She's out now. I think I know who she's with: it's that young guy we saw in the filling station yesterday. He was filling up a Dodge from the pump next to ours, all sleeveless tee shirt and tan and muscle. Unusually, Deb insisted on going in to pay, and while she was in the queue I saw her chatting to him. I was sure she passed him a piece of paper - the exchange of telephone numbers, no doubt - and when she came out she had that dreamy smile on her face which told me she was already planning a sex session. I felt a twinge of excitement myself, as I imagined her being pleasured by the young hunk who was just driving off the forecourt. Was I mistaken, or was that a wink as he passed us on the way to the exit?

I'm sure it was. And now she's gone out. She left about six - it's ten, now - and she'll be back in about an hour. I helped dress her before she went: I wanted her to be perfect. I slid her into Victoria's Secret low-rise silk panties - violet and dramatic - and an embroidered, cropped bustier - strapless, allowing her to wear that black halter neck top which makes her look irresistible. A short skirt - black, of course - finished the ensemble, and as she stood before me I marveled at her beauty, my raven-haired goddess. I pictured her being undressed - rough, masculine hands stripping from her the clothing my soft, pudgy ones had so lovingly caressed over her fine body; I pictured her kissing him, grabbing him, pulling her towards him. She would place her hand on his dick and feel it long and hard and ready for action. And that would make her smile 3; God, it's making me smile, too, just thinking about it.

Deb loves sex. She always has: even when I was at my best I couldn't keep up - I knew she needed more. And I loved her for that: so full of life, so vibrant. The guy from the filling station was going to find her a real handful, that was for sure: I hoped he knew what he'd let himself in for. Of course, he would, by now. They'd have finished. He'll have had his dick inside her - from behind, I bet, Deb loves that - and his virile energy will have filled Deb to the hilt. I can't stop thinking about it, imagining how it must have been for her. She'll come back with the evidence, soon. I can't wait for that.

Oh God, oh Jesus, that was something else, baby that was something else. Did I get screwed or what? He was amazing, truly amazing. Talk about stamina. And talk about delicacy. The two don't often go together, in my experience. The ones who can go all night hammer you like a pile driver on a construction site, and the ones with the butterfly touch explode within a minute. But not Brad. God no.

We didn't bother with pleasantries or introductions. "I'm here," I said, "and I want sex."

"Ma'am, you've come to the right place." Never was a truer word spoken. Or a sexier. And what a voice too, low and slow. That alone was enough to make me melt.

My God, he was like an animal. Stripping my clothes off almost before I was in the doorway. My panties may never be the same again. He threw me on the bed, face first, pulling at my panties as I fell, yanking them to my knees. He followed up immediately, tugging them down to my shins, and I raised my feet to help him, lifting my ass in the air at the same time. And he kissed me. Kissed my ass. I felt his face burrow between my cheeks. I got onto my knees and leaned forward, forcing my ass up towards him, and he began to lick me. I could feel his tongue circling round and round, getting closer and closer to my asshole. God, I'd been in the apartment thirty seconds and I was soaked already. His tongue was pressing against me and I felt his hand on my ass cheeks, spreading them, pulling me open, and then he was inside me, god his tongue was inside me and I screamed. Less than a minute, and I was screaming.

He fucked me from behind. He hadn't even taken his jeans off yet, I could feel them rasping against my butt as he pressed himself against me and slid inside. His zipper began to scratch against me and it hurt after a while, but I liked it. It kind of added something. Not that I needed much adding. His cock was good and fat, and he spread it around, sliding and twisting, moving from side to side, reaching every part of me. All the while I played with my clit - doggy style is so good for that, gives a girl room to maneuver - and before long my body was lost to a world of pure sensation. There were stars in my eyes and I bit the pillow distractedly. I stretched my arms wide, feeling the air on my armpit, feeling excitement even there. And my body was awash with movement, with sensations sliding up and down my spine and through my veins and across my muscles. I bent my back, forcing my face into the bed and raising my ass higher, loving the delicious exposure of my body to this virtual stranger.

Bob would love this. If only he could see me being fucked like an animal. A great, stiff cock inside me and huge, work-hardened hands all over my body. He'd have loved it when I sucked Brad off, too. He'd really have gotten off on the sight of that big, fat cock slipping between my lips and sliding all the way down my throat. All the way, really. My lips were pressed against his body and I was licking his balls as he pumped inside me. I thought I was going to faint, and then when I felt his come explode into me I thought I was going to die. He lay on top of me, his cock rammed in my mouth, for about five minutes, and I swear he didn't droop one millimeter in that time. He was as big and fat when he pulled out of me as he was when he fed it into me. That's what I call good news all round.

Good news because it meant I got another load in the pussy. And I needed that, of course. That was my present for Bob. Sliding my panties back on straight away, I made sure that I managed to soak up all the juices, creating a wonderful visual record of my adventure for Bob. I know he loves that.

I missed her when she was out, of course, but the sight of all that cum on her panties made it all worthwhile. She got home about midnight, a bit later than I expected, and as I made her coffee she told me everything she had done. She became so excited as she explained everything he had done to her that I got quite excited too: not in that way, of course - we have no need for that - but out of admiration and love for my courageous, adventurous wife. She pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties, a huge smile on her face as she handed them over to me. They were still warm and damp, her wonderful fragrance suffusing them with a heady, sexy allure, and as I turned them round, long trails of silver glittered against the dark of the fabric, vivid proof of her evening activity. I smiled and thanked her.