They say you’re always the last to know. In my case they were dead right. I met Becky when she was seventeen and by twenty one we were married. All the rumours about her at university were put to one side as I had never seen that side of her. Now forty two and with our two kids flown the nest we had a very quiet and tranquil life. We were reasonably comfortable money wise and other than a few part time jobs Becky did over the years she had pretty much been a stay at home mum.
At first I thought that it was rumours from the old days that had somehow caught up with Becky. The one of her being in a gang bang was circulating as well as the one that said she was an easy lay. I of course dismissed them. It was when I went into the local Spa shop to get my papers and a mag on the Saturday morning when I heard it all again. There were two ladies talking and I was in the next isle. They were talking about some slut who had been seen with several lads and had taken them home. The other one then said that she was also doing the man at number 46 and also that window cleaner, the one that had more than a squeegee in his trousers. I had got my papers and magazine and made my way to the checkout. The two women saw me and went very quiet.
As soon as they thought I was far enough away the first women told the second one, “That’s him. The sluts husband. The poor sod doesn’t know.” I had paid and as I left both the women watched me go. This was now the third time I had heard rumours about Becky and now I was finally getting the message. Even if most of it was fabricated it had to be coming from somewhere. I tried to dismiss it, but it kept filling my head that my wife that looked so prom and proper was putting it about again. The other thing I couldn’t understand was that I kept getting erections each time the thoughts returned.
On the Tuesday night it happened again, I was in the pub with two of my mates, and when I went to the toilets two men were discussing Becky and I heard one man say that HE was a lucky bugger getting his leg over Becky. I didn’t know who HE was but when I had delt with my latest erection and had a piss I needed to find out not only where the rumours were coming from but also if there was any truth in them.
On sitting back down I asked my mates had they heard anything about my Becky at first they both said no and then finally Ross admitted that he had. I asked him what he had heard and where he had heard it from. It turned out he had heard about the window cleaner cleaning more than just the windows and had heard it from a chap at his works. When he said his name it meant nothing to me. Supposedly he was the brother of the window cleaner. I sat back and smiled and told my mates there was nothing in the rumour as my window cleaner had an entirely different name.
I heard something again when I was at work. Two women saying poor me as I hadn’t a clue what my wife was up to. I balled them out in front of everyone and told them to stop spreading rumours that weren’t true. The boss heard and was angry and told me to go home and to calm down and if I didn’t he would suspend me and even consider firing me. I had already calmed down, but he insisted that I take the rest of the day off and come back refreshed and ready for work. I decided that it was a good chance for Becky and I to have a ride out and some quality time together and had already thought of where I would like to take her as I drove home.
Imagine my surprise to find two motorbikes on my driveway and had to park in the road. The euphoria I had been feeling was replaced with dread and another unwanted erection as I got to the front door. I tried telling myself there was a simple and innocent reason for motorbikes to be on my drive. Opening the front door banished that last thought as I heard Becky groaning loudly from our bedroom. I wanted to know yet at the same time I didn’t as I ascended the stairs. There on my bed was Becky on all fours with two lads not much older that our kids. The one was slamming away at her pussy and the other one was all but sat on our headboard and Becky was rocking back and forth, due to the cock in her pussy, on the lads cock in her mouth.
The cheeky bastard sat on my headboard told me to get ready and I could have a turn when he was finished. I told him that it was my wife that he had his cock in and if he wasn’t out of here in three seconds I would cut his balls off. I had never seen two lads grab clothes and run so fast. They were still trying to dress as they climbed on their motorbikes and zoomed away. Becky had collapsed face first on the bed and made no effort to cover herself up. I expected her to be sorry and apologetic but instead she berated me for ruining her fun. It was now that I realised that I had still got a boner and told her if she wanted to be a whore I would treat her like on.
With that I almost ripped my trousers getting them open and my hard cock free. Becky squealed as I straddled her and slammed my cock into her from behind. Becky was shouting out, “No, No, No,” as I fucked her hard. Unbeknown to me, just yet, my cock had slid into the wrong home. Becky was gasping and managed to tell me that I was in her arse. I snapped back that whores had to expect that occasionally and just kept banging away at her arse. When I came it was like steam train thundering through a tunnel blowing smoke everywhere. In my case it was cum and as I pulled out it was not only in her arse but also now all over her pussy and the bedcovers.
I climbed off and went for a post shag pee. On returning to the bedroom now penis in my pants, Becky had at least put a dressing gown on. She was crying and I wasn’t sure if that was due to a sore arse or remorse for what she had done or just sorry for herself. I could see she looked fearful of what was coming as I stood there. I told her to get dressed and we were going out. I decided that our afternoon drive was still going to happen and as it is a nice quiet place down by the river where I would have it out with her.
The drive happened in total silence. That was most unusual for Becky as she is always quite chatty with everyone, even people that she doesn’t know, and she always had plenty to chat with me about. At the river I fond a picnic table and sat on the bench part of it. Becky also sat down. “Well, what the hell do you think you were doing,” I snapped and then added, Do you realise that everywhere I go I hear rumours about you fucking this one and that one as well as taking part in several gang bangs.”
Becky burst into tears again and when she eventually calmed down enough to speak she told me that she had felt totally lost since we became empty nesters. That she wondered what it was all for. She told me that none of it was my fault as I couldn’t have been a better husband. She went on to say that she was trying to find some of the happier times when she was younger with all those plans she had at university. She said she remembered all the people she knew and remembered all the good times. Then she confessed that a lot of them had involved sex. I knew all about the rumours of her time in university so I could relate to that. Then she told me that sex with me was still fantastic, but she just felt there was something missing. She again stressed that it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t filing her.
She went quiet for some while and then started telling me that she had been propositioned by three lads while she was out and about. One of them was quite rude saying that the MILF probably couldn’t handle three lads. I had never heard of the word MILF and asked Beck what it meant. Then after telling me, it was a Mother I’d Like to Fuck, she went on to say that she told the lads that she could more than handle three lads like them thinking they would back down. They didn’t and she found herself in a dingy flat sucking and fucking three young lads the rest of the afternoon.
After her encounter she said she felt on top of the word as if she could do anything. She said that two days later she was feeling down again and when she saw an opportunity with another man she took it. She told me that each time she fucked someone else it raised her spirits and enthusiasm for life. As she spoke I could feel my cock rising again, but I wasn’t wanting a fuck just an explanation. I asked how many were there. Becky told me that she had fucked seven or eight individual men some several times. I mentioned that window cleaner and she nodded that she had been seeing one and said she had been with him quite a lot. I asked about the gang bangs and Becky started to cry again. I told her to stop as I wanted to know and we wouldn’t be moving forward until I did.
Becky said she had been in three gang bangs, not including anything that happened at university as that didn’t count. After the first time with the three lads they came around our house with four other lads one morning, just after I had left for work and didn’t leave until it was almost time for me to return. Becky went on to say that they all treated her like trash and did whatever they wanted to her. Becky said that afterwards she was bruised battered and sore in her jaw as well as her arse and pussy. Then when I got home there was virtually nothing left food wise in the house as the lads had eaten what there was and we had to go shopping. I remembered that night as we generally do our shopping on a Saturday. Becky said that for some while afterwards the lads would return in two’s and three’s and she would allow them to use her as they saw fit.
It was about three months later when a different group of lads arrived, mates of the first lot, and they also used every hole they could. Word had spread around and it wasn’t long before six more lads dropped in on her and although she said no they still used her like a slut as the others had. Becky said that after the third lot she felt guilty but still on cloud nine. She said she told the lads that was the last time, especially as they hadn’t listened to her when she told them no, and threatened them with the police if they or any other group tried to do it again.
Becky was saying she was sorry and I asked was that all, as if that wasn’t enough already. Then she confessed that she had also slept with two of my so called mates, one of the ones in the pub, in fact Ross the one who told me about the window cleaner. He was definitely off any further Christmas card lists. Eventually Beck sighed as she said she had told me everything. I told her she hadn’t yet, as she hadn’t told me about her time at university, but that could keep for another time. I could see a faint smile on Becky’s face hearing the words another time as she took solace from that to mean that I wasn’t about to kick her out.
We had been there for well over three hours between the confessions and the breaks of silence as well as the tears. Almost through all of it I had sat there with an erection that was pretty damn painful by this time. Becky was telling me that she was still feeling low in between the times she cheated and she felt on cloud nine afterwards. The we were interrupted as we heard people coming our direction.
I have literally no idea what made me do it but as the two men about our ages got close to us I called out to them and as they walked our way I asked if they would like to use my slutty wife like the dirty whore she is. They looked shocked and more than a little confused. To remove any confusion and show I was serious I lent across the table and grabbed my wife’s blouse and tore it open. Buttons flew off the blouse in all directions. Becky with a large proportion of her chest now showing above her bra started to stand up and I pulled her forward so her top half was laid across the table.
Leaning just a bit further I was able to grab my wife’s skirt and pull it up and over her back. Becky’s panties were now on full display to the two men as they were behind her. I told them to pull them down. One man stood looking surprised but the other man was quick to do as I suggested and eased Becky’s panties down to her knees. Then he was stroking Becky’s pussy. Although Becky was still struggling she still let out a loud Aaaah followed by and even louder Ooooh. Then she stopped struggling.
I eased my grip and realised that although still covered my cock that was rock hard was just inches from my wife’s face. I kept one hand on Becky’s back as I used my other hand to remove my cock from my trousers and steer it towards Becky’s mouth. I was a little surprised as she just opened her mouth and sucked my cock to the back of her mouth. The man fingering my wife’s pussy realised that she had surrendered to whatever was about to happen. The man was then removing his own cock from his trousers. Then with one foot up on the bench he took aim and Becky squealed as he penetrated her pussy.
It was now that the two men started to talk about Becky and were discussing just how good her pussy felt on the first man’s cock and the other was telling him to hurry up as he wanted a turn with the slut. One of them asked where I had found the slut and I told him she was my slut and I was married to her. The conversation fell flat but the man continued to fuck Becky. Having been hard on an off for days my cock reached that point when a man knows that nothing could stop it coming now. With a few more thrusts and grunts I was coming heavily in Becky’s mouth and she was swallowing just as fast as I was coming, but not quick enough as some spilled out onto her chest. Just before I pulled free I saw that the second man now had his cock out and I wondered if he would take my place as I sat back down on the bench.
The second man remained where he was as the first man was now stabbing fast and furiously at Becky’s pussy and he knew his time at Becky’s pussy was coming very shortly. With one final thrust and a grunt the man held still as his cum spilled into Becky’s pussy. The first man was soon staggering to the next nearest bench to sit and watch as his pal now stepped up to take a turn. As he lined himself up Becky even pushed back to facilitate his cock not only penetrating her but also going as deep as he possibly could. Then he was ploughing Becky for all he was worth and Becky was moaning as she neared her own orgasm. The man gave a few more thrusts and that was just enough to get Becky over that line. As she wailed with her orgasm the man grunted and presumably added to the cum already in her pussy. Then he was staggering to sit alongside of his mate.
Becky just laid there with her pussy still pointing out at the two men as they discussed what a great sport and slut Becky was. Eventually as Becky stood up her pussy made a loud squelchy pussy fart much to Becky’s embarrassment and the two men’s amusement. Becky pulled her panties back up and put her tits that had fell out her bra back in. She wasn’t able to do much with her blouse, as she had lost so many buttons, other than to hold it closed.
The two men like myself were fully recovered from their shagging and had both put their cocks away as had I. It was clear that Becky wanted to get back to the car and as she climbed over the bench seat one of the men asked if it was possible to see Becky again. I told them possibly, and one of them handed me a business card with his name and number on it. Becky started off towards the car. There was no point in rushing as I had the keys and all she would have to do was wait for me to get there and undo the doors.
As she got into the carpark there was a couple getting out their car and I could see the man taking a good look at what he could of Becky’s chest and stomach. I opened the car and as she got in I think the man also got a look at Becky’s panties that were soaked with Becky’s juices and two men’s cum. As soon as I was in the car and both doors shut Becky asked what all that was about. I told Becky that from now on I was going to treat her like the whore she had proved to be.
Back home I was excited again having thought about what had happened next to the river and before Becky could say or do anything I had her bent over the sofa and her soaked panties around her knees. Then I was thrusting into her well used and soaked pussy. Becky was groaning as she enjoyed the shagging I was giving her and she came just before I did. As I climbed off Becky she went up the stairs and shortly afterwards I could hear her having a shower. A while later she returned with a huge smile on her face.
I told Becky to sit down as I had something I was going to tell her. The smile quickly disappeared. I told Becky that I wasn’t prepared for her to run all over town giving out favours to anyone she liked. She looked worried. I continued telling her from now on if she felt low she had to come to me. Becky went to say something and I quickly stopped her by telling her I would sort out who screwed her from now on. I added that it wouldn’t be for spotty yobs who think they can do as they like or my so called mates. I told her that I would sort things out.
It was about a fortnight when in bed Becky quietly told me she was feeling down. I told her to hang on as I had something planned for the weekend. What Becky didn’t know was I had contacted a swinging group that was far enough for our friends and neighbours not to see us there. Yet close enough to travel to and back in an evening. Saturday night I had laid Becky’s outfit on the bed and told her to shower and change ready to go out. She asked where we were going and I told her she would find out when we got there.
After the shower and applying a little makeup she was shocked that the outfit had Basque, stockings high heels, panties, and a small jacket. She asked where the rest of it was and I told her she had all she needed. I could see a dirt smile spread across her face. I had her get into the car quickly and then drove for just over an hour to the address I had been given. Our host had talked with me at length and knew exactly what I wanted. We were welcomed into where there were quite a lot of couples and seven or eight single men. Our host asked if we were ready and I told him I was and Becky would do as she was told.
With that he and four other men lifted and carried Becky upstairs and straight into a bedroom. I followed to watch. Her jacket and panties were quickly separated from her body and she had five men with their cocks out seeking out which hole or hand they could use. I found that I had a rather nice looking woman stood with me watching. It was our hosts wife who informed me that she had enjoyed what my wife was about to get.
I had a real boner as I watched Becky getting a cock in her mouth and a second one in her pussy. As the fucking began Carrie led me away and I enjoyed a great time with our hosts wife. Eventually some four hours later after several more shags I returned to Becky who was still entangled with three men, none of which had started out with her, and none of them were still moving. I helped untangle them and redress Becky. On the way home Becky just said thank you. I told her that she wasn’t finished yet.
Once home I gave Becky another good fucking before allowing her to go to sleep. Since then, we have wife swapped with couples in the group I found, as well as Becky pulling further trains. Every time when we get home I always give Becky her final fuck before she has finished. Becky did eventually tell me about her days at university and that earnt her two shags from myself trying to visualise whet she was telling me. Becky assures me that she hasn’t cheated since and is happy with our new arrangement. She also got another part time job and seems to have a more contented and fulfilled life now. She’s certainly receiving more than enough cocks when we meet up with the swingers group we joined.
