Triple Adultery

Triple Adultery

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Do you want to join us for tea, Anton?

I looked up from my desk and was pleased to see a young lady standing at the door of my office. Her name is Edith, and my mood always jumps up a few notches whenever I see her. She is in her late twenties and married to a man named Olaf. Happily married, as she always insists.

A male colleague of similar age accompanied her. His name is Colin. I am about ten years older than both of them.

About two years earlier, Colin had come out of the closet: he is gay. This was accepted very well by everyone. Like most gay people I know, Colin is delightful company. There is nothing gay about his appearance. He looks as straight as an office clerk. But the word "gay" described his character very well. He likes to joke about his sexual preference, but always in good taste. Colin, Edith, and I like each other a lot, and we always have fun when we get together. We all enjoy the occasional naughty remark.

Colin recently married a man named Greg, whom I have never met. I have been married for almost fifteen years to my lovely wife Anna. We have a strong bond with each other, but admittedly, the sparks are not always flying like they used to.

"A cup of tea? Great idea, Edith," I said. "My day needs to be brightened up a bit. It is nice weather, so we can have our tea outside in the sun. And we can also bask in the suns on your dress. Very nice! Is it new?"

"Thanks, Anton! Yes, it is a new one. But it is not a dress. It is a top with a matching skirt."

"Sorry, Edith, women's clothing is too complicated for me." Edith looked adorable in a pinkish top adorned with bright yellow suns and a pink skirt. I compliment her on her clothing with moderation. Women love it when you do that, but they get a little nervous if it happens too often. Some women get immediately into sexual harassment mode if you do it even once.

But Edith was not like that at all. She beamed with joy if you said you liked her dress. If you exaggerated or said something too gratuitous, she might get sarcastic, but always in a charming way. She might say, "You have to work on your compliments, Anton. You said the same thing yesterday."

We both understood the limits of acceptable conversation in the office. I would never say, "Your tits look great in that dress," or "That dress makes me fantasize about wild sex," or that sort of thing. Not even as a joke, although I suspect she could handle that.

Colin listened with a smile on his face to our dress discussion, and then asked, "What about my dress?" "You look absolutely smashing, my dear," I said, adding enough sarcasm in my tone of voice that he could not possibly miss it. He was not wearing anything special, though. Just a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. With Colin, sexual innuendos were more common. He might say things like, "I could give you a nice massage, if you want," if you complained about back pain.

We both understood what he meant by a "nice massage", and since I am bi-curious, I once told him, "OK, let's do that. I would love a massage." But then it turned out to be just a bluff. He changed the topic very quickly.

When we sat down on the outdoor terrace with our cups of tea, Edith said, "I am alone this week. Olaf had to go to an international conference in Rome." I know Olaf well, and I consider him a friend. He worked in the same group as Edith, Colin, and me until a year ago, when he left for a better job. He is a computer wizard, working on AI-related things. Please don't ask me what exactly.

"I am also alone," I said. "Anna had to go to assist her mother this evening. Her mother is sick."

"Nothing serious, I hope?" said Edith.

"Not as far as we know. Maybe she just needs attention. Anna cares a lot about her, and that's great. But consequently, I am alone this night, and probably tomorrow night as well."

"Well, that makes three of us," said Colin. "Greg has a meeting in India. I hope you all take good care of yourselves. I know I do!"

We laughed because we knew precisely what he meant, but did not want to go there.

We had a nice conversation about various topics of common interest. At the end, Edith said, "Since we are all alone, maybe we could go out for dinner together?"

"Great idea," said Colin.

"That will be vegan then?" I asked. I knew Edith was vegan and Colin was a vegetarian. "But OK, I will come with you, your company will more than compensate for the lack of meat."

"I have plenty of meat, though," said Colin.

"Colin!" said Edith, giggling and rolling her eyes. "Can you never control yourself?"

"I am just trying to make you laugh, my dear." He often called her "my dear" or "honey", presumably because, as a gay guy, he believed he could get away with that. I think with Edith I could also get away with that, but I would never say something like that to any other girl in the office.

We agreed on an Indian restaurant that had some vegan dishes.

"Let us meet at the main entrance of the office at six," Edith said. "Now I have to go because I still have a lot of work to do."

"What a pity," I said. I meant it, because I loved her company. But at least I would have dinner with her! That thought alone cheered me up.

We walked to the restaurant. It was already quite full, and we had not reserved. Luckily, there was a table for four people still free. I sat down next to Colin, and Edith sat in front of him.

A waiter came to take our orders. He was wearing a brightly colored shirt, just like all the other waiters.

"That's a nice shirt," Colin said. "You look gorgeous in it."

"Thank you, Sir, but I did not choose it. The management selected it. It is not even Indian but Indonesian." He moved his head in an unusual way, as Indian people often do. But I also thought I spotted some gay mannerisms.

He took our orders, and after he left, I said, "Colin, I saw you flirting with that guy. Do you think he is gay?"

"I am almost certain he is," said Colin. "But do you think I was flirting? Maybe you are right! I think we usually do not notice our own flirting. For example, you are flirting with Edith almost all the time."

I blushed and said as innocently as possible, "Oh really?"

"Yes, you are," said Edith, "and it is perfectly fine. I love getting attention. But I know you well enough to know that you will remain civilized. I am not worried that you will suddenly start kissing me, not to mention grab me by the pussy."

"He would love to do that!" said Colin.

"Oh, Colin, please stop it," I said. I think I never heard Edith use the word "pussy" in my presence. But out of the office, the language constraints were more relaxed. I raised my eyebrows when she used that word, and she noticed.

"Anton, I have to confess something," she said.

"She's in love with you," guessed Colin.

"No, that is not it. But I have been asking myself what I would say if you were to ask me out to dinner one day, just by myself. And I am not sure what I would do. On the one hand, I like your company, but dinner with a guy alone raises some expectations in his mind. Of course, I would not allow you to pay for me, but even then."

"For precisely this reason, I have not asked you yet. I would have to tell Anna that I am going out to dinner with you, and I think it would make her feel uncomfortable. And if I did not tell her, it would feel wrong."

"Ah, the fear of adultery," said Colin. "You love birds must be happy that I am here with you."

We laughed and ignored Colin's teasing. We were indeed happy he was with us, just because of his charming gay personality.

The waiter appeared and served several bowls of nicely perfumed curries.

"Wow, what a smell of ginger," said Colin. He looked at the waiter and asked, "That is an aphrodisiac, isn't it?"

"Sir, with this charming lady, I don't think you need an aphrodisiac," he answered, smiling.

"I am not a lady's man, my friend, if you know what I mean. And she is not my partner, just a colleague."

"I see, well, in that case, welcome to the club, Sir. But with that gentleman, you would not need an aphrodisiac either." He looked in my direction. Edith laughed out loud.

"He is not my partner either; my husband is in India right now," said Colin.

"I am so sorry, Sir. I should have kept my mouth shut." He looked embarrassed. In such a situation, Colin always looks for ways to make things worse.

He said, while the waiter was still present, "Did you hear that, Anton, he thinks you are cute. I am sure Anna wouldn't mind if you tried it with a man once!" He looked at the waiter and asked, "Are you free tonight? Maybe you can take my friend to the Pink Rocket Club."

"No, I have a husband waiting for me at home. My god, you are naughty, even for a gay man. Enjoy your food!"

We were all giggling now. Edith said, roaring with laughter, "If I had known you were gay, Anton, I would have thought entirely differently about your flirting!"

"Very funny, Edith, but don't challenge me. I may get an incredible urge to demonstrate my heterosexuality."

"Ah, a hissy fit," said Colin. "Strange how strongly men react to the suggestion that they might be gay. As if there is something wrong with being gay! But don't worry, Anton. I know you are straight. But you are indeed quite cute."

We enjoyed our food and had an enjoyable conversation. Edith had a big smile on her face the whole time, and could not keep her thoughts to herself.

"Did you hear what the waiter said about me?" she asked, beaming with joy.

"Well, he is gay, Edith, he is not an expert on female attractiveness," I said. "But I agree, I would not need an aphrodisiac if I ended up in bed with you."

"Wow, Anton, you have never talked to me like that before! Ending up in bed with me! Don't try that phrase with any other girl in the office. You might lose your job. But I am not upset about it, I am not a snowflake. Quite the contrary, I am flattered!"

"OK, Anton, now it is time to turn up the heat one more notch," said Colin. "You are almost in scoring position."

"I am happily married, Colin," said Edith. "And Anton is married as well."

"Happily?" Asked Colin, somewhat deviously.

"Yes, I love Anna. And I know that she loves me. But I can be tempted by forbidden fruit sometimes."

At that moment, the waiter arrived, and he overheard what I said. "May I suggest some passion fruit mousse for dessert, Sir?"

We laughed and ordered what he suggested.

Edith had been thinking about our previous remarks. "Were you serious when you said that Anton is cute, Colin? Could you imagine having sex with him?"

"Absolutely," said Colin. "Unless he has an ugly cock. That would turn me off."

"Not so loud, Colin," I said. I looked around a bit nervously, because the restaurant was quite full, and I was worried about us being overheard.

Edith continued her questions, but lowered her voice to a little more than a whisper. "How about you, Anton? Can you even imagine sex with Colin?"

My mind was struggling between appearing open-minded and ultra-straight. I chose the former option, which is the more honest one. I whispered, "I can imagine hugging him, and kissing him, and even sucking his you-know-what. But that is where it stops. Using the back door turns me off, and even more among men."

"Well, that is a start," said Colin. But before you start sucking my cock, remember that I am also married." Being Colin, he deliberately emphasized the word 'cock', but without effect. There was too much background noise for anyone to hear it.

We enjoyed our delicious passion fruit mousse and tried to talk a bit more, but the background noise made it harder and harder to understand each other. So we gestured the waiter to bring us the bill.

When he brought the bill, he apologized for his remarks about Edith and me. "Don't worry about it," I said, "It started a very exciting discussion."

He looked at Colin and whispered to him, "Tell your husband to be careful in India. They don't like our kind of people there."

"Thanks for the advice, my friend. But I am sure my husband will be careful. He is very loyal. He will keep his zipper closed at all times."

We gave him a huge tip and left the restaurant.

"I have to go to the train station," said Edith. Olaf and Edith live in a nearby village, with an efficient twenty-minute train connection to the office.

It was a warm evening, even a bit steamy. Perhaps that explained our spicy conversation in the restaurant. It was clear that we were all on the same wavelength and that we would like to continue along this way, to see where it would lead. I am not sure the other two had concrete goals in mind, but I did. Not very explicitly, but in the back of my mind, I was fantasizing about getting a bit more physical with them. With Edith, of course, but perhaps even with Colin. I was not mapping out a concrete strategy, but I was determined to let things flow, and to steer the flow in certain directions at any opportunity I got.

But I knew that at the train station, Edith would leave us, and our interaction would inevitably end. So I invited them to my apartment for a glass of wine. It was just a few minutes walk from the train station, albeit in the opposite direction. Colin lived nearby, so going to my place was just a small detour for him. Both of them accepted my invitation eagerly. "My last train goes in about three hours, so I have some time for that," said Edith. "Nobody is awaiting me at home, and you guys are nice company."

That was music to my ears! For me, Edith was more than just nice company. She was the main star in my sexual fantasy world! When I am horny there is usually one person in my environment that I start fantasizing about. Never a movie star or a famous female singer. It must be a person whom I have a chance of meeting in real life. So it is always a person that I know, and usually the same one for several years. That person is like my fantasy mistress. I think of her when lying in bed, next to Anna or alone, and especially while having sex with Anna. I have to be careful not to call out her name while having sex.

During the last several years, my fantasy mistress was Edith. I have had sex with her in all imaginable situations and all possible and impossible positions. I have had threesomes with her and Anna, and even with her and Olaf. There is enough material for hours of porn movies, but it is all in my imagination. One does not usually expect one's fantasies to become reality.

This evening, Colin was a complicating factor. Without him, Edith would never have accepted my invitation. In the unlikely event that she were to accept to have a glass of wine with me alone, then both of us were sufficiently experienced to know what that meant.

But in Colin's presence, there was little chance of any naughty business with Edith. Colin would feel left out and leave, thinking he was an obstacle to our affair. If he were to leave too early, Edith would also leave, because she would not want to be alone with me.

In addition, Colin is gay. That severely diminished the chance of a threesome. I did not want sex with him, although I was willing to explore some new directions. He did not want sex with Edith, I assumed. But on the other hand, Colin was certainly an asset. He had a very charming and entertaining dirty mind.

I realized that I was overthinking this, and I told myself to just let things go wherever they wanted to go.

While we were leaving the restaurant, I got a message from Anna. We usually communicated with text messages, because phone calls were often too intrusive. We made voice calls only when things got urgent. Anna texted, "Mama is a little bit better now, but I will stay another night with her anyway. Surprise: Ronald also showed up. Mama forgot to tell me he was coming over. He stays for the night, so I have pleasant company. I will return the day after tomorrow."

Ronald is my brother-in-law. He was married to Anna's older sister, who tragically died two years ago. He has been exceptionally kind in assisting Anna's mother, despite not being a blood relative. I know he likes Anna a lot. Anna looks very much like her older sister, but she is a bit more attractive, at least in my opinion. So I can understand why Ronald likes my wife. Anna is also very fond of Ronald and feels sorry for him.

Anna and I have often wondered what Ronald's sex life looked like after losing his wife. Did he even have any? Anna even once suggested to me to have a threesome with him. I agreed in principle, but we did not dare to propose that to Ronald yet. We did not even know how to bring it up.

I was wondering where Ronald was going to sleep. My mother-in-law did have a guest bed. It was a double bed, but it was one of those narrow ones. You could sleep there with two people, but only if you were very fond of each other. Touching each other's bodies under the blankets was inevitable.

I decided not to ask Anna where she and Ronald intended to sleep. It would look a bit too suspicious.

"Where are we going, Anton?" asked Edith. "Do you want to return to the office?"

Indeed, I was so strongly focused on Anna's message and its possible implications that I walked my daily route on automatic pilot.

I changed direction and continued my thoughts about Anna. I decided that if Anna and Ronald had sex, I did not need to know. It would be wonderful for him and for Anna as well. I did not think my marriage was in any danger. Ronald was several years older than me, was getting bald, and in the early stages of a pot belly. During sauna visits with his wife and Anna I had seen him naked, and his penis was nothing to write home about, although I have never been able to determine what kind of cocks women prefer. "Yours is just perfect, dear," is all I ever heard. Perhaps because it is true.

After we had entered the living room, Edith said, smiling, "It is good that Colin joined us, Anton. Otherwise, I would have assumed you had sex in mind." Just what I thought!

"I always have sex in mind," I said. "I am a guy, you know. I have read that a man thinks of sex every five minutes."

"I hope I am not in the way of some good sex," Colin remarked. Then he added, jokingly, "There are plenty of opportunities here: seven holes and two cocks!"

"Try to put your cock in your own asshole," I remarked.

"OK, that removes one of the seven options," Colin admitted, "But there are videos of guys sucking their own dicks."

In the absence of other people who might overhear us, our conversation had become a few steps more raunchy.

Edith giggled and said, "You scumbags! I am getting scared of staying in your company. Are all men like this?" She loved the word 'scumbag,' but she always used it in jest, and she never meant it as a serious insult.

"You are married to a guy, Edith. Is he also a scumbag?" I asked.

"He is even worse, I am afraid," said Edith. "But I like men like this. So I am going to stay a little while, if you don't mind. I am curious how this evening will evolve."

"So you are not scared of us, I hope?" I said.

"No, I think you are civilized scumbags. You are not going to do anything against my will. I just have to make sure I don't get too much wine."

"Wine? Oh shit, I completely forgot the wine because of the conversation. It's Colin's fault. He started talking about sex, as usual. This completely distracted me."

"Well, it wasn't me this time. It was Edith who started talking about sex, namely when we entered the living room," said Colin. "I think she loves that subject!"

"Sure, it is my fault now," said Edith, sarcastically.

I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and put three glasses on the table. I filled Edith's glass almost to the rim. "Here you are, Edith, I think you need some."

"That's way too much! Wine can make me so horny sometimes," said Edith. It was clear that she was quite horny already.

"That sounds promising, Edith, I would love to see what happens when you get horny," said Colin.

I poured Colin and myself a glass as well. "You don't need any wine to get horny, right?" I said to Colin.

"No," said Colin. "I am gay. We are always horny."

I tried to continue the conversation, making sure that we would stay on the subject of sex, simply because I liked that, especially with these two people.

Colin's earlier remark about cocks and holes had triggered a question in my mind. "Colin, can I ask you something about gay relations? Something I always wanted to know. You don't have to answer if I am going too far."

"Go ahead," said Colin. "You will find that such a question does not easily go too far for a gay guy."

"OK, then, Since you were talking about cocks and holes, I was wondering: Do all gay couples have anal sex? Many well-known gay men look like rather refined people. Elegantly dressed, smelling wonderfully, like you, and with an exquisite haircut. I somehow could never imagine them doing something as vulgar as sticking their cock into an asshole."

Edith snickered and almost spilled her wine. She said, "Things you always wanted to know about gay sex, but were afraid to ask."

"OK," said Colin. "Good question. Glad to hear you like my smell. I do not know all gay couples, of course. I have heard that some never get beyond hugging and handjobs and others that do not get beyond oral. But I can assure you that Greg and I do a lot of anal. How about you?"

"I am an anal virgin, both active and passive, and I am going to keep it that way," I said. "A pussy and a mouth are the perfect places for my cock."

"What a pity," said Colin. "You have such a nice ass. You don't know what you are missing!"

"We do anal sometimes," said Edith spontaneously. But mainly on special occasions. I forgot Olaf's birthday once, and he said, 'I am going to fuck you in the ass, Edith.' And he did. That is how it started, but now we do it about once a month."

I would never have expected something so explicit from Edith. This was going in the right direction! I decided to try and make the conversation even more explicit.

"Does he have a big cock?" I blurted out. I blushed hearing myself ask that, but I had horrific imagines of a huge cock entering Edith's undoubtedly delicate asshole.

"That's a question a gay guy would ask," said Colin. "Are you interested in cocks, my friend? Then we have a lot to talk about!"

Edith responded, "It is a nice size for my anus, but in my vagina I would like it a little bigger. I have had bigger ones in there before I met Olaf. But now I am married, and I am satisfied with what I have."

Wow! She was talking about cocks in her pussy and her anus as if it was the most normal thing. My own cock started showing signs of interest, inside my pants.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You have two others to compare with right here."

"Stop dreaming," said Edith. "I am happily married. And I remind you that you are married too. And so is Colin."

"You have never fantasized about being naughty?" I asked her.

"If I told you what I fantasize about, you would cream your pants," said Edith, without even blushing.

"Oooh," said Colin, "The lady is getting hot!"

"Bloody hell! I love that kind of talk," I said, "But be warned, Edith, I easily fall in love with girls who talk dirty."

Edith smiled happily and said, "Then fall in love with me. No problem!"

We started exploring each other's sexual fantasies and experiences, going far beyond the limits of conversation during our tea breaks in the office.

"Do you guys ever have same-sex fantasies?" asked Colin.

Edith said, "Not just fantasies. I have had a lesbian relationship. It is a very beautiful thing. The female body is a marvel of eroticism."

Now they all looked at me for my answer, and I was feeling uneasy. I thought I found a clever way out, "I agree with Edith, the female body is a marvel of eroticism."

But Colin insisted, "Don't weasel out of this. Have you ever sucked a cock, Anton?"

I blushed and said, "Well, during my student years, a friend and I tried it once. We sucked just a little bit. Then we jacked each other off. Lots of semen! We both enjoyed it, but we never repeated it."

"If you want, I can take you to a gay club once," Colin suggested. "You should visit the dark room. It is amazing what happens there. It is quite easy to suck lots of cocks, and you can also get your ass fucked."

"Thanks for the invitation, Colin. I will keep it in mind. No, seriously, it scares the hell out of me. But since we are talking candidly now: has your cock ever entered a pussy?"

"No, I realized I was not interested in girls at a very early age, so I never had a girlfriend."

"But did you ever see a real pussy, Colin?"

"Once, in my second year at the university, I went with a couple of other students to a strip show. I have seen a few naked pussies there, from a distance of a meter or so. This was before I got out of the closet. I was trying to behave like a real macho guy, saying things like, 'look what a great pussy she has.' But I was fantasizing about my friend's cocks. I was plotting how I could get them interested in a group masturbation session after the show. But it did not happen."

"One meter distance is not close enough," I said. "So you don't know what you are missing, then."

"Neither do you," said Colin. "I think of the three of us, only Edith has a complete set of sexual experiences, I mean with both sexes."

"No, no, my experiences are not complete either," said Edith. "For example, I have never had a double penetration. Oh shit,....., I am sorry, I misunderstood. By 'complete' you meant bi-sexual, right? Oh, damn, what did I say?"

The wine had started doing its job. The words 'double penetration' had escaped from her lips! She inadvertently gave us a glimpse of her wildest fantasies. As a man with a very active lewd imagination, I could relate to that. The fact that deep down inside Edith was a very naughty girl gave me a very warm feeling. I already liked her since the day we met, but now there was an additional dimension.

There was a feeling of lust bubbling up in me. I wanted to make love to her, no, 'make love' was a euphemism, I wanted to fuck her! Fortunately, I can control myself.

Edith started blushing and seemed to regret her inadvertent confession in mid-sentence. She understood immediately that one of the horny guys was going to score that point.

And that is indeed precisely what happened. "Then today could be your day!" said Colin. "I could do your anus, and Anton your pussy! Or the other way around, perhaps, then it is new for all three of us."

"I hope you are just kidding, guys," Edith said. "I love this kind of talk, but remember that it is just talk."

At that moment, her phone beeped, and she said eagerly, "A message from Olaf."

Olaf had sent her a picture from Rome. He was standing in front of the Colosseum with two other guys and two girls. The text below the picture said, "These are my friends Luca, Piero, Chiara, and Valentina. I am going to have dinner with them now."

"I know the two guys and Valentina," said Edith. "They are colleagues of his that I have met at another meeting. But I have never seen Chiara."

"Oh boy," said Colin. "Look how Chiara is looking at Olaf in that picture. I think he is going to bang her after dinner!"

"Don't be cruel, Colin. We don't think like that in our marriage. If it happens, I hope he enjoys himself. But if Chiara were his lover, he would not have sent this picture."

I decided to rub it in. "After dinner, Chiara will tell Olaf, 'Could you walk me back to my hotel, please. Rome is so dangerous at night.' And then, 'Olaf, please bring me to my room, because the corridors of the hotel are so scary.' And then 'Please check that there is no one hidden under the bed.'

Colin continued, "And then she opens his belt, unzips his pants, takes out his hard, throbbing cock and looks him straight into the eyes, moaning, 'I want you so bad, Olaf. Please do what you want with me.'"

"Please stop it, guys," said Edith. "This sounds like a second-rate romantic doctor's novel. Olaf will simply refuse."

I could tell, however, that she was slightly worried about it.

Colin asked her, "Since we are talking frankly now, do you really believe it cannot happen? How about yourself? Have you had sex with another guy after you got married to Olaf?"

I objected, "Colin, you are going too far now. Respect her privacy!"

Colin replied, "I see. It sounds like you worry that you will be the next one to get this question. I guess this means that you haven't always been loyal yourself, Anton?"

"Well, uhh, no, not always, but very rarely. I have been with two other girls. But this is an absolute secret. It must stay between us!"

"Don't worry, Anton. My lips are sealed. Now, of course, you are going to ask me if I have ever cheated on Greg?"

"Well, uuh, you are gay, so I assume the answer is yes."

"What a prejudice! But the truth is that Greg and I participate fairly often in gay sex parties, and then we have sex with many partners."

"Isn't that scary, especially with gay sex?" I asked.

"Nice to know that you worry about my health," said Colin. "But we use condoms, except if we know our partner very well. And we have regular health checks, just in case. I just had mine last week, and hence I know I am OK. I can stick my cock into any of your holes without putting you at risk."

"That's good to know," said Edith. "Especially for you, Anton."

"Forget it, Edith," I said. "But I am glad that you are here. That makes it far less likely that Anton will be tempted to fuck my ass. He would never do that in front of you."

"Why not?" said Edith. "I would love to watch. Please go ahead, guys!"

I looked at Colin and said, "OK, let's go for it, Colin." We both opened our belts, pretending that we were going to drop our pants. But I closed my belt immediately, and so did Colin.

Edith was disappointed, or was acting as if she was. "You cowards!"

Then I remembered that Edith had not answered Colin's question yet. "So Edith, both Colin and I talked about our extramarital adventures. How about you?"

We both looked at Edith now, and she said without any hesitation, "Not with a guy. But my lesbian relationship was after Olaf and I got married. After a few weeks, I told him about it. He was not upset. He asked if he could join us."

"Of course he asked that," I said. "And did he?"

"Yes, he did. We still meet for a threesome from time to time. Olaf loves it!"

"I bet he does," I said. "So he fucks the other lady in your presence."

Yes, in her pussy and her ass. She loves it. All of us love it. He is looking forward to these evenings at least a week in advance. He gets so horny!

"I am envious," I said. Any chance I might join?"

"I think you will find that Olaf is like a silverback gorilla. He will not let any male near his pussies."

I think Colin and I were both taken by surprise by the unexpected richness and lewdness of Edith's sex life and fantasy world, which was now unfolding before us. Not that she has a reputation for being prudish. Quite the contrary, she always comes across as rather naughty, very much interested in sex. But an hour ago, I did not imagine her having lesbian sex and threesomes. Not to mention anal! So I probed a bit deeper, because she had triggered my curiosity.

"Is the other girl a lesbian?" I asked.

"No, she is a married woman. Her husband does not know."

"So, how did you get into lesbian sex with her?" Colin asked.

"Well, very naturally. We often went shopping for clothes together. One day, we bought sexy lingerie. We returned home, had a cup of tea, and then Miriam asked, 'I wonder how I would look in that pink bra you bought.'

So we went to the bedroom, and she took off her bra. Like most women, we feel rather uninhibited to show each other our breasts. I said she had wonderful tits and started touching them.

Then I got the brilliant idea of saying I wanted to try the panties she had bought. That was a lie, it was simply an excuse to show her my pussy. It worked. Soon we were lying on the bed comparing pussies. We were lying sideways, our faces in front of each other's vagina's. We touched everywhere and told each other how it felt. Then we started licking, and we both reached orgasm.

"So, then Olaf found out because he caught you in the act?" I asked.

"He didn't. I told him because I started feeling guilty. I mean, wasn't this adultery? But he took it rather well. I still remember it like it happened yesterday. I told him, "Olaf, I have something to confess to you." He turned pale and said, 'Oh no, you want to tell me that you cheated on me. Are you still seeing that guy?'

"So I told him it was a woman, not a man. Almost immediately, he became very enthusiastic. 'No problem, he said, just let me participate.' Now I just had to convince Miriam, but that was easy. She had been fantasizing about Olaf already and had been screwing around a lot. So adding another guy to her list was not a big deal."

"So you were worried about committing adultery, and the solution is to watch Olaf commit adultery," Colin observed shrewdly.

"Yeah, that thought crossed my mind as well. But I guess morally speaking, I do not consider it adultery if it happens in my presence. Like in your gay sex parties."

"And do you consider lesbian sex adultery?" I asked.

"I haven't decided that yet," Edith said. "The traditional view is that it is adultery if there is a danger of making babies. But another is that anything that endangers your marriage is adultery. In the old biblical times, everything was clear. But nowadays, with contraceptives and same-sex relations, it is not so clear anymore."

She continued with a serious tone of voice, "Whether or not it's acceptable is decided between you and your partner. But should you always tell your partner? And can you have more than one permanent partner? Will that work? I am so confused. I love sex, and I fantasize a lot. And I have few limitations in my fantasies."

"Talking about fantasies, women starting a lesbian relationship while showing off lingerie has been one of my fantasies," I confessed. "But later in that fantasy, there is always a moment where I enter the room unexpectedly, saying something like, 'Hi honey, can I help you lick that pussy?'

"But I guess only women can do this. Imagine two guys buying underwear together and comparing it in the bedroom at home," I said, laughing.

"Ha, you are talking like a straight guy, Anton. Among the gay community, this is not at all uncommon. 'Show me how your cock looks in that jockstrap' is not an unusual phrase. I fact, I met Greg that way!"

"So we have all committed adultery then," I tried to summarize our discussion.

"No," said Edith. "Just you! Colin does it in the presence of his husband, and my activity was lesbian, and in addition, Olaf joined us later. So it was not done in his absence. The real adulterous scumbag is you, Anton!"

"Well, what exactly is adultery anyway? Isn't that what you just tried to say?" I tried to find a philosophical way out of my predicament.

"Fucking girls without the knowledge of your wife certainly is," said Edith.

"I used a condom," I tried as an excuse. "And Anna was traveling, so she did not miss any sex because of what I did."

"Nice try, Anton. But your wife would never accept that argument."

"Well, she does, in theory. We once had a discussion about this as a hypothetical case. She said it would be OK, as long as I did not make babies, contract diseases, or fall in love. But do you really see me as an adulterous scumbag?"

"No, I just like that word. The fact that you have done these things makes you more attractive! Because it means I can more easily fantasize about doing it with you!"

"Oooh, now she is getting spicy!" said Colin.

He looked at me and continued,

"Let me ask something else, Anton. Purely hypothetically, would it be adultery for you if I fucked you in the ass? Or if you fucked me in the ass?"

"Good question, Colin. But that is indeed purely hypothetical, because it will never happen."

"That ruins my day, Anton. I am going to cry all night." Colin said, with a mixture of sarcasm and disappointment.

I thought of another example. "What if I had sexual fantasies about Edith? Is that OK?" I asked.

"Is that a purely hypothetical question?" Edith asked.

"Honey, if I told you the sexual fantasies I have had about you, your pussy would be dripping wet," I said, echoing her earlier remark.

"Wow! Really? You had sexual fantasies about me? about ME?"

For a brief moment, she looked baffled, and then she continued, "I thought guys always fantasized about movie stars, so I feel flattered."

"By the way....," she paused and started blushing, and with a hushed tone of voice, as if she was revealing a very private secret, she continued, "maybe I should not tell you this,.... you scumbags,...., but what the hell. I am feeling quite excited already...."

I have always loved the way she blushes. She looks so adorable. She continued her revelation, "So my pussy must be quite wet right now, although it is certainly not dripping."

"Do you think your panties are wet?" I asked.

"Possibly," she said, blushing even more.

"Why don't you show them to me? I don't think that showing you panties counts as adultery."

"No, it doesn't," said Colin. "If it did, every woman is committing adultery if she wears a short skirt when the wind is strong."

"Or if she starts dancing, and start gyrating her ass too much," I added.

She hesitated for a moment, and then she said, "You are ganging up on me. Tell me first if your cocks are hard."

"All right," said Colin, and he made the fabric of his pants trace the outline of his cock, which was quite hard and substantial in size, "Come and feel it if you want."

She decided to play along and take the challenge. She walked over to Colin, and started feeling his cock through his pants.

"Wow, that's nice," she said.

She ran her hands along the shaft, and Colin said, "Keep doing that, Edith, that feels wonderful."

But after a few strokes, she stopped. Colin kindly thought of me. "Go and check Anton's cock as well. He looks as if he is very keen on that."

She came over to me and went a little further. She looked me seductively in the eyes, planted a warm kiss on my mouth, and started exploring my crotch with her hand.

"Watch out, Edith, he is straight and you gave him a kiss. You may be straying into adultery territory now."

"Stop mocking me, Colin."

"So how do you rate his cock?" asked Colin.

"As far as I can feel, Anton has a marvellous cock as well, and it is as hard as yours."

"Which cock do you like more?" asked Colin.

"They feel nearly identical. I would have to see them naked to judge."

I was ready to lower my pants, but Colin had a different idea. "You explored our crotches, but you still did not show us yours, Edith."

She was still hesitating. Perhaps she was just playing hard to get. Or she was teasing us and tried to play us off against each other.

She pondered the question for a little bit longer, and then she said, "I will let an independent arbiter decide the issue."

She lifted the rim of her skirt and flashed her crotch at Colin, who was sitting in front of us.

"Wow," he said. "That looks great, Edith."

Since I was sitting next to Edith on the sofa, I had not seen anything.

"Can I see it too?" I asked.

"No," said Edith, "I showed it to Colin because he is gay, so there is no risk of his getting aroused by it."

"You have no idea what may arouse me," said Colin

I asked Colin, "So what was there to see under that skirt?"

He smiled and said, "I saw a lot of hair. A cute furry animal."

Edith was upset. "You are lying, Colin, you bastard. I am completely shaved there, and in addition I am wearing panties. So don't invent things, please." Colin laughed out loud.

"Now you have to show it to me, so I can determine who is telling the truth," I said.

"You can kiss my ass," she said.

"That's a deal then," I said. "Just wash it carefully first."

She had not anticipated that move and decided to play along and call my bluff.

"OK then, where is the bathroom?"

"Second door in the corridor."

To my surprise, she left, and I heard the bathroom door opening and the sound of a tap running.

"So do you want to bet if she is going to let me kiss her ass?" I asked Colin.

"No way," he said. "At this moment, she is frantically inventing excuses. She is not simply going to say 'no'. She is looking for an intelligent way out. Let us see what she comes up with."

We heard the bathroom door open and close, and Edith appeared, without her skirt, but still with her panties, top, and bra. She had her skirt in her hand and put it on a chair. She wore standard white panties for daily office use, not sexy lingerie. But they were quite small, and to my delight, they displayed a very noticeable camel toe.

"Wonderful, delightfully feminine," I said. When she noticed what I was staring at, she blushed and stretched the lower part of her panties. But the camel toe reappeared almost instantly.

"What are you staring at? Don't look at that, you scumbag," she said, giggling.

Just the way she said that was endearing. Her whole appearance, with those tiny panties, standing so vulnerable in front of us, with the visible pussy lips, it was all so adorable.

She stood in front of me, turned her back towards me, and said, "OK Anton, kiss my ass."

Perhaps she expected that I would not dare to go that far, but she could not have been more wrong. I pulled down the elastic band of her panties, and I would have taken them completely off if she had not held the front with her hand.

"Just my ass, not my pussy," she said. She bent forward and tried to keep the elastic band of her panties just below her asshole and above her pussy, but she could not avoid that the beginning of her slit was visible. It was sufficiently visible to see that it was quite moist.

Her asshole was as cute as everything about her. A nice pinkish-brown asterisk, at the bottom of a deep valley between her buttocks. I pulled her buttocks apart, placed a kiss on that cute star and started licking it, moving my tongue in the direction of her pussy. She started objecting, but I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her panties and to feel the front of her pubic mound.

I felt the moistness between her legs and the stubble left over from her pubic hair. I withdrew my hand and smelled it. "Mmmm," I said, "that smells delicious. That's what I call an aphrodisiac! And you were right, it is perfectly shaved there," I said.

"You scumbag," she giggled. "I did not give permission for that! These are called 'private parts' for a reason!"

The fact that she was giggling about it was encouraging. I saw my final goal approaching more and more. Her prominent pussy lips brought that goal sharply into focus. But, on the other hand, she appeared to be close to her limits.

I was planning my moves like a game of chess. One wrong move, and the game would be over. I could take my cock out of my pants and rub it against her vagina, or I could pull down her panties and start licking her delicious slit. But I didn't dare.

"Don't move too fast," I told myself, "She is not ready yet." Furthermore, I had to take Colin into account. I had to get him involved. But there was an obvious solution.

"Now let Colin lick your ass, Edith. He loves licking asses," I said.

She walked over to Colin, who started rimming her asshole without hesitation. "Beautiful ass, Edith," he said. "It is a pity that there is nothing dangling below it."

I walked over to them and pulled down the elastic band of her panties. Now her naked pussy was on full display, from behind at least. She objected to what I did, but not very strongly. I said, "Look Colin, this is a genuine wet pussy. You have never seen one this close. Look how humid it is. Touch it, please!" It was indeed gleaming with moisture.

"Please bend over, Edith, so that he can see better," I said. She did! I pulled her pussy lips apart so that Colin could see everything in full glory.

Although most parts of her body, including her asshole, are cute, Edith does not have the prettiest pussy. She has rather big protruding inner lips. It would be more properly called a 'cunt", and does not deserve the cute name 'pussy'. It is the kind of cunt that rich pop stars try to change into a baby pussy with plastic surgery. It was not the ideal specimen to convince a gay guy that female genitals are wonderful.

"What a mess," said Colin.

"A mess? You call my pussy a mess?"

"I think he is gay," I said. "Let us demonstrate how this beautiful thing works. Maybe he will start appreciating it."

I guided Colin's finger through Edith's slit, and helped it find her clit. "This is her clitoris, Colin. Girls love it when you touch them there. Just rub it a little bit." He did what I told him, and Edith started making contradictory sounds.

"No, guys, I told you not to do that. Don't touch me there! Oooh, but it is so good. Keep doing that, Aaaah, yeah."

I moved Colin's finger to Edith's vagina and pushed it in. "That's where your cock goes, Colin, if you were straight. She loves that too! Aren't women great!"

We were exploring Edith's intimate parts as if she were on display in a biology class. I noticed that she let Colin do pretty much what he wanted. Colin inserted his finger and started finger-fucking her.

"Now touch her clit with your other hand," I advised Colin. "Rub it frantically, and make her moan." She let him do that as well.

I have read that some women react like that to gay men. Either they think that they can convert them, that their exuberant femininity can flip a switch in their minds. Or they see the gay guy as another woman. And often they let other women touch them in ways that they would never allow for a guy.

Colin was now enthusiastically rubbing Edith's sensitive parts, and her moaning intensified. Just to increase the fun I inserted one finger into her asshole. Colin and I moved our fingers faster and faster in and out of her two holes, and meanwhile, Colin was rubbing her clitoris like it was something he did regularly. She started moaning as if an orgasm was near. But then she suddenly changed her mind.

"That was enough, guys," said Edith. She pulled up her panties, and she also put her skirt back on.

She sat down and said, "That was it, guys. You went too far. You should not have touched my pussy. I am leaving."

"No, please don't leave," I begged. "It would leave a permanent scar on our friendship. Let us talk about it."

"Yes," said Colin. "We went too far. I am very sorry, Edith."

"I realize we crossed a boundary," I said. "But if you show your asshole to a couple of horny guys, what do you expect?"

"Do you think this is acceptable?" Edith responded.

"Well, it is not adultery, isn't it? And you loved it, didn't you?"

"I guess it is adultery if I cannot tell Olaf about it. And clearly, I cannot."

"You tell him that you tried to teach a gay guy the essence of the female body," Colin said. "And I have to admit that I am deeply impressed with your feminine parts. That juicy pinky stuff between your legs looks messy at first, but it is an incredible pleasure machine."

We all smiled. The dark clouds in Edith's mind started clearing up.

"I am sorry that I stopped you guys. I was close to orgasm. But I started feeling guilty. Sorry for my reaction. I understand you could not control yourselves."

"I think you started feeling guilty because you approached orgasm, but then you realized that Olaf was not around," I said, as an amateur psychoanalyst. "I think you have a small adultery trauma. Your mind considered this adultery, which is something that your traditional values rejected."

"Traditional values?" said Edith. "I am a modern woman. Please don't insult me."

"I think Colin and I can help you with your trauma," I said, with obvious glibness.

Edith found her composure again, as was clear from her sarcastic reply, "Help me? Sure. I think you are trying to help your cocks into my pussy. Don't even think about that!"

We all laughed out loud.

Edith continued. "You guys did nothing wrong. I had plenty of time to say 'No', but I was excited when Colin started examining my lady parts. I even thought that he might understand what he was missing in life. But when my orgasm approached, I panicked."

She paused for a second, and then said, "OK, I will not leave, but now I want something in return. Show me your underpants! I want to see those sexy bulges!"

"You can kiss my ass," said Colin.

Edith and I giggled almost simultaneously, "Only if you wash it first."

"OK, you have a deal then," said Colin, and he went to the bathroom to wash his asshole.

I sat down next to Edith and whispered in her ear, "I have a naughty plan, Edith. I want Colin to fuck you. It would be his first time ever. Would you allow that?"

"Are you nuts, Anton? Of course I won't allow that. I told you repeatedly that I am happily married, and that I don't engage in adultery."

"But he is gay, so it is not adultery. It is a form of charity! You are helping a gay guy explore womanhood. I am sure Olaf would be proud of you if you told him!"

"Nice try, Anton. But what is your role in this, you scumbag," she said, giggling a bit as if she was not totally against my plan.

"I will use my cock as bait to catch him, so to speak. You don't have to agree right now. Just think about it. When you see things moving in that direction, I hope you are ready for it."

It would have been more honest to say that I was using Colin's homosexuality as bait. I hoped that Edith would allow him to fuck her, out of empathy. And once that bridge had been crossed, she might allow me as well, if I played that I felt left out.

We heard taps run, and the sound of a lot of scrubbing. Edith started getting excited. Edith huddled closer to me and started whispering, even though there was nobody else in the room. "I wonder what will happen now! I bet he will be completely naked! I would kind of expect that from him." She sighed, "Oooh, I would love to see his naked body. I am sure my pussy is even wetter now. I am suddenly so horny again." She put a kiss on my cheek and rubbed my bulge to show how horny she was.

But Colin did not enter the living room completely naked, as Edith hoped. He was wearing only his underpants, but they left little to the imagination. He turned out to have an impressive six-pack, and I was immediately very envious of it. But I am sure Edith's eyes, as well as mine, were focused just below his torso. He was wearing a very gay kind of underpants, really emphasizing the shape of his cock by creating an impressive bulge. I am not sure what those underpants are called, but only a gay man would wear something like that. I am always wearing boxer shorts, and I know next to nothing about underwear for men.

"Wow, what a body," said Edith. "And what a package you have. Pity you are gay, Colin."

I was also impressed with Colin's looks. His perfectly trimmed body, with that huge package hanging between his legs, made his whole appearance look very sexy. I have to admit that I noticed a sudden rush of sexual arousal. My cock could not get any more erect than it already was, but I noticed that I was getting even more horny. I consider myself to be bi-curious, but male bodies are rarely part of my fantasies. I am mainly getting aroused by cocks, and of course by most parts of the female body.

The only time I had gay fantasies was when Colin offered me a 'nice massage' some time ago. I masturbated a few times thinking about that, and I also had fantasies about that during sex with Anna. Imagining what might happen during that massage got me incredibly horny.

It never bothered me that I get aroused by cocks and masculine bulges. I see it just as an erotic bonus, on top of my attraction to women. For me, straight vs. gay is not an 'or' but an 'and'. At least, in principle.

That evening I decided not to inhibit my innate bi-sexuality, but to let it flow freely, to let it go wherever it wanted to go. I wanted to explore it, not suppress it.

Colin followed his sexual preference and chose to come to me first. He stood in front of me with his back pointing at me, and lowered the elastic band of his underpants. "Please, kiss my ass, Anton."

Unfortunately, he presented the wrong side of his body. I am intrigued by cocks, but I am not into male asses. I just planted a polite little kiss on his butthole. "More passion, please," said Colin. I briefly considered doing what I had done to Edith: put my hand in his underpants, move it to the front of his body, and get a feel of that tempting cock. But I was worried that Edith might drop out if the evening started degenerating into gay sex. So I gave the honor to Edith, and told Colin to let her kiss his ass.

She had not forgotten what we had done to her. She licked Colin's asterisk for a little while, and then pulled down the elastic band and started exploring his balls with her hand. I was sitting next to Edith and behind Colin, and was mesmerized by his dangling balls.

"Whose hand is this?" he asked.

Edith moved her hand forward under his belly, and grabbed his entire cock. "It is a girl's hand, Colin, how does that feel? Wow, what a cock. You are as hard as a straight guy! Isn't it great, a girl's hand touching your cock?"

I got a glimpse of Colin's balls and noticed they were completely shaved. I stretched out my hand and fondled them. "That's a man's hand, Colin, I am sure you don't mind, right? Wow, your balls feel great. They are so smoothly shaved!"

"Yes, Greg and I love to shave each other's balls. I am glad you like it. If you ever want your balls shaved, just visit us. We would love to do it. And maybe you'll become gay!"

I must admit that seeing and feeling his balls triggered the gay demon inside me that had been dormant my entire adult life. I felt a very strong urge to lick that cock! But for now, it was Edith's to play with.

She pulled his underpants down a bit further and started yanking Colin's cock from behind. "You wanna squirt in my hand, you scumbag?"

"I would love to Edith," Colin said. "But I have to warn you that I produce a lot of cum. Greg doesn't let me come in his mouth! Make sure you have lots of Kleenex ready."

"Edith, be careful," I said. "If he comes, it will go all over the carpet, and I have no idea how to clean it. You can finish him off in the bedroom. At least I know how to put the sheets in the washing machine."

Colin agreed.

"OK, let us go to the bedroom then," said Edith. "And I will have another cock to deal with there!" While saying that, she grabbed my crotch and smiled naughtily at me.

Colin pulled up his underpants and tried to squeeze his cock inside, which wasn't easy. He was facing discreetly away from us, so that we did not see much of it.

Edith looked at her phone and said, "I am going to check when the last train leaves."

She clicked on her phone a couple of times, and a worried look appeared on her face.

"Shit," she said. "There is a problem with the railroad. 'Operational difficulties.' No more trains this evening."

"Operational difficulties. That means that the driver got drunk and forgot about his train," I said cynically. "So now what?"

"I could take a taxi," said Edith. But that's fucking expensive. And there is a bus via other villages, but that takes two hours, and three different buses."

"You can stay here if you want. Tomorrow morning you will be just five minutes from the office."

"That would indeed be very convenient, Anton. But do you have a guest bed?"

"Not really. The sofa is not very comfortable to sleep on."

If I were a real gentleman, I should have said, "You can use the bed, and I will sleep on the sofa," but my wicked mind had other plans.

"We can share the bed," I said. "There is plenty of space now that Anna is away."

"Share the bed with you? I do not even have pajamas with me."

"At this time of year, the sun heats the bedroom all day. It is terribly hot there. Anna and I usually sleep naked!"

"Naked? A whole night with you, completely naked?"

"Wow, that look in her eyes," said Colin. "She is imagining a whole night of hard-core fucking! But you can also just sleep, honey, even if you are both naked."

"It is not that I am worried that Anton will not be able to control himself," said Edith. "I am worried about myself. Because I know I am incredibly horny. I don't think I can resist the temptation of a naked guy next to me. There is a fierce internal struggle going on inside my mind between pure lewdness and my love for Olaf. I think it is what you have called my 'adultery trauma,' but it bothers me a lot."

"Yes, I noticed that you are horny, as well as your reluctance to act on it," said Colin. "But may I propose something? I live nearby, so normally I would walk home. But I could also stay, if you like. I could lie in bed between the two of you. And we do not have to be naked, we could sleep in our underwear."

Then he added, with a naughty smile, "In addition, should anything juicy happen, I would not like to miss it!"

He paused, and then an even more wicked smile appeared on his face. He added, laughing, "Well, we go to sleep after you have jacked off Anton and me, of course. You still have to finish the job. And then we will make you come, that's another job to be finished. Then we are all less horny, and we can go to sleep. No, just kidding. Let us not be too focused on sex. Let us just lie on the bed in our underwear and hug each other until we fall asleep."

"Look who is talking," I said. "Not too focused on sex? I think you are always focused on that."

"True, honey, I would love to fuck your ass, but I can control myself, even when sleeping next to your cute bottom," Colin said, looking at me. "But perhaps you are scared of sharing the bed with a gay man?"

"Not at all," I said. "It's even kind of exciting. I have never slept with a gay man before!"

Colin looked a bit puzzled. He did not know that I had a little gay demon in my head. Then his look changed to a bemused smile, and he said, "I see...."

I realized that Colin handled Edith's dilemma much better than I would have done. What he said made Edith feel a lot more relaxed. Hugging guys in underwear was far less threatening to her adultery trauma than fucking. "Yes, I would love to hug you guys," she said. "Let's do it!"

We walked to the bedroom. I started undressing down to my boxer shorts. My underpants were not nearly as sexy as Colin's, but they left no doubt about the state of my manhood.

Edith put her mobile phone on the nightstand. "I have put it in 'Don't Disturb' mode she said, so that it will not wake us up. Only WhatsApp messages from Olaf can still get through, because I still hope to hear from him."

"He is too busy with Chiara," teased Colin. "These Italian bitches need a lot of attention."

If looks could kill, Colin would be dead now, but she wisely decided to ignore Colin's attempt at humor.

Edith took off her top and skirt. She was wearing a fairly traditional white bra with her tiny white panties, and I feasted my eyes on her. Even just seeing her in plain underwear was a dream come true. "That's beautiful," I said. "Look at that, Colin. Are you sure you want to remain gay?"

Even in everyday underwear, I could very much appreciate her hourglass figure, with that beautiful navel in the middle. She had a push-up bra that revealed an enticing part of her tits, and of course there was that sexy camel toe.

"Yes, you look great, Edith, even I can see that. But I love what you are hiding in those boxer shorts, Anton. It looks promising. I think I will stay gay for now. This could be a hot night!"

"Just one thing, guys," said Edith, "we keep our underwear on, OK? That was the deal. And I don't want to see any fingers go inside either!"

"Well, surely I can put my hand inside of Anton's underpants, if he allows me?" asked Colin.

Edith thought about it for a few seconds and replied with a diabolical smile on her face, "No, Colin. The rule applies to you as well. It is my punishment for fumbling with my pussy."

"But Anton made me do that, Edith!"

"We have our own responsibility, Colin."

"This is cruel and unusual punishment!" pouted Colin, more faggy than I had ever seen him. "I have to lie down next to Anton's tantalizing bulge, but I have to resist my lust to touch what is inside!"

"You got the idea, Colin."

"I proposed keeping our underwear on because I was worried about YOUR adultery trauma. But I do not have such a trauma!"

"So if you have sex with me, and Greg finds out, is he OK with that?" I asked. I quickly added, "purely hypothetically, of course."

"I will tell him that I was just checking you out as a slut boy for our next gay orgy," said Colin, with a devious smile.

This remark sent shivers down my spine. I imagined a room full of naked asses, cocks and balls, moving rhythmically, being sucked or licked, foamy buttholes, and sperm flying through the room. I imagined huge cocks inserted into my mouth and my anus. I imagined being tied to a bed, surrounded by ten guys with massive erections, which they rammed into my asshole, one after the other. They had tatoos all over their body, yes, even on their cocks. The horror! Sure, I got excited when I saw Colin's bulge and touched his balls, but a gay orgy was way beyond my limits.

"Stop it, Colin. I know you are joking, but this is too much!"

"Don't worry, Anton. Mother Superior Edith doesn't even allow me to touch your cock! But, Edith, can I at least touch his bulge from the outside of his underpants?" Colin asked.

"If he allows it, fine with me. And both of you can touch my bra and panties. And I may touch your bulges. Those are the rules. If you guys don't obey my rules, I will call a taxi and go home."

Edith seemed very pleased to be in control of things. She was probably not mad at us anymore for groping her pussy, but she was using this as an excuse to tease us. I was just not sure how long she wanted this game to last. She was so horny before, that undoubtedly she lusted after our naked bodies. Was punishing us so important that she punished herself in the process? Were we just going to go to sleep, without any orgasms? I found her changing state of mind hard to deal with.

Fortunately, Edith had not forgotten that the plan was to hug each other.

She lay down on the bed, opened her arms, and said, "OK, guys, hug me if you want."

Colin went first. She grabbed his hips and pressed his groin against hers.

"Kiss her on the lips," I told him. Meanwhile, I rubbed his ass, and he said he loved it. I noticed that his hips started making fucking motions against Edith's groin. Even gay people have that mechanism built in. He was grinding the bulge in his underpants against Edith's camel toe, and both of them seemed to enjoy it.

He was essentially dry-fucking Edith. But it was not adultery, so she was OK with it. It was like two people doing a dirty dance in a dark part of a disco, rubbing their genitals against each other. If the spouse of one of them were to see it, there would probably be an argument, but not a divorce.

Colin kissed Edith on the lips, with some hesitation, but Edith immediately started kissing him seriously. Their tongues were soon entangled with each other. Apart from wearing underwear, they looked very much like a straight couple passionately making love, and nothing indicated that Colin was gay.

I was curious about their actual state of excitement, so I put my hand between their bodies, at the point where their genitals were rubbing against each other. I touched the front of Edith's panties, and now there was no doubt anymore: they were soaking wet. She noticed what I was doing, and she just smiled, without saying a word. Then I groped Colin's bulge saying, "I just want to see how your cock is responding." His cock was rock hard.

"Nice cock, huh?" said Colin. "Let your gay side get out, Anton. Rub that cock!"

"I see that a woman can make you very horny, Colin," I said.

"That is because I am thinking of your body, Anton. Please lie down next to us."

I did, and Colin moved his body on top of mine. He started rubbing his erection against mine. We hugged each other intensely, and I kind of enjoyed feeling his erect cock against mine. He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I resisted. Edith followed my example and explored our groin areas with her hand. She said, "Wow, two hard cocks. I think you are both gay."

"Well, let us both fuck you," I said. "Then you should be able to notice which of us is gay."

"No way," said Edith. "You are not going to fuck me, Anton. Put that idea out of your mind."

"But Edith, your panties are soaked. Why don't you take them off?"

"Because I get so horny lying next to you with my wet panties. Please touch them! Oh yes, that feels so nice! The way you are pushing the wet fabric against my pussy lips! What a wonderful feeling!"

Of course, I tried to ignore her rules, and I let my fingers slide into her panties. I rubbed her wet slit, but just for a few seconds. I was rewarded with a big slap on my arm and the words, "Last warning!"

I decided not to push her anymore. We lay down next to each other for a while, and talked a lot, about many things we might talk about during tea breaks at work. Movies, concerts, anecdotes about friends and colleagues, that kind of thing. Nothing erotic for a while.

I ended up lying between Edith and Colin, and I loved it. Although our mouths avoided saying naughty words, our hands were gently exploring our neighbor's bodies. I caressed their textile-covered crotches, and they responded in kind. I embraced both Edith and Colin as if we were lovers, and we exchanged kisses, although I still avoided kissing Colin on the mouth. I felt almost completely bi-sexual for the first time in my life.

At some point, Colin slid his entire hand into my underpants. I did not object, but when Colin said "Wow," Edith saw what he was doing and slapped his arm the way she slapped mine. Colin's hand had already reached my balls, but he quickly withdrew it.

But after a while, this was all getting a bit awkward. I was worried that we would all just fall asleep. But it was hard to fall asleep without the sexual release I knew I needed. I guessed Colin and perhaps even Edith had the same problem. My cock had remained hard almost the entire time. I was considering just taking it out and masturbating. Was that allowed by Edith's rules?

But then I got a better idea, and I used Colin as bait. I had been ogling Edith's underwear-clad body, and especially her bra and what it was hiding.

"Colin," I said, "Have you ever caressed a tit?"

"No," said Colin. I must have touched a tit when my mother was breast-feeding me. But I don't remember anything."

"They are so incredibly soft," I said. "You should try that once."

Edith giggled, "I don't think you have any tits to offer, Anton. I have a monopoly on tits in this bed."

"No, a duopoly," quipped Colin.

"Edith, I am worried that if Colin does not touch a tit, he will think of women for the rest of life as creatures with an ugly slimy mess between their legs. You would not want that, would you?"

Edith hesitated for a while, and then she said, "OK, I guess having my tits touched is still within my limits," and she removed her bra. "And I guess you also want to touch them, you scumbag? Or were you saying all this just on behalf of Colin?"

She revealed a pair of tits of exactly the perfect size. I don't like flat-chested women, but I don't like melons either. Edith sat on a pillow so that her perky breasts proudly pointed forward. Colin and I sat next to her on each side. "I have to admit that they are genuinely beautiful," said Colin.

"Can I touch them?" he asked, with excessive politeness.

"Of course, I love being touched there," said Edith.

I was curious how he would react. I was not disappointed. "Wow, how soft. And how beautifully shaped. They can surely compete with a good cock!"

"And just like a good cock, you can lick them, and their owner loves it," I said.

We started kissing and licking Edith's wonderful boobs.

"What should I do?" asked Colin.

"Lick, suck, bite her nipples, anything that makes her moan," I said.

And indeed, Edith started sighing softly, and Colin and I gradually discovered what made her happy.

While we sucked her tits, her hands found the bulges in our underpants, and she started caressing them. "Can you take these off?" she asked, sighing heavily. "I want to feel some naked skin. I love cocks!" Her lust had overcome her desire to tease us. Her underwear rule was out the window now.

"Finally," said Colin, and we both got naked. I stared intently at Colin's cock, because I had only seen a glimpse of it before. I loved looking at it. I realized that I was able to enjoy looking at a cock without wondering if I was gay.

Colin stared at my crotch as well, and said, "Yours looks very familiar. It looks like what I see every morning in the mirror."

"Yes, it is amazing," said Edith. "Your cocks are nearly identical. It looks like Colin's is just a shaved version of Anton's. Two humans with identical cocks. How weird is that?"

Edith grabbed our hard poles enthusiastically. She was ecstatic. "Thanks for bringing me these nice toys, guys! It must be great to be a man and have that thing always hanging between your legs, ready to play with!"

"Women have nothing to complain about," I said, and I softly squeezed her tit. "Just to have tits must be amazing. Not to mention the slimy mess!"

"Do you realize that I have touched only one cock since I got married?" said Edith. "Just one! Just to think that there are billions of cocks in the world!"

"Just one cock! That's awful. How can you live like that? I sympathize with you, Edith!" said Colin.

I asked Colin if I could touch him. "Oh, please, Anton, you already touched my balls, of course you can touch the rest. I reached out for it, and I was not disappointed. It was great to the touch. My gay demon was exalted. It was the first cock I had touched for at least twenty years, other than my own, of course.

Of course, Colin did not miss the opportunity to touch mine, so now two hands were exploring each of our crotches. Meanwhile we continued sucking on Edith's tits.

Edith was showing all the signs of extreme arousal now. If she talked at all, it was with a sultry, sensual voice, mixed with moans and sighs. As far as I understood the female mind, she must have been extremely eager to have one of these hard cocks filling her pussy. But she was still resisting her lewdness.

Colin and I were sitting next to Edith for a while. It turned into a magical moment. Edith moaned softly and French kissed each of us, interchanging between Colin and me. Meanwhile the other available mouth licked and sucked one of her nipples, and our cocks were being fondled by two hands competing with each other for our balls and our shaft. To my surprise, Colin really got into it.

If he ever had any revulsion against French kissing a woman, he got over it very quickly. His entire body seemed to radiate lust, and he mumbled, amid heavy sighs, "Ooh, this is so great." This was a unique moment of bonding between the three of us. I caressed his cock with gentleness, not yanking it to ejaculation, because I had other plans, and I think he felt the same. Yes, we needed to come, but there were better ways than a handjob.

Edith was reaching ever higher levels of excitement, but I doubted she could be brought to a climax this way. Colin had the same doubt. "Can you get an orgasm this way, Edith?" he asked. "Because we still owe you one."

"I have heard of nipple orgasms, but I never had one," Edith said. "Apparent men can get them as well. Try it on Greg next time you have sex."

"So to make you come, we need to stimulate your clitoris?" Colin asked.

"That's the best way, Colin," she said.

"Then your panties are in the way, Edith," I said. "We took off our underpants, so maybe the time has come...."

She pondered her situation for a while and said,

"OK. I will take off my panties. Then you can lick me there. That is still not yet adultery, I suppose."

She took them off, and finally we had a frontal view of her juicy pussy. "That's a beauty," I said. It was indeed, at least to my eyes. Nicely shaved, with a large pubic mound and a wet slit.

Colin agreed, "Yes, like this it is OK, it is when you open it that it gets messy. But don't take offense! I am just a gay guy."

Edith spread her legs and said, "Ready for your mouths. Who goes first?"

"OK, Colin, you go first. Then you can learn how to eat pussy." I said.

"I am not going to lick that slimy mess," said Colin. "I know what is in there if you open it up. I am gay for a reason."

"Come on Colin, How many chances will you get in life to lick a juicy pussy?" I said.

But Colin was stubbornly refusing.

"OK then, I love that slimy mess," I said. "So I will try to make her come."

"Then maybe I can suck your cock while you eat her pussy," said Colin. "Or is that too gay for you?"

I hesitated for a second. A man sucking my dick was another step out of my comfort zone. But I did not want to be as reluctant as Colin. For me, this was also a unique opportunity to try something new.

So, I said, "OK, I think I can handle that now." I realized that I would not be able to look at it anyway while having my face in Edith's crotch, so it was just the feeling of Colin's mouth that I had to deal with. And Colin did not have a beard, so I could think of it as a woman's mouth.

"Wow, male gay sex, next to me in bed! Exciting!" said Edith. "Then I can suck your cock, Colin, if you allow a woman's mouth to touch it. Then both of you are becoming bisexual all at once!"

"Triple oral! Is that even possible?" asked Colin.

It was possible, and we managed to make a triangle with our bodies, so that all genital areas were licked. But it was not very comfortable. After a few minutes, Edith, who had to concentrate on her orgasm, stopped licking Colin.

I licked Edith's clitoris in the same way that would usually make Anna come very fast, and it worked. Edith's belly started moving with a series of spasms, and she reached a climax, accentuated by loud squeals.

"That's incredible," said Colin, "I have never seen a female orgasm before. I could never imagine it was going to be something so violent. How does it feel, Edith?"

"It feels great, Colin. Just as a male orgasm, I suppose. It is indescribable."

"Don't talk, Colin," I said. "I was getting very close. Please continue sucking!" The feeling of an upcoming ejaculation was too strong, and my body wanted to go to the finish line.

Not long thereafter, I noticed the sperm rising from my balls and groin, and I came in Colin's mouth. "Shit," I thought, "There goes my last chance of fucking Edith." But it was too late to stop it.

We lay down in each other's arms. Colin swallowed most of my cum, and I gave him a Kleenex from our nightstand to clean up his mouth. I apologized to Colin for squirting in his mouth, but he said, "No problem. This was your first time having gay sex, right? Then it was worth it! The more gay men, the better."

"I have not been converted, Colin. Look at that beauty lying here on my other side! But thanks for the nice blowjob."

After a few minutes, Edith said, "Colin, you have not come. You want one of us to suck you off?"

I offered to do it. After all, he is gay, I thought, and he gave me a nice blowjob. Perhaps I can return the favor.

I put my mouth around his cock, and tried to suck it, although I had never done such a thing. I had seen plenty of videos of women doing it, but on video, it looks deceptively simple.

After a while, Colin said, "Thanks, Anton, but this is not working. You need more practice. Maybe you should visit Greg and me at home once, and we can give you a free cock-sucking lesson."

I looked at Edith, and she understood what I had in mind. She nodded to indicate that she accepted my argument.

She said, "I have thought about it. Colin, if you want, you may fuck me and come inside me. Don't tell anyone, but I have decided that since you are gay, it is not adultery. So Colin, would you like to stick your cock into my slimy mess?"

He hesitated. "Come on, Colin, give it a try," I said. "You can play with my cock for inspiration. And I will play with your balls and asshole, to make it more gay.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Just think what a wonderful act of charity it is on Edith's part. She does not want you to die without having tried a pussy. Just think of her vagina as a male asshole. I have just taken my first steps towards sex with men, and I quite enjoyed it. So extend your sexual horizon a bit and you will be a happier man."

"OK," he said, "What the hell. I will do it. My cock is ready to explode. I will have to deposit that stuff somewhere."

He positioned himself so that his staff was pointing at Edith's vagina. She was lying down, knees raised, prepared for the missionary position.

"Here I go," he said, and he pushed it in. He made a few rhythmic movements. Of course, Esther was extremely well lubricated by now. "Wow, that feels good," said Colin, "It went in so smoothly. I have to admit that that this is more confortable than fucking an asshole. It is almost as if the vagina is made for it!"

I admired the movement of his body. It was very smooth and elegant. I think there was something 'gay' about it, but maybe I am prejudiced. I already loved his naked body, but seeing him fuck a woman made it far more attractive.

We were quiet for a while, apart from moans and squeals. I was simply enjoying the action. I had never seen a couple fuck in reality, so I enjoyed the spectacle. Colin turned out to be quite a good lover. There was no sign of him losing his erection, as one might have expected if he had some internal aversion. His face was beaming with joy, and he kept moving his ass in a steady rhythm, without any signs of an imminent ejaculation. Edith was moaning and sighing, and was clearly loving it.

"So, how do you like that, Colin?" I asked.

"It feels great," said Colin, "But I am missing something here." He rubbed Edith's pubic mound, where he would normally find his partner's cock.

"You should try doggy," I suggested. "Then you are looking at your partner's back. That looks similar to what you are used to, except that a woman's back looks much nicer. But that's just my opinion."

Edith made him pull out, went on her hands and knees, and said, "OK Colin, give me that cock."

He pushed it in and started fucking. "That looks more familiar, indeed." He let his hands roam along Edith's torso and said, "but I am still missing a cock."

"I understand, but you got her boobs instead. Play with them. She loves it."

Indeed, Edith loved it. I played with the body parts Colin did not touch, and she just relished four masculine hands groping every part of her body. We caressed her tits, and I noticed that Edith had started rubbing her clit.

"This is just so great," she said. "It is like the threesomes with Miriam. She also has a great way to pamper my body while Olaf is fucking me. But Colin's cock is superior. And he uses it in such a fantastic way!"

"I am using it as if I am fucking an asshole," said Colin. "But I am so glad to make you happy, honey. Because you know I love you, I mean as a human being, not in the erotic sense. Wow, this feels so good."

I had somewhat mixed feelings seeing Colin and Edith making love. I had been dreaming about seeing Edith fuck, but with me, not with Colin. I just loved seeing them overwhelmed by carnal lust, and I tried to imagine I was Colin. I tried to become involved a bit more in the action.

"I have an idea," I said. I pulled Edith closer to the end of the bed, forcing Colin to move backward and put his feet on the floor. They continued fucking. I sat on the floor, in front of Colin, facing him. Edith's pussy was now just above me, and when I tilted my neck backward I could reach her clit. I started licking it.

"That's amazing," said Edith. Colin realized that my mouth was now very close to the tip of his cock, and he pulled out from time to time to put his penis in my mouth. But I quickly put it back in Edith's vagina.

"That's where it belongs," I said, after having sampled some of Edith's juices.

After a while, Colin found a good, steady rhythm, and my tongue movements were perfectly in sync with Edith's moaning.

"Ooooh, I am going to.... come again, guys, ooooh it's so good...." she said. And indeed, I saw her belly shake violently above my head, and her pussy contracted a few times around Colin's cock.

"Wow, that feels great," he said. "Should I also come now, or may I continue?"

"Oh, please continue, Colin. I want that cock longer inside. You are doing everything right with that thing. But stop licking my clit, Anton." I had already stopped, because I knew Anna never wanted me to continue after an orgasm, and I assumed most women are wired in the same way.

Colin still fucked Edith for several minutes, with Edith screaming with delight, and repeating endlessly how well Colin's cock fitted in her pussy. As the owner of a nearly identical one, it was good to hear that.

"I am coming," shouted Colin. "Please squirt that sperm deep in my pussy," said Edith. Under loud groans, Colin did precisely that. His squirting took an amazingly long time. It was as if he ejaculated five loads of cum. "Wow, what an amount of sperm, I felt it very clearly inside me," said Edith.

Colin pulled out, and we lay in each other's arms for many minutes, enjoying a threefold afterglow. Edith had put a huge amount of Kleenex below her pussy, saying that she could not walk to the bathroom without getting half the house full of sperm. But it did not matter. We enjoyed lying naked in each other's arms. After a while, Edith got up and cleaned herself, and then she lay down next to me again.

I hoped that this was the moment I had been waiting for. Now that the key to Edith's virtual chastity belt had been found and the lock had been opened, would I be allowed entry to the gates of heaven next? Colin understood exactly what I was thinking of and tried to help me.

"That was wonderful, Edith," he said. "My first straight sex experience. It was absolutely memorable. But you know what is still missing from my list of experiences? Seeing a straight couple fuck. I have seen numerous gay men fuck, but I would really love to see a straight couple do it, right next to me in bed."

"I know what you mean, Colin, but I have already moved my red lines as far as I could. There is one that I will never cross: adultery. I mean sex with a straight man, without Olaf's presence or approval. Sorry, that's a hard 'NO'. I mean, forget it, I mean never, no matter how long you guys beg for it."

Then she hugged me and said, "Anton, I can feel your desire. I know how much you would like to have sex with me. Believe me, I feel the same. I really like you very much, Anton. Maybe I even love you. But Olaf is number one, and he is the only man that I allow to enter my vagina. I have already allowed you to touch it and lick it, and make me come, but I am not going any further."

I was not happy with those words, but I was committed to respecting her. So I said, "I understand, Edith. It is a pity. If I did it, I would also be committing adultery, but that would not have stopped me. In fact, I think Anna would have told me, 'You would have been a fool if you had not taken this opportunity to have sex with this wonderful woman.' But I accept that for you, adultery weighs more heavily."

Edith moved her head in my direction and kissed me emotionally on the lips. I few tears appeared in her eyes. She whispered sweet things in my ear. She tried to say anything but 'I love you.' That phrase was reserved for Olaf. "You are a wonderful person, Anton. You have the second warmest place in my heart. I hope we will enjoy each other's company for as long as we live."

She hugged me strongly, as if she was never going to let me go again. We were kissing so feverishly and so long that I started worrying about Colin getting bored with all this straight cuddling. She said, "Fortunately, you shot your load half an hour ago, so you do not really need it right now, don't you?"

Colin responded on my behalf, "The night is still long, Edith. I am sure he can get it up again before sunrise, if you change your mind."

Edith's hands roamed my body, and she found my cock. "Wow, it is already getting hard again," she said. All the hugging and kissing had their inevitable consequences, and I was feeling very horny, but I knew that I would embarrassingly lose my erection if I tried to fuck her now. But in an hour, things would surely be different.

Edith rested her head on my shoulder and said, "I want to lie here all night, next to you, naked. Forget the underwear rule. I am not going to put my panties on. You can touch me there and anywhere else. I trust you and Colin, and I am certain that you would not even think of shoving a cock into my vagina while I am asleep."

I said, "Of course we will respect you, Edith. I will not fuck you until you scream, "FUCK ME, Anton."

Edith said, "A night with two naked horny guys. Isn't that lovely in itself? It makes me feel so warm inside. Some people would call this adultery already! But never mind, we have crossed this line already, and I am not going back."

We were lying down next to each other, trying to fall asleep. Edith was on my right, Colin on my left. We were all naked, and I had told them, "Feel free to touch me anywhere you want. Remember that I am the host, so try to be nice to me!"

Colin took my invitation to heart, and started playing with my cock. I returned the favor.

I also had a hand on Edith's pussy, and I was softly caressing it. "A cock in one hand, a pussy in the other, it is not getting any better than that," I thought.

After a while, Edith pushed my hand away. "I want to sleep," she said. But Colin and I continued caressing each other's cocks, which became pretty hard.

Colin looked at me and asked, "May I kiss you?"

My list of gay activities in order of aversion is cock-sucking, kissing, and ass-fucking. Yes, I find cock-sucking less appalling than kissing, because I like cocks. A penis is an organ that has always fascinated me. It can be soft and hard and anything in between, and in any of its states, it is lovely to play with, whether it is my own or someone else's.

Before I had sex for the first time, the idea of licking a cunt did not appeal much to me either, but I got over that. So I decided that perhaps the time had come to see whether kissing a man on the mouth was as awful as I thought. So I said, "Ok then, Colin, go ahead."

He kissed me and put his tongue in my mouth. I did not resist. I tried to trick my mind into thinking that the face next to mine was that of a beautiful woman. The trick did not quite work because my hand was between his legs, but it did not take long for me to get emotionally into it. Pretty soon, we kissed with real passion, and we pressed our lower bodies against each other. We rubbed our identical erections against each other.

To my surprise, I thoroughly enjoyed all this gay action. I realized that this did not take anything away from my straight side. It was an additional option for my sex life.

"What are we going to do with these cocks, Colin," I asked. "Edith is asleep, so we should try not to wake her up."

I looked at Edith's naked body next to me. The moon was almost full and provided just the right light to make it look very enchanting. She seemed peacefully asleep. I got strange romantic feelings in both directions. I had never felt any emotion like this before. I was not torn between two opposite poles; No, the feelings enhanced each other.

"We can do a 69," proposed Colin. "We can lick each other very quietly and slowly into nirvana. I know that you suck at sucking, but this is just licking. Anyone can do that. If you do it slowly, both of us will get a gigantic orgasm. I do this often with Greg. We love it. Just suppress your desire to make your partner come as quickly as possible."

"OK, let us try that." We moved into the 69 position, and I loved the soft, warm feeling of his tongue all over my cock. He had sucked me off an hour ago, but this was different. We were licking as if we had the whole night ahead of us, and of course, we did.

I explored Colin's wonderful cock with my tongue, and I took my time to appreciate every part of it. He softly moaned every time I found the right spot.

But after I made a clumsy move Edith woke up. She looked at us, and asked, "What are you guys doing?"

"That's called a 69, my dear," said Colin.

"I know, I have done that with Olaf and with Miriam. But I have never seen the male-male version. Can I watch?"

"Of course you can watch," I said. "Enjoy the show. But it can take a while! And remember, if we come, it may be the last time this night."

"That's OK," she said. "Then we can all go to sleep."

Colin and I continued licking each other's cocks, and Edith could not resist fondling our balls from time to time.

Then Edith's phone made a ping sound. She took it and said, "Message from Olaf. Pictures they took during dinner. Here he is sitting between Chiara and Valentina, looking very happy." There were several more pings, so I concluded that many more pictures had arrived on her phone.

She scrolled through several pictures, saying things like, "I miss you, Olaf, my love."

While Edith was scrolling, there was another ping, just a single one.

Edith continued scrolling down, and then suddenly she said "WHAT THE FUCK??"

"What happened?" I asked.

"Look at this." The last picture was a fuck selfie. A guy was sitting on a chair, naked, with his legs spread, and a woman on top of his lap, his cock inside her pussy. The guy had his phone in his hand, but most of his upper body, including his face, was hidden behind the woman. The picture had been taken with that phone using the mirror they were facing.

The woman had wonderful tits and a cute hairy pussy. We all recognized her face immediately. "That's Chiara," said Edith. "Wow, look at those tits. The bastard! THE FILTHY BASTARD!"

"But is that Olaf?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Who else could it be? It was sent from his phone, after all. I recognize his cock, and the mole on his thigh."

"Wow, you think he sent that on purpose?" I asked. "That would be very nasty."

The answer appeared immediately on Edith's phone. While we were watching the photo, Olaf's next message appeared: "Oops..."

Edith held her phone in her hand in total shock. "He is now typing another message," she said.

"It probably says, 'Honey, it is not what you think,'" said Colin.

I did not dare to laugh. The situation was pretty serious.

"Does this mean divorce?" I asked.

"No, it means revenge," said Edith. "He is lucky that I do not have the moral high ground, because I let Colin fuck me before I got this picture. Thanks, Colin, you may have saved my marriage. Guys, please get your cocks hard, if you can."

Fortunately, our cocks were already very hard. We kneeled beside her, and she held our cocks so that both touched her mouth, one from each side. She gave me her phone and said, "Here, make a picture of that, then I can hold your cocks with both hands." I held the phone at arm's length and took a photo.

We admired the result. It was a very pornographic picture clearly showing Edith's face with our hard cocks touching her lips. Edith immediately sent it to Olaf, without comment. "That will teach him," she said.

"But we are not done yet." She looked at me, and said, "Now please FUCK ME, Anton. And Colin, try to gather some strength, and you can have a second round."

"I was saving my spunk for Anton's ass," he said, slightly disappointed.

"Forget my ass, Colin, it is not available."

"I will not clean Anton's sperm from my pussy," said Edith. "Then you can slosh around in his sperm. I hope that's gay enough for you! I hope you guys can fuck me all night!"

"Wow, you have suddenly become a filthy slut, Edith!"

"Filthy slut? Yeah, that's it! I am going to be a filthy slut all night. We will have crazy sex all night, and if your cocks are empty, we will call the neighbors for a gangbang! Yes, that is what I want! A gangbang! And we will put everything on video! And we post it on the internet. He will see twenty cocks going into his wife's pussy. And into my asshole. Or both! Yes, that's what I will do, I will have a DP, and film it. Can you guys do a DP? Or we do a bukkake with all the guys we can find."

"Calm down, Edith," I said.

"Calm down? I just started. I am going to be a filthy slut the rest of my life, and if you guys want me, you just come over to our house and fuck me right in front of Olaf. And I will force him to jack off his tiny weenie. And he will have to eat your spunk out of my pussy. And if you come over, Colin, you can fuck his ass. And if he refuses, it's divorce."

Then she broke down in tears, and I tried to console her. She put her head on my shoulder and cried. But her hand went down along my chest, and she found my cock. It had softened a bit, but she wanked it back to life in a very determined way.

"OK Anton, you are hard now. Come here, and give it to me. FUCK ME HARD! This is your chance to bring all your fantasies into reality."

"ALL my fantasies? We need much more than one night for that! Perhaps 1001 nights! But first, put that phone away. No more pictures, please. I am already worried that Olaf will make another mistake and send that two-cock picture to the wrong address. I think Anna is on his list of contacts. She may recognize my cock..."

I have indeed had lots of fantasies about having sex with Edith, but not in these circumstances. But I did use the opportunity without hesitation. I shoved my cock into Edith's still very well lubricated vagina.

Edith was ecstatic. "What a cock, Anton! Wow! After years of fumbling around with Olaf's tiny weenie, finally I have had some real cocks in my pussy. Two in a single night! It's like a dream!"

I started with a dozen slow hard thrusts, letting my cock get accustomed to its new environment. Meanwhile, Edith continued talking excitedly.

"Oh, Anton, if only you knew how often I have fantasized about this moment. I have masturbated thinking of you, and I usually think of you when I have sex with Olaf. Then he says, 'Honey, why are you so horny?'"

Both Edith and I got very emotional. I think I had some tears in my eyes, just because I had longed for this moment for so long. Edith was undoubtedly torn between several strong emotions, and she had some tears in her eyes as well. But of all those emotions, sheer happiness seemed to be the dominant one.

"I am so happy, Anton. Yes, please, continue with that rhythm. I love it!" she said," Fuck me all night long! Wow, I love those sideways movements."

"That's amazing, Edith. I have also been fantasizing about you during sex with Anna. And boy, have I masturbated thinking about you. Fantasizing about someone else while having sex with your wife? Is that adultery?"

"Everybody does that, Anton," said Colin. "At least that is what I have read somewhere. I was fantasizing about you while fucking Edith."

"Wow, this is a dream come true," I sighed. "So we have been fucking in fantasyland for years, Edith?"

"Yes, but sadly, one does not meet each other in fantasyland." She hugged me strongly, as if she wanted to keep me forever. We also kissed each other passionately. All the while, my hips were rhythmically pushing against hers. Colin was sitting next to us, focused on my vigorously thrusting buttocks. Occasionally, he looked between my legs to admire my balls slamming against Edith's buns.

"Do you like the show, Colin?" asked Edith. "I hope you don't feel left out."

"I love it. You guys are so cute when you are fucking! Sex is always great to watch, even if you are not participating. Last year I saw two lions fucking in the zoo. Of course, Greg and I watched until the end. It didn't take very long, by the way. But long enough for Greg to get an erection!"

"A lion and a... lioness, I guess?" I asked, gasping for breath.

"Yes, I would pay a huge amount of money to see two male lions fuck! May I touch you two, by the way?"

"Sure, go ahead," I said. "If Edith agrees."

"He is part of the team, said Edith. The Olaf Revenge team. Please be as filthy as possible, Colin."

Colin softly caressed any naked skin he had access to. Edith's tits, my ass, and of course my balls. My hand reached for his cock, and I stroked it for a while. Then I said, "Maybe I can suck it while I fuck Edith." He got on his knees next to me, and I managed to get my mouth around it. But I knew already that I was a poor cocksucker, and doing it while banging Edith made it even harder.

"He sees us as animals in a zoo, Edith," I said. "Maybe we should do a doggy to mate like two lions?"

"Anything you say, Anton." She took the doggy position, and I entered her from behind.

I roared like the famous MGM lion, and asked, "Is this more or less what you saw, Colin?"

"No, believe it or not, the lions were doing a missionary," said Colin. "But keep doing it. I love the show!"

"How do you like this, Edith?" I asked, "How does it compare to a gay guy fucking you?"

"Very well," said Edith, "your cock is identical to Colin's but your movements are not.... Aaah.... Oh, what you are doing now is even better. Keep doing that."

Then I had an idea to get Colin involved in the action. "We can do the spooning position," I told Edith. "That's probably the best for audience participation."

"Spooning, what's that?" asked Edith.

"You lie on your side, and I take you from behind."

"In my asshole? Oh yeah, that's filthy. That's what I want. But I thought you didn't do anal."

"Indeed, I don't do anal. I meant to fuck you in the vagina, but from behind. "

"Olaf and I have never done that," Edith said. "Is that even possible?"

"It is easy, unless you have a very small dick," I said. "Oh, I see, that may be the reason Olaf never tried that with you."

"Well, then we should most definitely give that a try."

"OK, then lie on your side, cutie."

She did, and I lay behind her. She reached out with her hand to put my penis in her vagina, but I said, "No, let Colin put it in!"

"Great," said Colin. "If I am the one who puts your cock into her vagina, it does not count as adultery, I guess?"

"Be serious, Colin. Take my cock and put it in!"

He took my cock, and I moved my ass a bit, and I entered Edith's pussy. I lifted Edith's leg a bit to put our joint genital area on full display. "Look Colin, this is the perfect position for you. My cock, my balls and Edith's clitoris. Please lick everything!"

"But..."

"No 'but'. I know what you want to say. You don't want to lick Edith's slimy cunt. But most of that is covered by my beautiful cock. You just have to lick her cute little clitoris, and you can lick my magnificent penis at the same time, while I fuck. We are going to bring this wonderful woman to orgasm again. Do it! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do it for Edith, to lift her spirits."

Colin made no more excuses. I started fucking and he started licking. Soon, we found a nice rhythm. Colin's tongue did not do all that much for me, but a lot more for Edith, because, against my expectations, he zealously focused on her clitoris.

"Do you like that, honey, am I doing it right? he asked.

"Aaaah yeah, it's divine, Colin. You seem to have a lot of experience in licking!"

"I do, my dear, I do. Ask Anton!"

I did my best to come after Edith did, to spare Colin the agony of having to lick my sperm from Edith's pussy. I did not expect him to enjoy that.

We succeeded! Edith started screaming like an excited chimpanzee, and spasms took control of her body. Colin stopped licking and moved his head away from our crotches to get a better view of the whole scene.

"Congratulations, Colin. You licked a lady to orgasm! One of the most important tasks of a gentleman."

"Well said, Anton," said Edith. "Now, please come inside me! I want to feel your hot semen!"

I accelerated my rhythm, and soon I squirted my semen inside Edith. It was a moment I had been fantasizing about for years.

But Edith was still horny or angry, I am not sure what. She was determined to continue behaving like a filthy slut. I knew that having sex the entire night would not be possible, but she was not in any mood to stop already,

"OK Colin, now it is your turn. My pussy is extra slimy now. Enjoy!" said Edith.

At first, Colin was not very keen on that. "Edith, you have the misconception that gay people like sperm. I certainly don't. So please wash your pussy first."

"Sorry Colin, I wanted to be as filthy as possible, but I will get Anton's semen out."

Edith returned with clean pussy, and she was smelling in a way I recognized: My favorite perfume, 'Vanguard Noir'. "Sorry, I borrowed some of your perfume. I thought a gay man would be attracted to a perfume for men."

I was puzzled, "A perfume for men is supposed to attract women. So maybe you should try that in your lesbian affairs."

"Never mind," said Colin. "She smells great! But I have to tell you something."

"We already know that you are gay, Colin," I said.

"You can use my anus instead of my vagina, if you prefer," said Edith. "Maybe that feels more gay to you. I am just a bit worried about the size of your dick. That little weenie of Olaf fits easily, but you have a real one!"

"That is not what I wanted to say, Edith. I wanted to tell you that I have a very large recovery time. So my cock may seem hard, but I if I try to put it into a butthole now, I will lose my erection very quickly. Greg thinks that because I produce so much spunk, it takes more time to fill up my reservoirs. Often, I need five hours to recover."

"Just my luck," said Edith. "I want a gangbang, and I end up with just two guys, and one of them is an impotent gay man!"

"Impotent?, Impotent??" Colin was angry, and I think his anger was real. "An hour ago I filled your pussy to the brim with sperm. I am sure no one ever gave you so much semen. So now you call me impotent because I can not do it again, on command?"

"Colin is right, Edith. That was a nasty remark," I said.

Edith started sobbing, "Oh, I am so sorry, Colin. I am not myself at the moment. Yes, that was nasty. How could I be such a bitch."

"OK, Edith, I accept your apology. Now, what are we going to do? Do you still want my cock in one of your holes?"

"Yes," sobbed Edith. "But I would be happy if you just got it hard enough to get it into my ass. I don't care if you lose your erection, Colin. I don't need your sperm. We are not trying to make anal babies. Just put that thing in my ass! Just for my feelings of revenge!"

"But how is it revenge if we do not film it and send the video to Olaf?" I asked.

"Perhaps 'revenge' is not the right word, Anton. What I meant was that because of my fear of committing adultery, I have abstained from realizing many of my fantasies for years. And now this is over. So I want wild, crazy, filthy sex all night. And a cock up my ass is a logical part of that. Please fuck my ass, Colin!"

"We should have done a DP," said Colin. "That's much more kinky. But now it is too late. One cock is out of action for a while, and the second cock is in low power mode. A DP requires two solid rock hard cocks that last a while."

"Yes, clearly this is the night for my first DP," said Edith. "But we can do that in the morning, after you have slept. But please fuck me in my ass now!"

"OK," said Colin, "Anton, do you have lubrication in your nightstand?"

"That's a rather personal question," I said, laughing out loud. "But unfortunately, the answer is no. Anna and I do not do anal. But I do have some bicycle grease in the basement. Will that do?"

"Very funny," said Edith. "But I want that cock! So stop making silly jokes."

"No problem," said Colin. "I am a professional ass fucker. So I always have a pot of lube in my backpack. I just have to go to the living room to get it."

He came back with a black plastic dispenser with the name "Fuck Sauce" on it.

"Show me your ass, Edith," he said.

Edith got into the doggy position, giggling nervously. Colin put a large amount of Fuck Sauce on her asshole, and masturbated his sagging cock back to life. He put some Fuck Sauce on it, and put it at the entrance of Edit's anus. I watched with great interest.

He pushed the tip of his cock in a little, and Edith said, "Careful, Colin, it hurts a bit. I am used to a much smaller one."

"To me, it feels nice," said Colin. "You are much tighter than Greg."

He started making some fuck motions, but soon he had to stop. "Sorry, Edith, that's all I can offer for now. I hope you liked it."

He pulled out his cock, which was indeed not very hard anymore. It was interesting to watch, but I remained unconvinced of the attraction of anal sex.

We spent the rest of the night partly awake and half asleep. Both Colin and I seemed to realize that we should get Edith back on her feet, somehow.

Edith's mind was totally messed up. As Colin would say, she had a slimy mess between her legs and another slimy mess between her ears. One moment, she was talking to me as if I were her lover. "Honey, it is so great that I have you to support me. I could make love to you all night, if you were able to. I love you honey. Why don't we get married?"

Then she was fantasizing about her revenge. "I imagine Olaf completely naked, with a dog mask and a leash. Then you and Colin ring the bell. I command him to open your pants and suck your cocks...."

"That's hard to do with a dog mask, Edith"

"OK, forget the dog mask. But when he has your cocks hard, we let him compare his cock to yours. And you humiliate him, OK? You say, 'what is that ridiculous tiny worm between your legs?' And then you fuck me in my pussy, and Colin fucks him in the ass. And he has to lick all your sperm from my pussy."

She was obsessed with the latter idea. But I knew this would never happen. I had not seen Olaf for more than a year, but we used to be friends. It was unthinkable that I would humiliate him because of his penis size. In addition, I felt some male solidarity with him. Would I have been able to resist that cute Italian lady with those magnificent tits? Especially if she begged me to fuck her? Yes, sending the photo was stupid, but without the photo, it was just a standard case of adultery that happens thousands of times every day.

How would I react if Anna sent me a fuck-selfie with Ronald? The thought that Ronald might be fucking her right now did not bother me that much, but an actual photo is very confronting. It would hit me emotionally, I am sure.

Colin was thinking similar things, but said them out loud. "Come on, Edith, stop being so obsessed with revenge on Olaf. He committed adultery, so what? Doesn't everybody do that? It's just that normally, you do not get a photo of it. I cannot possibly humiliate Olaf. He was a friend of both me and Anton. And his cock is not as tiny as you say, Edith"

"How do you know? You have had sex with him?" I asked.

"We played squash together a few years ago. Afterwards, we showered together. Of course my cock got hard, and when he saw that, his cock got hard as well. It is smaller than ours, but is not by any means a micro-penis. It is a decent cock. Well, perhaps 'decent' is a bad choice of words now, but it is normal in size. He does not produce as much sperm as I do, but apparently, I am exceptional."

"So you saw him ejaculate? So you did have sex with him then?"

"We jacked each other off, is that sex? It is almost a moral obligation if you see another guy with a hard-on. But I don't think he is gay."

I think I did not sleep at all that night. I had Colin on my left and Edith on my right, and at any time, one of them was awake and interacting with me. I had hands playing with my cock almost the entire night. It went through all stages of erection.

I admired Edith when she was asleep. A gorgeous naked body of a woman about whom I have fantasized for years. I could not get enough of those wonderful tits, and that pussy, a bit messy perhaps, but still a thing of beauty for me. I looked at her face much longer than I would feel comfortable with when she is awake. And of course I touched all these beautiful parts of the female anatomy whenever she was awake, and we kissed passionately many times, and for a long time.

On my other side was Colin. I admired his body as well. His abdomen, his tight ass, and especially his cock. It was identical to mine, so of course it was a beauty. I loved it when it was limp, and I loved it when it was hard. I also kissed Colin on the mouth without any hesitation. I had never expected that this was something I might like. But I had become bisexual overnight. It just doubles your options for sexual pleasure.

At around six in the morning, Colin had a massive erection. So I whispered in his ear, "I would like to see that huge ejaculation of yours. Do you think that might be possible?"

"Sure," he said. "But prepare some paper towels. We can try the soft licking method in the 69 position again, which we did not finish last time." We moved quietly in the 69 position, opposite to last time for variation. I was on my back, and Colin placed his cock on my face. And we started licking. Just licking, no sucking because that makes too much noise.

My tongue explored his entire cock from tip to perineum and back, and he did the same with me. As Colin predicted, it took a long time, but finally I heard some masculine growls.

"Don't put it in your mouth! You will suffocate." He rotated to lie on his back and started squirting, trying to avoid making sounds. And after the first load, he squirted once more, and another time. It was indeed a total of five massive squirts, as I suspected already when he dumped it all inside Edith.

We cleaned it up and then Colin started licking my cock back to life. He jacked me off, and I squirted my normal volume of semen on my belly, where it mostly collected in my belly button. I felt a bit less of a man than Colin. His huge amount of spunk and the many times he squirted made him look extremely masculine. I was even a bit envious, although it was not very practical to be like him. All this sperm, and no possibility to make babies!

We had not noticed that Edith had woken up, and was quietly watching us. When I ejaculated, she said, "Well, I guess there goes my DP...."

"Sorry, Edith," said Colin. "But I think your problem is not going to be alleviated by having more sex."

"You are right," said Edith. "I need to think right now." It was about seven in the morning. We talked a bit more, trying to get Edith in a better mood, and we fell asleep again.

In the morning, Edith finally looked at her phone to see what Olaf had written. He explained that Chiara was participating in an internet hype called "cock hunting," where women tried to post as many pictures as possible of different cocks in their pussies. Her phone was out of battery power, so he made the picture for her, in order to send it to her later, and delete it as soon as possible. She twisted his arm to make this picture with her. But when he tried to send it to her, his phone helpfully suggested the last address he had used. He clicked "send", and then he realized his mistake.

"So honey, it is not what you think," he added. She showed us the message.

"Not what I think!" Edith shouted. "So now it's Chiara's fault, or his phone's fault, and he is just a victim? But his cock was inside her pussy, right?"

But then there was another message from Olaf. "By the way, I am sure you realized that I was not actually fucking her, of course. You know I would never do that! Chiara and I made this photo together on my phone, using AI, using real pictures of her face. The tits are fake, of course. You can make amazing tits with AI! But if you look carefully, you will see that Chiara has six fingers on her right hand. We were unable to fix that. Isn't it pretty amazing that you can do all this on a phone these days? Just sitting outside on a terrace on a warm evening? Of course we were cheating the cock hunting competition by using AI, but isn't everyone cheating these days?"

Then followed another message from Olaf. "Wow, Edith, I did not know that you were so good with AI. Great joke! But, pro tip, next time use two different cocks. Just shaving the balls of one of them using AI is not good enough. You cannot fool a pro that way. Love you, honey!" This was followed by numerous kiss emojis.

Edith broke down in tears. "Oh, Olaf, what have I done to you. I didn't trust you, and I betrayed you. And I behaved like a filthy slut with these two guys."

I consoled her. "There is no damage, Edith. As long as he doesn't discover that the cock photo is real, and not AI. And we had great sex, all three of us. By the way, you said you recognized the mole on his leg. How is that possible?"

We examined the photo again, and Edith said, "He has that mole on the other leg."

"Are you sure this is not a mirror image?"

"Yes, he has a scar on the same leg as the mole, and there is no scar in the picture. I was so convinced it had to be him that I got carried away by my anger."

We scrutinized the photo a bit longer, and soon we found plenty of AI artifacts. For example, on closer inspection, the guy had three balls. This photo was fake, beyond any doubt. If I were Edith, I would probably still wonder what Olaf and Chiara were thinking when they were making this raunchy picture together, but I guess that kind of activity does not count as adultery.

We all lay down on the bed a little longer to let everything sink in. Then Colin said that he had to leave, because he wanted to pick something up at home before going to the office. Edith and I gave him a warm hug, and he thanked us for the wonderful night, saying, "Thanks for taking me out of my comfort zone, and urging me to fuck out of the box. The sex was great, but don't have any illusions, I am still very gay. It is a matter of love, not sex."

"We will continue loving you the way you are," said Edith, and I agreed wholeheartedly.

I decided to take a day off to clean up and wash the bed sheets. Most sperm was in lots of sheets of Kleenex in the trash bin, but there were certainly a few stains that would be hard to explain to Anna. I also made sure to empty the trash.

Edith and I had breakfast together. I had a rather awkward feeling, something I needed to discuss with her.

"Edith," I said, "I have to apologize. I feel bad. I think I took advantage of your emotional state after you got that AI image from Olaf."

"You don't have to apologize for anything," said Edith. "I told you, no, I ORDERED you to fuck me, and knowing what I know now, we were both yearning for this moment. I had great sex with you and Colin!"

She paused for a moment and seemed to look for the right words.

Then she said, "Maybe I am the one who should apologize, for resisting. Why did I make such a big deal about it? I was behaving like a nun! Like a conservative, who only believes in sex within marriage. It was just sex, nothing more. I have always been a liberal woman who believes in free sex, and now, when it becomes reality, I run into a mental block."

"Well, you were protecting your marriage, Edith. That's not a bad thing."

"Yes, and for that reason, we should not make a habit of doing this. We may fall in love, and then our marriages are in real danger."

We held hands for a while, silently, just looking each other in the eyes.

"I think I already started falling in love with you, Edith," I said.

She got a tear in her eyes and sobbed, "Me too, Anton." We hugged and kissed emotionally. I also got a few tears in my eyes, and I am not even sure if they were tears of joy, sadness, or some other emotion.

We finished breakfast, and she left to go to work. I had the feeling she would have difficulties concentrating that day.

Just as Edith had left, a message from Anna appeared on my phone. "Everything OK here. Ronald just left, and I will stay here one more night as planned. By the way".

It looked like she had pressed "send" by mistake, and I waited for the continuation of that message. I saw on my screen "Anna is typing", but for minutes, nothing came in. Then, finally, I saw her next message: "The guest bed is quite narrow."

I thought, "I know that Anna. Please get to the point." I decided not to call her because I had a feeling of where this was going, and I was kind of sadistically enjoying the emotional struggle on the other side.

Then I got the message, "I had to share it with Ronald."

I thought, "No, you didn't. One of you could have slept on the sofa."

Again, I saw "Anna is typing," and then "He had no pajamas with him."

"OK, so he slept in his underpants," I thought.

"And he said his underpants were smelling bad," was Anna's next message, and then, "So he had to sleep naked."

That was just about the worst excuse I had ever heard for getting into bed naked with a woman. Now there was another long silence. Then, "Well, you get the idea."

I replied, "No, I don't."

She replied, "You idiot. We fucked."

Now that the truth was out, she was finally less choked up, and she could type again.

"I was feeling sorry for him. But it was my initiative. He got an erection, and I could not resist. It was very nice."

I replied, "Glad to hear that."

I had already typed, "I just fucked Edith, and it was great," but I did not click "send". To provide proper context, I would need to tell the whole story about Olaf's erroneously-sent fake fuck-selfie, and explain that Edith begged me to fuck her as revenge. And even that would be dishonest, because if Edith would have asked me to fuck her without any excuse, I would have done it anyway.

I decided to tell her later. But so far, I never did.

Anna's next message was. "But you are superior to Ronald in all respects. I hope you are not angry because you implicitly gave me permission when we discussed a possible threesome. I love you very much, honey."

That was a very liberal interpretation of our threesome discussion, but I was not angry. In fact, I was relieved. Now we were even in disloyalty, though not in honesty. We decided to call each other, and she thanked me emotionally for my understanding.

Epilogue

As I expected, Olaf had a closer look at the two-cock picture and realized that it was real, and not AI. So Edith had some explaining to do. Olaf and Edith had a huge fight after he returned from Rome. But Edith, Colin, and I had been thinking ahead, and we had invented a plausible story. Edith told Olaf that this particular night, she had been invited for dinner by Colin and Greg, and spent the night in their guest bedroom. Olaf does not know Greg, so he did not know he was in India at that time. Her story is that when Olaf's fuck-selfie appeared on her phone she thought it was real, and got so angry that she asked Colin and Greg to take out their cocks, make them hard, and make a photo, which she then sent to Olaf. Since Colin and Greg are gay, it was plausible that she did not have sex with them. Olaf was still a bit angry that Edith saw their cocks, but then Edith was angry at Olaf for making an AI fuck-selfie with a self-declared cock-hunter. In the end, they made peace and are still having their regular threesomes with Mirjam.

With the help of Olaf, Edith found Chiara's cock-hunter webpage but discovered that she had been banned for using illegal AI-generated photos.

When she returned, Anna gave me bonus points for having washed the sheets. She said that she was going to wash them next weekend, but that I was a wonderful husband for taking that work out of her hands. She said that she did not understand where all the boxes of Kleenex had gone. Anna and I had sex like we hadn't had in years, and at some point she told me, perhaps jokingly, "Now we have to find someone for you to have extramarital sex with, to get even. How about Edith? You like her a lot, right?" I replied that I was shocked by her immorality. "You know very well that Edith is married to Olaf."

A week later, Colin asked me if I was still interested in a nice massage. I said, "Sure," and he proposed a duo massage with Greg. I told Anna about it, and she just smiled. "A massage by two gay guys, huh? Sure, your back hurts! I hope you have a happy ending!" She understood everything and was OK with it.

The gay duo massage was a success, and we do it regularly now. Greg has a bigger cock than Colin and is also the dominant man. He is much more obviously gay. They made jokes about ass-fucking, of course, but Greg insisted that they respect me as a straight guy who just wanted some cock-play from time to time. They had a whole cupboard full of kitchen paper, and we used quite a lot of that. They promised that one day I could watch them have sex, just as Colin watched me and Edith.

When I returned from my massage with a big smile on my face, Anna asked me, "A few weeks ago, my friend Sabine offered me a 'very special massage', as she called it. I guess you don't object to that." Indeed, I did not. Now both Anna and I have some regular same-sex adventures next to our marriage, and we are both very happy with that arrangement.

I still have tea with Colin and Edith from time to time. We never discussed our hot night together, and I don't think we will ever repeat it.

All three couples, Olaf and Edith, Colin and Greg, and Anna and I, are still happy together.