you saying?" I demanded

"Nothing much" she replied, giggling, "I just offered her the use of your beautiful cock sometime in the future."

My mouth dropped open in shock. My loving wife had just offered my 'services' to another woman, someone she had met just minutes earlier. I struggled to believe what I had just witnessed.

Claire reached over and pushed my mouth shut, smiling seductively into my bemused eyes.

"Close your mouth sweetheart," she laughed, "We discussed how you and her husband both got so turned on at the thought of having 'hot-wives' and how great the sex was with you both after 'your' woman had fucked some strange cock."

Smiling broadly at me, my devious wife casually reached under the table and gripped my now rock-hard prick. "Mmmm, there he is again," she giggled.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as she fondled my rigid penis. I got even more flustered when a few minutes later my spouse's new friend brought our lunch over and my naughty bitch wife didn't even bother to stop fondling me, instead moving aside so the other woman was able to see what she was doing to me.

My apparently intended fuck-buddy chuckled sexily at the sight of my erect cock in the grip of my wife's hand and in full view of the pub and her husband, bent over and planted a huge wet kiss on my amazed lips, her tongue forcing itself against mine in a blatant show of her lust.

"We'll look forward to your next visit sexy," the brazen barmaid laughed, "Just make sure you have plenty of time for me then though,"

Winking at my impishly giggling wife, she returned to her side of the bar, kissing her glowering husband lips quickly as she passed him.
I don't think I have ever been as embarrassed in my life as I was then. I was sitting having lunch in a bar with at least twenty strangers and had been blatantly fondled and kissed by two women in plain view of anyone who wanted to watch. Despite my discomfort, my conscience free cock remained as hard as a steel bar as my tormenting wife and I sat and ate our food.

Eventually we finished our meal and, with a last smirk between the barmaid and my wife, we left the pub and returned to my car. Claire hadn't quite finished with our exhibitionism yet though. As soon as we got into our seats, she reached over and undid my zip. Pulling my painfully erect cock out she, in full view of the pub windows, immediately bent down and took most of me into her warm mouth. With all the stimulation I had been receiving over the last few hours, watching my wife blatantly display her cunt while she wanked herself; hearing her cum repeatedly as I drove; being fondled in front of a group of strangers, I came in just a few seconds. My sticky cum flooded her mouth as she pumped my relieved cock with her soft hand but, instead of swallowing straight away, she opened her mouth to display the sticky white residue settled on her tongue. Swirling the mess around in her mouth and grinning seductively into my astonished eyes, she closed her lips and made an obvious showing of swallowing my deposit.

Claire gently cleaned my penis with a baby-wipe and put my severely diminished member back where it belonged, zipping my trousers back up and planting a sticky kiss on my grinning lips – I knew I could taste my cum on her but, to tell the truth, I didn't give a fuck. Laughing out loud and shaking my head slowly in disbelief, I tiredly started the car and drove us back to pick the children up from school.

* * * * * *

Back to work and relative normality the following week. Amy and the rest of the staff immediately noticed my change of mood. I was happily singing some old pop songs much of the day and generally having a laugh with anyone who crossed my path, even taking my erstwhile, long-suffering secretary out to lunch on the Thursday as a treat for all her support in my 'downtime' over the previous few weeks.

Of course that lunch led to us both drinking more than was good for us and we found ourselves divulging tit-bits of information about ourselves that we really should have kept secret. I eventually told her all about mine and Claire's problems and resultant escapades, including my part in the instigation of my wife's adultery. - Amy was not at all amused by that, kicking my shin under the table as she rebuked me. She then totally surprised me when she agreed Claire was only doing what I deserved when she had taken herself off and got 'herself fucked' as my tipsy secretary put it. I had never, ever heard that sixty-odd year old perfect 'lady' utter any swearword at all in the years I had known her, much less a word like 'fuck'. Later, after our second bottle of Merlot (may even have been our third), she wistfully stared out of the restaurant window, her head in her hands as a small tear slid from her eye. I sympathetically took her hands in mine and apologised for upsetting her that much. Again the lady shocked me. She had sniffed and then laughed as she wiped the single tear from her cheek, "Don't flatter yourself young Robert, I was just wishing I had taken the chance to fuck more men than my Jim when I was younger that's all."

Clearly the alcohol had had an uninhibiting effect on her. Her whole demeanour and the words I was hearing from her mouth were totally surprising me. She went on to tell me all about her marriage to her late husband. He had been 10 years older than her and they had devastatingly found out, after they had been married for about 5 years, that he was unable to father children due to a bout of Mumps when he was in his early twenties. That was something she regretted with all her heart. She would have loved to have children and even considered divorcing Jim and getting herself another man to fulfil her motherly needs. Of course she didn't, - she loved him with all her being. He was the only man she had ever had sex with, and although they had discussed her getting pregnant to another man and them bringing the child up as their own, (IVF was not an option in those days)- there was no way in hell she wanted to have any other man have 'use her lady-garden' as she so delightfully put it.

I was actually shedding a tear myself by that time, trying to imagine my own life without Becky and Mikey as I listened sadly to Amy's sorrowful story. The waiter had noticed our distress and had quietly approached us, enquiring as to our well-being. Realising the time, it was after 2pm by then, we thanked him for his concern and assured him we were fine, just drunkenly reminiscing like people do when they have had too much of his wonderful wine. He brought the bill at my request, being absolutely delighted by the large tip – I tend to get very generous after a few too many drinks – and we left the restaurant arm in arm, leaning on each other to prevent either of us falling.

Now I know what you are thinking... Let me tell you though, even if I was such a shit as to take advantage of a drunken friend, the state I was in there was no way in hell I would have been able to have any form of sex with my much-loved colleague. Not that I couldn't have fancied her. She was still an extremely attractive woman having retained a very trim figure to go with her lovely face. No, it would have been like fucking a favourite aunt and am certainly not into any form of incest fetish. Instead, I put my very unsteady secretary into a taxi to take her home and then rung my wife, asking her to come and pick her extremely drunk husband up.

The restaurant was only around the corner from our offices and somehow I managed to get myself back there, having walked to my lunch date with Amy when we had originally set out. My grinning, red face and unsteady gait obviously brought forth much merriment and general piss-taking from my work colleagues as I staggered through the main office and made my way to the corner of the room where my private domain was situated. Plonking myself down in my very, very comfortable office manager's chair, I immediately fell asleep, - snoring loudly by all accounts.

Claire arrived and laughingly managed to get me into her car, - with the help of two male work friends – and drove us home as I fell asleep once again. I wasn't aware at the time but she picked the kids up from school on the way and with me snoring away in the passenger seat, much to their joint amusement, took us all home. My so-called loving wife didn't even try to get me into the house and help me to bed; instead she left me sat in her car where I woke up several hours later with a dry sticky mouth and a raging headache. As I staggered into the house and slowly made my way upstairs to bed, - it was way after supper time and there was no way I wanted anything else to eat – I could hear a totally unsympathetic Claire explaining to my laughing children the perils of drinking too much at lunchtime. I didn't get off that easy though. No, I was up most of the night, hugging the toilet bowl like a long-lost brother as I deposited most of my very expensive lunch and wine down the pan.

* * * * * *

"Why didn't you fuck her?"

"What???..." The surprise question as I sat there watching the news on TV shook me out of the relaxed, almost semi-comatose state I tend to get in when watching something I am not really interested in. "Where did that come from?"

I had told Claire about what had happened the previous day with Amy when I had eventually sobered up enough to talk coherently, both of us having got upset and shed a few tears at our friend's drunken regrets. Now we were sat together after having spent a normal day – although Amy had rung in sick and I didn't arrive at work until way after 11am, leading to much jocularity and piss-taking from the rest of the staff. My 'caring' wife had left me in bed when she had got up and sorted the kids out with breakfast and school, only waking me when she returned sometime after 9. I had tentatively managed to get myself together enough to make the journey into work, Claire dropping me off, (I had seemingly left my car at work the previous day, although I couldn't remember doing so) before she went into Manchester for some female retail therapy. Everything had gone as usual for the rest of the day until my inquisitive wife sprang her leading question on me.

"I was just curious that's all. I know you fancy her, and after all she's not so much older than Bella, so I thought you may have taken advantage of the situation."

I was amazed. My wife had, as casually as asking why I hadn't taken the trash out or something, just asked me why I hadn't fucked another woman when I was pissed. Not only that, that was the first time since she found out about my infidelity that she had mentioned my partner in adultery without any trace of venom in her voice.

I answered her with the same reasons I have set out previously, pointing out that Amy was a close friend and anyway, I couldn't have done much about it with the drunken state I was in at the time. She laughed at me when I mentioned that, "Been there, seen that," she muttered quietly, giggling as she remembered from experience that 'brewers droop' always suspended any amorous inclinations I may get.

"So" she continued, "What you're saying is that, if you hadn't been so drunk and if Amy hadn't been such a close friend, you would have taken advantage of the situation and fucked her."

I sat there aghast, totally bemused as to where my wife was heading with her questions.

"Not at all; I have had enough trouble with my straying dick over the last few weeks. I don't want anything new to come between us and cause us more distress, now that we have just about accepted each other's indiscretions." I answered her, still a little apprehensive about where we were heading with that conversation.

I was hoping she would let the matter drop but no, my mischievous little bitch of a wife carried on,

"But I thought you enjoyed fucking strange women?... Fucking some 'new' pussy?... Although Amy's is not exactly new." She laughed.

I was totally confused by then. Was she spoiling for a fight? Was she taking the piss? All I did know was that I was finding the conversation extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Stuttering as I spoke, I asked, "Claire, sweetheart, why are you dragging all this up again? I thought we were getting over it? I thought we had both admitted our regrets and apologised to each other?"

She came and sat next to me then, snuggling up to me on the sofa and putting her arms around me as she pulled us tightly together.

"I know we have darling. I just thought you may want to continue with our 'arrangement' that's all." she whispered softly into my ear as she gently started caressing my chest.

"Our arrangement? I wasn't aware we had an arrangement." I murmured nervously.

"Yeah I know, I just thought you may want to carry on with our little escapades." she giggled. Her hand straying to my awakening cock, "We both told each other how much we had enjoyed fucking other people and how horny it made us when we returned to each other afterwards, maybe it would be good to continue for a while."

Fucking Hell!!!... My sexy, loving wife had just proposed that we both strayed from our fidelity vows, both took other lovers with the full acceptance and agreement of the other. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? I knew I would really enjoy having some strange fanny now and again but could I really accept my wife fucking around too? - Could I truly say my lust at the thought of her having strange cocks using her would outweigh the jealousy I would obviously feel?

"You mean you would like us to have an 'open marriage? One where we're at liberty to screw around with anyone who takes our fancy? I don't know Claire, it seems such a huge step..." I questioned nervously, confused thoughts flying through my brain at a thousand miles an hour.

"Yes, I think so," she affirmed, "The sex between us since my so-called revenge fuck has been spectacular. The best we have ever had since we met. Don't you agree?"

I nodded in reluctant agreement, my hand cupping her warm breast and pinching her obviously aroused nipple as she continued.

"Do you think we can use other people to enhance our own love-life like the last two weeks? Wouldn't you love the chance to fuck some new cunt? I know I would really enjoy having other cocks screwing me in my every hole, knowing how much it excited you too."

Claire's language was getting more and more sexual as she became increasingly turned on by our discussion. Her rock-hard nipples were protruding through her thin t-shirt despite the fact she was wearing a bra as she carefully opened my trouser zip and extracted my rigid cock, stroking him slowly and rubbing the inevitable drops of pre-cum all over my pole and balls. Her breathing was becoming laboured as her wonderful breasts rose to meet my grasping hand.

She suddenly rose from the sofa and within little more than a millisecond stood gloriously naked in front of me, her bare pussy lips in plain view as they glistened in the light reflected light from the TV. Taking my hands in hers, she pulled me to my feet, my turgid cock sticking obscenely out of the front of my trousers. As we swapped kisses, our tongues fencing and fighting for supremacy, she quickly undressed me and pushed me back onto the sofa. My mind flashed back to just a few short days before when, in that same room and on that self-same sofa she had virtually raped me when she'd returned from fucking her first extra-marital lover. Once again, my unrepentant cock was pulsing as she swiftly mounted me and engulfed it with her hot, wet womanhood in one smooth, forceful push.

The stimulation we were both feeling from our conversation soon meant that we were cumming together, straining and pushing our loins against each other's as we almost simultaneously reached our respective climaxes. Gasping for breath we cuddled as our naked chests stuck together with our mutual sweat and our mouths kissed in the afterglow of our temporarily sated passion.

Instead of removing herself from my lap, Claire continued to sit on my slowly softening member, squeezing him gently with her powerful internal pussy muscles as she refused to let him escape her eager channel, our mixed sexual juices slowly dribbling from her cunt and soaking my swollen balls.

"So, what do you reckon dear husband of mine? Do we have an 'agreement' now or what?" my sexy bitch of a wife asked, her throaty voice not hiding the giggle that was apparent in her words.

"Mmmmm, I think so, you sexy fucker," I laughed, feeling my cock surprisingly returning to full mast inside her warm, wet and very welcoming adulterous cunt. "But only if we establish some kind of rules first."

"Mmmmm, whatever you say my darling stud," she moaned into my mouth as her lips engulfed mine and she started once again to fuck my by then rigid pole.

Slowly we brought each other to a spectacularly satisfying climax, taking our time and once again 'making love' rather than the previous animalistic fucking of each other. We changed position without de-coupling so I was on top in the so-called missionary position, able to look down at her as we gently moved our bodies together. We kissed lovingly, our lips and tongues mashing together in our passion.

"You really want to do this?" she asked quietly as we lay there with my post-coital cock still buried in her full pussy, "You're not saying yes just to please me?"

"Fuck no!... What sort of idiot would I be to turn down the chance of screwing other women with the full permission of my wife while I still have her at home to fuck when I can't get anyone better?" I joked, mocking her as my softened cock gently slid from within her grasping fanny.

"Fucking ungrateful pervert!" my laughing wife replied, hugging me tightly and kissing me once again.

And there it was, just like that we had an agreement on our so-called 'open' marriage....

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