“You can stay where you are and read the paper, it’s OK,” my wife said, “I’m just going to take Skip for a walk.”

I looked around but she was already out the door. To be honest I didn’t question her recent interest in taking the dog for a walk. Could it be that she was feeling guilty about her previous omissions. I carried on reading the paper and sipping my wine, until I needed to pee and went up the stairs to do so.

As I walked towards the bathroom I noticed something pink down next to the washing basket. I bent to pick it up and saw that it was the knickers that I had left out for her that morning. It seemed more than odd that she would put on a clean pair to take the dog out. I didn’t think that very likely as she isn’t even allowed to open her underwear drawer as I always choose her underwear, if I want her to wear any. I distinctly remembered leaving these out for her this morning. She can take them off any time she likes but always leaves them on top of the dresser for me. Why would she take them off and drop them out of sight – unless she wanted me to think she was still wearing them?

I used the toilet and went back downstairs and sat back down to continue to read the paper but couldn’t concentrate ... My wife had to be deliberately taking the dog for a walk with no knickers on under her short skirt, and without being told to. The more I thought about the situation the more curious I became. Finally, I knew that I had to know for sure what was going on.

I walked down to the park, just a few streets away. It was where we always took the dog for its exercise. She had been gone for quite a few minutes so I walked as fast as I could. When I got there I took the path that I usually did when it was my turn to walk the dog. The path I was on allowed me to see quite a way into the distance and I considered that if she had gone this way I would have been able to see her. The only other route was via the picnic tables, so I quickly headed that way.

I soon saw the first of the picnic tables. Then I noticed the dog, his leash tied to one of the tables. He was laying down and looked to be fast asleep. I looked for my wife at the table but there was no one there.

Now I was really curious. Suddenly, I saw movement at another table the other side of the picnic area. I moved towards it, keeping in the shadows. I could hear, softly, a male voice. Then I cocked my ear and heard smacking sounds like something wet being hit by something that was also wet. I could also hear moaning. Female moaning. I knew it was my wife. Was she being raped? I could make out at least three figures besides hers. One was behind her. Her skirt was evidently pushed up as I could see her white arse cheeks and the whiteness of one of the male figures as he sawed back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her horny cunt.

She was being fucked, HARD. I moved as close as I dared. If my wife was being raped it was by at least three men. I was about to rush over to them when I heard the male voice more clearly. “Oh yes that’s right baby just keep sucking my cock and I’ll give you something to drink like always.” (As always?) The man, who I now saw was sitting on the table with his feet on the seat and his legs wide open.

My wife’s head was in his lap and it bobbed up and down. She was sucking the guy’s cock while another one was fucking her from behind.

About that time the man fucking her began to grunt and then held himself against her arse. He had just cum in her cunt. He moved aside and a second man took his place. I could clearly see his big white cock in the light of the street light on the path as he stroked it and then stuck it straight into her cunt. I could swear that she pushed her arse up and back to help him. She was definitely not being raped.

The fact was that she was clearly here of her own free will and being fucked royally. As my eyes became accustomed to the dusk I could see more of the cock she was busy sucking. From the long up and down bobbing she was doing it had to be a very long cock. I heard her moan as she held her head down on the man’s cock. She was deep-throating him.

She rarely sucked me for more than a couple of minutes when we fucked. Here she had been sucking the big cock of the man for at least ten minutes that I had watched and probably some time before I arrived. As I watched the man behind her did as the first had done and grunted as he dumped his load into her cunt.

As he moved away there was already another man stepping out of the shadows and walking up behind her stroking his long fat cock as he approached. Silently he grasped her arse and fed his cock into her an inch at a time before grounding out on her cunt lips. Then he started to pump in and out of her as she continued to bob up and down on the man’s cock. I watched for minutes as he smashed his cock into her cunt. I knew she liked it like that and that was most probably squeezing his cock as hard as she could to savour every single sensation of the pummelling her cunt and lips were getting.

When he grunted and dumped his load of spunk into her cunt – that was three loads of spunk that I had seen, maybe there had been more before I had arrived too. The men walked away without a word. Not one of them had said a word to her and she never even turned to see who they were.

I was still thinking about how many anonymous cocks had fucked my wife that night when I heard the man say “Alright love here it comes.” He made some sounds and she choked some and then I saw her begin to lick the cock off. She appeared to be stroking it, obviously encouraging the last few drops of cum to appear on the end of his cock so she could lick them off.

Then he slid off the table turned her around and laid her across the table. He pulled her legs up high and spread them wide, then he went down on her cunt. There were some licking and sucking sounds for a few minutes and then he said “I think that got most of it love.”

She sat up and slid off the table. She slid her fingers into her cunt and moved them around some before removing them and licking them clean. “That should be clean enough to not be noticeable” she said and laughed and began to pull her skirt down to cover up her naked cunt and then she spoke “You can have more here tomorrow night,” she said “I absolutely love lots of cocks.” Was this my prim wife talking? This was not the woman that I knew. The man kissed her then drifted off in the shadow of the path. I was about to confront her but I thought better. I saw her head toward Skip and I left as quietly as possible. I beat her home by five minutes. I was sat as I had been when she left, now working on the crossword. She let Skip off the leash and said “I think I’ll have a quick shower before bed and then disappeared upstairs.

I pondered for a long time over what I had just seen. I was as curious about my own (in)actions as I was my wife’s. The woman I had seen in the park was not the same woman I was married to.

The next night, as soon as she left for Skip’s walk I was right behind her. I kept her in sight as she walked up the path toward the picnic tables. She tied Skip to the same table she had the night before. I saw her approach the same man I had seen before and to my astonishment they kissed. She moulded her body to his for a good five minutes. Then I saw movement as several men emerged from the shadows. They held back as my wife and her lover kissed hotly then he led her to the same table as before.

He dropped his pants and I could see that I had been right about the size of the man’s cock. It was large, very large. “Oh it’s real big tonight,” I heard her say “Please ... fuck me with it tonight.”