So you’ve been married for a few years. You love your wife but that doesn't stop you looking at other women, after all your a man. It was passionate at first and you screwed all the time. Then life got in the way, work kids. It happens to all of us. You didn’t stop desiring your wife but soon your not trying anything new and lovemaking is happening less frequently. When you do find time to masturbate your no longer thinking of the wife. Now its a celebrity, or a co-worker or one of her friends. Your both happy but there's an itch you can’t scratch. Then one night in bed one of you mentions fantasies. She mentions some movie star and you realize its not just you that fantasies about sex with others and it turns you on. Before you know it your hard at the thought of her with this other man and where’s the harm after all she’ll never meet him. So it becomes part of your lovemaking. You let her imagine another mans hands on her, another man’s lips, another mans cock. Then one night instead of a sports star or an actor you say your friends name. She responds, she’s wetter than ever. Your cock is rock hard and you know its wrong to push it but you do. You make her tell you that she wants his hands on her, that she wants him feeling her breasts and arse she wants his fingers in her pussy. Then as she rocks and cums over your cock she tells you she wants his cock inside her. But its just a fantasy. Just something for the two of you, right? You begin to realize that in the same way you look at other women, your wife looks at other men. She wonders what there cock is like, how they are in bed, what their cum tastes like. The game you started progresses you use different friends, sometimes more than one at a time. She likes these stories and you start to notice which of your friends turn her on, that she likes the idea of multiple lovers and that it turns you on to imagine her doing this. Part of wonders if your a bit of a pervert, another part of you doesn’t care. You know its just a fantasy, right? This was were we were at when it all began. It all started with no ulterior motive for all that I’d teased my wife Dianne about my friends fucking her it had always remained just a bedroom fantasy and the two fiends coming over to watch the football weren’t even her favorites from our little game. We’re all in our mid forties and none of us is a super model. Dianne is petite with a curvy figure, a large round arse, 44e boobs and though she wouldn’t like me mentioning it a bit of a tummy. However she’s far from fat and she has a beautiful elfin face with large expressive brown eyes and long brown hair. My friend Quinn has fancied her from the moment he met her. I know this as he’s forever telling me how hot she is once he’s had a beer or two. Quinn is six foot gray haired and to be honest he has the beer gut that most middle aged men have. He’s been single a long time and never seems to have a girlfriend. My other friend who was coming round was John. John’s married to Julie and the two of them have been friends with us for about twenty years. Johns bout 5’8 with close cropped dark hair and a trim little beard the we all take the piss out of. It had been a cracking game of football with our team coming from behind and scoring a last gasp winner against our local rivals. We’d had a few beers while we watched the game and Dianne had been fussing in the kitchen. Now she came and joined us, sitting at my side with her legs pulled up on the sofa and a large glass of wine in her hand. It was a Saturday evening and neither of the guys had to rush off, as I said, Quinn lives alone and Julie (Johns wife) was out with her friends. We are all old friends and we chatted and laughed. Before I knew it we’d been there a couple of hours and Dianne had drunk most of a bottle of wine and Quinn had talked me into getting the whiskey out. As it was turning into something of a party I put on a music channel and we started talking about dumb things we’d done a parties and what our favorite games had been. “Mine was always spin the bottle.” said Dianne “God, I loved that.” replied John. “We should play it.” said Quinn, taking a heroic swig on his drink. “You would say that” I replied, “there’s only my wife here and your more likely to end up kissing John!” We all laughed and then John said, “Lets do it for dares not kisses, but if you don’t like the dare you can do a shot or give a kiss?” I may be naive but I really didn’t see the harm and so we all agreed. We sat in a circle on the rug like drunken teenagers and Dianne span the bottle. It had been agreed that whoever it landed on would come up with the dare. The dares were either pretty tame at first or so ridiculously hard that a shot was taken instead. However we were all finding it funny and no one wanted to stop. We were running out of whisky for shots though and John suggested that we should lose an item of clothing instead of a taking a shot. Now my ears did prick up. Did he want to see my wife naked? However she could still opt to kiss instead and before I’d even finished thinking she’s agreed. Dianne is a confident woman and proud of her body, especially her boobs and looking at her calculation. She was far more likely to see us naked. As the guys wouldn’t want to kiss each other. So Dianne span and John was soon taking off his socks. The game carries on and it felt like forever before it landed on Dianne. Quinn had spun so now she had to remove something or kiss him. She teased him for a moment then took off her shoes. By the time it landed on her again John was in his polo shirt and boxers, Quinn had just his jeans and underwear in and I was in a similar situation. This time it was John who’d spun. Dianne was dressed casually, as you’d expect, just jeans and a jumper. I had no idea what she had on underneath. She decided to take off her jumper and under it she had on a thin pink vest top and clearly no bra as her thick nipples were clearly pushing against the thin material. Perhaps I should have stopped things there, but be honest, would you? It was getting serious for us three guys now. 2 losses and we’d be naked. Then Quinn lost (jeans off), I lost (jeans off), John lost (polo shirt off) and then Quinn lost again it was either kiss John or get naked in front of Dianne. As we’d already decided that it had to be a full on kiss (no pecks) I really don’t think he fancied it and so with my wife watching and whooping her approval, Quinn stood up and pulled off his underwear. He did a little twirl for her and she made sure to have a good look at his semi hard cock. That could have been game over but John said that we could play for dares if we lost all our clothes and no one tried to stop so Quinn span and the game continued. Dianne last next and picked a kiss. Quinn and her stood and passionately kissed for the proscribed minute. Her hand were on his back but her tits were pushed against him with just the barrier of her vest top’s thin material and as I watched them kiss I saw Quinn’s cock getting erect. So was mine. As they pulled apart Dianne looked at Quinn’s erection and said, “looks like you enjoyed that.” “Fuck yeah!” he replied. Dianne span and I lost picking a kiss much to the guys booing. I kissed Dianne for a minute and had a feel of her boob’s. Her nipples were rock hard, a sure sign she was turned on. She nibbled my ear and then I heard her whisper “Do you want it to stop?” “It’s up to you.” I whispered back. “How far can I go?” she breathed. This was my chance to stop things getting out of hand but my cock was straining at my underwear and I’d not been this turned of in as long as I could remember. “As far as you want to.” I said and as we pulled apart she smiled and winked at me. I span and Dianne lost. She teased that it wouldn’t be fair to kiss me again and so she removed her jeans. Revealing a pair of small, lacy panties that barely covered her arse. Now she just had two items of clothing on. “Now we’re talking!” Said Quinn and I noted that his cock was still proudly erect. Quinn lost next and after completing his dare of walking into the back garden and back he span and got John. It was Johns turn to expose his cock to my wife and after a moments hesitation he stood up and in a quick movement pulled off his boxers. Dianne clapped approvingly and I saw her glance from cock to cock comparing them. Quinn’s was clearly thicker with bushy gray pubes, while Johns looked longer with his pubes neatly trimmed. When John span Dianne lost. Now this was interesting. She’d either have to kiss John with his erect penis pushing against the thin strip of her panties that was all that was covered her slit or remove one of her last pieces of clothing. She glanced at me, bit her lip as she thought for a moment ten she stood and pulled off her top, exposing her large breasts to my friends. They for their part chorused their approval and ogled her. She sat back down and their eyes never left her. She span and I lost and joined in the fun and removed my boxers. Now all the guys were naked I really thought the game would end but John told me it was my spin and Dianne was nodding her encouragement so I span the bottle. It landed on John and I came up with a lame dare of him tell us the rudest thing he’d ever done with Julie, his wife. I’d have never have believed from looking at her that she liked anal sex. Dianne was quite surprised too. “What would she think about this?” said Dianne with a sly grin. “Well I won’t tell her if you don’t.” he said with a wolfish smile and span the bottle. Of course Dianne lost. I knew she would from the moment he’s put his hand on the bottle. She stood up as we all had and pulled off her panties. Showing off her bald, shaven pussy and her round arse to my friends. When she lent forward to take her spin I knew she was going to let them fuck her. We were all naked now and every spin would be a dare or a naked kissing session with my wife. Quinn lost next and she dared him to do a lap dance for her. I have to admit it was pretty funny watching him gyrate for her. Then John lost and had him take the same walk into the garden that he’d had to perform. Then Dianne lost John asked her to play with herself, it made me gasp that he’d been so blatantly sexual. However Dianne said she’d take the kiss. They stood in the middle of the room and embraced. I moved to a chair to watch while Quinn sat watching on the rug absently stroking his dick. As they kissed Johns hands found Dianne’s arse and he groped it, pulling her closer to him . Her legs were sightly open and his cock was between her thighs, its length rubbing against the lips of her cunt. I could hear her breathing getting quicker. Quinn was looking from the pair of them to me as if expecting me to stop it. In stead I smiled at him and mouthed, “Join in.” He didn’t need asking twice and stood behind Dianne, His hands reached round and cupped her breasts. They stayed in this position for a good couple of minutes. Their hand explored her and their cocks pressed against her. Then without a word John, his wife forgotten lay her back on the rug and spread her legs. He didn’t even glance at me as he pushed his long cock into my wife. Quinn knelt at her head and fed his thick, hairy cock into her mouth. It was like a scene from a porn movie. Except the slut being banged was my wife. John had her legs in each hand and was holding them wide apart as he fucked her. I’m sure he couldn’t believe his luck and was savoring her nakedness and much as the feeling of her wet cunt on his cock. He barely lasted two minutes before he emptied his balls deep inside Dianne. She shook and quivered as he came adding her own juices to the mix. John pulled out and leaned back panting against a chair. Quinn quickly replaced him between her thighs. However she stopped him and just for a moment I thought she’d regretted what she’d done, but all she was doing was changing position. She got on all fours and he entered her doggy style. She was facing me and looking me in the eye as my friend fucked her like a whore. He slapped her arse and rammed his thick cock into her spunk filled cunt. She was loving it. She gave me a smile and then lost herself in the pleasure that this other man’s cock was giving her. John was tugging on his now flaccid dick and I dare not touch myself for fear of cumming. Quinn lasted a little longer than John and then pulled his cock from Dianne’s sopping hole and then came all over her arse in thick gouts of sperm. It took her a few moments to recover. Then she stood up with the cum running down her buttocks and said, “Thanks guys that was lovely.” Like she was thanking them for a nice meal. Then to me she said, When you’ve shown the boys out you can come up and fuck me, I’m off to bed.” We were all a little dazed by what had just happened but I soon had the boys dressed and off home. I followed my wife up to bed as fast as I could. She was naked on the bed stroking her pussy. I was al ready to jump aboard and fuck her but she had other ideas. As I knelt between her open thighs she continued stroking her slit and she spoke to me in a low sultry voice. “Did you see John feel my pussy?” “Yes” I said, almost shaking. “Did you see him put his cock inside me?” she purred. “Yes, I watched him fuck you” I replied. “Did you like it?” She asked in the same low voice “Yes” I murmured. “What?” she demanded. “Yes! I loved watching him fuck you. It turned me on!” I admitted. “And Quinn? Did you like him fucking me?” She asked. “Yes I loved it, I loved you being their slut! What about you ?” I said. “Oh I loved it.” she said” I only wish they’d lasted longer inside me” She rolled over and showed me the white streaks of Quins sperm, now dried on her arse. She smiled as she said, “He shot some inside me before emptying the rest on my arse. That means I have two men’s spunk inside me right now. How does that make you feel?” she teased. “So fucking horny that if I don’t fuck you soon I’ll explode” I said breathlessly. “You can fuck me” she said, “Just as soon as you’ve liked my pussy clean” And I did.