Introducing Leslie to swinging

My wife Leslie had been married before me—it wasn't a happy marriage, but these things happen. Basically, she'd only "known" one man before me, thanks to the strict restrictions her family imposed on her life. When I met her, she'd gone six years without sex after her divorce.

We got married and are a happy couple. My God, this woman had become a volcano within two years.

During one of our heated "sessions," I couldn't resist asking her—while she was burning mid-passion—if she might want more dicks to play with. She reacted by climaxing instantly.

So, with careful persuasion, discussion, and a bit of gentle insistence, she finally admitted that perhaps… someday… she might try it.

I had no intention of waiting for that vague "someday," so I devised a very naughty plan.

We went out for drinks. In our town, there are some bars mostly frequented by white men looking for a night of cocktails, a few drinks, and—if possible—pussy.

After sharing some breezers at home, we went out. We chose to sit at a table already occupied by two guys. Both shamelessly stared at my wife the moment she sat down. I figured it wouldn't take much to get them in the right mood.

We started talking, had a few more drinks, and Leslie visibly began getting aroused.

I decided to go to the bathroom. One of the guys also went to piss. While we stood at the urinals, I casually asked him if he'd like to fuck my wife.

He thought for maybe two seconds before a huge grin spread across his face.

I asked if he could bring his friend too. He assured me he could do even better—how about four men?

I agreed. He made a quick call, then we returned to the table.

My wife was deep in conversation with the other man. My new conspirator sat beside her, whispered something to his friend, and they both began complimenting her, buying her drinks, and casually touching her here and there. Leslie responded with enthusiastic nods and radiant smiles.

I decided to step back for a while and observe.

It took less than half an hour for my wife to become very playful. The guys touched her legs under her skirt, squeezed her ass, even groped her tits—all with her clear approval.

It was quite a show watching her revel in the attention and react so eagerly.

I told her I was going to buy some things and would be back later, but if she wanted to go have fun, one of the guys would happily accompany her. Then I left.

I waited outside, curious to see what would happen.

About thirty minutes later, Leslie came out of the bar, tenderly supported by the two guys. A car pulled up—already occupied by two more men. She climbed into the back seat, sandwiched between the original pair.

The car drove off. I went home.

I lay down around seven in the morning. Leslie still hadn't returned. I fell asleep.

Around noon, the sound of a tuktuk woke me. I looked out the window and saw her paying the driver. A moment later, I heard her come in.

After a few minutes, she entered the bedroom. I pretended to have just woken up.

I observed her. She looked completely wrecked—and reeked of sex.

I asked why she was so late and where she'd been. At first she clammed up, but I insisted she tell me the truth.

It took some persuading, but eventually the story spilled out.

Sometime after I left the bar, the guys started fondling her—happily—and she admitted she liked it. She encouraged them.

After a while, one called a car. It arrived already holding two more guys.

She got in between the original pair. They began touching her immediately—with her full consent. The man in the front seat turned around and pulled her legs until she lay flat on the back seat.

Three pairs of hands roamed everywhere—under her skirt, inside her blouse, all over her body—as she moaned her approval.

One suggested continuing at someone's house. Upon arriving, Leslie was eagerly guided to a bed, stripped naked, fingered until she was dripping, then thoroughly fucked.

All four men took her, several times each. Semen dripped from her vagina.

After hours of relentless sex, everyone collapsed exhausted.

In the morning, the entire party restarted. They fucked her several more times, with wild enthusiasm.

Two more guys showed up later. They fucked her too, and she welcomed them eagerly.

The last round ended around eleven. Then they thanked Leslie and sent her home.

In total, she estimated she'd been fucked around twenty times. Most of the semen had been emptied deep inside her vagina.

My wife was deeply ashamed and afraid I'd be angry. Instead, I hugged her, told her I loved her, and fucked her hard.

Afterwards, I asked if she'd enjoyed the sex.

She'd loved it—so much. She couldn't even count how many times she'd come; it'd been one long chain of explosions.

I asked if she wanted more.

—Ah, yes… —she whispered.

Since then, we've visited a couples and singles' club during vacations… and there I watched her do her thing.