Not that I will need that tonight, of course. Oh no. Cuckoldry comes home tonight. Cuckoldry appropriates the family bedroom, inhabits the master bed. She's gone to collect Dave and Angie now, and they'll be here in a few minutes. I can't wait. She was so excited before she left to pick them up, almost like a schoolgirl, skipping about as I tried to settle her into an ivory lace thong. Oh my, she pirouetted for me then, wearing only her thong, auburn hair cascading down her shoulders and back, her body glowing with anticipation; and she looked more beautiful than I had ever known her. Her breasts hung heavy and proud, nipples already aroused, as if they knew that later they would both be ravished, Dave hanging from one while Angie nibbled the other. And Dave's hand would slide down her body, inside her thong, resting against her mons, fingers slipping down and into her moist cunt, rolling against her clit and rubbing up and down her lips 3;

And Deb would turn to Angie - I can see it now - and kiss her, long and passionate, her legs spread wide for Dave, her mouth open, tongue outstretched for Angie. I know she'll want to be licking Angie while Dave licks her - Angie on top, ass settled on her face, sodden lips sliding against Deb's mouth. She'll want to engineer it so that she and Angie come at the same time: they haven't managed yet, in ten attempts, but I aim to be there when it happens - and who knows, tonight may be the night.

I've just moved the armchair into position so that I can see everything that goes on: Deb likes me to have a good view. She likes to know I can see clearly as Dave's cock parts her lips and slips inside her. She likes to hear me breathing as she lets him slide his cock down towards her waiting ass. She likes to watch me cup my balls and cock as I watch what can be done with an erection and a willing cunt 3; Oh, hold on, I think that's them here. At last.

"Bob can get us drinks. Let's get comfortable."

I tried to sound calm, but inside I was awash with excitement. I was moist already, damn it, just with anticipation. This was going to be sensational. Angie and Dave were gods in bed, wonderfully attuned to one another and able to accommodate my needs as well. They were adventurers, and the three of us had explored uncharted territories, discovered new peaks, created new diversions. All the time with Bob forced to watch, of course. That made it extra special, knowing that he was being made to sit and observe while his darling wife experienced the joy of a real man and a real woman. Oh, the extra special thrill of knowing he is sitting beside us, helpless, watching every moment.

I took delight in teasing him as the evening progressed. It was good to watch his embarrassment as we started to flaunt our sexuality, as it became clear that the evening would end in sex. Our conversation gradually took on a sexual overtone, at which time Bob, who until then had been chatting freely, began to dry up, until finally he sat in his chair, silent, watching. And waiting.

The three of us were on the settee, me in the middle. Middle of a sandwich - just the way I like it. Dave's hand was floating about, sometimes on my knee, sometimes on my arm. Even, for a delicious second, brushing against my breast. I looked over at Bob at that moment, relishing the wide-eyed way he stared as his wife was felt up in front of his eyes. If anything, Angie was even more daring. She had turned herself in towards me, her left leg crossed over her right and resting against mine. Her arm was rested against the back of the settee and her head was settled against her hand, turned towards me and so close I could feel her breath.

"Been up to anything exciting recently?" she said.

"Oh yes." And I told them all about Brad, my eyes never leaving Bob's as I related every detail - how he licked my ass, how he forced his cock down my throat, how he filled my cunt and soaked me with his cum. All the time, Angie was scratching her finger against my thigh, running her nail up and down the thin fabric of my dress, slowly sliding it up. By the time I related how he smelled as his pubic hair was pressed to my face, my knee was exposed. And as I explained the sensation of his cum jetting into the back of my throat Dave started to join in, sliding my skirt up on his side. My thighs were exposed, inch by inch. I told them how Brad alternated between hard, thrusting action and gentle, rolling sensation. And as I did so my skirt was raised higher. And higher. I knew that Bob, sat opposite, would be able to see my thong. A bit higher, and even Dave and Angie could see it. Higher still and even I could see it. Finally, my entire legs were exposed and I parted them, sighing. I told them what it was like when he came inside me. I told them how wet I was, absolutely soaking.

"What?" said Dave. "Then or now?"

"Both."

"Hmm,"

"Here, feel." I took his hand and pressed it to my thong. His index finger stretched and slid down my crack, forcing the fabric of the thong between my lips. Their shape was revealed and a line of damp began to seep through the thong. Bob watched me, a mixture of shock, admiration and excitement on his face, but he didn't say a word. Although I had been cuckolding him for some time, and had even forced him to watch on a number of occasions, I wasn't usually so open with the foreplay.

Bob's expression was getting to me: he was staring intently, his eyes never leaving me, taking in the view of his wife's infidelity. My nipples hardened, showing through the thin fabric of my bra and blouse. On cue, Angie drew her fingers across my breast, stroking her nails against the outline of my nipple. I sighed, giving my body over to my two lovers and training my mind on my husband. Angie's other hand rested against my thigh, gently pressing, and Dave did likewise with my right leg. Between them, they pulled my legs further apart, wider and wider, until I was forced to raise my feet, my ankles coming together beneath my ass. Meanwhile, Angie picked at the buttons of my blouse, gradually peeling it from my chest and revealing my bra and breasts. She slid the bra up and finally my tits were on show, nipples hard and proud. I stared at Bob, legs split and breasts displayed, being played with by Dave and Angie. He said nothing but I knew he was enjoying himself. I almost came when Dave slid my panties aside and slipped his finger into my sodden pussy. The littlest moan escaped my lips.

Deb makes quite a lot of noise when she has sex, especially when she knows that I'm watching. She moans and cries and bucks and screams. It turns me on. I love to hear that she is enjoying herself, that she is getting satisfaction that I can't give her. What really turns me on though, more than anything, are the little sighs and whimpers she sometimes makes. Those are for me, I'm sure of it. The grand gestures, the loud cries - they are for the moment, for the participants, for the sheer sexual excitement. But the little sighs are intimate gestures, like a kiss across a crowded room. Nobody hears them but us.

Deb was hot. She was on fire that night: I'd never seen her so open. The three of them fondled and caressed on the settee for about an hour, gradually stripping off each other's clothing, until they were all naked, and all turned on. I don't remember which of them suggested going upstairs but it caused a stampede, three naked bodies romping upstairs and into my bed. I followed on, more slowly but equally excitedly, and settled myself down in the armchair to watch as their loveplay began. My wife - watching me all the time - began to make love to two people in my bed. And I was privileged to watch.