My Wife Chloe is 5’11” with a sumptuous body, long, long legs, a perfect bottom and beautifully pert breasts, bettered only by her juicy tight pussy. Our sex life, like a fine wine, has improved with age, as we have explored each other, physically and emotionally. Chloe loves to tell me all about the men she has, while I am away at work and how they fuck her pussy and her tight arse and how they hold her down and cum in her mouth. These are Chloe’s fantasies and we often talk about how we might make them come true. A few weeks back I told Chloe about my fantasy, which involves her and I going out to a club, she would be dressed in the shortest skirt and the highest heels, a tight top with no bra and no knickers. When we get to the club, we split up and I watch her get hit on by all the horny guys in the club, who are just bursting to put their hands up Chloe’s skirt and feel her excitement. My fantasy really got Chloe turned on and we fucked for hours. Chloe loves oral and I love to please her that way. She particularly likes me to rest my finger on her tight arse hole and as I bring her closer to climax she pushes down on my finger and it slips up her bum, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm and if I am lucky she fills my mouth with her cum. Well, last Friday, after we’d had a few glasses of wine, Chloe put her hand on my crutch and while she gently massaged my cock, she whispered to me that she wanted to act out my fantasy, for real. She told me she’d been thinking about it constantly and soaking her knickers every time. I said that if she really was serious about it, we could try it the following night, at our local club. With that she smiled, slipped out my stiff cock and gave me a long slow blow job, letting me cum in her mouth. Saturday evening came round pretty quickly and, sure enough, Chloe walked into the lounge wearing a microscopically short tartan skirt, high heels, black stockings and a tight black top. Best of all, when she bent down to pick up her glass of champagne, it was quite clear she had no knickers on, My cock jumped to attention and we had to wait five minutes before we could go out to the cab. When we got to the club we entered as a couple and as we walked to the bar, we kissed and split up. It wasn’t too busy when we arrived, so we took up positions at either end of the bar. After half an hour or so there was quite a buzz and Chloe had already been approached by a couple of blokes. She was sitting with her long legs on full show and was quite a picture. One guy had bought her a drink, but not stayed, she later told me she hadn’t fancied him and told him she was waiting for her husband. We’d been at the club for about 45 minutes and on our third glass of champagne, very good for the nerves, when four smartly dressed guys in their early thirties came and sat next to Chloe and started chatting to her. They were obviously hitting it off as Chloe was laughing and she looked round at me and winked. A few minutes later they all got up and moved to a dimly lit lounge area with sofas and comfy chairs. As they walked past me Chloe smiled and said “hi”. I watched them from the bar, but I was starting to look like a peeping tom, so I moved to a chair at the edge of the lounge with a clear view, but where I was in the shadows. Chloe and one of the guys were sitting on a sofa and I noticed he had his hand on her thigh and was gently caressing her, moving it closer to her pussy. Just then, one of the other lads got up and sat down on the other side of Chloe and was soon copying his mate. The first guy then started kissing Chloe on the neck and soon they were enjoying a deep, full on kiss, by this time his fingers had also found Chloe’s tight wet pussy and I could see he was fingering her. The guy on the other side still had his hand on her thigh, but he was also now squeezing her pert breasts and he’d pulled up her top so all his mates could see. Chloe didn’t seem to mind and I guessed she was getting her pussy nicely stretched by the guy on the left. I was having a real problem keeping my cock in my pants, but I knew if I did anything I would have got chucked out and probably beaten up, plus I would have missed the action. Chloe had, so far, kept her hands to herself, but I could tell she was getting really into it when she started stroking the first guys cock, through his trousers. Soon after, she unzipped him and started pumping his cock in full view. Then, she stood up, bold as brass, lifted up her skirt (the few inches it needed lifting) and sat on the guys lap. She rode him for only about two minutes and then they stopped. She sat there for a few seconds, he’d obviously shot his load, but what next? Chloe dismounted the first guy and turned to his mate on the sofa. He didn’t need any coaching and within seconds she was riding him like she was possessed. She later told me that he was very well hung and it had taken a while for her to get it just right, but when she did she said it was fantastic. She rode this guy for what seemed like and age and then I heard that familiar sound Chloe makes just before she cums and I could see the guy was ready to fill her up too. There was one last buck and then they lay back on the sofa. Chloe got up, pulled down her skirt and whispered something the second guy, then made her way to the toilets. I got a text message about two minutes later saying to meet her at the exit, which I did and we dived straight into a cab. I didn’t quite know what to say, it kind of didn’t seem real, so I gave her a kiss and we embraced. I couldn’t resist slipping my hand between her legs and it felt wild, a mix of cum and pussy juice, amazing. When we got home we went straight upstairs and I helped her clean up as she told me everything that had been said and done to her. This time there was nothing stopping me getting my cock out and pretty soon she was on cock number three for the evening.