Bev and I had been married almost fifteen years before the desire to see her with another man hit me. It happened at a family wedding reception where the drinks were flowing freely. It was half way through the evening, every one had swallowed enough to be mellow and Bev was on the dance floor with some guy from the bride's side of the family. I could tell from the way that the man held Bev and the way he moved his hands over her body that what he wanted was to get her out of the building and onto the back seat of his car. Bev had just enough booze in her that she wasn't objecting to the man's roaming hands and I began to wonder if he could get her outside and what would Bev do if he did? Then of course I wondered what I would do if it happened and the more I wondered the more I thought that I would do nothing except watch. Why would I do otherwise? Bev has had more passes made at her over the years than I could count and she has always turned them away. If all of a sudden she let it go too far wouldn't I do more harm than good by rushing in to say "stop that?" The man did maneuver her outside and they did swap tongues for several minutes, but as soon as he got his hand under her skirt she slapped him and came back inside. I was surprised to find that I was disappointed that it didn't go further.

On the way home that night I asked her if she'd ever thought about having sex with another man and she laughed and said, "All the time baby, all the time. I've even come close a time or two. I almost did it tonight." Her answer caught me totally off guard because quite frankly I had expected here to say no.

"What happened tonight?" I asked.

She described what had happened with the man she had been dancing with (not knowing that I had seen it all) and said, "If he had been a little more patient and had taken his time he just might have been my first."

I was shaken by her matter of fact attitude and even more shaken up when she slid over next to me and said, "Why baby? Does the idea of me with another man excite you?" She put her hand on my cock, which just happened to be rock hard, and giggled, "My oh my. Maybe I should have let Chuck score tonight then you could have had sloppy seconds. Does the thought of that turn you on? Would you really like to slide your cock in me after another man has fucked me?"

I looked over at her, "You really would have done it if he had gone slower?"

She gave my leg a pat and said, "No baby. Someday when the kids are grown up and gone maybe I will, but until then you will have to settle for being my only lover."

After that, human nature being what it is, every time I saw Bev talking to a guy I wondered what she would look like fucking him.

Seven more years went by and then finally we were alone. For the last seven years I had fantasized about Bev having sex with other men and surprisingly enough she was the one who brought it up. One week after our youngest was married Bev said, "Remember that little talk we had on the way home from Sarah's wedding?"

When I nodded yes she said, "I'm ready to go for it now, do you think you can handle it?"

I shrugged my shoulders and she said, "Hey sweetie, we need to be on the same page here. Some of the guys I want to sleep with are friends of yours and two of them are related to you. Before I do any thing I've got to be sure that it won't hurt us."

That made me stop and think. I'd always assumed that if she tried on anybody it would be some one that we knew and that she liked, but two of my relatives? That I wasn't sure I could handle and I told Bev that.

"Who are the two relatives?"

"Your brother and your cousin Al."

"Why them?"

"I don't really know other than animal magnetism. Both of them have hit on me and I suppose that might have something to do with it."

"My brother and my cousin have hit on you?"

Bev laughed, "Honey, all of your male relatives have hit on me at one time or another including your father."

"So what you are telling me is that you don't expect any problem in getting laid. Who is going to be first and when is it going to happen?"

She grinned, "The first will be the next one to hit on me. The when will be the first available opportunity. Are you absolutely sure that you are okay with it?'

I said yes and told her to go for it.

It happened sooner than I expected. When I got home from work the next day Bev hollered at me from the bedroom and told me to come up stairs. I walked into the bedroom and found Bev naked on a messed up bed. She spread her legs and I could see her cum soaked pussy hairs, "I did it baby, I was a slut today. Come and get your sloppy seconds."

As I undressed she told me what had happened. My cousin Al had returned the floor jack that he had borrowed and Bev had asked him if he wanted to stay for a cup of coffee. They had sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee and then Al had made a half hearted pass at Bev and she had surprised him by getting up and going over to him and sitting on his lap.

"What do you have in mind Al? You want to fuck me? You want to take me upstairs and fuck me on my bed? You want me to suck your cock? Come on Al, just say it. I won't do it unless you tell me what you want."

Al had finally managed to get his shit together, at least enough to tell Bev that yes indeed, he did want to take her to her bed and fuck her. She had taken him by the hand and had led him upstairs.

"He fucked me three times sweetie and he just left so it should be good and sloppy for you."

It was. It was wet and sloppy and hot and it felt great.

"Come on baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me forget Al's hard cock baby, fuck me and make me forget Al."

And I did my best to do what she was asking. I don't believe that I have ever fucked Bev as hard as I did that night or as many times. I fell asleep around midnight, totally exhausted. Bev was still asleep when I went to work the next morning and I spent most of the day at work wondering what was in store for me when I got home that night. I rushed home to find Bev in the kitchen fixing dinner. She saw the look on my face and said, "Sorry baby, no slut here today. Do you really expect me to fuck some one ever day from now on? Not going to happen baby, just not going to happen."

It was two weeks before it happened again. We were at a birthday party for my brother and about an hour into it Bev came up to me and said, "If you don't see me for a while don't worry about it. Birthday boy asked me what I was going to give him for a present. I asked him what he wanted and he told me so I am going to slip off and see that he gets it."

She kissed me, "Think about me letting a hard cock slide into my pussy. Think about the mouth that just kissed you sucking another man's cock and think how hot, wet and sloppy my cunt is going to be when we get home."

Well, she was wrong about that part, we never made it home, but we did almost make it to jail. When we got in the car to go home that night Bev slid over next to me and said, "Kiss me baby" and when I did she said, "Could you taste him? He came in my mouth twice. Could you tell? He came three times in other places too."

She started to describe what she and my brother had done together and I couldn't hold off any longer. I pulled over to the side of the road, pushed Bev back on the seat and started fucking her. She felt loose and sloppy, but I didn't care. My cock was soaking in her hot box and that's all that mattered. I was right on the edge of cumming when all of a sudden red, yellow and blue lights seemed to fill the car. Before Bev and I could sit up there was a tap on the window and a flashlight beam illuminated us. We ended up getting two tickets; one for indecent public behavior and one for disturbing the peace, which I thought was terribly ironic because that's what they did to us - disturbed the piece. When we pulled away from the side of the road we were quiet for the first couple of miles and then Bev started to giggle and by the time we got home we were both laughing about it. When we got home we raced for the bedroom and then fucked like rabbits until two in the morning.