On arriving home after the feisty drinks party with a couple of dozen friends and acquaintances, libidinous Moira and her husband Ed lost no time getting naked and jumping into bed.

Ed was immediately hard and Moira was immediately wet. No foreplay was required. They kissed passionately. Ed rolled Moira onto her back. Her legs parted so that Ed could without ado slide his excited, dribbling, rigid cock into her glorious wetness.

Moira understood that Ed was particularly aroused because midway through the party he had observed Moira wandering out into the garden with big Max, a tall, blond, broad-shouldered builder. Just about all the women at the party had some sort of crush on this personable, chatty Adonis, and Ed knew that Moira was not an outlier in that respect.

Moira knew that Ed would be particularly horny tonight, wondering if she had finally acted out a fantasy that they frequently had while enjoying a marital fuck. The fantasy was that, at a party like tonight’s, Moira would go outside with some gorgeous guy who had been ogling her spectacular cleavage, and have him give her tits a great working over.

In the fantasies, sometimes the male involved would be some anonymous stud. Sometimes it would be someone they knew. On the occasion a couple of months ago when Max had been the fantasy subject, Moira had rapidly become much wetter than usual, and had climaxed precipitously and noisily as she described to Ed what she thought Max would do to her uber-responsive nipples.

So tonight, after seeing the duo cozily wander outside, wine glasses in hand, into the warm summer darkness, Ed was going insane with feelings of ambivalence. He was jealous, but aroused by the prospect of what may have transpired. His equilibrium was particularly disturbed by the fact that his randy wife had tonight worn her sluttiest very low blue dress, optimally show-casing her exceptional cleavage.

Ed always loved pulling that top down after Moira had worn it to a party or a restaurant, and he understood that no red-blooded male could resist trying his best to do the same if the chance arose.

As Ed thrust away inside his wife’s copious wetness, he knew that, although a little frightened by the possible answer, he had to ask Moira the question.

“Well darling,” Ed murmured, “was tonight the night? Did you finally act out our favourite fantasy? Did Max manage to get that sexy top down?”

“Oh, he didn’t have to,” replied Moira blandly, reaching down to caress her husband’s balls, as he fucked her. “Inside, on our second glass of Riesling, I could feel myself becoming particularly wet from having Max ogle my cleavage, so I issued the invitation. I simply looked him in the eye, and said calmly, ‘Why don’t we find somewhere private outside where I can show them to you properly?’

“Perhaps unsurprisingly, Max spluttered something in the affirmative, so we meandered outside, and just beyond the patio, I dropped my straps, and lowered my top to my waist. I just love the dilated pupils a new guy exhibits when he sees my engorged nipples for the first time. My cunt always just gushes with arousal. Of course tonight was no exception.”

“Oh, fuck, you gorgeous slutty wife. I am going to have to cum,” grunted Ed.

“Oh no you don’t, not yet!” exclaimed Moira.

She wriggled out from beneath Ed, and grasped his distended cock at the base of the shaft very firmly, taking him to the level of slight pain as a means of delaying his climax.

They sipped some wine for a calming minute or so, and then Moira lovingly took Ed’s waning erection into her mouth, and skilfully used her tongue and lips to rapidly restore her husband’s beautiful cock to complete rigidity, relishing the taste of her own juices on his shaft.

Moira lay on her left side, and instructed Ed to enter her from the rear.

“Now have a go at my nipples from behind, darling husband,” cried Moira, “while I describe how Max enjoyed molesting them.”

As Ed thrust to and fro, squeezing and pulling away at his wife’s engorged nipples, Moira gave a detailed description of how Max had worked them over in the garden. She particularly prolonged her description of Max’s technique with his lips, tongue, and teeth, not quite stating, but certainly implying that Max’s elite oral skills were superior to any others she had experienced, including those of her dear husband.

Ed pounded faster and deeper... with more ambivalence, more jealousy, and certainty more arousal.

Just when he thought he could take no more, Moira said to Ed, “Babe, I know it wasn’t part of our fantasy, but Max’s cock felt so great pushing against me I just had to have a little feel.”

“Huge, I’ll bet,” grunted Ed. “Was he as big as that college guy Caleb, that you tell me about?” he asked.

Ed’s cock was very adequate - a touch bigger than average. But since they had been married, Moira had kept him on his toes, with occasional tales of previous very large cocks, in particular the tall American basketballer, Caleb, whom she had dated extensively.

“Well, Max was actually bigger than dear Caleb,” explained Moira. "His dick, both girth and length, was similar to that of your lovely best man Ollie. Interestingly, Max and Ollie were not only much the same size-wise, their taste was very similar when I swallowed their huge loads...”

“Aaagh,” shouted Ed, as he ejaculated uncontrollably, bellowing a series of totally crude expletives.

“Oops,” Moira murmured to herself.

Moira had only ever encountered the stunning Ollie on one occasion, when he had come back from Vancouver for Moira and Ed’s wedding.

Moira smirked evilly as she rubbed her engorged clit to bring herself to a wonderfully filthy climax.

She lapsed into peaceful slumber, looking forward to next weekend’s skiing with her buddies. Unfortunately Ed would have to stay home for work.