So here’s what we’ve got planned, and apologies in advance if there’s some delay in debriefing you all.

The only place in Europe for Katie to party is Berlin – at least in the winter!

Notwithstanding being party animals through and through, Katie and I are bored by both traditional clubs and swinger clubs. At the traditional clubs there’s too much relationship bullshit in the air, a lot of immature and jealous people, a lot of insecure people threatening with violence, frankly it’s a real drag. Add to that the need to consume large amounts of alcohol (with no distinction as to its quality), the drug culture, the smoke and the lack of fresh air and it’s honestly only the DJ who might come in on the right side of the equation. At the swinger clubs, it’s much the same. Sure, there’s usually a bit more of a relaxed attitude to come-ons but on the other hand the people are not as young or good-looking, and the sex, while technically possible, is not exhilarating. Sleazy men and submissive wives dominate the experience. Oh yes, and the music is bad too (while the entrance fee is off the scale).

The only place in the world, perhaps, where there is a substantial cohort of heterosexual people with a grown-up attitude to sex is Germany. And the only place in Germany where these people meet a funky club culture is Berlin.

So let’s see out the Noughties in style, by, of course, being naughty!

Today, in the world of (sexual) freedom, the proudest boast is ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’…

She knew I loved the idea, but she certainly wasn’t planning it just to please me. She had been swapping ideas with Robert for a week already and getting hornier and hornier the more she imagined the scripts, the studios, the cameramen obliged to keep their trousers on as they eagerly sought the best angle. We were well past viral videos by now; this was a porn shoot, pure and simple.

“Darling, I’ll need a couple of days. Robert and I have some work stuff to discuss. You do understand, don’t you?” she winked.

Robert lived on the west coast, a few hours flight from here. Sure, I thought, they might have had a couple of things to talk about, but nothing justifying such a long trip – after all, he didn’t even get the contract…

Five days later she was back.

She hadn’t been prolix while away: just once a day an email with a single link and an SMS with the password.

I’d been sort of dreading going and was still kicking myself I’d allowed myself to be talked into it. Not really my scene. But as a few of my rather cute female colleagues had made such a fuss about it, I just couldn’t resist. It’s so hard for me to let down my fans

There’s actually one really sweet intern who I had been dreaming about banging for a while. Not that I’d really make a move on her at the office Christmas party (hey guys, what do you take me for?) But a little sexual tension in the air might at least liven up an otherwise dull evening.

I’d told Katie I fancied Magda. I’d imagined her cute little pink pussy and had been chatting her up for a while. All good-natured stuff. But as I left in the morning, I joked with Katie not to wait up.

Katie’s a good sport, and given how horny she herself is on a constant basis, she understands me very well. She appreciates her freedom and I appreciate mine, and we both know that makes for explosive sex when we’re together. We share our stories and then want to fuck each other silly. In fact that’s one of the main reasons we write this blog (so far it’s just me writing it, but i hope to tempt her to try out her literary skills as well).

There’s one way Katie is different from me though. I mean, she’s a babe, right? They just are different. So while Katie is happy for me to fuck the intern, she still can’t help but feel a sense of competition. Like any great sports champion, she is always looking forward to the next occasion to prove to me that however much I may misbehave, she is always one step ahead.

“Enjoy yourself. Joe’s coming over this evening, anyway. We need to work on that pitch for next week,” she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Nothing had ever happened between Katie and Joe. He’d just gotten married to Katie’s best friend Carolina, and Katie had been at the wedding. That’s another story, but Joe had graciously been allowed to spend his wedding night with his gorgeous bride. And she was gorgeous, too, in a semi-transparent lace wedding gown that showed off her ample tits to perfection. I’d have fucked her on the spot.

The evening wore on, as I got closer and closer to Magda. She was wearing a beautiful short green ballgown with a deep decolleté that lovingly drew the eyes of the beholder down to her pale white bosom. There was a lot of sexual chemistry between us as I got her onto the dancefloor and we danced a few slows, nervously trying to strike an impossible balance between mutual lust and the watchful eyes of some very uncool colleagues.

I noticed my phone ringing, but didn’t pick it up. A few minutes later, I noticed a voice mail had come through, but I still didn’t pay it any attention. Soon enough though, I needed the bathroom and took the chance to listen in to Katie’s message.

Some grunts and groans, the sound of creaking timbers and, after about a minute, “I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” Then the message left off.

I was so turned on I entered into a moment of total confusion. On the one hand, I was so hot for Magda, and, on the other, there was my slutty wife getting banged by her best friend’s husband in a scene I was sure as hell regretting I was missing. I was torn between these twin paroxysms of desire and simply stood there, motionless, for what must have been several minutes, until my colleague Roger came looking for me, telling me Magda was leaving and wanted to say goodbye, as her boyfriend was coming to pick her up.

I went out, encountered her in an only slightly secluded corner behind the Christmas tree, planted my lips on hers in a passionate but brief embrace and let her take her leave. A few moments later I was speeding back home, trying to figure out if I was hoping Joe was still there and not quite managing to do that.

In any case, Katie had won again.

She’s a particular fan of viral marketing, and so it happens that she is in contact with some rather funky dudes whose only obsession from dawn to dusk is to come up with video ideas so funny or far out that you’ll share them with your friends and thereby do the company’s publicity for free (well it’s not actually for free, but at least you don’t get paid).

Well, that’s not quite their only obsession. Creative guys are creative for a reason. It’s because there are a hell of a lot of hormones rushing round their bodies seeking a way out. Those guys are perpetually horny, and if you don’t believe me, just check out the kind of stuff they come up with – sex from A to Z, and it works. Sure, a viral video is somewhat less explicit than you’ll find in your local porn cinema, after all you wouldn’t want your friends thinking you are a pervert, right? But it wouldn’t make it on to prime time TV either. Even the brands that use them profit from the lingering doubt in the viewer’s mind as to whether the company concerned is really behind the video or not (of course they are). It is, however, considerably more entertaining – I admire those guys and, frankly, if they need to fuck my wife from time to time to go on doing what they’re doing, I figure you’ve gotta have some sympathy for that.

Robert had come up with a package of ideas for Katie, each one funnier and wilder than the last. Of course, Katie knew that her rather staid client would draw the line at some of the more outrageous ideas, but she still found them so appealing that, somehow, she couldn’t help wondering what Robert would have made of them if ever her client had enough balls to commission the work.

Eventually, predictably enough, she couldn’t resist. “Hey Robert, look, I just loved your ideas but, you know, my client will never buy that.”

“Too bad, those are the ones that make it big. His loss.”

“Yeah. Too bad for me too, I’d have just loved to see how it turned out. My pussy was getting wet just thinking about it!”

“Aha,” said Robert, followed by a very long silence. “Well, Katie, I’d love to make it just for you, but, you know, actresses that are willing to play those scenes don’t come cheap. Especially ones as gorgeous as Samantha, the chick I had lined up. She’s coming over in a bit for another shoot.”

“Ha, what kind of acting skills do you need anyway? If that was me, I’d be doing it for real!” laughed Katie.

“Would you Katie? Show me!” said Robert mischievously, flicking on his Skype video feed.

Even if she was supposed to be working, Katie was already wearing some very tight and revealing clothes. She’s just that kind of girl. Needs to be noticed and thrives on male sexual attention. Here she was, on the spot – but ducking a challenge to get naughty just isn’t her style. She flicked on her own video feed and gently pulled down the zip at the front of her sports top, exposing more and more of the flesh of her delicate soft tits to Robert’s regard. She slipped a hand in her tight shorts, finding her wet pussy. With the other hand she teased her nipples, first one then the other.

“Ok Robert, that’s enough, talk soon!” she laughed, and hung up. A message flickered onto the computer screen: “hey baby, that was pretty hot! Samantha has some competition “

Katie looked up at my furtive figure, lurking at the door to the kitchen, cock in hand.

“Get in here,” she said. “Now.”

Katie’s my misbehaving wife, and right now she’s on one of her jaunts. I love it. The thought of her spending the night in the throes of passion with another man thrills me immensely. We both know how it will end up. I love to help her choose the outrageously provocative clothes she will wear, the scent she will carry. I lovingly pack the condoms in her suitcase as if they were delectable morsels of chocolate or little flowers. She’s going to fuck another man – maybe more. Just the thought gets me so hard. Frequently I cannot let her out the door without showing her how my I appreciate her splendid slutiness. But today she turns me away. She knows it makes me even more crazy, even more trembling in anticipation of what is to come.

Today’s a bit different. Not only Katie has wicked thoughts on her mind. She’s meeting up with her new friend Lizzy. Lizzy is meeting her out-of-town lover, Raoul, and she invited Katie to join. Two girls, one guy. The lucky bastard.

Lizzy enjoys being fucked by Raoul – all night long. Those brief and infrequent episodes are packed with all the passion and sensuality that is absent from her marriage. But she sort of owes a debt of gratitude to Katie who originally talked her into going for it. So tonight, three’s company.

How I wish I could be there. I don’t know what the physical limitations are to the production of semen but, oh boy, would I be going for an Olympic record.

The night is yet young, so you’ll have to make do with my imagination. They are in a bar. It’s fairly hilarious because Raoul has no idea. That gives Katie carte blanche to be as outrageous as only she knows how, and just watch his reaction, and his nervous looks over at Lizzy who struggles to keep a straight face, but somehow manages to keep him on the edge. As Katie gets closer and closer into his personal space and he gets more than an eyeful of her braless tits under her soft blouse, we can see he’s squirming. She brushes as if by accident his powerful erection through his trousers. Lizzy excuses herself for a moment. “Fuck me,” she whispers into his ear – loud enough though to turn some heads on the adjacent tables. She grasps his erection under the table. “Come on, Katie!” Raoul exclaims. “You know I’m with Lizzy tonight.”

Raoul and Katie are old friends. That’s why Katie didn’t hesitate to recommend him to Lizzy. She just loved his big cock, his manly power as he fucked her, tender and raw, gently and oh-so-hard until she came and came again.

But these were details she had spared Lizzy. They were secrets that had little chance of surviving the weekend.

Lizzy reappears from the bathroom. “Shall we go?” she asks. Raoul starts up. Soon outside they are writhing in each other’s embrace. Katie feels a bit left out, despite herself. It’s not as if no one had noticed her inside – she had had admiring and lustful glances from all the men in there – and a couple of girls too. But she longed to feel Raoul’s cock once again deep inside her – and Lizzy had such a lovely sweet cunt. She’d checked it out in the shower and she was sure the combination would be – just divine.

“Come on Raoul, my hotel is just around the corner.”

“What about Katie?” whispers Raoul, more than a little flustered.

“I’m really tired,” Katie lied. “I’ll sleep in the bed in the next room, you guys just go ahead.”

They’d booked two communicating rooms in full knowledge of what the night would have in store.

Barely in the hotel room, Lizzy and Raoul grasp at each other’s clothes. Katie pretends quietly to go off to the next room. There she strips off too and starts stroking her freshly shaved cunt, lovingly but with more and more insistence. The whole hotel must be able to hear what Lizzy and Raoul are up to, she thinks. No longer can she contain herself. She strides in all her naked glory into the room and observes immediately the tangled bodies on the bed, her nose overwhelmed with the msuky scents of love. She stands there, statuesque, majestic, but a little overwhelmed by passion. Her cunt is dripping by now.  She watches Lizzy go down on Raoul’s impressive manhood, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Gently she plants her tongue between Lizzy’s legs and feels a shudder in both their bodies – Lizzy’s and her own. This will be a night to remember.

That’s enough to get me going. Will truth be wilder than fiction? I’ll let you know!