My wife Betty and I had often talked about swinging or her sleeping with another man, but every time I thought I had got her there she cried off.  We were fast approaching our tenth wedding anniversary and I had just raised the subject again.  Betty just rolled over and put some ear plugs in and ignored me.  I was beginning to think that it would never happen.

Then two nights later it was Betty raising the subject.  That was new.  It was always me that started this conversation.  It turned out her best friend had been allowed by her husband to pick up a man and take him home and fuck him.  It turned out to be Beverley.   I was highly jealous as I had often fantasized about fucking Beverley who I thought was absolutely gorgeous.  I suggested that Betty could set me up with Beverley anytime she liked.  I think her words were, "you wish".

The conversation went on about swapping.  It turned out that another couple we know were into that scene.  I was a bit surprised, and it was a couple that I would be more than happy to swap with.   I asked Betty if we should try it.  Well I didn't get a no, but I also didn't get a yes,  But I did get a great shag with my wife as the discussion had excited both of us.

Then our anniversary was here and I had organized a break In Dublin.  The flight was uneventful and the onward transport was good.  Then we were settling into our room.  As it was still early afternoon Betty wanted to go for a walk about.  I knew that meant shops.  I wasn't wrong.  I did by her some sexy undies in one of the shops.  Then we were back at the hotel getting ready for our trip out to a posh restaurant I had booked.  We nearly didn't make it.  When Betty dressed she put on her new sexy undies and I almost ripped them back off to fuck her.  Betty resisted me and pushed me away and finished dressing. 

The meal was good and as the evening was still young I chose a pub to sample some of the black stuff, Betty had a large glass of wine.  We had already had wine with dinner and Betty was in a mellow mood already.  I needed the toilets and found that I was in a longish queue.  It was almost ten minutes before I got to have a pee.  On my return Betty had two Irish lads sat with her and I sat on the next table.  I could hear the conversation was full of sexy innuendoes but nothing directly suggesting sex.

The lads bought another round, and while the one went to get it, the other lad asked Betty if she was going to sleep with one of them, and if so which one.  Betty joked why should she choose and not take both of them back to her room at the hotel.  When the other lad returned with the drinks there was some whispering between them.  I assumed the one was telling the other that they might be on a promise.

It wasn't long before the second lad went up for yet another round and the other one went to the toilets.  I asked Betty what she thought she was playing at.  She had barely answered, "Who's playing," when the lad at the bar returned and gave me a glare as if I was nestling in on his piece of pussy.  It suddenly occurred to me that they didn't realize that I was Betty's husband.  In fact I could see Betty giving me a wave, under the table, to go away.

I almost ran to our hotel and room, wondering excitedly if Betty would go through with it.   I didn't have to wait long to find out as just ten minutes later I heard the door being opened as I scuttled into the bathroom.  From the voices there was no doubt that she had brought both of them back with her.  The voices soon stopped when one of them started kissing her.  Then I could hear ruffling sounds that I could only imagine was clothing coming off.

The next sound was a strong Irish voice saying, "Suck it bitch.  Aaaaarh."  I know how much Betty enjoys sucking my cock, so if she was doing it for this stranger no wonder he made that delighted sigh.  Then is was Betty's turn to make a sound as she yelped and then groaned.  I had visions in my mind of a large cock going into Betty's pussy.  It turned out I wasn't wrong as seconds later there was the slapping sounds of two bodies coming together, again and again.  One of them was fucking my wife.

Betty's muffled groans were coming thick and fast as the one lad plowed her pussy.  He informed his mate that Betty was a good fuck and worth the drinks they had bought her.  His mate told him she was also good at sucking cock but to hurry up as he wanted a turn of her pussy.  The lad fucking Betty told him to hang on while he came, and then he was growling out his arrival at his orgasm and the filling of my wife's pussy with his cum.

There was sound of movement and then Betty was moaning again as presumably the second lad had filled her vacated pussy with his cock.  Talking of cocks, I was holding and wanking mine, imagining from the sounds what it might look like and what they were doing with my wife.  It was almost fifteen minutes of fucking from the slapping sounds before the second lad announced he too was coming.  By this time I had lost count of how many orgasms I thought Betty had been through.

Everything went quiet and I thought it was all over and I would shortly get to see my freshly fucked wife.  But then Betty let out another moan.  One of the lads had gone in for seconds.  The lad that had come the most recently was telling Betty to suck his cock.  Her moans became muffled unlike the slapping sounds that increased in both volume and frequency.  Betty was getting one hell of a fucking from what I could hear.  I thought that there was no way that he could keep up that pace and ferocity.  Wrong again he lasted almost ten minutes and then grunted his way through his orgasm, adding to the cum already in my wife's pussy.

A few seconds of quiet and then it all started up again.  The second lad was having seconds.  As I wanked myself off for a second time I just hoped they weren't up for thirds.  The second lad lasted less time and was soon adding to Betty's drenched pussy.  After a brief pause of silence there was ruffling of clothes as i presumed that they were getting dressed.  After what sounded like sloppy kissing one of the men said, "to be sure if your in Dublin again and ya want some more fucking, ya know where to find us."  I thought that was a bit cheeky, even if they were about to leave.   Then one of them called out and told me I could come out now and clean up my slut.

The  rooms door opened and close.  I opened the bathroom door to see Betty still in the doggy position with her head down and arse up.  There was cum running down her pussy and thighs.  Even having cum twice the sight of my well fucked wife's pussy so blatantly on show had me rock hard again.  I slipped into Betty's loose sloppy pussy and banged away at her.  There wasn't much grip on my cock due to her juices but mainly from the remnants of four lots of fresh cum.

I lasted longer that I could remember before a mixture of Betty's moans and visions in my head of what the lads had done to Betty finally drove me over the top and cause me to add to Betty's sticky mess.  Our bed was soaked with a mixture of Betty's juices and sweat and cum from three men counting me.  All Betty wanted to do was climb under the covers and go to sleep.  I couldn't sleep.  The visions racing around my mind portraying what I thought had happened kept me awake.

I think it was nearer to three in the morning when I finally slept.  I was woken at nine with Betty telling me that we had just 30 minutes to get down stairs for breakfast and then check out.  I was still half asleep as I sat eating toast.  Our flight back wasn't until eleven p.m. so we had the day to wander.  The hotel receptionist put our cases in a storage room and we went off wandering and exploring.  Come lunchtime Betty informed me she was ravenous.  I joked that she sounded like that last night with two fresh cocks.  We talked about where to go for some lunch.  I pointed out I had seen a menu that looked ok in the pub we had been in last night.

Betty agreed that it was a god idea and we were soon at and entering the bar.  If the two men that had fucked Betty last night wasn't sitting exactly where Betty was sat last night.  "Come back for some more have you," one of them asked.  Betty explained that we had the whole day to wander around and needed lunch and a meal later before our transport and flights home.  They sat with us as we waited for our meals I had ordered.  The cheekier of the two said they had plenty of time to wander around Betty again.  Betty put them straight that first off we didn't have a room as we had to check out and secondly her pussy still felt like someone was still hammering away at it.  Both lads laughed and I admit I also laughed knowing her pussy was still feeling used.

Realizing that they wouldn't be getting any more pussy from Betty I expected them to leave us to it.  They went back up the bar while we sat eating and when we finished they returned.  I think Betty was about to tell them to bugger off and that her pussy was out of bounds when the cheeky one said did we want a tour of Dublin.  I had thought about going on one of the open top buses and Betty had thought it was a good idea when I had said about it earlier to her.  Instead we now had the two lads drive us around and point out the sights. 

I sat in the front with the driver  and the other lad sat in the back with Betty.  I think there was quite a bit of snogging and groping of her tits.  Later after we had stopped to look at one of the sights the two lads swapped over and the second lad got stuck in with snogging and groping.  Time was getting on and they suggested a restaurant that we should try out.   When we arrived at it, I thought that they were going to leave us there.

Instead they dined with us.  They were nice lads and very well educated and polite.   Afterward they drove us back to our hotel to collect our suit cases and jump on our transport.  There was final snogs and gropes and then they were waving us off as if we had been friends for life and not just a bit of pussy for the evening.  On the flight home Betty said she had thoroughly enjoyed it and we should do it again, and soon.  I pointed out that next time I'd like a bit of fresh pussy while she gets to play with fresh cock, or cocks.  That's when she showed me the lads had given her their phone numbers.

It wasn't quite what I had originally had in mind for our anniversary, but in many ways if far exceeded what I had hoped for.  If nothing else it started us off into the swinging and party scene.  We are not far off of our twentieth anniversary.  Guess where Betty wants to go?