It was during the week following Tim’s first fuck with Sarah that I noticed a change in Mandy’s relationship with him. I was in my office when she came to see me, shutting the door behind her and sitting down. “Are you home tonight?” she asked, “because I’d like to come round.” “Yes,” I replied, “I am and I’d love to see you. Will you be alone or are you bringing your husband?” “I think I’ll bring him,” she said, “he need...

The August day in 1986 was fine and warm as I stood by the rails, capturing on camera the horses galloping round the final bend and onto the straight part of Nottingham racecourse, with five furlongs left to fight out the finish of the race. This was a favourite spot of mine, with fast and furious action and the jockeys shouting and urging their mounts on with their whips. I did this for each of the six races on the card,...

It was the second week of January and the dull chilly weather of the previous week had been replaced by bright sunshine and freezing cold nights. In the town, shoppers were struggling on icy paths as Daisy and Katie emerged from the outfitters on the high street, shiny carrier bags bulging with a selection of attire. It had been four days since they had been engaged as personal assistants by the wealthy widow, David. They...

For the next few weeks following my chat with Sarah, my life with Mandy continued as before with us meeting regularly. Mandy allowed Tim to fuck her in between our sessions but required him to wear a condom, which he seemed to accept. Towards the end of the second week, I had decided I’d like an evening of fun and had called round. We were sitting on the couch in the living room when she told me that she had started her p...

The ballroom was bathed in a splendor of light, music, and dancing. The room was enormous, flanked by grand white pillars, an ornate ceiling, and red oak floors throughout. There was a raised stage at the far end of the room, a square 100 x 100 feet across. Intricate designs were carved into its surface. The panels were scuffed from dancing, their forms slightly marred by gaffs and marks in the wood from the partygoers. T...

The next few months passed without any substantial change in my relationship with Mandy. We met two or three times a week, usually at their apartment. Tim seemed to have come to terms with his inner desires and was now anxious to subjugate himself to both Mandy and me. I noticed that Mandy, too, was changing. She was far more assertive with Tim, ordering him to do things rather than asking. She had also started to be some...

The day following my evening with Mandy, where her husband accepted my role in their marriage, started off normally but soon changed when an angry Sarah came into my office and closed the door. “How can you be such a shit?” she asked, “you’ve completely crushed Tim and made Mandy feel bad. You’re a bastard, Alan.” “Sit down, Sarah, and calm down,” I said, “Tim wants to be crushed. He wants to be servile. He’s nearly accep...

Andy was a driving instructor, and well-known among the cottaging fraternity in North Nottingham. I had heard his name mentioned by different guys who described fantastic sexual sessions they’d had with him. He was a total bottom with a reputation for having a willing arse, and a magnificent cock that anyone would have been proud of. I lived in hope that my path might cross with his one day. I finished some shopping at th...

The Monday following the threesome with Mandy and Tim was a quiet day at work, with no real issues. That gave me the opportunity to walk through to Accounts and have a word with Mandy, taking some invoices along as a pretext. We sat at her desk with the papers in front of us, pretending to look at them. “Did you have a good time?” I asked softly. “Fabulous,” she answered, “and so did Tim. He can’t wait for the next meetin...

I woke the next morning with a raging hardon, wondering where I was until I felt Mandy’s body beside me and remembered what had happened. Tim was no longer in the bed, probably in the bathroom. I reached my arm over Mandy and took hold of her right tit, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then palpitating her breast. It felt absolutely wonderful, full and firm, yet somehow soft. She had fabulous tits. I fe...