And at bedtime, the sex was incredible. She couldn't do enough for me. Anything I asked, she did. And she allowed me to do anything to her I wanted. S...he told me that she never knew it could be so good. And I believed her Sam. We shared everything. It was wonderful."It was three years later, and after trying for some time to have a child, we went to see a fertility specialist. We found we couldn't have children. It was her, so the doctor said, and that made her very unhappy. I told her we could. “Ian doesn’t mind?”Her hand rose a little higher. She shook her head. “He gets off on it.”“He gets off on someone else fucking you?”“You’ve never heard of the term cuckold?”“Yes of course. A wife cheating on her husband.”“But this kind is consensual and it’s not cheating.”“I see.”“I’ve already told him that I will probably end up fucking you,” she informed. “That’s if you’re into women.”“Oh, I’m definitely into women!”“We have a lock on the bedroom door if you’re worried about privacy. Although. For the main course, chicken breasts stuffed with pate in a mushroom and brandy cream sauce, served with baby new potatoes, baby leeks and green beans. For pudding I would serve a forest fruit pavlova with lots of whipped cream. Whilst You were eating I would make sure I was at hand to keep Your glasses topped up and for any task that You may set me.After each course I would clear away and then wash up after You had finished the meal. I would then make myself available for You and Your friends’. As we got under the tree I saw that some one had pulled an old sofa under there and that there was a box of rags near by. Charlie looked at me and said '...you might want to pull of your jeans so they want get dirty and get up on your knees on the sofa...' I removed my jeans and underwear and climb up on the sofa, my knees on the seat and my elbows on the back of the sofa. I didn't even look around to see what Charlie was doing, he pulled my knees almost off the sofa as he adjusted me to.