Juliette lay there in silence for what seemed to her, an eternity, but in reality, it was only ten minutes or so. She wondered if Mark was still lying on top of Sharon, still erect and deeply embedded inside her. She couldn’t understand it. She should have felt anger and jealousy, but it was quite the opposite. She felt arousal instead. She wondered if they were kissing; Sharon thanking him for such a wonderful fuck. She knew that Dave was lousy in bed – Sharon was always complaining about him. He was too quick and then he would just roll over and go to sleep. Mark wasn’t like that. He made sure she orgasmed before cumming himself and he always kissed and cuddled before sleeping.

The sound of bedsprings creaking pulled her from her thoughts, then she heard footsteps. It was Sharon. She leant over and kissed her. “You okay, luv?” she said as she began to free her wrists.

Juliette told her she was fine. “You’re okay with everything?” Sharon asked. “I would never want to hurt you,” she said as she began to free her legs. Juliette stood up and Sharon hugged her.

“I’m sorry but I just had to another shag from him. You don’t know what it’s like to have lousy sex night after night.”

Juliette hugged her. “I’m glad you enjoyed him.”

Sharon put her arm around her and led her back to the bedroom, where Mark was sitting up bemused by the spectacle of his wife and Sharon walking in naked to join him. Juliette climbed in beside him at her usual side of the bed, and Sharon climbed in on the other side of the bed. Suddenly Juliette burst out laughing. “This is fucking bizarre,” she said.

Mark put his arms around both women. “Feels quite natural to me,” he joked.

Juliette pulled the duvet back so that his cock was exposed. It was still not fully flaccid. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it. Sharon quickly followed suit, and with her hand touching him as well, it began to stiffen. “Can I suck him, Juliette?”

She looked at Mark. “Do you want her to suck you, darling?”

“Is the Pope a fucking Catholic?”

She laughed and moved her hand away. Sharon adjusted herself in the bed and took her mouth to his cock. Her hand held him firmly and her head began to bob up and down with her lips tight around him. Juliette reached across and began to stroke her head. “Don’t go all the way, Sharon,” she told her. “Put his cum to good use.”

Sharon looked up at her. “I don’t mind if he gets you pregnant. In fact, I think it would be better that you knew who the father was!”

She lifted her face away. “It might take a little time, Juliette. It’s going to mean that we could be fucking for a few weeks even months. Are you sure about it?”

Mark reached for his wife’s hand. “Juliette has a thing about watching me fuck another woman,” he told her. “It’s been a fantasy of hers for a while now, Sharon. We’ll both be doing her a favour.”

She could see the surprise on Sharon’s face as Sharon leaned over to kiss her. “Well, if that’s what you want, luv, I’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

Juliette nodded.

“Perhaps you could give your husband and I more room in the bed, Juliette?” she told her. “Go and sit on that chair and watch me enjoying sex with your husband,” she added nodding at the dressing table chair.

Juliette got out of bed and sat down as Sharon sat astride Mark. She watched them kiss like long time lovers; watched Mark cup her breasts in his eager hands and Sharon cup his face in her hands. “I wish I had known this before. I have always fancied fucking you,” she said quietly.

It came as no surprise to Juliette. She knew Sharon well; she knew the look of lust in a woman’s eyes and Sharon had not been slow in showing it when Mark was around. She knew that their friendship had held her back from turning fantasy into reality, but now all barriers were down. Sharon moved off his lap and lay back with her head facing the bottom of the bed. She drew her knees back and spread her thighs wide. ”Come on Mark. My cunt’s all yours,” she said turning to Juliette and smiling.

Juliette sat and watched them make love. It wasn’t lust. Sharon had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, and her lips glued to his. Mark had his hands under her bottom pulling himself tighter into her as he fucked. They were oblivious to her presence, so much so, that she was able to touch herself while they fucked. Halfway through, they stopped and changed to a different position.

She had expected it to happen. Mark loved doggy fashion. He liked to spank as he fucked, and Sharon had long dark hair for him to pull. He also liked to talk dirty. Juliette was used to being called a slut and a whore. She enjoyed it. And so did Sharon. When he pulled out of her she sank down where she was, bottom still in the air and face buried in the duvet. She quietly moaned to herself as Mark climbed off the bed and went across to Juliette.

He was still erect, and his cock glistened with their juices. Juliette didn’t need telling, she sank to her knees and took his cock to her mouth. It was all part of her fantasy; to clean her husband’s cock after fucking another woman. In a few minutes,  she would be fulfilling another part of the fantasy. Her husband’s cum was slowly oozing out of Sharon and making its way down the inside of her thighs. Her clean up job was unfinished.

*****

Mark and Juliette were kissing and cuddling after a Sunday morning fuck when the telephone rang. It was Sharon. “Dave’s fucked off to play golf again,” she moaned. “You two got anything planned for today?”

“We were just about to get up and shower,” Juliette told her.

Sharon laughed. “Hope you two have been behaving yourself!”

It was Juliette’s turn to laugh. “Mark has been very bad. He woke me and took advantage of me.”

“Dirty girl!” she commented. “Seriously though, you are a lucky woman. At least he’s always around and taking care of you. I’m a fucking golf widow!”

Juliette couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe Doctor Mark has some medicine to make you feel better?”

“Mmmmm, I bet he has. Would you mind if he gave me some?”

Juliette hesitated and then handed the phone to Mark. Sharon said good morning and then repeated her request.

“So, you want some medicine then?” he said.

“I would love some,” she giggled.

“You should really be demanding it from Juliette,” he told her, as he slipped his hand between her thighs. “You see, Juliette is submissive, likes to be told what to do, if you get my drift!”

“I think I know where you are coming from Mark.”

“So, Sharon, if you want me to fuck you then you should… “

“Be telling her that I want you?” she cut in.

“I think we are on the same page now!”

“Put me back onto her,” Sharon told him.

Juliette nervously took the phone from him. “Hi, Sharon.”

“Juliette, I would like to fuck your husband,” she told her. “You have no objection do you?”

“N… no.”

“You had nothing planned for lunch today did you?” she asked.

“We were planning to go out to the carvery around 2:00 pm.”

“Well make it 3:00 pm,” Sharon told her. “I’ll be round about 12:30 pm to have a couple of hours in bed with Mark, and we’ll all go to the carvery. I’ll pay or should I say, Dave will. I have a joint credit card for his account, he can fucking pay!”

Juliette laughed.

“I take it that Mark likes sexy undies, stockings, suspenders and the like?”

“Yes,” Juliette answered.

“Good. See you later.”

She turned up at 12:15 pm wearing a loose-fitting red dress. Its hem was a modest knee-length, but it belied the woman she really was. Juliette was admiring it when Sharon lifted the hem to waist height showing her black, lacy top stockings and suspenders, and also showing that she wore no panties.

“Sharon!” Juliette gasped.

Mark looked on and smiled. “I thought I would get some air!” Sharon said, bring laughter from them both. “If you were my wife though,” Mark said, “You would get a spanking for that.”

Sharon dropped her hem. “Do you really think it deserves a good spanking?”

Juliette looked at Mark and then turned to Sharon. “Mark is not averse to spanking when it’s necessary, Sharon.”

“Oooooh, I like a man who spanks,” she responded.

Juliette turned to Mark. “Better get the paddle, darling.”

Sharon gave a nervous smile as Mark left the room. “He really is into spanking then?”

She nodded. “I can be a naughty girl sometimes. He likes to keep me in check.”

“I had a boyfriend into that,” Sharon confessed. “He was very good. He was a good lover too.”

“Maybe spankers make better lovers!” Juliette told her.

“We do,” Mark said as he returned with a brown leather paddle. Sharon swallowed at the sight of him standing there tapping his hand with it. 

“You won’t leave any marks will you?” she asked. “I don’t want him seeing anything.”

“It depends,” he answered. “You get three now, and three after we fuck. And depending on how good your fuck is, you may get another six as well.”

Her eyes widened and she felt wetness between her thighs. There was also a tingling down there that she hadn’t felt in years. Mark took her by the hand and led her into the dining room with Juliette following. She knew what it was like; having been laid across the table many times, naked from the waist down, and thrashed with the paddle. Mark left marks!

He made her lie across the width of the table and then told Juliette to go to the other side and hold Sharon’s arms. He lifted her dress back over her waist and then tapped her ankles with his foot. “Spread them wide.”

She obeyed. He saw the wetness between her thighs and ran his fingers up between her thighs to her sex. “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you Sharon Bailey?”

“Yes,” she answered with a soft moan.

“Good. I like fucking sluts,” he told her. “So, it’s three now and depending on how good you make me feel afterwards, it’s three more and another six after that. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she moaned as his fingers penetrated her.

“Also, after each stroke, you will say the stroke number and thank me,” he told her. “So, after the first stroke, you will say, ‘One, thank you, Mark,’ and so on. Understand?”

“Yes, Mark.”

“Should you forget or give the wrong number, we go back and start all over again.”

Mark withdrew his fingers and picked up the paddle. Juliette saw Sharon’s closed eyes and scrunched up face as she waited for the hit. She also saw Mark’s hand raised high in the air, gripping the paddle. Mark could see the cheeks of her bottom tighten in expectation. Juliette knew what was coming next.

Mark tapped her bottom with his free hand, distracting Sharon’s concentration before bringing his arm quickly down. Sharon screamed out. Juliette flinched and Mark raised his arm again. “One. Thank you, Mark,” Sharon sobbed. The next one was softer and after her thank you, it was followed up by the last stroke. Juliette released her hands and Sharon stood to her feet, pulling up her dress and twisting round to take a look at her bottom. “That was fucking sore,” she told him.

Mark quickly reached down with his hand and pushed it between her legs. “But pleasurable,” he said as he felt her wetness. She smiled.

Mark turned to Juliette. “Take her to our bedroom and get her stripped for me,” he told her. “And tell her what pleases me.”

She smiled before taking Sharon’s hand and leading her away. “What does Mark like?” she asked.

Juliette smiled and whispered something in her ear. Sharon gave her a look of surprise. “You do know what it is, don’t you?”

Sharon nodded.