I love to read stories from men who enjoy watching their randy wives fuck with other men. Its been my great interest in twenty years of happy marriage. Mind you, my Irene was a lass who couldn't say no when I met her.
We were both serving in the army in the same camp. When I took her out, other squaddies warned me she was a sure thing and said plenty had screwed her. All that only decided me she was the girl for me. That, and her big tits and plump arse.
When I went overseas, she warned me that she wasn't the kind to wait faithfully. I said, 'Do what you like as long as you're honest about it. If you want to, tell me.' She did just that, filling long letters with news of screws - real randy missives of who had fucked her, how, where and how good it was.
We married in civvie street and before too long I wasn't enough for her. A single chap in the police force lived in the next flat and visited us in the evenings. Soon she told me they had fucked in his off-duty spells, morning and afternoon. He was a big guy, big built too, and was shafting her with all eight inches regularly. At a party we gave, he stayed on to help clear up and we all ended up in bed together. For the first time, I had the great pleasure of seeing her writhing and groaning as another man fucked her. She kept us both going all night, including sucking us both off. I especially enjoyed watching him spurting into her hot mouth, seeing her swallow and then giving her a kiss, tasting his sperm in my mouth.
Over the years there have been many others. During that time, I owned one or two different pubs and several customers got the message and were invited upstairs. Then came a seaside boarding house and not a few male guests had her in our bed. One of these memorable occasions was when two lads were invited to our private apartment for a party. Once it had got going, Irene did a striptease, then served the drinks naked until pulled down on the couch by one of the boys. He was the bigger of the two lads and fucked her more energetically than with skill. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, thrusting with him until both climaxed. His mate, watching, asked how old my wife was. When I said she wouldn't see forty again, he told me his friend was still in his teens and was waiting to be signed on as a professional by one of the most famous football teams.
For their two weeks stay with us, this boy hardly went on the beach, but hung around waiting for his chance. Whenever my wife was missing from the kitchen or the bar, I'd find them naked upstairs. He was a handsome, athletic boy and Irene went a bundle on him. He got taught a few positions from what I saw, including 69, and on several nights my wife went to his room and slept there - if they ever did sleep!
I never heard of him making it as a famous footballer but I saw him in action plenty of times - sucking my wife's breasts, licking her out, being sucked off himself and fucking her, usually in her favourite rear-entry position.
Now we are both in middle-age, you would think she'd cool off a bit. Not a chance. We had a student working for us in the summer break last year and she wouldn't leave the lad alone. At last she came to me all smiles while I was serving behind the bar. Like the cat that had got the cream, she told me he had just fucked her in a bedroom while they were supposed to be preparing it for new guests. More like she fucked him, for she informed me that she had got on top of him to do the dirty deed.
He joined us in our bedroom frolics after that, and good viewing it made - his slim young body and hers all big tits and wide bottom, real middle-aged spread. A mature woman at her best.
Now we've sold up again, moved to the Midlands and hope to make new friends. She has her beady eye on the American Servicemen in the area, especially the black US Airforce lads. She's never had a black lover and doesn't want to die wondering. Meantime, she has to make do with me fucking her, and memories, of course.
Actually, she's been an industrious wife and a ball of fun. Who could ask for more?
