Ginny was excited about Charles coming over to see her but as excited as she was, there was also doubt and apprehension. She just shouldn’t be doing this. She was a newly married woman and she was venturing out into a world of adultery and infidelity. She shouldn’t be having sex with anyone else. Even though Sean was going along with it, she still felt guilt in cuckolding him.

She also feared for her marriage. What if she fell in love with Charles? What if Sean fell out of love with her? What if people found out? What if... what if... there were lots of what ifs. She talked them over with Sean. He had similar doubts; similar misgivings, but the sexual excitement overcame all of them. Yes, he had experienced the jealousy of another man touching Ginny; another man kissing and caressing her, as well as the experience of seeing her enjoyment with the sex, but all these were overshadowed by the sexual excitement received from watching her being fucked by other men.

There was just something about watching hard, dark skinned flesh penetrating his wife’s body; long, thick cock disappearing inside his wife’s vagina and withdrawing again glistening with juices. There was something about watching her being fucked; watching another men pleasuring himself with her and also watching and hearing her being vocal from her own pleasure. And there was also just something special too about watching another man’s cum oozing from her sex afterwards; thick white creamy fluid slowly oozing from her pink, swollen labia lips.

Sean was also excited about Charles’s visit and had already begun to move some of his clothing from the marital bedroom to a spare room. The only thing he didn’t like about this arrangement was the fact that his bedroom would be at the end of the hallway and on the opposite side to the marital bedroom. He wanted the adjoining room. Sean wanted to hear them making love just has he had done on honeymoon, but Ginny insisted that he took the room furthest away from her and Charles.

“Charles says you’ll enjoy the intrigue,” she had told him. “You’ll enjoy not knowing exactly what we are doing in bed together.”

Ginny’s apprehension was also made worse because of her parents. They lived quite close by and her mum often dropped in. Not only had she a key to their house but she would sometimes drop by with some shopping for them and even do some tidying up or ironing as well.

“I’m going to have to tell mum about Charles coming over,” she told Sean. “I’ll say... I’ll say that he told you that he comes to the UK sometimes, and you told him that he was always welcome to stop by.”

Sean asked her if she thought her mum would believe her, and Ginny just shrugged her shoulders. “We can’t just have her walking in on us can we?” she responded. “She’ll notice the change round of the bedrooms as well if she puts clothes away.”

Ginny plucked up the courage to tell her a week later. She decided to mention it in passing when they were having coffee in the shopping centre on Saturday morning. “Remember that guy in the photograph from the honeymoon?” she asked. “He phoned Sean the other night and told him that he was coming over on business and wanted to know if it was okay to drop by.”

Her mum looked up from her cup of coffee. “I thought he was just a passing stranger?”

Ginny shook her head as she avoided eye contact. “No, Sean bumped into a few days later and they got chatting. Sean told him that he was always welcome to call by if he was in the area.”

“Oh, I thought... “she started to say, “bit risky giving strangers your telephone number like that isn’t it?”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. “Well you know what Sean is like, don’t you... always friendly.”

“And will he be staying with you?”

She shrugged her shoulders again. “I don’t know but I would doubt it.”

Her mum said nothing but Ginny felt that she knew something was going on. “Well, if he’s over on a Sunday you can always invite him round for lunch.”

She remained silent.

“You... you should be careful about getting too involved with holiday friends, Ginny,” her mum started to say. “Holiday friendships are one thing but having them invade your home life is something entirely different.”

Ginny held her mum’s gaze. She knew. She knew. Ginny knew that her mum knew. Not the detail, obviously, but she knew.

“Still I suppose it’s a different era now. A different generation with different... views... and a different outlook on life.”

Ginny looked away. Her mum reached for hand resting on the table and gave it a squeeze. “Remember, I love you and am always here for you.”

Ginny held back the tears from that moment of tenderness. She had always had a good relationship with her mum. She knew of friends whose relationships with their parents were akin to a battle ground, but they had always been close. She had never disapproved of any boyfriends she had brought home, although her dad had raised his eyebrows at one or two. Neither had she offered moral advice on sex. Mum always treated her like an adult leaving her to make her own moral judgements; although there was one time when she and Sean were staying at her home during university term breaks when she did say something. They were given separate bedrooms, but she would sneak into Sean’s room in the night.

One morning her mum took her aside and told her, “In my day the man went to the girl’s room not vice versa.”

Ginny had laughed. “Yes but Sean can be clumsy and knock things over.” Her mum broke into laughter as well.

Sean had mixed feelings about her mum knowing, but there was little he could do about it. Charles was also speaking regularly on the phone to him and Ginny and as the time got closer his focus was elsewhere. Charles was quite explicit about what he was going to be doing with Ginny. He had asked Sean what rooms in the house he had fucked her in and what they done. Charles was going to outdo him, of course.

Charles intended enjoying Ginny everywhere. “I will even fuck her in your bedroom,” he had told him.

“Take her in there one afternoon and fuck her so that the sheets are still wet from our juices when you get into it later that night.”

He knew how that felt. All three men had done that on holiday; left the proverbial wet patch in their bed. It always seemed to be on the side where he slept. It was no surprise that Charles’s seemed to be more noticeable as well.

As the days drew closer to his visit the tensions increased. Both of them were looking forward to the big day; both for different reasons that led to the same conclusion. Both, of course, were looking forward to receiving Charles.

Ginny was taking calls late at night from him. Lying near naked next to Sean, Charles would speak quietly to her, talking dirty, talking filth. He also asked her lots of intimate questions, trying to find out things she had tried in bed and things that maybe she would like to do. “Some wives or girlfriends are too shy to talk about things they would like to try,” he told her.

One night he went through a list of things and asked her to just to reply with a yes, no, or maybe. She felt quite wet by the time he had finished. Of the many things he asked her the appeal of a gangbang rated very highly. It hadn’t been a thing that she had given second thought previously but when Charles put it to her she became excited. “You could come over here for a holiday and be a sex slave for me and some of my closest friends,” he had suggested.

“How do you mean?”

“Be there for our use,” he replied. “We had a girl come over from France one year; stayed with us for a week. I don’t think she wore knickers for the whole time she stayed with us.”

“How many of you were there?”

“A dozen.”

“Twelve of you?”

“Huh, huh.”

“You mean she took all of you together?”

He laughed. “Not all at once. I think she took five of us in one go a couple of times,” he answered. “But it was mainly individually with the odd threesomes some times. The guys were just popping in and out every time they felt like a shag.”

“She was kept busy then?”

He laughed, “Very busy.”

“Was she married?”

“No, but she was seeing someone at the time.”

“I see.”

“I did try and persuade a married woman I picked up in Barbados to come over for some fun. She wanted to do it, but her husband wasn’t too keen on the idea of her coming over.”

“I think a dozen would be far too many for me,” she told him.

“How many wouldn’t be too many?”

“Mmmm,” she mused. “Five maybe; six at the most.”

“Five plus me,” he laughed. “That can be arranged. A whole week with us would sort you out.”

“Sort me out?”

“Yeah, sort you out. Sort out that coochie of yours.”

Ginny thought about it. Six men keeping her occupied for a whole week. She tried working out how many fucks that would be in a day. Charles could do seven times in one day. Seven times six... potentially, that was a lot of sex. She dispensed with the idea. There was no way she could take that. ‘No,’ she said to herself, ‘a week with Charles on his own was sufficient enough.’

Though Charles was speaking less frequently to Sean, he was not being excluded from their conversations. He enjoyed lying next to her listening in to their calls; he also enjoyed touching her as they spoke. Charles was exciting her and he teased her with his fingers; stroking her clitty and her moist inner labia and sometimes slipping a finger or two deep inside her. Afterwards he would fuck her; slip between her parted thighs and fuck her quickly and hard.

Sean fucked her right up until two nights before Charles’s arrival and then Ginny stopped him. “Charles has asked me not to let you fuck me from now on,” she told him. “Up until he goes back home, that is.”

“Why?”

Ginny reached down and took hold of his erection. “Because he doesn’t want to taste you when he goes down on me,” she explained. “A guy’s cum can take a couple of days to fully dispel.”

“I see,” Sean sighed. “He didn’t bother about that while we were on honeymoon.”

Ginny started to stroke him. “I know, but when he comes this time I am totally his. He wants me all to himself.”

Sean groaned. He understood

“But I’m still taking care of you,” she said softly as she began to stroke him rhythmically. “Did I tell you that Charles wants to introduce me to anal sex?”

Sean groaned. "No."

“He says I will like it.”

Sean began to moan softly. “It... it might hurt,” he groaned. “You know how big he is, don’t know?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “I know very well just how big he is and how good he feels inside me.”

Sean groaned one finally time as his cum began to spill into Ginny’s hand.

He slept peacefully that night, but the following night’s sleep was interrupted by restlessness. That evening he had cleared almost the last of his belonging from their bedroom. There was hardly any trace of his presence there at all now. Ginny had also changed all the bedding giving the room a much stronger feminine feel to it.

Ginny glanced around the finished bedroom with a satisfied look on her face before turning to Sean and kissing him. “Just one thing left to do now,” she smiled as she pressed her hand against his bulge.

“Sh... shave you?”

She nodded. “Make sure I’m nice and smooth for Charles tomorrow.”

With the task quickly completed Ginny slipped into a t-shirt and then took him by the hand and led him to his room. “I’ll spend the night here with you, if that’s okay. “

Sean welcomed her presence in the bed beside him. He welcomed too her firm hand gripping his erection, and he also welcomed her teasing and taunting. “I can’t wait to feel his tongue probing me down there again,” she said softly. “And feeling his hard thick cock penetrating me afterwards.”

Sean didn’t last long before covering her hand with his cum. Later, as she slept he put his arm around her and held her tightly. Somewhere up there in the skies over the Atlantic ocean was a plane carrying a man who was going to be sleeping with his bride for the next week or so. He held her for quite a while before succumbing to sleep.