I met my wife Sally when we were eleven. No she wasn't a child bride. She and her family had just moved into our street so that she fell into the catchment of the Catholic school. I was in love from the moment I saw her. She was, and still is, a beautiful sweet woman. We hung out together although her parents didn't seem keen on me as my family wasn't church going. They did warm to me as time went on. Even in our teens when we started to understand about sex I respected that Sally wanted to be a virgin on her wedding day. So when I went off to University Sally was still untouched by me. It was Sally that wanted to be a virgin, but not me, and in college I was soon introduced to the sins of flesh and cheated. After that I sucked and fucked as many of the freely available pussy that I could. Then I would go home to my sweet Sally in the periods between term times. By the time I finally returned from Uni and was looking for work, the most I had done with Sally was kissing and cuddling. My hands had not even felt her privates, not even her boobs. I soon had a good job and within a year we were married. How I loved fucking her on our wedding night, although having had several virgins at Uni I was surprised how easily my cock penetrated the love of my life and there wasn't any blood. I thought the rumors of horse riders might be right. Sally was already working when I returned from uni and had a large circle of friend and although I was still in touch with a few of my old school mates most of our friends were in fact Sally's friends. We had been married about a year when something came on the TV about swinging and I thought Sally would be embarrassed and not want to watch, but to my surprise she said she wanted to see what it was all about. That night in bed to say our lovemaking was wild was an understatement as I pounded Sally just as hard as I could to her screams of don't stop. Afterwards we discovered that I had broken the condom. We had a worrying few weeks before her period arrived. Catholics and their silly rules nearly had my Sally pregnant before we wanted children. Then I wasn't sure how it happened, but the question of swinging came up again and I pointed out to Sally that we could never do it as we couldn't risk her being impregnated by someone else. Then to my astonishment Sally said, "What if I went on the pill? Would you want to swap then?" I did admit to Sally that the thought was exciting, but thought that as a good catholic girl she wouldn't go on the pill. I'm not sure how the first time came about, but I soon found myself fucking the shit out of Sarina, and her husband Joe was fucking my Sally. Afterwards I discovered that he hadn't used a condom and I was scared witless for Sally that she wasn't pregnant. After they had gone I told Sally of my worries and she laughed saying she had gone on the pill and not to tell her parents. Turned out I had worn raincoats for two months more than I needed. After that swinging became a regular thing, and not just with Sarina and Joe, but quite a collection of people. Some of them we knew and some were friends of friends. I was really surprised how easily Sally took to it, especially with her religious upbringing and that she still attended church herself. I often wondered what she must be saying in confession, perhaps, "Forgive me father, I have sinned. I took the last Rolo. Oh and by the way I fucked with a man other than my husband when we swapped last night! It's ok though father, I'm on the pill" It's true I am a huge cynic of the church. We were swapping about every other weekend and I must admit that it brought back memories of my University days. Then as I lay cuddling to Barbra, who I had just fucked, she let slip that her husband had fucked Sally before. Sally had known them a really long time and straight away I wondered when and how he came to fuck Sally. Was she cheating outside of our swinging. I pressed Barbra for answers and although she didn't know all the details Ralph had fucked Sally before we were even married. I was heartbroken. Later when we were alone I asked Sally had she enjoyed her time with Ralph and she said she had. Then I asked was he as good or better than the last time. The look of shock on Sally's face. I told her not to deny it as I knew that it wasn't their first time together. Sally suddenly confessed that she had slept with him on and off for the best part of five years. That was two years before we married. No wonder that I slipped into her so easily on our wedding night, she wasn't the virgin that I thought she was. Then she confessed that he wasn't the only one. Sally in her defense pointed out that I was far from being a virgin and that on one of my visits home she had found condoms in my jacket pocket. We spent hours talking and it turned out that Sally was far from the shy sweet girl everyone knew. She had lost her virginity at sixteen and was sexually active from then on. She had slept with nearly as many men as I had girls in uni. I asked about the risk of pregnancies and she told me that she always insisted they wore condoms, although she did have a few scares along the way. I asked why she kept me at arms length all that time and she said that she thought that had I know and be allowed my way with her I would have lost interest. The next two years were wild with swapping and sex parties. Sally was the one driving things and pushing to attend more parties. Although I had slept with two girls I was nowhere as wild as Sally as I watched her being used by four men at the same time. At the end of the night when we got home she still wanted me to fuck her again. We were under a lot of pressure from both sets of parents to produce an offspring and we stopped swapping and Sally came off the pill. I took just five months before she was pregnant with our first and thirteen months after we had our second. Due to complications they had to operate on sally and afterwards told us that she was now infertile. Sally's parents were devastated for her thinking she would want more kids. My parents and I were just so pleased she and our children were ok. Just after our baby's second birthday the doting grandparents started to want them to stay over for the odd night here and there. Straight away Sally saw this as our opportunity to resume swinging and she made the arrangements for our first swing in over four years. I was quite nervous, but went along with Sally's plans. We arrived at the hotel and went down to the bar where we met Georgie and Alf. Georgie was gorgeous and sexy. I could tell that Sally thought the same about Alf and we were soon going up in the lift. Our room was on the third floor and Georgie and Alf had a room on the sixth floor. Alf and Sally got out on our floor and Sally pushed me back into the lift to travel to Georgie's room. Georgie was as good in bed as she looked and I had a great time. In fact I would say it was better than great it was fantastic. We made love twice before we fell asleep. I woke just before six in the morning and thought I ought to get back to Sally and dispatch Alf back to Georgie before other people were waking up. Imagine my shock when I entered our room and found that Sally wasn't just with Alf. There were two additional men and all of them were sleeping. I woke Sally asking her what the hell had happened. I had woken all the men as well as Sally and she dressed quickly and dragged me down to the dining area for breakfast and to talk. Sally was honest in telling me that over four years without other men she needed to make up for lost time. "Besides," she said, "I can't get pregnant so I can really relax and enjoy it." Somehow it kind of made sense, until I thought that I hadn't needed three or four women. I was a little put out to say the least. Then it got worse. When we returned to our room I had expected all the men including Alf to have left. Far from it they were all still there and on our return Sally did a strip and I watched as the men all stripped again and then she was being serviced again with a cock in her pussy and trying to get two more in her mouth. After they finally finished with her she wanted me to take my turn. I found myself fucking her very wet sloppy pussy. The next five years had me see Sally get worse and wanting more and more men to service her. Then one day I arrived home to find six men in my bedroom fucking the shit out of my wife. It was the final straw. After throwing all of them out I collected the kids from school and took them to my mothers house. We tried reconciliation but again I caught Sally cheating on me. It's true what they say about catholic girls.