I met my ex-wife, Linda, from a young age, still at school. Just your average couple I guess until we had our first holiday together in 1976, now aged eighteen. Guess most men found her attractive, she was 5’2”, a size 10, with pert 34B tits and prominent nipples. So, it was during that holiday when I first dared her to sunbathe topless on the beach. Just a little harmless fun until a man stopped to talk with us. Felt a little awkward when he sat next to Linda, but he seemed quite friendly, polite, until he complimented that she had nice boobs. Then he asked me how I felt about other men looking at her tits. I noticed, he said boobs to Linda, then said tits to me. What could I say, so I just shrugged my shoulders, then he asked me, not Linda, if he could have a quick feel of her tits? Almost straight away, she covered herself and playfully told him to bugger off, telling him it wasn’t up to me. It wasn’t until later, that I felt horny thinking about him fondling her tits. Never imagined that I’d have the nerve to tell Linda. We got married the following summer and whilst on honeymoon we bought a selection of sex magazines. Soon after, we subscribed to a popular magazine, delivered to the house every month. So, it was around about this time when I first had fantasies about watching my wife have sex with other men. From reading that magazine, I learned that it was a common enough fantasy, but I could never imagine that I could allow it for real. Neither could I imagine that I could tell my wife. I’m thinking it was about six months later when I dared her to pose for the Readers Wives in that magazine. What started off as a joke, got more serious until we agreed. Initially, she was just going to pose topless, but they published four photos, showing everything, tits and her pussy. Although, she remained anonymous as, Sharon from Swansea. Wasn’t so long after, I was sitting next to one of the lads in work and recognised that he was reading that issue of the magazine. When he came to the Readers Wives section, I was dying to say something but since he had met my wife, I was worried should he recognise her. Whatever, it was still exciting sitting next to him while he was looking at naked photos of my wife. Still not married a year, we bought a vibrator, as advertised in the magazine. It was about seven inches and had several attachments. Some to stimulate the clitoris, then a sheath, shaped like a big cock that fitted over the vibrator. It was eight inches long, and quite thick. She often asked if we could play with her ‘friend’ and more often, she wanted me to use it on her, pushing it all the way inside her pussy, taking the full eight inches. I can only manage around five inches when erect, so I imagined it was another man fucking her and I remember asking, if ‘he’ felt nice and big? She nodded. Then I asked if she’d like to feel a bigger one inside her. No, ’he’ was big enough Then I asked, “Would you like to feel a ‘real’ big one inside you”? She knew what I meant and smiled, “Maybe.” That’s when I lost my nerve, I was still too embarrassed to tell my wife about my fantasy. Over the next few years those fantasies become more extreme, where I imagined myself playing the submissive cuckold. Where her Dom Bull lover might instruct me to lick his cum from my wife’s pussy, then my wife humiliating me about the size of my small cock. I guess some of those fantasies would always remain my secret. Then came the summer of 1982, we’d been married for five years. She had a Friday night out with the girls from the village. I was already in bed when she came home, but the following morning I seen some love bites on her neck. She promised nothing else happened, was just kissing on the dancefloor. Think I was mostly pissed off because she was flirting with a guy in front of our friends. Was sure my mates would find out, pride, I guess. We didn’t talk for the rest of the day, but I must admit that I felt horny thinking about her kissing this guy on the dancefloor. For Sunday, we’d already planned a visit to the beach, so I called a truce. She spent much of the day sunbathing topless, so by the time we got home we were both feeling horny. That’s when I asked her about the guy she was with on Friday night. She said that they had first met in the pub, then he asked her to dance in the nightclub. Of course she fancied him so I asked, if she was single, would she have had sex with him? She nodded. That’s when I told her about my fantasy, wanting to watch her having sex with other men. She thought for a moment then told me that she would need to fancy him. So I suggested we place an ad in a contact magazine, but she argued that it felt too seedy. Then with further conversation I felt that she wasn’t so keen on the idea of me watching. End of my fantasy. That year we hosted a New Years Eve party, inviting a group of friends. One of those couples, whom I’ll call Jack and Jill, stopped the night. Jack’s friend, whom I’ll call Bill, worked abroad but was home for the holiday period. We’d only met Bill once before. For the end of the evening, Jack and Jill had already gone to bed when the last of our guests left around 2am. You know how you feel you’ve disturbed something when you walk into a room? Well, that’s how I felt when I walked into my lounge, Linda and Bill were sitting either side of the settee, neither saying a word. Linda said she was too tired to go upstairs to bed, instead she was going to sleep on the settee. Of course, I guessed what was going on and my initial reaction was, here was my chance to watch my wife having sex with another man. Then again, I lost my nerve, wondering if she wanted me around to watch, then I worried if Jack and Jill would hear anything from the bedroom above. So I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom. The following evening, I needed to ask if she fancied Bill. She knew what I meant but she was a little vague until she admitted that she wanted to have sex with him. In return, I told her that I didn’t mind if she had sex with other men so long as she was discreet, and she would tell me. We agreed that she wouldn’t have sex with anyone we both knew, especially with none of my friends. Whereas we lived near Swansea, Linda worked in Bridgend. I’m guessing it was about six weeks later when she told me that she was having a Friday night out with her workmates. Normally I’d pick her up in the car but for that night, she’d arranged to stop with a friend. Neither of us said anything. I worked the Saturday morning, then straight to football, so we didn’t see each other again until that evening, while out with friends. When we got home, I asked her about her Friday night out. Asked if she met anyone, she nodded. Then I asked if she had sex with him, again she nodded. Despite my fantasies, it was still a shock to the system. Thankfully, I’d have a few to drink so that softened the blow but having said, by the time we got to bed I was feeling so horny I wanted to know all the kinky details. Initially, I think she felt embarrassed about giving much detail, instead, she admitted that she made the first move, then invited him back to her hotel. Yeah, she had already booked a hotel room. From that night, we agreed that she could have regular nights out in Bridgend, sometimes Cardiff, with her workmates. I quickly got used to the idea of other men fucking my wife. To be honest, I was still hoping that one day she would let me watch, but that never happened. For those early days, I remember sitting at home on a Friday night, wanking myself, knowing that she was being fucked by another man. Gradually, she began to tell me more details, knowing that it excited me so much. Of course, I was obsessed about big cocks, but she once told me that size didn’t guarantee good sex, although, she did like the feel of a big cock inside her. For the next three years she had a string of lovers, some were one-night stands but more often she had brief relationships. I guess up to a point, the novelty had worn off, but I still had no reservations about Linda meeting other men. In fact, she confessed that she had previously cheated on me twice before. Once when she was eighteen, then again, three years after we got married. Along the way, she also admitted that she’d also had sex with Bill, on the night of our party. She had waited until I fell asleep, then met him downstairs as previously arranged. They had been flirting with each other from the first time they met. Then on the night of the party she followed him upstairs, when he came out of the bathroom, she asked him for a New Year’s kiss. She lifted her jumper to allow him to play with her tits, while the rest of us partied downstairs. When I walked into the lounge, that night of the party, they had been kissing. Linda said that she wanted me to see them, hoping that I would leave them alone, but I guess Bill was worried should I kick off. Finally, we’d been married for ten years, when she started an affair with a much older man she met through work. She was forever ambitious, so when he offered her a job with his company we split.