In the waning moments of our previous tale, "The Pizza Guy's Wife: Act One," we found ourselves enmeshed in a whirlwind of hedonism: from the water-soaked revelry of a T-shirt contest to the voyeuristic thrill of watching the pizza guy's wife retreat with my husband and their chosen paramours. We had indulged in carnal pleasures in the dim glow of a theatre, both with mouths full of popcorn and cum. Fucked with the rhythmic sway of a train carriage, ultimately arriving at Mikki's new home.

As Monday morning dawned, a convoy of two weathered vans rumbled up the path, bearing kitchen fittings and appliances like gifts for a new home. The room destined for transformation was a sprawling canvas of possibilities, with a stone floor that bore the marks of time and a magnificent fireplace that stood sentinel over the space. David, the proprietor of the kitchen company, was a study in masculinity, his tall frame honed by years of labor. He helmed the crew, flanked by two younger tradesmen, their bodies still fresh and unmarred by the passage of time. One was an artisan of wires and electrical currents, the other a master of pipes and waterways. Together, they dismantled the aged cabinetry, mended the worn walls, and breathed new life into the space with fresh wires and pipes, preparing the way for the new kitchen to take residence.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the workmen departed, Mikki and I shared a humble repast, the glow of a single candle dancing between us. I gazed at her across the table, my voice barely above a whisper, "I'd love to have you in that bed in the main house." A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she took my hand and led me through the dimly lit corridors to her boudoir. Within the confines of her chamber, I slowly disrobed her, my hands trembling with anticipation. My own garments were shed with haste, and I pressed my lips to hers, murmuring, "I've been waiting all day for this."

I began my descent at her neck, each kiss a delicate whisper against her skin. I took her breast into my mouth, teeth gently grazing her nipple, drawing a low, guttural moan from deep within her. My fingers explored her slick folds as my tongue continued its journey, her body arching and undulating beneath me. When I reached her navel, a soft giggle escaped her lips. Finally, I lowered my mouth to her sex, her arousal a sweet, intoxicating nectar. I stroked her clit with my thumb, my tongue flicking out to taste her. Her body responded instantly, tightening and quivering like a taut bowstring. I slid a finger inside her, my mouth still suckling her sensitive bud, then added a second, pressing harder, deeper. She clenched my head between her thighs, her body bucking once, twice, before she exploded in a shuddering, cataclysmic orgasm. I drank her in, savoring every drop of her essence before we collapsed into a passionate, desperate kiss.

Her fingers found my pussy, stroking in time with our racing hearts. We were both spent, our bodies exhausted from the rigors of the train and the tantalizing display of the workmen's muscled forms. Entwined in each other's arms, we surrendered to the sandman's call.

I awoke to a warmth and wetness between my legs—Mikki's tongue, lapping at my core. I came in a rush of euphoria, my body melting into the mattress. She slipped away, the sound of the shower her siren's call. I joined her moments later, our bodies slick with soap and steam. With gentle hands, I washed her clean, coaxing another soft moan from her as she came for a second time.

Revitalised, we returned to the cottage, breakfast beckoning us. We were pleased with our progress—four rooms claimed, yet many more awaited our touch. We decided to leave the workmen to their labor for the day and ventured out to explore the local countryside. As we waved goodbye to the kitchen crew, their bodies glistening with sweat, we set off in Mikki's car, the open road our accomplice.

Mikki played tour guide, the countryside unfurling before us like a verdant tapestry. We stopped for lunch at a charming bistro, the sun warming our faces as we dined alfresco. In town, we surrendered to the allure of retail therapy, our arms laden with frivolous trinkets and matching lace lingerie for Saturday's impending tryst re connecting with our partners. We couldn't resist the whimsical dinosaur bedding and night light, perfect for Oliver's new room.

Over cups of coffee and decadent chocolate cake, we reminisced about our journey together these past twenty months. Laughter echoed through the air as we recalled memories both sweet and scandalous, a testament to our shared history and the adventures yet to come.

Back at the cottage, we baptized two more rooms in a flurry of passionate urgency before tossing on casual clothes to inspect the kitchen's evolution. The lower cabinet frames stood in neat, uniform rows, the space finally beginning to take shape.

The younger workers were loading their van as we pulled up, their muscles taut beneath their shirts. David lingered behind to brief us, his face glowing with satisfaction. He explained that his assistants would continue tomorrow while he'd return Thursday to supervise the tiler installing Mikki's chosen backsplash, a mosaic of vibrant blues and greens. After accepting our offer of coffee, its rich aroma filling the air, he chatted about local contractors, his voice a low rumble, then departed.

Exhausted but content, we secured the main house and retreated to the cottage, its windows glowing warm and inviting. Too tired to cook, we ordered pizza, its cheesy scent filling the room, and uncorked a bottle of wine, its ruby liquid glinting in the soft light. When the delivery boy rang the bell, we simply paid and thanked him—no repeat of the previous months' exhibitionist escapades.

After we devoured the pizza, I instructed Mikki to undress, her clothes falling softly to the floor. She sat on the counter, her skin bathed in the moonlight. I brought her to the edge, her breath hitching, and I pleasured her until she climaxed, her body trembling, as I licked her pussy. She then led me by the hand, her naked form glowing in the dim light, to the living room. She made love to me, first bringing me to a gentle orgasm with soft licks, like a soft wave lapping at the shore, then to an intense one, a storm crashing over me. It has taken me a long time to find another women who knew my pussy like Mikki, and was able to make it sing.

We cleaned up and went to bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms, our breaths synchronising.

The next morning, over a breakfast of golden toast and jam, we planned our day. We would head to the house early, and while the workers transformed the kitchen, we would tackle other tasks around the house. We had now christened every room of the cottage, and we were ready to do the same in the main house, our bodies entwined in each space.

When the workers arrived, we greeted them, their voices a chorus of good mornings. We told them to call if they needed anything, our voices echoing in the sprawling house.

We assembled the furniture in Oliver’s room, the wood grain shiny and new. We unpacked his belongings, each item a piece of his personality, and made his bed with the newly bought bedding, its fabric cool and crisp. Saturday would be his first night in his own room, a sanctuary just for him. We then unpacked all the boxes from storage, putting things away and making the house feel more like a home, with some personal touches from James and Mikki's old places.

Seeing the workers busy in the kitchen, their tools clanking and clattering, we stole away upstairs for some intimate time, our footsteps soft on the stairs. After crossing two more rooms off our list, we lay in bed naked, our bodies slick with sweat, talking. I told Mikki that I loved our time together and was enjoying all the sex, but that I missed having a hard cock and was looking forward to Saturday.

Mikki, leaning on her elbows, her hair cascading down, looked at me and said we might not need to wait. She had noticed the way the electrician looked at us, his eyes following us around like a caress. She told me to sound him out. We got dressed and went to the kitchen, impressed to see they had completed all the expected work with two hours to spare, the room gleaming with new life.

I asked the electrician if he could look at a wiring job for me. Mikki kept the other worker busy discussing some plumbing tasks, her voice a low murmur.

I told the electrician that we didn't mind his glances, and that he had something in his trousers we might like. He blushed, a pink hue spreading across his cheeks. I had to spell it out. I grabbed his crotch, his breath hitching, telling him there was something we both liked. He looked confused, his brows furrowing. I squeezed his growing cock, his eyes widening, and told him to go home, shower, change, and come back after he’d eaten, with condoms and fresh work clothes in case he stayed. He smiled, a slow, shy curve of his lips. I gave his now hard and seemingly large cock one last squeeze, his body trembling slightly. I told him to be back by seven-thirty.

Despite his initial shyness, he returned promptly at the agreed time, looking clean and smart, his hair still damp from the shower. We decided to go to the cottage in case the others started early in the morning, putting his van at the back of the cottage out of site, its tires crunching on the gravel.

I led him upstairs with Mikki following, our footsteps echoing on the wooden stairs. We undressed each other in front of him, his eyes wide and hungry. I told him to fully undress and join us on the bed. When he did, he handed me a pack of condoms, but I tossed them aside, saying we didn’t need them; I was just testing his commitment. I bent down, grasped his hard cock, its skin soft and hot, and took it in my mouth.

Mikki joined me, and together we gave him a sloppy double blowjob, our movements eager and enthusiastic, our mouths and tongues working in tandem. He responded with loud moans and words of encouragement, his voice hoarse with desire, appreciating our efforts. He reached his climax quickly, coming into Mikki's mouth, his body shuddering. She took her mouth off putting his cock in mine, to get the last few drops and we kissed, mixing his creamy cum between us before swallowing, our throats working in unison.

We were a bit disappointed not to have him inside us, but our concern was short-lived. With a few strokes, he was ready again within minutes, his cock hard and eager. That night, he took both of us, filling us each with his cum twice more, our bodies slick and satisfied. We woke early to him taking us again, this time finishing in Mikki, her body arching beneath him. He mentioned he was going home for breakfast then returning. After breakfast, we decided to do more unpacking and organizing in the main house, our bodies humming with contentment.

At midday I tugged the electrician into the downstairs toilet, pressing him hard against the cool tile wall. His breath caught when I sank to my knees, undoing his trousers taking his erect cock to the back of my throat, and I didn’t stop until I’d swallowed every tremor of his released cum. He leaned against the basin afterward, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and asked if he could come back tonight. I grinned, told him to pick up a Chinese takeaway for all of us, and watched him leave for work with a hungry gleam in his eye.

By tea time, Dave popped in with a progress report: all the new appliances were humming perfectly, but tomorrow they’d return to finish the tiling and electrical trim. As soon as they drove off, Mikki and I slipped down to the cottage to shower and change. Bare-skinned and breathless, we settled on the sofa just as the electrician reappeared ringing the bell—this time lugging a fragrant bag of takeaway. Behind him, the young plumber stood, eyes widened and a grin splitting his face, as he took in our naked bodies for the first time.

The electrician confessed he’d spilled the beans, telling the plumber every filthy detail. The plumber’s cock was already straining against his jeans. I reached out, my fingers curling around the hard shaft, and invited him in. Mikki, sitting close by, bit her lip and winked at me. The air crackled with anticipation.

In the dim, pulsating light, I stood before both men, drawing each of their faces to mine, tasting their lips while my hands gripped the hardness beneath their jeans. "Never apologise," I murmured, "for two hard cocks are far better than one, and tonight, we have two hungry pussies that need some serious attention."

After we had consumed our weight in steaming noodles, chicken chow mein dripping with savory sauce, blackened beef that flaked at the touch of a fork, sticky spare ribs, and crispy spring rolls, we led the men up the creaking staircase. The click of the bedroom door shutting echoed like a starter pistol. Their lips found Mikki first, reverent and hungry, then turned to me, hands and mouths roving over every inch of our bodies, mapping our curves like explorers discovering new lands. Limbs tangled, breaths ragged, we fucked and were fucked in positions that had only ever existed in our wildest dreams. Two young studs, shy but insatiable, their cocks never flagging, driving us to bliss and back again. I'll never forget the look on the plumber's face, his eyes wide and dark, as I rode the electrician and commanded, "Put your cock in my arse."

I watched, pleasure pulsing through me, as they took Mikki, one cock in her arse, another in her mouth, their bodies glistening with sweat. We ended as the first light of dawn broke, both of us on all fours, a hard cock pounding into our pussies, Mikki and I kissing deeply, swallowing each other's moans as we took the last loads of cum.

Dawn found us sprawled and sated, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat, every orifice dripping with cum. Our breasts, bellies, and bums were covered in dried cum, like a layer of debauched frosting.

By sunrise, we were raiding the fridge, the cool air washing over us as we grabbed eggs and bacon, whipping up sandwiches while the guys walked back to the main house, their tool belts jangling with each step. Friday was our last day in the cottage before the kitchen remodel was complete and we'd return to sleep in the main house. Tomorrow, our partners and little Oliver would arrive, their laughter ready to fill these rooms. We scrubbed every surface of the cottage, laundered every sheet and towel, remade the beds so they were taut and crisp, ready for Sandra's inspection—though she'd no doubt sense the leftover heat, knowing her daughter and me too well.

We packed a picnic: thick sandwiches, sweet cakes, a steaming jug of coffee. At lunchtime, we found the electrician, plumber, and tiler stowing their tools in the truck, their muscles flexing with each movement. David marched up, his boots leaving dusty prints, and declared the job done. We gathered around the pristine new kitchen table, its surface gleaming under the fresh overhead light, and ate together, laughter bouncing off the glossy cabinets. After Mikki thanked them with a lingering hug, the three workers drove off. David promised to slip back at seven for snagging and to pick up the cheque. He handed over the final invoice and a snagging list, his calloused hands brushing Mikki’s.

With four hours to kill, we wiped down the table, the clean plates and mugs clinking as we packed them away. The kitchen shone: the antique Aga polished to a mirror sheen after its renovation, every cupboard swinging smoothly, every gadget humming invitingly. They'd scrubbed every crumb from the grout, the tiles gleaming like new. I pictured myself here—spatula in hand, the scent of sizzling onions filling the room, the echo of laughter and the clink of glasses. Mikki sidled up behind me, her lips brushing my ear as she slipped her arm around my waist. "All that's left," she murmured, her voice thick with promise, "is the christening."

I turned, heat blossoming in my belly. “But we just had lunch.”

Her grin was wicked. “Exactly.” She shook her head. "Strip. Now. Get on the countertop."

I tore off my clothes, heart hammering as I scrambled onto the cold marble. My thighs trembled as I spread them wide, exposing myself completely. Mikki's eyes darkened with hunger as she dove between my legs, her tongue finding my clit with devastating precision. White-hot pleasure shot through me, my back arching violently off the counter as I came hard against her mouth, my scream echoing off the kitchen walls.

Gasping for breath, I yanked her clothes off, nearly ripping her blouse in my frenzy. I shoved her roughly onto the counter, pinning her wrists above her head before attacking her neck with bites that made her writhe beneath me. When I finally buried my face between her thighs, she bucked so wildly I had to grip her hips to hold her in place. Her thighs clamped against my ears like a vise, her muffled cries driving me wild.

The kitchen door slammed open. David froze, eyes wide with shock. Mikki's hand flew to her breasts, but I remained between her legs, drunk on her scent.

"Christ—I thought you were in the cottage," he stammered.

I looked up, my chin glistening with Mikki's arousal. "There's no need to apologize," I said, voice husky.

He stood rooted to the spot, his erection straining visibly against his work pants. Mikki's shock transformed into something predatory. She spread her legs wider, her pussy swollen and slick.

"Speaking of snagging," she purred, "I've found a hole that desperately needs filling." She nodded toward me. "And my friend here needs to be bent over that table and fucked until she can't stand."

"Mikki!" I gasped, though my cunt clenched at her words.

She laughed, dark and wicked. "We've already devoured the other two—why stop now? We're fucking insatiable."

David's breathing had grown ragged, his pupils blown wide. "Last chance to walk away," I challenged.

He was on Mikki in seconds, ripping his belt open and plunging into her with a force that made the counter shake. "Fuck yes," she hissed, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her mercilessly.

"Table. Now," Mikki commanded between thrusts. David dragged me to the table, bent me over it, and buried his face between my legs, his beard scraping my tender flesh as he devoured me. When he finally stood and slammed into me, I saw stars, my fingernails leaving half-moons in the polished wood.

Feeling him swell inside me, I gasped, "Back to Mikki—it's her kitchen."

He pulled out roughly and drove back into her with animal force. Three brutal thrusts later, Mikki's entire body convulsed, her orgasm tearing through her with such violence I thought she might pass out.

Mikki slid to her knees before him, taking him deep into her throat in one savage motion. Looking up with eyes like a demon's, she growled around his cock, swallowing his cum. "I always like to tip she said."

After retrieving her leather bag from beside the sink, she wrote out a cheque with flourishing penmanship, praising the kitchen's gleaming marble countertops and thanking him for the "final inspection." While he fumbled with his belt buckle and work boots, we followed him outside—two naked women with flushed skin and tangled hair boldly walking him to his mud-splattered white van. As we waved goodbye, our nipples pebbling in the cool afternoon breeze, Mikki's lips brushed my earlobe, her breath hot as she whispered, "We could have gone for seconds, but we've got unfinished business and only one night left. There are more rooms waiting for us."

We raced through the house like giddy explorers, our bare feet slapping against hardwood, then sinking into plush carpet, christening each room with our bodies until only one remained untouched. With a bottle of crisp Sauvignon Blanc sweating in our palms, we made love on the cedar-planked back porch as darkness fell and stars pierced the velvet sky overhead. Our night culminated in a languid sixty-nine, my tongue tracing the slick heat between her thighs while her fingers dug into the soft flesh of my of my pussy, before the chill raised goosebumps across our skin and drove us inside, where we collapsed into the Egyptian cotton sheets, utterly spent.

"Can you believe how many rooms this place has?" I laughed, my voice hoarse from screaming, recounting our week's accomplishments—both the renovations and our carnal adventures. "We came looking for one man on a train, found three, and ended up with three kitchen fitters. That's six new cocks in a week, and we've had sex on every surface of both houses—from the antique claw-foot bathtub to that ridiculously expensive leather sofa."

Mikki kissed me softly, her lips tasting of wine and sex. "We're definitely superstars," she whispered as exhaustion from our debauchery pulled us into dreamless sleep, our limbs entangled and hair splayed across shared pillows.

We woke before dawn, the sky barely light as we slipped from our beds, keenly aware of the day ahead. The air in the house was cool and still as we stripped every sheet, duvet, and towel from the bedrooms. Folding fresh linens with precision, we carried them downstairs, where sunlight filtered through the windows and danced across the wooden floors. Mikki’s room was first: I smoothed crisp, pale-blue sheets over the mattress while she fluffed the pillows and arranged her favorite throw at the foot. In the spare room, now Bobbie and my sanctuary, I tucked in duvets scented faintly of lavender, then wheeled my suitcase inside.

Together, we scrubbed countertops until they gleamed, ran hot water over every plate, and polished the kitchen table until the grain of the wood glowed. When our reflections shone back at us from stainless steel and glass, we finally paused to prepare a light lunch—fresh tomato salad, crusty bread, and cold lemonade—and carried it onto the porch. There, warm sunlight bathed our faces as we lounged in wicker chairs, listening for the engine that would bring our two men and the little one home.

Bobbie’s car rounded the bend with a gentle crunch of gravel, and before the engine could even kill its purr, Oli flew into Mikki’s arms. His small frame squirmed with excitement. “Mummy!” he cried, burying his face in her neck. Then he looked up at me, eyes bright. “Aunty Carol! I’ve missed you both—it’s been ages!”

Mikki planted a soft kiss on his cheek and squeezed his hand. “This is your very own bedroom now, Oli,” she announced, pride lighting her eyes. He spun in place, then gasped. “Tonight you get to sleep here.” He bounced as if the ground were a trampoline.

“Can I go to bed now, Mummy?”

Mikki laughed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Soon, sweetheart—very soon.”

After lunch, Mikki guided James and Bobbie through each room. They paused at the bay window, tracing the view of the rolling fields beyond; they admired the handcrafted shelves in the study and the sun-drenched nook in the living room. “It feels just like home,” James murmured, running a hand over the polished banister. He turned to me with a teasing smile. “You’ve done a great job too.” His wink warmed me more than any compliment. I squeezed his hand, grateful we could give them this fresh start.

That evening, the kitchen filled with savoury aromas as Mikki stirred a simmering Lamb stew. We dined by the window, plates empty before we even realized. Later, after we tucked a yawning Oliver into his brand-new bed—his eyelids fluttering closed within moments—Mikki and I slipped upstairs. Our dresses pooled at our feet, revealing the matching black lace underwear and stockings we’d chosen for this night. In the living room, our two men paused, their eyes alight with admiration. Mikki pressed a warm kiss to Bobbie’s lips and then to mine. She leaned close to James, her voice low and teasing: “Why don’t you make tonight unforgettable and fuck me in our new bed?” With a charged glance, he took her hand, and they vanished upstairs.

Bobbie and I crossed the hallway to the spare room, where anticipation thrummed between us. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, tracing his chin. His answer was a soft moan, and what followed was more passionate and tender than we’d dared hope.

At dawn, after a quick breakfast, we straightened cushions and folded blankets. James and Mikki locked their front door, keys clicking shut the promise of new memories inside. They checked the cottage was fine and locked, then we all got into the car. Back in our own home, Mikki and I fell into our beds exhausted but exhilarated. Though I treasure the thrill of new connections, tonight all I craved was my husband beside me, his hard cock inside me and his arms familiar and true.

Monday morning the three of them headed off to work. Since I had the day free, I caught up on cleaning and laundry, then took Oliver to the park and over to his grandmother’s for tea. As he played, Sandra leaned in conspiratorially. “You know we only have a couple of months left before we move and leave you all behind,” she said, sounding wistful. “I’ve been spending as much time as I can with John from the gym—I’m going to miss him.

And his big cock.” I laughed. “You little tart,” I teased. “You’re such a minx, just like your daughter.” She giggled, and that playful spark gave me an idea for when we finally move back to Plymouth. So now I knew what she’d been quiet about I couldn’t wait to let her daughter in on the secret.

When I got home, I started dinner, then called Jacky—the pizza delivery guy's wife. We'd postponed our plans by a week to finish the kitchen renovations. She still sounded eager when I confirmed our Sunday arrangement.

"The men will be at the club around 12:30," I explained. "Martin can meet them there while you come directly to my house."

"That works for me," she replied, then admitted, "I'm quite nervous, though."

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "I'd be surprised if you didn't enjoy yourself. Just relax." I offered to have Bobbie pick her up, but she preferred walking. "One last thing," I added. "Bring some sexy lingerie and stockings if you have them. Our guys love that."

"If things go well," she asked hesitantly, "would it be alright to stay overnight?"

I laughed. "Absolutely. Bring a change of clothes—you'll want to avoid the walk of shame the next day."

The week passed quickly. Sandra watched Oliver on my workdays, and I'd collect him around 4:30, always gleaning fresh gossip from her. She knew about our little "dares," as she called them—how both Mikki and I had slept with her John. It was actually after my second encounter with him that I'd arranged Sandra and John's blind date.

Mikki and I had come clean about our kitchen renovation escapades. The guys acted impressed, even turned on by our confessions, but we weren't fooled. Sooner or later, they'd expect something in return. What form that payback might take—or when they'd collect their due—remained a delicious mystery hanging between us.

Mikki retrieved our challenge list, marking off three"Fucked on a train" with a flourish of her pen before tucking it away. We had preparations to make for Sunday's adventure, and the anticipation alone was intoxicating.

By Sunday, our plan was in motion. Mikki dropped Oliver at Sandra's, where he'd stay until Monday. Our men understood perfectly what we had planned with Jacky, though her Martin remained blissfully unaware. They didn't raise an eyebrow when they left us dressed provocatively for what was supposedly a quiet afternoon in.

The resonant chime of the doorbell echoed through the house after the men had departed to meet Martin. Upon swinging open the front door, there stood Jacky, a vision of radiance that sent a spine-tingling thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. We eased into the plush cushions of the sofa, wine glasses in hand, our conversation flowing as smoothly as the crimson liquid, as if we were old friends rather than soon-to-be lovers. When I suggested we disrobe to our lingerie, Mikki's eyes widened in surprised appreciation—she had only ever seen Jacky in loose-fitting clothes, never in something so revealing. Jacky stood before us, her body a magnificent landscape of curves and shadows.

Though Jacky had witnessed our naked forms during our previous encounter, she still took the time to compliment us warmly, her voice a sultry caress. She confessed to a brief, innocent kiss with a girl in her past, but today, she wanted to explore the full spectrum of desire. I leaned in, cupping her face gently, and kissed her softly, my tongue delicately exploring her mouth, as if it were a secret world to discover. Our lips remained locked for nearly ten minutes, and when I finally pulled away, I saw tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "but that was the best kiss of my life. I'm already wet." I couldn't resist feeling for myself, slipping my hand into her panties, my fingers stroking her slick wetness as she moaned softly in my ear.

I unclasped her bra, revealing her heaving breasts, and eased off her panties, unveiling her beautiful sex, adorned with soft blonde curls. I wanted to dive in, to lose myself in her, but I reminded myself that this was her moment. I stood and asked her to undress me, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. Mikki, already naked and pleasuring herself, watched eagerly from the side, her eyes gleaming with lust.

I kissed Jacky again, my lips trailing a path of fire down to her belly button, and finally, to her sex. I licked the entire length of her slit, my tongue delving deep as she gasped for air. I nibbled her clit, sliding a finger into her, then another, gently rubbing her walls. Her breathing hitched, her back arched, and she shouted, "Don't stop, Carol!" She came hard, her body convulsing with pleasure, then kissed me softly, whispering, "Thank you, I'm in heaven."

Mikki took over, her skilled touch bringing Jacky to two more shuddering orgasms. Then it was my turn. Jacky knelt between my legs, her eager licks and touches bringing me to my first orgasm of the day. Her face glistened with my juices as she grinned, "My first pussy—I'm hooked." She beckoned Mikki over and repeated her performance, making Mikki come hard, her body writhing in ecstasy. We cleaned each other up, our touches tender and intimate, then sipped wine and shared our enjoyment, our voices a soft symphony of satisfaction. We finished in a triangle, each of us licking another's pussy until we all orgasmed again, our bodies a tangle of limbs and pleasure.

We showered together, the hot water cascading over our skin as we took turns to wash each other, stealing the odd kiss, our touches playful and affectionate. Then we got dressed, our bodies still tingling with the remnants of our shared passion, ready for the guys’ return. Sitting in the living room, a fresh bottle of wine open on the table, Jacky admitted that Martin had been the only person she’d slept with until just the other week. That’s why she’d been upset when she heard I’d let him fuck me—she loved him and accepted what had happened between us. She thought that was the end of it—until she saw us in the bar and Martin blurted out who I was. Jacky assumed she was just going to embarrass me in front of everyone. Instead, I made her an offer. In only a few weeks she’d already tried two new cocks and pussies—and loved every minute.

I asked if she’d stay the night after we had the Chinese.

Laughing, she said she’d love to.

Then I prefaced a strange request: I loved watching Bobbie fuck new women, and since I’d missed it last time, could we all stay in the living room so I could see all the action? She didn’t think it was odd—after the initial shock she’d enjoyed watching Mikki ride her husband—so she was happy to do it, especially since she wanted to watch Martin fuck me. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her lips curled into a sultry smile, and I knew the night was far from over.

In the hush of our conspiratorial gathering, Jacky divulged one last secret. Throughout their marriage, Martin had persistently requested the intimacy of taking her arse, but she had always demurred, her fears stoked by whispers of pain from friends. However, after that fateful night at our house when they had both intertwined with different partners and later confessed their escapades at home, Jacky was startled to learn that I had not only allowed Martin such liberties. But had reached the zenith of pleasure, having a huge orgasm with his cock buried deep in my arse, filling it with his molten creamy cum. Intrigued and emboldened, Jacky finally consented to Martin's desires.

He assured her they would proceed with an abundance of lubricant and a languorous pace. On a sultry weekend afternoon, following a steamy shower, Jacky first explored the unfamiliar territory with a petite toy. Past the initial pinch of discomfort, a wave of unexpected pleasure surged. Later, with ample lubrication, Martin claimed her untouched sanctum—and she was enraptured. Since then, they had revisited this secret garden of delight, and Jacky confessed she yearned for either Bobbie or James to fuck her arse.

Mikki promised to plant the seeds of suggestion.

I confided in Jacky that my initiation into such intimacy was a nuptial gift to Bobbie on our wedding night.

Mikki chimed in, her voice a velvety purr, revealing that she too had revelled in the experience—with Bobbie as her first anal fuck. Jacky's laughter tinkled like crystal, marvelling at how our escapades had blossomed from a mere game of dares.

Intrigued, she asked to see the list, her eyes scanning the pages with growing amusement. "You've all been rather busy," she remarked, her laughter peaking at dare number 10: "Bare it all for the pizza delivery guy."

I admitted, a smirk playing on my lips, that I had indeed done more than just bare all.

Jacky's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pointed to item 11: "Double penetration (DP). What's that?"

I leaned in, my voice a sultry whisper, "If you enjoy anal, you'll adore this." I then explained the process to her of having a cock in the front and the back at the same time.

Mikki told her it had been our inaugural challenge.

I elaborated on the decadent details; Jacky's shock melted into intrigue, then raw, unadulterated lust. Mikki vowed to orchestrate it, tucking the list back into its clandestine hideaway.

Moments later, the men arrived, their laughter echoing as they bore steaming parcels of takeaway. Bobbie and I retreated to the kitchen, gathering plates and chilled beers. I pressed a kiss to Bobbie's lips, murmuring that his favoured blonde was our guest for the night, and that he and James were in for a sensual banquet of pleasure.

His grin was wolfish as he confessed his enjoyment of the strippers—two of my favorites had been in attendance. "It was Martin's first time too," he added, "and he was quite taken."

I suggested we initiate Jacky next time; she would be enthralled. He licked a stray drip of sauce from his lips, querying if Jacky had indeed indulged in every decadent dare.

"Indeed," I assured him, "she sampled a array of new delights. Mikki and I will regale you with the details tomorrow."

We feasted and drank, and as the table was cleared, the three of us performed our own tantalising striptease, mimicking the professionals' routine. Martin's gaze darted from one sinuous form to another, unable to settle on a single muse. Naked and unabashed, we each selected our partner: Mikki claimed Martin, I chose James, and bashful Jacky opted for Bobbie. I noticed her eyes lingering on him—I would definitely keep a watchful eye on her tonight.

Kneeling in a row, we took each man into our mouths, their cocks hardening in response to our ministrations. Once fully roused, we straddled them in reverse, our hips undulating like waves. As I rode James, my gaze remained fixed on Jacky's intimate dance with Bobbie, his thick shaft gliding in and out of her slick pussy. After a few breathless minutes, Mikki stood, her voice a commanding clarion as she called, "Swap!" The men remained seated, their arousals proudly erect. I turned to Martin; Mikki chose Bobbie; Jacky went to James. Once more on our knees, we relished the taste of the previous woman's desire before mounting our new partners, our bodies merging in a luscious, carnal ballet.

It would have made a vivid photo—three women draped over three men on the sofa, bodies slick and moaning in unison. Just as I felt my orgasm building, Mikki barked, “Change!” This time we switched back to our own partners, alternating sucking then fucking until each of us had climaxed and the guys filling our pussies with cum.

When we'd caught our breath, Jacky's lips grazed my ear as she whispered for me to lie on the cool hardwood floor—she wanted to show Martin her newfound skills in exquisite detail. I stretched out, my skin still flushed and dewy with sweat, and Jacky knelt beside me, her honey-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She spun around with feline grace, her toned thighs tensing as she lowered her glistening, pink pussy to my waiting mouth. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled my senses as she buried her head between my trembling thighs. Our tongues danced in perfect rhythm, exploring every delicate fold and sensitive spot, our fingers delving deep into each other's molten cores. We devoured each other hungrily, drawing out every last pearlescent drop until we both convulsed in waves of pure, mind-shattering bliss that left us gasping and clinging to one another.

Next, Bobbie, his muscular body still gleaming with exertion, demonstrated another carnal trick: he positioned himself between Mikki's splayed legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider as he buried his face in her dripping, swollen slit. His expert tongue lapped and swirled, his stubble grazing her tender flesh as he licked her thoroughly, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as she writhed beneath him. Mikki's back arched off the floor, her dark nipples hardening to stiff peaks as she shuddered through an explosive orgasm that left her whimpering. Jacky and Martin watched in slack-jawed awe, their eyes wide and hungry. When Bobbie finally pulled away, his chin slick with her essence, Mikki turned to Martin, her voice husky with satisfaction. "You're going to have to learn that particular skill," she purred.

As he opened his mouth to protest, Jacky raised a manicured finger, her expression brooking no argument. "If you want the privilege of fucking them again, you'll try it," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

I scooped Martin onto the plush leather sofa, straddling his muscular thigh as Mikki orchestrated the others with practiced authority. I leaned in close, my breasts brushing against his chest as I asked if he'd enjoyed watching his wife and me together in our sapphic embrace.

"It's the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed," he admitted, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his rock-hard cock against my slick inner thigh.

Mikki then directed James to lie back on the Persian rug, his impressive shaft standing proudly at attention. Jacky climbed atop him with newfound confidence, her curves catching the soft lamplight as she positioned herself. She reached for the bottle of silky lube, squeezing a generous amount onto her fingers before reaching back to slick her tight, puckered ass. With a beckoning glance, she summoned Bobbie to position himself behind her, his massive cock throbbing in anticipation. Mikki's delicate fingers guided his glistening crown against Jacky's rosy pucker. He eased in with exquisite patience, his thick shaft gradually disappearing alongside James's equally impressive member. I watched the erotic tableau unfold as I circled Martin's engorged cock between my slippery thighs, teasing but not yet taking him inside. Martin's eyes remained fixed on Jacky's first double penetration, his breathing shallow and rapid.

Once she found her rhythm, her face a mask of ecstatic concentration, I leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively, "Go fuck her mouth too." Martin rose eagerly, sliding his veined cock in his hand as he approached his wife.

Tapping Jacky's flushed shoulder, I said, "Try something new, darling: open wider." I guided Martin's throbbing shaft into her mouth and couldn't suppress a wicked grin as she somehow accommodated all three magnificent cocks at once, her body stretched to its limits in the most decadent display imaginable. The three men moved together in a hypnotic, primal rhythm—Mikki and I fingered ourselves frantically, our eyes locked on the carnal spectacle while Jacky rode her triple cocks with abandoned fervor. She came twice in quick succession, her entire body quaking violently; then Martin stiffened with a guttural groan and emptied his hot, pearly cum into her eager mouth; Bobbie followed moments later, filling her tight ass with his copious release; James arched upward with a hoarse cry, spilling his thick seed deep into her quivering pussy. Spent and satisfied, the men cracked open ice-cold beers and leaned back with contented sighs as Jacky slumped bonelessly into the overstuffed armchair, rivulets of mingled fluids trickling down her inner thighs, a blissed-out grin spreading across her flushed face.

She beckoned Martin close. “I’m a mess—clean me up like Bobbie did,” she murmured. He pressed his face to hers, tasting his own cum, then tenderly licked her pussy clean, savouring James’s load. Without prompting, he shifted and licked her ass, gathering every last drop.

“Well done, Martin,” Jacky praised. “You’ll get your reward tonight.” We all settled back with beers and wine, bodies sticky and satisfied, and agreed it had been the most fun we’d ever had.

In the kitchen, Jacky pressed a kiss to my lips and said, “Thanks for everything.” Then, she asked, “Mind if I sleep with Bobbie tonight?” I grinned. Half joking “As long as you don’t try to steal him.” She grew serious. “Carol, even if I wanted to—which I don’t—he’s totally in love with you, and you give him the freedom to enjoy whoever he wants. Win-win.”

She took Bobbie’s hand and led him off to my bedroom, while Mikki went to her room with Martin. I stayed behind in the living room with James, and the two of us made love, punctuated by the soft moans drifting in from the other rooms. “I think you’ve unleashed a tigress in Jacky,” James murmured.

“And Martin’s in for a bumpy ride,” I added, smiling.

When we both came, we lay tangled together until Martin poked his head around the door. “Mikki wants her fiancé back,” he said, and James slipped off to her room. Martin climbed in beside me; we pulled the blanket up, kissed, and drifted toward sleep, too exhausted for anything more. As I dozed, I realised how much I’d enjoyed the night.

I woke early to the familiar stir of morning and found Martin half-asleep beside me. I reached for him—“Good morning, woodie”—and straddled him until we came again. When I glanced up, the other four were standing in the doorway, watching us with amused grins.

It became a whirlwind of rushed showers. Martin, Mikki, James, and Bobbie headed off to work; Jacky said she had the day off and would stay with me. Once the house was quiet, we showered again—but instead of dressing, Jacky pushed me down onto the bed and buried her face between my legs. She’d picked up my favourite moves fast, and soon I was gasping her name. I returned the favour, then we changed the sheets together and tossed the dirty ones into the washer. Over coffee afterward, she thanked me again.

I asked if she and Martin would keep exploring this new lifestyle.

She said they’d set boundaries, but already she had her eye on several couple-friends and even a coworker who’d been flirting with her for years. “I might just surprise him,” she laughed. Martin had some friends who might be interested in threesomes. She was a tigress, after all.

She wondered if we could do this again. I reminded her that Mikki and James were moving soon and that Martin and Jacky would be welcome to visit us once we settled in Plymouth. She beamed and promised she’d definitely take us up on it.

I told her I was heading out to pick up Oliver from Mikki’s mum’s and invited Jacky along.

When we arrived, Oliver ran to me, shouting, “Aunty Carol, I missed you!” He froze at the sight of Jacky.

“It’s okay,” I said. “She’s a friend of Mummy’s and mine.” Comforted, he ran off to play. Sandra, Mikki’s mum, made us tea, and I introduced Jacky as “her daughter's and my new lover.”

Jacky choked on her tea and blushed furiously, insisting I was joking.

Sandra only smiled, said she knew better, and added that she wouldn’t be surprised if Bobbie and James joined in as well. Then, leaning closer, she confided that she knew all about their escapades—and that Carol had even set Sandra up on a blind date, whom Mikki and Carol “tested.” She winked and muttered, “He’s got a lovely big cock. The three of us can attest to that.”

Jacky sighed wistfully that she wished she’d had an understanding mother or mother-in-law like Sandra. We said goodbye, and outside Jacky kissed me again, promising to update me soon. She hurried home to Martin, and I went back to start dinner.

After dinner, with Oliver asleep, Mikki and I told the guys about the afternoon with Jacky, and we all swapped stories of what each couple had gotten up to. When they were alone, I slipped off to bed with Bobbie while Mikki and James retreated down the hall.

The betrayed wife seeking revenge got far more than she bargained for—and loved every minute of it. You’ll meet Jacky and Martin again in future stories.

So far, we had completed seventeen of our original twenty-four challenges, and the list was getting shorter. Mikki and I had tackled seventeen challenges, leaving seven more to finish. We had fun with three new cocks and one new pussy.

Though we hadn’t completed any more challenges in this story, we looked forward to more in the next one. My cock count has gone from seventeen to twenty cocks and from four women to five pussies.

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The upcoming story sees Mikki and me continue to take on more challenges from the list! Carol xx.