"Well I have." she grinned, "Just hold on a minute and I'll join you."

True to her word, she stopped and stripped out of her top and skirt before setting off with me along the lane, her firm and rounded tits and erect nipples sitting in her lemon 1/2 cup bra, and for all intents, totally exposed to the world.

"Fucking hell Suzy." she breathed, "This is really turning me on - I mean big time. I'm juicing like hell and I've never felt so... so ... free!"

I was getting used to my wife now calling me Suzy, and felt a little tickle in my guts and balls, each time she called me by my new name.

"That's just how I feel as well, my darling." I replied, "Sort of ... liberated."

"And horny?" she prompted me, "Horny enough for you to fuck me outdoors?"

"If you get down on your hands and knees, I'll show you how horny I am. I'll fuck you in the middle of the road, like the bitch-on-heat you are." I told her.

"I'd hate to get run over whilst in mid-orgasm. How about in this gateway? You could fuck me on my hands and knees whilst pushing my head through the cross-bars and I wouldn't be able to move - just like a bitch with her dog." she suggested, "Do you want to be my dog and I'll be your bitch-on-heat?" Then, as if to dare me to do as she'd just suggested, she looked me in the eye as she dropped her skirt and top before slowly sinking to one knee and turning to face the gate.

Then she slowly pushed her head through the lower cross-bars of the gate, her erect nipples just brushing the ground and her ass pushed high into the air - her hairy cunt pushing back at me like a splitting peach.

I slowly moved behind her and sank to my hands and knees between her legs, sliding my knob-end up and down her juicing slit before slowly easing into her.

"Yes." she whispered, almost inaudibly, "Oh yes!"

I slowly but fully, pushed my entire length into her waiting cunt in one movement, my balls squashing hard against her nylon-clad thighs as I reached down and gently pushed and pulled on each of her tits, rubbing her erect nipples into the dirt and making her moan as I started to move my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Fuck me - hard!" she hissed through clenched teeth as I gathered speed, smashing my pubic bone against her cunt, "Fuck my tits into the ground and fill me with your cum. Use me like the bitch-on-heat that I am. I want you to fuck me and use me."

Her suspenders were stretched tight across her thighs as I gripped her hips, and I felt the delicious feeling of my own suspenders and nylons being pressed against my thighs each time I smashed into hers.

"Fuck me." she cried, then begged me obscenely, "Fill me with your fucking cum and then suck me out, you horny twat. Hurry up you cunt, I'm nearly coming."

Her 'talking dirty' to me made me start to come almost straight away, and I heard her groan and then start to shake when her orgasm started as she felt my cock jerking and spurting my cum deep inside her.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" she gasped, "FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

OH YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She clawed and gripped the gate, twitching with involuntary spasms of ecstasy and pushing her cunt back at me, impaling herself deeper onto my cock as her nipples pressed hard into the mud. Then she went still and quiet, and I remained kneeling behind her, my cock shrinking as the steam steadily rose from her oozing cunt.

"Fucking hell, that was a good one Suzy." I heard her gasping softly, "I really felt like a 'bitch-on-heat' with the way you fucked into me. It was wonderful."

"It's not over yet, my darling." I told her, "I'm going to pull out of you, suck your cunt out and then swallow our cum before I let you free from the gate."

"Oooo, save me some!" she begged earnestly, "Promise me you'll save me some!"

My cock slipped out of her as I moved back and dropped down to fasten my lips over her cum-filled cunt, only to find there was no cum leaking from her because of the position she was in, her ass pushing upwards and into the cool night air.

"You're gonna have to force it out of you my darling." I told her, "Either that, or come and sit over my face."

"I'll try to force some out and then move." she replied, "I want to be licked out in this position - just like that dog did."

Even in the dim light of the shady gateway, I could plainly see her beautiful cunt-lips moving back and forth as my wife repeatedly tightened and relaxed her cunt-muscles, her cunt reminding me of a giant-clam, opening and shutting with her inner cunt-lips being forced outwards and pushing her hairy outer ones apart each time she tightened her cunt-muscles. Then I saw a sticky white bubble of our mixed cum pushing out from between her inner cunt-lips and slowly sliding down her slit towards her clitty.

More and more oozed from her pulsating cunt, thick and viscous - then thin and frothy as I licked it off her soaking hairs and clitty, swallowing it and revelling in the musky scent and bitter-sweet taste of our combined cum. Time and again I watched her pulsating cunt open and close as she forced the cum from her 'split-peach' cunt.

Finally, I suggested that she should stand, so I could take the last of the cum into my mouth and save it for her to drink. She duly stood up and spread her nylon- clad thighs wide apart, her lemon suspenders stretched tight across her long thighs and beautifully framing her exquisite, hairy cunt. I clamped my mouth over her glistening cunt-lips and she strained her cunt-muscles once more, a fat glob of thick cum slithering into my waiting mouth. Straining herself several times more, she emptied her cunt into my mouth and I slowly stood up, my mouth full of cum for my darling to swallow.

She wrapped her arms tightly around me and pressed her mud-smeared nipples against me as I eased my semi-hard cock back into her cunt and our lips met.

Pushing her back against the gate, her head fell back slightly and she opened her mouth, my mouthful of thick and creamy cum then slithering into it and making her moan as it filled it. We kept on kissing and caressing each other, me slowly fucking my stiffening cock into her hot and steaming cunt as she swallowed the load of cum in her mouth, smearing some back onto her lips for both of us to enjoy.

"Mmmm, that tasted good." she finally whispered, "Thank you for saving me some."

"You're welcome my darling." I replied softly, "And I really enjoyed drinking it from the cup you'd saved it in."

"You mean the one you're stirring right now?" she asked with a smile.

"Mmmm. That's right, your furry cup." I laughed, "The one I want to drink from and empty every time it gets filled."

"C'mon you, I need to get cleaned up." she smiled, "Look at all of this the mud on my bra-cups and nylons, I'm smothered in it."

"Did you like being fucked by me like a bitch-on-heat in the dirt?" I asked her as we walked slowly along the lane and turned back up our driveway.

"Mmmm. she replied, laying her head on my shoulder, "It felt more like you were taking me and using me - but only for your pleasure. Just like a real dog would."

"You never know, next week you might be doing that again, but with our new dog. I'd love to see him actually fucking and knotting with you in that gateway." I told her.

"Mmmm, me too. I'll tell you what, when we get back inside, we'll go straight to bed in our undies and curl up together - like two girls should. Then I want you to fuck me again and suck me out while I lie back and wank myself off - picturing in my mind what you just said then." she smiled, "C'mon, let's hurry and get in."

I felt my cock twitch at the mention of the words 'two girls' and then felt a lovely warm feeling spreading across my body.

We did exactly as Linda suggested, me fucking her and sucking her out as she wanked and used her new inflatable 'doggy-dildo' on herself, me falling asleep two hours later with my wife lying alongside me - her dildo still wedged firmly up her cunt and lewdly sticking halfway out of her.

**

The following morning I was awakened by Linda bringing me a coffee - her face having a grin from ear to ear.

"Oh, thanks love." I smiled as she handed me my coffee, "What's the grin for?"

"For everything that happened last night. I woke up this morning and found the 'knot' on my new dildo was still inflated and that it was still firmly wedged deep inside my cunt. So, what have you planned for today?"

"I thought I'd just pop into work for an hour to check everything's okay." I replied, "And then to come back home around one o'clock and take my 'slut-wife' out for lunch."

"Mmmm, sounds good to me - especially the 'slut-wife' thing." she laughed, "D'you know something? I like the sound of that, somehow."

**

"Hi Aysha." I called to my secretary as I entered my office, "Missed me?"

"Oh, hi Mr Greenwood. I thought you weren't due back until next week?" Aysha replied, "How's Mrs Greenwood, and how was America?"

"America was... different." I smiled, "And enlightening. My wife's fine, and you can drop that 'Mr Greenwood' thing - that's only for when we've clients in the office with us. I thought I'd just pop in for an hour and sort some papers out."

"Sorry Davey - force of habit." she smiled, "You sit yourself down at your desk and I'll go and make you a nice cup of coffee."

"Thanks Aysha. I could murder one." I replied as I buried my nose in some papers.

Aysha had been my secretary for about 4 years now and I'd found her to be very efficient. In fact, over the years she'd become a dear friend, as well as an employee.

She was Indian by birth and had chosen her career before any relationship, like so many other Asians. She looked typically Asian, mid-length dark hair, petite build and deep brown eyes that you could get lost in. I frequently joked with her that if I hadn't been so much in love with Linda, I'm sure me and Aysha would've been a serious item. She always took it in good part and laughed it off, but there was something different about Aysha that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Here we are Davey, a nice cup of coffee." she said as she entered my private office with a tray, "Hey, what's wrong - have you got something in your eye?"

"Hmmm, it suddenly started stinging like hell when I touched it just now." I replied, dabbing the tears off my cheek, "I must have something in it."

"Here, let me see if I can see anything." she suggested, "Hold on while I get some tissues out of my handbag.

Right, now put your head back and try to keep still while I have a look for you." I leaned back in my chair and tried to keep my stinging eye open as Aysha gently pulled my eyelid open and dabbed the flow of water.

"Can't see anything yet." she said as she peered into my eye, "Although there might be a bit of something... Ah, there. Got it. Now keep still and your eye open while I dab it clear and check for any more stuff."

"What is it - a fly?" I asked, keeping as still as I could, ignoring the urge to reach out and touch her as I drank in her sexy perfume and the heat from her beautiful body.

"Nope, it's not a fly." she said as she pulled away and grinned at me.

"Well what is it?" I asked.

"It's a little bit of your... mascara!" she grinned, "And you'll still have to be careful, you haven't removed all of your eye-shadow and foundation yet, either!"

"Ah... I... yes." I stammered.

"Here." she grinned at me, handing me a bottle of something and a tissue, "It's some of my cleansing milk. I use it to remove my own... makeup."

I gratefully wiped the makeup from my eye and the stinging stopped immediately, me than handing the bottle back to the grinning Aysha.

"You know - don't you?" I asked her quietly.

She smiled broadly at me and sat on the corner of my desk before answering me.

"I know that you've been recently wearing full makeup." she smiled, "And what's more, I know you haven't managed to remove all of your nail-polish as well. What I don't know yet - but heavily suspect is... did you also...?"

"Did I ... ahhh... also, what?" I asked, swallowing nervously.

"You did." she grinned knowingly, "I know I'm right - you did. But what I want to know now is - did you... enjoy wearing them?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked her.

"To me it is - yes." she smiled, "C'mon, tell me about it. Describe them to me and let me picture you in them. I bet you looked really sexy in them, didn't you?"

I sighed a sigh of resignation and told Aysha exactly how I was dressed the evening before and what happened when Linda and me went down the lane, adding that Linda had said that I did look really sexy in them, and yes, I did enjoy wearing my undies.

"Wow. I'd have loved to have seen you in them." she confided, "And what about Linda, what does she say about you wearing them?"

"She really likes me wearing them, and she says it really turns her on by seeing me in them. In fact, she wants me to wear them all the time." I answered her truthfully.

"Hmmm." she replied quietly.

"What?" I asked, "What's the 'Hmmm' for?"

"Well... I may be going way out on a limb here, but... is Linda ... bi?" she asked.

"Will you please make us both another cup of coffee and lock the door behind you when you come back in Aysha? Like I said earlier, America was enlightening, and I want to tell you a rather long tale about why it was - and how it's affected us."

She went out and returned a few minutes later with our coffees, locking the door behind her and moving her chair so's she was sitting down alongside me.

"What I'm going to tell you now goes no further, okay? I told her.

"I promise I'll not breath a word to anyone, unless you okay it." she replied solemnly.

I then spent the next 1/2 hour telling Aysha everything that'd happened on our honeymoon - how it had affected us, and what we'd decided to do about it. The only bit I didn't mention, was anything about the dog.

"Hell's bells!" she said, whistling softly when I'd finished telling her, "I'm so sorry Davey, I wouldn't have teased you like that if I'd have known what'd happened!"

"That's okay." I replied, "America is behind us now - and if I'm completely truthful, there have been some good things that've come out of it."

"Such as?" Aysha asked.

"Oh, me finding out that I like to wear sexy undies, me perhaps being bi, Linda being able to admit to me that she's been suppressing her bisexuality for all these years and can now openly admit it to me and herself." I replied, "That's why she wants me to wear my undies of an evening at home - she wants me to be her 'pseudo' girlfriend and has named me Suzy, because she hasn't a proper girlfriend."

"And does that bother you - her wanting you to wear your undies of an evening?" she asked, "And also Linda calling you, Suzy?"

"To be completely truthful with you, it turns me on something rotten, Aysha." I told her, "To be able to slip into my sexy undies and a skirt of an evening, really relaxes me and makes me feel good. Linda calling 'Suzy' only completes the situation."

"Well it sounds to me like you've gotten a great thing going for you both." Aysha replied, "Both you, and Linda."

"We have actually." I replied, "We're both completely happy with the way things are.

But to be completely honest with you, I think that the only thing that's missing and could make it even better for Linda - and perhaps myself, would be if she could find another woman. But how do you find another bi woman for your wife? 'Excuse me madam, I'm looking for a female lover for my wife, do you happen to know of any?'

Christ. I wouldn't know where to start looking, if I was honest with you, Aysha."

"Perhaps you don't have to look very far?" she replied.

"How d'you mean? A bi woman will just appear on the doorstep one evening, ring the front doorbell and walk right in before making passionate love with my bisexual wife?" I replied sarcastically, "She'd cream her panties there and then if that would happen - neither of us ever wear panties actually, but you know what I mean."

"It could - if you were to arrange an evening for me to come round." she replied.

At first, what Aysha had just said didn't sink in, but I stopped in mid-swallow of my coffee as it gradually did.

"Did I hear you right?" I asked her, "You mean... you... you're bi?"

"It's not something I shout out loud Davey." she smiled, "But yes, I'm bi. And what's more, because you've been more than truthful to me, I'm going to be the same with you. I've fancied making love to Linda since the first time I met her nearly 4 years ago - right here in this office."

"Christ, it never knew. Would it be alright for me to tell her tonight what we've been talking about and arrange a date for you both?" I asked, "I can go out for the evening and leave you both to enjoy yourselves."

"Well I'm free tonight if that's okay? And you'd have no need to leave us alone when I was making love with Linda, the invitation extends to you as well, y'know - I'm bi, not a lesbian. In fact, you and me could make a start by getting to know one another a little better right here and now, if you wanted us to?" she said, sliding her skirt higher up her thigh and placing my hand on it.

"Ahhh, I'd better not, Aysha." I told her, slowly moving my hand off her exposed thigh, "I promised Linda I'd only ever go with another woman if she okayed it first, and if she was there at the time. Thanks all the same."

"It's a good job you said no." she smiled, "I was testing you to see how sincere you really were. If you'd have tried to do anything then, I would've had to retract my offer of meeting Linda, and also resigned on the spot. But you've just proved to me that you're a man of your word and also that you love your wife."

"So the offer still stands?" I asked her.

"Well I can't promise that I'll be her proper girlfriend - that'll only happen if it actually happens. But I think I can promise that we can at least be part-time lovers. Why don't you ring her now and tell her that you've told me about America? Then you can get on with your paperwork while I have a little chat with her and see if she's okay with me popping round to see you both tonight? Besides which, I'm absolutely dying to see you as Suzy." Aysha then left me alone in the office, clearing the cups away while I phoned my wife to tell her the good news, she returning 20 minutes later to phone Linda and arrange about tonight.

"Well, I told her, and she's waiting for you to call. So I might see you tonight." I told her as I locked my desk and prepared to go and take Linda to lunch.

"Mmmm, I sincerely hope so." Aysha replied, "Hey, wear something sexy!"

"And you do the same!" I winked as I left the office.

Linda was still on the phone to Aysha as I walked in, her finger busy as it traced up and down her juicing slit as she laid back in her chair with her knees spread wide.

"Yes, he's just walked in now." I heard her telling Aysha as I put my coat away in the closet, "Don't worry, I will. We'll both see you at 8, then. Okay, bye Aysha."

"Well?" I asked as she put the phone down, "She's coming round then?"

"You beautiful fucking bastard." Linda grinned as she ran over and hugged me,

"Oh yes, are we going to have some fun tonight?"

"Hey Linda, before we go any further, can I remind you that if you're going to include me in your evening's fun with Aysha, she's going to see me as Suzy and at some point in the evening, things might no doubt get... a little sexual?" I told her.

"If you mean that you and Aysha might end up fucking, we talked about that before you came in and it's okay with me." she replied, "She also told me all about the little test she tried on with you at the office earlier, and I'm glad to see that you kept your word. Besides, I could hardly expect you to sit there and not join in, now could I?"

**

The doorbell rang just before 8 and Linda sprinted to the door to let Aysha in.

Upon opening the door, Aysha threw her arms round Linda and hugged her before telling her how sorry she was to hear about what happened to her in America.