Should I Tell Her.

During my late teens I went to quite a few gay sexual parties.
At those parties I was involved in several gay gang bangs, with my mouth and arsehole getting well and truly fucked.

Nearly all the men were much older than me, some in their sixties and even one guy in his seventies.
At one particular party I remember being utterly covered in cum, so I took a shower after two hours of sucking cock and being fucked.
As I took the shower, an older guy in his late forties joined me.
His cock to this day is the biggest I've ever seen or been fucked by.
However the sex we had in that shower was so sensual and I remember it now like it was only yesterday.
It's the only time I've cum at the same time as the guy fucking me deep up my arsehole. And believe me he was so deep inside my rear hole.

We did swap numbers, but somehow I lost his number on my phone.
It's now been eight years since the last of those parties. I'm now married and love my life along with the beautiful woman I share my life with.

However there's been a twist lately to my life.

We live in a cottage on a very quiet country lane. And Just down from where we bought our cottage early last year, is a farm.
I met the farmer for the first time in August last year. He's married too, in his mid to late fifties and has two sons, one older and one younger than myself. And the farmer just so happens to be the man who fucked me in the shower at one of those parties.
We both recognised each other straight away, yet we couldn't say much as he was with his two sons.
What we did do however, is swap numbers just in case he could help my wife and I with any work around the cottage.

Only we've used our contact to be able to arrange times when he can fuck me outdoors.
He's definitely no spring chicken anymore, yet we fuck like we're teenagers. He's still an extremely sexual and dominant man and trust me, he really enjoys screwing my mouth and arsehole. In fact I'd say he utterly destroys my rear hole some days.

I'm lucky my wife works shifts at our (relatively) nearby hospital, as it enables us to fuck at least twice a week. It's not two men falling in love or anything remotely like that.
It's just two men enjoying sexual gratification from each other, something I now realise I'd missed dreadfully.

Three days ago in a woodland at the far end of his farm, he had me licking his balls and sucking on his cock. Then he fucked me bareback doggy style from behind, and I was totally naked throughout.
It was exhilarating knowing we could be discovered, yet I knew I didn't want him to stop once his long hard cock had slid deep inside my arsehole.

At home later that night, some of his cum had oozed out of my rear. Luckily my wife wasn't home from her shift, as I had to shuffle to the bathroom to shower.

I'm now tempted to let my wife know I've been having gay sex again. She knows everything about my past and has even wanted details of what happened at the parties.
Lately she's been wanting me to really go into lurid details of how it felt for me being gang banged. The sex we have when I describe my past is extremely sordid for us, and I genuinely think she gets off on hearing me talk about my past gay sexual adventures.
And that's why I'm thinking of letting her know about the farmer and me.