It had been a week since Debbie had told me her story and I had spent that time trying to notice any discernable change in her that might indicate whether it was true or not. She acted just as normal, we had even had a normal lovemaking session since. She was maybe a bit more confident, a slight arrogant bounce in her step, but nothing you could really say was different. She dressed the same, talked about the same things and responded to me in the same way. I was beginning to think maybe it had all been a one off and that I was foolish to read so much into it. She had just felt like having a bit of fun and, being better able to control these things than I am, that had been sufficient for her.

We were eating dinner one night, she had just opened the wine, so unlike on many previous occasions it wasn�t the consumption of a few bottles that lowered her inhibitions.

In a very businesslike tone she asked, �Dave, you remember the other night? When I told you that story?�

I stopped, my fork halfway to my mouth �Yes,� I replied, dubiously. I wondered whether she was now going to berate me for my response when she had told me it was true.

�Well when I told you it was true and you believed that it was, you didn�t seem too bothered. In fact you seemed to rather like it.�

I coughed, �we were both rather excited at the time Debbie, I didn�t mean..�

She held up her hand, �it�s okay, I�m not cross, no need to be defensive. I just wanted to ask if you meant it, and if so, why it wouldn�t bother you. Be honest.�

I chewed my food while I contemplated my response. �If I�m honest then no, it didn�t bother me. And that was a surprise to me. I was relieved when you told me it wasn�t true, but at the time it didn�t bother me, and as you say, it excited me. As for why  - I guess it�s in the nature of the act. If you had told me you had been having an affair for six months I would have been devastated. But that didn�t seem like a betrayal. It�s about your intentions I suppose. I feel that you were having fun but it wasn�t to hurt me or because you didn�t think of me. In some ways it was partly for me I suppose. It made me feel closer to you if anything.� I shrugged, unable to explain it further.

She smiled and squeezed my hand across the table. �I�ve been thinking about it a lot. And that�s pretty much what I�d concluded too. All those stories you told me, even if they were only fantasy, still informed me how about how you felt about me, how sexy and desirable you found me. The key to all those stories was that other people got to see, and experience me in that way, but you were part of it.�

�I suppose so. They just turn me on.�

She took a big gulp of her wine, �that got me to thinking. Those stories obviously turn both of us on, admittedly when you first told me I was a little shocked and appalled, but when I thought about it I could see your point of view and then I began to get aroused by them. It was a tremendous confidence boost to me to know that you saw me like that. So I was thinking if those stories get us that aroused and make us feel that close to each other, how much more powerful might the real thing be?�

My mouth dropped open at this point in a comic-book depiction of shock. �What are you saying Debbie?�

She blushed at my reaction and hesitated before deciding to surge on. �Look, I�m just going to say this. If we decide it�s a bad idea, that�s fine, but I think it�s worth discussing.

�I think there may be an opportunity for us to move these fantasies on. To make them reality in a way that doesn�t compromise us and lets us decide whether we prefer them as fantasy or reality.�

I continued to stare at her. She put her glass down firmly. �oh come on Dave! Don�t look at me like I�m saying this out of the blue. You must have asked yourself whether you wanted it to become reality.�

She had me there, as she so often did in argument. �Okay, maybe I have,� I admitted.

�Good, that�s all I�m saying. So, I think there is an opportunity for us to live out those fantasies.�

�How?� I asked, against my better judgement.

�Well, Stefan at work is leaving on Friday. He is off around the world and then settling in the states where he has family. He will never come back again. Now I know he fancies me, I�ve caught him staring at me, particularly my legs, often enough. And if we�re being honest I have flirted with him a little bit, nothing obvious, just enough to know that he flirted back and was interested.�

�I see, and how do you feel about him?� I said, a series of small contractions starting in my stomach. I wasn�t sure whether they signified anger, jealousy or excitement at this stage.

�He�s okay,� she shrugged. �Obviously younger than me, okay looking, but nothing to write home about. There is one thing though � I think he might be a well endowed young man.�

I swallowed and tried to look calm, but the contractions were now a churning mass. �Oh,� was all I could manage.

She continued, quite unabashed as if she were telling me of a holiday we might go on. �You know I�ve become a bit fascinated by, you know, big cocks. I blame you � I had never really thought about it until you told me that story about Tim. You described it so well, it made me think about what it would feel like, whether it would be painful, or enjoyable. In your stories you always have it that I surrender to my lusts completely and act like some craven cock-slut. I've never really felt like that, but you made it sound exciting, so I wondered whether being fucked by really big prick would be qualitatively different, whether it would make me act like you depicted." She was a clever one, Debbie. She had managed to both pay me a compliment by claiming it was the power of my stories that made her feel this way and also passed some of the blame on to me. 

She continued, "I kept thinking about those stories and before I knew it I was walking around checking out men's groins to see if I could spot a bigger than average packet. It became quite a pastime for me. I had never really thought about it before, but over the past few weeks I have been trying to determine a guy's size from his build and the way he adjusts himself, and any noticeable lumps. It isn't very easy, I couldn't tell you if most men were big, medium or average. What with loose trousers, pants and the naturally flaccid state men are in most of the time, it is usually just an indiscriminate lump. I did got a few good sightings though. The first one was on the bus, it was a chap in his mid-fifties, very respectable looking, like a professor. It was crowded and he was standing up next to where I was seated. Maybe it was the rocking motion of the bus, but it was probably the presence of a hot young girl next to him who seemed to be wearing little more than her underwear. I was half asleep and was just staring into space when I noticed a movement in his corduroy trousers. It was down to the right, a movement of about an inch as his penis slowly stiffened and extended down his trouser leg. I immediately fixed on it and waited. He seemed oblivious to it at the moment. Sure enough as the bus rocked and the teenager bumped into his arm, it moved again. This time I could see the outline of the end bit, it moved upwards like the hand on a clock. It must have been uncomfortable for him, but being restrained meant that the motion of the bus was effectively rubbing it against his pants, causing him to become more excited. The lump became more distinct. He reached down to adjust it as discretely as possible, and I quickly looked away. When I looked back, he had positioned it so it was no free to point upright. Although this must have reduced some of the discomfort, it meant it was more apparent. It was pushing against his fly and reached up to his waist band. I was staring at his trousers now, imagining how it would look, how heavy it would feel. I suddenly realised that he was looking down at me. He knew I was staring at it! When I caught his gaze he looked away, embarrassed. He tried to turn away, but that would have meant turning into the girl and she would have felt this thing pressing into her bum, and would probably have screamed. So, he was trapped. I continued to look at it, and he tried to ignore me. But the fact that I was so obviously interested in it was having an effect. It twitched in his trousers as if it were trying to escape. I wondered how big it was, and I really wanted to see it. Not to have sex, but just to see it. I continued to stare at it, and it seemed to keep swelling, straining against his trousers. I felt that it was almost a separate entity to its owner. He got off at the next stop, this very prominent bulge pointing the way as he walked off the bus.

"I knew at that point I wanted to move beyond just fantasy, to really experience it. Then a few days later I was at work and Louise was wearing one of her revealing tops. That was one part I didn't lie about the other night - she has the most enormous tits and wears these sexy outfits all the time. This day she had a trouser suit on, which would have been fine, but she didn't have a top on underneath, so the jacket did up to the apex of her breasts. She had a push up bra on, so a huge cleavage was on show, and when she bent over you had a good view of her full tits in her black bra. I had found it quite difficult to hold a conversation with her, so I don't know how the men managed. She had been talking to Stefan for a while, leaning over his desk, so he had a good view of her chest. Then I called him in and as he approached I noticed him walking awkwardly. I then looked at his groin area and saw a huge bulge straining against his rather tight trousers. I thought 'why haven't I seen that before?' but it was because I hadn't really been looking up until now. Amazing what passes unnoticed if you aren't attuned to it. This made me think what else I might be missing right in front of my eyes.

"As he stood in front pf me and I asked him to do a few things I couldn't help it, I kept thinking, 'just have one more glance and then no more'. I thought I had got away with a couple of discrete observations, but on the third one I looked up and he followed my gaze and then shifted awkwardly. There was no doubt though, he had a monster cock in there. I couldn't really make out its shape, it was still curled around inside his pants, but it was pushing so hard against his trousers that they had risen up, accentuating his balls. No wonder Louise was always flashing her tits at him I thought. She will undoubtedly have spotted it too. It made me wish I had a chest like hers to display or that I was wearing something less conservative so I could flash a bit of leg at him.

"When he left I went straight to the toilet and masturbated, imagining unzipping his fly and hauling out his big member and feeling its firmness and heaviness in my hands. It was that night I told you that story. I wanted to see what you felt about my living out your fantasies. And you told me you would like it. So now I'm making you this proposal, on Friday we are all going out. I will join them but leave early, and I'll bring him back to the office. There he can fuck me with that hopefully big dick of his. But the key thing is - you will be able to watch darling. I'll let you into the office next to mine, so with lights off you'll be able to see the whole thing. Think of it! Think how exciting it will be for me knowing you are there and for you knowing that I am performing for you. What do you say darling?"

I was unable to speak. I couldn't believe what she had said and what she was proposing. It seemed as though I was viewing her from a distance and she was speaking as if in a dream where you can't make out what someone is saying. Then the swirling nauseous feeling in my stomach ceased and I realised I had a raging hard-on. The feeling had decided what it wanted to be. "Yes," I said flatly.

Her eyes widened. "Really? God I feel sick now. I wanted you to say yes, but I think I would have been relieved if you had said no. My God, are we really going to do this Dave?"

I nodded assertively, "yes, let's do it."

She finished her wine and said, "okay, but remember always that it's you I love, and that means more to me than anything."

*******************

This is what happened that Friday then, some it I got from Debbie afterwards, but I'll tell it chronologically here.

We were up in our bedroom, Debbie had come home from work before going back out to meet the others. I was laying on the bed watching her dry herself after a shower. She looked lovely, a combination of sex appeal and classiness. I couldn't believe that another man would be seeing her naked tonight, but at the same time I really wanted her to be appreciated by someone else.

"What do you think I should wear ?" she asked.

"Something that shows off those lovely legs of yours. What about that green skirt with the slit up the side?

"Yes, good idea. Knickers?"

"I wouldn't bother, you're only going to be taking them off again later."

"Well, hopefully," she said. Both of us were trying to outdo the other in seeming relaxed and nonchalant, although I was in a state of anxiety and anticipation. I could only imagine how Debbie must have been feeling. She talked quickly and flitted between subjects, hoping to divert her mind. It was the same way she acted when she got nervous about something. Debbie didn't get nervous very often, and was usually very controlled. The last time I had seen her like this was when she went for a job interview. This evening had the same element of anticipation and needing to perform well. I occasionally forgot what the actual event at the end of the evening was, and then it would hit me anew, and I would experience a tumult of emotions that combined fear, anxiety, excitement and lust. I could almost make myself come by just saying to myself 'tonight my lovely wife is going to get fucked by a stranger with a huge cock, while I watch.'

I was full of desire for her as she pulled on a tight top, which showed the shape of her petite boobs and a bit of her smooth stomach. I reached up and rubbed my hand up her thigh. She shivered, and I continued upwards, feeling her firm, naked buttocks under her skirt. She looked down at me and smiled. Indicating the bulge in my trousers she said, "you're really turned on by this aren't you?"

I mumbled my affirmation as I moved my hand around and slid a finger along her slit, which was damp. She pulled my hand away and turned her back on me, and then bent over, pushing her arse towards me. "Can you see my pussy when I bend over like this?" she asked.

"No, not quite, although I think someone who was looking would guess that maybe you didn't have any knickers on."

"Good," she said, and then lifted one leg on to the bed. "What about now?"

I shifted up the bed, "oh, yes, now I can see that lovely wet pussy of yours."

"Good," she said again. "If Stefan isn't interested I may have to revert to plan B."

This was the first I had heard of a plan B. "Oh?"

"Yes - fuck anyone. I haven't gone to all the trouble of getting your agreement and getting myself all wound up only to be let down. If Stefan doesn't bite I'll chat someone up, flash my pussy around and bring them back to the office for a fuck. It won't make any difference to you, will it?"

I gulped, shocked at how matter of fact she was about it, but also partly relieved that this demonstrated she wasn't really interested in Stefan, just the encounter. I felt much less threatened by this, not to mention aroused.

"I'd best go," she checked her watch. I rubbed her thigh again, trying to pull her down onto the bed. She wagged her finger at me, jokingly. "Not now hot boy. I want to be fresh for Stefan - or whoever. And same goes for you, no wanking while I'm out. I'll call you when I'm on my way to the office and will meet you outside." With a long, loving kiss she left, and that was it. I had to sit and wait for a few hours, thinking of nothing else but what my wife would be doing.

This was the worst period, when I began to have doubts and was troubled by jealousy. To get over it I sat down I opened some beer and started writing the stories about Debbie, to get me into the frame of mind. This worked very well, until I was desperate to get out and see the fantasies become reality.

Debbie met Louise and Cathy in a pub. Seeing these two she immediately doubted the success of her plan. Cathy was wearing tight, PVC hot pants and clumpy trainers that showed off her long shapely legs. With her slim figure and Mediterranean good looks, she smouldered with sexuality. Louise was even more blatant. She wore a very tight dress, which was unbuttoned to the apex of her considerable boobs. These threatened to explode from the tight confines of the dress every time she moved or laughed. She jumped up in excitement when Debbie entered and her tits bounced up and down like basketballs, telling Debbie she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress had a short flared skirt and she wore knee length boots also, if you could tear your gaze away from her chest. Debbie felt dowdy next to these two, and thought that there would be no way Stefan would even notice her next to these young sexy girls.

Tony joined them soon afterwards and stopped dead in the door, not knowing where to look. His look first lingered on Cathy's long legs and bum, then he focused on Debbie's exposed stomach, before finally settling on Louise's deep cleavage. The two girls giggled at his awkwardness, his staring at them was obviously something of a standing joke. Debbie felt flattered, and emboldened though that he had been equally flustered and interested in her. Maybe there was hope for her plan yet, she thought as she bought some drinks.

Megan arrived soon after, with Stefan, having picked him up on the way. As in the office, Debbie noticed that Megan, who was in her fifties, and had always dressed conservatively, was now dressing more daringly. She was wearing a black dress tonight, which was low-cut at the front. She also had on a push up bra, so although not in Louise's league, she was sporting a good deal of breast on display. She had obviously spent time and effort on her hair and make-up. Debbie thought how well she looked for her age, and complimented her. She blushed somewhat.

Louise was more forthright and bustled up to her, pointing at Megan's chest, joking loudly, "hey, are you trying to steal the attention from me?"

"Somehow Louise, I don't think that will happen," Debbie said, as Megan blushed deeper.

Debbie had not managed to look at Stefan since he entered. She felt like a schoolgirl who has a crush on a boy and so avoids contact with him. She was worried that any attention she gave him would immediately betray her thoughts and intentions. Stefan was talking with Tony, and soon Louise and Cathy joined him. Debbie continued talking with Megan, but she was distracted by the laughter coming from the other group, and the continual thought that she was standing here without any knickers on underneath her short skirt. She knew she would have to join in with the other group soon, or the whole evening would slip away from her. She swallowed her drink, took a deep breathe and went over to the others, asking them what they wanted to drink.

When she finally looked at Stefan she was struck by how young he seemed, and also disappointed that he wasn't as good looking as she had been building him up to be in her imagination. She thought to herself, 'what am I thinking? I don't want to have sex with this man. I'll ring Dave and tell him to come and get me. It was all a silly game that got out of hand.'

With this thought she relaxed and went to the bar. Soon Stefan was standing beside her. "I'll give you a hand with the drinks," he said.

"Okay," Debbie smiled.

"You look nice tonight," he complimented her.

"Thanks," Debbie chuckled. He was hitting on her, maybe there was some hope for the evening, she thought and then remembered she had decided not to go through with it. "Mind you, I don't really stand up against those two. Or even Megan when she dresses like that."

Stefan looked at her seriously and said, "oh no, you are much classier than they are. They are nice, but sometimes they are a bit too obvious, too much on display."

'My God, he really is trying to chat me up,' Debbie thought and became flustered. "If I was their ages and had figures like them, I'd put it on display too," she said, trying to laugh it off.

"But you do have a good figure. Especially your legs. I wish you would have worn skirts like that to work more often."

"Careful Stefan, I'm a married woman," Debbie warned him with a smile. And then, involuntarily her gaze dropped to his crotch. She could see a faint bulge, but nothing to indicate he was large or aroused yet. She suddenly looked up and Stefan was smiling knowingly at her. She blushed quickly and said, "err, I think we'd best get these back to the girls."

For the next hour or so, they all stayed in a group and Debbie talked with the girls about work. Then they decided to go onto somewhere a bit livelier that served cocktails. It was busier in here and they all quickly drank some cocktails. Everyone was getting merry, but Louise in particular seemed to be getting louder. Stefan went to the bar and as he did so he brushed behind Debbie. If it hadn't been for the earlier conversation and her own intentions that night she might have dismissed it, but she was sure he rubbed his hand along her bum as he did so. It was only a brief touch, and not to firm, but she was sure it was there.

Two drinks later and Stefan became bolder. This time when he went to the bar he placed the full palm of his hand on Debbie's bum and rubbed it along. The drink must have had an effect on Debbie too, because before she could think, she pushed her bum back on to his hand. He left it there for a second and then gave her arse a firm squeeze, which she wriggled against. Debbie was feeling confused now. Her earlier resolve to call off the evening began to waiver. Now she was thinking that Stefan was good looking, and besides, she was only going to do it for Dave's sake. It would be a shame to let him down.

They found some seats, and as Debbie sat down on a low sofa, she forgot she was without knickers and wondered whether she had briefly flashed her pussy at Tony, or Megan. She tried to lean forward and crossed her legs, which caused the slit on the side of her skirt to open up, revealing most of her thigh. She decided to leave it exposed and carried on sipping her drink. When Louise joined them she bent over and everyone noticed that her dress was undone by another button or two so that her huge tits swung outwards. One nipple was half exposed.

"Jesus Louise, you're coming out of that thing," Cathy commented.

Louise tutted and pulled the top closed again. "It was that bloke up at the bar, I had a dance with him and he must have undone a button or two when he was having a fondle."

"You let him fondle your tits on the dancefloor?" Megan asked.

Louise shrugged, "why not? He seems like a nice guy. When you've got tits like these you either go with it or spend your life getting uptight about it."

Tony was staring drunkenly at Louise's breasts now. She had pulled the top part closed, but not done any buttons back up again. With his view from the side, Tony could now see most of Louise's nipples as the dress flopped open again. He was obviously enjoying the view. Debbie checked Stefan, who was being more discrete than Tony, but was still sneaking occasional looks. She then checked his groin and was rewarded with the sight of a small tent that had begun to develop there.

As more drink flowed, Louise became increasingly brash. At one point she accidentally tipped back in her seat and treated everyone to the site of her naked pussy.

"Put it away Louise!" Cathy joked.

Louise bawled with laughter, "sorry everyone. Still, don't tell me you're wearing knickers under those tight shorts Cathy."

"Well, maybe I'm not, but at least I'm not flashing it everywhere."

"They don't mind, do you boys?" Tony and Stefan shook their heads dumbly. Debbie was pleased to note that Stefan's tent had grown considerably bigger. Louise continued, "anyone else not wearing knickers?" she asked, looking directly at Debbie.

How did she know? Debbie wondered. Had she flashed earlier? Was it obvious? She wasn't going to admit it though. And then, of its own volition she found her hand going up in response to the question. Everyone looked at her and she tried not to blush.

"Debbie!" Cathy said.

Both Tony and Stefan were now staring at Debbie's skirt as if hoping to see through it.

"Well, well, well," Louise mocked. "And you a married woman Debbie. Now, I know why I don't wear knickers, but why would you come out in a little skirt without any knickers on?"

"It was, just, oh, I don't know," Debbie slapped Louise's hand playfully. "Anyway, I'm going to get a drink." When she stood up her crotch was at eye level with the two men and she was aware at how intently they were looking at it. The atmosphere had developed a much stronger sexual charge and she know that both of them were fighting the temptation to pull the skirt up and have a look.

She was leaning at the bar, taking deep breaths and trying to sober up. Then she felt a hand on her bum, it moved down, inside the slit and rested on her naked buttock. Stefan was standing beside her. "So, it's true," he said.

Debbie didn't move or react, she just ordered the drinks, while Stefan kept his hand on her naked arse. She wondered if the others could see. "So, what would your answer to Louise's question be?" Stefan persisted. "Why would you wear a nice short skirt, with a sexy slit up the side and not put any knickers on underneath?"

"Because I felt like it," Debbie responded brusquely.

Stefan took his hand away and pressed in close to Debbie. She took a quick breath when she felt his erection press against her thigh. She knew then there was no way she was not going to fuck this man tonight, even if it meant doing it right there in the club. Just then Louise tapped her on the shoulder, '"Tony and I are gonna have a dance," she slurred.

Stefan pushed his hard prick against her again. She shivered at the touch of it. Her voice shaking she suggested they follow Louise and have a dance. It was a small dance floor, flooded with dry ice smoke. They were playing a slow song, so Stefan immediately pulled Debbie in close to him. His hands were on her arse again, though not underneath her skirt this time. He pushed his groin into her again and she felt his thick member pressing against her stomach. He then began grinding her buttocks, rubbing her against his erection. She began to feel dizzy as he manipulated here against his rod. It seemed to her that there was nowhere she could move that wasn't dominated by the lump in his trousers.

"Just how big is that thing?" she found herself asking.

He smirked in satisfaction. "Big," he said. "Would you like to see it?"

"Yes," she said before she could think.

"Are you going to let me fuck you with my big cock Debbie?"

She nodded, biting her lip. His hands were up inside her skirt again now, kneading her buttocks. She could feel herself getting moist. He brushed a finger along her slit and she quivered at the touch. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Louise and Tony were over in the corner. She was leaning on Tony drunkenly, and in the smoke Debbie could just make out that Tony had one of her breasts out and was groping with her nipple. The sight of it only served to excite Debbie more.

With a gulp she managed some self-control and whispered to Stefan, "not here. I am going to leave now. Wait fifteen minutes and then follow me to work, I'll let you in. We can do it in my office."

He smiled again and nodded. Debbie quickly said goodbye to Cathy and Megan saying she had to go home. Outside she called me on her mobile and told me to meet her outside her work in ten minutes. I could tell from her rather breathless tone that she was in a state of high excitement, but then so was I, having spent an interminable time writing up various stories while trying not to come. I drove as fast as I could and got there just as Debbie jogged up.

She gave me a long, sensual kiss. "It's all on. God Dave, he pushed it up against me in the pub, it feels massive." Then, as an afterthought she checked, "do you still want to go through with this?"

By way of answer I placed her hand on my own erection and kissed her again. "That's a relief," she said, fumbling with the keys to let us in, "I don't think I could have stopped now, even if you'd wanted me to."

We went through to her office, she turned on the lights and let me into the adjacent office. "You'll be able to see and hear fine there," she was all efficiency and organisation. "Remember darling, I love you and I'm giving you a performance. I hope you enjoy it." With another kiss she left me and went back into her office.

About five minutes later Stefan entered. Debbie was sitting on her desk. She smiled awkwardly and for a moment I thought she wouldn't be able to go through with the final step. But then I saw her gaze fix on his crotch and a flush of excitement went through her. She shifted her position on the desk to accommodate her anticipation. Stefan also seemed slightly unsure about how to proceed, he was framed in the doorway, unmoving. I wanted to scream at them to get on with it. After what seemed an embarrassingly long pause, Stefan stepped forward. This was the signal for action. Debbie pounced off the desk and was suddenly on him, kissing him deeply and rubbing her leg up and down his thigh. I was surprised by the passion of her advance and a pang of jealousy hit me. But then I acknowledged the throb of my erect penis and knew that I was enjoying this spectacle also. Stefan was now kissing Debbie's neck, which has always been a sensitive area for her. She moaned softly, rubbing her hands through his hair. They were both too aroused for there to be much foreplay and he was already groping her breasts through her top. Her hand reached down and rubbed frenetically at the ominous bulge in the front of his trousers.

Debbie was obviously 'in character', or else just given over to lust, I could no longer tell what was pretend or real, but she whispered hoarsely, "I need to see it Stefan. Show me that great big cock of yours." Just hearing my wife say this to another man was enough to make me come. I stopped rubbing my own cock and realised I would have to pace myself if I was to last the entire show.

They had parted now and Debbie was back against her desk, staring hungrily at Stefan's crotch. He didn't advance towards her, instead he rubbed his groin and said, "first lift up your skirt and show me that pussy you have been flashing around all night."

Debbie didn't hesitate, she peeled up her skirt to reveal her neat pussy, which even from my position I could see was moist and engorged. "Do you like it Stefan? Do you want to put your big prick inside it?" Debbie teased him, running a finger along her slit. "Now show me it."

"Play with your pussy," Stefan requested and Debbie obliged, sliding a finger into herself and gently stroking it in and out. "Take your top off," he said, this time more forcefully. Again Debbie quickly assented, dropping her top to the floor. Her firm boobs were pointing directly at Stefan, her nipples more enlarged than I had ever seen them. Even if Debbie had tried to convince me that she was just acting, her body was telling me the truth about how excited she was.

"Now, hurry up and show me that cock Stefan, before I come here," she pleaded, working a second finger into herself.

Slowly, teasingly, Stefan unzipped his trousers. He let them fall down and stepped out of them, coming near to Debbie. His briefs strained to hold their contents, a huge mass writhed and pushed beneath their confines. I noticed the waistband had pulled away from his stomach with the pressure. He hooked a thumb inside this and pulled them down and then stood upright. His cock sprung up, at a forty five degree angle. It swayed and bobbed around, like a blind animal sniffing for Debbie's pussy. It must have been about ten inches and I wasn't sure it was fully erect yet. Standing out from his body it pointed up at Debbie, almost halving the distance between them.

Debbie gasped when she saw it. "Oh my God Stefan, it's massive. It's beautiful." She was frigging herself more frantically now and I thought she was going to come just looking at it. Then she stopped and got off the desk, never taking her eyes off it. "I don't know if I can take that thing," she said nervously.

Stefan grunted, "oh, you will. They all say that, but they always do."

Debbie managed to take her eyes off it for a while and looked Stefan in the face, smirking, "oh, they do, do they? And who is they? Anyone I know?"

Without flinching Stefan said, matter of factly, "yes, Louise and Megan."

Debbie was shocked, "Megan? I can understand Louise, but Megan's married."

"I know. I fucked her tonight before we met you. She had guessed about Louise and me, and said she was jealous as her husband didn't make love to her anymore, so I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her."

"Just like that?"

"Yes. We fucked in the car outside her house. She enjoyed it."

Debbie was now looking at his prick again, "I bet she did. And Louise?"

"I have been fucking her for a few months now. We often fuck in the stock room at lunchtimes. She really likes my cock."

"Yes, I can see how she would. I like it too. I just wish I had known earlier that all this was going on."

"Would you have joined in Debbie?" Stefan was now running a hand up the length of his shaft. Debbie watched transfixed as he played with himself. "I would have like to have fucked you and Louise together. I wish I could have fucked you earlier, as I am going away tomorrow. We could have fucked every day. Would you have liked that?"

"Mmm," Debbie purred, stepping closer. His prick is almost touching her now. Even from this angle it reaches up to her belly button almost and I too wonder how she will accommodate him. "Can I touch it?"

He took his hand away and Debbie placed her own on his cock-head. Her hand looked so small on this mammoth cock. She ran her hand down it length. "God, it's so long, and hard," she commented. She wrapped her fingers around it and they do not close together, "I can't get my hand around it," she giggled. "It feels so heavy."

She pressed up against him and his cock lifted her skirt as she did so. It squashed up against her stomach and she pushed herself against it. It seemed like a third party in their tryst, coming in between their writing naked bodies. I realised that I was operating in a different mode, I was viewing this like a porn film or a sex show, with me as an interested, but objective party. With a sudden wave of excitement and revulsion I suddenly saw her as Debbie again. I wanted to stand up and break up the scene, to take her back home and just get back to how we used to be. I felt sure nothing could be the same again. And yet... and yet. I was stroking my cock hard, and now that I saw her as Debbie again, I saw her afresh and appreciated how beautiful she was. You become so accustomed to your partner's face and body, that it takes something like this to make you see them as others see them. When I had been viewing her as a porn star I realised I had found her incredibly sexy, and that arousal was increased when I thought of her as my wife. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as Stefan played with her breasts, the breasts I had kissed and sucked so often. How I wanted to caress them now, and I knew far from my resenting her after this, I would appreciate her more. He hungrily moulded them in his hand and she writhed around against him, her limbs, head, neck, body all moving and flowing in excitement. His prick rubbed against her and she wrapped her hand around it, pulling it down to her pussy. "Fuck me Stefan, fuck me with that great big prick of yours," she croaked.

"I will," he whispered, his hand reached down and he pushed a finger inside her. She shuddered, "you feel wet enough. It will hurt first of all, but just keep with it and you will come like you have never come before Debbie."

"Mmm," she groaned and then laid back on her desk, looking up at him with eyes that blazed with lust. "Fuck me on my desk Stefan. I bet you've thought of doing that, now stick that thing in me."

He whipped off her skirt and then positioned himself between her legs. He pushed his cock down from its upright position to touch her pussy entrance. She shuddered at the brief contact. Once again I was made aware of the size of his manhood by the distance he had to stand back. With his cock just touching her pushing, his arse was back behind her knees, and there was this long bridge of cock meat between them. Holding the thick head of it he stroked it up and down along her pussy lips, teasing her. She shivered in anticipation. He moved his cock head so it rubbed against her clit and he smeared it across this, also using his fingers to stimulate her. She began to writhe her bum across her desk, the desk where she had read so many reports and which was now her fuck table.

"Please," she whimpered, "just fuck me. I really need that great big fucking cock of yours inside my tight pussy Stefan. Do it now, fuck me!"

He did as she demanded and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Using his fingers he guided the cock head in. Her pussy was stretched wide, so it seemed that the cock was coming out of her, rather than going in. Debbie let out a long groan at this first penetration. "Ooooh, that's it." She propped herself up on her elbows, keen to see herself being fucked. "Slowly now Stefan, ease it in slowly."

He pushed in about three quarters of his length with Debbie watching enthusiastically as she absorbed his length. Then she winced, "ouch, that's getting right up there now. I'm not sure I can take much more Stefan."

He smiled at her, a mixture of kindness and wickedness. "Of course you can Debbie. That's why you wanted me wasn't it? To feel all of this cock inside you? Wasn't it?"

Biting her lip she nodded. Resolving herself to see it through she laid back on the desk and told him, "I want to take it all Stefan, put all of it in me."

He obliged by pushing in the remaining length until only and inch remained. Debbie chewed her lip and stayed silent. "Ready for the last bit Debbie?" he enquired. She just nodded, clenching her fists. He drove the last inch of his cock hard and she gasped. "Well done Debbie, it's all in," he panted, leaning over her. "How does it feel?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at him tenderly, "it feels like it's up in my lungs, filling me up, like cock is everywhere inside me."

He grinned and then began the slow extraction of his cock. This seemed to go on for ages, as if it had got longer inside her. Debbie moaned pleasantly as he did so. Once it was almost out he slid it back in again, slowly at first and then with more speed. He continued like this for a couple of minutes, and with each of his unnaturally long strokes Debbie's groans became louder and she gripped the desk tighter. I realised that even though he hadn't really started fucking her with any speed yet, she was close to coming.

"God Stefan, that feels so fucking good. Just keep doing that, I'm going to come." I knew that despite what she might say later, she had forgotten I was watching at this stage. This was no performance for my sake. And that aroused me further. I wasn't sure I could last much longer and decided to coincide my ejaculation with Debbie's orgasm.

Stefan showed remarkable restraint, I would have become pumping her for all I was worth, seeing her in a state of ecstasy like that. But instead he maintained a constant rhythm, giving her the full benefit of his extraordinary size with each stroke. Debbie emitted a guttural, animal sound deep in her throat that I had never heard from her before. She threw her head back at an acute angle and arched her back so her hard nipples pointed directly at the ceiling. Her whole body flushed deep crimson. She bared her teeth as if suppressing a howl, and then let out a cry, "Jesus! Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm coming, I'm really coming now."

She opened her eyes and looked into Stefan's face, as if challenging him. Then she looked down at him entering her, and panting she called out as if she wanted everyone to know, "there is so much cock in me!" She pushed her bum off the table, driving herself onto him and then wrapped her legs around him. Several convulsions went through her body as a unremitting orgasm washed up and down her body. At this point I too came, shooting my load onto the wall, and banging my leg against the desk. I ducked down quickly as Stefan looked over. Remembering my presence for perhaps the first time in a while, Debbie diverted his attention by pulling him to her. I heard them kissing hungrily for a while. Stefan was obviously still hard inside her, as I heard her say, "no more, stop for a minute. I need to get my breath back." A messy, slurping sound informed me he had withdrawn from her.

"God that was good," she told him. "I wish we had done that earlier, you could have fucked me anytime you wanted with that thing. It seems a shame you're going tomorrow. Still I suppose I had best make the most of it tonight eh?"

I moved down to the end of the office and peeked over the bottom of the window at this stage. Stefan had his back to me, and Debbie was facing me. She was sitting on her desk, stroking his cock gently, which pointed up towards her breasts. She smiled weakly at him, obviously exhausted from her exertions, but I knew, equally determined to carry on. In the afterglow of my own ejaculation I felt sordid and jealous. I wanted this to stop. As if sensing this Debbie looked up from Stefan's prick and her gaze locked on mine. She gave me a warm, smile and mouthed 'I love you'. And with that any resentment I felt dissipated and I became the willing observer again.

Debbie slid herself off the desk, and once again I admired her body. Her things glistened with sweat and her own come. It seemed to me that seeing her like this was discovering a new view on someone I had known for years. It wasn't incompatible with the others though, just as the Debbie at work was different from the Debbie who entertained my parents, or the one who haggled out deals on the phone. They were all different perspectives on the same person, this was just one we hadn't found before. Feeling reassured by this reasoning I settled back to enjoy the rest of the performance.

She knelt in front of him and ran her tongue along the length of his member, which twitched violently at her attention. She licked the moist end, and took it in her mouth. She sucked quickly and rolled her tongue around it. Stefan moaned and flexed his fingers. She continued giving him oral pleasure alternating between stroking and licking the length and sucking on the cockhead. His balls swayed heavily between his legs, and Debbie cradled these in her hand. I knew he wouldn't last long with this type of stimulation. Sensing this Debbie stood up and said firmly, "I think I'm ready for another fuck now Doctor."

She bent over her desk and projected her perfect arse towards him. "Fuck me from behind," she said over her shoulder. "And tell me what a naughty boss I am." After the first fuck, which had been all lust, Debbie was now more playful and I felt this was partly for my benefit.

Stefan stood in-between her parted legs and once again manoeuvred his cock to the entrance to her pussy. She reached behind her and guided it in. "Ooh," she moaned, "the cock has landed."

Stefan sensed Debbie was enjoying herself now, and rather than the slow entry he had commenced with last time, he thrust himself into her. She squealed loudly. "My what a lot of cock you have Doctor," she laughed.

Stefan chuckled, "your lovely pussy seems to like taking all my cock now."

"Oooh yes, I think I could get used to having nice big cocks like this in me."

"I knew you would. Tony and I are always talking about what a hot, sexy boss we've got and how we'd like to fuck her. What a naughty boss you are, seducing the young man in your office, so you can have his big prick inside you."

Both of them were really enjoying themselves now, as was I. Stefan was pistoning in and out of Debbie, with long, firm strokes. Her buttocks jiggled each time he drove in to her and she lurched forward. Their speech was becoming increasingly breathless. Stefan continued, "I think you should fuck more people in your office. Now you have discovered how much you like fucking other men you should become the office slut."

Debbie grunted as she built towards another climax. "Yes, I'd like that. Our weekly meetings should always end with me being fucked over the desk while everyone watches." Turning around she peeled her damp hair away from her face, "God Stefan, I think I'm coming again. Are you going to come? I want you to, please come inside me."

"Yes," he said through tight lips, "soon."

"Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer."

"Tell me, tell me how much you like being fucked."

Stefan was now pounding in and out of her at a frantic pace. Debbie had her face down on the desk and was shunted along with each thrust. She scrunched up her hair in handfuls as the orgasm continued to grow in her. I don't think she wanted to speak then, but she knew it would help Stefan come. Every word was punctuated by one of this thrusts. "I love - being - urgh - fucked - by -your - massive- cock - Stefan. Now come, shoot your fucking load deep inside my pussy Stefan. Fill me up with all that come. Oh Jesus, I can't hold on any more, I'm coming, I'm coming."

So was Stefan finally. He reached a frenetic pace and gripped Debbie's shoulders tightly. She bucked and writhed beneath him, a long wail coming from her mouth as multiple orgasms ripped through her. With one last surge Stefan drove up deep inside her and he shouted out as he emptied himself inside my wife, his buttocks twitching wildly as he carried on coming. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled, and then collapsed on top of her. I too had ejaculated again, this time into a handkerchief. For a while the only sound was deep breathing as all of us struggled to recover. Eventually Debbie arched over her shoulder and kissed Stefan. He peeled himself off her back, both of them were dripping with sweat.

Standing up he pulled his diminishing cock from her. It hung down his leg, covered in both of their juices. Debbie moaned as it left her pussy, as if she was already missing its presence. Dragging herself from the desk she stood in front of him and kissed him tenderly for a few seconds. "Thank you," she said earnestly. "That was fantastic."

He smiled, almost sheepishly. Suddenly they both seemed awkward in front of each other. Debbie picked up her skirt and pulled it on. She stood topless in front of him for a while and seeing that he was not moving she took control of the situation. "I'd best tidy up here and get myself cleaned up. I need to get back home. I'll lock up, so if you want to go first."

He seemed a little hurt to be dismissed so hastily, which I must confess made me feel quite good. Debbie had left him with no illusions about his place in this story, he was there for the fuck and that was all. Despite all his bravado there was still something of the little boy in him who wanted more. He didn't complain though and meekly put on his clothes. He hesitated by the door and I thought Debbie was going to let him leave without saying anything, but she relented. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "have a good trip and I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. Think of this as a farewell present."

With that he was gone, and I was straight into the office. Debbie still hadn't put her top on, and was still dishevelled and sweaty. She smiled nervously when I entered, trying to gauge my reaction. I had brought us two bottles of beer, which I opened and gave one to her. "I thought you might need this," I said.

She drank it thirstily, "thanks." Then looking at me she enquired, "well, how do you feel?"

I loved that her first concern was about me. I grinned broadly. "Debbie, I have to say, I wasn't sure before hand and at times it felt bad, but that was by far the sexiest thing I have ever experienced. You are just so gorgeous I can't get over it." This wasn't a lie, I really felt a new connection with her. I think her easy dismissal of Stefan had been a masterstroke on her part at the end. "And what about you? I won't ask whether you enjoyed it at the time, that much was obvious. But what about now? How do you feel?"

She giggled, "knackered! I feel the same as you. I wasn't sure about it and wanted to back out. But when it got going it felt amazing. And not just his size, but the whole situation. I have never felt that sexy or that charged before. That's what made those orgasms so strong, it was the whole experience, I felt like every part of me was engaging in sex."

"We'd best get home. We can talk about it another time. But just for now - do you think you'd do it again?"

Debbie pleased me by saying without hesitation, "yes. Not all the time, it would become functional or boring. But I reckon we could do that type of thing once a month or so, don't you?"

"Oh yes," I replied enthusiastically, putting her top back on her. "I love you."

"And me you. More than ever darling."