Please read parts I, II and III before this. I promise - it will make more sense.
Over the following weeks Anita and I had some amazing sex - on some occasions she was dominant and at other times quite submissive. We experimented throughout the house, and outside in the garden. I guessed that her demeanour on these evenings reflected what she had witnessed earlier that day with Zoe. I also suspected that she was probably getting more and more actively involved in the afternoon's activities as every week passed.
I found myself incredibly turned on as I pondered the likelihood that she was already fucking Wes and Paul, and perhaps other, unknown, men and perhaps women. I also considered the difference between the fantasy of these thoughts of mine and the impending certainty of dealing with them as a reality.
Anita admitted that she was by now managing her burgeoning sexual experiences by having an almost split personality - her everyday persona being Anita, and she referred to her new highly sexual self, generally in the third person as Tania. I followed suit, as neither did I not want to lose my wonderful companion Anita, nor of course, this exciting new wife, or more correctly I suppose, slutwife, I had in Tania.
One evening as we talked about what she had been up to that afternoon I raised the possibility of whether Zoe would be interested in a new cock on the block, as it were. I said to Tania that that it sounded like she might be interested in having sex in front of the others (i.e. with me), rather than just watching, and I was offering my services.
At this I sensed a conflict between the Anita and the Tania, as she hesitated.
"Well, I'm not sure. I'll have to talk to Zoe, I don't know if she'll need another man. Paul and Wes seem to be enough."
Although she had mentioned Jo's name as a regular attendee, and participant, at what she termed 'the tea-parties', she did not say that she, Tania, was only ever a spectator at these sessions, which solidified my suspicions a little further.
"Well please ask anyway, I'm up for it. Let's see what she says."
She agreed to discuss with Zoe.
I had been back to the rear of that garden just once since my peeping Tom adventure, and found all the knotholes had been sealed, and a warning note pinned to the fence:
'Nothing to see here, and be aware that you are being watched yourself.'
I slunk away and resigned myself to that fact that there would be no more voyeuristic excitement here.
I had also had a chat with Wes, and let it be known that I was now open to the proposition he had made some weeks previously with him and his wife. I mentioned that my sex life had been rekindled, which seemed to be related to the development of Anita and Zoe's friendship. I said that every week after spending an afternoon after work with Zoe, Anita was transformed into what I considered, frankly, as a sexual godess.
"She comes home with the most erotic tales of what she sees Zoe and her friends get up to. I actually suspect that she's getting a bit more involved than she's letting on, but I'm certainly not complaining."
Wes made a few non-committal remarks but said that he welcomed the suggestion and would see what he could set up with Jo.
"But, if you're getting it at home now, then why are you coming on to me about Jo?" "Well, to be honest Wes, what Anita has been saying sounds incredibly horny, and she has mentioned yours and Jo's names as two of the, how can I put it, sexual performers. Your secret is safe with me, I want you to know that. But if you find that your group needs another cock, then I'm the man."
Wes smiled, and admitted that since Jo had got to know Zoe, their sex lives had also taken an upward swing, and he was enjoying the ride. He said that he'd witnessed Anita's 'loosening up' as he put it and confided in me that he was glad we had had this conversation, as he also observed Anita perhaps having an internal struggle. "Not that I'm any expert, but Zoe says that plenty of people in the porn industry handle it by compartmentalising their sexual activities."
"Yeah, I think Anita might be doing this - what she calls her 'dirty' self, she sees as a different person."
"Yup. That's the same for Jo too."
So, I had sown the seed with both Anita and Wes, and I waited to see what transpired. I figured that Wes might encourage Zoe in letting me join the group, if it meant that Tania might feel more comfortable, and ultimately allow him to fuck her. When I had seen them eye each other up through the fence I could tell that they probably both fancied the idea, but I could imagine the turmoil that Anita would be feeling, so if I was present it might make her feel more comfortable if she knew that I was OK with it. It would also obviously mean that I would have access to having sex with Jo, and also if I was accepted, at some later stage Zoe, too. Good grief, I thought what is going on here, and where will it end?!
I suppose I risked it being too late, perhaps Tania had already gained sufficient hold of Anita's mind and actions, and she had already fucked Wes. The idea of imagining, and hopefully watching, Tania fuck another man turned me on incredibly, but by the same token it also made me worried about the strength of our relationship. We were approaching a crossroads I sensed, and I had decided that I needed to be side by side with my wife as we got closer to it.
Several days later Anita asked me to meet her at lunchtime closing time at the shop. "Perhaps we could have lunch?"
Lunch with Anita was nothing new but meeting her at the shop was not normal.
