Neighbour's Son Comes to Stay Ch. 03 Finale

This is the final part of this particular story. I'd advise anyone who's arrived here by accident to read the first two chapters before they get involved with this part. Doing that will give you some context and a solid understanding of just how desperate I was to turn fantasy into reality.

I've tried to be as true as possible to what actually happened. Some parts, I remember better than others and I'll focus on them. I don't remember the exact conversations, but I do remember the gist of them. Without a doubt it was the longest period of almost constant sexual activity that I've experienced -- virtually all day, every day for about 6 weeks.

Update

For those of you that can't be bothered reading the previous chapters, the basics that you need to know are that this all happened in the summer of 2023. The hottest summer on record in the UK. My ex-husband Jon had, by necessity, moved back into the house for what was to be a short time while he got himself back on his feet. We had been fucking since the day he came back. About a week after that started, Marcus came to stay with us for a two month period. He was the son of an American neighbour family. The family had returned to the States and Marcus had to graduate from Uni before returning to join them.

I wanted Marcus from the first moment I saw him. He was a beautiful black guy, 22 years old and massively built and I was super horny. I was having sex for the first time in a year and I was on a course of HRT which had sent my libido through the roof. I was 37 at the time.

The final bit you need to know is that my ex-husband has always got off on me teasing other men. That theme had always played a large part in our sex-life. It was a win-win. He loved talking about it and I loved doing it. I have been teasing men deliberately since I was about 19, long before I met Jon. At university, in the office at work, on the beach, on public transport, when I was out in bars and nightclubs I'd always looked for opportunities. The kind of stuff I'm talking about is flashing stockings, panties, tits and pussy, entertaining tradesmen visitors to the house, being slutty in a bedroom at parties or even the occasional bit of public masturbation and sex.

The challenge isn't getting the attention. Modestly ???? I'm good-looking, (naughty rather than beautiful) keep myself fit and have 36 FF tits. I have a huge collection of short skirts, tight dresses, stockings, hold-ups, see-thru underwear and boots / shoes with stiletto heels. The main challenge has been that ever since I met Jon, he has wanted me to tease - but only so far. Many, many times, I've got myself into a complete state letting some guy see my stocking-tops in the office, look up my skirt in a bar, grope my arse on a dancefloor, or even slide his hand up between my thighs only for Jon to step in to prevent anything more happen. Over the years, I grudged that more and more as I realised it was only one of us who was getting what they wanted. As time went on I realised he wanted me to be half a hot-wife, while increasingly I wanted to go the whole way.

Since Marcus had come to stay at the house, Jon had been encouraging me to tease him, especially while he was out at work. While Jon and I were fucking, he'd be suggesting what I could wear around the house, how I should act and he'd get off on me agreeing to wear a see-thru robe, or a sheer body-stocking -- all to tease Marcus. He'd call me from the office to make sure I was wearing what I'd promised the night before. He asked me to send pictures and I could tell he was really into this. His suggestions became filthier and filthier over a very short period of time. He could sense that I was really up for it. His focus turned to getting me to imagine Marcus's cock. Imagine how big it might be. Imagine making it hard. Imagine Marcus wanking at night listening to me cum in the room next door. Imagine sucking on his big cock.

He was right. The thought of all these things got me really horny. As we were fucking, these were exactly the things I was fantasising about. The difference this time was that I fully intended to do something about it. Jon was my ex, not my husband. He had cheated on me and left me with the kids. I think he still believed I'd be the faithful wife who would cum at the thought of doing filthy things, but who wouldn't follow through. What he didn't know was almost from day 1, I was ahead of him. I was desperate for Marcus and I was almost certain also from day 1 that this feeling was reciprocated.

I'd caught Marcus having a good look at my tits a few times. Once or twice I'd gone braless so my dark brown nipples were clearly visible to him. I'd worn a very short tennis skirt once while serving him cold drinks in his bedroom where he studied during the day. I noticed him looking at my thighs as I poured him his drink These small things were enough to send me to my bed for a quick wank. The main thing however was I suspected Marcus had been in my bedroom, more specifically in my underwear drawer. I'm particular about how I keep that drawer. Panties neatly folded, stockings at the side and my sex-toys covered by body-stockings and bras at the back. Someone had been in that drawer and hadn't tided up properly after them. The only person that had been home that day while I was out was Marcus. Instead of being annoyed, I was secretly thrilled. He was into me. Even worse or better, depending on how you look at it, he'd had access to my sex and fantasy diary, which was hidden in there. The latest entry had been all about him and what I fantasised about doing with him.

That finding had given me the confidence I needed. When Jon made me cum, either fucking me or eating my pussy in bed at night, I didn't try to stifle my screams. I wanted Marcus to hear me. I'd started dressing for Marcus. I'd let him see me in a bikini. Tits bursting through the top and the bottoms pulled very tight against my pussy. I'd worn a tight white t-shirt and tiny jeans shorts for him whilst helping him with some Finance studies, our thighs occasionally brushing against each other under his desk. However the most extreme thing I'd done, and best of all, I'd wanked for him whilst I was sunbathing in the back garden. To put that in context, I'd thought Marcus was at the gym while I lay on my sunbed -- then I saw the curtains in his bedroom move. I'd already been playing with my pussy lying there in the heat. The thought of him watching had driven me wild. I had wanked myself to a huge orgasm, 99% sure he was watching me and at the same time having some form of deniable plausibility. I wanted him to think he'd caught me, rather than me putting on a show.

Then to bring things completely up to date, the following day, I'd worn nothing but a completely sheer gussetless body-stocking and waited for him to come down to the kitchen for breakfast. I pretended to be ironing a skirt and blouse for a fictional business meeting. That was the day fantasy turned to reality. I was virtually naked in front of him for about 20 minutes. My pussy was pounding and I could barely breathe as I saw his cock stiffening under a tight pair of white boxers. We went outside to sunbathe, me still in the bodystocking, him absolutely massive in his tight white shorts. He offered to apply sun-cream and suggested I remove my body-stocking so it didn't get messed up. As soon as I agreed, he had taken complete control. He obviously knew I wanted him, whether from my teasing or from my sex diary or just that I was willing to stand there naked in front of him, lust written all over my face. There was a sudden and noticeable change in character as in quick succession he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock, then lie on the sunbed and wank for him, all of which I did in a kind of daze, then he'd straddled me, wanking his big cock and spunked over my face and tits.

The whole thing was over in minutes -- in that short time I had moved from the one being in control, teasing him, tempting him, to the one being under control. He told me to go upstairs, clean up and wait for him. He came up a few minutes later, cock hard and ready to go again. I didn't realise at the time, but this was only the start. I was already completely wanton. I knew I'd do anything he asked -- just as long as he would fuck me. I'm submissive by nature, I like taking orders, I can cum on demand but I was completely unprepared for what this 22 year old beautiful black boy would do to me over the next 6 weeks. It was the perfect mix of domination, submission, exhibitionism and voyeurism. Definitely the best sexual experience of my life.

The first fuck

I lay on the bed waiting for him. Nervous and excited. I was naked, legs open keeping myself on edge by slowly but firmly stroking my clit. I remember hearing him reach the top of the stairs and walking along the hall. I moved my hand away from my pussy so he could see just how ready I was.

He came into the room, cock reaching out in front of him.

"You ready to fuck?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Well say it then."

"I want to fuck."

"You've been ready for days haven't you?"

It wasn't really a question. He knew how much I wanted him. He was making sure I knew that he knew just how horny I'd been for him.

"Could you not tell?" I asked.

I could see his cock stiffening as he walked towards the bed. It was big, very big.

He took it in his hand, pulling backwards and forwards on his foreskin.

"Think you can manage it? Think your pussy can take it?"

I didn't know how to respond. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted his cock inside me.

I've never begged for a cock before and this was the second time in a day. I was completely desperate.

"You want it now?"

I didn't say anything, I reached down with both hands and pulled my pussy-lips apart. I knew it was soaking and open. Hungry for him.

He crawled on to the bed until he was kneeling between my spread legs. Still working his cock, making it fully erect. He got on top of me, his cock halfway up my tummy.

"Put it in," he growled.

He raised himself on his elbows and I reached down with both hands and guided his cock to my hole. And then he slid it in. I can honestly say I've never felt anything like it in my life. The pure relief of finally having him inside me, the exquisite pain as my pussy stretched to cope with his enormous girth.

Then he started fucking me. I came almost immediately.

"I haven't even started yet. You gonna cum for me again?"

"Yeah.... don't stop."

"This is gonna be a long fuck. I want your cunt exhausted by the time I've finished with you."

That set me off again.

"Go on then, fuck me. Make me cum."

He teased me, mixing it slow and steady, with hard and fast. He had his tongue in my mouth, kissing me frantically and I was loving it. I could feel another orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum again."

"Go on slut, cum on my cock," he said.

I always get off on that kind of filthy talk. I also loved the command. I responded immediately.

Another big cum.

"You love it when I talk dirty don't you?" he asked. "I've been listening to you and Jon fucking every night. Heard you cum. Heard him talking filth to you. What does he say?"

He was back up on his elbows now, looking me directly in the eye.

"Tell me," he whispered. "What does he say to make you cum?"

I hesitated. I know I was fucking the guy. But how honest did I want to be. To tell him that my own husband, although my ex, was encouraging me to think about fucking other men.

"Loads of stuff. He normally talks about things we've done, or things I've done. He calls me names. I love that. It makes me feel filthy... hot... sexy... really gets me going."

"Has he talked about me?"

I should've known this was coming. Marcus sensed my hesitation and picked up the pace, fucking me more firmly.

"Tell me," he demanded.

Once again that was enough. My pussy was doing the talking for me.

"Yeah. A lot," I admitted.

"What kind of things?" he asked. "Tell me."

"He wants me to tease you. To dress for you. Get you horny. Make myself horny."

"Does he want you to suck my cock.... to fuck me?"

All the while he was sliding his solid cock slowly in and out of my hole.

"No, I don't think so. He likes to think about it. He likes me to think about it. He likes to make me cum thinking about it." I stopped, wondering how much to share. "But I don't think he actually wants me to do anything. There have been a few times, when I've been out, teasing and flirting, getting really turned on. But anytime it looks like I might be getting too interested in taking it further, if he's there he'll step in and stop it."

"What if he's not there. Do you fuck other men?"

"No, not since I met Jon. No, I've never taken it that far."

"What's the furthest you've gone?"

"Kissing, groping. I once let a guy finger me on the dance-floor. I had my arms round his neck, a slow dance. He finger-fucked me right there. I came. Then about five minutes later Jon came in and we went home."

"Did you tell him what had happened?"

"I told him, I'd been teasing the guy. That I'd let him see my stockings. That I'd soaked my knickers."

"I want you to think about that guy fingering your pussy right now. Close your eyes. Remember how you were dancing. Remember his hand finding your pussy. Were you wearing panties?"

"Yeah, I told you, they were soaking."

Marcus was picking up the speed again. His cock was pushing deeper into my pussy. I could tell he was getting excited.

"Remember his fingers in your hole, rubbing your clit."

I was remembering. The guy hadn't bothered with my clit. My pussy had been absolutely dripping and he had worked at least two, probably three fingers in. That's what had made me cum. Being finger-fucked in the middle of a busy dance-floor. I remembered having to bury my face in his chest to stifle the noise.

"Cum for me now, thinking about it."

I could feel the fucking getting harder. He was pounding me. I was losing control. Marcus kept talking. He was talking for both of us. He wasn't only doing it for my benefit. He was getting more excited too.

"We've got loads of time over the next few weeks. I want you to go out and cock-tease other men. The difference between me and Jon is that I'm not going to stop you fucking other guys. I'm going to watch you teasing them, watch you letting them kiss you, tongue in your mouth, hands all over you."

He paused, looking deep into my eyes. "You up for that?" he asked.

I moaned in response.

"Yeah, yeah if you want me to do it, I'll do it."

"It's not about me though is it?" he growled. "It's about you being able do everything you've always wanted to. It's about you spreading your legs, sucking cock, being a greedy slut."

Nobody had ever talked to me like this before, not even Jon. Nobody had ever fucked me like he was fucking me and nobody had ever turned me on as much in my life. My cum was starting to build, I knew it was going to be big.

"You want that, don't you. Tease them, talk filth with them, show them your tits and pussy, let them know how much you love sex, kiss them, let them feel your big tits, let them finger and eat your pussy. Imagine being allowed to fuck anyone you want. Imagine me watching you fuck. Imagine going out every day, dressed for fucking, looking for men to use your starving pussy."

I came and came. Huge, powerful waves of orgasm. I was screaming while he pounded me.

"Don't you?" "Go on admit it."

"YES, YES," I screamed. "I want it. Fuck me, don't stop"

I was still cumming.

"You'll fuck whoever I tell you to won't you?"

I couldn't stop cumming. I just nodded my head like a mad woman.

I looked up into his eyes. They were almost completely dilated with pure, filthy lust. He started moaning, he was close.

"I'll fuck anyone you want me to. I'll do anything you want."

That was enough for Marcus. He called me a filthy cunt once more, before he emptied himself into my throbbing pussy.

We lay for about 30 minutes in silence. Both of us were spent. Sweat was dripping off us. I was aware of his cum leaking out of my pussy. Post-coital bliss was suddenly shattered.

"Fuck, what was the time?"

I looked over at the bedside clock 3.50pm.

"Shit!"

The boys needed to be picked up. I started to panic. I had to shower, change the bed, get dressed and drive to the school in about ten minutes. There was no way I could make it.

Marcus looked at me.

"Get Jon to pick them up."

"But, fuck. What can I say I've been doing? Why am I not able to pick them up?"

"I want you to tell him you got yourself really horny, showing off for me. That you saw my cock getting hard. Tell him you've been in bed wanking for the last two hours thinking about it. Tell him you're hungry for a fuck."

And that's what I did. I called Jon. He, of course, wanted all the detail, so I gave him a taster, I made up a story about wearing my bikini. (I didn't want him to know that I'd worn the see-thru body-stocking. I think that would've been too much for him.) How I'd let Marcus look at me. How I'd noticed his erection. How big it looked and that I'd had to go to bed to wank before things got out of hand.

Marcus helped change the bed. I had a shower. Jon would be expecting a session and nervous tho I was, I was completely elated. I'd finally got what I wanted.

As we finished making the bed, Marcus came over to me. He put both hands on my shoulders. At first I thought he was going to push me down on to my knees. I panicked. I was just about to tell him we didn't have time for any more.

"You need to know I'm absolutely serious about fucking you every day, but I want you to keep fucking Jon too. We'll do our own thing. I've read your fantasy diary. I know all the things you have dreamt of doing and I'm gonna help you do them. You up for that?"

To say that all came out as bolt from the blue would be an understatement. We didn't have time to discuss things there and then -- Jon would be back any moment.

He'd read my diary. FUCK!!

He wanted me to keep fucking Jon. I hadn't expected that. In fact I'd been worried the opposite would have been true. It would have been difficult to explain to Jon why I was suddenly no longer interested in sex.

But the thing that really made me think -- Marcus wanted to take me out to show off for other men too. I wondered if it was true, or whether it was just sex-talk.

"You up for that?" he asked again.

All I could manage was..

"OK let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

But Marcus wasn't finished.

"The other thing is that I want you to make sure that Jon understands just how much you want to fuck me. Eventually I want him to let you fuck me. It might take a while to get him to agree but what I want is that he actually encourages you. I know you love the idea of fucking in front of an audience. Maybe Jon will be that audience."

So things became clearer suddenly - he wanted me to cuckold Jon. Get him to accept that his wife, would be fucking a guy almost half her age. I felt like I was about to faint. My mind was racing, my heart was thumping. It was as if he had already planned this out.

"Remember, I want to hear you fucking him," he went on. "I want you to think of me while you fuck him. When he talks dirty to you, I want you to cum, but only when he's talking about me. From now on the only dirty talk you respond to is when he talks about you teasing me, dressing for me, touching me, sucking my cock, taking my cock up your pussy and ass. If he talks about anything else, don't respond. Let him get used to the fact that thinking about me makes you cum. That he needs to talk about me to make you cum. Make sure he knows you don't just want to tease me, you want everything else too. OK?"

"Yeah, ok. I can do that." I nodded, although I wasn't completely convinced. I couldn't really look him in the eye.

Marcus had obviously planned this whole conversation. The details in the diary had told him what kind of things I was into. He knew from the diary and first-hand, how I enjoyed flashing and teasing. He'd heard me cummimg night after night with Jon and now it sounded like he wanted a bit of revenge on Jon. I wondered if he had been jealous, lying in bed, listening to us fuck.

Just as we finished talking we heard the front door opening. Marcus was still in my bedroom, completely naked. Huge thick cock hanging between his legs. He turned and padded softly out into the hallway and into his room.

All I had on was a towel, following my shower. I heard Jon coming up the stairs. I knew what he'd be looking for. He would want to know what had happened.

"Tell me all about it. I want the detail."

I had to buy some time to get my story straight. I sat down on the bed and looked up at him.

"I'm so fucking horny. Give me your cock, I'll suck you off and tell you all about it later tonight.... It was good... very good."

It took about 30 seconds before I was swallowing a load of Jon's cum.

"Dress for dinner," he said.

"What do you want me to wear?" I asked.

"Something slutty, stockings, no panties."

All through dinner, I sat, slutty and ready. Marcus was sitting in his usual position. Directly opposite me, Jon beside me. His hand moving casually between my thighs.

Jon was insistent -- trying to get into my pussy.

I pushed his hand away -- it was embarrassing. My pussy was ready, but I didn't want to let Jon sense my complete wantoness.

My mind was whirling. My cunt was soaking. Jon knew that there had been some form of change in my relationship with Marcus, but he didn't know the detail.

After dinner, Jon went outside for a cigarette. I stood up to clear the table.

As soon as Jon had left the room, Marcus was on me. He bent me over the dining table, pulled my skirt up to my waist and fucked me from behind.

I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd tried. I came, hand over mouth, as he pumped me.

"Remember what I told you," he said. It sounded almost threatening.

By the time Jon came back, Marcus and I were sat back in our chairs, I could feel my cunt leaking his cum. I was in a panic. A wet pussy and a cum-loaded cunt are two very different things.

About half-an-hour later, Jon went outside for another cigarette. And I took the opportunity to disappear to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Returning to the table, Marcus and Jon were chatting quietly. I sat down, desperately trying to appear as though there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on.

Marcus stretched his leg, underneath the table and started massaging my cunt with his shoe. Jon was sitting right beside me, oblivious to the fact that I was getting wanked off by Marcus's size 12 feet.

I think this was probably the dirtiest I'd ever felt in my life. All it would take was for Jon to reach out for my thighs and he would find a hard leather sole between my spread legs. There could be no excuse.

For the first time since Marcus had come to live with us, he didn't shoot off to bed immediately dinner was finished. He sat there, engaged in earnest conversation with Jon, as I held his foot between my legs, guiding it to hit my clit.

Jon went to the loo, Marcus didn't waste any time.

"Go to bed and fuck him. I want to hear you cum,"

It is almost shameful thinking about it now, but I was completely under his spell.

"Remember, only respond to me. If he talks about anything else, blank it. If he mentions me, let yourself go. Let him know you want to fuck me."

Eventually we left the table, Marcus moved first

"'I've got a bit of studying to do, then I'll be off to bed."

Sitting on the sofa, Jon's hand was between my legs immediately.

"Tell me about today." Jon demanded.

My cunt was soaking. There was no way I could deny how horny I was.

"I don't remember all the detail," I whispered.

"Yeah you do. Tell me."

My mind was in a whirl as I tried to manage a situation in my head. Looking back on it, I don't know why I didn't just tell Jon there and then that I'd fucked Marcus. I think I was trying to pretend that I was his slut, not anybody else's slut. I've no idea why.

"Let's go to bed." Was the best I could manage.

There was no way Jon was going to let it go. As soon as we were in bed, he was all over me.

"Tell me about today."

"There's not so much to tell," I responded. Weakly.

"Did you show off for him?"

"I told you, I wore my bikini all day."

"Go on."

"There's not so much more... I just noticed that his bulge got a lot bigger."

"Uh hu.."

We were in the kitchen... I gave him a show. Let him look at my tits."

"You are filthy. Go on."

Jon was sliding his cock in and out of me as he continued to look for more detail.

"I went to the toilet and pulled my bikini bottoms tighter to my pussy"

"Was there a camel-toe?"

Jon knew all the right buttons to press. He was rubbing my clit as he fucked me.

I was struggling to differentiate between fantasy and reality.

"Did you let him see your cunt?"

"No.... not directly."

"Go on."

"When I was in the loo, I made sure that my bikini was pulled tight against my pussy."

"You filthy slut. How did he react?"

I was losing it. I knew I was about to cum.

"He was wearing a tight pair of boxers. I think he got a hard-on. "

"You think, or you know?"

"I know... I could see it."

"Big?"

"Huge." I breathed.

I came then. Fucking screamed it out so Marcus would know.

Jon could tell I was way beyond normal state. He pounded me and asked for more detail. I gave him nothing, but in my head all I could think about was Marcus. His huge black cock. The way he had fucked my mouth, treated me like shit and yet I'd spread my legs for him so he could empty himself into my willing cunt.

"Eat my pussy Jon. Eat it."

"You not want my cock?" he asked

"I do, but lick my clit, please -- then you can tell me what to wear tomorrow."

I felt really guilty. But not for long. Jon sucked on my clit and spanked my pussy and I had a fantastic orgasm, thinking about Marcus fucking my mouth. Moaning as loudly as I could, I let Marcus know that I was delivering for him.

The next morning, I awoke, horny. It was almost unbelievable. My cunt was soaking. I knew Marcus wanted me to fuck Jon and cum. Jon was still asleep. I slid down under the duvet and took his soft cock in my mouth. I wanked him softly against my lips. He began to stir as I got his whole length into my mouth. His cock began to grow. He was awake.

"What do you want me to wear today?"

His cock was hardening in my hand.

"Tell me what to do. I'll wear whatever you want,"

I pulled on his cock. He was getting ready to fuck.

"Tell me." I whispered. "I'll do what you want."

"Ride me. Get on top."

I climbed across him. Sat up and grabbed his cock.

I rode him.

"Tell me what you want me to do today,,,, I want to tease him. Get his cock hard."

"Wear your see thru blouse..... and a black g-string. Can you do that?"

"Mmmmm, yeah I can. Do you want a photo?"

He came almost immediately. I came about 5 seconds later.

I dressed as Jon had described. I made breakfast for everyone, a robe on top to preserve some decency.

"As soon as I'm on my own, this robe's coming off. You ok with that?"

I could sense he was a little taken aback with how direct I'd been.

"I just want to tease him, get his cock hard. Imagine if he wanks himself thinking about me. I'll send you a picture if you'd like"

I knew that would get him going. I gave his cock a quick squeeze as he collected his briefcase on the way out the door.

Two minutes later, I took my robe and blouse off. I wandered about the kitchen, wearing only my g-string. Marcus came down. Naked. It was only a minute later he was fucking me on the kitchen table.

"I heard you cumming this morning. Good?"

"Yeah, fucking great."

"What were you thinking about?"

I grinned. I knew what he wanted me to say.

"Don't fucking laugh bitch! What were you thinking about?"

He had his big hand around my throat. I could tell by the look in his eyes and the fact that he had stopped fucking me that he was deadly serious.

"I thought about you."

"Tell me exactly."

"I came, thinking about you fucking me."

"How was I fucking you?"

"From the back."

"And?"

"I was sucking Jon's cock while you fucked me."

"You filthy slut. Is that what you thought about when you came?"

"Yeah," I lied.

All I'd been thinking about while I'd ridden Jon's cock was Marcus. His big, thick cock and him spunking all over my face but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

We fucked three times that day. I sent a photo to Jon. Topless, in bed, with one of my toys buried deep in my pussy.

Accompanying text "Did what you asked. Blouse and g-string. Spent 20 minutes with him teaching him finance stuff. Fucking huge bulge."

"Can you get a photo of the bulge?"

"I'll see what I can do."

The next 4-5 days were unbelievable. I was fucking twice a day with Jon, as Marcus demanded, and up to 3-4 times a day with Marcus, We were both insatiable. One time, Marcus was fucking me in the kitchen, when Jon came home unexpectedly early from work. When we heard the door open, Marcus just slid out and that was that. Big hard cock back in boxers and straight out into the garden to lie on one of the sunbeds. I just smoothed down my dress, no knickers on that would've needed pulled up. I'd already told Jon that I was half-naked, teasing. He had no idea. I kissed him fully on the lips and whispered that I needed fucked.

Marcus had become the central thing in my life. Everything I did revolved around him. He was becoming more and more daring. One morning, while Jon was in the shower, he came into our bedroom, naked. Big, hard cock in hand. I told him to get out, but it was useless. The sight of him, massive, solid, erect was too much. I let him fuck me on the floor.

The whole cuckolding thing started happening pretty quickly.

I'd got fairly clear instructions from Marcus. When I was fucking Jon, if he was talking dirty, I'd to respond only when Marcus's name was mentioned.

It's amazing how quickly that takes effect. Even though there were loads of stories and fantasies that Jon and I had been using for years, within about 7-10 days Jon was only talking about Marcus.

"Imagine wearing only your see-thru robe." Moan!

"Imagine if he could see your big tits." Moan!

"Would you like to show him your cunt?" Moan

"Would you like to see his big, black cock?" Moan.

So all the old stories and fantasies became redundant. Quickly. Sometimes not responding to stories that didn't involve Marcus was difficult, but as Jon got to understand that Marcus was the thing in my head, he adapted the filth that he whispered to me as we fucked.

Marcus was keen to understand what Jon and I talked about whilst fucking. I was completely powerless by this time. I told him everything.

"OK, when Jon asks if you'd like to flash for me, you don't say yes, you say that you'd love to. If he asks whether you'd like to suck my cock, don't just say yes, you should say that you'd love to. If he asks whether you'd like to fuck me, make sure he knows you're desperate to fuck."

This whole period was a blur. I've always had a big appetite for sex, but I was getting it 5-6 times per day. The heat was incredible, the amount of testosterone in the house was unbelievable. But bizarrely the more I got, the more I wanted.

About 2-3 weeks in I was thinking that I should really tell Jon what was happening. Marcus didn't want that and I must admit there was something quite satisfying about me fucking on the side. Jon had cheated on me and that was always in my mind -- so a bit of revenge!

When we weren't fucking, I was trying to help Marcus pass a Finance exam resit. He'd failed the initial exam -- this was the reason his mum had asked if he could stay at our place before going back to the States.

The problem was that as soon as we sat close to each other, in front of a computer screen, it would be two minutes before we were fucking. He would just pull down his boxers, take his big cock out and I'd end up sucking him off, or climbing on top for a fuck.

It's difficult to explain where I was mentally at this point. As far as Jon was concerned, I was becoming more daring. He thought that teasing was where it ended. Marcus had told me to send photos to Jon where I was wearing less and less. Asking Jon for permission to flaunt myself. I once sent him a photo of me in a completely transparent black body-stocking.

"What do you think?"

He'd been ok with that and he came home in his lunch-break to fuck me. (Marcus listening next door)

A day later I sent him another one -- same bodystocking, but in white, completely transparent. Dark nipples clearly visible, pussy lips clearly visible.

He'd written back

"Think that might be a bit much."

"But I want to...."

When Marcus found out about that, things changed. By this time I could see how his mind was working.

"Send him a photo of us lying in the sun."

So I did -- me in a bikini, tits spilling out of the top, Marcus standing beside me, arm round my shoulder. Marcus made sure his bulge was prominent. To be fair, I'd helped him.

The more detail I gave Jon, the more he wanted to fuck. About a week after he had told me that the white transparent bodystocking was too much, he was encouraging me to wear it. As long as he was getting fucked every day he was happy.

By this time, every fuck with Jon involved Marcus. I came hard whenever his name was mentioned. Some of the stuff Jon would whisper to me, I'd already done. I'd tasted the first black cock of my life. I'd fucked Marcus. I'd spread my legs for Marcus while Jon was in the shower. Jon was slowly (not that slowly) becoming accustomed to the fact that even the mention of Marcus's name would evoke an orgasm.

"I want him to understand that I can fuck you whenever I want," Marcus said to me one day as we were having breakfast.

I said to Marcus that I didn't know how we could get Jon's permission for that kind of thing.

That's when things really moved forward. I hadn't known up until this point that Jon had zero say on who I fucked.

"Tomorrow, when he comes home, I want you to be wearing your bikini. We'll be in the TV room. You sit on the sofa and I'll be sitting on one of the armchairs."

Given the heat that was easily explainable.

I could see the look of confusion on Jon's face when he walked in the door. I normally changed into something semi-respectable for Jon coming home. He thought I only flashed for Marcus for short periods of time. I was in a reasonably modest bikini and Marcus was wearing a very tight t-shirt and his fabulous white boxers. On any other day this would be a "call the police" situation, but it was obvious we were both quite comfortable being together with so little clothing on.

A couple of days later Marcus told me to wear the black transparent body stocking. We waited, tense, to see how Jon would react. Jon gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had after he got me up the stairs.

I wrote to him the next day, while Marcus was eating my pussy --

"Can I tease him all day with the white bodystocking now. It will make me really horny for when you come home."

"Send me a photo."

So we did. Marcus, bare-chested, tight white boxers, taking a selfie- him on one knee and me lying on a sunbed, my head about six inches from "the bulge". It was obvious in the photo that my nipples were hard. It was also obvious (for the discerning viewer) that my pussy was also on show. As with most of my underwear, I'd cut out the lining.

"I'll be home soon, be ready"

"I already am." I replied. By this time Marcus was deep inside me.

Over the next 5-6 days, we became more daring.

Marcus said. "We just have to get him to a place where us being almost naked together is ok. Make sure he knows you want to fuck me"

By this time I was completely shameless. I would encourage Jon.

"Do you think he's got a big cock? I'd love to suck him off."

"I'd love him to eat my pussy."

"You think he'd like to fuck my arse?"

That last question was a bit pointed. I love anal, Jon has never been into it.

"I've never had a black cock in my arse. Fuck, that would be amazing."

That kind of talk got us both off. Marcus and I hadn't had anal yet, but I definitely wanted him to have a shot. I knew his girth would make it tight, but while Jon fucked me that night, I rubbed my clit thinking about Marcus in my arse. Big cum!

It wasn't completely one-dimensional. Marcus wanted me to cuckold Jon, but that wasn't the end of his ambition.

Many times while we were fucking he would say things like

"I want you to suck a guy off in a pub" or "I want you to fuck in a bar" or "I want you to fuck in your car" or "I want you to spread your legs in public"

I love showing off. The more he talked about it, the more I thought about it. I had done a couple of mutual wank sessions online and once in Ibiza I'd given a random bloke a blow-job in the toilets in a night-club -- with an audience.

Apart from these couple of times, that was about that. Marcus really got me into the thought of public sex.

It was clear he'd been thinking a lot about it. He was making me cum, using his fingers, whispering absolute filth into my ear.

"Imagine guys wanking watching you fuck"

"Imagine being online and wanking for loads of guys"

"Imagine sucking guys off in a cinema. Loads of cock, You're the only woman there"

He knew all the buttons to press. He'd read my sex diary. He knew what I was into.

It all started innocently enough.

I was helping him study for a Finance exam he'd failed. One of his study-team had also failed. Marcus suggested that I could help them both at the same time. His friend's name was Connor and he lived just far enough away that in-person study sessions weren't practical.

The first couple of sessions went quite easily. I was aware of Marcus sitting right beside me, thighs touching. Occasionally his hand would work its way up between my thighs whilst I tried to explain something to Connor. By this time, I wasn't wearing any panties during the day. I was more or less a very keen sex-slave.

"Dress for our session tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"Wear your transparent white blouse, no bra. Let him see your tits"

I told Marcus it was unlikely his friend would be super turned-on by that. I reminded him that I was almost double his age.

"I'm gonna tell him that I'm gonna try and fuck you"

"How does that work? You are fucking me."

"He doesn't know that. I want him to watch you sucking me off."

So anyway, a long complicated story later, I'm sitting beside Marcus as we work though a problem with Connor on Teams.

Marcus had already instructed me what to wear. I was to sit off camera while he told his mate that he really wanted to fuck me. I was sitting, legs spread, touching my pussy as he told his mate that I was obviously a cock-hungry slut. He told Connor how I dressed, how I flashed, how I teased.

"She loves showing off her big tits. She never wears a bra unless her husband is home. Don't think she's ever had a black cock before," he told Connor.

"I'm gonna go for it, yesterday she let me touch her thigh. I think she's up for it."

Connor, on the other side of the call, was more dubious.

"She's married mate, she's not gonna give you anything."

"Let's see, we can do an hour and then see how it goes."

"If she's up for it, I'll get rid of your screen, you can watch if you want. Might make a fool of myself, but I'm gonna try."

"Oh don't worry mate, I'll be watching. She is fucking hot -- you get to fuck her, you can be sure I want to watch her cumming."

So Marcus called out as if I wasn't in the room.

"Lynn can you come and help us with something?"

I sat down beside Marcus. Immediately his hand was between my legs. I tried to concentrate on the accountancy question and engage with Connor. I was wearing a completely sheer white blouse as Marcus had instructed. No bra. I could see on the screen that my tits were on show. I got a surge as Marcus stroked my clit. After about 15 minutes we solved the problem and Marcus told me to go. That was my cue to change clothes. While Marcus chatted to Connor, I put on my favourite red robe, completely see thru.

Marcus and Connor had a bit of male banter, Connor reckoned Marcus has no chance ????. Marcus said that he was going to try anyway.

"Let's see how it goes."

Marcus called me. I now had to pretend that I was on my way into the shower -- hence the robe. As I sat down at the PC, I could see that the camera light was on. Marcus has minimised the Teams call and hidden it and there was just an Excel spreadsheet on the screen. Hopefully Connor was still there -- watching.

Marcus and I pretended we were working through a problem. He very clearly made a move to put his arm around me. I asked if he was alright.

There then followed a short period of ham-acting. I can't remember the exact words, but it was a bit painful.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just looking at you though -- you are so hot."

"Oh behave yourself Marcus." I replied, feigning a form of discomfort.

"No, I really mean it."

By this time my cunt was pounding. I knew this would play out as Marcus had described. His mate was watching. I was hoping Connor would get a big hard on.

"Lynn, I really fancy you. You are so fucking hot."

"Stop it Marcus, I'm old enough to be your mum."

At this point Marcus moved in for a kiss. I brushed him off.

"Behave Marcus!"

"I don't want to behave. I want you."

His arm was around the back of my neck. He pulled me in and I "reluctantly" moved towards him. All the time the only thing I could think about was Connor watching.

"I've wanked about you. Imagined us fucking. You've been teasing me ever since I got here."

"What do you mean?"

"You know. Showing me your big tits."

"Oh fuck off... don't flatter yourself."

I felt his massive arm pull me in tight for a kiss. I pretended to push him back, but suddenly his mouth was against mine. Aware of the camera, I let him kiss me before I stuck my tongue deep into his mouth.

From this point on no acting was required.

He undid my robe and groped my tits. Nipples sprung immediately to attention. He bent over and flicked his tongue against my right nipple, the one nearest to the camera. He sucked hard on it. It was almost painful, but he made sure it was fully distended.

"You fucking want this, don't you?" he demanded.

By this time, I was well on, I didn't care. Connor, if he was watching, was gonna get a real live sex show. Any inhibitions were gone.

"Show me what you've got." I whispered.

I knew what he had. I lusted after it all day every day..

He stood up and released his cock from his boxers. It is a beautiful big cock, it must have looked massive on the screen. I stayed on my seat, topless. Marcus moved his chair out of the way and came towards me, cock in hand.

"Go on." He told me.

I took my time, kissing around the head and up and down the shaft before placing my mouth round the top of it.

"Suck on it!"

I had this huge cock in my hands. I wanted Connor to watch me loving it. It wasn't quite fully erect, but I know how it must have looked on camera. I took my time, working my way to the head once more. I was teasing both of them. Honestly, I must have been about a foot away from Marcus's torso. He was obviously loving this too,

And then I got my mouth around it. Tasted it. Huge fucking head in my mouth. All I could think about was Connor watching me suck his mate's cock.

Marcus started to push. He was mocking me in front of his mate.

"Suck it bitch!"

Then he picked up the pace. Just like the first time I'd sucked him off.

"I'm gonna fuck your face. You want that?"

Even if I'd wanted to answer, I couldn't.

He pushed his semi-erect cock down my throat. I was gagging and drooling. All the time, the only thing I could think about was Connor watching. I hoped he was wanking. I gagged all over Marcus's cock. He was laughing.

"You starving bitch!"

We must have spent 3-4 minutes like this -- me struggling with his cock, while (hopefully) his friend watched.

He wheeled my seat around so that I was facing the screen.

"I'm gonna eat your pussy then I'll fuck you."

I sat back in my seat, spread my legs. Feet up on the desk.

As Marcus sucked on my clit, I imagined Connor watching. I knew he wouldn't be able to see Marcus between my legs, but that just made it filthier.

I did my best impression of a porn actress, until I came -- no acting required -- massive cum.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He sat down on the chair and I got on top, facing him, tits in his face. As usual it felt amazing, but I was also wondering what it must look like from Connor's position. I wanted him to see how much I was loving it. I wanted him to watch me cum again.

"I want to turn round, so he can see my face while you fuck me. I whispered.

"Yeah, I want him to see you cumming on my cock."

I got up, turned round and backed on to Marcus's cock. Once he was inside, I started riding him. My tits were heaving. I cupped them and licked my nipples, making them hard. I tweaked them as Marcus grabbed my hips, forcing me down on to his cock, then releasing me, before pulling me down again. I could feel the orgasm building, I wasn't acting as I told him to fuck me.

By now I had both hands on the desk, my face close to the screen, the small white camera light still shining brightly -- and I came, screaming.

"YES, YES, YES." I came right in front of his friend. The feeling was so intense, the whole situation was almost unreal. Probably the most extreme thing I've done in my life.

I climbed off Marcus, aware he hadn't cum yet. He eased his chair back, obviously to get his cock in shot of the camera. I got down and finished him off with my mouth.

We were both absolutely shattered. I almost fell asleep, head on Marcus's tummy.

"I'm going to get a shower," he said.

"I'll come with you."

In the shower, I asked. "Do you think he watched us?"

"I'm pretty sure he did. Do you want to know?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I hope he did."

He had!

As soon as Marcus re-opened the call it was immediately obvious Connor had watched us.

"You dirty fucker! She fucking loved it!" he said, from the other side of the screen, almost shouting.

"Shhhh, she'll hear you." Marcus hissed.

"Fuck sake mate, I knew you were big, but you looked fucking enormous while she was sucking your cock."

"Could you see everything?" Marcus asked. He wanted to know as much as I did.

"Yep -- real close up of you fucking her mouth. She was gagging everywhere."

"I told you she was a filthy cunt!" said Marcus, almost triumphantly. "She wanted another go in the shower," he lied.

"You lucky fucker. You gonna do her again?"

I'd never heard two guys talk about me like this before. My pussy was still recovering but it was making itself known again. I lay back on the sofa, naked, legs spread and started touching my clit gently. Marcus watched, then looked me in the eye as he said to his mate,

"Definitely. I reckon she's a fucking nympho. I'm gonna fuck her now before her husband comes home. She's gonna have to explain to him why her pussy's gaping," he laughed.

"Fuck, I would never had the balls to do it mate. You're a fucking legend! She is a fucking MILF. I'd love to fuck her, watching these bit tits bouncing as she rode my cock."

"I know. I knew she'd say yes though. She's always been half-naked around me during the day, but as soon as hubby and the kids are due home, she gets dressed. She obviously knows exactly what she's been doing. Anyway, I'm gonna go into her bedroom and fuck her again. I'm gonna see if she takes it in the ass."

"Ha! Good luck. Let me know how you get on. If you need any help satisfying her, let me know!"

"Will do, mate."

I couldn't believe how casually Connor accepted that I'd been willing to fuck Marcus. It was demeaning in one way, but such a turn-on in another. He'd volunteered to help -- probably a man-joke, but he had obviously been into the whole thing.

It was about an hour till Jon would be home. Marcus was powering down the PC.

"Told you he'd be watching," he said. "Did that turn you on?"

I tried to play it a bit cool, but Marcus just continued.

"Just think, he watched you gagging on my cock. Feeding on it. Loving it."

"You gonna be able to get it up for another fuck?" I taunted.

His long thick cock was hanging limp between his thighs.

"You love showing off, don't you?"

"You know I do," I answered

"You want fucked again right now?"

"You know I do," I teased.

Actually, I was wondering if I could manage it again. Jon would be home soon. I'd already had loads of sex that day. My pussy-lips were a bit bruised and very sensitive. I had some soothing cream that I really needed to apply, or I wouldn't recover in time for that night.

"Your pussy looks like it's had a session. Go and get it ready for tonight. Don't want Jon noticing anything."

"He won't. He just loves it that it's soaking wet all the time."

"Tomorrow, we'll just do anal. So get prepared in the morning. Come into my room when you're ready."

Once again, just so casual. We hadn't had anal yet. He knew I liked it. I'd asked him for it one afternoon, but in true Marcus style, he'd told me that he'd decide when I was to have the privilege of his cock in my arse.

I knew what he meant by preparation. We had discussed whether I would be able to manage him in my arse. I'd have to make sure I was completely empty and fully lubed before I went into his bedroom.

"I've told Connor that you'll let me fuck your ass. So we're gonna do it and I'm gonna tell him all about it afterwards."

The next morning as I was preparing -- I'll save you the details -- I heard Marcus come into the bedroom. He was talking on the phone, to Connor as it turned out.

"Yep, she's getting ready now. I knew she'd be up for it...."

"Yeah, that's a fucking great idea! I'll do that and send it to you...."

"Ha, that's brilliant mate, but don't send it to anyone. Just keep it on your's -- if the guys want to watch it, it's only on your phone."

I heard all this, wondering exactly what was going on. I had a fair idea what they were planning and if it was what I thought it was, it made me really nervous. As I walked into the bedroom, I tried to pretend that I hadn't been able to hear anything from the bathroom.

Marcus was already erect, lying on the bed, gently wanking his cock.

"You ready?"

I was nervous but I was excited. I'd hardly been able to sleep last night imagining this moment.

"I hope so. You might need to use your fingers for a while, to open me up."

I had lubed my arse for about 20 minutes, using my fingers to open up my tight hole, feeling the gel cold against my hot skin. I was actually shaking as I got on the bed. I got on top for a 69. My cunt was soaking in anticipation but as I sucked on his length, I wanted him to start stretching my hole open. I hadn't had an anal fuck for years and I'd never had anything like Marcus's cock anywhere near my arsehole anytime before.

He was fingering my arse and pussy. The feeling was incredible. I then felt him moving both hands to my arse. I could feel him actually pulling my hole open, one or two fingers on each side, stretching it.

He was sliding more fingers inside now. I felt his foot on the back of my neck, pushing me down on his cock. I was gagging on it and was so aware that every time I gagged, he was pushing more into my arse. I knew I was ready.

He told me to get on all fours. It was time. I was crazy with lust, but in the back of my mind, still wondering what exactly he had planned.

"I want to film this," he said. So matter of factly.

He already had his mobile in his hand. He walked round the bed so he was standing in front of me. Cock solid.

"Why?"

"I'm going to send the film to Connor. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

This was what I thought he'd been planning earlier on the phone. I was almost unable to respond. Once that film was out there, that was it. It could go anywhere. The idea was something I'd wanked about before, but the reality was something very different.

"What you worrying about, he's already watched us fuck."

"I know Marcus, but the film could go anywhere."

When I'd wanked about it, I had thought it through well enough to imagine wearing a mask that would protect my identity. I really wanted him to suggest it, suggest something that would let me agree. Suggest it, so I could pretend I'd never thought of it before.

Without saying anything. He walked over to my chest of drawers. There was a pair of sunglasses on the surface.

"Put these on. Nobody will recognise you. When we're finished, you can watch the film and if you don't want to send it we won't. OK?"

I told him that was ok. I was still really nervous. He didn't really care. He switched on the camera and slid his cock into my mouth. He held the camera in one hand, while he pulled my head on to his cock with the other.

He was determined to show off to his friend. He filmed me while he fed me his cock. Shoving it down my throat, making me gag and drool all over it.

He was talking, not to me, but into the phone, for his friend.

"Told you she fucking loves it. Look at her, she can't get enough of it. Go on, suck it bitch."

The filthy talk was getting me going again. I imagined Connor watching on his mobile, wanking while watching me suck his friend's cock. He would know it was me. He would know it was the woman who was helping him with his Finance studies. He would know everything that Marcus had told him about me.

I worked harder on Marcus's cock. Getting it absolutely hard.

I looked up at him, sunglasses covering only a fraction of my face.

"You gonna do what you promised?"

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You know... I want this in my arse." It was shit porno-acting at its worst but it worked.

He started playing up for the camera again.

"You really are a desperate slut. Imagine if your husband could see and hear you now. I'm going to film my cock in your arse, then I'm going to put the film online, so guys can see the slutty white wife taking a big black cock in her ass."

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I could see it was covered in my drool. Extra lube, I thought, romantically????

He got behind me. I could see in the mirror that he was still filming He slid his cock easily into my pussy. I was moaning for him. He pounded me for about a minute. I didn't have time to cum. I think I was still apprehensive about managing his cock in my arse.

"Open up your ass for me."

I knew he was filming. I knew how this would look on camera. His obedient slut opening her arse up for a fuck. I was face-down on the bed as I reached round to open my arse for him. I pulled on it from each side.

"Wider, you know it's got to be more open than that."

I reached a bit deeper into my hole with fingers from both sides and pulled again.

"Look at that." I heard him saying. "She is ready."

I held my arse open while he slid the first inch or two in to me. It was already tight, but the feeling was unbelievable.

"You want more," he asked.

"Yeah, go on. Give me more...."

That turned out to be the longest, filthiest fuck I've ever had. It seemed to go on for hours. I came at least four times. By the time I was finished, I was dripping in sweat, my arse was completely raw and for the first time in about 3 weeks I felt completely sated.

Marcus came all over my back. I had barely felt his jizz landing there. The sheer relief of him taking his cock out of my arse was overwhelming.

I collapsed on the bed. I was finished. I looked in the mirror. The sunglasses had come off a long-time ago. My hair was a mess, my make up was more off my face than on. I looked like I'd just done exactly what I'd just done.

I think we both dozed off for a while. When I came to it was only about 11 o'clock. Normally that would have meant about another 3-4 hours of sex -- but not today. There was no way I could do any more.

"Hey come and see this."

Marcus had obviously been awake for a while. I crawled up beside him. He was replaying our sex on his mobile. It was just at one of my orgasms.

First the camera was focused on his cock sliding in and out of my arse. The contrast between his black length and my white skin was dramatic. You could see how much his cock was stretching my hole.

"Fuck, it looks amazing." I said.

"I couldn't get any more inside you and it was fucking tight."

"Here's a good bit."

On the screen, he was slapping my arse repeatedly. I barely remembered it. He was shouting at me.

"Cum for me bitch! Cum now"

And I had. Cum on demand. A guttural, almost feral sound as I screamed out a big anal orgasm.

It was filthy, really filthy. A 37 year old white woman cumming on the end of a much younger black cock which was deep inside her arse.

Although I said that I was finished for the day. I couldn't stop myself rubbing my clit as I watched back what was basically a porn film. Except this time, I was one of the stars.

It was obvious we were both loving it. He was talking almost non-stop while you could hear me moaning for minutes at a time. The camera focused on his dick pounding my arse.

"You want Connor to see it? You want him seeing my cock in your ass?"

I was rubbing my clit quickly now. I was close to cumming. Watching Marcus, on the mobile screen, spunk all over my back. The camera cut down to my arse. It was gaping. It looked filthy.

"He's got a big cock that he'll wank. You want him to wank, watching you again?"

Fuck I was close.

"I'm going to send it now. Maybe he'll show it to his friends. They'll all see how much you love fucking."

And then I went. The thought of guys wanking their cocks, watching me fucking was too much.

"Yeah, do it. Send it."

"You fucking slut. They're going to love it. Cum now and I'll send it to him while your cumming."

I came and he sent it. An unbelievable end to an amazing session.

Towards the end of his stay, I think Marcus gave up on the idea of Jon giving me permission to fuck him. We had taken it as far as we could without actually sending photos or videos of us doing it. The heat in August was even more intense, providing the perfect excuse to be half-naked, lounging about in the TV room, or lying out on the patio when Jon came home from work.

I was still teasing Jon anytime we were fucking, or when he was eating my pussy, I'd tell him I wanted to fuck Marcus. I still sent him photos during the day -- me wearing next to nothing, photos of Marcus lying in the garden, the occasional ones of Marcus and I together. Looking back on it I think he truly believed that I was happy just to fantasise about it. I'd even ordered a black dildo to be delivered together with a couple of black porn mags. I had left one of the magazines, peeking out from under the bed, so that Jon would see it. He would know that I was wanking looking at pictures of big black guys. I showed him the dildo, told him I'd used it that afternoon, fantasising about Marcus and two of his friends fucking me.

Despite the enormous amount of sex I was getting, I wanted to take things further. I wanted to tease Jon more. I'd bought a few ultra short summer dresses, one with a very deep cleavage. I'd also bought some black leather stiletto ankle boots. When worn with a short dress, they looked filthy. A very long gap from the top of my boots to the bottom hem of my dress. I would wear outfits like this, no bra, no panties, waiting for him to come home.

Marcus had started going into Uni occasionally to use the library and work with his study group. That left me alone home hungry for cock. I was wanking constantly waiting for him to come home and fuck me. Marcus suggested that I get out during the day. Dress to impress, look for opportunities to show off. He wanted all the details.

Marcus was going to be heading back to the States soon. In fact there was only 2 weeks left. He became more demanding. Telling me to search out opportunities for sex with other men.

I started going out during the day, going up to London for a few hours. Doing some shopping, sitting in cafes watching life go by. I got plenty of attention and quite a few approaches. I'd keep Marcus updated if anything exciting was happening. Over a few days we developed a kind of code so I could tell him what was going on. If we were speaking, it would be something like this.

"You busy?"

"Yeah."

"Excited?"

"Very. Sitting on train. Plenty of room to stretch out."

"You dressed?"

"Almost." ????

"You feel like company?"

"That would be brilliant!"

"He said anything yet?"

"No but I'm definitely interested."

"He seen anything yet?"

"Hope so. I've given him every chance."

"Panties on?"

"No, I forgot."

"Cunt wet?"

"Yeah, I already told you."

"Open up a conversation and let me know how it goes."

If it was by text, it was much more direct.

"Show him your cunt."

So nine times out of ten, nothing happens. A bit of flirting, stolen glances, the occasional sign of an erection. But more often than not, the guy will have to leave a bar with friends, or go back to the office after lunch, or his wife turns up, or someone sits directly in front of me, blocking his view. It's easy to get the attention, but more difficult to get any action.

Marcus was encouraging me to be more daring, so it would be very obvious what I wanted. He bought me a black leather choker that I was to wear whenever I was out. Choker is maybe the posh word for what was basically a studded dog collar. Underwear wasn't allowed (I did break that rule at times because some of my dresses are so short it's impossible not to reveal all if I've no panties on.)

He bought me a thick metal ankle chain that screamed bondage. He also got me one of these necklaces with a hidden message in a small capsule, that when opened, had only one word engraved on it -- "slut".

Admittedly you would have to be very close to me to read it and the chances were that if you were that close to me, you already knew.

He bought me fence-net stockings with a suspender belt. Thick buckles that were clearly visible through a tight dress or skirt.

Despite all this effort nothing had happened. Plenty of attention. No action.

Eventually about 10 days later, my luck changed. It was actually the day of Marcus's resit. He'd finished the exam in the morning and was out with his mates for a few pints.

I was sitting in a pavement table at a wine-bar. It was just after lunchtime on a Friday. There was a very good-looking guy, probably about 40, sitting with what looked like a couple of colleagues. I was sitting diagonally opposite the table for three and he was the only one facing me. I let him look up between my legs while I sipped on a glass of wine. I could tell he was keen. He was also confident enough to engage me with a smile.

I'd been giving him a good view of my legs. I had fishnet stockings and sheer white panties on and I knew he was able to see them. I let him look, while I studied my mobile phone. I had my open-toed stiletto boots on, they had 5 inch heels, with 3 heavy buckles at the top of the ankle. I had painted my toenails bright red that morning.

My mouth was very dry and I was shaking slightly. I knew this was an opportunity.

I texted Marcus.

"Letting guy look between my legs"

"What you wearing?" he replied instantly.

"Cotton wraparound dress, ankle boots."

"Underneath?"

"White lace panties, no bra"

"Has he seen your panties?"

"Yep."

"Take them off. Show him your pussy."

I have cut the gusset out of virtually all my underwear. It means that there is no protection for my pussy. As long as I sit right, men will be able to make out my pussy lips, especially if they're swollen. I knew the guy would be getting a good view as it was. I also knew Marcus would insist.

I stood up and walked the two steps over to their table.

"Excuse me, could you keep an eye on my things, I just need to go to the loo."

"Of course, no worries," the main guy replied.

I spent a few minutes in the bathroom, applying makeup, sorting my hair and of course removing my soaking knickers.

Back outside I was relieved to see that the guys were still at the table. I thanked them for watching my things and sat down.

I picked up my phone. There were four messages from Marcus, demanding an update. I texted quickly.

"Knickers now off. Legs wide open under the table."

And it was true. I was kind of slouched back in my chair. Legs open. I knew the main guy would be able to see my pussy. I knew he would also know I'd taken my knickers off for him.

I could see that they were getting ready to go. They had beckoned the waiter over for the bill. The main guy, was barely listening to his colleagues. He was absolutely fixed on my spread legs. I could see him half-heartedly trying to pay attention to what the other two were saying.

There was no pretending any more. He was looking directly at me -- our eyes were locked. I reached down and stroked my pussy lips -- right in front of him. I saw him swallow and knew he was as horny as I was. I brought my hand up, licked my index and middle finger and put it down on my pussy again, this time rubbing my clit 2-3 times, quickly.

They were standing up and I had to close my legs, so the others wouldn't see anything. My cunt was pounding. I was desperate and once again it looked like nothing was going to happen. The main guy led the way, walking in my direction. I looked up at him as he approached.

"Five minutes," he mouthed.

I tried not to nod my head too excitedly.

I gave Marcus an update.

"Guy had to leave with colleagues. Coming back in five minutes."

"You show him your pussy?"

"Yeah and I touched it for him. Rubbed my clit while he watched."

"You gonna fuck him?"

"Don't know. See how things go. Cunt is dripping. Do you want me to fuck him?"

There was a bit of a delay before Marcus responded.

"Suck him off if you get the chance. Promise you'll fuck him next time."

My stomach was churning. My head was aching. I tried not to look up every time someone passed the table. I ordered another glass of wine. I had to be careful -- too much booze reduces my libido. Two to three glasses maximum put me in a peak state of horniness. Any more than that would have a detrimental effect.

I checked my phone for the time. He had been gone almost ten minutes. I started doubting whether he was going to come back. I drank my second glass of wine far too quickly. I felt a bit light-headed. I was giddy with horniness, but braced for disappointment.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hi, my name's Nick."

"Hi, I'm Lynn." I replied.

"Ha," Nick laughed. "I didn't think you'd still be here. Let's get this bill paid," he said. "I know another place that's a bit quieter at this time of day."

We walked a short distance to one of these very old pubs that seem to be everywhere in the City. As Nick had promised, the bar was virtually empty. There was a downstairs cellar bar, we went down the steep flight of stairs. This bar was deserted.

Nick went over to the bar. A single barman looked bored out of his head, but smartened up as Nick approached. Nick came back with a bottle of wine in an ice-bucket. This would have to be my last one. I was excited enough as it was. I wondered how this was going to turn out.

"You're going to have to drink most of that," I said.

"You think I'm trying to get you drunk to take advantage of you?" he grinned.

"I don't think you have to get me drunk for that!"

He sat down, poured two glasses and handed one to me.

"That was quite a show you put on earlier!" he murmured.

"You enjoy it?"

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like that before. Very brazen, very naughty!"

We were sitting on a low sofa, facing the bar. He had one arm round the back of my shoulders and his other hand gently resting on my thigh.

It started predictably enough.

"What you doing in town by yourself?"

"Just up for a bit of shopping and sight-seeing."

"You see anything you like?" he grinned.

He was brushing his hand slowly up and down my thigh, at the same time I could feel the fingers of his other hand under my hair stroking the back of my neck. He was smooth. We sat like this for a while. I didn't move his hands away. I was enjoying it too much. I was also loving the fact that the barman was watching. Standing behind the bar, polishing glasses, while Nick inched his hand towards my pussy.

Then the talk started getting a bit more intimate.

"You look very fucking hot in that dress. But you know that don't you?"

I looked up at him, moved my leg slightly so there was nothing to stop his hand from reaching my pussy. He pulled me in for a first kiss. His tongue was in my mouth immediately. At the same time his hand reached my pussy. He would feel how wet and swollen it was.

He leant in for another kiss. Whilst we were tonguing, he moved his hand up to my waist. I didn't have a bra on. The dress was a wrap-around, with a light cotton belt holding it together. He casually undid the belt. As soon as I moved the dress would fall open. He pushed the dress open and moved his hand on to my tits. The barman had vanished -- I didn't know whether I was disappointed or not. The bar was completely empty. My dress was open, tits out, nipples hard.

As we finished that first long kiss, he whispered into my ear.

"You like public sex?"

I didn't say anything -- I just moaned slightly, encouraging him.

I reached for his cock. Hard under his suit trousers. I looked round, there was still no sign of the barman.

"Take it out." I growled. "Quickly."

He also had a quick look to see if there was anyone around.

"You gonna suck me off?"

"Yeah, come on. Get it out."

He did and I went down on him. He wasn't the biggest, but he was clean and smooth. I could hear him moaning as I worked his cock with my hand and mouth. He came very quickly. It took me by surprise and I didn't manage to swallow the lot and some of his jizz spilt onto his trousers.

Nick went off to the toilet to clean up. My cunt was pounding. The barman still hadn't reappeared. I thought about wanking there and then, but common sense prevailed. I pulled my dress together and tied the cotton belt. About 10 seconds later the barman was back. He came over to the table.

"We'll be closing in 15 minutes. Can I get you anything?"

"No that's fine." I knew I really needed to go. I wanted to be home for Marcus.

"Can you tell my friend, I had to dash and that'll I'll catch him tomorrow -- same time, same place."

"Yeah of course. Do you want me to book you a table?"

"No we'll be fine I think. Anyway got to go."

Before I left I jotted down my mobile number on a napkin and left it on top of Nick's glass. I definitely wanted to see him again and didn't really trust the barman to deliver my message correctly.

Walking back to the train station, I was absolutely buzzing. A public blow-job. Ok nobody had been around but they could have appeared at any time. I laughed to myself as I hurried on to the platform.

By the time I got home, Jon had already picked up the boys. It was football night, so I knew he would be heading out soon and that Marcus and I would have a few hours, where I could tell him everything about the afternoon. He'd been desperate to know and must have sent me half a dozen text messages looking for details. I was teasing him and it felt good to have a semblance of control once again.

Nick had already been in touch -- he wasn't exactly ecstatic that I'd rushed away, but he was happy to hear that I was up for a lot more. He now knew my ex-husband was living with me temporarily and that we were having sex. He knew also that Marcus was staying with us for a few weeks, but I hadn't mentioned anything about us fucking.

He was also married, but separated. It turned out he lived only a few miles away and his ex lived up in town. He also wanted a lot of detail -- why had I flashed him, did I dress like that for attention, did I do it a lot etc etc. I just gave him a general slutty reply -- I love sex, get a lot of it, but always hungry for more, saw him, felt really horny and thought I'd see if he fancied it.

Marcus must have been on the train behind me, because he arrived home 30 minutes after me. He went up to his room to drop his bag. I stopped what I was doing in the kitchen whilst chatting with Jon. I took the opportunity to go upstairs and give Marcus a desperate kiss. I thought he was going to fuck me there and then. He lifted me up, pushed me against the wall. I had my legs wrapped round his waist - to be fair if he had taken his cock out I'd probably have let him screw me against the wall.

"You're gonna tell me everything and I'm gonna pound your ass tonight. You better get ready."

It was just the way he talked to me that turned me into a starving whore. Nobody had ever been so direct, so commanding. It wasn't a conversation. He was simply telling me what was going to happen and that I should be ready when he wanted me. There's something truly exhilarating about taking orders, not having to think. Just do what you're told.

I called down to Jon that I would get my own dinner later and went into the bathroom to prepare. My pussy needed a bit of attention so I shaved it quickly making sure I was completely smooth. My clit was sticking out, looking for a wank, but I left it -- it would get plenty tonight. I oiled my pussy and emptied myself, ready for Marcus in my arse. Once more I applied a load of lube -- stretching it open. I had a smaller tool that I liked in my arse. I nipped out of the bathroom, got it from my top drawer and slid it inside. I locked the bathroom door and wanked my arse. I didn't want Jon to see what I was doing because he would want a fuck and that wasn't going to happen before Marcus had satisfied me.

As soon as the boys had left with Jon, Marcus and I were all over each other. I told him everything, - from the bit I was touching my pussy in front of a complete stranger - to spilling some of Nick's cum on his suit trousers.

I've never known him to be so aroused. He was pumping me first in the pussy and then in my arse. He was calling me names, spanking me, telling me to admit that I was a slut, a whore, a cock-loving slag. He suggested that he was gonna tell all his friends, get them to come round, so they could all fuck me.

He came inside my arse, I closed my eyes remembering Nick's cum in my mouth, imagining the barman had been watching, wanking his cock behind the bar. That thought sent me over the top and I screamed out another big orgasm.....

Then I got one of these fabulous coincidences. Jon was golfing the next day. Nick had said he was available if I fancied some fun. Jon's parents had offered to take the boys for the weekend -- originally we said no, but I thought this is too good an opportunity to miss.

I called them and explained I had some work to do for my new job, which was starting in a week. Could they possibly look after the boys? They were delighted and they collected the boys a few hours later.

Jon left for the golf with his two mates. They wouldn't be home till later. There was some kind of event which meant they would have dinner and drinks at the club. I went into Marcus's room and lay on the bed beside him.

"Nick asked if he can see me today. What do you think?"

Marcus was suddenly interested.

"You going to his place or is he coming here?"

"I don't know, I thought I'd ask you first."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yeah, if you want me to. I'll do whatever you want."

"Why don't you call him? Get him to tell you what he wants to do. Make it a filthy call, you can tell him about us. See what he says."

So that's what I did -- once we got past the initial bumbling conversation. Marcus was lying beside me, listening. Naked.

As the conversation developed into a sex talk, Marcus went down on me, eating my pussy while I told Nick about some filth. I told him that I was wanking, that I'd been fucking last night, thinking of him cumming in my mouth. He was curious for any info, so I gave him loads. I heard his breath getting more and more ragged.

"You wanking that big cock?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Thinking of you touching your pussy, flashing your cunt at me. Making me hard."

"I can do more if you want. Tell me what you'd like me to do."

All the time Marcus was eating me, I could feel my cum building. I wanted to test Nick -- hear how he reacted when I told him about Marcus. I had to get there quickly.

"You do anal?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, love it. Love having both holes filled."

"At the same time?"

OK that hadn't been my train of thought but as soon as he asked, I knew there was an "in."

"Yeah, only done it a few times, when I was younger -- but I love being filled up. Would you fuck my pussy, while someone else was in my arse?"

Nick was moaning now. All I could hear was guttural. He was gonna cum.

"When my husband's at work, I fuck Marcus. He's black, 22 years old, fucking huge cock. I want you both to fuck me."

"You up for that?"

He came. I could hear him moaning.

"Fuck I wish I was there. I'd lick up all your spunk."

That was enough for me too. Marcus slid two fingers in just as I came. It felt fantastic.

"Say you'll send him a couple of videos," Marcus whispered.

"I can send you some videos if you want. Me being naughty with Marcus. Then you can tell us if you want to fuck me. Would you like that?"

There was no hesitation.

"Send them to my Whatsapp."

We hung up.

"Fuck that moved quickly," I said to Marcus.

"It's what you really want tho isn't it. Two guys -- sure two's enough?"

"Ha, yeah I think so, for now. Let's see if he calls back."

I sent Nick the video -- the first time Marcus had given me anal. The whole film. Face visible. Screaming at Marcus to pound me.

Of course he called back.

"Fuck, you are a greedy girl," he opened.

"You think so?"

"Marcus is fucking huge. Can you manage him in your arse?"

"Yeah, not all of it though. It's just too big."

"Why don't you both come round. Marcus can fuck your pussy and I'll do you in the arse."

"Might be tricky." I teased. "We only have a few hours."

"Come round now. I'm sure between the two of us we can make it worth your while."

Nick sent his address. He told me to park in the driveway. He'd be waiting and ready.

Marcus drove. I sat in the passenger seat. Ankle boots and short dress. No underwear. I was wearing the dog-collar Marcus had bought for me. There was no doubt that I was his slut. Marcus had his cock out and I fed on it virtually the whole way to Nick's house. We stopped at the bottom of the driveway. I reapplied my lipstick, looking in the vanity mirror.

I looked like I felt, desperate to be fucked. I was wild with lust. As we drove up what turned out to be a very long driveway, to a very large house, Marcus told me to take my dress off.

I looked at him questioningly.

"Just fucking do it."

That kind of set the tone for the whole day. I just did whatever I was told to do.

The look on Nick's face was one of incredulity. I was standing at his door completely naked except for my collar and boots. No neighbouring houses, no chance of anyone seeing me being offered up for sex.

There was no small-talk.

"She's fucking desperate." Marcus told him. "Let's get the bitch in and get her fucked."

They took turns at me all afternoon. I must have cum a dozen times. I had their cocks in my mouth, pussy and arse. Spit-roast and DP.

It was a first true humiliation session for me. They were laughing and joking as I did everything they asked. Marcus was the boss. Any objection I raised was met with a face slap.

"Just do what we fucking tell you."

I was so far out, so horny that I don't think I was thinking straight.

Marcus told Nick how I'd wanked for him, flashed for him, fucked him in front of his friend online. It was like I wasn't even there. Like I said, I'd never felt this level of humiliation before. Bizarrely, I just felt a huge sense of relief. I didn't need to think, I didn't need to speak. For about 3 hours, I just did what I was told.

At one point I was on my knees, sucking on both cocks. No mask, nothing to protect my identity.

"You got any mates that'd like to watch this?" Marcus asked Nick.

"Yep -- I told the two blokes I'd lunch with, that she'd sucked me off. They didn't believe me."

"OK let's make a film for them."

Marcus moved away. Got his mobile and started filming while Nick fed me his cock.

Nick took the phone.

"Suck it bitch. Look into the camera." He ordered. Nick had turned from the nice friendly guy I met, to someone just as demanding as Marcus.

Like the slut I was, I obeyed. Mouth full of cock, I looked directly into the phone camera lens.

"Cum on her face." Marcus grunted.

Nick took his cock out of my mouth and started wanking.

"Tongue out, slut."

Again, I did as I was told.

It was his first cum, so there was loads of it. Nick's first spurt landed on my forehead, before he pointed his cock downwards. The second string hit my cheekbone, with some cum ricochetting into my left eye. The third and fourth strings went into or around my mouth.

"Look at the state she's in." Marcus shouted. "Eat his cum."

Like his slave, I scooped Nick's cum from my forehead, face and stinging eyes and put it into my mouth.

"Show the boys. Let them see you swallowing the cum."

I'd seen enough porn to know that this meant sticking out my tongue, covered in Nick's cum, before visibly swallowing the lot. Which is exactly what I did.

"Send it to your mates." Marcus told Nick. "Let them see you weren't making it up."

Nick sent the film to his two mates. The two guys I'd seen him with the day before. The responses were immediate. Nick and Marcus were laughing as they showed me the replies.

"Fucking hell mate, nice one. Thought you were making it up."

"What a fucking spunk-bucket," the other one said. "She up for more?"

"Tell them that she's married." Marcus said. "Give them her phone number."

The rest of that session is a hazy, distant memory. We got back home late in the evening. My pussy and arse were ruined. The entire car-journey home was in silence. I had been used and felt like a whore. Not in a good way. The sex had been amazing, but the humiliation, now that my horniness had subsided, was too much for me. I was worried about the film that had been sent out and the fact that the two guys had been given my mobile number. At the time, while it had been happening, the thought of guys watching the film and wanking, had made me cum. Now I was experiencing remorse.

Only when we pulled up at the house and we saw Jon's car parked outside was there any conversation. Jon wasn't meant to be home. He was meant to be at the golf, having dinner. I'd no idea how I was going to be able to explain this.

Marcus moved into full solution mode.

"Tell him you went into town and that I just picked you up at the station."

I did the literal walk of shame into the house. Tiny dress, obviously braless, collar, stiletto boots. Cunt and arse full of cum. I hadn't had a chance to fix my hair or make-up. Christ knows what I looked like.

Jon wasn't happy. As I said before, he liked to be in charge. Seeing his (ex)wife obviously dressed for fucking wasn't what he wanted or expected. The fact that Marcus was standing beside me, prevented Jon from expressing his anger, but I knew he was furious. It was ok for me to dress like a slut at his demand, but not of my own volition.

He told me that he'd been trying to contact me for hours. I mumbled some form of apology, before heading up the stairs.

As I walked upstairs to shower, I could hear Jon asking Marcus,

"Was she out all day?"

I stopped outside my bedroom and moved as quietly as possible back to the top of the stairs. I don't remember the whole conversation, my mind was in a complete whirl, but what I do remember was something like this.

"I took her to the station just after you left for golf," Marcus replied. "Somebody called her and she just got changed and asked me to drive her."

Long pregnant pause, before Marcus stuttered, "Look Jon I don't know how to say this.... but when I picked her up tonight she was with a couple of guys at the station. I arrived early and she didn't know I was there, waiting. It looked like she knew them both really well. She was kissing both of them, before she saw me."

"Kissing, what do you mean kissing?" Jon asked.

I stood at the top of the stairs and listened as Marcus concocted a completely made-up story. I wondered what the fuck he was doing.

"Well it wasn't the kind of peck on the cheek, goodnight kiss, if you know what I mean, it was much more."

"Go on," Jon insisted.

"It was very intimate. I'm sorry Jon, but it looked more like she'd been with them, or was teasing them. Long kisses, first with one, then with the other."

He was winding Jon in. I stood there and listened. Marcus hadn't been able to get me to cuckold Jon explicitly. He was doing it in another way. More removed, but equally as powerful.

Another long pause.

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but while you're at work, she wanders around the house half-naked. She's always online chatting to guys. I hear her sometimes."

"What do you mean, you hear her?"

"Well like, you know what I mean, I hear her, I hear her...... like talking dirty. Sometimes she's on for hours. I can hear everything from my room, and she can be pretty loud, if you know what I mean."

I could barely breathe. I thought I was going to be sick. Marcus was basically telling Jon that I wasn't his slut. He was telling him that I was just anybody's slut. That I was out fucking, that I was wanking for guys online.

"I feel really bad telling you but there was a time she was meant to be helping one of my friends study for his exam. They were on Teams. It was a bit embarrassing if I'm honest. I had to leave the room. She was practically naked, stroking herself while she talked to him - I thought about telling you but I didn't really want to get involved."

"What do you mean she was stroking herself.... like in front of your mate?"

"Kind of, yeah -- she had a red robe on, it's completely see-through. It was tied so loosely she was almost topless and she was being really suggestive with him. Asking him what he thought of older women, whether he liked them, if he'd ever dated one. She was acting as though I wasn't even there. I could see he was getting interested, so I left the room. She came downstairs about thirty minutes later, acting as if nothing had happened."

Jon knew about the red robe and he knew I'd been wearing it to tease Marcus. At the same time, I don't think he was entirely convinced by Marcus.

"Did she ever try anything with you?" Jon asked. I'm sure he was testing the water. He knew I dressed for Marcus.

"What do you mean?" asked Marcus.

"Like, did she ever come on to you?"

"I don't know. Most days she'd be like half-naked, like I said - but she'd just laugh it off, you know what I mean, like oh, you've caught me again. A few days she sunbathed topless outside in the back-garden, but I don't think that was for me, I don't think she knew I was home."

"There was one day," he continued, hesitantly. "She was in the kitchen after you left for work. I came down. She was wearing some kind of body-stocking. I mean it was one of these sheer ones, like completely see-thru -- she was ironing some clothes for a work meeting. The strange thing is she didn't try to cover up, I mean, I could see everything. She just laughed and told me I'd seen it all before anyway.

I knew this would give support to Marcus's story. He was weaving in facts that Jon knew to be true, with fictional events that made him sound like an innocent bystander whilst I was completely responsible for flashing and teasing him.

I thought about going down to confront him, but what could I say that had any credibility at all. Jon knew I'd been crazy for Marcus, that I'd dressed for him, that I loved flashing for him. There was nothing I could say except dig a deeper hole than I was already in.

I never understood why Marcus did this. Was it to save his own skin or was he getting some pleasure from hanging me out to dry? Maybe it was purely to humiliate Jon. Let him know his wife wasn't happy just fantasising, that she was actually living out these fantasies every day.

I couldn't listen anymore. I rushed into the shower. I washed the day's filth off me and went straight to my bed. Jon slept in the guestroom.

Marcus and Jon both left the next day. Marcus got his flight back to the States and Jon checked into a hotel. There weren't any fond farewells. I thought for many days about why he'd done it. Perhaps it was because I'd never been able to get Jon into a position where he would willingly let me fuck Marcus. Maybe it was something completely different. It's only now, almost two years later, that Jon and I are back on speaking terms. I had to remind him that he had cheated on me in the first place. That was why we weren't married anymore. I haven't told him the full story -- somethings he just doesn't need to know. He still doesn't know I actually fucked Marcus or Nick and I'll never tell him.

As for Marcus, I heard from his mum, Jocelyn, that he's doing well, got a job and loving life in New York. She thanked me for the help I'd given him, studying for his exam. If only she knew, I thought. For one so young, he made an enormous impact on every element of my life in a six week period. From the crazy horniness of the early days through to the monumental crash of that final night.

We're not in contact any more. In the end, nobody died and life goes on.

I saw Nick a couple of times afterwards -- but it was Marcus that had been the driver there and I quickly lost enthusiasm. I now know I need buttons pushed, and Nick didn't have the power to push these buttons. I got a couple of calls and messages from the guys who had seen the video, but they petered out pretty quickly.

I started my new job -- clean slate and all that. We've moved house to be nearer my parents. I travel a lot in my new job and they are able to support with the boys while I'm away. For a while I calmed down with regards to the whole sex thing but the travel in my new job gives me some opportunities for the occasional adventure. Far away from home, generally hook-ups with local guys, not quite as explosive as the time with Marcus, but good fun and sometimes very naughty.