Being a bit of a person ready to try anything once, I made a grave error of judgement when agreeing to a game of cards with a mate who put me up to it. I had reservations at first but was told that it was a bit of harmless fun. I insisted on being shown how to play poker and not make myself a total loser and spent a couple of evenings picking up tips, but always being one step behind the other players in the pub. It was the Friday night of the game, I was advised to take only as much cash as I was comfortable with maybe losing. I took the risk of getting sixty quid from the ever obliging hole in the wall and joined my mate who had been my adviser. We finished up at a house on the other side of town and me feeling self conscious about even being there. To cut a long story short I was way out of my depth and was regularly finding myself draining my pocket. An hour after starting I was left with a couple of quid and a handkerchief and so quit the table. At that the host offered me a few hands without need to pay, just to give me some experience. I am sure they had made a little nod amongst themselves as I miraculously won three out of four of the next hands and was encouraged by the way they appeared friendly and helpful. The drinks may have been spiked or at least been well loaded with something as I felt light headed despite taking several glasses of water in between alcoholic drinks. The jokes were becoming pretty earthy and conversation was away from racing and firmly on sex. I went along with them, my mate encouraging dirty details of the other players' wives in a truth or dare type situation. I found I was disclosing one or two things about my wife which I probably should have kept quiet about, but the other three were very insistent that I revealed that she had enjoyed other cocks. I got home later and fell asleep unaware of what I had begun. Waking up next morning my head was not too bad and I had the weekend before work intervened. I went out to a football match with mates that afternoon and returned home around seven to a bit of a storm. I had had a phone call from one of the poker players who had said that I had lost a poker match and that I had offered my wife as payment for my lack of cash. I denied this but the accusations flew and she repeated some of the things I had revealed. I was horrified as I knew these stories were true and I did recall some of the finer details. I apologised profusely but knew that the truth was that I had acted like a dickhead, out of my depth in silly games and a loose tongue through booze, a damning truth to be sure. The rest of the evening was spent doing penance in the enth degree. It was Sunday morning when the storm settled, Liz went out to the shops for retail therapy and to turn the screw financially while she was in a position of righteous superiority and I did some of my backlog of repairs and tidying the garage, always a good thing to avoid enraging her, especially when I was totally at fault. Whatever it was, it did the trick, but I suspect something she did not reveal to me was behind the moderation of her mood. Things came to a head when we were in bed. 'Ok so just what did you say to them?' This is it, another bollocking I thought. I found myself repeating what I had revealed, fearing another tongue lashing but then she whispered that I was a daft bugger and hoped I had learned a lesson about playing silly gambling games with people who take advantage. I agreed I had and would never do it again. A silence ensued and then she turned to me and cuddled me, her hand snaked round to my cock which grew immediately. Then she whispered 'So I suppose I should repay your gambling debt the way they want me to' My cock grew much harder very quickly. 'You obviously said a lot to them because they want me next week on Friday and you are to stay at home' I turned over and said, 'But I don't owe them anything and they asked me about you' 'Yes but they say you offered me as payment' 'I can't remember' (and I truly couldn't) she straddled me and I slipped deep in her. 'Would you like me to go?' she asked. 'Of course I would' Then I shot my come. As we came down she said she needed a new skirt for Friday, probably leather then any cum stains would wipe off. I agreed and slept like a baby, relieved that her sensuality had found a way to defer the uncomfortable weekend for me. The week passed quickly and I found myself returning home on the Friday to find Liz already bathed and sitting in the bedroom in her dressing gown, her clothes for the evening laid out on the bed. New underwear in sexy red, black stockings to attach to the suspender belt, low cut bra and a thong. The new leather skirt was black and had a zip from top to bottom. A white clingy sweater showing all the lovely womanly curves and her red heels. She asked if I would drive her there or should she get a taxi. I suggested the taxi might get her started and she asked me to ring one for her. I suggested she let them take some photos of her as a sort of punishment and send them to me. By eight that night she was ready and looking fantastic and ready for her night of 'paying off my debt' I went to the pub but found I was miles away in my mind, imagining what she was up to. My curiosity almost had me driving over to see if I might see something, anything of my gorgeous wife being a downright dirty girl with three lucky guys. My phone buzzed as I finished my second pint. I saw it was a text message and I opened it, a picture from inside the taxi of her flashing her cunt with the message 'Driver might have seen this' I was now totally obsessed with what she was probably doing right then and I knew I had to go home and nurse my aching cock until she got home. Two beers was more than I would risk driving with, even for such a prize. I got home and kept looking at her beautiful shaved cunt ready for filling and tonguing and fingering by three very fortunate guys. I heard no more until a car pulled up outside our house a a quarter to three next morning. I looked out of the window and saw the same taxi parked. Darkness prevented me from seeing into the cab but it was parked for ten minutes before she got out and came to the door by which time he had sped away. A tell tale drop of come was on her chin and a further blob on her pullover, evidence of the taxi driver being given a blowjob, lucky guy. She was back in the house and looking very dirty. She took me upstairs and into the bedroom despite me being ready to fuck in the hallway, on the stairs or in the lounge, but she wanted me up there and quick. She told me to lie on the bed. In position she started her story, kneeling on the bed with her zip three quarters undone the taxi driver had been given a flash and he promised her a free ride home, giving her his mobile number. then she went to the house and entered. Dan, the houseowner and leader of the three took the lead and said she was there to pay a debt and they were curious as to whether the story I had told the week before was in fact true. She asked which story I had refferred to and she confirmed it. It was in fact that she had a lover and I knew about it and approved. So she was asked if she wanted to be fucked by three guys in one night and she said it would be four when she got home. This lit the fuse as she was invited to sit with them and play cards. She refused but said if they wanted her naked, then get some drinks out and get started. I said that was a bit blunt, but she said she was not in the mood for messing around, she wanted raw sex and quick. I asked what had got her so excited and she said she had been getting off all week on the thought of their cocks in her, that she decided to turn the tables and do it on her terms. So after a couple of drinks she suggested the bedroom and she was led upstairs where she agreed to strip for them as long a one took some photographs of the action. So I was treated to a whole load of seeing my wife revealing her body bit by bit. I loved the skirt removal as she had a wicked smile on her face that told me she was loving the whole scene. (Ridiculous how things transpired). Once devoid of her clothes, she was left in stockings and sussies and heels. A few poses of her suggestively touching herself and exposing her pussy for the camera, then the guys were naked and shoving their cocks in her face. She said that there she called a halt and got them organised so she could suck cock or wank them while they gave her stimulation in return. So one guy took pics and the other two fingered and licked her, then she sucked cock and wanked one while a new guy took the pics. this way they were all given personal time on her cunt and tits whilst having their cocks and balls serviced by hand and mouth. None of them were excessively big although Dan was wider than the others. The oral stimulation was better than their fucking exploits as she was fucked by each of them but they only lasted a matter of minutes, which I put down to the sexy way she looked. Nevertheless she remained naked for them for several hours while they talked between erections and she disclosed a lot more of her secrets than I had. Eventually one of them went home about one am and the other two returned to her body and lasted a bit longer but the excitement slowly died and she called it a day and rang for the taxi. This cheered her up as he was a youngish guy and he collected her at around half past one. I looked at the clock and asked where she was until she got back home as the drive was not that long. She said she had left her bra and thong off when ready to leave so just left the skirt more or less just clipped and then got the pullover on. She sat in the front with him and he saw her cunt as she got in. He drove to a car park where they fucked with her naked for him and he was a bit more of a stayer and a repeater too. Nevertheless she only got one full cunt from him and she sucked him off outside our house, hence her tell tale drips. I was overcome with lust and almost shot my cum, but she stopped her story of the night and removed her stockings and sussies before straddling me and taking my seed. This story has a moral which I will stick to and that is gambling is for mugs, but can come up trumps in other ways