This happened back in the late 1990s when I had been married to Jane for about a year. Jane was a couple of years older than me and was divorced with two young children (6 and 4 years old respectively when we met.) I'd moved into her village, found a job in the local town and she was working as a barmaid in the local pub. I went there regularly, we hit it off, she made it clear she was available and before long we were having sex whenever we could. The relationship developed, I met her kids and parents and in 1998 we got married. I won't pretend that my parents were overjoyed that I was marrying a slightly older divorced mother-of-two but they accepted it because she was a nice, friendly person. From the start I realised that Jane was much more sexually experienced than me. Obviously she'd been married before but she'd lost her virginity at 16 and she reckoned that by the time she married her first husband when she was 21 she'd already been fucked by about 25 men. And she admitted that she'd cheated on her first husband more than once after he turned out to be a bit of a lazy deadbeat. Naturally I was curious to know some details about her sexual history and Jane enjoyed telling me. The kind of things she'd got up to included being fucked by a teacher at school, by her boyfriend's dad, by one of her father's friends, by a taxi driver and similar tales. But my favourite story was the time when she'd been fucked by 3 guys at the same time when she was 19 and on holiday in Cornwall. But was it all true I wondered. All these events had happened in her teens and early 20s before I knew her and I didn't know any of the people involved. Was she making things up to turn me on? And more importantly, if she wasn't, would she be prepared to do something now? Jane was now the other side of 30 and she said that having kids had calmed her down and normal married sex was enough for her. But, thought I, leopardesses don't change their spots that easily. From the start of our relationship, I'd made it clear that I wasn't averse to sharing her and watching her have sex with another man. She invariably poured cold water on the idea, saying we should keep it as a fantasy etc. but then say ''You never know, maybe one day.'' But in the 90s, before we had mobile phones and the internet and while we lived in a small rural area where everyone minded everyone else's business, the prospect seemed remote. But then Jane's car failed its MOT at the local garage and things took an unexpected turn. The mechanic at the garage was a guy called Rob. He was in his mid 30s and he was a single dad who lived in the area. His daughter was the same age as Jane's and they knew each slightly from encounters at the school gate. The girl's mother had gone off the rails a bit with drugs and drink and Rob and she had separated and he moved into the area from the West Midlands. He had an arrangement with the garage proprietor which allowed him to start work after dropping off his daughter at school and finish his shift in time to pick her up and he was a genuinely devoted single father. The quote for fixing all the different things wrong with Jane's car was north of £600 which was a lot to us at the time nut we needed to get it back on the road asap so I decided I'd have to dust off the chequebook and rethink our plans for a summer holiday. Then Jane told me that when she'd been to the garage to discuss the work, Rob had joked about it being a pity that payment in kind wasn't done anymore. ''What do you think he meant?'' I asked her. ''Probably having sex in return for a reduced bill'' she replied. ''Would you?'' I said. ''I would if I wasn't married'' was her answer. ''Come off it'' I told her. '' You know I'd like to see you have sex with another man. And if we can get a couple of hundred quid knocked off the bill at the same time, so much the better.'' So we talked it offer and we agreed that next day Jane would go to the garage and find out whether Rob had been joking or whether he was prepared to reduce the bill in return for fucking my wife, on condition that I could be present either as a spectator or participant. All the next day I was on tenterhooks at work wondering what had transpired with Rob. Mobiles were coming in at the time but we didn't have them yet so I had to wait till I got home to find out. ''It's all arranged'' Jane old me when I got home. ''He wasn't joking and he'll only charge us for parts not labour if he can fuck me. And he's more than happy for you to be there too.'' Rob had told Jane that at he could take his daughter to stay with her mother's parents for the weekend he could be back home by around 9pm if we wanted to come over. We made our arrangements for Jane's kids to stay with her parents that night, telling them we were going to a dinner party with friends of mine from work. `It was a long 48 hours but eventually Friday night came around and at 9.00 we were knocking at Rob's door out in the sticks about 3 miles from us. Things were a bit awkward right at the start because I didn't know Rob and had only seen him when passing the garage where he worked. But after the ice was broken, the atmosphere quickly improved. Rob opened a bottle of wine, we all lit cigarettes and just chatted about things in general, the school, the area, people we knew in common etc. But there was always the frisson that we were really there for something quite different. After about half an hour's chat I'd spotted an old Trivial Pursuits game in one of the cupboards. This was the era of Who Wants to be a Millionaire and Chris Tarrant and quizzes were very popular, so I suggested that we should improvise a game of Strip Trivial Pursuits. The other two readily agreed to the suggestion, more wine was poured and we started off. Each of us would alternately answer a random question from the cards. If you got the question right, it was the next person's turn, if you got the question wrong you had another question and if you got that wrong too then you removed an article of clothing. We all took our shoes and socks off, made sure everyone was wearing the same number of garments and got going. Well, my standard of general knowledge was much higher than either Jane's or Rob's so after a while Jane was down to her bra and knickers and Rob was down to his underpants and I'd only removed my jumper. Jane got the next two questions wrong and asked Rob if he could unclasp her bra. Naturally, being a considerate host, he obliged and had a feel of her tits at the same time. Then Rob got his questions wrong and asked Jane if she would remove his boxer shorts. So Rob stood up and Jane knelt in front of him and pulled them slowly down, revealing a rapidly hardening cock and a big bush mass of pubic year. Jane turned round and looked at me, smiled then took Rob's cock between her lips and started deep throating him. Then she stood up, kissed Rob and removed her own knickers so they were now both completely naked. ''You'd better get stripped off too'' she said to me, ''or you'll miss out on all the fun'' So I got undressed and when over to them. They were still standing up and Rob was sucking one of Jane's boobs while his right hand was between her legs, playing with her hairy pussy. I kissed her and squeezed her bum firmly. Before we knew it were all upstairs in Rob's double bed. Jane lay on her back while Rob went down on her, licking what was no doubt by now a very wet pussy. I lay down beside Jane and started sucking her right boob and squeezing her left. After a bit, Rob knelt between Janes legs and started walking his cock. Jane and I had agreed beforehand that if Rob wanted to fuck her without a condom that would be fine, especially as I wanted to enjoy the sensation of fucking my wife after another man had cum inside her. So far however, the subject of condoms had not been raised between the three of us. Rob seemed to understand the situations though and he started to fuck her without further ado. During the next quarter of an hour, we took turns fucking her while she sucked the other's cock. There were also times when Jane managed to get both cocks in her mouth simultaneously. We were taking things quite slowly as neither Rob nor I wanted to cum too soon. Then Jane lay back on the bed an opened her legs very wide. ''I want you to fuck me and cum inside me'' she told Rob. ''And my husband wants that too, don't you darling?''she added. ''Absolutely darling'' I replied. I lay beside Jane while Rob got on top and started fucking her very vigorously. The bed was creaking and rocking as he pounded her and Jane was moaning and telling Rob to fuck her in front of her husband. He lasted about 5 minutes before groaning and shooting his load deep inside my wife. When he climbed off her and rolled to one side I could see his cum dribbling out of Jane's pussy so pushed my finger into her amazingly wet and sloppy interior. Jane sat up and started kissing me then put her own fingers into her fanny and scooped out some of Rob's cum which she proceeded to smear all over my cock and balls. Then she bobbed her head down and licked as much of it as she could off my cock. ''Now I want you to fuck me and cum inside me'' she said and lay back in her former position. I was only too happy to oblige and while I fucked her we started kissing so I could taste Rob's cum on her tongue and lips. It felt great to be fucking my wife's second-hand pussy but I didn't last very long I'm afraid and within a couple of minutes I added my own load to Rob's and Jane had let 2 men cum inside her, one after another. Then we went back downstairs to drink another glass of wine or two and recuperate. The atmosphere was very relaxed by now and the three of us just sat on the sofa completely naked, sipping the wine, smoking cigarettes and just chatting about various things as we'd done at the start. Half an hour later and Rob's cock was beginning to come back to life so he fucked Jane again on the sofa before we left. I was ready to fuck her again too but I decided I'd wait till I got her back home again. It was a very enjoyable evening for all us but it must have cost Rob about £200 in terms of the forfeited labour costs on Jane's car. However, he ended up getting value for money as he fucked my wife many times during the next year or so before he moved away from the area, including one very memorable weekend when his younger brother came to stay and Jane was able to relive the 3-man gang bang she'd enjoyed as a teenager. About a year or so after he'd left, Jane told me she had a confession to make. That night at Rob's hadn't been the first time he fucked her it turned out. Apparently he'd been chatting her up as they waited at the school gates and after a couple of weeks she'd succumbed to his advances and let him fuck her. She reckoned the night at his house was probably the fourth or fifth time she'd had him. The threesome was their idea it seems, as Jane realised it would be the best way of being able to fuck Rob with my consent without having to tell me she'd gone behind my back in the first place. And the repair bill was nowhere near £600 either.She thought that with the passage of time, with Rob living far away and given the number of times he'd fucked her, I wouldn't mind. Should she have told me? Probably not in retrospect. I didn't get angry or blow a fuse but I did feel a bit betrayed that she'd done it that way when she knew that I would probably (definitely) said yes if she'd asked me first. Things were never quite the same afterwards and our marriage eventually came to an end in 2008 after 10 years. We had some other escapades in the meantime but nothing quite as erotic or electric as that first night at Rob's. And at least after it I was no longer in any doubt about the truth of all the stories she told me at the start of our relationship. There's an old song from the First World War entitled I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now and like a lot of people I often wonder who if anyone is kissing Jane now. She's on Facebook and I've checked her page. She's never got married again and as far as I know she's not in a relationship but she's got a couple of hundred Facebook friends. Two names stood out from the rest when I looked at the list. Yes, you've guessed it, Rob and his brother. None of them are particularly active users of that site and they never make any comments but they do ''like'' the occasional pictures that she posts and she returns the compliment. It's over 20 years since Rob moved back to the Midlands and he lives over a hundred miles away but at some point during the last 10 years either he found Jane or Jane found him on Facebook and they renewed their friendship, including the younger brother into the bargain. Does she ever meet and fuck one or both of them? I really don't know but if I were a betting man, I'd bet that she's had unexpectedly high MOT repair bills since 1999 and has decided to pay them in kind again.