top

“I’m sure he will fuck you after we’ve eaten!” I told her “Now go upstairs and fetch him. He’s in the spare bedroom!”

“Oooh oh!” Annette said.

“And don’t be too long!” I insisted “the foods nearly ready!”

She gave me a knowing look and got up from the table, the bikini top already slipping off her breasts.

“He might want to do me before……” she began.

“No! You bring him down here!”

Annette sighed, fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable. For a moment I thought she was going to defy me. She started when the kitchen timer buzzed insistently, telling me it was time to get the shepherds pie out of the oven.

“Go and get him!” I instructed firmly “Tell him the food is ready and I am about to put it on the table!”

She sighed again, deeply and exaggeratedly. Then she flung herself towards the stairs.

………………

Well the shepherds pie was done to a turn and the accompanying steamed vegetables all ready. Toby looked both sheepish and surprised when I invited him to the table.

“Didn’t think you were going to feed me as well!” he said.

“So you expected to come over here, screw my wife, drink tea and talk to us for most of the evening then get packed off home without so much as a ham sandwich?”

“Ham sandwich would be fine……” Toby informed me.

“Shut up!” I snapped.

He was kidding of course and I knew it but I thought I’d keep up the pretence. With Annette in the mood she was in the evening might so easily turn into some kind of sexy parlour game.

“She’s washing her hands” Toby said when I asked what he’d done with her.

“What both of them?” I asked.

“I ‘spect at least one of them has got all smelly” he grinned “Fiddling about with herself like that……”

Amazingly she was still wearing both skirt and top when she finally reappeared, her eyes bright, her face wonderfully flushed.

Defiantly she stared at me as if to say “If you won’t fuck me I’ll make myself cum!”

“Dear Lady!” Toby said “May I say how pleased I am to see you……”

“Bastard!” Annette said.

“’Nette!” I scolded “That’s not nice!”

“Bastard!” she repeated “Both of you! Why won’t you fuck me?”

“Because we are going to have something to eat first!” I told her.

“I’ll eat you later” Toby said “After I’ve sampled this wonderful shepherds pie”

I pulled out the chair for her then moved it closer to the table when she was seated.

“Ma-am would like some wine?” I asked lightly.

Toby sniggered.

“Its cider with shepherds pie isn’t it?” he asked.

“We have cider if you’d prefer it” I said, while Annette continued to look ravishing and ravishable.

“Have you really got some cider?” she asked after some minutes.

“Got in today specially!” I said.

“Good show I say!” Toby declared so I opened three bottles and we had one each.

………………

Shepherds Pie is an odd sort of meal to have wine with anyway; there isn’t one appropriate, at least I don’t think there is. Cider on the other hand is exactly right. By the time our plates were empty we were each on our second bottle, Toby was looking decidedly merry and both Annette’s breasts had fallen out of the bikini top. I made no comment, waiting instead to see if either of them would do or say anything. As expected it was Toby, ever the wag, who made the first comment.

“I think your little lambs are escaping, Mary dear…...”

Annette drank from her glass noisily.

“Baaa!” she belched.

“Baaa! Toby returned.

Sweet cider can do that to a person very quickly. Fermented apple juice it might be but it soon gets to the brain.

There was fruit and grapes and cheese for afterwards but neither of them had any of it. I cut a bit of Brie and half a dozen black grapes and munched thoughtfully while I waited to view the proceedings. Annette’s left nipple was missing its ring, lost in the prolonged debauchery at the weekend and Toby noticed it straight away.

“Must have hurt like hell!” he suggested “Having it pulled out like that”

“Di’n’t notice!” Annette replied loudly “Too much going on y’know……”

“Yes!” Toby murmured “I heard”

So it has come to this, I said to myself. Bickering and name calling! Maybe it was only light hearted to begin with but how long would it be before we started blaming each other when things didn’t go right? Then there would be dangers, pitfalls, a couple of fragile egos and at least one marriage which might be put on the line. Annette had changed again I realised, first from a dutiful, bored career woman wife to a raging nymphomaniac, then to a slave and from that to a woman with a demeanour rather like a defiant teenager. Was it me, I wondered or was it her or was it perhaps some failings in both of us, a perceived lack of love perhaps.

I opened the last three bottles of cider and watched Annette take a couple of big gulps. Toby winked at me knowingly.

Monday night is no time to be getting drunk, I said to myself, especially with a long drive and a days work ahead of her in the morning.

“I’ll make some coffee shall I? I suggested carefully.

“Good idea!” Toby said.

She’d emptied her glass by the time I got up to clear the table.

………………

They were sitting side by side on the sofa in the lounge when I came back with the coffee, Toby with his clothing in some disarray and Annette, unsurprisingly, stark naked.

She cuddled up to him closely when I put the tray down on the table, patting the cushion on the opposite side to Toby;

“Come and sit here” she said.

It was a tight fit, the sofa is only a two seater anyway but I got in there next to her and straight away reached for the remaining unoccupied tit. It was the one without the ring but I discovered it was still sensitive when I pinched the nipple.

“Thats more like it!” Annette said lying back seductively.

“Isn’t it! Toby said “Easier to get what you want after a good meal. Getting the lesbian thing set up will be harder, I reckon”

“It’s a bisexual thing, not lesbian!” Annette corrected. “Anyway, it ain’t going to be that difficult!”

I was certain she hiccupped slightly when she said that, her words slurring in response to the amount of cider she’d had to drink. Her skin was very warm and her breast felt somehow firmer than usual when I squeezed it. Toby’s hand was already firmly between her legs when I put mine down there.

“Sorry!” Toby murmured removing his hand quickly.

“Have you anyone in mind?” I asked casually. Strangely it wasn’t a topic we’d discussed more than once and then only in passing.

“Angelina Jolie or Liv Tyler” Annette murmured dreamily.

“Sounds reasonable!” I said “Both of them in heterosexual relationships at the moment. Both of them with kids…...”

“Yeah!” she snorted “Pathetic isn’t it?”

It was really only her hormones speaking, I knew. Demanding in fact, unbalanced as they were.

Toby laughed softly when I tweaked the protruding end of the Lambda pin, causing her to gasp and jump.

“Go on!” she yelped, thrusting her thighs apart fiercely.

“Do you suppose……” Toby began carefully.

His fingers were there a fraction of a second before mine, opening her lips, drawing out stickiness and making them shine before mine slipped in beside them effortlessly.

We masturbated her together, awkwardly a first and without much co-ordination, making more of a joke of it than any serious effort. But she came anyway, not surprisingly I suppose because we’d practically lifted her off the sofa completely by the time we’d done with her.

“Shitttt!” Toby breathed afterwards “What was all that?”

“Starter for six I ‘spect!” I said.

Briefly I considered taking Annette upstairs to our bedroom, then I thought better of it. Toby might feel uncomfortable there, in what was after all the matrimonial bedroom. We’d a double in the guest room but it was only small while the other two rooms only had singles in them.

She sighed while we stroked and patted, ummming when we went anywhere near anything sensitive.

I should have thought this out better! I said to myself. Got a larger bed in the guest room or something. Shepherds pie rumbled in my stomach and the cider had left a stale taste in my mouth.

Both of us fiddled indecisively, avoiding each other gaze, waiting for something to happen.

“What do I have to do” Annette asked impatiently “to get you two to fuck

me?”

“Well!” Toby said “If you put it like that……!”

He undid his shoes, took them off then stood up and began to undress.

“What about you?” Annette said.

I know we should not have felt awkward together, Toby and I, but we did. Don’t ask me why or how, I couldn’t tell you. Perhaps if we’d taken her to a hotel room, somewhere neutral it might have been better and once again I admonished myself for not considering it. I’d not felt the same in Toby’s studio however, though the excitement and the newness might have had a lot to do with that. Oh hell I’m getting bored, I thought, tired and bored with all of this.

………………

For all their worth and significance clothes make a rather insignificant heap when they’re thrown on the floor. Even Toby’s and mine together, including or shoes, would probably have fitted together quite easily into an ordinary sized carrier bag.

I shoved mine round the end of the sofa out of the way with my foot. Annette made a strange gurgling noise and Toby, the bastard so called, sported a magnificently erect big prick. Alright I did as well, magnificent yes, just not by any means, as big.

She reached for both of us, leaning forwards in the middle of the sofa and grinning evilly. In the back of my mind I had an idea she’d want me to get more familiar with Toby’s body, as she’d threatened in some heated moments earlier. We moved close to her, standing side my side while she leaned forwards onto the edge of the seat.

We touched together, hips and thighs when she got hold of us and pulled us together. There seemed little point in resisting the temptation after that.

I hadn’t realised how hairy Toby was until I put my arm around his shoulders and in turn he discovered how unlike him I was when he put one arm round mine.

“Better!” Annette smiled doing her best to squash us closer together.

She took Toby’s cock into her mouth first, very briefly before removing him to take in mine then as Toby pressed his knob against her cheek I realised her intentions.

It can’t be done! I told myself wildly. Her face is full enough with him on his own without trying to get me in there as well.

“Urrhh!” Toby moaned but he put one arm around me anyway.

We were pressed together like warm plasticine when Toby got the end of his prick into Annette’s mouth next to mine. That’s the way to do it I suppose, the smaller one first which then leaves enough room for the larger but that’s not saying very much for my own endowment is it.

He had a wide eyed, glazed expression on his face when I looked at him closely, well we were closer then than we’d ever been, physically and mentally I think. As for Annette, her eyes were closed and her face full, in more ways than one. I hardly dared to move as Toby eased himself further in.

The beginnings of the cum feelings began sometime about then, mixed and muddled with the new sensations of Toby’s arm around my waist and mine around his.

I eased back a little, wanting to see, needing to see, feeling Toby’s rubbery stiffness against my own and loving the sensation. I wanted to tell him I’d watched her take two cocks in her mouth on Friday night but thought it might spoil things if I did.

“Times like this when it would be nice to have a couple more men……” Toby suggested quaveringly.

“Yea……” I began.

“The other two holes are vacant……”

“They are aren’t they?”

“Could you arrange it do you think?”

I could tell by his voice he was close to cumming. Annette was so relaxed she would have accepted two more men without even thinking had they suddenly become available.

My cock was further down her throat than it had ever been when “Godddd!” Toby exclaimed suddenly.

Then he cock pulsed once, twice and again, a second or two only before I did. Annette gulped and convulsed but did not spit us out immediately. Toby, a yard long or so it seemed, was covered slickly with both our cums when she did.

“Oh fuckin’ hell Annette……” he gasped.

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