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I’m going to be honest, I don’t remember in detail what happened when Anna got home that night after her first dogging experience. I could lie, make stuff up, but, unfortunately, I’ve just forgotten. I’ve seen her come home spent and covered in dry cum lots of times. I’d eat her out whilst she tells me what happened, then I’d either get sex, a blowjob or handjob. If she was too wrecked she’d just go to bed and I would see to myself.
What I do remember very clearly is what happened over the next week.
In the following days, Anna seemed really down. I would ask her if she was ok, only to be told she was fine.
Brian was going to be busy for the next couple of weeks, so we had time to ourselves. We’d planned for the two kids to stay at my mum’s that Friday and Saturday, giving us some alone time.
Anna had been working in the office that Thursday and was very quiet when she got home. After the kids had been put to bed I found her crying in the kitchen.
Now, my wife isn’t one for crying. She doesn’t get emotional at movies and is fairly emotionally stable, even during her monthly. Seeing her cry is a once every 5 year event.
“Babe, are you ok? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” Anna said, wiping away her tears, trying to turn her face away so I couldn’t see
“It’s clearly not “nothing”. Something has been bothering you all week, and now you’re crying. You don’t cry.” I was concerned, “Is it because of the dogging? Was it too much?”
“It’s Dan,” she said very quietly, “I miss him and, well, I don’t know. I just miss him”
Oh shit. Fucking Dan again.
“I saw him at work today and he ignored me. It just got to me, is all”
We hugged, I comforted her, and after sitting on the sofa for an hour with Anna not saying anything, just leaning on me, we went to bed. No sex that night, she wasn’t in the mood.
While Anna was fast asleep, I went through her phone, something I’ve never done before. I found Dan’s number which I typed into the contacts on my phone. I paused, then I looked at her text messages.
There were lots from Brian. Three distinct different types. One’s that we’re instructing her what to wear or how to dress. Others were telling her what a slut she had been the night before. Then others, which were to either confirm pick up or drop off times.
I paused, then looked at the ones to and from Dan.
The messages were all flirty and playful. Like a new relationship.
Him asking what she was wearing. Conversations about the sex they’d previously had. Others were things he wanted to do to her or how he couldn’t wait to see her again.
Anna would respond in kind. Not short answers, but long threads. She’d talk about how much he turned her on. How she got wet thinking about him. The things she wanted to do to him or stuff she wanted him to do to her. She would describe the times he’d made her cum, how good he was, how big he was, how amazing his body was. She went into detail about how many orgasms she had the last time they met, how she couldn’t wait to see him again.
She described what she was wearing or what she planned to wear for him. How she played with herself thinking about him, fantasies she had about him, or that she was currently playing with herself and how wet she was for him.
And there were pictures. Lots of pictures. A few from him to her, either topless or a dick pic. There were many more pictures Anna sent to him. Some she sent spontaneously. One was a full body pic taken using our bathroom mirror, Anna completely naked, with a “Thinking about you” message attached. Most of the pics she sent were requests from Dan. “Show me you tits” and within a few minutes Anna had sent a topless pic. “Let me see you fingering yourself”, “show me that ass”, or “Let’s see what you look like in your new stockings”. All picture replies from Anna sent no more than 4 minutes after the request from Dan.
My cock was so hard. First, just from the pictures, and second, because Anna had kept this a secret.
I put Anna’s phone back and went downstairs, still hard.
I’ve no clue why I did what I did. In time, she would have gotten over him. Moved on. But, either guilt from seeing her cry or some sick cuck sadomasochism, I sent him a message.
“Hi Dan, it’s Mark, Anna’s husband.
Look, Anna told me what happened and she’s really upset about it. I just want to be clear that I don’t ask or pressure her into anything, she makes her own choices. She has a fetish for certain things and, unfortunately, only Brian seems to be able to do what she likes to satisfy that. He likes to use her, but also cares just enough to keep her safe. And she likes that. With you it was different. She genuinely cared about you. I fully understand if you want no part in any of this, it’s not easy knowing someone you care for enjoys emotionless sex with someone else, so I get it.
It’s just that I don’t like seeing her this upset. If you still care about her, maybe you could come and see her? I know she’d love to see you. We’re in all day tomorrow and Saturday, the kids are away. I can give you two some space to talk.”
And send. Grey tick. Double grey, he’s received it. Then…. double blue tick.
Shit, I sent it. He read it. Now he’s typing…
“Hi Mark, yeah thanks. It’s a bit weird saying this to you, but I miss her too. I’ll come over and see her tomorrow after work. Thanks”
So, there we go. I just invited the one guy who I dislike my wife seeing, back into her life. Not only that, I invited him to my house.
As worried as I was, and convinced I’d made a mistake, I still wanked off thinking about them together before I went back upstairs.
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The next day came and the situation with Anna and Dan was all I could think about. To make it worse, I couldn’t think how to tell Anna what I’d done without admitting I’d been through her phone. On top of that, Anna seemed much better today, like she’d gotten it out of her system.
But, as I looked at her, my thoughts were on the pictures she’d sent to Dan. I was imagining her posing for them, her fantasising about him as she did.
It got to just after 6pm. I started to think Dan had changed his mind, when there was a knock on the front door.
I answered it to find Dan standing there. He was in one of those tight long sleeved V-neck tops and jeans. He looked good, and he’d clearly showered and shaved.
We exchanged “Hi’s” and I invited him in.
Anna came into the room from the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She looked from me to Dan. She had worked at home today and finished at 3pm. After, she’d had a long bath. She was wearing her pink fluffy dressing gown.
“I invited him over,” I explained to her, “You seemed so upset and I wanted you to get a chance to clear the air”
I was having serious second thoughts. I figured if I made it sound like a “put it behind you” chat, then nothing would come of this. What the hell was I thinking by sending that message?
“Oh, yeah. Er, hi” she half smiled at Dan
“Hi.” He replied, “Would you like to talk?”
They both looked at me.
“Erm, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”, and with that I went past Anna into the kitchen.
I closed the door behind me and sat in a very specific chair at the table.
Our door between the kitchen and living room is basically a big sheet of glass with a wooden frame. I sat in a chair that allowed me to look in the big mirror we have in the kitchen. I could see them sitting on the sofa.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear what they were saying because they were talking too quietly. They sat very close, with Dan sitting back on the sofa, and Anna, turned sideways, one leg bent on the sofa and the other foot on the floor.
I watched as they talked. Dan sometimes nodded, sometimes shaking his head, Anna mostly nodding. They talked for a good 30 minutes.
Then Anna put her hand on his knee. Dan put his hand over hers. They talked a bit more. Then Anna leaned in and kissed him.
My heart almost stopped.
They kept kissing, Dan’s hand coming up into her hair from behind. Then Anna mounts him. Straddling his lap, head bent down to meet him. They kept kissing as Dan’s hands moved down and held onto her ass, over the top of her dressing gown.
I got so hard.
Dan starts kissing her neck, Anna’s head goes back. She sits up and lets the dressing gown fall off her shoulders, exposing her naked back to me. Dan’s hands move to the front and up. Though I couldn’t see it, it was obvious he’d put his hands on my wife’s bare breasts.
More kissing. Anna was gently rocking her hips forward and back, slowly grinding on his lap.
That carried on for 5 minutes. Anna then broke free and stood up, putting her dressing gown back on, taking Dan’s hand, and leading him upstairs.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” my heart was pounding. I was sick with jealousy and more turned on than that first time I’d seen her bent over Brian’s desk.
She’d taken him upstairs. In our house. She’d either totally ignored me on purpose or she had forgotten that I even existed.
I heard the floorboards creek as they reached the top of the stairs. I quietly got up, went through the door, and, ever so slowly, went upstairs.
“Which room?” I thought.
“Oh baby, I’ve missed you so much”
Anna’s voice coming out of our bedroom.
I sat on the top step of the stairs and just listened.
The reason why we usually have sex in the spare room is because of the doors. The spare room door is flush against the carpet at the bottom. It also has stuff around the frame to stop any slamming noise or damage. Because of all this it helps keep any noise in.
Our bedroom door is rubbish. It’s missing at least an inch and a half off the door at the bottom and it doesn’t shut properly. The bottom closes, but the top half kind of bends, leaving a gap along the frame. This meant I could hear everything, as if I was just standing in the room with my eyes closed. I could even hear their breathing.
“God I’ve missed your pussy” I heard Dan say, in between wet kissing or licking sounds
“Mmmm, baby, nobody eats me like you. I’m so horny. Can you taste how wet I am?”
More sloppy wet sounds, the bed creaking a little.
“Yeah, that’s it, please, stick it in my ass”
More noise from the bed, along with Anna’s heavy breathing and light moaning
“oooo, I’m so close. Can I cum, baby? Please can I cum?”
“Yeah, cum for me, make me all wet, I want your wet pussy all over my face”
A few minutes more of wet slurping and Anna clearly came. Her moans echoing in the room.
It goes quiet, then I hear kissing.
“Mmmm, I’ve missed that” I hear Anna purr
“Me too, I love you so much” Dan said it as a whisper
“I love you too, sweetie.” She breathed back at him. “Now fuck me. Fuck me like you haven’t seen me in a month”
The bed makes noise like two people falling on it and immediately Anna starts moaning
“God, you’re so big. I’d forgotten how good you feel”
“Oh fuck, your so wet and tight. I fucking love your pussy”
Anna was loud. Really loud. Our bedroom wall joins our house to the neighbours. They were in, I’d seen them earlier, an old couple in their 60’s. Sometimes we could hear them having quiet sex from our bedroom. There was no way they didn’t hear Anna this evening.
The bed was going like they were jumping on it, Anna was moaning as loud as I’d ever heard her. Dan was making light grunting/growing noises mixed with his heavy breathing.
“Oh yeah, harder, fuck me harder. Oh Dan, my pussy is yours, you’ve got me so wet”
She said his name. Clearly and loud. The shame of what the neighbours would be thinking turned me on even more.
They carried on for another 20 minutes.
“Oh fuck your so hot” Dan shouted out, “Turn around, bend over”
I could hear them change position, then, “Mmm fuck, look at the wet pussy. Bend down, stick your ass up”
Then a wet sloppy sound and a sighed “yeeesss” from Anna
A few seconds later the house was filled with the noise of Dan fucking my wife doggy style. The bed creaking, the slapping as he pounded her. Anna’s non-stop moans, Dan’s grunts and heavy breathing.
He drilled her hard, fast, and relentlessly for 15 minutes straight. Anna screamed out another orgasm after 10 minutes, but Dan didn’t even pause, he just kept pounding away on her. I could even hear how wet she was.
Then it stopped.
Anna moans got quieter, “Oh my God, I’m shaking,” she half laughed.
I hear Dan laugh, out of breath.
“Lay down, sweetheart. My turn to make you cum” Anna said, out of breath.
More moving around on the bed.
“mmmm,” I hear Anna, “I’ve been looking forward to this the most”
“Yeah?”
I can hear the bed start to creak slowly
“Uh-huh. Your cock is perfect for riding. Hits all the right spots”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I love your nipples.” a pause as Dan moans a bit, “I can’t believe I’m fucking you in your husbands bed”
“Mmmm,” Anna almost purred, “It feels so naughty”
“He’s probably downstairs listening. Listening as I fuck you in his bed. I bet he’s listening to you and wanking off”
A pause, kissing.
“We aren’t fucking, we’re making love” I heard the words from my wife, “Let’s give him something to wank to”
The bed creaks louder and louder, Anna increasing the volume of her moans in time with the increased noise of the bed.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, Dan, your cock is so good, I love it”
“Mmm, Anna, babe, I love you.”
“I love you too. Oooo, I’m so close, pull my nipples,” the bed is creaking louder, “yeah, like that, yeah, a bit harder,” the beds getting louder, faster, “Yes, yes, pull hard, da, da,” she’d switched to Russian, lost in the pleasure.
The bed sounded like it was going to break. Anna was almost screaming, “DA! DA! DA! TRAKHNI MENYA! TRAKHNI MENYA, DAN, TRAKHNI MENYA!!!”
“Ooh baby!” Dan shouts, almost as loud, “I’m cumming”
I hear them come almost together. Anna first, the cries of “DA!DA!DA!”, followed swiftly by Dan’s “Uuugghhh”
They’d been fucking for over an hour.
I sat there, cock fit to burst, on the top step.
As strange as it sounds, I felt guilty for listening. Like I was peeking through a stranger’s window to watch them have sex, like some kind of pervert.
I was moving silently back the stairs down, very slowly so as not to make a noise. I’m halfway down and hear Anna.
“God, that was good. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me, again”
“I won’t, baby. You do what you need to do, I’ll be here.”
I sat on the sofa, rock hard. 10 minutes later Dan came down.
“Oh, er, I’m going, thanks” he looked a bit embarrassed, but quickly left.
I felt shame, embarrassment, regret, desire, lust, all rolled into one.
It was a very strange feeling. A mix of profound love for my wife, intense jealousy at what I’d just heard, and a little anger that Dan had brazenly fucked my wife in my bed.
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A quick note. I’m not proud of what I did next, but to keep things honest and consistent, I can’t really leave it out. If I did, the stuff that came in the next few weeks might seem a bit of a jump.
Also, Anna liked it, because of course she did, lol. It was a side to me she hadn’t expected, a side I hadn’t expected, and because it was me, she said it turned her on even more.
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I went upstairs and entered “our” bedroom.
The image of how sexy she looked is burned into my memory.
She was on her back, stretched out, sideways on the bed. One leg was bent up at the knee, the sole of her foot on the bed, about shin-high to the other leg which was flat, stretched out on the covers. She had one arm bent at the elbow above her head, and she was casually running her fingers through her hair with the other. I couldn’t see her pussy because her raised leg was bent in slightly. She looked flushed and very content. Anna was biting her lower lip with a little smile playing across her face. Very much like a, “oops, I’ve been a bit naughty” kind of look.
I immediately started stripping off.
“I’m not sure I’m up for that, honey” she said, sounding tired, “just give me an hour, ok? You can clean my pussy though, if you want?”
I had no intention of cleaning her. I wanted to fuck my wife.
I grabbed her and flipped her over. I was on my knees behind her. I used my knees on the inside of hers to push her legs wide apart. I did it all quickly.
She immediately went to move and I just grabbed her hair with one hand, pushing her into the bed. I shoved three fingers on my right hand into her pussy and scooped out a big load of Dan’s cum.
I heard her say, “Oh God…” as my fingers went in.
I coated my cock in Dan’s cum then spread what was left on my fingers over her ass hole.
Anna’s right hand came behind to stop me. I grabbed the wrist and held it against her back, lowered myself on top of her and pushed my cock into her ass.
I fucked her hard, getting deeper with each push. From the handful of hair I gripped on the back of her head I pushed her face into the bed.
I let go of her wrist, which she let fall to the bed next to her, and pressed my weight against her, my chest flat on her back. I pulled her head back and put my now free right hand over her mouth, muffling her screaming.
I started whispering stuff in her ear.
I can’t remember exactly, but Anna said it was things like, “This is how I’m gonna fuck you from now on. This is how cheap, cheating whores get fucked. Dan can keep your used up cunt, I’m having your ass”
Anna reached underneath herself and wanked herself to orgasm. I could feel her ass hole tightening around my cock as she came. I didn’t stop fucking her. I didn’t pause or let up. It was the most aggressive I’d ever been with her.
I came not long after, pushing as deep as I could into her ass.
I let go of her mouth and hair, her head dropping to the bed, resting on her left cheek, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
I just stayed on top, all my weight on her, cock still hard and buried in her ass.
After what seemed like ages I pulled out and rolled onto the bed on my back.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at her, feeling a bit shocked, and more than a little ashamed, by what I’d just done.
I didn’t know how, but my cock was still hard.
Anna moved. I thought she was getting off the bed, horrified by what I’d just done to her, but suddenly I felt her hand take my cock at the base and she started sucking me.
She started slowly, licking it all over, then more of a pace to it. In and out of her mouth, wanking me with her hand.
Without opening my eyes, I put my hand on the back of her head and started pushing her down deeper. She let go of my cock with her hand and followed the pressure I was putting on the back of her head.
My cock started hitting the back of her throat and, every now and then she’d gag a bit. I could feel her drool running down my balls.
Anna shifted position, putting her knees wide either side of my head, still sucking my cock, I could feel her laying flat on my chest and stomach. I opened my eyes to see her red raw pussy right in front of me, and felt her take my cock down her throat, right to my balls. She held it for ages, slightly moving her head around.
She came back up and took a big, deep breath, and carried on.
I wrapped my arms around her hips from underneath and pulled her pussy to my face.
It was an intense 69.
I ate her sore pussy roughly. Made rougher by the fact I hadn’t shaved for two days. She squirmed around on top, trying to escape, but I held her still with my arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her hip down to my mouth.
She didn’t stop sucking. Even though she was wriggling and trying to break free because of how sensitive her pussy was, she still managed to keep deepthroating me.
I locked onto her clit with my mouth, rubbing my tongue against it. My nose was pretty much in her wet pussy, juices all over my forehead. Anna came hard. I could feel the muscles in her thighs twitching like when you get an uncontrollable tick somewhere, and she was making deep moaning sounds into my cock.
It took her a while for her to calm down. Still the odd twitch, but gradually slowing. Anna just felt like a big weight on me, like she was passed out, no intention of moving. Half of my cock was still in her mouth.
I reached down, with her pussy still in my face, searching for the back of her head. I gripped her hair in both hands, and held her in place, as I bought my hips up and down, fucking her mouth.
I built up the pace, pushing her head down on my cock as I thrust upwards, feeling her throat open for me.
I came hard, pushing up with my hips, and pushing her head down with my hands, determined to shoot it all down her throat. I held it and she started to struggle. I held for a few seconds more then let her go.
Anna rolled off sucking in air.
We stayed there, just breathing hard, for maybe 5 minutes. I could feel my cock and balls getting cold because they were covered in her spit.
Anna soon moved over, and rested her head on my chest with her arm up around me. I bought mine down over her shoulder and held her tight.
We fell asleep like that. Both naked, on top of the quilt, sideways on the bed.
A few hours later we moved under the covers. She laid on her side, reached back, and pulled me behind her to spoon.
We didn’t say a word until the morning.