Earlier this week I discovered my wife’s little secret and that it’s still possible to have some fun during the Covid restrictions. Rachael and I have different interests and different groups of friends. She has always enjoyed walking in the country and is a member of a group who share her passion. Just how much passion she shares, I have now discovered. One of the group’s regular walks takes them through Some local woods. Sunday was a rare warm and sunny day for this time of the year and without telling Rachael, I decided to join them for the first time. I arrived at the meet little late. There were four men with Rachael, all quite mature but well preserved. I knew none of them and they had never met me. We set off into the woods with Rachael in the lead. She was wearing a loose shirt and rather tight jeans showing her very nice rear to perfection. “Nice arse”, commented the chap walking with me. I realised that the group did not know that Rachael and I were an item “I wonder if she’s up for playing today?,said my fellow walker. This walk was taking on an altogether more interesting turn. “What do you mean”, I asked. “We’re all widowed” he replied, “Sometimes she takes pity on us and gives us a little show”. Later I was walking beside Rachael and asked what he had meant. At first she was very embarrassed and said she didn’t know what he was talking about. I kept pressing her and eventually she confessed. On one of the walks the conversation had got a bit personal. The men described their lonely lives and how much they missed the physical side of their marriages. They were all reduced to the relief of an occasion solo hand job. Rachael decided to help although she insisted that she had never let them go too far. I was amazed. I had often tried to get her to include someone else in our sex play, but apart from a few experiences in Gran Canaria while on holiday, she always refused. She asked if I was angry with her. I said I wasn’t and that it was a real turn on. “Any chance of a demo?” I asked. “Perhaps, perhaps not,” she said and walked away to join her men. Later we stopped for a break in a small grassy clearing among some Rhododendrons well away from the path.” I’m really hot”, said Rachael. Alan, one of the walkers suggested she should take something off. “OK”, said Rachael looking straight at me but I might need a hand with the buttons. Four willing volunteers rushed forward. “Slow down boys”, she said, “One button each I think”. They each took their turn and soon the shirt was hanging open revealing a lacy half cup bra. She slid the shirt from her shoulders. “Any chance a some help with the bra clip,” she said to me. “Anything to help”, I said and undid the clip. She held the cups to her breasts for a moment then let the bra drop, revealing two very nice breasts. The men were now standing in a ring round Rachael, eyes on stalks a and trousers bulging. Rachael sat back on a low branch and pulled off her boots and socks. She loosened the top button of her jeans, drew down the zip and wriggled out exposing the smallest of knickers rather than her usual Brigid Jones passion killers. Leaning back against the tree, she closed her eyes and began to massage her breasts. When she opened her eyes, she saw that all five of us, including me, had taken out their cocks and were slowly wanking. Each cock was different, large and small, smooth and wrinkled, bald and hairy. The only thing they had in common was that they were all very erect. Rachael smiled, opened her legs slightly and ran a hand down over her belly to her pussy. Her fingers moved over her lips and slipped inside to find her clit which she rubbed with increasing urgency. Her breathing became deeper, her mouth opened and her legs began to shake as she was engulfed by an overwhelming orgasm. While this had been happening, the men had moved closer and the speed of their hands had increased until one by one they came spilling their semen on the ground by Rachel's feet. I leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “Any chance of a fuck?. “No, only my husband fucks me,” she replied. “Perhaps he will fuck you later”, I said. “Yes, I’m sure he will”, was her response.