We were relaxing after a great fuck when my wife muttered something unintelligible. I didn’t take much notice because I was still in that glorious state of bliss after an intense orgasm. I assumed she was also reliving her moments of ecstasy.

When we had both returned to earth from the paradise where we had dallied for an hour or so of pleasure, she turned her head — we were spooning, and my flaccid cock was resting nicely in the crack of her arse — and said, “Darling, I have a confession to make.”

I wondered what she was about to say. Not that she was having an affair, I was certain, because we told each other everything when we returned home from our extramarital adventures, and enjoyed fucking as we recounted the titillating details.

“You remember Angela?” She continued.

“Of course,” I replied. “Your roommate at university, and as I recall, your lover.” My wife had admitted before we married that she was bisexual and enjoyed lesbian sex as much as a hard cock.

“Well,” she went on, “we met by chance in the library yesterday. Apparently she’s back in Manchester. We had a great gossip over coffee, and she invited me to see her new flat in one of those converted warehouses.”

“That’s great, darling,” I said, “you must take her invitation. You can catch up on the couple of years since she left.”

“Actually, it’s ten years,” she said. “She asked about our marriage, so I told her that we both enjoyed sexual adventures outside marriage. Darling, I’m going over tomorrow evening, and I think I would like to fuck her.”

“Of course you must. Absolutely. I’ll enjoy watching porn and masturbating. When you come home, I’ll fuck you silly while you give me a blow-by-blow account of your night of pleasure.”

During this conversation, my cock had risen to its gloriously aroused state and, not wishing to waste a good erection, I slipped it between my wife’s thighs until it found its target, which was very wet in anticipation of pleasures to come. With just a gentle push, I penetrated her delicious cunt until I was totally sheathed in its silken walls and began to thrust. My wife matched my rhythm, and with our hips moving in unison, we were soon on the way to carnal nirvana once more.

Our experience is that fucking so soon after a vigorous session is generally more leisurely, but when our orgasms finally consume us, they are especially sweet and last longer. We can float in euphoria for hours. This was no different. For the rest of the morning, we just lay there in post orgasmic bliss, enjoying the pleasure of the embrace of naked flesh.

Two days later, when my wife came home from her night of lesbian passion, I led her to the bedroom where I watched her undress while I lay on the bed stroking my tumescent cock. There were hickies on her breasts and neck, and more excitingly, on her shaved pussy just above her clitoris.

She was already wet when she straddled me and impaled her cunt on my throbbing staff, sliding down until every one of my seven inches was inside her. Gently rotating her hips in a deliciously stimulating way, she described how she and Angela had fucked for hours, kissing and licking each other’s breasts and pussy and making each other orgasm several times in a protracted sixty-nine, finishing by fucking each other impaled on a double-ended dildo.

Before I lost control, she whispered in my ear, “You know we have talked about sharing our bed with our lovers for a night of amazing threesome sex? Well, it’s going to happen next weekend.”

My cock stiffened even more knowing that one of my two deepest fantasies was going to come true. The other would surely follow now we had taken the first step, and I would finally get to watch my wife fucking another man.

“Although Angela has been living in a lesbian relationship, she is bisexual like me, and she said that she has always wanted to feel your cock inside her until you come together in ecstasy,” she continued.

Her words sent me over the top, and I began to fuck her vigorously, mauling her breasts until I flooded her with ropes of hot come in an intense and mind-blowing climax.

At work the following Friday, the anticipation was almost unbearable, and I found myself stroking my cock through my trousers as the time to go home approached. Opening the front door, everything seemed quiet, but as I climbed the stairs I could hear the sounds of two, or was it three women, in ecstasy.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I saw my wife with her head thrown back in the extremity of sexual pleasure riding a strap-on dildo. To my surprise, a third woman was watching them, also in the throes of an orgasm, vigorously fucking herself with a massive horse cock shaped dildo. The sight was so unbelievably arousing I almost came in my pants.

I hurriedly stripped and presented my massive erection to my wife for her to suck as she rode to another climax. What a night we had after that. I fucked every woman to an amazing orgasm — thanks to the Viagra I had taken — while the other two fucked each other with a double-ended dildo. At one stage my wife managed to get almost ten inches of the horse cock inside her, stretching her cunt enough to take two male organs — something I hoped to see very soon — whilst I enjoyed two pairs of lips and two tongues worshipping my cock and swallowing my load in obvious delight when I came in torrents.

The second woman was a visiting friend of Angela’s, and on another occasion, we had the pleasure of welcoming her into our bed for another night of carnal bliss.

Life is good.