A little background: we are a happily married couple, still very much in love and together since our teens. After all that time, we’ve had a go at most things a couple can do together and have always been keen to try anything new in the bedroom – or anywhere else for that matter.

It’s the middle of another bleak English winter. We see very little daylight from week to week and are usually asleep by nine most nights because it’s dark for so long. This is the time of year we start to go a little stir-crazy and want to do something that makes our adrenaline flow again.

When we have sex, we exchange dirty fantasies. They start off gently then spiral into all‑out, any‑orifice gang bangs, the filthier the better. They make our lovemaking hotter than normal. Jealousy doesn’t seem to apply in the moment, but we never discuss the fantasies afterwards, so nothing ever comes of them.

That is, until one night when we’re lying together, sweaty and panting, in a sweet post‑coital glow. My sexy blonde wife, Sadie, asks whether we’re all talk or if anything is ever going to be done about our debauched sexual fantasies.

I’m shocked and speechless for a while as all sorts of things run through my mind. I feel anger and jealousy, but above all excitement, and my cock begins to twitch at the thought. She gives me a knowing, wry smile.

I don’t know if she’s kidding or not. We’ve always enjoyed porn and naughty stories, but we’ve never really discussed going all the way and fulfilling any of them.

Sadie says, “You know I love you dearly and want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you, but when we first met you know I’d had some same‑sex relationships, and I’m really missing the touch and taste of another woman at the moment.”

“Is that all you want to try?” I ask, uneasy.

“Well, there are a couple of other things, but you might not be ready to discuss these yet.”

“Try me,” I insist.

The jealous feeling in the pit of my stomach is starting to feel strangely good, and my cock is throbbing harder than ever. A hard‑on always clouds my judgement.

“Go on, honestly, it’s all making me feel a little giddy,” I say.

“Well, I can tell it’s having an effect on you down there. I’m soaking wet just thinking about it, too.” She opens her legs, and I can see her juices trickling down her thigh, as if to drive the point home. “If you’re sure you can take it?”

“Of course, I’m a big boy.”

“I can see that. What I’ve been thinking about a lot recently is finding a woman who could dominate me. I want to be submissive to a strong bisexual woman – but in my dirty dreams, she brings another man along to help her dominate me. Preferably one with a massive cock.” She blushes when she adds that last detail.

I twinge down below again. “Where would I be during all this?” I ask.

“Watching it happen, of course. That’s the main part of the fantasy – I’d be putting on a performance for you.”

“Do I join in?”

“This is embarrassing, but no, not yet. I feel too jealous to share you with anyone else.”

“Oh, that’s a surprise. You get a bit of everything and I get nothing.”

“I know, sorry. I just want to give it a go and completely let myself go the first time. Once I’ve done it, I think I’ll be OK for us both playing and exploring together.”

“I need to think about it for a while – it’s come as a bit of a shock.”

“If you really are OK, then I’ll do a bit of research, and we can either forget about it or jump in headfirst,” she replies, finally grabbing my throbbing hard‑on.

We finish the night with some very hot sex, but I don’t fall asleep afterwards. Her bombshell just keeps going round and round in my head.

Two weeks pass, everything goes on as normal and that night is never discussed again. Then, like a bolt of lightning after sex, she tells me she thinks she’s found the ideal couple and asks if I want to see their profile.

She gets the laptop and shows me their details on a swingers site. They look like an attractive couple, and the woman has some hot bondage outfits and is clearly dominant and bisexual. Her husband’s penis in the attached photos also looks to be on the larger side, exactly the kind my wife has hinted she fancies trying.

The familiar mix of anger, jealousy, and excitement comes flooding back. Have I turned into one of those cuckolds I’ve read about? I don’t think so, but like my wife, I want to do something exciting, even if I’ve no idea what that should be. This is the first time she’s ever asked for something like this, and who am I to deny her some kinky fun?

Now I want to see the advert she used to attract what appears to be a very “in demand” couple.

She shows me her profile page. It describes the fantasy she told me about, but she’s listed as a single female and her likes are much more extreme than I expected: double penetration, gang bangs, fisting, BDSM. It makes her sound like an anything‑goes kinky nymph. She has uploaded some pictures we took for personal use earlier that year, and I have to admit she looks very hot.

“Why are you on as single?” I ask.

“It gets you much more interest if you’re on as a single female. I literally got hundreds of replies. If you read my ad, though, it does say I’m happily married,” she adds with a sweet smile and flutter of eyelashes.

“Well, as long as they know I’m going to be there – for your safety.”

“They know all about you. I chatted to her the other day. We meet them tomorrow night. A babysitter has been arranged.”

“Fuck, you don’t mess about, do you? I thought we had more to discuss.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” is all she says before she pounces on me again, passion in her eyes.

It’s now Saturday night. We’ve both had a long bath, shaved, pruned and preened. The phone rings; Sadie answers. She comes back into the bedroom just as I’m pulling on my best boxers, looking bright red and a little teary‑eyed.

“The babysitter has just rung and cancelled,” she almost cries.

“Well, we’ll just have to cancel the evening then. I’m full of butterflies as it is and starting to have second thoughts,” I say.

“They’ll be at the hotel by now, and I only have their landline number. I’ll have to at least go down and apologise in person. It’s only polite,” Sadie replies breathlessly.

I don’t offer to go because I know I’ve drunk over the legal limit while I’ve been soaking in the bath, trying to calm my nerves.

“I won’t be long – see you in two shakes of a big cock!” she jokes, then she’s gone.

Half an hour later my mobile beeps with a text from Sadie: “Sorry, honey, log onto webcam chat on the swingers site and check my account Anais_nin! Love u x.”

Feeling sick and shaky, I do as instructed. I click on the webcam linked to her profile and immediately see my beautiful wife sitting at the end of a hotel bed in her tight black dress, stocking tops showing, hair already tousled.

Standing next to her is the sexy brunette from the profile; we’ll call her Lucy, because she resembles Lucy Lawless.

She has already removed her dress to show off her body in a tight leather basque, thigh‑high boots, hold‑ups and a whip in one hand. The sight makes me hard straight away.

A message comes through asking me to open another webcam. This one, via their profile page, shows the room from a different angle.

Then another message asks me to open yet another webcam from a username I don’t recognise. I open it anyway. It shows the same bed from a third angle. From our computer desk at home, I can now see the scene unfolding from three viewpoints.

“Right, my sexy slut, are you ready to do everything I instruct you to do?” says the brunette.

“Yes, Mistress, anything you want,” replies my breathless wife.

I get my cock out and start masturbating to what I’m watching and hearing on our PC.

Within seconds, my gorgeous wife is down to her black bra and panties, hold‑ups, stilettos, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a collar around her neck. She’s placed on the bed on her hands and knees with her bottom raised. The brunette starts to whip her, gently at first, then harder as she gauges Sadie’s tolerance, which seems surprisingly high.

Red welts begin to appear on her pale skin across her back, bottom, and thighs; she only moans louder. A naked man with a very big erection steps into view and kneels by Sadie’s head. He lifts her by the hair and guides his cock into her open mouth, then slowly pushes it down her throat, fucking her face. Lucy slides a finger down the side of Sadie’s panties and comments on how wet she is from sucking other women’s husbands’ cocks.

His fat, veined cock finally disappears down Sadie’s throat, and she lets out a guttural moan, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the bed.

Another naked man appears, this one black and sporting an even bigger cock that looks obscene in size. She pulls off the first man and licks the new arrival’s balls, then up and down the length of his forearm‑thick shaft.

“This is one of the reasons your wife couldn’t say no when she turned up at the hotel earlier. All I had to do was show your slut of a wife a picture of this black cock, and her mind was made up,” Lucy says loudly enough for me to hear.

Sadie wanks both cocks, switching from one to the other like a seasoned porn star. She can’t deep‑throat the black cock but keeps trying, making primal noises as she forces it in as far as she can. Lucy slowly removes Sadie’s panties. Even on webcam, it’s obvious they’re soaked, and her thighs shine with a mix of juice and sweat.

The domme spreads Sadie’s arse cheeks and rims her, then pushes her tongue deep into her arsehole, making Sadie moan and push back hard.

After disappearing from view for a moment, she returns with an inflatable butt plug. Seeing my wife sucking hungrily on two strangers’ cocks and being rimmed at the same time is too much. I have my first orgasm of the night all over my chest and stomach, yet my hard‑on doesn’t fade.

The black plug is greased and pushed all the way up Sadie’s receptive arse.

“Everyone change!” the brunette shouts, and Sadie is left alone on the bed, panting heavily, covered in sweat and red welts, with a black butt plug sticking out of her arsehole.

Her hair is grabbed again and pushed into the other woman’s wet, shaved pussy. She licks as if her life depends on it. The domme holds the inflator and now and then pumps it, making Sadie gasp and wince as her back passage is stretched wider and wider.

The white man climbs onto the bed and presses his cock against her dripping cunt. He slowly pushes forward until he’s buried to the hilt. Sadie looks like she screams the place down and, from her convulsions, I think she comes straight away.

They give her no time to recover. He starts to pound her, and Lucy slaps her face to bring her out of her daze and make her lick again.

Sadie is made to lick deep and swallow all the other woman’s juices, and to push her tongue into her arse. She obeys every command without question. I’d never realised how dirty and submissive she could be.

Lucy’s husband keeps thrusting faster and harder until he finally cums deep inside her. There seems to be a lot, because I can see it running out around his cock and dripping onto the covers. When he pulls out, more spunk runs down the inside of her trembling legs. We’d never discussed condoms before this; everything had happened so fast. I’d assumed she would insist on safe sex, but it looks too late now.

No sooner has he left the bed than the black man takes his place. His massive cock nudges against my wife’s cum‑drenched opening. It looks almost cartoonish, and I feel anxious on her behalf.

He stays still, and she pushes back onto his thick shaft. The fist‑like head stretches her, then the slick shaft slides into her cunt, forcing out the first man’s spunk so it trails down her thighs.

Lucy lets Sadie stop licking her while she focuses on reversing onto the large shaft. It’s the first kindness she’s shown all night, and when the cock finally disappears to the hilt, everybody pauses as if the webcam has frozen.

It’s then I realise the webcams are in public chat rooms. At least 200 people are watching my beloved slut being used and abused. None of them seem to be viewing any other cams.

I quickly check our messages and see hundreds from men, women and couples, with instructions, suggestions and requests to meet. I’ll let Sadie deal with them later.

I notice emails in our normal inbox too: about 30 HD photos from the night, taken by the first man. You can see every goose bump and vein. I know we’ll be using these during our own sex sessions for a long time.

Technology can be fantastic sometimes.

Back on the webcam, Sadie is licking pussy like it’s her last meal while being slowly fucked from behind. He takes long, slow thrusts, almost pulling out before driving back to the hilt. His black shaft glistens with another man’s spunk and Sadie’s juices.

Her body shudders constantly as if she’s having one orgasm after another. This goes on for another 10–15 minutes, until Lucy finally cums from Sadie’s licking, clutching her hair and pushing her face hard between her legs.

“Right, I’ve come now, it’s all change again!” Lucy shouts once she comes down.

The large cock is pulled out with a slurping noise as it leaves Sadie’s well‑used hole. The butt plug, still firmly wedged, is deflated to half its size and removed. The bottom webcam is moved closer for a close‑up of her two gaping holes.

Once she gathers herself, they help her off the bed and into the bathroom for a toilet break.

Before long, she’s back, facing the webcam, with her wrists cuffed to her ankles, making her sit in a crouched position on the bed. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, a sex rash blooms on her chest, her nipples look painfully erect, and her swollen, well‑used, gaping pussy is on full view. I still can’t believe this is my “sweet” wife giving the best porn show I’ve ever seen.

The black cock is brought to her face, and she licks and sucks it back to full hardness. When it’s throbbing and even bigger than before, he lies on the bed next to her with his legs dangling off the edge. Lucy and her husband come back into view, lift Sadie under her arms and legs, and raise her into the air. They lower her over the big cock pointing skyward and he rubs it around her pussy before aiming for her anus.

No way, I think. She won’t be able to take it there. I’d been shocked she could take it in her pussy. Once again, she says nothing. She’s willing to let them try anything.

Her own weight presses the cockhead against her bum. They slowly let more of her weight down. The cock doesn’t move; it bends under the pressure until the unthinkable happens and her arsehole yields. The big head vanishes into her rectum. She lets out a long moan but never says stop.

They give her a few breaths, then slide her slowly down the big black shaft until she’s sitting all the way down, only his balls visible. She gasps in short breaths, her body trying to adjust.

In the past she’s struggled to take mine in that hole, and now she’s sitting on the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I feel proud of how she’s handling it and worried whether things will ever be the same, mentally or physically.

Before her breathing settles, Lucy attaches nipple clamps linked with a chain to Sadie’s erect nipples, drawing another loud gasp. The cock in her arse starts to move again. Lucy’s husband takes more close‑ups for me.

He’s hard again, so he sets the camera aside and lines up with my wife’s front hole. I know double penetration is one of her recurring fantasies, and as he pushes into her, it becomes reality right in front of my eyes – and everyone else’s online.

They both fuck her hard, fast, and deep. Lucy tugs the nipple chain with one hand and grips Sadie’s throat with the other. It’s finally too much. Sadie screams, convulses violently like she’s having a fit, then faints. I cum for the fourth time watching this crescendo.

When she comes round, they continue until they both cum and empty their balls into both her holes, using her completely for their own pleasure.

After they pull out, she’s laid on her side to rest. The foot webcam focuses on her gaping holes with what looks like pints of cum oozing out.

“I hope you enjoyed that, honey,” the woman says into her webcam.

Over her shoulder, I can see my wife lying motionless.

“Your wonderful slut of a wife hasn’t just promised to be mine tonight, she’s promised to be my slut anytime I want her in future, just so you know.

“We’ll drop her off shortly.” Then all the cams go blank.

Christ, what have we done?

About two hours later, my very tired‑looking wife is standing in our hallway. Mascara streaks her cheeks, there’s cum in her hair, and she smells strongly of sex – hers and other people’s. They must have made her walk through the hotel reception like this.

“Are you OK?” I ask.

“I never really even tried booking a babysitter. Night night,” is all she says before going to bed and sleeping late into the following day.

The end… for now.