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in his mouth one by one, sucking then nibbling on them. Beth was looking at him in rapture. Matthew went lower still, kissing her smooth white belly. While he did this, I stroked her cheeks and kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue inside. I was becoming aroused, wanting her as much as Matthew did, but all the more excited, rather perversely, because Beth was the primary object of his desire. I wanted her and I wanted him, but I should only get either of them vicariously on this occasion.
        As Matthew went lower still, spreading her legs to lick the lips of her cunt, I too went a little lower and took his place in kissing and sucking her breasts. Beth was sighing and gasping with pleasure. I glanced down and saw Matthew's tongue running slowly up and down her cunt, pushing between the lips to find her clit. I always thought Beth had a pretty cunt, the lips well-defined but not too prominent, and coloured a delicate shade of pink. By this time Matthew had made her shave it completely bare, 'like a little girl', he said.
        Matthew was now ready to mount her. He moved his body upwards, pushing Beth's legs apart. He put his hand down there and moved his cock into position. I watched his buttocks clench as he entered her. Beth made a kind of moaning sound; it was pure pleasure for her, penetrated at last. When he had sunk his cock right into her, Matthew paused for a moment, then began to fuck her with strong, steady strokes. I watched with my head supported on my arm, reaching out to stroke Beth's face, or Matthew's. Now and again I ran my hand down his back as far as his bottom and stroked it, letting my fingers trail up the cleft between his buttocks. I knew he liked that. Gradually the speed and force of his thrusting increased. Beth began to grunt each time Matthew's cock plunged into her. Eventually he came, with a groan of pleasure, and then fell still. Beth turned to me with a smile, or perhaps it was a grin of triumph. She had got what she wanted at last, which was my husband's body in hers. At that moment I was happy for her. It was a long time before I felt differently about it.
        After a while we all got up and had a shower together. Then we went back to bed. Matthew, undoubtedly greatly excited by the situation, got a second wind, of which I was the beneficiary. This time I was in the middle, and Beth had to settle for a spectator's role as Matthew fucked me, turning me on my side and taking me from behind. I gazed steadily at Beth as Matthew vigorously pounded into me. I suppose even then I had some intimation that, despite what she had recently received, she was jealous. I thought she had no need to be; but then none of us had much idea how jealousy can seep into even the most well-intentioned of relationships.

Chapter Three

        I don't think Matthew was conscious of these early currents of feeling between Beth and I. He felt happy that he was servicing two attractive females, each of whom appeared to dote on him. But he was always looking to move things on a little further. The following week we were strolling in our locality and passed a sex shop. Matthew insisted we all go inside. There was a dazzling array of vibrators, all shapes and sizes. I already had one and didn't need another; Matthew saw Beth looking, but told her, with a straight face, that she was too young for such things, and that it would distract from the orgasm training she was undergoing. She looked disappointed. However, in another part of the store we saw some harnesses designed to hold a strap-on dildo in place on a woman. Matthew was greatly struck by these devices and announced that he would purchase one.
        'You've been fucked by me, Beth,' he said. 'Now you shall be fucked by Annabel.'
        I gave a nervous laugh, but I could see he was serious. At the time I didn't know how I felt about this. It wasn't something I had ever fantasised about. But as I was discovering, our ownership of Beth was opening up