I picked up my business phone someone spoke my name I said yes! He gave a name that I vaguely remembered but could not put a face to. As I paused to think he said 'from the club, I was shagging your wife for sometime, how is she?' Staggered, I just said 'fine'. A light came on. In a flash a whole age of memories came to me. My wife then was about 24 very slim, dark haired and with lovely little pert tits. I'd persuaded her a couple of years earlier to let young lads pick her up at the dances she went to with her friends. Then at 24 she was bored with the house. At my sugestion she took an unpaid bar job at a local club to help out, she ran a bar for a group of guys that met on a Tuesday. Home in bed after her first night she told me of a bloke a good bit older than her that had chatted and bought her drinks. He was very much up front and before the evening was over asked if there was any chance of fucking her round the back of the club. She was a bit sloshed by then and told him that she'd have to ask her husband and to ask her again the next tuesday. He probably thought it was just a refusal. I was quite turned on by the idea and asked her if she wanted to? She told me he'd had a grope and a kiss as they left and yes if I wanted her to she would let him have it. I knew it would be a turning point, if she had any good reputation it would soon be shot to pieces, we were well known at the club, it would certainly not be a secret for very long. She had gone off the next tuesday night and I noticed the extra time in the bathroom her best briefest undies put out, and her choice of dress ' easy access button front. I went to bed to await her return, time to lay back imaging what he was doing to her at just that moment, your little wife somewhere with another guy's hands in her knicks his prick shooting spunk up into her womb and enjoying her body. She came home by 1 oclock, he not wanting to make his wife to suspicious. She described how they'd got in the back of his car he'd practically undressed her to have a good look at her she'd taken his prick, not a lot bigger than mine but she said sort of thicker. He'd appologised for shooting up her but she just told him she was on the pill and her husband wouldn't mind. Tuesday nights became a regular shag night with him and to make things easier I dropped her off at the club so that he could return her home. One night I remember she was very late pulling up outside our house in the early hours through the curtains I could just make out the spread white of her thighs his bulk between them the car rocking as he got across her in the front seats. In bed dribbling spunk she told me his wife was away and having more time, he'd had her in the carpark behind the club,up the lane in a gateway and again outside our house. I'd followed up enjoying a sloppy wet fit, her fourth time that night. It had gone on for nearly twelve months, I think most of our nieghbours knew what she was doing and I'm sure she'd become one of the clubs sluts. Hell it was good at the time though. I came back down to the telephone. It seems he had some time ago lost his wife, I didn't ask how, didn't really want to know. It seems he thought he could just take my wife out now and again. He'd found me from a friend of his who I'd done work for, having discovered we no longer lived at the old address. If I had been still with her I think I would have, with her consent let him have her now and again. He rings occasionally and tells me some of the things he did with her back an age ago.