My wife's head disappeared from view for a moment, Paul moved from the front door to look through the window just as my wife stepped into view, she had her towelling dressing gown on and was just tying the belt as she walked quickly through the living room towards the front door, as she walked so quickly the bottom of her dressing gown flew open showing her bare legs almost all the way to her pussy, her hand brushed the front of her dressing gown closed just before her most private parts were exposed.

Angela opened the front door, she invited Paul into the house but instead of just closing the front door after Paul passed her on the doorway she stepped out into the street and looked to the left and to the right to see if any of our neighbours were about, she didn't look in my direction across the street as no one lived on that side of the road, there was just the high wall surrounding an export packing company's wood store yard, so she didn't see me sitting in my car opposite her...watching!

Angie closed the front door and pointed to my seat for Paul to sit in, my chair backed onto the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, I saw a look cross Paul's face as he looked up the stairs as he moved to my seat. Angela crossed to her sofa, she would usually sit sideways on to the right hand arm of the sofa with her legs up pointing at the kitchen door, her sofa backed on to the bathroom wall and at the right hand end of her sofa was the standard lamp that she used to read her books under.

She didn't sit down, there was a rapid conversation and Angela moved off into the kitchen, she reached up to the high cupboard where we kept our glasses, as she reached up Paul's head lowered as he looked at the back of my wife's legs as her dressing gown rode up a little. Angela kept her back to Paul as she opened the fridge and bent down, legs straight to get a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. Her dressing gown rode up much higher as she bent over and even from more than one hundred feet away and through net curtains I could see that Angela wasn't wearing knickers under her dressing gown.

Paul had slid forward on the seat to get a better look at my wife's arse in the kitchen and he remained sitting on the front edge of the seat when Angela returned and handed him one of the two glasses of wine she had poured. I just sat there in my car looking through my own living room window as my wife and her boss sat talking at a quarter to eleven at night.

Paul was half way through his wine when he suddenly pulled himself out of his seat, he handed Angels a sheet of paper to read, she automatically spread the letter out on the arm of the sofa and reached up to turn the standard lamp on to help give her enough light to read by. Paul pointed to the CD player, Angela looked up at him and nodded her head, Paul walked across the room and rummaged through our CD collection, he put some music on and stood looking down at Angela as she read the letter that he had given her. I saw Paul say something else and as he spoke he pointed up at the overhead light, Angela nodded her head without even looking up from the letter that she was reading.

Paul crossed the room and turned the main light off. Paul almost disappeared as the net curtains did their job and hid those parts of the room that were as dark as or darker than the outside street. I assumed that Paul had returned to my seat but after a moment Angela lifted the sheet of paper, looked over towards the front door and said something, Suddenly Paul appeared in front of the sofa, he sat next to Angela and looked at the sheet of paper. There was a discussion and Angela placed the letter over the arm of the sofa to her right, Paul remained on the sofa next to my wife, she seemed to go into auto-pilot as she went back to reading, her legs lifted as she turned a little more to the right, her toes aliped under the edge of Paul's thigh and his hand slipped over to her calves, as she read he slowly massaged her calf muscles and lower legs.

The next fifteen minutes seemed to take hours to pass as Paul's hand slowly massaged ever higher over Angela's leg, I saw his fingers slip under the bottom hem of her dressing gown, the whole of his hand was out of sight rubbing over the outside of her thigh and up over her hip. Angela looked over at Paul's face, then down at his hand on her hip. Angela moved her feet, pulling her toes out from under his thigh and rolling to the right so that she was sitting with her back against the sofa's back. Paul grinned, his hand hadn't moved so as Angela turned in her seat, his hand slithered from her hip to right over her pussy area. Angela took a sip from her glass of wine, I couldn't see very much from my car across the road, just a hump under the front of her dressing gown moving slowly from side to side.

I have to say that my reaction shocked me, I should have flown into a rage, I should have marched over there and killed them both but before I could do that I would have to wait until my cock calmed down a little. Angela drank around half of her glass of wine while Paul reached over her body rubbing her up as she took her glass from her lips. Paul reached over with his left hand and took her glass from her hand. After he put the glass down he twisted his body to face her more in his seat and his left hand slid to the knot holding the front of her dressing gown closed. Paul lifted the end of the belt and looked into Angela's eyes, she said nothing so Paul pulled and the knot fell open. Paul pushed the right hand side of Angela's dressing gown to the right and then pulled the left hand side to the left, pushing it down between their bodies.

Paul's right hand was rubbing over Angela's pussy mound, as soon as his left hand was free he moved it under her left knee, he lifted her left leg and pulled it towards him, he slipped her left leg over his right knee and then swapped his right hand for his left hand as he pushed his fingers between my wife's legs, burying two of his fingers deep into her pussy. She stiffened, her back arched away from the sofa as Paul's right hand rubbed up over her right breast and then he hooked his hand up over her neck, pulling her upper body closer to his, he kissed her as he gave her a massive orgasm with the fingers of his left hand.

Angie moved her right hand and covered the lump that had grown under Paul's trousers. I watched in disbelief as my wife opened her bosses trousers and released his cock, I was even more surprised when she bent over more and slipped her mouth over his cock. Paul's left hand pressed down on the back of Angela's head to push her mouth further down on his cock. I'd asked Angela many times for oral sex and she'd always refused, as far as I could see Paul hadn't even asked for oral sex, my wife had just done it to him of her own volition.

I watched as my wife got more animated, her head moving faster and faster until Paul's body jerked and he pushed her forehead up and her mouth away from his cock, he said something with a laugh, in my head I read, "Bloody hell, that was close!"

Paul said something else and he looked up towards our bedroom, Angela smiled, she thought for a while and then nodded her head. They both stood up, picked up their wine glasses, Angela turned her standard lamp off and they disappeared into the darkness. The light over the stairs went on; she could have been letting Paul out but thirty seconds later, I saw my bedroom light go on and Paul, shirtless, appeared in the window, he bent down, it was obvious that he was taking his trousers off. I'd seen enough, my wife taking Paul Gamble up to our shared bedroom was a liberty too far for me. I made up my mind to put a stop to everything. I left my car and marched purposefully across the road. I opened the front door, my CD player was still on, it was a love songs CD playing at quite a high volume. They had left the stairs light on as well as the landing light at the top of the stairs, I didn't creep up the stairs, I just walked normally but because of the volume from the CD player my wife and her boss didn't hear me.

There was another change in my wife's normal behaviour; the bedroom light was still on, no matter how much I begged she would never let me fuck her with the light on. It had obviously taken me longer to get to my bedroom door, I'd aimed to stop them before Paul performed the act but as I stood at my open bedroom door Angela was running through a rather noisy orgasm.

I stepped into my bedroom, Angela was on her hands and knees, totally naked, Paul was behind her, also totally naked, well, not totally naked, he still had his socks on and he was fucking my wife doggy style.

I just stood there watching as Paul rammed his cock into my wife from behind, this was no love making, this was a power trip, Paul exercising his power over my wife. "I'm close!" Paul said as he quickly pulled back, Angela turned quickly, I got a flash of her arse as her head was away from me, her mouth closed over his cock and she worked hard and fast to get him off in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his semen.

"What time will Ray get back from work?"

It took Angela a while to answer, "On this shift, he usually gets home around seven o'clock."

"Oh goody, I can spend the night, give me an hour and I'll be ready to go again, this time I want to cream off inside your cunt."

That was it for me, Angela wasn't on birth control and if I wanted to fuck her I either got a red cock or had to wear a condom. Her boss had already fucked her from behind without a condom and he'd got close to his climax so there could already be seed swimming toward her womb and he was planning on going all the way in an hour. I said, "I think you'd better wear a condom unless you want to support a child for the next twenty-five years, Paul!"

The look on Angela and Paul's face was priceless, I just turned and headed back down stairs, I turned the light on and the CD player off. Angela was just a few paces behind me, she was still totally naked, I could hear Paul moving around in my bedroom as he collected his clothes and got dressed. I'd expected him to run for it as soon as he was dressed but instead I heard the bedsprings squeal as Paul sat on my bed.

"Why did you do it with Paul Gamble of all people?"

Angela looked very worried, she turned away from me for a moment, "When I took the job with Paul we needed the money, you were on short time and only getting half pay for a whole year, we were close to losing the house. Paul's job was only paying minimum wage, a boring filing clerk's job, thirty hours a week, that's less than ten thousand a year and I have to pay tax and national insurance out of that as well as getting to work and don't forget the pension payments I have to make because of the new government regulations. Paul offered me a way to make more money without any of those taxes, it started out with me just giving him a hand job a couple of times a week and he was giving me fifty pounds a month extra to do that for him."

Angela took a deep breath, she walked over to the arm of her sofa and picked up the sheet of paper that she had been reading and handed it to me. It was a contract of employment between Paul and Angela, new job title, 'Personal Assistant to the Directors!' the underlining of Personal in the job title looked strange as did the salary, twenty thousand pounds for a thirty hour week, Paul's signature was at the bottom of the page as was Angela's.

"Over the year I was doing more things for more money, after the hand relief got boring he asked me to suck his cock, then he wanted me to strip off while I wanked him or sucked his cock, I let him masturbate, take photographs of me and today was the first time he actually had sex with me!"

"It makes you sound like some kind of whore!"

"Well, believe me, it feels like I'm working as a whore as well, but once I got over the shock of being asked to do things like sucking Paul's cock for a bigger bonus, I soon got over my fear and began to enjoy it! And this contract isn't with the company, it's just between the four directors and me, nothing is going through the books, no tax, no stoppages of any kind and if I let them do what they want to do here, I don't even have to pay bus fares either."

"But you still refuse to suck my cock!"

"Well, I'll be happy to suck you...I'll even do it right now...the thing is, you haven't asked me to do it since Paul trained me how to do it properly and there's no way I could have brought that up without making you suspicious!"

Angela stepped in closer to me and she pulled my zipper down, pre-cum was literally dripping out of my cock's eye, the front of my trousers and underpants were so wet that I could almost have shot my load in there already.

Angela went down on her knees and she took my cock in her mouth, she brought me back to full strength and then pulled her head back with a 'plop' as my cock slipped out of her mouth, "I'd like you to fuck me right now as well but...well, Paul is expecting a clean passageway when I go back up to bed!"

Angela bent forward and took my cock in her mouth again. Angela was some kind of expert with her mouth, she was on the edge of being violent with me she was sucking so hard and her head was moving so fast...so fast that I exploded in seconds, as my juice spurted out she sucked even harder, swallowing all the time, drinking my spunk down greedily.

I had to step back, step away from the pleasure because it was all too much for me, as my shrinking cock slipped out of her mouth she was still trying to suck me.

Angela stood up, "I hope that you're going to be okay with me going back up to Paul to finish off sealing the deal with him, if you aren't happy, I'll get dressed and we'll pop back to the office for a few hours!"

I just stood there with my trousers and underpants around my ankles and my cock looking down at my feet, I didn't say yes or no, Angela just turned and headed back up to our bedroom, I pulled my trousers and underpants back up and turned the CD player on again at the beginning of the CD. I waited a few moments before I walked up the stairs again, Angela was apologising to Paul for the disturbance to his pleasure. I was watching through the gap between the door and the frame on the hinge side, Angela spent a while undressing Paul and using her mouth to wake his cock up again. As she was sucking him he said, "What about Bob tomorrow, he was hoping to have his turn, will your husband walk in on him as well?"

There was that plop again as Angela pulled her mouth off of Paul's cock, "I'll have a word with Ray, he won't mind sharing me with you guys, he'll love all the sex he can have with me and no bother about the whole condom thing in the future."

I stood there quietly, just watching my wife performing sex acts with her boss, things that I wouldn't have ever dared asking for in my wildest dreams. Paul was making a pig of himself, he gave Angela a thousand orgasms but only had one more climax himself. Angela was drenched with sweat, she looked at the open bedroom door, "I'm going to need a bath after this...are you finished or are you going to have a nap and go again?"

"No, I'd better not over stay my welcome. What time shall I send Bob over tomorrow?"

"I've got his mobile number; I'll ring him and make the appointment myself."

That was the point that I went down to the bathroom at the side of the kitchen, I ran my wife a bath while she was finishing off with Paul. I was sitting on my chair when Paul left, he opened the door into the living room, he had both glasses in his hand, he offered them to me to take off of him, "Good night Ray, see you again soon!"

Angela let Paul out; she was still totally naked as she kissed Paul on the front doorstep. She took their glasses off of me and I followed her into the bathroom, she climbed into the bath and held out her hand to me, "You want to join me in here darling?"

I stripped off and climbed into the bath with my wife, I opened my legs and settled down into the water with her feet against my balls and my ankles either side of her hips. she lifted her feet and put her ankles either side of my hips she lifted her bum out of the water and slid forward. We'd never taken a bath together before so I wasn't sure of the etiquette. Angela pulled her body along my legs, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as she rubbed her pussy against my flaccid cock, she whispered, "Do you want me to wash my cunt out before you fuck me?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn't sure if I wanted to follow Paul at all but whatever my head said, my cock was already growing and soon Angela had eased my cock into her cunt and was riding me from above...another first for us. My sex life with my wife to that point had been very vanilla, very Catholic...my wife's religion from birth. As she bounced up and down in my lap, working me close to my orgasm but holding me back each time I got close, I said, "What are you going to tell the priest in confession on Sunday?"

"I think I've gone far too far to go into confession, if I tell my confessor a half of what I've done it'll take me a month to do all the stations of the cross he'll give me, not to mention the rest of the punishments...no, I think from now on I call myself a lapsed Catholic. How do you feel about women with shaved pussies?"

"I don't mind one way or the other really."

"Good, Paul's told me that if I want him to give me oral sex I have to shave, I just thought I'd warn you before I did it!"

I didn't finally get to bed much earlier that I would have expected to if I'd worked my full shift. After getting sent home before my night shift had even started, I'd found my wife 'Entertaining' her boss in our house. I had several hours of eye-opening voyeurism, watching Angela and her boss fucking and then my wife 'Entertained' me after, we had sex in the bath until the water turned too cold to stop in and just before we left the water Angela finally took me over the edge and into my own climax.

We'd sat in the living room for another hour, just talking as we cuddled on the sofa. From time to time Angela rubbed my cock to test if it was ready to go again and when she felt movement she curled her body over mine and sucked my cock for me again, she went at it like a starving woman until I was close to boiling over and stopped, then she toyed with me, licking and sucking gently for ten minutes, taking me close to my orgasm again and stopping, she pulled her head away from my cock with a 'Plop' and grinned up at me, "You want to try giving me oral now darling?"

I'd never done it before but as I'd pestered my wife to give me oral sex for years and years and she'd finally given it to me so I could hardly refuse her. I got on my knees on the floor in front of the sofa and dipped my head between her legs, I was surprised to find that my wife could still perform the splits, something she'd practiced for ten years while performing gymnastics at school but I had no idea that she could still do it. I leaned into her pussy, her legs were so wide apart that she could get her hands in there as well and she pulled her pussy lips wide open for me and was guiding me where to lick and where to nibble in and around her pussy.

I gave her one orgasm and she was heading for her second when I gagged on a pubic hair that managed to reach my uvula. I pulled away just before Angela reached that crucial point in her pleasure. I spat the offending hair out into a handkerchief and then found a second, quite long hair jammed in between two front teeth that was a devil to get out.

"Right, that's it, I was going to try and do it myself later but you can do it for me, into the bathroom with you, bring me a towel to sit on first, then go and put a new blade in your razor, get me a flannel, a bowl of warm water and your shaving foam."

I fetched everything she's told me to and while I was hunting the goods down she'd sat there, on the towel that she'd used to dry herself after our bath, she was using a pair of scissors to take down the woodland between her legs and kept her legs in the splits position while I lathered up between her legs and shaved the stubble left behind.

After a thirty minute intermission while I turned a wild bush into a baby smooth pussy, her hands were pulling at my ears, pulling my mouth back down into her pussy. No stray hairs this time and I gave her four orgasms over the next thirty minutes.

When we finally got into bed and we were just about to go to sleep she said, "So...anyway, why didn't you go to work tonight?"

"I did go in, there was a flood, it blew all of the electrics out, we couldn't even do any maintenance work as the lights were all out so we were all sent home. They called the standby electrician in to look things over so I'll ring in later in the day to see how things are going."

"Talking about flooding...do you think that you'll be able to flood me out any time soon?"

My wife had turned into a raving nymphomaniac, from only allowing me sex about twelve times a year, she'd already had a cock in her pussy more than twelve times in the last eight hours...I wasn't going to complain about it though, I just rolled on top of her and fucked her missionary style until I emptied my balls into her cunt.

I thought my task was done for the night, the sun was starting to rise and the export packers would be starting work at any moment, clambering up onto huge piles of wood to collect packaging materials, not usually a problem apart from the fact that we could actually see the piles of wood while lying in bed so as they clambered about they would see into our bedroom, 'We really must buy some curtains for our bedroom window or fit nets up at least!' ran through my head as I heard the voices of men shouting instructions up to the men climbing the wood stacks.

Angela had her eyes fixed firmly on the window as she pushed my head down between her legs and performed the splits once again for me to lick my own seed out of her pussy.

We actually went to sleep with four men looking over at us to see if there was going to be another show going on in our bedroom, the front door was knocked at mid day, I looked out of the window, it was Gary, my union representative, standing on my front doorstep.

"It's Gary from work, probably come to talk about the factory closure, I'll bet the old man is trying to wriggle out of paying us half pay for last night. You don't have to get up, I'll deal with him."

When I opened the front door Gary was looking up at the bedroom window and then I heard my wife's footsteps above as she walked around the bed.

I was in the kitchen when Angela came down, she said "Hello" to Gary before coming into the kitchen to take over making the coffee from me.

"Gary looks depressed, you'd better go in and talk to him, I'll finish the coffee."

I looked at Angela, she was wearing a very lightweight summer dress, her thirty-eight, 'D' cup breasts were almost totally on show, she had no bra on, I could see the dark circles of her areola through the thin material and most of her décolletage was on show above the square cut neckline of the dress. I couldn't tell if she was actually wearing knickers or not, if her hair had still been there and she wasn't wearing any it would have shown through as her dress was so thin, so to check, as I walked past her I patted her bottom.

Gary had spotted me slapping my wife's arse gently as I walked towards him and he also saw the smile on my wife's face as she felt my hand and knew exactly why I'd done it.

I had put Gary on the sofa when I brought him into the living room because I'd expected Angela to go back to sleep when I woke up. I really wanted to ask him to move into my seat because Angela would be sitting next to him when she brought the coffee in.

The news wasn't good, the flooding had caused close to one hundred thousand pounds worth of damage to the building and around thirty thousand pounds of electrical damage as well.

"The thing is, the company has personal injury insurance but nothing to cover the flood. The boss has no way of getting that kind of money so it looks like we're closed down and this time, there will be no Angel coming out of the woodwork with a new order to save us after a year on half pay."

Angela drank her coffee quite fast and she asked if Gary would like a sandwich or biscuit with his coffee. Gary had been looking deliberately in my direction as we chatted but after Angela asked her question he turned and looked in her direction. There was a cartoon moment as his eyes popped out of his head and rolled around on my wife's chest for a moment, he had to clear his throat to be able to answer her, he told her that he'd love a sandwich, "Any kind thanks, I'll eat anything!"

Angela went through to the kitchen to fill her coffee cup and as she walked past Gary, his eyes were fixed on her arse. Suddenly Gary remembered that I was sitting there, his head snapped in my direction and he whispered, "I'm sorry mate, I didn't mean to...you know...ogle your misses like that, but my Brenda left me after being out of work for six months last year...it's coming up for a year since I last...well, you know!"

"Ray, can you come and reach this dish for me please!"

Fortunately my wife calling me into the kitchen helped me out, stopped me the embarrassment of responding to finding out my co-worker's wife left him a year earlier, she left him as her reaction to him being on short time where my wife had reacted by taking up the slack in our finances by taking a menial job at Gamble and Croft's office.

"What can't you reach?"

Angela shushed me and whispered, "I can reach everything, do you think I should offer to do something for Gary?"

I whispered back, "You are doing something for him; you're making him a sandwich!"

"I didn't mean that, it's been a year since his wife left him, how would you like it if you had to go a year without sex...you'd go crazy!"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of offering him something, hand relief or a blow job."

My volume increased a little, "You can't be serious!"

"You didn't see the reaction in his pants when he realised that I wasn't wearing a bra under this thin dress...he's desperate for sex...any kind of sex. I could offer him one of your old condoms...after all, you won't need them anymore!"

I just shook my head, Angela looked surprised, she was buttering the bread for the sandwiches she was making and she said, "If it would upset you to see me help your friend out, you could pop to the shops for half an hour, buy a large bag of crisps or a bottle of wine or something while I do him!"

I turned and walked into the living room, "I'm popping down the supermarket for a tray of beer, do you have time to wait for me to get back?"

Gary jumped to his feet, "I'll come with you if you don't mind, I need fags anyway."

I looked in the kitchen, Angela looked very disappointed that Gary wanted to go to the shop with me rather than stay in the house with her. I got in my car and Gary sat next to me, I pushed the gear stick forward and released the hand brake, as we rolled forward I cleared my throat.

"Angela's worried about you...she thinks that going a year without sex is depressing you...that and the issues at the factory could tip you over the edge into doing something stupid!"

"Your wife is probably right...a lucky few of us might end up with a job at Bensons, looks like they'll get most of the production contracts that we have left, I have to think positive at a time like this."

"Angela was getting me out of the way so that she could offer you a little helping hand."

Gary's head snapped in my direction, he had a shocked look on his face. "What kind of a hand?"

"She thought that you may like a little hand-job...or oral, she likes doing both...you could probably stretch things to full sex if you were willing to use a condom."

"So...you're saying that I've blown my blow-job because I came to the shop with you instead of hanging back and keeping your misses company back there?"

"I'm sure that she won't change her mind about wanting to help you out...you're pretty good with electrics aren't you?"

Gary nodded his head.

"Well, one of the power points in my bedroom has a cracked faceplate and buzzes when we try and use it, if I buy a new one on the way home, you can offer to switch it over for me, I'm sure that Angela would love to show you where it is!"

Gary smiled, "Don't you mind that your wife wants to get me off?"

"No, not at all...sex is just sex...love is another thing!"

"I would never let my wife do something like that!"

I just shrugged my shoulders and thought, 'Perhaps that's why she isn't around now!'

When we got home there was a large platter of sandwiches waiting for us on the coffee table and three glasses waiting to be filled with the beer that I'd bought. As we ate I mentioned to Angela that Gary had offered to change out the cracked power point in our bedroom, "I'll dig my way through the pantry yo get to the fuse box while you show Gary where the power point is, if you plug the radio into that socket Gary will hear when I turn the power off up there!"

I saw Angela smile, the fact that I'd worked out a way for Angela to get Gary in our bedroom on her own, proving that not only was I okay with her giving Gary a helping hand, I was helping her to get there too.

I cleared away the pots while Gary followed Angela up to our bedroom, I heard the radio spark up as I opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs, I had to move boxes of junk to get deep into the cupboard, I was picking up boxes, turning around and putting the box back down behind me so it looked like I was making a little prison for myself.

A voice behind me made me jump, it was Gary, he was standing in the open doorway, "I need a medium blade screwdriver and a terminal driver!"

"There's a small toolbox in the back bedroom, it has a basic toolkit in it, everything you'll need."

Gary was looking at the way I was trapping myself in the cupboard and I was looking at the front of his trousers, he was already hard and his zipper was halfway down, there was also a smudge of red lipstick at the side of his mouth. I have to say that I'd known Gary for five years and I had no idea that he had so much junk in his trunk but then I guess I'd never been with him when he had an erection before.

I was still moving forward slowly towards the fuse box as Gary climbed the stairs, his feet just inches away from my head, I stopped and followed his progress up the stairs with my eyes, he stopped at my bedroom doorway for a moment, I heard Angela's footsteps meet him, there was a moment's pause and then Gary walked into the back bedroom to collect my small toolbox and Angela's footsteps moved towards our bed.

I was at the fuse box when Gary walked back into my bedroom. Fortunately all the fuses were well marked, the three power fuses, one for the kitchen, one for the rest of the ground floor and the third for the upstairs. I pulled the fuse and the radio went dead instantly. The noise of the radio was replaced by the sound of Gary gasping and then Angela's "That was close, did you like that?"

"Oh God yes, My wife didn't really like sucking my cock so she never did it like that!"

It looked like I was totally blocked in by the boxes but I'd been careful as I placed them, the first box had a gap on the left, the next row of boxes had a gap on the right and so on, I had to walk like a Goose but it just took a few hops and I was back in the kitchen.

My wife's voice was a little quieter when I was in the kitchen but I still heard her say, "I can suck you off until you cum if you like or give you a little more and you can use a condom in me to finish off."

I walked quickly through the living room, Gary had left the door open at the bottom of the stairs so I didn't make a sound as I started up. I stopped four steps short of the top of the stairs and looked around the open doorframe, my chin close to the capet, Angela was kneeling in front of Gary, his trousers and underpants around his ankles and her head was bobbing up and down over his cock. I could see the red lipstick line around his cock where Angela's lips reached as she was sucking him, there was at least five inches of his cock between the red line and his balls.

Angela pulled her mouth off of his cock, my eyes opened wide with surprise, there was more cock between the red line and the tip of his cockhead than below the lipstick line. Angela was breathing heavily with the effort that she'd been putting into sucking his cock, "Do you want to try deep throating me or would you rather just get down to fucking me properly with that condom on?"

Gary looked at his hand, I saw the foil wrapper of one of the condoms from the stash in my bedside drawer in his hand, "I'd love to try and deep throat you but do we have enough time to do both, won't Ray come looking if it takes too long?"

"We'll just try a quick deep throat and it won't take you long to cum when you start fucking me properly."

Angela stood up, she pulled Gary off of the bed and she took his place, she rolled onto her back and eased her head backwards so that her head was falling over the edge of the bed. Angela guided Gary into place, she pulled him into her mouth. I saw Gary's cock disappear into her mouth to the red line, Angels shook her shoulders so that her head moved from side to side and suddenly the red line disappeared and Gary moved forward slowly, his cock sank an extra five inches into her mouth until her lips rubbed against his balls. Gary pulled back slowly two inches and then he rammed back up to his balls again in one fast thrust. He gasped and pulled all the way out, "I almost climaxed again, I'd better just get on with it!"

"You were fantastic, it felt really great to have so much meat in my throat."

Gary tore the condom open and rolled the latex down his cock, as he was doing it, Angie rotated so that her legs were dangling over the edge of the bed. As Gary closed in on her cunt she lifted her knees and pulled them against her breasts. I watched as Gary's condom covered cock entered Angela's pussy, I couldn't believe it but even though he'd rolled all of the condom down over his cock there was still two inches of bare cock outside the latex.

He got seven inches of his cock into Angela's cunt before she gasped in pain, he was hitting the roof of her vaginal cavity, "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no, hit me harder, try to get it all in me before you cum!"

Gary seemed to go a little wild but not for long, no more than two minutes at the most before he fell against my wife's body gasping for breathe as he filled the condom. I'd watched all the way, he didn't get all of his cock up her though but it was close, at one point at least nine inches of his monster cock had been buried in her cunt. I have to say that I'd never really thought about a bare pussy, in the past I'd always loved catching that rarest of sights when I caught a flash of my wife's bush but now that she was shaved clean I could see the advantage...well the other advantage, the first, no pubes in my teeth but being able to see everything so clearly as another man fucked my wife with nothing to obscure the view.

For the first time I looked away from Gary's cock at to my wife's face, she was looking at the open bedroom door, her eyes fixed on mine as she went through her fiftieth orgasm in just two minutes, she grinned at me, Gary's head started to move in my direction too as Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers and she planted a passionate kiss on his lips."

I slid slowly down the stairs so that I made no noise. I made my way back into the cupboard under the stairs. I sat on one box right in front of the fuse box for ten minutes. Gary shouted that he'd finished, I was about to put the fuse back in but I stopped myself, I'd pretend that I couldn't hear anything that was going on above me. Gary came down the stairs, leaned around the cupboard doorway and said, "I've finished, you can turn the power back on now."

I pushed the fuse back into the carrier and the radio burst into life. I put the cover back over the row of fuses and started to move the boxes back into place as I dug myself back out of the cupboard. I looked at Gary and he was blushing wildly, his face was covered in my wife's lipstick. Gary looked horribly embarrassed at what he'd just been doing with my wife in our bedroom while he thought I was trapped inside the dark cupboard. "Ray mate...I'd better be off, I've still got to get around five other men to tell them the bad news...thanks...erm...for everything!"

"Okay Gary mate, thanks for fixing my power point, pop around any time for a drink and a chat!"

Gary almost ran from the house, I heard Angela say her goodbyes from half way down the stairs as Gary ran through the front door.

I'd mined my way back into the kitchen as Angela stepped from the living room, she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted her lips against mine, she'd taken a few extra moments to replace her lipstick before coming down and I could feel it through my lips as they slid on the cushion of emulsion covering her lips.

She pulled away an inch, the tip of her nose touched mine as she looked into my eyes. "Did you like that? He was a fucking monster down there...wasn't he?"

I smiled and nodded my head, "He certainly came as a surprise to me, who would have known that he had a cock belonging to a horse hidden down there?"

"He needs a lot of training though, there's at least ten times more pleasure in him if he calmed down a little, took his time and thought about his partner a little more."

"Sounds like you'd like another go around with him!"

"If you invite him around again I'd love second helpings with him...I wouldn't dream of doing him behind your back."

"Just Gary...or do you have designs on any of my other friends?"

Angela's mobile phone rang at that point, she held up her hand to silence me as she answered her phone, "Oh hi Bob...No, I was just about to ring you...no, my husband didn't have a problem with Paul Gamble being here when he got in...no, they had a problem at work, looks like it could be the finish of the company this time, a huge repair bill and no insurance to fall back on."

Angela mouthed 'It's Bob from work, I'll take it in the living room, I'd love a coffee darling.'

I started to make the coffee while Angela paced up and down in the living room talking to Bob. I caught snippets of the conversation.

"No, I've never even thought about doing it that way...I know I said the same about oral...yes, yes I know that once...yes, once you'd talked me into it I loved it..."

The sound of the kettle boiling drowned Angela out for a moment but as I poured the water into the coffee jug I got her side of the telephone conversation back.

"Okay, I'll be ready at six o'clock...no, no need to book a hotel room for the night, Ray doesn't mind, just so long as I don't leave him out of the deal..."

Angela looked over at me as I was pushing the filter handle down on the coffee jug to trap the coffee grounds, she giggled, "...no, I didn't mean that way, he'll be in another room, I don't think he's interested in that!"

Angela went silent, she pulled the phone from her ear and held her phone against her belly and walked back into the kitchen to kiss me, "He's on another call."

She took the cup of coffee off of me and went back into the living room and put her phone to her ear again, "No...I'm still here...Oh okay, I'll be ready at six o'clock, see you then."

Angela closed the phone and looked into the kitchen where I was adding milk and sugar into my coffee cup, "Problem at work, Bob's got to do a little fire fighting of his own on a big contract."

"Is he taking you out tonight?"

"Yes if it's okay with you, he wants to take me out for a meal at the Gaston Blue Restaurant...show me off kind of thing."

I raised my eyebrows a little as Angela blew over the top of her coffee to cool it, no milk to cool it down, not even a spoon full of sugar in it, just almost boiling water. "Erm...have you ever thought about anal sex?"

I shook my head...I knew about it obviously, I even knew men who'd mentioned doing it that way before but never with their wives, "No, I don't think it's the kind of thing a man does with or to his wife."

"No, Bob's the same, he'd never ask his wife to let him do anal with her but as he's basically paying for it he's asked me if I'll consider it...the thing is, his cock is shorter than yours but a lot fatter, I was wondering if you'd help me out...you know, try it with me before my date tonight."

"What...now?"

"Well, much as I'd like to try now...Bob has set up an account for me at a clothing shop just outside the town centre, it's called Dragon Designs. He's told them what he wants me to buy for our date tonight and I can get whatever else I want that takes my fancy...he told me that they also have an underground area that's called The Dungeon, they are more into the sex toy industry, my account is good for them too, Bob suggested that I talk to them about how to get ready for anal sex."

"What do they mean by underground?"

"Well, apparently, Mad Maggie Thatcher didn't like sex shops but she didn't want to ban them outright...she banned free milk in schools when she was minister for education and they nicknamed her, 'Maggie Thatcher...Milk Snatcher!' and that stuck with her until the day she died. To prevent a repeat of that, she didn't ban sex shops but she made them apply to their local council for a licence. If a council wants to ban sex shops they set the licence fee at ten thousand pounds, that way no one could make a profit out of a sex shop, Northampton set the fee at five thousand pounds, too rich for most sex shops so Dragon Designs don't advertise the fact that they sell sex toys because they can't afford the licence."

"So when are you going there?"

"We!"

"We?"

"Yes we, so you can see my new outfit, look around to see if there's anything else that you'd like me to wear for you or for the other guys...and anyway, I'll need you to help me out with the whole anal thing, it'll be much better if you're there to listen to the advice I get."

I thought that Angela was going to get changed before going out, you know, perhaps put a bra on...some knickers...perhaps a dress that didn't show off her arse whenever she moved, but I was wrong. As soon as she finished her coffee we left the house. Angela chatted to three of our neighbours, all men, out in the street while I sat in my car waiting for her to get in. I could see their reactions to her, eyes out on stalks and other stalks growing in their trousers. I knew that my wife was as sexy as all hell but I'd never seen any other men ogling her in that way before...mind you, before she was a good Catholic girl, she never showed off her cleavage or legs out in the street before.

All three men hung around while Angela climbed into the car...I knew that she'd just flashed her goodies to all three of them. My side window was open so I heard the banter, both between my wife and the men but also after Angela closed her door, "See, Pink knickers so I win, you both owe me a pint!"

I grinned inwardly; they'd all seen my wife's bare pussy and all three of them had missed the point that she was running commando! They all thought that she was wearing pink knickers under her dress.

I eventually found the address, it looked like a big residential house just at the rear of the central shopping area rather than a shop, or rather two separate shops. It was one of those 'Red Lined' areas, the kind that you couldn't park at any time of the day or night, three hundred and sixty four and a quarter days of the year. There were CCTV cameras covering every inch of the street, if a car's wheel so much as stopped on one single frame of that film the car's owner would get a sixty pound fine through the post.

"We can't stop here, I'll have to find a space in the main car park and pay."

"Oh, I forgot...Bob said to drive past the building and go through the gate on the right."

I followed Bob's directions and found a reasonably large private parking area that said, 'For Dragons only!'

I was a few steps behind Angela as she approached the shop's door, she had to press a bell push and then talk into a small microphone, all she said was her name and the door buzzed for her to get in. She held the door open for me and as we entered the shop two women jumped out and stopped me, telling me that the shop was private. It took a while for Angela to convince the women that I was with her, that I was her husband.

The fact that Angela had turned up with her husband caused a stir between the two women. An elderly man, a man old enough to be Angela's grandfather had set up her account, it was obvious that the man was Angela's 'Sugar Daddy' and that they were supposed to present her with an outfit that she'd never seen before and they naturally assumed that I had no idea that my wife had a 'Sugar Daddy'.

Angela eventually convinced the assistant to take her to the outfit that Bob had picked out for her. Both sales assistants were shocked that Angela was talking about Bob in front of me but they took her to the rack anyway. Black leather micro-mini skirt and black nylon mesh blouse, considering there was less material in the outfit than it would take to make a doll's dress, the price tag at over three hundred pounds seemed a little steep.

Angela looked at me and grinned; she shook her head and then picked out the outfit in her size. She took it to the changing room and changed, she had her phone in her hand as she stepped out into the main shop area wearing her fetish outfit. "Bob, there's no way I can go out in the street dressed like this...okay, I'll wear it, but only if I can wear a jacket until we get to the restaurant!"

There was a pause, Angela looked at me again before she sighed, "Okay, I'm sure that Ray won't mind dropping me off at the restaurant."

Angela walked over to me and kissed me, "How do I look?"

"Good enough to eat!"

"Bob's going to be working late; he needs you to drop me off at the restaurant!"

I shrugged my shoulders; I was going to let my wife go out to dinner with one of her bosses and then I was going to sleep in one room at home while he fucked her in another...the locations hadn't been discussed yet!

We walked around the sales floor and Angela picked out three other outfits as well as an arm full of lingerie. While the sales assistants were tallying up the value of what Angela had chosen she asked about The Dungeon.

We were directed to the full length mirror against a back wall of the shop, as we stood in front of it there was a click and the mirror moved away from the wall. There was a hidden stairway behind the mirror that went down to an oak door; the sign said 'Stock room, Staff only' across the middle of the door.

Angie used a bell push and looked up at a CCTV camera above the door, a middle aged man opened the door for us and we went into plastic heaven. Angela explained that she needed advice about beginning anal sex.

• Lubricant: this is the slipperiest thing known to man, be generous with it.
• Helical screw: insert this and turn it slowly, rest often to get used to it invading you.
• Soothing lotion: after the helix has done it's work, try a man, it'll still hurt but try to let him go to his climax and after he drops out...rub a generous amount of this as far up yor bum as toy can reach.

I was given tips on how to open my wife's anus up for sex. I'd have to take it easy getting in once I'd used the helix screw to stretch her anal muscle up to thirty-eight millimetres or one and a half inches, I was to fuck her gently, even if she begged me to stop I was to go to my orgasm before stopping and while her anal muscle was still stretched wide open I was to squirt the soothing lotion as deep into her bum as possible. If I got enough of the lotion up her bum the spunk I'd pumped up her with my cock wouldn't dribble out...it would all help the next time her bum was used, the recommendation was that her second try at anal sex should be within three or four hours of the first time.

While I drove home Angela had her hand inside my trousers, she was rubbing my cock, her intention was to get me hard but not to get me off, she was excited and really looking forward to my opening her arse up for her as soon as we got home.

10.000 Words.

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