This really started six years ago when my wife Christine, then 47, was made redundant in a restructuring programme at her work, she had a relatively high profile position in the public sector then. It came with a surprisingly large severance package and this gave her the opportunity to totally re-asses her life. Christine had allowed herself to become rather dowdy and overweight, our sex life had been pretty much non-existent for years as she prioritised her career. I still had a good job and told her I was happy for her to now enjoy her own time, meet friends, live a little. The first thing she did was to rejoin her gym, where she became almost fanatical about getting fit and losing weight, which she did steadily over the next eighteen months, eventually getting almost back to the hot little size 12 figure she was when we met! She also got in touch with old friends, mainly via Facebook, she was a late participant, especially old girlfriends like Anne who she had roomed with at University, I recall her describing Anne as "a total slut" while at Uni! I'd come home from work to find Christine enthusiastically chatting away to Anne and other friends on Facebook and she even met up with them for "catch up on old times" drinks evenings. She was also, for the first time in years, actually interested in sex, which was good again, she told me she wanted to "make up for lost time" and when I asked her if that meant more than just me she just smiled "maybe!" which genuinely shocked me but, I have to confess, aroused me as well, which she noticed! We talked about it in bed and, clever girl, she knew that by playing with my cock as we did so she could get me to say virtually anything, including agreeing she might find a lover if she wished! Then two events that signalled to me that all was indeed about to change: She had been shopping with Anne on a Saturday when I had been to the football with mates. On Sunday morning I went to collect the rubbish to be put out the next day, and noticed a large, stuffed carrier bag in the kitchen bin. I opened it to find all Christine's old, grey, off white and dull underwear, tights etc. I put the bag back and almost raced up to our bedroom (Christine was in the study chatting on FB!) and with heart pounding with excitement, opened her lingerie drawer. Wow, new bras, panties and suspender belt sets, all very stylish, certainly not slutty, and there at the front four packets of....hold ups and lace top stockings!!! She had not worn stockings for me in decades! I got one packet out and just looking at it and masturbated thinking of just why she had bought all this new lingerie! She obviously was intent on meeting other men! Nothing happened until two days later when I returned from work just as a neighbour was asking for Christine's help, some sort of cooking crisis. Christine went next door and I looked into the study, she was still logged in on Facebook!!!! I know I should not but I just could not help myself, sitting down and scrolling through her messages etc, mostly it was with Anne. Her exchanges with Anne were all, totally all, about sex! Anne was clearly seeing a number of men and two in particular kept getting mentioned, Howard and Carl, who it seems she had met at the gym. Anne was seeing them both together and separately and was full of the rampant sex she was enjoying with them, both younger men. Christine's answers were inquisitive, clearly excited, asking about their bodies, their cocks, what they got up to etc. In one exchange Anne explained how they love fucking older women, especially married women, and that they had several friends, mainly from the gym, who took part. The next exchange I read shocked me but had my cock rock hard: Anne: "You want to, don't you Chrissy?" Christine: "OMG yes, I can't wait, really!! You have told them haven't you?" Anne: "Oh yes!" Christine: "What did they say?????" Anne: "Howard said, 'oh good, another married slut!' " Christine: "Mmmm, I want to be their slut!" Anne: "Both of them?" Christine: "Yesssss, and their friends!!!" Anne: "Ha ha, I knew you would..!" The exchanges continued like this, by this time I was openly masturbating as I stared at the exchanges on the screen. A little later there was a date, the following Wednesday (when presumably Christine knew I'd be watching Champions League with mates as usual.) By this time I'd come, I quickly cleared up, made sure I left the study as I found it and went to the kitchen for a drink and to start preparing dinner. Christine returned 20 minutes later, her good deed for the neighbour done! The days before the following Wednesday seemed to take forever, I could sense Christine's excitement, anticipation and she was especially fun in bed where, almost inevitably, I kept coming too soon! I knew, from another peep at the Facebook exchanges, that she was to be at Anne's at six pm on the Wednesday and she had booked a taxi 20 minutes before. I wanted to see her just briefly before she went, to see what she was wearing etc. So, a bundle of nerves, I got home at 5.15 pm and found Christine in the study enjoying a gin and tonic!! She was in regular jeans and jumper etc but there was a 'carry on' style bag in the hall. I did not have time or opportunity to look in it before she left for Anne's, giving me a peck on the cheek and saying she and Anne were having a 'girl's night out.' After she left, I dashed upstairs and opened her lingerie drawer, yes, one of the packs of stockings and a set of her new lingerie was missing, obviously in the bag for a change of clothes at Anne's. That is when I masturbated for the first time that evening!!! That next few hours were bitter sweet agony, knowing that she would be meeting these men with Anne but not able to do anything about it except...masturbate. I went into the study and found by chance a card next to the computer with all Christine's login passwords, mainly for shopping sites etc but also including her Facebook one! Again I knew that I should not but I could not resist. This time I could read the messages more leisurely, including ones with another old uni friend Sue and also with Howard, one of the men she was meeting at that exact moment! Eventually I logged off and went to bed and, after a good few scotches, slept. I was aware of Christine entering the room hours later and glanced at the clock, 02:24, bloody hell, she had been hours! Silently she got into bed, in a nightie and was soon asleep. I left her like that the next morning when I left for work, feeling as if I had not slept! That evening she was not in when I got home, a note saying she was at her Mother's, who she visited at least once a week then. I almost raced into the study and logged on as her on Facebook and wow, what a message exchange with both Anne, and with Howard!!! Anne was the more explicit, they had obviously had a brief exchange that morning, and if I was in any doubt as to whether Christine would enjoy another man, men, it was dispelled within seconds of reading: Anne: "So, how are we this morning?" Christine: "Shattered, really tired but OMG Anne, what an evening!" Anne: "Yes, I had no doubt you would enjoy it, the first time I have seen you naked with a man since Uni!" Christine: "Oh yes, Edward, blushes!" Anne: "Only this time it was two men Honey!!" Christine: I know and, you know what, I absolutely loved it, just what this girl needed!!" It continued in this way for a few more phrases but I'd come by then! She clearly had had sex with both Howard and Carl! Then I looked at her brief exchange with Howard: Christine: "Good morning Howard." Howard: "Well hello Christine, sleep well, ha ha!" Christine: "Yes, after you two had finished with me yes!" Howard: Oh, we are not finished with you Christine, far from it, and you have still to meet Carl's friends !!" Christine: "Oh, the Black dudes?" Howard: "Yes, exactly, I'll want you to myself as well!" Christine: "You can, you know that now!" OMG, what a slut, my wife, my adorable but now so independent, fit again and attractive wife! I masturbated again reading and re-reading the exchanges before I logged off and tidied up. I felt drained of emotion by then, certainly not angry though. The following days were a blur of work and sleeplessness, then at the weekend, in bed, she clearly wanted to talk. We had been to dinner with (very straight) friends the night before and it was only on Sunday morning, lying in bed, that I finally raised the subject: Me: "So, did you have a good time on Wednesday...with Anne?" Christine (moving to stoke my cock): "Yes Dear, a very good time, you don't mind?" Me: "No, no, not at all, as long as you are happy, enjoy yourselves?" Christine (giggling and stroking me): "Oh we certainly did!" Me: "Did you meet anyone else, any men?" Christine (now more serious): "Do you really want to know Julian?" Me: "Yes" Christine: "Well, yes we did, it was fun!" Me (close to coming): "Oh good, I'm glad you did!" Christine: "Hee, hee, I thought you might be..." And at that moment I came, hugely, in her pretty little hand! So, the genie was out of the bottle, and over the next few weeks Christine slowly told me more and more, gauging when she thought the time was right, usually as she stroked my cock or as I went down on her (so exciting, knowing that where I was dutifully licking both her lovers had recently been!) I sneaked onto her Facebook a few times too when Christine was out and it was clear that she had met both Howard and Carl again, separately and together, allowing me some more delicious wanks at the study desk! So it continued for several months into the summer then something clearly made Christine very excited, she was in the best of moods, even quite voracious in bed.! I had to find out, so at the next opportunity I logged onto her Facebook and it did not take me long to find out! Her exchanges with Anne and with Howard made it clear that the following week they were to have a party at Howard's place, Anne, Sue (for decades a one man woman but now also introduced to Howard and Carl's circle of friends) and Christine were to attend together with Howard, Carl, Guthrie (one of Carl's Black gym friends) , two of his friends and also another man, a friend of Howard's....six in all!!! by this time Christine had (as far as I could tell) only had sex with Howard and Carl so this would be a big step for her. The night before Christine told me, very matter of factly, that the three of them would be going to Howard's and that he "would have a few friends over!" I was so pleased she had told me, I took Christine in my arms and hugged and kissed her and told her I hoped, wanted, her to have a good time there! The following few hours were a blur as she tried on different outfits, lingerie etc, asking me what I thought, it was so exciting that, as she pulled on a pair of stockings and attached to a new suspender belt I blurted out: "Darling, I just must, must masturbate, please don't mind!" Her reply was priceless, "of course Dear, just don't come on my stockings!" I came in moments, looking at her, my darling wife of over 20 years, trying on lingerie for the studs she would enjoy the following day! The day of the party dawn and it was agreed that I would drive Anne, Sue and Christine there. All of them looked gorgeous, all radiantly well even if wearing rather too much make up, their hair expensively prepared and in lovely cocktail dresses (their previously agreed style for the evening! All three were wearing exciting lingerie, stockings and heels and Anne and Sue even treated me to a brief glimpse as they twirled for my enjoyment. They were merciless in their teasing of me in the car, especially Anne who was almost drooling at the prospect of meeting Guthrie again, and his friends. Christine and Sue were both a bit more hesitant, nervous. The aroma of their perfumes was a heady mixture in the car and I felt almost light headed with excitement and nerves for them. All too soon we were at Howard's and, after she kissed me on the cheek and told me "not to stay up", Christine and her two naughty, married, early 50s friends tottered on their heels up the path to Howard's front door. It was the last I saw of her until late the following day, although she had texted me a few times to say she was ok. She could barely talk, or walk, when she got home and, clutching her heels in her hand, went straight upstairs to bed! It was several hours later, when I brought her a cup of tea after she'd showered, that we got to talk. She looked tired but radiantly happy and said how much she had enjoyed the evening, night and morning! She was leaning up on her elbow, her bare breasts clearly showing love bites, as I could not resist asking her: Me: "So darling, did you.....enjoy yourself?" Christine (slowly stroking my cock): "Do you really ant to know Julian, are you sure?" Me: " Oh yes, yes, please tell me!" Christine: "Well, yes and, as you want to know, with ALL of them Julian!!" Me: "OMG, including with the three Black men?" Christine: "Oh, especially with them Dear!" With that I came in her hand and kissed her deeply, my darling wife, I don't think I have ever loved her more than at that moment!