My wife Leslie had been married before me – not a happy marriage, but fuck, that happens. Basically, she had only “known” one man before me due to strict restrictions imposed by her family. When I met her, she’d been without sex for six years after her divorce.
We got married, and we’re a happy couple. Goddamn, this woman turned into a volcano within two years.
During one of our vigorous fuck sessions, I couldn’t help asking her – right as she was getting worked up – if she wouldn’t like to play with more cocks. Her response was to come instantly.
So with careful coaxing, discussions and some gentle persuasion, she finally admitted that maybe… one day… she might try.
I had no intention of waiting for that vague “someday,” so I decided to plan a very naughty evening.
We went for a drink. In our town, there are a few bars mostly frequented by white guys looking for a drunken night, a few drinks and – if possible – some pussy.
After sharing some Breezers at home, we left. We chose to sit at a table already occupied by two guys. Both checked out my wife the moment she sat down. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get them in the mood.
We started chatting, had a few more drinks, and Leslie became visibly aroused.
I decided to go to the bathroom. One guy came to piss too. While we were at the urinals, I casually asked if he’d like to fuck my wife.
He thought for maybe two seconds before lighting up with a huge grin.
I asked if he could bring his friend along too. He assured me he could do even better – what if we had four?
I agreed. He made a quick phone call before we returned to the table.
My wife was deep in conversation with the other man. My new partner-in-crime sat on her other side, whispered something to his friend, and they both started hitting on her, making her drink, and casually touching her here and there. Leslie responded with enthusiastic nods and beaming smiles.
I decided to hang back and watch for a while.
It took less than half an hour for my wife to get very frisky. The guys were stroking her legs under her skirt, grabbing her ass, even kneading her tits – with her obvious encouragement.
Watching her bask in their attention and respond with such ardor was a spectacle.
I told her I’d buy some stuff and come back later, but if she wanted to go have fun, one of the guys would gladly accompany her. Then I left.
I waited outside, curious to see what would happen.
About thirty minutes later, Leslie walked out of the bar, affectionately supported by both guys. A car pulled up – already occupied by two more men. She climbed onto the back seat sandwiched between the first duo.
The car drove off. I went home.
I went to bed around seven AM. Leslie still wasn’t back. I fell asleep.
Around noon, the sound of a tuktuk woke me. I looked out the window and saw her paying the driver. A moment later, I heard her come in.
After a few minutes, she entered the bedroom. I pretended she’d just woken me.
I looked her over. She was completely disheveled – and she reeked of sex.
I asked why she was coming home so late and where she’d been. At first she clammed up tight, but I insisted on hearing the truth.
It took some coaxing, but eventually the story poured out.
Shortly after I’d left the bar, the guys started groping her – gladly – and she admitted liking it. She encouraged them.
After a while, one called a car. It arrived already carrying two more guys.
She slid in between the first pair. They started touching her immediately – with her full consent. The guy in the front seat turned around and pulled her legs until she lay across the back seat.
Three pairs of hands wandered everywhere – under her skirt, inside her blouse, all over her body – while she moaned her approval.
One guy suggested continuing at someone’s place. Upon arrival, Leslie was eagerly led to a bed, undressed, fingered until dripping wet, then methodically fucked.
All four men took her multiple times each. Cum oozed from her pussy.
After hours of relentless sex, everyone collapsed exhausted.
Come morning, the whole party started again. She got fucked several more times with wild frenzy.
Two more guys arrived later. They had their way with her too, and she welcomed them eagerly.
The final round ended around eleven. After that, Leslie was thanked and sent home.
In total, she estimated she’d been fucked about twenty times. Most cum had been dumped deep in her pussy.
My wife felt deeply ashamed and feared my anger. Instead, I took her in my arms, told her I loved her, and fucked her hard.
Afterwards, I asked if she’d enjoyed it.
She’d loved it – tremendously. She couldn’t count how many times she’d come; it had been one long chain of explosions.
I asked if she wanted more.
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
Since then, we’ve visited a swingers club on vacation… and there, I watched her do her thing.