I woke in an empty bed. Meg wasn't there. I was excited to find out how her evening went with Alan. Meg told me, "Stupendous," when I got into bed with her, but she was half asleep.

I found Meg sitting at the dining room table, staring into a full mug of cold coffee. She was wearing her white robe but hadn't fastened it.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Meg didn't look happy.

"Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened."

"But you said it was stupendous."

"Did I. I don't remember. Maybe it was, but it was a mistake."

I made Meg a fresh coffee and tried to console her.

"I don't want to see Alan again," Meg said, and then she began to elaborate. "He wants me to have an affair with him. Keep it a secret from you and Jane. And he doesn't want you going near Jane."

"But he offered Jane to me when I stopped you and Lenny. A peace offering, I think, so I would let you and Lenny carry on having sex."

"Maybe if you had, things might be different. Not now. That's not all. Alan is in with a small group. They enlist wives for sex and share them around."

"And he wants you to be one of them?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," Meg said.

Her tone told me there was more. When I asked, Meg had a revelation.

"I let Alan take a nude photograph of me. He sent it to his friends."

I asked if Meg's face was in the shot.

"Everything, and with my legs spread."

I tried not to show it, for Meg's sake, but I was getting aroused. By the time Meg had finished her story, my cock was solid.

"Alan rang one of his friends, Daniel. Alan made me describe to Daniel what he was doing to me."

"And what was he doing?" I asked, eager for information.

"Alan began with his head between my legs, licking me down there. Then he put his cock inside me. I could relate to Daniel at first, but then Alan began pounding me, and I dropped the phone."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Daniel made me use the 'F' and 'C' words. There is one other thing," Meg dropped her head. "Daniel asked me to meet him today. Well, he told me to. I felt I had to say yes."

"So you said you would?"

"Yes," Meg said softly.

"Are you going? Do you want to go?"

Meg lifted her head, "How can I? I can't leave you at home and go out with another man. You know what he will do to me."

I put Meg's hand on my crotch, "Yes, you can, and I do know," I said positively.

Meg squeezed my dick and felt how hard I was, "If that's what you want." Meg smiled. Her nipples sprang out, "But only if you take me over the table. Now!"

I ripped Meg's robe off and bent her over the table. Meg was sopping wet, and her pussy sucked my shaft into her.

I grabbed a handful of Meg's hair and pulled her head back, "Don't you let me down. I don't want any complaints," and then I thrust my hips forward. Forcing my cock deeper into Meg.

Neither of us lasted long. We were both in a heightened state of lust.

Meg showered and asked me what I thought she should wear. I wanted her to wear a skirt and her black mesh top, but Meg said they were meeting in a bar.

"Wear your white jacket," I suggested.

Meg was a little reluctant, but she gave in, but she insisted on the jacket. We decided Meg should wear panties. We didn't want to make it too easy for him.

Meg looked stunning when she was ready to leave. The jacket was left undone, but it covered her breasts. The white skirt wasn't too short, but it showed the right amount of bare thigh.

"Come on. I'll drive you.

Meg was shocked, "It's okay. I can get a cab."

I insisted and drove Meg to her rendezvous. I kissed Meg, watched her walk into the bar, and parked the car. I wanted to see who she was meeting. When I entered the bar, I spotted Meg almost immediately. She was with three young men, about thirty, at a guess. Two were sitting. The third stood talking to Meg. She shook her head as if she was saying, "No," to something. Then I found out what. The man helped Meg to take her jacket off.

Meg went to the bar, so I did too and stood next to her.

"What are you doing here?" Meg said as angrily and quietly as she could through clenched teeth.

"I wanted to see Daniel. I presume he is the one that took your jacket off?"

"Yes, and look at how I am walking around in public."

"You look fantastic," I told Meg. She smiled.

I found a seat facing Meg so I could watch her. The four of them looked like they were having a good time. Meg didn't seem worried that her breasts were on show. I had almost finished my beer and was ready to leave when I saw Meg push her skirt along her thighs. She wriggled around some, and her panties traveled down her legs and over her feet. Meg glanced over at me quickly and handed her panties to Daniel.

I finished my beer and was about to leave when Meg walked towards me and passed without saying anything. I did get a wry smile.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Meg; she was in the bathroom. It read, "I will probably be home late. Daniel is taking me to a motel. Don't wait up."

I thought the smiley emoji at the end was a nice touch.

Meg walked back to her table. She didn't look at me again. I wasn't sure Meg knew I had left. Her attention concentrated on Daniel. I received one more text from Meg saying she was at the motel.

The evening was pleasant torture. My cock was hard and hardly out of my hands. My mind raced with thoughts of what Meg might be doing. Or should I say what Daniel was doing to her?

I went to bed but couldn't sleep. At twelve-thirty, I heard the front door open, but not close. Too afraid to disturb Meg, I waited in bed. It was ten to one when Meg came into the bedroom.

"I told you not to wait up," Meg said in a terse tone.

"I couldn't sleep, and then I heard the door. That was a while ago. What were you doing?"

"Daniel wanted me to suck his dick again."

"Oh!" I said.

"Oh. What does that mean?"

"Nothing," I replied, trying not to put any meaning or tone into the single word.

"I sucked his cock. What's the big deal?" Meg said, taking her top and skirt off.

I could see Meg's pubic hair was matted, and there were a couple of bruises on her thigh. Meg's left breast had a bite mark close to her nipple. She climbed into bed. At first, Meg had her back to me, but then she faced me, "You sent Alan over. He fucked me right here in this bed. What is it about a cock in my mouth?"

I didn't know what to say. But then Meg put her hand on my chest and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"It has been a hard night, and I am all fucked out. Can we go to sleep and talk in the morning?"

I pulled Meg to me and cuddled her.

The next morning I was woken by the sound of the curtains opening. "Come on, lazybones. Time to get up."

Meg was wearing a thin blue top tucked into her jeans. She kissed me and apologized, "I am sorry I was short with you last night. It was an incredibly energetic night, and I was exhausted. To make up for it, I am going to let you take me out for breakfast. Well, brunch now."

I showered, and when I was ready, Meg said, "Are you okay with what I am wearing. I could take the bra off if you want. Put a skirt on and no panties."

"You look fantastic," I told her. Mainly because she did, but also because it was Meg pre, Alan.

Neither of us mentioned anything about what happened. We talked about everyday things that married couples do. Inevitably though, the subject had to come up.

Meg instigated the subject partway through our meal, "Aren't you going to ask about last night?"

"I knew you would tell me when you were ready. I saw you take your panties off."

"Oh, wow. That was an experience. I was still getting used to them, seeing my breasts. Then Daniel told me to take them off. He is like Alan. When he tells me to do something, I feel compelled to do it."

"You didn't say, No?"

"No. I, I just took them off. Did anyone else see?"

"I don't know. Probably. I was watching you. It was very sexy."

"Did you get a hard-on?" Meg asked.

"Maybe, but we are talking about you and Daniel?"

"Right," Meg said. "We had a few more drinks, and we went back to the motel."

"Who's we?"

"The four of us," Meg said, as calm as you please.

"The other two. Are they part of this group?"

"No, silly," Meg said, giggling. "They are just friends of Daniel's. He told me to give them a blowjob, and then he made them leave. We took our clothes off and had sex."

It was a hard question to ask, but I needed to know, "Was it good?"

"Absolutely," Meg said, smiling. "And it only got better. His cock never went off. He was hard all night." Meg looked at me with serious eyes, "I'm not going to lie to you, Frank. It was the best sex..."

It's not what you want to hear from your wife, but I finished the sentence, "You've ever had."

"Yes. No. It's, it's different."

I shouldn't have asked, but I did, "How?"

"Oh, I don't know. I loved the way they starred at my breasts. They saw them before they knew my name. The sex is just that: sex, pure lust. Daniel had me there for one thing, and I don't mind. I'm not Meg, Frank's wife. I am Meg, the dirty little slut who loves and wants cock. The scary thing is, I don't think I mind whose it is. But right now, yours is the one I want. Take me home."

Back home, we went to bed. I had reservations about my performance and how Meg would judge me. From the moment I entered Meg, she encouraged and told me how she loved it. By the time I was ready to cum, Daniel was a mere memory, and I was special.

Meg did have more news for me. I thought her timing sucked, but while we lay with the fresh smell of sex wafting in the air, Meg said, "I am being given to another man."

"Who?" I asked.

"I don't know. I only know where to meet."

"Part of the group?" I asked, thinking he must be.

"No, he is a friend of Alan's. In town on business. Alan asked if I could entertain him for the day."

"Entertain," I said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean. We have the rest of the night. I can entertain you," Meg said and pursed her lips.

"We have, but I have something in mind for you."

"My, that sounds exciting."

"Go out. Pick a guy up and fuck him."

"Are you serious?" Meg queried.

I asked Meg if she would question Daniel. "No," she said shyly.

"Then, don't question me. Get ready, and one thing, dress like my wife."

I went downstairs and waited for Meg. She came down in a pale blue dress and heels. I could tell she was wearing a bra. "Panties?" I asked.

Meg lifted her knee-length dress and showed me her white panties.

"I rang for a cab. It should be here soon." I kissed Meg and said, "I want proof."

The cab arrived, and I walked Meg out.

"What kind of proof?" she asked as I was closing the door.

"You will think of something." I finished closing the cab door and waved to Meg as the cab drove away.

I got myself a cold beer and sat on the settee. There was no doubt in my mind Meg would do what I told her. I passed the time trying to figure out what sort of proof Meg would bring me.

Two hours later, I got a text from Meg, telling me to hide in the spare front bedroom. I took the top off another beer and sat on the bed. Minutes later, a car pulled up. I saw Meg get out and then a man. They kissed, and the man grasped Meg's ass. I lost sight of them as they walked up to the house.

I heard the front door open and Meg giggling. Then there was silence until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I listened to the sound of kisses and Meg chuckling again and then dared to peek. Meg's dress was unzipped. The top half tangling from her waist.

Whoever Meg had with her had Meg's right nipple in his mouth.

Meg looked in my direction and smiled, "Take me to bed," she said.

"What about your husband?" the man asked.

Meg told him not to worry. They had plenty of time.

They went into the bedroom, and Meg made sure the door was left open. I waited a short time and tip-toed to the door. I could see Meg's reflection in the dressing table mirror. Her panties were gone, and the stranger had his head between Meg's legs.

Meg turned her head and saw my reflection. "Take your clothes off. I want you inside me."

I could see them both strip naked, and Meg sucked his cock for a few moments.

"Should I put something on?" he asked iMeg.

"You can if you want, but I would prefer you didn't."

Meg lay on her side, facing the mirror. He got on the bed behind her. Meg lifted a bent leg, and I saw his shaft sink into Meg's pussy. My eyes were transfixed, watching his cock  piston in and out of Meg.

Meg moaned. Softly at first, but then louder as the thrusts became more robust. They changed. He laid on top of Meg and thrust hard and deep into her.

Meg became more vocal, and she was screaming, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

He grunted and came with Meg.

"OH my God," he said when he rolled off Meg. "That was amazing."

They laid still for a while, and then Meg said, "You had better get dressed. My husband will be home soon."

When he dressed, the man asked for Meg's number, and she entered her number into his phone. Meg escorted him to the door. I was waiting for her when she came back to the bedroom.

Meg stood at the foot of the bed, "Was that proof enough?" Meg asked, proudly, with a smile on her face.

Meg put one leg on the bed and pushed two fingers into her pussy. "Mmm," she moaned when she put both into her mouth. "He tastes good," Meg said after she slowly withdrew her fingers from her mouth.

"Time for us to do something new," Meg said.

I asked what, and Meg told me, "To put your cock inside me when I am full of someone else's cum. Sloppy seconds, I think it's called."

My first 'sloppy seconds' was an experience. It might have been my imagination, but it felt different sliding in and out of Meg. It could also have been I was so horny after watching Meg getting fucked. Either way, it was a magical night.

The next day started the way the last ended, with Meg bouncing on my dick. Over breakfast, we discussed the night before.

"Did you hear him ask if he should wear a rubber? I thought that was so cute."

"I know Lenny didn't. Did Daniel or Alan?" I asked.

"Nah, they wouldn't. They aren't the type. I told you, it's different with them. I'm different with them."

I told Meg I would like to meet the Meg they know. She said, "You did last night."

"When I saw you having sex?"

"No. When you told me to find a man to have sex with, that's the Meg they know. She does what she is told."

Meg gave me a peck on the cheek and said it was time for her to get ready to meet Alan's friend. She came back dressed in a blouse, skirt, and heels—nothing else.

"Are you going to drive me?" Meg asked.

"Of course, I want to see what he looks like."

"So do I," Meg joked.

We arrived at the hotel early. The lobby was busy, "So how do you know it's him?"

Meg told me he had the photo Alan took of her. We sat separately, and after about ten minutes, a man approached Meg. He was balding and carried a little too much weight around his waist. Meg stood, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

They walked toward the elevator with Meg clinging to his arm. I followed a little way behind. Meg managed to give me a smile and a wave. Before the doors closed, Meg was kissing him again, and his hands were all over Meg's ass.

Meg arrived home unexpectedly early. About six-thirty. She had no sooner closed the door than I barked at her, "Strip." When Meg was naked, I asked if she had anything inside her. Just as sternly.

"Probably. I took the last load just over an hour ago."

I took Meg to the bedroom. I piled the pillowcases against the headboard and then took my clothes off. I made myself comfortable, and I told Meg to sit on my shaft. She lowered her wet pussy over my dick.

"Tell me what happened."

Before Meg began, she kissed me and put her tongue into my mouth.

"When I left you, we went straight to his room. The first thing he said when we got there was, he wanted a pee."

"Is that what he said?" I queried.

"Not exactly."

"Then why be polite? Tell me how it happened.

Meg cleared her throat, "When we got into the room, he told me he wanted a piss, and I had to hold his dick while he did."

"That's better," I interrupted Meg.

Meg smiled and carried on with her story. "I wasn't a very good a shot. It went over the seat and floor—some on William's shoes. I cleaned it up while William took his clothes off. He was sitting on the bed with a nice hard cock pressing against his tummy when I finished. Then he told me his shoes needed drying. I got a tissue, but he didn't want that. William told me to use my tongue. So that's what I did. I licked William's piss off his shoes."

Meg smiled and popped her tongue out. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over my lips, and then pushed it in my mouth.

"Then I sat with William and jacked him off a little," Meg restarted. "I was about to go down on him when the door opened."

"Who was it, Alan?" I asked, eager to know.

"No, it was William's wife, Sandra."

"You are joking. What did she say?"

"She was fine. Sandra knew I was coming. She stripped off and started making out with William."

"What is she like?" I asked.

"Sandra. She is a curvy woman with large round breasts and the biggest darkest areola I have ever seen. Sandra told me to get undressed, while William played with her down there."

"Amm," I throatily growled.

"While William's finger fucked her. Sorry. Sandra told me to lay on the bed. She tied scarves around my wrists and ankles and tied the scarves to the bed. I was spread-eagled. Sandra went down on me first, then William. They took turns sucking and licking me. Then while Sandra licked me..."

I growled again.

"While Sandra licked my cunt William shoved his cock into my mouth. They kept alternating. My nipples were sore from being pulled and bitten."

I squeezed Meg's nipples, and she squealed. "Careful, they still are."

I kissed them both asked Meg to carry on.

"That's what they did for; I don't know how long. I came several times, and finally, finally, William shoved his cock into me and gave a good fucking. When he came, William untied my hands so that I could sit up and suck his dick clean. We had a drink, but they didn't untie my ankles. I had to sit with my legs open."

Meg looked at me, "You haven't cum have you?" I told her I hadn't, but it wouldn't take much. "I'll suck you off and finish after."

Meg dismounted me and put my cock in her mouth. I was right, it didn't take long, and I was spurting my seed into Meg's mouth.

We had a shower and made dinner without discussing Meg's day until we were finished and sitting having a beer.

"Where was I?" Meg asked.

"Sitting up having a drink with your ankles still tied."

"Of course. We were just talking, and there was a knock on the door, and Alan walked in. Alan had his hand on Sandra's ass when he said he didn't have to ask if I was looking after them. He could tell I had by the creamy line leaking from my cunt. Alan said Sandra and William should get ready; he had made reservations for lunch. He didn't untie me. He gave a quick, vigorous fucking, and when he had finished, I only had time for a wash between my legs, and we went to lunch."

I got Meg and me another beer, and we snuggled together while she finished her story.

"We had a long lunch and went back to the hotel," Meg began. "As soon as we were in the room, our clothes came off. that's when things really happened for me."

"In what way?" I asked.

"There was a lot of sucking, went on, cock and pussy, but when the fucking started, I was blown away. William had his shaft in me first, but Sandra went down and licked my clit. If that wasn't enough, Alan pushed his cock into my mouth. I couldn't stop cumming. We did the same with Sandra, and she had the same intense orgasm I did. Sandra and I took charge. We fucked and sucked the guys. Swapping dicks when it pleased us."

"Wow," I said.

"There is one more thing, and I would like to try it with you."

I asked Meg what it was, "I was sucking Williams cock. Alan was fucking my cunt, and I had this urge. I licked my finger and pushed it into William's ass hole. Almost immediately, he shot a huge amount of cum into my mouth. After he told me it was because I fingered him. That was about it. Alan had to pick Jane up, and they were going out for dinner."

"Do you think they will have another session tonight?"

"No," Meg said. "Alan was specific. He told me not to mention anything to Jane."

"What about you? Have you been assigned to someone else?"

"Not yet. Soon I hope." Meg said, smiling.