This happened a long time ago, before we were married, when everything between us still felt new and electric.

The first time I stayed at my husband’s house, he lived in a big shared place with five other people. I didn’t meet everyone that night, but the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. We played board games, drank, and laughed until my cheeks hurt. That’s when I got talking to one of the girls, I'll call her Katie. She was shy at first, but once we warmed up to each other, we clicked instantly.

My now-husband was always the soul of the party. People naturally gravitated toward him. Eventually we decided to head out for drinks. Taxis were ordered, and soon we were in a club with flashing lights and pounding music.

Katie and I became inseparable on the dance floor. While he drank and socialised, we danced together like we’d known each other for years. Later in the smoking area, she suddenly became upset. After gently coaxing her, she admitted she and my boyfriend had hooked up when they first moved into the house share. She confessed she’d been jealous when she learned about me.

I hugged her and told her he’d already told me. I admitted I’d been nervous about meeting her. We had a silly drunk crying moment before he found us and asked if everything was okay. We burst out laughing like schoolgirls.

We got very drunk and had so much fun. On the taxi ride home, Katie and I kept flirting with him and tricked him into making us food. He made cheese toasties while we giggled like idiots before exhaustion took over. Katie passed out on the sofa. I tried to help her upstairs but was too drunk. My boyfriend picked her up and carried her to bed. When he came back, I raised my arms and said “my turn.” He laughed and carried me upstairs, breathing ragged, and laid me down. I fell asleep almost instantly.

Morning came with the sound of the shower. One of his housemates was getting ready for work and chatting to him while I pretended to sleep. When the room was quiet again, his hands started caressing my body. Sex between us was still new and intoxicating. I started kissing his chest, moving down his abs, pushing his thighs apart so I could lie between them. I kissed up his shaft and took him into my mouth.

Before I could really start, the door knocked and Katie walked in. I quickly pulled him from my mouth and covered us. She pretended not to notice and said she wanted the shower. She left the bathroom door open just enough for me to see her undress and step inside. As soon as she walked in, my husband pushed my head back down and I took him in my mouth again, sucking him while watching her shower. She would turn slightly as if she could see us, both of us pretending nothing was happening.

When she turned the shower off, I stopped. My husband grinned and pushed my head back down again. She walked back into the room while I continued sucking him. She paused in the doorway, I could see her watching in the reflection of a picture frame.

Something came over me. I started performing, really showing how much I loved every movement. She suddenly asked if we wanted tea. He asked for water. I pulled him from my mouth breathlessly and said yes to tea, then kept jerking him while she left. Knowing she was watching made me incredibly wet. I started touching myself.

When she returned, I moved onto my knees and pushed my ass into the air so she would see me bent over with his cock in my mouth, playing with myself. She set the drinks down, unable to take her eyes off me. I reached for her hand and pulled her closer.

“I like you watching me,” I said nervously.

“Is that okay?” she whispered.

I nodded and began showing myself off to her. She sat beside us leaning against him, eyes darting between us. I turned around, bent over, and spread myself open. The look on her face made me feel worshipped. Her hands started exploring herself as she watched.

I shifted back onto him and we started 69ing while she moved to the end of the bed, masturbating beneath her dressing gown. I stopped sucking, held her hand, locked eyes with her, and felt myself fall over the edge as I came. As I did, she leaned forward and kissed me. We pulled him between us and began kissing and sucking him together.

She asked if it was okay if I touched her. Neither of us had been with a woman before, but the moment carried us. We undressed her. She was smaller than me, very thin with small perky breasts. We looked at him and his face was pure amazement. We took it as permission.

We kissed, hands exploring. I kissed down her chest and gently licked her nipples before pushing her onto the bed beside me. My hand slid down her hips as she guided me between her legs. The first press of her lips against my fingers made her moan softly. I touched her the way I touched myself, kissing her while I worked her clit.

My husband told her to open her mouth and pushed into it, thrusting into her mouth while I watched. The sight of him enjoying her pushed my desire higher. Soon he moved between her legs and pushed inside her, thrusting slow and deep while I circled her clit and kissed her. Her body tightened and she gasped, trembling as she came, soaking him.

He groaned that he couldn’t hold on. We asked where she wanted him to finish and she said she didn’t mind. We kissed as he came over our faces, both of us looking up at him as his face twisted with pleasure.

Afterwards we showered and climbed back into bed together, warm and exhausted, falling asleep tangled in the sheets.