I met my wife when a friend set me up for a blind date. He said she was a 30 year old single mother that never married and almost always put out on the first date and that he himself had done her a few times. I had been divorced for about a year and really needed to get laid, so I went. And true to his word, less than an hour after picking her up, her skirt was around her waist, her panties were off and I was pumping her bareback in my reclined passenger seat and seven months later we married. That was twenty six years ago.

I tell you all this so that you understand that from the beginning I knew that she had been ridden hard and often. She admits that from the time she got her cherry popped just a few minutes into the first date she ever went on as a freshman in high school, to when she got knocked up at 20 and didn't know who the father was, every guy that asked her out, scored on the first date and every date. Then from 20 to 30 when we met, there were many one night stands thrown in along with her regular dates, and many of the men were married. So to sum it up, she was easy and I knew it, but she was also the best piece of ass I had ever had.

My wife isn't much of a drinker and rarely had more than a couple of drinks in an evening, until a party 3 years into the marriage. Butter Shots were being passed around and she fell in love with them. After having several and feeling no pain, she was soon letting her dance partners hands roam her body. I was shocked how hot it was to watch another man slide his hands up under my wife's skirt to feel her up and was secretly hoping to see more. When the song ended, she led the hosts brother-in-law through the kitchen and they slipped out the side door. I rushed for the front door and peeking around the side of the garage, there was just enough light from the street to see her backed up against the side of the building and his hand inside the front of her panties while she pulled his cock out and stroked it. I watched it all, form feeling each other up, to him actually fucking her against the side of the garage, and to be honest, I jerked off the whole time. After he came in her, they went back in for more dancing and I saw her slip out once more later in the evening with the host. When we got home, I wanted to go down on her but she claimed she was all sweaty from the dancing and didn't want to, but I did it anyway and loved it. And when I entered her I barely got it in before I came.

Over the next year I tried to recreate the events of that night but for the most part was unsuccessful. I even began sneaking around trying to catch her getting laid but failed at that also. The only time I had any luck was if she had a few drinks, so I began feeding her booze before going to parties or any other function where other men may try to get into her pants and I finally had some success. For about the next two years I watched her being done by several different men in many different ways. In back seats, front seats, back bedrooms, garages, against the side of buildings. One time, I said I was sick and left early after making arrangements for someone to give her a ride home. About 2am, I heard a car pull in but no one got out, and when I looked out the window, I saw her best friends husbands car in our driveway and my wife spread out in the reclined passenger seat with her knees pushed up against her shoulders and his ass pumping between her legs. He is a black guy and with the strokes he was taking, there must have been about 10 inches of meat in her. He rode her harder than anyone I had ever seen, before or since. After he finished in her and climbed off, another guy got out of the back seat and with no hesitation, she spread her legs and locked her feet behind his ass as he slid into her.

Soon after that night, she caught on to what I was up to and no longer drinks. She still lets other men do her and I no longer have to sneak around in the shadows and can now openly watch her, it's just not the same.