I wash my wife was this dirty – part IV

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I wash my wife was this dirty – part IVPlease read parts I, II and III before this. I promise – it will make more sense.Over the following weeks Anita and I had some amazing sex – on some occasions she was dominant and at other times quite submissive. We experimented throughout the house, and outside in the garden. I guessed that her demeanour on these evenings reflected what she had witnessed earlier that day with Zoe. I also suspected that she was probably getting more and more actively involved in the afternoon’s activities as every week passed. I found myself incredibly turned on as I pondered the likelihood that she was already fucking Wes and Paul, and perhaps other, unknown, men and perhaps women. I also considered the difference between the fantasy of these thoughts of mine and the impending certainty of dealing with them as a reality.Anita admitted that she was by now managing her burgeoning sexual experiences by having an almost split personality – her everyday persona being Anita, and she referred to her new highly sexual self, generally in the third person as Tania. I followed suit, as neither did I not want to lose my wonderful companion Anita, nor of course, this exciting new wife, or more correctly I suppose, slutwife, I had in Tania.One evening as we talked about what she had been up to that afternoon I raised the possibility of whether Zoe would be interested in a new cock on the block, as it were. I said to Tania that that it sounded like she might be interested in having sex in front of the others (i.e. with me), rather than just watching, and I was offering my services.At this I sensed a conflict between the Anita and the Tania, as she hesitated. “Well, I’m not sure. I’ll have to talk to Zoe, I don’t know if she’ll need another man. Paul and Wes seem to be enough”. Although she had mentioned Jo’s name as a regular attendee, and participant, at what she termed “the tea-parties”, she did not say that she, Tania, was only ever a spectator at these sessions, which solidified my suspicions a little further. “Well please ask anyway, I’m up for it. Let’s see what she says”. She agreed to discuss with Zoe.I had been back to the rear of that garden just once since my peeping Tom adventure, and found all the knotholes had been sealed, and a warning note pinned to the fence: “Nothing to see here, and be aware that you are being watched yourself”. I slunk away and resigned myself to that fact that there would be no more voyeuristic excitement here.I had also had a chat with Wes, and let it be known that I was now open to the proposition he had made some weeks previously with him and his wife. I mentioned that my sex life had been rekindled, which seemed to be related to the development of Anita and Zoe’s friendship. I said that every week after spending an afternoon after work with Zoe, Anita was transformed into what I considered, frankly, as a sexual godess. “She comes home with the most erotic tales of what she sees Zoe and her friends get up to. I actually suspect that she’s getting a bit more involved than she’s letting on, but I’m certainly not complaining”. Wes made a few non-committal remarks but said that he welcomed the suggestion and would see what he could pendik escort set up with Jo. “But, if you’re getting it at home now, then why are you coming on to me about Jo ?” “Well, to be honest Wes, what Anita has been saying sounds incredibly horny, and she has mentioned yours and Jo’s names as two of the, how can I put it, sexual performers. Your secret is safe with me, I want you to know that. But if you find that your group needs another cock, then I’m the man”.Wes smiled, and admitted that since Jo had got to know Zoe, their sex lives had also taken an upward swing, and he was enjoying the ride. He said that he’d witnessed Anita’s “loosening up” as he put it and confided in me that he was glad we had had this conversation, as he also observed Anita perhaps having an internal struggle. “Not that I’m any expert, but Zoe says that plenty of people in the porn industry handle it by compartmentalising their sexual activities.” “Yeah, I think Anita might be doing this – what she calls her “dirty” self, she sees as a different person.” “Yup. That’s the same for Jo too”.So, I had sown the seed with both Anita and Wes, and I waited to see what transpired. I figured that Wes might encourage Zoe in letting me join the group, if it meant that Tania might feel more comfortable, and ultimately allow him to fuck her. When I had seen them eye each other up through the fence I could tell that they probably both fancied the idea, but I could imagine the turmoil that Anita would be feeling, so if I was present it might make her feel more comfortable if she knew that I was OK with it. It would also obviously mean that I would have access to having sex with Jo, and also if I was accepted, at some later stage Zoe, too. Good grief, I thought what is going on here, and where will it end ?!I suppose I risked it being too late, perhaps Tania had already gained sufficient hold of Anita’s mind and actions, and she had already fucked Wes. The idea of imagining, and hopefully watching, Tania fuck another man turned me on incredibly, but by the same token it also made me worried about the strength of our relationship. We were approaching a crossroads I sensed, and I had decided that I needed to be side by side with my wife as we got closer to it.Several days later Anita asked me to meet her at lunchtime closing time at the shop. “Perhaps we could have lunch ?” Lunch with Anita was nothing new but meeting her at the shop was not normal.I had taken the trouble of wearing my wife’s favourite shirt and slightly smarter casual trousers than I would normally, as I entered the shop. There was laughter as Zoe bade farewell to a pair of giggling ladies. “Hi”, I said, “is Anita around, I’m John, her husband”. Zoe’s smiling eyes lingered on mine slightly longer than the norm. “Yes, she’s in the rear stockroom, she won’t be long I don’t think. We’re just closing up.”. “I’m locking up now Anita”, she called out. “OK, I’ll just sort myself out” came the reply. That interaction seemed to be something of a performance. My eyes followed Zoe’s pert arse as she strolled to lock the front door. She no longer had the big hair of her earlier centrefold years, but she had aged well – elegant, confident and a cracking figure, escort pendik shown off by a tight blouse and knee-length white denim skirt. I wandered around the shop. “I’m so glad to meet you John, Anita has told me so much about you.” “Hmm, all the good bits I hope, and none of the bad”. “Well, some of the bad” she winked. There was a bit of a commotion in the back room, and Anita called out “OK when you are”. “Let’s go through shall we ?” as Zoe’s smile almost became a smirk. “Tania sounds like she’s ready for your meeting”.Tania !! My mind raced as I tried to gather my thoughts, as I walked into the back room.“Hello Johnnie, I’m Tania, we spoke on the phone about the work we need doing here. I’m glad you could make it at such short notice. If you don’t mind we’ll be filming the meeting, we do so occasionally for training purposes”.“Er, no, I don’t mind, no problem”. I gazed quizzically at Tania, but she avoided my eye as she prepared to rise from her chair. She was seated behind a desk wearing a very low-cut top which clung to her fabulous bosom, what little of it that was not already exposed as a magnificent cleavage. She was also wearing a decorative masquerade mask which hid her face from the nose upwards. Zoe had quietly followed us in, and as I glanced back I could see she held a video camera. She smiled and indicated that I sit down in front of Tania’s desk. Zoe handed me my mask.“That’s great, so let’s get straight down to business. I need to show you my crack, which is giving us some concern. It gets really damp from time to time, and we need your opinion about how best to fill it.” As my wife was talking, she rose from behind the desk to stand in front of me, legs a little more than hip distance apart. She had on a pair of gold business heels, no skirt (!), and her legs showed off a pair of hold-ups which had a pretty gold lace top, and a matching thong. I gulped as she continued. “I also have a couple of lumps, which we would like you to look at too”. Her arms reached up and deftly she removed her blouse. There was no bra. Her breasts bounced and swung briskly to and fro as she brought her arms down to rest on the desk either side of her hips.“So, I hope you’ve brought along with you the correct tool. Can we take a look please to see if we think it’s up to the job ?” I didn’t say anything. After watching plenty of porn movies I have concluded that the man doesn’t need to do much talking. I prefer porn stories where the dialogue is led and largely conducted by the women, with the men keeping quiet and concentrating on supplying the erection and in the end, the spunk.Zoe nudged me from behind to stand up. Tania remained in her role, and leant back on the edge of the desk, crossed her legs and with a finger at her mouth pointed for me to start stripping off. She looked fantastic and totally confident in being filmed like this. “If you could divest yourself of all your clothing please, then I’ll do a quick equipment evaluation. That will make it clear what sort of extension we can arrange.” She was on the verge of spouting nonsense with all her double-entendres. It occurred to me that I had walked onto the set of an old “Confessions of a …” soft-porn film.I had never pendik escort bayan stripped off in front of another woman before, and with Zoe milling around the room to get the best angles, I wondered if my confidence would start to waver. I need not have worried. Tania gently stroked a nipple and licked her lips while she assessed my body as I took off my shirt and stepped out of my trousers. She knelt in front of me and gently but firmly yanked down my boxers. My almost flaccid prick popped out. It had all happened so quickly that not much blood had done very much engorging of my penis. With one hand Tania gently cupped by testicles whilst with the other she began to push back my foreskin. Another hand was then just inches away as Zoe moved in for a close-up.Tania’s head was by now bobbing up and down on the glans of my penis, every few seconds she pulled back and reviewed her work. “Yes, I think your tool should be up to scratch very soon. Very soon indeed.” She stood up and relaxed back onto the desk. Her eyes met mine as she lay back. Slowly she raised and then spread her legs. “Could you do me the favour of taking a look at my damp patch. I often feel it myself, but it needs a much closer pair of eyes on it.”It was my turn to get down on my knees. I clasped hold of her high-heeled feet in each hand and slowly slid my hands up the insides of her legs, separating them even further. I paused at the top of her hold-ups and brushed two fingers across the fabric of her thong. I pushed the thong into her pubic mound and my thumb sort out her pussy. “Yes, I can see what you mean. Quite damp. I’ll try to find the source.” Tania’s breath quickened and she changed position from propped up on her elbows to lying flat on the desk. My tongue explored down towards the gusset, and I moved the string to one side and darted into her cunt and amongst her delicious soft folds in all shades of pink I swiftly located her expectant clitoris. I gave Tania’s clit an oral massage and she began to moan. I could feel my cock twitching. “Not yet !” I pleaded silently with myself. Zoe tapped me again and indicated for me to moved my head. She made a gesture with her finger, and I dutifully obeyed. My right index finger was a blur as I proceeded to bring Tania off towards orgasm. At her point of climax I pulled out my finger and Zoe focussed on Tania’s convulsing pussy. Her whole body was bucking as she moaned “Oh my God !”. I stood to the side feeling like a bit of a spare part, Zoe turned to me, smiled again, and nodded towards Tania’s tits. Tania breathed heavily. “I think these lumps will need some lotion”. I stood beside her and she reached out for my penis. I came closer and allowed her expert stroking. I was rock hard. Hand, cock, camera and three faces watching. It didn’t take long. “Unnnnghh !” I released the first gush of cream onto one breast. Half a second later, the next one hit her breastbone. A few seconds later Tania was sitting up fingering the streams of cum and massaging her sticky glistening tits.I sat back in the chair and gasped for air. Just a few minutes previously I was outside the shop. It had all happened so quickly. But what an experience. I hade never had sex in front of an audience, and I watched as Zoe was focussing her camera on Tania toying with my cum. I wondered what Zoe had made of our performance. My wife was by now obviously a regular in the tea-party, but had I passed the audition ?

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