The tale continues with me having to be totally honest to my wife and her being happy to explore every avenue with me.
Once I was showered, dry and dressed I began to make my way downstairs, it was all very quiet and so I tiptoed my way from the stairs and stood in the lounge doorway. I peeped around to see my wife's arse in the air, not quite covered by her purple satin wrap over robe. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down, her wet hair clinging to her head.
My cock was growing again as I silently watched on. I began to hear Mark murmuring back to consciousness before he said,
"Uuuuummmm, that feels sooooooooo good Sally, what a way to be woken up." Sally sat up and obviously opened up her gown showing him her amazing tits.
"Oh my life, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, you are fucking amazing." he continued, before adding with a hint of alarm,
"Where's Dan?"
Sally bobbed back down and took him into her warm, wet mouth again before letting him noisily slip out and replying,
"Dan wanted me to wake you like this, he wants me to ride you until you make me cum, while he makes us all breakfast and then you are to take me upstairs to our bed and fuck me senseless until you fill me with your hot seed. Then you need to send him up to me to lick every bit of your spunk from my well fucked pussy. If that's OK with you Mark?"
"Well, that's just a bit like asking a 10 year old if they want it to be Christmas every day." Mark replied, smiling up at Sally as she bent back down to take him fully in her mouth again.
As Mark moaned in pleasure I left the room to go make breakfast. It was not too long before I could hear the distinct sounds of two lovers having sex in our lounge, Sally seemed particularly noisy and I figured that it was mostly for my benefit, although I am sure
Mark would not be complaining either.
My hard cock certainly was not complaining as pre-cum seemed to be flowing from it in an almost steady stream. I was trying my hardest to time breakfast for Sally's crescendo but they did not seem to want to bring this session to a close.
I walked back in through the door to see my wife being bodily lifted up and down on Mark's big, thick member. I wandered in a little more for a better view, her robe was pooled by her arse across Mark's thighs, he was mostly still dressed from last night, although his bow tie was now on the floor and his shirt open to his waist.
He had Sally by the hips in his big meaty hands and was bouncing her hard up and down on his cock, her head back, eyes closed. Sally was constantly shouting out and moaning in pleasure, telling Mark what a good fuck he was, how big he was, how he filled her so much and how he had the best cock she had ever had inside of her.
This all just turned me on even more and I had a few tugs on my hard cock before kneeling beside her at the edge of the sofa. I reached over with both hands and took a nipple in each, I needed her to cum and soon.
I pulled and pinched on both nipples as Mark continued to bounce her on his cock. Sally's eyes opened as she moaned out,
"Ooooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeees, pinch them Dan, pinch them hard."
I did as I was told and almost instantly her orgasm hit her, she tried to steady herself, to slow Mark down but he was having none of it and as she shook, moaned and shuddered he relentlessly kept lifting her on and off his cock.
"Fuuuuucccckkkkk, stop Mark, please stop." Sally said as she slumped forwards onto his chest, breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat on her entire body.
"Well, now you managed that, I can serve breakfast." I said with a wry smile as I stood up.
We sat around the table, Sally in her silken gown, loosely tied so we had a fabulous view of her glorious breasts. Mark with his trousers re-fastened but his shirt still open to the waist and me in my usual round the house lounge wear, a reasonable semi hard cock pushing against the light, thin fabric.
As we ate a light breakfast, they filled me in on their evening out. They had eaten, smoozed with the directors, Sally impressing them all, to Mark's proud approval and danced several times together. Sally had been introduced to the only other local that Mark worked with, a guy named Toby, who's name did seem to come up a fair bit as they talked. Oh and they also managed a blow job to completion in the ladies toilets and a finger fucking to orgasm under the gazebo in the small courtyard garden, which they just could not stop themselves from doing apparently.
Sally looked at me a little sheepishly after I teased this information out of them and so I grinned at them both and said,
"I'd have been bitterly disappointed if nothing had happened between you for fucks sake."
This prompted a short discussion, mostly questions from Mark, about why this was all such a turn on for me and why I was so happy to let my stunningly gorgeous and sexy wife do these things with him. I answered with equal measure of honesty and bluster before deflecting any further conversation on the subject by saying,
"Anyway, haven't you got some balls that need emptying into my wife, young man?"
Sally smiled at me, blew me a kiss and took Mark by the hand as she said,
"C'mon my young stud, I need that gorgeous big cock of yours to fill me up. Dan needs his breakfast dessert."
As they left the room, I pulled my hard cock from my shorts and rubbed the pre-cum that had oozed from it a moment ago, into the tip and under my foreskin. I sat back, still at the table and pictured them upstairs, two flights of stairs, alone properly together, for the first time and slowly, deliberately, pleasured my own cock whilst thinking about them.
I was undecided if I should make myself cum or not. On the one hand I had been in a state of hardness for most of the morning and needed some relief. On the other, I still wanted to be able to be erect once Mark had sated my wife and I was called upon to clean her pussy of his cum.
I could already hear the faint noises of desire and pleasure from two floors above me. Part of me wanted to be closer and yet another part wanted to give them space to fully enjoy and explore one another.
I began to question once more why I should feel the way I do and be so happy for my wife to be pleasured by someone else, especially without me being there. And yet it was something I wanted, almost needed to do. I felt so horny hearing those faint noises and yet also wondered if I really should be letting this happen.
The change though in my wife recently was astounding, she was so much more confident, more outgoing, more dominant even, in all all aspects of life. And all these things just made her so much more sexy and desirable to me.
After a short while I couldn't help myself and I walked upstairs to the first floor landing. My wife was making noises and sounds I had never heard before and the constant string of expletives was incredible. She was almost begging to be fucked harder and deeper constantly but then I would hear her make animalistic, guttural noises of pleasure or pain, I really was not sure.
Mark was obviously pounding her for all he was worth with his young athletic body. Once more, pre-cum ooozed from me and I pushed my hand into my shorts to rub it around my tip before bringing my hand up to my mouth to lick it clean.
I was determined not to cum fully though yet and was about to walk back downstairs when I heard Mark say,
"I bet Dan doesn't fuck you this good does he Sally?"
He was breathing quite heavily but didn't seem to miss a beat as the slapping noises of good hard sex continued.
I was genuinely torn between wanting to leave and wanting to hear the answer from my wife, and then before I could move, it came,
"Fuck....no....no Mark...Dan has never fucked me this good."
Sally was breathing hard and heavy, the slapping sound of their bodies still coming thick and fast.
"His cock doesn't fill you like mine either does it Sal?"
I knew I should walk away, I knew this was the bravado of a young man wanting to boost his own ego and prowess. I also knew my wife would be happy to do that for him too, especially in the circumstances. But then deep down, I knew they were both right and that wasn't a great feeling.
So why was I still so hard and still leaking pre-cum and why did it turn me on even more when I heard my wife answer,
"No, nothing has filled me or given me as much pleasure as your cock Mark and I can't get enough of it."
That seemed to drive him on and whilst unable to see what he was doing to my wife, I knew he was about to make her cum and cum hard. Sally's scream seemed to shake the house as her orgasm hit her.
I had to take my hand away from my own cock for fear of cumming as he fucked her through it. I heard Sally stutter through her ragged gasps for air,
"Don't cum just yet Mark, please not just yet."
It went quite for a short while as they seemed to be gathering themselves.
I stood, totally unsure what to do. I was about to head downstairs again when I heard my wife faintly ask,
"Will you fuck my arse again Mark, that really was something else."
I decided to leave them alone, as I had suggested to them that I would.
I headed downstairs my cock still rock hard in my shorts and attempted to get on with the usual Sunday morning house chores. As I moved around the downstairs I continued to hear the odd moan of pleasure or shouts of passionate sex emanating from our bedroom.
After what seemed an age I heard the boiler kick in and figured Mark must be having a quick shower before leaving.
My semi hard cock began to stretch out again at the thought of eating his cum from my wife's well used cunt, or maybe even her ass. But then I began to hear the sounds of fucking once more and wondered what the hell was going on up there. It suddenly felt like Mark was never going to leave or stop fucking my wife.
Probably fifteen minutes or so later I heard him roar out and my wife's encouraging shouts to,
"Fill me Mark, fill me with more cum than I've ever had in my whole life."
I knew I had set this all up, I knew it was all my idea from the beginning and it was all still such a massive turn on and yet the roller coaster of emotions was just incredible.
Suddenly I heard someone coming down the stairs and made myself look busy. Mark strode through the hallway, barely stopping, a distinct change in his demeanor and shouted out to me,
"Your wife needs you to go clean up her pussy Daniel."
My cock instantly began to surge back to full mast and I took the stairs two at a time. I walked into our bedroom to find Sally sprawled across the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide. The duvet was slung on the floor and the fitted sheet was hanging off on one side.
Beneath my wife was a large patch of bedsheet that looked very wet indeed. Sally looked slightly flushed and dishevelled but seemed to have a glow radiating from her and was smiling broadly at me. Her legs were spread wide and there was a white stream of cum oozing from her red and swollen pussy lips. It was one of the sexiest, horniest and dirtiest sights of my life.
I quickly got out of the little clothing I had on and my cock sprang out, fully hard with just a little pre-cum at its tip. Sally sighed softly and said,
"So someone is happy to see me then."
I went to crawl between her legs, bending my head down towards her open pussy, the smell of raw sex was incredible.
