Written by Peter

Fact
13 Jun 2017


The title summarises my tale perfectly, my wife is addicted to anonymous sex with strangers. I suppose I should say I am unhappy about the situation, but I’m not, it’s just the way it is. Our sex life may be more active as a result of it so, as long as nobody gets hurt, I just think of it as part of ‘normal’ life …… whatever ‘normal’ is.

Perhaps I should start with a pen picture of us. It’s academic, but I am aged 55, 5’ 7” tall, average build with dark receding hair. My wife, Sonia, is 52 years of age, 5’ 4” tall, with a slightly motherly figure, curves in all the right places, and a large 36DD bust. She does, however, have a very tight trim arse. I work as a commercial heating engineer, and Sonia is a nurse at a local Health Centre.

It all started 3 years ago, when we had a self-catering holiday in Gran Canaria, our first without any of the kids, who are now grown up and independent. Sonia had recently gone through the menopause, which I know affects different women in different ways but, for her, she had a lot more interest in sex. She says she doesn’t need to worry about unwanted pregnancies anymore and, with us having the house to ourselves more often, we can enjoy ourselves.

We were staying in an apartment close to the Maspolomas Dunes and she said she wanted to go sunbathing there. Once we settled ourselves in a secluded spot, she stripped off her blouse and bra, and asked me to put some lotion on her. I’ll cut to the chase, a couple of young German guys saw me mauling her tits, they came close to watch and were wanking their cocks, and Sonia called them over to suck them off. Kissing her afterwards and tasting their sperm was a strange, yet not unpleasant experience. After we got back to the apartment, Sonia was really horny and we had the most amazing, and noisy, sex. I was a bit worried the whole block would have heard us. A couple of days later, she did the same thing again, this time with two English lads, and we had a really great shag back at the apartment afterwards.

Sonia talked a lot about the experience after we returned from holiday, she had clearly got a buzz from it. After a couple of months, she said that she had heard there were several pubs in a town about 20 miles from us where a lot of men drink on a Friday and Saturday night, and casual sex was common. I was shocked at first, but she said that sucking off the men in Gran Canaria had really given her a buzz, which she wanted to repeat.

I suggested we go there on a Wednesday evening to start with, to get the lie of the land, but my wife just wanted to go for it. On the Friday evening, she dressed in ‘ordinary’ clothes as she didn’t want to look a total slut. She did, however, manage a very attractive blouse, an above the knee skirt and hold-up stockings, and we set off for the pub. When we got there, she asked me to stay close as she was feeling nervous, and we had a couple of drinks. There were lots of men there, and the place was quite noisy. I saw several blokes eying her up, but nobody came over to chat her up.

After a while, Sonia said she was feeling more confident and she was happy for me to give her more space, so I went off to the gents for a pee. When I came out, I stayed at the other end of the bar and ordered myself another drink. I noticed that there was a guy chatting to Sonia and he had bought her a drink. As they chatted, they were standing ever-closer, and I noticed her rubbing his arm with her hand, which he did to her a little later.

After a while, she put her drink on the bar and walked to the other end of the bar to speak to me. She whispered to me that she had offered him a blow-job in the carpark, which he was very keen on, and she told him that I would be coming outside with them to ensure her safety. I said ‘OK’ and she turned to him and nodded. He walked along to our end of the bar, nodding to me as he passed, and followed Sonia outside, with me a minute or so behind.

When I got outside the backdoor, I noticed them going into a darkened corner of the carpark, so followed them at a discrete distance. They began kissing and I heard him ask her if he could have a feel of her tits, so she undid a few buttons to give him access, whereupon he hoisted one of her tits out of her bra to have a good feel. He was licking and sucking her nipple, which I knew would put Sonia in the right mood. She undid his trousers and lowered them, together with his pants, to his knees, and began wanking his cock steadily. It wasn’t long before he was hard, so she was down on her knees giving him head. I couldn’t see his cock really, but Sonia seemed to be enjoying it and, before too long, I heard him say he was going to cum. There was no doubt that Sonia wanted it in her mouth, as she began slurping his cock even more enthusiastically, and he grabbed hold of her head as he grunted and groaned. After he had finished, she licked his cock a little more, before standing up, kissing him and putting her tits away.

I thought she would want to go straight home for sex with me afterwards, but she suggested going to one of the other local pubs to search for another ‘victim’. Basically, it was the same as the first time, but this time she unbuttoned the whole of her blouse and undid her bra, so he could give her tits a good maul before she got into his trousers. After the second guy, she was ready to return home, and we had a really amazing shag. I had the impression that she regarded sucking off the other men as part of her foreplay before sex with me.

Life continued along these lines, with us visiting pubs in the neighbouring town every 6 weeks or so. Sonia bought a couple of front-fastening bras, so she could give them easier access to her tits, and she even bought some skimpy thongs as she thought she might like being fingered by them, but it was several months before that started to happen. She never did more than one man in the same pub on the same evening, as I was concerned that word might get around and she would end up the target of a ‘gang bang’.

We had been doing this on a regular, but infrequent, basis for over a year when Sonia had a particularly enjoyable evening with three different men, in three different pubs, and we were driving back home when she decided she simply couldn’t wait to get there. Fortunately I knew of a secluded layby set back from the road, so pulled in there. There were a couple of cars parked up but nobody seemed to be around, so I undid my seatbelt and slid the seat back. Sonia was frantically taking her thong off, and she also undid her blouse and bra. She reached across to undo my trousers and was quickly slurping my cock into life. She climbed across and was quickly bouncing up and down on my very stiff cock. The impromptu nature of our coupling had really excited me, this was a new experience for both of us and I sensed we were both ‘caught in the moment’.

As my climax approached I noticed there was a man standing by the driver’s door of our car, trousers round his knees, wanking. Not wanting to spoil the moment for Sonia, I grabbed hold of her head and kissed her passionately, to which she responded in kind. I think it was this that enabled us to reach our climax more or less together, with lots of squealing, gasping and verbal appreciation from both of us. As we recovered our composure, I looked out of the window to see that it was splattered with the man’s sperm. He was just zipping himself up and he thanked us for ‘a wonderful show’. I looked at Sonia, and we dissolved into a fit of giggles.

As we were straightening our clothes out, Sonia noticed there was more sperm splattered on the passenger side window of the car, so it looked as though we had had an audience on both sides. When we got home, Sonia said that she had found the experience at the layby even more horny than her ‘trysts’ at the pub, and we fucked again the following morning.

Needless to say, Sonia now became interested in dogging, she began researching it on the internet and discovered that the layby where we had stopped was a well-known dogging haunt. I pointed out that, as a result of media publicity, it had attracted the attention of the local constabulary, but she was ‘on a roll’. She said that she could find several men all at the same location, which would avoid the need to visit several different pubs.

A few weeks later, we read in the local paper that a man and a woman had been arrested at one of the pubs we had visited and charged with ‘outraging public decency’. Sonia suggested we should avoid that place in the future, but I knew exactly what she had in mind.

You’ve guessed it, we moved on to dogging. Sonia did a bit more research on the internet, and found a secluded carpark where couples go. When we were courting, it would have been known as a ‘lovers’ lane’, but nowadays, single guys went as well to watch, and sometimes join in.

It started off pretty much along the lines of our visits to the pubs, in that she would simply give the guys a blow job. We would begin by me undoing her blouse and bra, and mauling her tits to attract men – which I have to say I quite enjoyed – and having negotiated through the window what she was prepared to do, she would open the door to do the deed, whilst the men gave her tits a good mauling. Sometimes, she would slip her thong off and ask me to finger her if there weren’t men immediately available. When she found someone, I would get out of the car to stand close by to ensure it didn’t go any further than I knew she wanted.

Often, there would be a queue of men waiting for her, which Sonia found quite exciting. Occasionally, the man would pull out of her mouth and shoot his sperm over her face and tits, which I thought the first time would upset her, but she simply lapped it up with glee.

We often go to the same dogging locations, places we know are safe, so we tend to meet the same men from time to time. We still don’t know their names, but she has started to think of them as friends.

We had been going dogging for over a year and the point it started to go further was when we met a man with a big cock, far bigger than anything Sonia had ever experienced before. She was busily licking and slurping him, I assumed wondering how she was going to get it into her mouth, when she looked up at him and said “if you’ve got a condom, you can fuck me”.

I was so surprised that I just stood there as she slipped her thong off, got out of the car and bent over the front wing. In no time at all, he had rolled on his condom and was lining himself up on my wife’s wet, willing cunt. I should have known that, having sucked off a couple of men already, she would be ready for action. She did, nonetheless, gasp as he slid into her, and I thought he was rather gallant when he said “are you alright”. He quickly built up a steady pace of pistoning into my lovely wife’s love hole – the place which I thought would always be mine. She seemed to want to make sure the whole carpark knew what a good fucking she was getting shouting, squealing and gasping her pleasure. Eventually, he came too, filling the condom with a great deal of grunting and groaning.

When they had finished and separated, she turned and kissed the guy full on the lips, saying “that was fucking brilliant”.

After that, Sonia started more often to offer men the chance to fuck her if they had a condom. Once, when a disappointed man said he didn’t have a condom, she produced one from her handbag for him. Sometimes, they would fuck her over the front wing of the car, sometimes with her laying across the back seat and a couple of times against the boot, with her legs wrapped round his waist.

After we get home, she always wants me to fuck her and, no matter how many other men have been before me, she always says I am the best.

Another line was crossed when a guy with a big cock burst his condom. Fortunately (I thought) he realised what had happened and quickly pulled out of her, but Sonia simply tore away the shreds of the condom and told him to “get back in there”. Sonia’s orgasm as he ejaculated inside her was nice to watch, but I did wonder whether I should have been enjoying it.

So, my lovely wife, to whom I have been married for nearly 30 years, has become a slut. I wonder how I can pull her back from this life of debauchery, or indeed whether I want to. Please feel free to comment on what you think I should do.


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