The sun was streaming through gaps in the curtain when the phone rang, waking me from a deep sleep. I grabbed the handset next to the bed and mumbled something incoherent into the mouthpiece.

“Sounds like you had a good night,” my father’s voice chuckled down the line. “Just warning you that we’ll be bringing the kids back at noon, okay?”

I looked at the bedside alarm. Eleven o’clock. Shit!

“Okay Dad,” I growled. “Thanks for the warning. See you then.”

I turned to the duvet-covered lump alongside me.

“Did you get that?” I asked.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled into the pillow. “What time is it?”

I told her.

“Shit!” she agreed. “We’re due at Carmen’s at one as well.”

“Oh fuck,” I croaked, my head throbbing. “I’ll put the kettle on.”

I meandered unsteadily downstairs, drank two full tumblers of water then made both a pot of tea and some strong coffee. I could hear the shower running above my head then stopping as I approached the bedroom door with a tray of hot drinks in my hands.

I could just about make out the dark rings under my wife’s eyes as we crossed in the bathroom’s doorway but by the time I had shaved and showered myself she had dressed and was applying make-up to conceal the evidence of our first night as swingers.

I had to admit, even tired and hung-over, Alice looked stunning in dark tights and a very short skirt beneath one of her tight-fitting long-sleeved, high-collared tops. She dried her long blonde hair then tied it in a ponytail which hung down her slender back.

“Won’t you be a bit hot in that?” I asked, indicating the top she had chosen.

She said nothing in response, but merely pulled the high collar down to reveal two large dark hickeys on the base of her neck.

“Okay. I get it!” I smiled, giving her a kiss on top of her lovely head. “Can you manage any breakfast?”

“Perhaps a piece of toast,” she said. “And I think I’d better stay off the wine for a few days.”

“It’s those cocktails,” I agreed. “They’ve always been the death of me.”

It was a quarter to twelve when we finally sat together at the kitchen table for breakfast. My own tummy was very unstable and my head throbbed but I tried to put on a brave face. After all, we couldn’t let my parents and our kids suspect anything untoward had happened in their absence.

I munched noisily on a slice of toast while Alice ate fruit and yogurt from a bowl. Neither of us seemed very talkative but when the kids arrived home discussion would be impossible so I asked the first question.

“Did Clive live up to Hilary’s promises?”

“He certainly did!” Her reply was immediate and heartfelt. “That was a big surprise.”

“I thought so,” I laughed hollowly. “From what I could hear you were in shock. Then you went a bit out of control, didn’t you?”

Alice looked straight at me. Her concentration was elsewhere but her eyes were bright and sparkling.

“Don’t ever judge a book by its cover,” she said. “You did know I didn’t fancy Clive at all? That I really only agreed to go with them so you could get between Hilary’s thighs again?”

“He’s no oil painting,” I agreed.

“He certainly isn’t!” Alice laughed. “I nearly didn’t agree to do it but what a mistake that would have been!”

“So I heard!” I chuckled. “What was so good about it?”

Alice leaned back in her chair; her eyes flew to the ceiling as she thought for a moment.

“Well the size and shape of him for a start,” she said excitedly.

“I could see he was different.”

“He’s got the ugliest cock I’ve ever seen,” she continued. “Horrible! Short and stubby but Jesus, it’s thick. It stretched me tighter than I’ve ever been stretched.”

“I heard you squeal,” I said.

“Too right I squealed. Because he’s old, fat and unattractive I don’t think I was properly turned on enough; I hadn’t got myself lubricated enough so it was more of a shock than I expected when he stuck it in me.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Only for a few thrusts. But as soon as I realised what was inside me, my body went crazy and nothing else mattered.”

Her voice had gone dreamy and distracted.

“But you’re okay this morning?” I asked, embarrassed again.

“I’m sore of course, but I don’t care! I‘ve just got to remember to hide these,” she pointed to her neck where the hickeys were hidden. “There are marks in a few other places too,” she added quietly.

I didn’t press her to tell me where but made a mental note to look carefully when she got ready for bed that night.

“It’s amazing just how very different it can be doing it with different men,” she mused. “My Mum always says variety was the spice of life.”

“I doubt your Mum had this kind of variety in mind though,” I smiled.

“I’m not so sure,” Alice grinned. “They don’t talk about it but I gather she had a bit of a reputation when she was young. And they certainly had a lot of friends round when I was little.”

“Like mother, like daughter?” I grinned back. “You certainly look alike. I wonder if you’re similar in bed. Maybe your Dad and I should compare notes. I might get a few tips.”

Alice punched me on the arm.

“I suppose I do get a bit carried away sometimes,” she pouted. “Like last night.”

“Oh do you?” I feigned surprise.

“I’m surprised you had time to notice,” she retorted. “You’re attention was definitely elsewhere!”

I closed my eyes and pictured all that had been happening alongside me.

“So how does it feel, Cucky-Boy?” she asked. “Or do you need a new name today?”

“Sorry?” I replied, confused.

“I mean, how does it feel to be an unfaithful husband at last?”

I froze, stunned. Alice had clearly been having the same thoughts that had kept me awake.

She was right, of course; despite all that had happened in our sex lives since the night of the Elton John concert when Alice had first been seduced in front of me; despite the many occasions another man’s cock had entered my wife’s vagina, this was the first time that my own erect penis had entered another woman’s in return.

It had been an extraordinary experience.

“How... How do you feel about it?” I asked, uncertain how I felt myself.

“I’m not sure,” she replied unsettlingly. “On the one hand, fair’s fair; if you’re okay with me getting fucked then I can’t really complain when you get a well-deserved treat but all the same...”

“It was a very strange experience,” I agreed. “I haven’t really got my mind around it yet. I mean, I never thought of myself as being unfaithful before.”

“Well get used to it, Cucky Boy,” she smiled, grasping my hand across the table top. “You fucked another woman last night. You even came inside her.”

“That’s true.”

“Did you enjoy it? Was it good? Was she good?”

“It was very pleasant,” I told her stupidly, not knowing what on earth to say.

In the end, I was given no chance because the sound of our front door bursting open and two small-ish kids thundering into the house brought any further discussion of the previous evening’s infidelities to an end, as did the arrival of my Dad in the kitchen.

“Late night last night?” he asked me jokingly once Alice had gone to shepherd the kids into their sports kit.

“Does it show?” I asked him with a smile.

“Well, Alice looks lovely as always,” he said. “Blooming! But you look like you spent the night in your car. Are you okay?”

“It was a bit of a late night,” I confessed with a grin. “Thanks for looking after them, Dad.”

“Anytime,” he smiled. “I remember what it was like with two young kids. You and Alice need a little romantic time together.”

I began to blush.

“Just the two of you,” he added innocently.

***

It was bright and sunny when we arrived at Carmen’s house later that morning. Carmen’s baby was due any moment; I noticed a small suitcase in the hallway as we entered. Her baby bump was large and rounded but she still wore the tight-fitting black dresses that suited her colour so well.

They also made her large belly much less visible; for a woman on the brink of giving birth, she looked extraordinarily sexy.

Julie arrived half an hour later with her children. Carmen and Alice had half expected her not to show up, though we hadn’t yet told the She-Devil what we had seen the previous evening.

On such a bright morning it seemed only right to sit outside so Alice, her two friends and all four kids were in the garden playing. Predictably, both Gary and Steve were playing golf, on the same course but not together. I often wondered how the dynamic went between Julie’s cuckold husband and her first and, as far as I knew, still current lover.

Our two children were much older than the others and had absolutely no interest in babies so after a while, they got predictably bored and began to misbehave. As the only male, it fell to me to take them to their football training, leaving the three girls to talk among themselves for a while.

On my return, I offered and made them all fresh coffee then, having ascertained that my presence wasn’t a problem, I joined them with a big mug of my own at the patio table. It was clear that with the older children gone and only babies to overhear, the three girls had not felt inhibited about discussing the events of Friday night.

I wasn’t sure how far their conversation had got and didn’t want to cause any upset so for a long time, I just sat and listened.

“So how many times have you done it?” my wife was asking Julie, amazement in her voice.

“Just three, not including the first night,” she replied without hesitation.

“And it’s always the same man?”

“Client,” she corrected Alice quietly. “Yes. Well, so far it has.”

“You want to have other… clients too?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

I could think of a dozen good reasons not to have sex with complete strangers for money, but I was very much a bystander in this discussion and kept my mouth tightly shut.

Carmen was taking a minor part in the conversation with a detached, rather wicked smile on her face. Alice just stared at her friend as if in amazement; but was there an element of envy there too?

“How would you find them?” Alice asked, still stunned. “You can’t just walk the street!”

Julie laughed.

“I’m going to join an agency, silly! There are plenty of them online.”

“But...”

“You don’t understand,” Julie continued animatedly. “I’m not ashamed of having been fooled into having sex with a stranger. I’m not even ashamed of having deliberately fucked a man for money. I know should be but I’m not.”

“Jules…!”

Julie turned to Alice, her eyes wide and bright.

“You know how exciting it was playing the whore! It got to you too, didn’t it? Well, believe me, actually being a whore is even more exciting! That first night, waiting for a complete stranger to come and proposition me, I was more turned on than I have ever been in my life. Taking him to the apartment and taking his money made me feel powerful as well as really sexy.

“Doing whatever he wanted; stripping for him; sucking his cock on my knees… Oh God! It took me so close to the edge that when the time came for fucking, he barely had to touch me before I began to cum. And when I started cumming I just couldn’t stop!”

Alice was staring now, open-mouthed.

“When I found out it was all real; that it wasn’t a set-up it made it much, much better, not worse. I really had looked sexy enough for a good-looking man to want me. He wanted me enough to pay all that money just for a couple of hours of sex with me.

“It was amazing sex too! And he wanted to see me again – we even exchanged mobile numbers."

The inadvisability of this should have been obvious but to the sex-fuddled Julie, it just seemed natural. She really did see nothing sordid or shameful about the transaction at all. It had brought both of them great pleasure and earned her a nice amount of extra cash.

But it was what that cash meant that mattered more. What it meant about her as woman. Her logic was warped and twisted but it was a kind of logic, nonetheless.

“When he called to say wanted to see me again, I just had to say yes!”

She looked at her two silent friends.

“And that time - when I knew I was really being a whore - it was even better! Oh God, it was so much better! So when he called a third time, I just couldn’t refuse!”

I sat in silence, my mind spinning. Julie seemed to view the word ‘whore’ as a badge of honour rather than a term of abuse. But who were we to criticise; a willing cuckold, his slut wife and an amateur pimp! Who were we to pass judgment on her?

But Julie hadn’t finished. To the astonishment of all of us there was more to come:

“It was by far the most exciting, most erotic, most life-affirming thing that has ever happened to me! Ever since it happened that night, I’ve felt SO different. Brighter! Sexier! Happier! I feel like a new a new person. I feel more like a woman that ever in my life before! I feel more confident than I ever have before! I feel sexier than I ever have ever before!

“I simply don’t care about the risks. I know it’s crazy but I don’t care! I’ve got to do it again! I’ve got to keep on doing it or I’ll go mad! I won’t ever be satisfied if I don’t!”

Alice and I stared at her then at each other. To my surprise, where my mouth was open wide in astonishment, my wife’s expression was one of pure envy.

Then as if with one thought, we both turned silently to look at Carmen. To my horror, there was a gleam; almost an evil glow in her eye and an expression of pure triumph on her face.

I felt a cold wave wash over me. What on earth had the She-Devil created?