She’d promised me I could do whatever I wanted, and now, as the day approached I quivered inwardly. I imagined laying her on top of a wooden table, allowing her legs to dangle. I’d yank her hands above her head and tie up her wrists. Then I’d throw the rope back under the table and bring it over to the right-hand side.

I’d lift both legs, bending them and place the heels flat on the table. Looping the rope around one ankle I’d throw it back under and bring it up the other side. Then I’d loop the other ankle. Her knees would fall open like this, exposing her, and her wrists would pull painfully as the tension was tightened.

Yes, that would be awesome, I thought, as my cock began to throb.

Then I’d pull up her skirt, run my hand over her mound and my fingers would fiddle with the inside of the crotch of her panties. She’d lay there, splayed open, vulnerable. I’d run my fingers lightly up and down the inside of her thighs, she loves that, and I’d make sure I’d go close enough to her pussy but not touch it.

Her breasts would be arched, hopefully her pussy throbbing by now. I’d produce a pair of scissors and run the tip gently over the crotch of her panties, paying attention to glide the blade over the hard nub of her clit.

I know she’d be excited, wet with desire.

We’ve been experimenting with different positions and scenarios. Both of us are sexually demanding, expecting a lot from each other. This is what I love most about her, the fact that she is willing to try anything and – as long as it pleases us both – there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

But will this be going too far?

I’ll open the door and allow my best friend John to enter. I imagine she’ll try to pull her legs back together but obviously she won’t be able to. John will smirk at me; the two of us in understanding.

‘What … er, but …’ she’ll mutter, pretending she is shocked but hopefully she will be secretively pleased.

‘We won’t do anything you don’t want. All you have to do is say the word, OK?’ I’ll say to her.

She’ll nod in agreement

I’ll hand John the scissors.

Her breath will catch in her throat as John grabs the crotch and slices right through up to the band. He’ll peel them aside so they lay away from her exposing her very core for our hungry eyes to devour. Then he’ll cut through her skirt and T-shirt and finally her bra. He’ll peel her clothes back so she’ll be naked and utterly at our mercy.

Fuck, I’m getting a hard-on just writing about it.

We’ve spoken of this often enough but neither of us had known how to go about organizing a third person.

Her nipples will be rigid and she’ll be unable to speak, not know what to say as we stare at her flesh. I can almost see her juices flowing in my mind’s eye.

‘Do you want him to lick you?’ I’ll ask.

What would she say? Would she nod shyly, not want to seem too eager.

‘Lick her cunt,’ I’ll demand.

John will move in, his tongue sliding up and down her folds before nuzzling in to open her pussy lips and allow his hot tongue into her gaping pussy. The whole time I’ll have my eyes on her to gauge her reaction. See just how much it’s turning her on, see if she’s enjoying it as much as I think she will. It would be amazing to have someone go down on her and not really watch what he’s doing, but be looking at her instead.

She’ll love it I’m sure.

‘Now up to her tits. Grab them, squeeze them tight and then suck a big brown nipple into your mouth,’ I’ll say.

John won’t have to be told twice. He’ll massage them roughly; her scent will be on his mouth as he slathers her with saliva. His fingers will probe her cunt which will be saturated. She’ll push upwards hoping he’ll finger her because she loves it when I do it but I’ve asked him not to. I’ve told him no matter how much she wants it he’s not to do it, she’s to beg and even then I’ll make the final decision.

This will be sheer torture for her; she’s such a horny bitch.

A hard smack on her pussy will have her gasping. Then he’ll hit a ruler into the palm of his hand before smacking the inside of her thighs, just to heighten her desire.

She’ll cry out in pain yet love it at the same time.

‘Do you want him to stop?’ I’ll ask.

‘No,’ she’ll whisper, I just know it.

I’ll tell John to get naked. He’ll peel his clothes off slowly and I’ll be watching her, watching her eyes and what she’s focusing on. His cock will be thick and hard, engorged with blood, the veins jutting out as his cock stands to attention before him.

‘Get between her legs,’ I’ll demand.

Can I go through with it; will she ask me to stop it? As John positions himself I’ll wonder what she’s thinking. Will she know what I’ve planned how far I’ll go?

‘Put your knob just on the outside of her pussy,’ I’ll say.

She’ll watch, her eyes will be large with expectancy. John’s knob will be straining forward I imagine, trying to hold still in the position I’ve demanded of him.

It’s this part of the fantasy that she won’t expect. She’ll be thinking I’m just making her wait, which I am but I’m also trying to make sure she’s as horny as hell. As I’ve said we’ve played around before with different scenarios. This will show me whether or not she’s been truthful in what we’ve discussed.

‘Get over here and suck my cock,’ I’ll say watching for her reaction.

What will she think about that?

In a flash John will be on his knees yanking open my zip. He’ll tug at my jocks and my cock will spring forth. He’ll devour me greedily just like she does and now I’ll know by the look in her eyes, the way I hope she’ll be tugging at the ropes to be free, to join in.

She’ll be straining her neck as she tries to see exactly what John is doing. I hope to be the most turned on in my life. To feel him slurping, sucking, his breathing laboured.

Will I really want to be fucked by him? Will she want him to fuck me?

She’ll look over at me and smile. ‘Let him fuck you,’ she’ll say.

‘Really,’ I’ll ask. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Are you?’ She’ll smile, knowing its something I’ve wanted for a long time.

‘You want to suck his cock?’ I’ll ask. ‘Lube it up for me.’

‘Oh, God yes,’ she’ll say

Go I’ll say to him.

In a flash John will have his cock rammed down her throat. She’ll suck hard as he thrusts in deeper and deeper, his hands crushing her breasts while I watch her gobbling him.

‘Oh yeah,’ she’ll moan, her mouth full of cock as I go down on her, lick her beautiful cunt until she can bear it no more.

‘Let me see him fuck you,’ she’ll scream, desperate for it all to happen now that we’re so close.

John will come towards me, we’ll kiss, run our hands over each other’s bodies. I’ll cup his balls, he’ll cup mine. I’ll grope his cock, pull back the skin, fall to my knees and suck him deep into my mouth. He’ll love it, standing there proudly while my wife watches on.

‘Hurry. Do it,’ she’ll demand.

‘Bend over her body,’ John will say, ‘part those legs wide.’

I’ll do just that, lay flat on her, her breasts will be squashed beneath my chest, we’ll be eye to eye as he comes up behind me and pulls apart my cheeks. Will I relax or clench my butt cheeks together. I’ve no idea how it will really play out but for the moment I’ll say I’m ready, that his knob is there right where it should be, at my puckered hole.