I had heard all the rumors, gossip and tales about Cathy in school and put most of it, not all of it down to wishful thinking on the part of young bucks wanting to test themselves on an unsuspecting doe. Cathy was the one at school, that at an early age, sprouted tits. Like all the boys, I had dreamed of what it would be like to get between them and they didn't seem to be slowing down in the growing department. Then she was dating Howard, I hated him especially when he told tales of what he claimed to have done with her. I didn't believe him, she wouldn't have done that! Throughout school the rumors kept coming, but not just from Howard. There was also one that she had fucked the geography teacher in his back office to his room. Then at the school leaving party I got a kiss with her, tongues and all. I was in love, or was it lust. Well I went off to college and didn't see her for a long while, probably the best part of three years. She had turned from a girl into a smoking hot woman. The tits had grown just a little more, and no they hadn't exploded as one of the rumors said they would. She was with a man who she was arguing with and in the end he stormed off and left her in the bar. Every set of male eyes in the bar were on her. I was with a male friend close to the table she was at and I went and spoke to her. At first she didn't remember me, but she came and sat with my mate and I talking. At the end of the evening I walked her home to her mothers house and we kissed. Well to cut things short five months later we were wed and our first of three children was on the way. Now over twenty years later I get home to find a man in my kitchen putting a sizeable cock away and Cathy laid on the table with cum trickling out of her fanny and running down the crack of her arse. The man practically fled from the kitchen. Cathy wiped her fanny with a tissue and put her panties back on and tucked her tits back in her bra and blouse. I'm sorry you see that," she told me. She was sorry I had seen her having had sex, not sorry she had sex, I noted. She then burst into tears. They felt like crocodile tears, as she was probably wondering what I would do or if I would kick her out the house. I sat for a while thinking. I probably wasn't the best she could have caught, and our sex life was nothing like any of the rumors or stories. Perhaps I wasn't satisfying her, perhaps I never did. Was this the first time she cheated on me? I kind of guessed it wasn't. Cathy was still putting on the tears and the length of crying and the sounds confirmed to me they were not real. I asked why she had cheated on me. She said that she didn't mean to but he was a salesman who knocked at the door and he took advantage of her being alone. I wasn't convinced and told her so. Then I demanded to know how many other times she had cheated. She asked did I really want to know. I told her yes and all the sworded details. She cleared her throat and looked straight at me and said, "Well you asked for it, The first time was when we left the cinema when we were courting, " she reminded me that she took a different bus to get home, and on the bus she met an old friend, and had a quickie with him in the alleyway near her home. Then she went onto the second that was an old school mate of mine. Even after we found out she was pregnant and was getting married she confessed that she had screwed with several other men. then she got started on those after we had married and virtually in chronological order she rattled them off. By my reckoning, including the man the fled earlier she had fucked well over two hundred men. I then asked about school and the rumors and stories, she rattled off dozens more. Virtually the whole year and the two years above had used my wife. It looked like I was the only one that never fucked her at school. I inquired about the teacher. It was the first time she looked even the slightest bit guilty. Then she told me that she had fucked him, not the once in the rumor, but hundreds of times over a three year period and a few more after leaving school. My wife really was a slut. When one of the rumors said that she would fuck any male that had a pulse, it wasn't far wrong. She asked what I was going to do about it. I told her I would think on it. Two days on I sat Cathy down and told her I had thought long enough. I needed a few more answers before I could tell her what I had decided. She said she would answer anything, but before I asked she had done her own reckoning and wanted to tell me that she had counted that before we dated she had been with one hundred and twelve men and boys, after starting dating she had been with two hundred and forty one men, not counting me. Counting me three hundred and fifty four cocks had penetrated my wife, some multiple times. I thanked her for her honesty. I told her she needed help, as clearly she was a sex addict. I had made an appointment for her to see a counselor and would support her. She quickly agreed. I told her that as long as she went and tried to get help I would stay with her. She was all over me kissing me and thanking me. Two weeks later we met with a counselor. He said that she was one of the worst cases that he had. He wanted to try hypnotism on her. A week later at the end of the session, under hypnosis, it transpired that at thirteen she was raped by an uncle several times. He had ended up in court and prison when he raped someone else. We now knew the reason, but what was the cure? The counselor told me that love and support would help, but further hypnosis sessions would also help. It did slow her down, but I agreed to look the other way at any lapses as long as she told me about them. That was four years ago. since then she has confessed to twelve more men, one being her hypnotist. I must say that our sex life improved no end and the once a month bonk is now two or three times a week, sometimes even more. Later I wondered was any of the children mine! I sneakily collected hairs of all three and with my own and some from my wife sent them off for DNA testing. It was very expensive. The results were back in eight weeks, only the last one was mine. I still love them just as much and they have no idea of their mothers indiscretions. Would I still have married her. Yes. Now at nearly sixty, she has gone nearly two years having only been with me. I still love Cathy very much.