It is probably best to read Ch 01 and Ch 02 to get a full understanding of this final part of the story. As before, if you don't enjoy stories of wives getting fucked by men other than their husbands and enjoying it, stop right here and save yourself the bother of having to whine about it afterwards.
For the rest of you, I hope that you enjoy it, and will take the time to comment and vote; it is very satisfying to me to know that my efforts are appreciated by some!
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A couple of weeks after our last session, I arranged to meet up with Ian to discuss what we had in mind for Lynne, who had promised to go along with any of our wishes on our third session. It needed planning so that we weren't fumbling for ideas on the night.
Lynne and I had agreed that this would be our last time with Ian, as, although we both enjoyed it, we could see no sense in taking the risk of allowing the arrangement to grow tired.
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When Ian arrived at the pub, I sensed that all was not well; he seemed to have something bothering him. We chose to sit in a quiet corner with our drinks, but before I had a chance to talk, he looked at me with concern
"Before we start, I need to talk to you; I've got a problem with Rod." Rod is Ian's younger brother; I nodded and let him continue.
"He knows that I've been fucking Lynne."
"What! How can he possibly know that?" I blurted.
"Because we got drunk at home last week, He'd seen the boots that I brought back from Germany a few weeks before, he knew that I didn't have a girlfriend, so he put two and two together and made three. I'm really sorry, he just kept on at me and in the end I told him what we had been up to.
"Christ, what a fuck up this is, has he told anyone else?"
"No."
"What else has he said then?"
"Nothing really, He just thinks I'm a lucky bastard, he asked if we needed any more help!"
"Christ! He's only just eighteen; don't tell me he fancies Lynne as well!"
"Well, it's not that surprising is it, we do!"
"That's hardly the point." I quietly pondered over this news for a minute or two. "Listen, you'd better give me his number, I'll have to meet up with him and try and sort this mess out!"
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Having thought over the problem for the next 24 hours, I had come up with a plan to neutralize the situation, it was risky, but if it worked, it could be a whole lot of fun!
I met with a sheepish looking Rod next lunchtime. After an awkward start, he assured me that our secret was safe with him, and he was only jealous of Ian's participation.
"What are you saying then Rod, are you telling me that you fancy fucking Lynne as well?"
"Err, well, with all due respect, I wouldn't say no, she is hot, and knowing that Ian has had her -----."
"Well, you can forget that right away, there's no way she would ever agree to that happening!"
"I'm sorry," he stammered, "I don't want to cause any trouble, it's just that the idea got into my head, and it won't go away, she is just so sexy, I just keep thinking how good to it would feel to give her a good fucking."
I left a pause as though I was thinking. "Well, there might be a way, at least it would get you on our side and keep you quiet."
"What?" he gasped, "You mean that you would let me in on the action as well."
"Possibly, but it would have to be without Lynne's knowledge. We might be able to bring you in for a while, so long as she thinks that there are still only two of us, if you see what I mean."
Rod listened enthusiastically as I explained the outline of my plan to him. I told him to keep Saturday night free, and as we left the pub he had a big smile on his face!
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Later, I explained to Ian what I had in mind and why. He listened intently as I described the idea of having Lynne blindfolded and tied to the bed at some stage in the evening, she wouldn't argue as it was our turn to call the shots. We could then quietly bring Rod in for a while to join the fun and she would never know!
"We'll just have to make sure that we all wear the same aftershave, she'll be none the wiser! What do you think?"
"Mmm, I can only see one flaw in the plan so far,"
"What's that?"
"Rod's cock!"
"Rod's cock, why? What's wrong with it?"
"There's nothing wrong with it," he replied cautiously, "It's just that I think it's a lot bigger than ours, how are we going to get around that?"
"Well how big is it then?"
"I dunno, I never seen it erect, but it looks a lot bigger than mine when it's limp!"
"I told him not to worry, assuring him that most were about the same when erect so it didn't really matter. This seemed to put his mind at ease, though I hoped that I wasn't talking complete crap!
We continued to plan the evening, what we thought Lynne should wear, and what we would get her to do. As the conversation went on the idea of letting her have another cock, without her realising it was becoming a real turn on. With Rod's help, we might be able to give her enough cock to fully satisfy her, and take all the credit!
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Saturday morning arrived and Lynne was bustling around the house.
"You're busy, what are you up to?" I asked.
"Just trying to get a few things sorted, I won't want to be doing much tomorrow after you two have finished having your evil way with me!" she said with a laugh. "And I've promised Ian's mum that I would pop over at lunch time to help her alter a dress that she needs for a party tonight. I'll probably be out for a couple of hours.
Just before she left, I watched her zipping up a pair of red high heeled knee boots over her tight jeans, slipping into a matching red leather jacket, and flicking out her long auburn hair from under the collar. It was tempting to take her now, never mind waiting for the evening!
While she was out, I used the time to make preparations, which included setting up a camcorder in a concealed vantage point in the bedroom. This was to be vital in my plans to guarantee the boys silence!
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A few hours later all was done. Lynne returned shortly after I had finished.
"How did it go?"
"Oh, fine, we had a few complications, but got there in the end. Rod was there, and do you know, he spent the whole afternoon helping and making drinks for us. You wouldn't have thought a young lad like that would have any interest in sewing, would you?"
"Hmm, I know exactly where his interests lay, and it's not in sewing." I thought to myself!
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