My wife had just turned forty and was telling me it was all downhill from here. I hoped not as I was just one year behind her. She was complaining that her tits were beginning to sag, her arse had spread just a little and she felt she didn't look so attractive. I tried boosting her moral by telling her that she was still pretty hot and any red blooded male would be honored to have her. As much as I tried it didn't seem to be working. We were due to go out with some friends to a local club, but they called off at last minute. Corrie complained that even they didn't want to be seen with her in public. She was very down. I told her not to be so silly, they probably had some sort of emergency to deal with . After some persuading she relented and we went to the club. Corrie perked up a little when a younger man thought she was on her own and asked her to dance. As they danced I saw one of his hands on her arse. She was much brighter and happier when she returned to our table telling me what things he told her he would like to do to her. Then he did a runner when he realized that she was married and I was watching. We laughed about it. She was asked twice more to dance. Once from a much older fat man that Corrie didn't fancy at all, but did dance with, but kept him at arms length. The second was almost young enough to be her son. Like the first man he had wandering hands and he not only touched her arse, but also her tits. Now with the two men and the booze Corrie was beginning to get a buzz. Later from returning from the loos I saw the first man who had danced with Corrie. He looked worried as I approached him. "What did you want to do to my wife," I asked. He started to stammer when I put him out of his misery and told him that it was ok. I asked again and he told me that he had told Corrie that he would bend her over the bonnet of his car and fuck her silly from behind. On returning to Corrie she was about to go to the toilets when I whispered in her ear that I wanted her panties when she got back. She giggled a little and wandered off. When she returned, as she went to hanging her bag on her chair, she whipped out something and handed it to me. It was her red silky panties. I stuffed them in my pocket. Later still I again went to the loos and this time when I got to where the man was, I stopped to talk to him. I handed Corrie's panties to him and asked for the make and registration of his car. He wrote them on a beer mat and handed it to me. I told him when he saw Corrie leave to follow her. When I got to Corrie I told her that when she found the car on the beer mat she would get her panties back. She gave a strange sort of laugh then gave me a really dirty look and picked up her bag and walked towards the door. She looked back at me , but still kept going. I waited for a few minutes and then followed. I had already seen the other man leave before I got to the door. Outside I wandered between rows of cars looking for the Prius that he told me he had. Then I heard Corrie. It was a sort of squeal that she makes when she is not quite wet enough or I push my cock in too quickly. Then she moaned. Steered by Corries now regular moans I moved to within three cars of them. True to his words he had Corrie bent over his bonnet and was fucking my wife. His cock looked a good size in the neon lighting as it slid in and out of her. Then they were disturbed as another couple made their way to their car and drove off. Corrie and her lover had stood up as if nothing was gong on. As soon as the couple had left he had Corrie again bent over the bonnet and was plowing into her pussy with long hard thrusts and Corrie was moaning her pleasure back at him. I was impressed how long he lasted before he grunted as he slammed into Corrie and dumped his load in her pussy. Then he was zipping his cock away. Corrie asked him if he had something of hers, and a bit reluctantly he handed her back her panties. Then he was off in the direction of the club. I was quick to get to Corrie as she put her panties back on, but before she could go anywhere I bent her back over his bonnet and pulled her panties to one side. I heard Corrie say, "Oh my god," as I released my cock from my trousers and slammed it straight into Corrie's hot wet pussy. It was quite squidgy and made more slurpy noises than usual as I slammed her pussy. I felt Corrie shake and groan extra loud as I pumped my cum into her to mix with his. Afterwards we went back into the club and as we sat there the man came over and thanked me. Then he told Corrie he had a couple of mates that wouldn't mind a go with her. She looked at me and I nodded that it was ok if she wanted to. She went with the man and was introduced to the two men who quickly walked her out the club. I followed a way behind as did the first man. We watched as one of the men bent her over the same bonnet and pulled her panties to the side. We watched as the man drove his cock into Corries well used pussy. "Fucking hell," he exclaimed, "It's fucking drenched down her." We knew it was and from three car widths away we could hear the squelching sounds coming from Corrie's pussy between the moans that drowned the squelching sounds out. Wet or not he didn't last very long and dumped his load with the two already in her. His mate was right behind him as he pulled out and slammed straight into Corrie's very well fucked pussy. He lasted quite a bit longer before he too come in her. Then having zipped up, he had some cheek as he asked, "Same time next week?" Corrie laughed and just replied, "Maybe." Then the three men walked back to the club. Corrie asked could we go home. She waddled to my car, squelching as she went. I could see cum down both legs as she got in and sat next to me. The four minute journey home felt like a life time. Indoors I dragged her to the bedroom and tore her panties down before slamming into the wettest squelchy pussy I have ever fucked. Having cum earlier I lasted long enough to see Corrie shake and moan her way through two more orgasm to any she had already had. Then I made her squidgy pussy even wetter. When I climbed off my trousers were plastered in cum around the crutch area. The next day Corrie was in a much better frame of mind and we even fucked a couple of times around mid day, which was something we hadn't done in years. For weeks it was no effort to get her revved up. All I had to say was there was a queue of men waiting for her at the club. We never did keep that date, but we found plenty of other situations to keep Corrie feeling young again.