When you've been married for a couple of years it is almost inevitable that your sexlife becomes routine. My wife's and mine wasn't any exeption. Until...

We made plans for an evening out with dinner and dance. We dressed up and my wife put on a really sexy dress in red with white dots. How it stayed up I don't now because it had no straps and she wasn't wearing any bra either.

We had a drink at home before we went to the restaurant. We ordered food and drinks and danced while everything was prepared for us. We met some of our friends male as well as some female, and as a consequence of this one of our male friends turned up at our table when he saw that we had finished our meal and asked if he could dance with my wife. I reluctantly agreed and went to the bar where I had spotted some friends of mine and talked with them.

My wife danced several dances and when she came back to me she was hot and perspiring. If I had known then what I later found out I would have noticed that it was only two of our friends she had been dancing with. While we sat at our table one of them came over with a couple of drinks. We thanked him and my wife who was very thirsty by now drank hers rather quickly and soon you could tell that the alcohol had taken its toll on her and she started to chatter away, a sure sign of tipsiness.

When we had finished our meal she danced again with the two guys. The next couple of dances she danced with me. Suddenly my wife tells me that she is horny. I could tell she really was due to the way she moved her body while we danced. She also told me that she had made her other two dance-companions hot by pressing her against their crotches while dancing and that she could feel their hardons.

"Beware, darling, you could be seduced on the dance-floor," I laughed. We sat and after a while one of the guys again asked her to dance. By now I was able to put names on them. The one dancing with my wife now was Kent, he was a teacher at our kids school, the other was Carl a guy who we ran into at the tennis-court with Kent. I watched Karin and Kent dance and I noticed that they talked a lot.

She was escorted back to our table after the dance and after a while my wife said she had to go to the bathroom. She just had disappeared around the corner when I saw Kent stand and follow her.

Out of sheer curiosity I followed just in time to see them leave the restaurant. Behind the building there are some small huts used for changing into swimsuits. They are real close to each other, barely two meters in between them.

They disappear between two huts and I sneak closer to get a better view. I can see my wife standing with her back against the wall of one of the huts getting kissed by Kent.

I start to get a hardon and a twinge of jealousy when Kent starts to caress my wife. He starts on her neck and shoulders and when my wife doesn't stop him he gets more adventurous and puts his hand inside her dress. This causes one of her tits to fall out.

He plays with her nipple which is standing straight out. They stand caressing each other for a while. Suddenly Kent pulls my wife's dress down to her waist and she stands there with her tits on show. She presses his head down and he starts to suck on them and his hands start to roam further down.

I was so occupied watching Kent's hands that I had forgotten all about my wife's when I suddenly notice that she has them deep inside his trousers. What she is doing I don't have to guess. Kent's hands are lifting my wife's dress up along her legs and she is standing there with her dress bundled around her waist and I can clearly see my wife's panties in the dim light.

"Oh my god," I think, "What am I allowing my wife to do with a near stranger?"

Karin was a virgin when we first met and had never been touched by another man in this way.

Kent's caresses becomes more intense and my wife is worming against him when he suddenly yanks her panties down so they fall down at her ankles and she kicks them away.

I can clearly see her hairy pussy even from this distance on show for me and for Kent. I can see how he is working on her clitoris. My wife spreads her legs further apart and Kent falls down on his knees and buries his head between her thighs and starts to lick her juicy pussy. I can tell that she likes it as her hips start to roll even wilder.

When he again stand up she get her hands down between them and I can hear the whisper of his zipper being lowered and Karin pulls out his stiff cock.

Of course she isn't going to let him put it into her I think at the same time as my hardon gets even harder. Just then they are disturbed when another couple strolls by them and they hurriedly get their clothes in order.

I can hear my wife tell Kent that it was nice and that it was a pity they had been disturbed and that she still was horny but that they had better get inside again since I must be wondering what took her so long.

I hurried back inside the restaurant. Karin came in shortly after me pretending nothing had happened. We danced till the orchestra took their last break for the evening and again my wife said she had to go to the bathroom. I said I would be in the bar talking to my friends and have a final drink.

As soon as she has disappeared I looked over at the table where Kent and Carl sat and saw them both stand and follow my wife. I follow and notice that Karin has taken another way down to the beach and the open huts there. I understand that they are heading there all three and I can feel my cock stir.