Our home was a chalet bungalow, which we were renting in the western countryside. It had a nice room upstairs, immediately above our bedroom. So we made up a bed for Debby up there, and put a second cot for her kid in the spare room downstairs, so the two children could sleep together.

The house was a cheaply-built ’80’s construction, so the floors and walls were paper thin – meaning there wasn’t a great deal of real privacy. The thing was, I’d always quite enjoyed teasing Debby. It had always been pretty obvious that Peter was unable or unwilling to really satisfy her highly-sexed womanly needs.

She would constantly complain and say things like ‘I’ve tried dressing up in stockings and suspenders and everything, but nothing works!’
Conversely, I had acquired something of a reputation for being ‘Good in Bed’. There was a time at the nurses’ home – I was staying overnight with Loveth and was at the sink, cleaning my teeth, wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy black briefs. If I do say so myself, I was in pretty good shape – years of hard manual work had given me a good physique, well defined muscles and a trim waist.

Debby came in barging in through the door on some pretext, but stopped dead in her tracks, eyeing me up and down. Loveth and I had just been fooling around a bit, so I was still sporting a semi hard-on and was packing quite an impressive bulge in those briefs. If Loveth hadn’t been there, I’m sure Debby would have gone for it, right there and then.

When Debby was staying with us, Loveth coincidentally had one of her hormonal horny nights. I was fucking her hard, first missionary, then doggy, on our double bed, right below where Debby was ‘sleeping’.

Loveth could be quite vocal when we were having sex like this and I knew perfectly well that Debby would be able to hear all the passionate noises and groans. I made no effort to be quieter – smiling inwardly, the exhibitionist in me knew that our amorous activities would undoubtedly be turning her on. ‘Guess what,
I’m getting laid and you’re not!’
_____________________
A moment later, we could clearly hear a buzzing noise from upstairs… we both realized, Debby was pleasuring herself with a vibrator!

I was astonished when Loveth came out with, ‘Do you know, it would really turn me on to watch you making love to another woman? I’d love to watch your cock sliding in and out of someone else.’ Gulp.

How do you answer that? I gave a rather non-committal reply… ‘You do realize that’s every bloke’s favourite sex fantasy? To have another woman in bed with them and their wife?’
Next, she is saying, ‘Do you want me to go up and invite her down here, then?’ She gave me a nudge and a sexy grin.

‘She’s obviously really frustrated.’ That was one of those really difficult situations, where you don’t know if she actually means it, whether it’s some kind of fidelity test, or whether it’s just sexy pillow talk. The thought of fucking a frustrated, horny bitch like Debby, while my wife watched, was incredibly erotic. I desperately wanted to say, ‘Yes please! Go fetch her and I’ll fuck her brains out while you watch! (and hopefully, you join in!)’

But I figured it was just some kind of sexy game, to get me going, and I replied with something really lame, like ‘It’s a very erotic idea, but we would all have to face each other in the morning. Could be a bit difficult in the cold light of day’ and we left it at that, with Debby still buzzing away upstairs.

_____________________
I spent half the rest of the night, kicking myself for turning down what might have been a bloody good opportunity to have some really raunchy fun, and spent most of the next day feeling quite moody.
That night, Loveth was back at work on a night shift, so we had an early meal in the evening. The three of us were just chatting about various things while we ate, when Debby, in her inimitable way, out of the blue came out with: ‘I much prefer anal sex to vaginal.’ This was typical of Debby… just say it like it is. We were both taken aback, and a bit lost for words, but I gulped and managed a rather lame ‘Why’s that?’, secretly hoping to get a bit more detail.

She then went on to explain that ‘It feels so much more intense; there’s much more feeling!’ Peter had apparently ‘only got a little one’ and ‘it didn’t really fill her up or satisfy her’.

Loveth and I had only tried anal on a couple of occasions – both entirely at my insistence. I really wanted to fuck her cute little arse, but even after a few drinks, she only ever let me pop the head in for a few moments, before complaining that it hurt, and telling me to take it out. So it definitely wasn’t on her sex menu.

Slightly embarrassed, we managed to change the subject by clearing the plates and taking things out to the kitchen. Loveth busied herself with getting ready for work and Debby went to settle the kids down for the night. I washed up and tidied the kitchen, by which time, Loveth was getting her coat on, ready to go out.

With the prospect of another pretty boring evening, watching dull TV, I gave her the usual kiss and ‘have a good night’ routine, at which point, she leaned close and whispered in my ear ‘You can fuck Debby if you like.’
_____________________
It was one of those rare occasions when I was totally lost for words, wondering if I’d heard right. I was still standing there rigidly dumbfounded when her car went off down the road.

My mind was scrambled as I tried to reconcile this in my head… Did she actually say what I thought she’d said? Was I hearing things? Did she mean it? Was it just a ‘test’, with Debby primed to report back about any advances on my part? Apart from anything else, would Debby actually be up for it? I didn’t know what to think, but I could feel my pulse racing.

I was still caught in this dilemma when Debby called out to me and said, ‘Is it ok if I have a bath?’ I snapped out of my trance and replied, ‘Yes, of course, there’s plenty of hot water, go ahead.’

While the water was running, I crept upstairs and positioned myself in the loft, then kept very still. Before long, I saw Debby enter the bathroom and close the sliding door. She stripped off, then sat on the toilet, obviously having a pee before her bath.

I had only ever seen her boobs once before, when she was breast-feeding; now was my chance to have a proper look. It did occur to me, that my perving behaviour was probably unnecessary, because if I’d asked her straight out, she would probably have just stripped off for me. But peeking through the crack in the ceiling gave an added voyeuristic thrill – the stolen glimpse of someone naked, knowing they can’t see you looking at them.

Her tits were still quite large with pronounced deep brown areolae round her rubbery nipples. She bent over the bath, to stir the water and check the temperature and in the process, gave me a lovely view of the curve of her bottom. As she lowered herself into the bath, I could see the triangle of curly pubic hair round her pussy. I watched with interest and got quite aroused as she washed her body all over.

I didn’t need any second bidding. While she continued pumping my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, I managed to drive, after a fashion, till we got to a rural lay-by.

I immediately stopped the car, then went round to the passenger side. I opened the door and pulled her round, so her legs were toward me. Reaching under her arse, I grabbed the back of her panties and yanked them off.

Pausing briefly to bury my tongue deep inside her dripping pussy, covering my face in her thick juices, I then rubbed my aching and engorged cock up and down between her pussy lips and over her swollen clit, covering it with her natural, slippery lubricant and getting her even more turned on in the process.
_____________________
But there was no way my cock was going in her pussy tonight! She had offered – that once in a blue moon offer – to let me fuck her up the arse, and nothing was going to stop me now.

Grabbing her ankles, I pushed them up as high as the confines of the car would allow, then eased forward till the tip of my cock was at her puckered anus. I gave it one last rub between her pussy lips to get some more of her juice on it, then pressed forward. Resistance… a little more pressure… suddenly, her sphincter relaxed a little and the head of my cock nudged into her tight little bum hole.

As soon as the head of my cock was in, her ring muscle started contracting and pulsating, almost milking my cock. With that tight muscle around the most sensitive part of my cock, I could easily have cum like that, basically being wanked by her arse. But I wanted more, I wanted to impale her, right up her shit chute, feel my balls slap against her arse.
*
*
*
So I pushed forward, and slowly, her arse began to relax and before I knew it, I was balls deep in her forbidden place. She was writhing in ecstasy, grabbing me and digging her nails in wherever she could. I pressed my thumb against her clit and was twisting one of her swollen nips with my other hand.

Moments like this don’t last long… the sheer eroticism, coupled with the cool outdoor air on my arse, mixed in with the excitement and risk of shagging in a public place, soon add up to the point of no return.

Before I knew it, we were both having a shattering orgasm and I was pumping jets of hot, sticky cum deep inside her rectum. None of this has really got anything to do with the story at hand, but serves to illustrate the Jekyll and Hyde character I was living with. One, or possibly two, days per month, Mrs Jekyll would turn into the horny Mrs Hyde. Nothing was out of bounds, as long as she got fucked, long hard and deeply on ‘those’ days.
***. ***. ***. ***. ****.
The rest of the time, it was a case of ‘You needn’t think I’m putting that thing in my mouth!!’ or, ‘Don’t be disgusting!’ or ‘We’re not teenagers any more!’ Unfortunately, as the years went by and kids came along, the Mrs Hyde days got fewer and further between. What sex we did have was now called ‘lovemaking’ and was becoming so vanilla, it was boring.

Pussy licking disappeared off the menu, on the basis that it was ‘dirty’ and she often nearly pulled my ears off, dragging me back up the bed, when I did attempt to go down on her. Which was a great shame, because Loveth had the prettiest, most delectable pussy I have ever seen, out of the dozens of women

I’ve bedded in my time. It was perfectly formed, with neat, tucked-up lips and just begged to be licked. She also invariably tasted delicious!
_____________________
This resulted in me getting very frustrated, because I knew what she could be like when she was in the mood! But then we would have one of those (increasingly rare) orgiastic, anything goes, total sex sessions which made everything ok – for the time being.
*** *** **** *******
But there was no in-between and no compromise. ‘Just the way it is’, she would say. All of which was not helped by the fact that as a nurse and mother, it suited her far better to work nights. So even when she had one of her hormone-induced nymphomaniac nights, chances were, she was at work