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I'm going to tell you how it started. How it all came about that you and John were invited round. How you all came to fuck me tonight.

We'd got drunk last Friday. My husband, Tom, and I, spent half the evening curled up together with a bottle of JD. I think he'd planned it; he'd been on at me for ages to tell me about my fantasies but I'd always resisted. We've been married about a year and I'd never want to jeopardise what we have. The thing was that by not telling him what was in my head he never told me what was in his. Our sex life is always good and neither of us wanted to put it at risk; but that night we opened a few doors and never want to go back through them again!

It was a hot, muggy summer evening. We'd spent the day in our stuffy offices sitting in clammy clothes so when we got home we both headed for the shower. I got there first but Tom joined me almost immediately. Normally he waits his turn but he was in no mood to delay anything that night. I felt his hand curl around my waist and pull my body against his. He lowered his head to kiss my neck and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. I love it when he kisses me there and I felt a wicked tingle course through my body. His erection, thick and hard pushed against the crack of my ass. I love his cock, love it sliding into me and stretching me wide. Love it in my pussy, stretching my ass or between my lips. I had no idea why he was so horny but I loved it. With one arm holding me to him his other hand reached up and gently caressed my breasts as the water cascaded over them. His kisses had aroused my body but his closeness and touch just fuelled my desire.