Throughout our married life, my Wife Jane has had Sex with other men at my insistence – she is highly sexed, and more than eager to allow me to have her used in this way. I believe that my unusual appreciation of extra-marital Sex stemmed from a singular experience in my bachelor days. The incident occurred at a time when I was working and living in Gibraltar, and produced such an impression on me, that, I believe, it has led me to having my own Wife duplicate the same type of behaviour that I witnessed that evening.

Back then, my friends and I were regulars at a small back-street bar. We had got to know the owner (a heavy drinker, and often absent), and his barman, a Moroccan guy called Abslam.

One unremarkable evening, while I was having a drink, a friend of Abslam’s came into the bar and the two of them began an urgent conversation. They spoke Arabic, I believe, (although Moroccans often have considerable dexterity with languages), and the newcomer appeared to be pleading. However, what caught my eye, was an English woman, mid 20’s, waiting at the door – she was fair, wearing a short skirt, and looking very uneasy. She continually glanced around the bar and up and down the street. She had arrived with the Moroccan and, it seemed to me, that she was waiting for him.

Meanwhile, the conversation in front of me appeared to end on a negative note, and the guy left the bar.

I asked Abslam what the chat was about, and he said ‘he wants somewhere to take the woman’, I asked, ‘who is she’, to which he replied ‘ a soldiers Wife – he has picked her up in a bar, but he has nowhere private to take her’.

Without thinking, I blurted out, ‘he can use my flat, give him a shout’. At which, Abslam went to the door and called down the street, to his retreating pal. They came back and the barman explained the situation (the woman, once again, waited at the door) – his friend nodded enthusiastically, and I said ‘follow me’.

I walked out of the bar and down the narrow road to my place – the couple followed just a few steps behind me, until, reaching the communal door to my building, I unlocked it, and bid them to enter.

He was thanking me profusely, in broken English, while she meekly followed him, seemingly unable to look me in the eye.

I climbed the stairs and opened the door to my studio flat. They followed me in and I pointed him over to the bed. He took the hand of the soldier’s Wife (I never knew her name), and led her across the room.

I sank back into the darkness of kitchen area and reached in the fridge for a beer.

He began kissing her and running his hands all over her, in an obvious prelude to Sex – she glanced over at me once or twice, seemingly uneasy about me being there, but unwilling to protest – within minutes he had her on the bed and, still fully clothed, with his trousers around his ankles, he fucked her. Within ten minutes, or so, he groaned his pleasure, and climbed off.

I had watched the whole show from a breakfast stool.

He got off the bed and, while she was replacing her knickers, he fastened up his trousers.

He then took her hand and walked out with her – all the while smiling and thanking me, while she, looking down at the floor, meekly followed him out. She had done what was required for her new man (and, I have since speculated, for her husband, too). I loved every minute of the, all too short, coupling, but it was the submissive, strangers Wife, offering the Moroccan guy her body, that was the real buzz.

Fast forward some years where, my Wife, Jane, has been seeing a Pakistani ‘boyfriend’ for some months. He is a businessman, who enjoys the business of an English Wife – I am happy to go along with this, as I enjoy having her when she returns, and listening to the accounts of her activities. However recently he has become violent and demanding, which, in many methods, suits Jane, as she is very submissive.

He has begun to pimp her out to his friends and company acquaintances, with the certainty of a beating if she does not give them whatever they demand. One of her new ‘friends’ has taken the arrangement one step further and insists that she also work for him.

He has told Jane that he wants wants her to ‘walk the streets’.

In a strange way I discover the idea rather erotic, but, on the other hand, I am fearful of where it might lead. For now, her original boyfriend has stepped in and reclaimed Jane for himself. She is very much like the Wife of my earlier story – meek, submissive, and available. I try to have her in all of the methods that the Asian guys do – straight, Anal, oral and sometimes, Ass to mouth – she often masturbates after Sex, both with me and her ‘friends’ – one of them insisted she do this and it has rather caught on.

I have not decided which direction our lifestyle will take us, however, we have had several offers to meet guys at one of our local dogging sites. I am tempted, and it does seem a fairly straightforward way to get what I want, namely, Jane fucked by strangers. I will, doubtless, let you know if we decide to give this particular activity a go.