Over the course of our married life Jane and I have, of course, had our ups and downs - the most satisfactory way of making up has always been (and continues to be), through sex. On a night out together, about two months after moving house, we had words – Jane was upset - and, in a quiet voice asked me what I would like her to do. She was without underwear, and in stockings, and I told her I wanted her fucked. We went into a pub with live music playing, where Jane soon informed me that a man was interested. I told her to do whatever he wanted. She left the room for the ladies and, soon after, the man opposite followed. She returned some fifteen minutes later and told me that they had met up on the rear car park – he had kissed her and slid his hand up her skirt - and he wanted more. She said he had a room in the hotel/pub, but was sharing with a friend, and asked what I wanted her to do. I told her to go with him, and call me when he had finished with her - upon which, I left for home. The phone rang at three in the morning with Jane asking me to collect her – I asked if she had been fucked - she answered, yes. She was waiting on the roadside as I pulled up outside the pub. As she got in the car I put my hand up her skirt, and felt the sloppy remains of her encounter – in response, she said, 'not here, take me back and I will do whatever you want'. We returned home and Jane made for the bathroom. I stopped her and told her to get on her knees (I always liked to see the state in which she had been left), I pulled her skirt up, and told her to spread. I shoved my dick up her and immediately felt the sloppy remains of her earlier encounter. She told me that she had been fucked twice by both the guy in the bar and his friend. Her original pick-up had taken her to his room, where he fucked her as his friend lay in the other bed. She was then told to go to his friend's bed, where he, also, quickly had her. As the second guy rolled off her, she was ordered to get back across the room for more. The first guy then made use of her mouth to get hard, before she climbed back into his bed. He told her to open her legs and lift her knees as high as she could. In this position and with him on top; he gave her a long passionate kiss – which served to stifle her moan - as he accessed her for anal sex. He rode her steadily for a few minutes, before she felt him stiffen, and let out a long sigh - indicating that he had finished buggering her. As he slowly softened and slipped out, he called triumphantly over to his friend 'she takes it up the arse', while at the same time, gently pushing her in the direction of his room mate – Jane had no illusions as to what this gesture indicated, or what the next few minutes held. She simply walked over to the other bed, where the second guy placed two pillows across the bed and told Jane to lie, face down, with the pillows raising her buttocks. In this position; he too, took advantage of her willingness to 'take it up the arse'. He added his contribution, by ejaculating as deeply in her bowels as he could, before withdrawing from her now, very sore, arse. At this point, they had had enough, and told Jane to get out as they had to work the following day. Back home I finished fucking her, and then allowed her to use the bathroom. As usual, following hard sex, Jane asked me to wait for a few days before resuming anal sex – we had come to understand that most men (certainly over fifty per cent), once they realised that Jane was theirs to enjoy, made her perform anal sex –fortunately, she learned to accept these inevitable demands. I always enjoy the idea of Jane submitting to anything her latest pick up fancies. She enjoys robust sex - even though she, naturally, gets nervous when with strange men - and I love to listen to her 'confessions' on her return .