My wife, Jayne and I are quite a quiet couple some might even say naive. We've been married for 3 years and together for 5. We recently moved north due to my job. This involved moving from one end of the country to the other. We moved away from friends and family but it was just to good an opportunity to miss. We moved into a pretty cul-de-sac in our new town. We were easily the youngest people in the cul-de-sac and I knew that it must be very boring for Jayne. She hadn't found a job that she liked yet and as we had no children she was stuck at home all day watching Jeremy Kyle and kicking her heels. That all changed though last summer. I got home late from work one Wednesday evening and Jayne told me that she’d met one of the neighbours. She told me that it was Jack at number 7. She had commented on his garden and they had got talking, he’d invited her in for a coffee and they’d had a bit of a chat. “Which one is he?” I asked and she described the greying, distinguished looking, fiftysomething gent I’d said hi to half a dozen or so time on my way to work. I didn't give it a thought. I was just happy she’d met one of the neighbours and got on. However over the summer she mentioned Jacks name more and more. I sounded to me like she was going over there most days and spending at least a couple of hours every day in this man’s company. I was at work all day and spent more and more time wondering about this man and my wife. All I could think was that he must make a pass at her. I know I would have done. Jayne is 25, with a slim figure, an open innocent face, long legs and boobs that look just a bit to big for her slim frame. She a natural brunette but as long as I've known her she’s dyed her hair blond. So much so that it never occurs to me that she isn't. The thought that any man could spend time with her and not try it on didn't even go through my head. Would she respond though? After all I knew she was bored. The worst thing was in my mind’s eye when I imagined her with Jack it aroused me. My cock would swell and I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I decided I had to ask her about her afternoons with Jack. I didn't want an argument so I was careful about how I did it. I waited until Saturday night we were watching a movie in bed with a bottle of wine. I was waiting my moment and when Jayne mentioned Jack I seized my chance. “What do you and Jack find to talk about?” I asked. “Oh his, garden, family all sorts really” she replied. “As long as I don’t have to worry about you being alone with another man” I said. I tried to keep a light hearted tone in my voice like I was being jokey. “No you have nothing to worry about” she said, “He’s usually a perfect gentleman.” My ears pricked up, I had heard her say “usually” and not ”always” and I had to push further. “Why not always a gentleman” I asked. “Well he is a man after all” she said “and I do catch him checking out my bum or my boobs every so often. “ I imagined this older man with my wife sat in his house while he looked over her beautiful body and my cock started to stiffen all on its own accord. “Did you see him for a coffee on Friday?” I asked. “Yes, why do you ask” she said. “Well I know what you were wearing on Friday and he’d have been dead not to check you out in that” I replied. When I’d got home from work she’d been in a very short floral summer dress. Most of her legs had been on show and it was tight around her bust, showing them off in a delightful way. Then something occurred to me. “On Friday did you dress like that on purpose? For Jack?” I asked, still trying to sound light hearted. “Yes” she said “I enjoy seeing him flustered and to be honest I like the attention. I’m lonely here and I like seeing that another man finds me attractive. I’d never do anything I shouldn't though. I’d never go to far.” She finished sounding a little sheepish and her hand slid over to my cock. I was rock hard. “This turns you on doesn't it?” She said as she took hold of my erection. There was no point in lying. “Yes” I whispered, “I don’t understand why but the thought of you teasing Jack just really turns me on.” She stoked my cock and said, “If you want to we can have a little game” she said, “I can tease him during the day and tell you about it when you get home. Would that turn you on?” I rolled her onto her back and rubbed my cock against her slit. She was as wet as I can ever remember. I wasn't the only one turned on by this idea. I slipped my cock inside her and whispered, “Yes!” We fucked one another passionately almost desperately, finally collapsing sweating and panting. Over the weekend we fucked longer and harder than since we’d first met and we discussed the idea of Jayne’s little game. She also admitted to me something that I’d never known. The man who had taken her virginity had been an older man. It had been a friend of her father’s that she had developed a crush on and on her 16th birthday she had given herself to him. Since then she’d always had a thing for older men, as she put it. When Monday morning came the thought that Jayne was going to go and tease Jack that day and that he was just the sort of man that she found attractive was all that was in my head. I couldn't concentrate on my work. The moment I got home I immediately asked if she had been to see Jack that day. “Wait till bedtime” she said and as much as I tried she would tell me nothing as we ate dinner. Finally I suggested an early night and Jayne agreed. We poured a glass of wine each and then Jayne told me about her day. She had worn a short denim skirt with stockings beneath it and a thin white top with matching red bra and thong. “My bum felt naked” she said “I suppose it was.” She then told me how she had popped over for coffee as normal. This was the most provocatively that she had ever dressed when she’d visited her friend and he defiantly noticed. She made sure he did. She made every excuse she could think of to bend over in front of him. “He must have had a good look at my bum” she told me “and it really turned me on knowing that he was seeing more than he should.” Before she had left she had asked to look at his family album. It was something she had looked at with him in the past. When he sat and opened it she had sat beside him and deliberately allowed her skirt to ride up and show her stocking tops. She said he had tried to avoid looking at first but when she crossed her legs and her skirt went even higher he couldn't avoid looking. Finally he had said to her that he liked her stockings and that it reminded him of his youth when most women wore them. “Well if you like them I’ll wear then whenever I come over” she had told him and with a peck on his cheek she was gone. It wasn't like she’d done very much but the thought of Jayne showing off her pretty round bum to a stranger and allowing him to see her stocking tops was enough to have us fucking like bunnies again. Over the next couple of weeks she continued with her little game and every night she would tell me what she had done and the reaction it had on Jack. I must confess I was desperate for her to take things further but that was up to her and to be honest what she was doing was more than I ever expected and was giving our sex life a massive lift. Then one night when we got to bed and I asked what she’d been up to with Jack she said, “Things whet a bit further today.” My ears pricked up and my dick instantly started to swell. She then explained that as it had been a warm day she had worn a very short summer dress that was so short that normally she would have worn leggings with it so as to be decent. It fastened up the front and she left the bottom button undone to create a split. Under it she had worn a matching white lacy bra and thong with skin coloured hold up’s. She had looked in the mirror before leaving the house and thought she might be a bit to tarty, but in the end she had just put on a long cardigan and gone for coffee. As she spoke her hand was on my cock and my fingers were stroking her clit and we mutually masturbated one another as she told me what she had been up to. Once at Jacks house he had popped into the kitchen while she had hung up her cardigan. Then she had followed him into the kitchen as usual. When he had turned round she said that he had actually gasped. “Do you like my dress?” she had innocently asked. He had told her that he did and they had stood chatting. She told me it was so hard for him as he couldn't take his eyes off her thighs as her stocking tops were clearly on show. On her suggestion they had moved into the front room and she had deliberately sat opposite him. Over the next hour she had teased him relentlessly. She had crossed and uncrossed her legs as slowly as she dared and even on a couple of occasions allowed her legs to fall apart and flashed him her thong. The only thing between him and her sweet shaven pussy. Eventually she had stood up to leave, happy with the effect she was having on this older man. When she went to the hall to get her cardigan he had followed her. She had turned to face him and he had been very close. She had felt his hand on her hips and he had lent forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. She had responded to his kiss and he had got bolder. His hands started to grope her breasts through the thin materiel of her dress then he tried to force his hands inside her dress. “Stop! Stop, I’m a married woman” she had told him. Then to his total shock she had started unbuttoning her dress and as the last button had been undone and the dress had fallen open exposing her body beneath naked but for her bra, thong and stockings she had said, “But if you’re a good boy, you keep this quiet and you remember this is just a bit of fun we could have a little kiss.” She said he would have promised her anything at that moment to carry on and she had to calm him down. She had taken his hand and led him to the sofa they had sat beside one another. He had put his arms around her and kissed her gently and first then more and more passionately. His hands had started to explore her body. He again groped her breasts eventually he had plucked up courage and slipped a hand inside her bra so that he could feel her naked tits beneath his hands. Jayne and I were both wanking one another furiously by this point and I had to take a deep breath as Jayne continued with her story. Jacks hand had dropped to his trousers and as she looked down she saw him take out his penis. She told me it was the biggest one that she’d ever seen (although she did admit she’d only ever seen 4.) While he wanked his cock his other hand stroked her thigh. She pretended not to notice as it got higher and eventually stoked her pussy through the thin, damp material of her thong. He then slipped a couple of fingers inside her lacy thong and stroked the velvet, shaven skin on her pubic mound and at that moment he had ejaculated over her. His sperm had gushed all over her thigh in a sticky torrent. I was pretty close to doing the same myself. I couldn't believe my pretty, young wife had allowed this older man to feel her tits and wank over her. She bucked and gasped at this point as she gushed through a shattering orgasm. When she recovered she told me how Jack had apologised profusely and insisted on cleaning her up. Then he had again promised to say nothing and she had popped her dress and cardigan over her spunk stained stockings and come home. I fucked Jayne hard without speaking a word before filling her pussy with my seed and falling asleep in her arms. Jayne didn't und to Jacks for over a week. I was beginning to think she felt things had gone to far the last time. Then when I came home on Friday Jayne said, “Shall we have an early night tonight? I've been over to see Jack today.” We didn't bother with any dinner we just grabbed a bottle of wine and went to bed. Once we were both naked and in bed I asked her about her day. She started by telling me how she’d dressed. She had worn her long thigh length raincoat. Beneath it she had worn a black basque, black knee boots, hold up stockings and nothing else. “No panties?” I asked as I stroked my already stiff dick. “No” she said and she continued as she started to touch herself. When she had got to his house Jack had apologised again for his behaviour the last time she was there. He was sure he’d gone to far and was afraid that she had come over to finish their friendship and of course his illicit fun. She had reminded him that she was a married woman and again insisted that he promise that what had happened was their secret and that no one else would ever know. He had agreed to everything that she’d asked for and then as a reward she had removed her coat. He had gasped and stood looking at her. Her shaven pussy was totally exposed to him and as soon as he had recovered from the vision in front of him he had lurched forward and taken her in his arms. He had covered her with kisses and his hands were everywhere. She allowed him a moment or two then she slowed him down. “We have all afternoon for fun” she had told him. She had insisted he made her a coffee and then sat and chatted quite normally with her pussy on show for this older man. Once she had finished her drink and teased him for a long as she wanted to she asked him to sit at the side of her. Once he was there she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He stiffened as she played with him and she told me how she took her time looking at his penis. She was still amazed by his size and especially his thickness. He had then knelt and started to kiss her feet. He slowly moved up to her legs and then thighs as she ran her fingers through his hair. She had intended to stop him when he got to high but before she knew it he was nuzzling and lapping at her pussy. Once he had his tongue on her clit he took his time and eventually he had licked and fingered her though a crashing orgasm. He had then asked if he could wank over her as he had the other day. She still played the innocent, but said he could. “I really wanted to see him cum” she said to me as she fingered herself with abandon. It was all I could do not to cum myself as my wife explained in detail what she had done with this man. My stomach was churning with each new detail and she was so calm and clear in her description that I could see his mouth, hands and his cock on her body. She explained that she had sat with her legs apart and he had masturbated with the head of his penis just inches from her slit. “It got to much for me” she said “I grabbed at his hips and pulled him inside me” “What” I stammered “You let him fuck you?” “Yes” she gasped and I knew she was remembering the moment his penis had entered her and she was coming. What had I expected? It was obviously going to lead to this. I had asked her to flaunt herself and tease this man. I could hardly be surprised that he’d tried to fuck her or that my wife had let him. “Tell me how he fucked you and miss nothing out” I demanded. She took a second or two to recover herself then she did as I asked. She told me in detail how much she had enjoyed this man who was old enough to be her father fucking her. How his thick cock had stretched her cunt (that was the first time since I’d met her I had heard her use that word), and how the gentleman she had known had shown his baser side by talking dirty and slapping her tits as he screwed her. She admitted that she had loved his dirty talk and he had fucked her till she came and then she had begged him to fuck her even harder at which point he’d rammed his cock into her as hard and fast as he could before pulling out of her and emptying his heavy balls all over her bald pussy. She had felt his hot seed running down her inner thighs and as she’d looked up at her older lover he had told her she was a “great little fuck.” I looked over at Jayne. She was looking a little sheepish. She must have been wondering if she had gone to far. I hugged her close and told her how much I loved our game and her. I then slowly fucked her while she relived the details of her fuck with Jack before coming exactly where Jack had a few hours earlier. Over the next couple of weeks she visited Jack almost every day and on every visit he fucked her. She seemed fascinated with his cock. She’s never been much of a fan of giving oral sex but she told me how she had learned to enjoy it with Jack and it had transferred to our bedroom as well. She spent ages at Jacks house with his cock in her mouth she loved the effect that sucking on his penis had on him and how it made him even more desperate to fuck her. He must have been a good teacher as her cock sucking had without doubt improved. She even swallowed my spunk for the first time but only after swallowing Jacks sperm earlier in the day. It was like they were touring his house. One day he’d screw her in the bedroom, the next on his sofa, the next bent over his kitchen table while he slapped her arse and called her a tart and every day she would come home and tell me what she’d done and every time it turned me on to imagine my demure wife fucking like a slut and our sex would be incredible. Then came the day Jack messed it all up. Jayne recounted what had happened to me later that same night. She had gone over to Jacks as usual. She had as usual dressed like a slut for him. She had worn no bra just a thin white t-shirt that did nothing to hide her nipples, a short skirt, thong and the stockings Jack so loved. The road was quiet so she didn't bother with a coat. When she got to Jack’s though he wasn't alone. There was another man there who was introduced as Roy. Immediately Jayne was aware her nipples could clearly be seen through her t-shirt and Roy was not shy about looking. She thought about coming home but Jack asked her to stay and she did. They went into the kitchen for coffee. Jayne said she was very aware that she was being shown off. As Roy sipped coffee and watched Jack put his hand up Jayne’s skirt and stroked her naked buttock. Jayne said she was confused about allowing this in front of Roy but she liked the feeling of being Jack’s tart. She didn’t want what Jack was doing to stop but Roy made her nervous. He was in his fifties, unshaven with a beer gut and lecherous look in his eye. Jack took his dick out and put her hand on it. She automatically wanked him. Then he asked her to suck it and without a thought she got on her knees and took him in her mouth. She closed her eyes and concentrated on sucking on Jacks thick cock. Then she felt something tapping on her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw Roy’s stubby cock pointing at her face. “Suck it for him sweetheart” said Jack. She told me she knew she shouldn't but she without even really knowing why she took Roy in her mouth. She said his cock tasted sweaty and very salty and was making her gag. She was ready to say stop when he gripped the back of her head and fucked her face. It only lasted a few seconds and then he came in her mouth. “His cum tasted disgusting” she told me “I nearly threw up.” Jack had then said to Roy, “Told you she was a dirty little slut. My turn now eh sweetheart?” “No!” she said, “I told you this was our secret and now you’ve blown it. Goodbye Jack and never speak to me again.” And with that she had come home. She was furious with Jack for the way he had treated her. Sharing their secret and allowing his mate to use her in that way. “The worst thing is if he’d asked I’d have probably said yes to doing them both” she said She has never spoken with him again. While she was in control the game worked ut when he thought he could share her with his mates and use her without any respect it was quickly stopped by her. We both miss the game but we still fuck like teenagers while we remember what she got up to. She’s started work now though and her boss is an attractive older man, so she tells me. So who known we may be able to play our little game again. Or maybe I should ask her to make up with Jack. The one thing I know though is the excitement of sharing your wife is addictive I don’t want it to end and more than anything I want to finally watch her fucked by other men.