Author's Note
If you don't want to read about wife sharing then this is not for you. To those of you who gave me encouragement I thank you. If you want to contact me please feel free to do so.
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I awoke about two hours later. Ann was lying on her side facing me. Jonathan was facing her back, his arm around her waist. I was completely sober and was thinking about what had happened. I looked at Ann sleeping peacefully with Jonathan behind her. Only a couple of hours ago he was fucking her, my wife. I felt guilty maybe. Did I make her do something she did not want to do? No. Was I sorry it happened? No again. Had it changed anything between us? For my part no and I didn't think it was going to be detrimental to our relationship. So, why did I feel..........different? I lay there trying to work this out. I can only say that it was because we had done something that was taboo I suppose. I wasn't all that concerned because I have always believed that what consenting adults do is their choice. Once two, three or however many people do something and all are in agreement and no one has been forced or coerced into doing anything, what's the problem? I knew we had taken a jump but we are very sexual people. We had never tried anything or even talked about doing anything like this before but we had taken the leap.
She was awake. Ann was looking at me, she looked guilty, scared. She was about to speak but I turned to her and held her in my arms telling her that I loved her with all my heart and that I had enjoyed what had happened and hoped she enjoyed it as much as I had. Jonathan was snoring gently. He had turned onto his back and was sound asleep. She held me tightly, whispering her love for me and that she loved only me. I suggested we sit on the balcony and talk. We crept from the bed pulling on our t shirts. I went to the bathroom while Ann made coffee for us. We sat outside saying nothing for a minute or so. It was a beautiful evening now. It was still only 8 pm.
"Do you really still love me? I never thought I'd ever do anything like that; it never even crossed my mind. I feel like I've betrayed you... the way I... behaved..." her voice trailed off.
"Ann, we are both adults. Don't feel guilty, there's nothing to feel guilty about. It just happened. Did you hear me telling you to stop?"
"I know, but it's just that I always thought that when you married you stayed faithful."
"You have stayed faithful. If you went off behind my back and had an affair, that would be cheating. What happened here was just sex, three consenting adults having sex and nothing more. Ok, we had a few beers and the joint but by the time anything happened I was in full control of my mind if not my body. Maybe I should have put a stop to it; after all, I let it happen."
"Of course not, I just know that I could never allow you to have sex with another woman. I know that sounds hypocritical but that's how I feel." She looked upset. I didn't want her to feel guilty. I had to convince her that she had no need to feel this way.
"I don't want to have another woman. That's not what this is or was about. When you and Jonathan were dancing and you kissed on the dance floor I wasn't sure how I felt. I wasn't annoyed. I felt a bit jealous but at the same time I was turned on. I didn't realise it at the time or maybe I didn't want to admit it to myself. And remember that it was me who instigated what happened. I was caressing your leg under your skirt."
"I know but"
"But nothing Ann, I love you more than ever. I enjoyed what happened. I enjoyed watching you and Jonathan fucking. I was never so turned on before. I wanted to give you him, wanted to give you a night you'd never forget, I'll never forget it. Admit it Ann, you enjoyed it too. There's no need to feel guilty about it. You did enjoy it didn't you?"
"Yes," she said softly, "but what will we do now?" She looked back into the bedroom. I could see dried cum in her hair. She looked so sexy.
"I suggest we have a shower. We'll get dressed up and go for a meal, few drinks and maybe a club."
Ann looked at me then back at Jonathan's sleeping figure. She didn't really know what she wanted to do.
"Look, it's our last night here let's go out and enjoy ourselves. If you'd rather stay in....."
"What about Jonathan?" she asked in a whisper.
"I'm sure he'd be delighted to accompany us my love, what do you think?"
"I'm not sure it's a good idea after ... you know..."
I stood up, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She responded and my cock grew rigid against her crotch. We kissed long and with abandon.
"You think it might not be such a good idea to bring Jonathan?"
"Yes"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because of earlier," she said. She was embarrassed but I detected she was just a little turned on.
"Because he fucked you? Came in your pussy? Came in your mouth? Or because you enjoyed him fucking you? Or maybe it's because you'd like more of his big cock in you? His dried cum is still in your hair by the way, you shouldn't have wasted it."
She was squirming and we kissed hungrily. I caressed her pussy. She was soaking wet and responded to my touch by parting her legs. I slid my finger back and forth across her pussy lips careful not to penetrate her just yet. She reached between us and stroked my now hard cock.
"You do want some more don't you?" I asked as I inserted my forefinger into her.
"Yes please" she replied.
"I mean, you want more of him don't you?"
We kissed again. "Don't you?" I repeated as I slid my finger along her slit .I could feel our dried cum on her.
"Yes"
"Yes what?" I wanted her to say it, to admit she wanted his cock again. "Tell me what you want."
"I want Jonathan." Came her barely audible reply.
"Tell me what you want Ann." She wasn't getting off the hook that easily.
"I want him to fuck me again. I want both of you to fuck me again."
"This is our last night here so anything you want is yours. You don't have to ask you know?"