I don’t want to bore my readers, so I won’t dwell on the way that the relationship between Alice, my wife, and I had changed over the past three years, other than to say that it had moved to what is now termed a female-led relationship. She had gradually, with my growing acceptance, assumed a totalitarian position. Where we went for dinner was decided by her, where we holidayed, the cars we drove, the clothes I wore, were...

We got home from the party a little after midnight. Before going to sleep Alice had insisted I fuck her, as much I think, to reassure her that I still loved her following her ‘activities’ at the mansion. It did feel a little strange to slide my cock into her, knowing she was leaking the cum of several different men from her cunt and her arse but I was keen to let her know that I still adored my wife. She might have been a...

I paused outside the tall wooden front doors of the country house and turned to my wife, Alice. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this Sweetheart, you know there’s no turning back once we go in?” She looked at me, her eyes unblinking, a smile on her face. “I do.” Hearing her utter that phrase took me back almost thirty years to a previous use, on our wedding day, when we had made our vows. “Are you sure you are happ...