I realise from your comments, my friends, that I rather glossed over my account of the events of the rest of yesterday evening which turned into a very hot night indeed entertaining the ladies, and when I discovered the truth about just how naughty my wife was; but there was a very good reason. 

The following evening I was typing the story on my computer ready to email it, and was just about to describe the rest of the night's debauchery when Marge came into my office, and I'm afraid that I chickened out. So I wrote a hurried final sentence, and sent the  email to you all as it stood, hoping that you wouldn't notice. 

As it was I needn't have worried, because Marge was far too excited to notice what I was doing. "There you are, my darling," she said, "I was looking for you to tell you not to wait up for me. I'll be home rather late."

"Oh, you are going out," I replied, rather obviously.

"I've just had a phone call from Angie," she continued, "and I'm going round there straight away. Martin - you remember him, the delicious young coach from the tennis club - is round at her house, and she has invited me and Pam round for some fun. He's gorgeous and has such a beautiful cock, and he can keep going all night. I expect we'll all be well fucked before the night is over."

Admittedly I was a bit nonplussed by this, but also rather aroused, and I remembered the excitement of the day before when I found out about my wife's secret sex life. "You have a good time, my darling, and enjoy Martin's wonderful cock" I said, "as long as you tell me all about it when you get home. I'll be waiting in bed, playing with my cock, and eager to hear every detail."

After Marge had left, I was at a bit of a loose end, and so, after having watched a couple of porn videos, I decided that I might as well satisfy your curiosity and tell you everything that happened next in explicit detail.

You will remember that I had collapsed in a chair to recover from my delicious orgasm, whilst I watched Pam, Angie and Marge kissing passionately. Well the the three of them certainly gave me a show, and by the time they had finished and had all cum at least once, I was ready for the next round.

Pam and Angie quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes and I was treated to the sight of three delectable naked women in an advanced state of sexual arousal. All three had looked after their figures, and although they had all put on a little weight over the years, it was all in the right places and just added to their allure. 

Marge lay back in Pam's arms and turned her head and they resumed their passionate kissing, sucking each other's lips with their tongues licking and probing in a most arousing way. Angie got down on her knees between their outstretched legs, giving me a wonderful view of her voluptuous arse, and puffy pussy lips. She slipped two fingers into Pam's dripping cunt, whilst licking and sucking on my wife's pussy. They were all moaning in their arousal, and before long Marge cried out as her orgasm swept over her, closely followed by Pam.

By now I was ready to join the action, my cock standing hard and proud, and a delicious warm tingling feeling was spreading from my balls and up my shaft. However, as I started to get up from my chair, eager to plunge deep deep into Angie's cunt, she looked over at me, and said "Not yet, big boy, we promised to show you just how much your naughty wife likes being fucked in both holes at the same time, and turning back to Pam, she went on, "Time to put on our strap-ons, and after we have fucked his wife, we can take turns with Alan's sexy little arse."

It was obvious that they often played this way, as they moved with practised ease in preparation for further debauchery. Angie and Pam changed places, and Marge straddled Angie's thighs and sank down on her wickedly erect phallus with a sigh of deep satisfaction. Pam spread copious quantities of lube on Marge's anus and her strap-on, and standing behind her, slowly, but insistently, pushed the tip into her anus and, once she had overcome the initial resistance of her sphincter, deep into her rectum until she was buried to the hilt.

The next few minutes were arousing beyond my wildest imaginings and I began to stroke my cock with an urgency to match their thrusting, taking myself to the point of orgasm, and then backing off, wanting my next climax to be deep inside one of the cunts on offer. The sight of Angie and Pam fucking my wife was almost balletic, as they moved in harmony to take her to greater heights of ecstasy, sometimes thrusting deep into her at the same time, and at others alternating strokes. Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell that Marge was in sexual heaven from the way her head was thrown back, and from her whimpers and moans of excitement.

When it came, Marge's climax was even more intense than her first, and seemed to go on on on forever, and as she reached the peak of rapture, she actually screamed, and a string of obscenities poured from her mouth. Finally sated, she slumped forward onto Angie's breasts, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Pulling away from her, Pam turned to me, and said, "Your turn now, Alan, I have been looking forward to this ever since I saw your delicious bottom, come over here and lean forward with your arms on the settee, and let me take your virgin arse. That's right, there where Angie can play with your cock while I fuck you."

"That's right," said Angie, "and when Pam has finished, I will take her place. Ooh, I am going to enjoy this."

I don't know if you have ever had your arse fucked by a voluptuous woman, my friends, but if not I suggest you buy your wife or lover a strap-on and some lube, the feeling of being filled is indescribable. Unbelievably, my cock grew even harder, the veins pulsing in time with my accelerating heart rate, until it felt that it was going to burst. Between them Pam and Angie took me to a peak of arousal that I had never known before. Angie expertly stroked my shaft and fondled my balls, but always keeping me on the edge of my climax by squeezing the base of my shaft just before I could cum. The unrelieved pressure building up on my balls was almost unbearable in intensity, and hot sensations like bolts of electricity were shooting down my legs and up into my body until every muscle was quivering with repressed excitement.

After minutes of exquisite agony, Pam pulled out and told me to turn round and impale myself on Angie's tool. As I sank down in bliss, she knelt and took me into her mouth, and once she had engulfed my entire length put out her tongue to lick my balls, something Marge had never done. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer, and I shouted, "I have to to cum, please let me cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, this is amazing," or something like that. 

And then I just exploded, there is no other way to describe it, it was like a volcano going off. I just abandoned myself to an orgasm of extraordinary intensity, a whole body orgasm that just seemed to go on and on, as I ejaculated stream after stream of cum down Pam's throat. When I was finally done I collapsed back onto Angie, barely conscious, and babbling incoherently. Fuck me, it was just amazing.

While this was going on, Marge sat back in the chair I had so recently vacated, legs spread obscenely, with two fingers stuffed up her cunt, and fingering her clit feverishly with her other hand. I think she must have cum again watching us, because when she spoke, she struggled to get out the words between great gulps, as she sucked air into her lungs as if she had just run a mile. "God, Alan, that was fantastic, I have never seen you cum like that, really amazing."

After that, no one said anything at all for some time, as we drifted in mutual post orgasmic languor. Pam was the first to speak. She was I realised a natural leader, and also the initiator of new depravities of the most amazing kind. My goodness, what a filthy imagination she had.

"Well I don't know about anybody else, but I could do with a drink and something to eat, I'm famished," she said, "I hope you have got a bottle of champagne in the fridge Marge, and strawberries and shortbread would do rather nicely, and perhaps smoked salmon on buttered crackers as well. It's about time that Alan earned his reward as our waiter, no gain without pain, as they say, although I don't think he found it that painful."

Marge just nodded, so off I went to the kitchen. This must have been their normal half time sustenance before their next round of sexual antics, because I found everything that Pam had suggested, either in the fridge or on a plate on the side, covered by cling film. While I was opening the champagne, and preparing the nibbles, I did fall to wondering which other men had been invited to take part in their games, and I thought I must remember to ask Marge that night when we were in bed.

When we were all suitably refreshed, Marge suggested that we might go up to the bedroom to continue where we had left off. When she asked what Pam and Angie would like to do next, it was Pam who spoke up first, "You are always telling us how good Alan is at bringing you off with his tongue, how about we all lie on the bed, and get him to lick our pussies in turn, until we cum, and then we are satisfied we will let him fuck us properly. Bags he cums in my cunt first."

I have always enjoyed sucking Marge's pussy, and I had often sent her into raptures several times before fucking her cunt, so I was more than happy to comply with my instructions. I was fascinated by the distinct taste of their juices as I moved from one to the other, and also the difference in the anatomy of their pussies - I hadn't realised there was so much variation. Angie had the most prominent labia, while Pam's clitoris was almost like a miniature penis, and Marge was definitely the most sweet tasting. 

The next half an hour was most satisfying, and I was able to give each of them several orgasms in that time. I licked and sucked, and nibbled to my heart's content, savouring every delicious moment. The air became charged with the scent of their nectar, and the sound of their moans, as they writhed beneath me, was pure music to my ears. Looking back I wish I had had the good sense to put my mobile on record, definitely next time I thought.

When they were all satisfied, and I think impressed by my lingual expertise, Marge indicated that finally I could fuck them. While they were debating about the best way to proceed, Angie had a bright idea.

"You know that game we sometimes play, like musical chairs but with cocks instead of chairs. Well we only have one cock, but what if Alan sat on a chair, and we each rode him for a minute."

"Oh yes, that would be fun," the other two cried in unison.

"As long as you let him cum in my cunt," grunted Pam, "Marge gets him every day, and you can have him next time, Angie, but I want to go home full of his spunk tonight. Jim will enjoy cleaning me out, you know what a cum slut he is."

"Deal," laughed Angie, "as long as it's not too long until next time. Alan has been a really good playmate, and I will dream about him tonight when Pete is fucking me. When I tell him about this afternoon, he will be so jealous, and it will make him try even harder than usual to give me a really good rogering. But perhaps I could invite Alan round next week for a little one-on-one activity."

"O no you don't," my wife ejaculated, "I haven't given him permission to fuck my friends when I'm not there to participate. He is going to have to be extra specially attentive to my needs before I let him loose on his own."

As I told you in my previous letter, that is exactly what happened. My final orgasm, once I was allowed to cum, was just as good as the first two had been, and Pam went home with cum soaked panties, just as she wished. 

If  you have never experienced it, you cannot imagine how exciting it is to have three voluptuous and randy women taking turns on your cock. Pam and Angie favoured reverse cowgirl, allowing them to play with their clits, or for one of the others to lick her. Marge preferred to face me, so that she could rub her erect nipples on my chest, and to kiss me at the same time. Funny how different cunts stimulate you in distinct, yet equally exquisite ways. It was disappointing at first when the minute was up, but the brief respite between each of the three women had the effect of keeping me on the edge of a climax, prolonging the pleasure for much longer than when Marge and I fuck with her on top. I would certainly recommend it.

It was Marge who insisted that that Pam and Angie fucked my arse again while she rode her biggest dildo, just to give her something to make her really happy, she said. My goodness, she really is a very naughty and depraved lady, quite unlike her public persona. In fact I wonder how many of her other friends have a secret sex life. I just hope that I am going to find out very soon.

As they were leaving, after a farewell hug and a kiss, Pam said that she had something new to try next time, but wouldn't say any more, leaving it to our imaginations. "The anticipation will make it even more exciting," she said with a wink. My goodness, whatever has she got in mind?

Coda.

As I was putting the finishing touches to this letter, my computer pinged, and I saw that I had an email from Sarah, one of Marge's other friends, a very respectable schoolteacher in her late 40s. Intrigued, I opened it to find  a short email with several attachments of Sarah in various stages of undress. She had been talking to Angie, she said, and she wondered if I was available for a tea party she was holding for a select group of friends from school the following Thursday. If so, perhaps I would like to call round on Sunday morning when her husband was playing his usual round of golf, to discuss arrangements, and for her to check that all the equipment was to her satisfaction.

Without thinking I said “You’re on. How about 10 o'clock?” In a flash it was arranged, but afterwards I wondered how I was going to explain this to Marge. No point in worrying, I thought, what's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, or in this case the other way round. Hey ho, life is looking good.