Even after having two children, my wife Jill is now in better shape than when I married her.

She is five feet five and 115 pounds, with dark red hair and firm 34C breasts. She’d been an innocent virgin when we married, but over the years, with a push from me and a little help from others, she has turned into an exhibitionist nympho slut. And I couldn’t be happier.

The first time Jill really let herself loose was when we took a weekend trip to Las Vegas, where we saw several casino shows that featured topless women, as well as visiting a high-class strip club.

Jill was so turned on by this that I was able to persuade her to wear a sheer blouse with no bra when we went out for dinner, telling her that her tits were as good as any of those on the dancers we’d seen. She got a lot of attention that night, with many men ogling her and deliberately passing by our table so they could get a closer look.

The restaurant had a four-piece band playing dance tunes, and Jill told me she liked the looks of them, so when they took a break, I asked our waitress to give them all drinks on us. When she did so, they all came over to our table to thank us — although I knew that Jill’s tits were the real attraction.

After a bit of chat, during which my wife surreptitiously opened a couple of buttons on her blouse, they asked if we would like to go back to their hotel room after their last set. We said yes, and that was when Jill had her first gang bang, which she thoroughly enjoyed. After we got home, Jill continued her wanton ways, but more discreetly. But discretion went by the boards when we took a Christmas vacation at a resort in Mexico. I had booked a ninth-floor corner suite overlooking the ocean, and once we had checked in I surprised my wife by breaking out a special bathing suit I had bought for her. It had a flesh-colored top with a leaf print, and I had cut out two half-dollar-size circles just over the nipples. The bottom consisted of a little brown patch over her pussy, with a flesh-colored ribbon running up her ass crack. At first Jill said she couldn’t wear it in public, but of course she did.

We went out to take a walk along the beach. Not many people were out yet, though we did get a few startled stares — or at least Jill did. At the south end of the beach was a small tavern, with four guys sitting at a table inside. We went in, and Jill went to the bar to order us some drinks, while I hit the restroom. When I came out, Jill was sitting at the guys’ table, talking and laughing with them, and I could see that her exposed nipples were standing up stiffly. As I watched, one of the guys reached out and took one of them in his fingers, rolling it and pulling it out even further, while Jill just sat there and let him do it. When I came up to the table, my wife smiled up at me and asked me if it would be all right if she invited the boys to come back to the hotel with us. If I had said no just then, I think she might have divorced me. So it was a good thing I didn’t want to say no.

As we got close to the hotel I asked Jill if she wanted to cover up, but she said she was so hot, she didn’t care who saw her. She got a few stares as we entered the lobby, but the elevator was waiting. As soon as the doors closed, the guys were all over Jill, and both parts of her bathing suit were soon on the floor. I told them it was a bit of a walk from the elevator to our room, and they told me they would stay close around her, so on one would see. But they lied.

It turned out that the guys were football players at a college in Ohio, and were down here on their Christmas break, hoping to score with strange girls. But I don’t think they had dreamed of getting half as lucky as this! Jill was really hot to trot, and each of them had her three times as she came again and again, her nipples never going soft.

After drinking our minibar dry and having another round with my wife, the boys took a long nap. When they woke up they were revitalized again, but I was getting hungry, and I invited them to have dinner with us at a popular restaurant close by. Jill put on a pair of loose shorts and a halter tied under her breasts. The place was very crowded, with people waiting in line to get in. I went up to the doorman and offered him 100 pesos if he could slip us in. He said, “Money is nice, señor, but a kiss from your woman would go a long way.”

When Jill heard that she went up to him and kissed him on the mouth. The doorman reached into her halter and, right in front of the waiting crowd, pulled out one of her tits and sucked at it! Well, we got in all right, with Jill a little out of breath. The room was dimly lit by candlelight only, and we sat at a round table in a corner, with Jill and two of the guys with their backs to the other tables. Almost as soon as we sat down, Jill gave me a little wink and swiftly untied her halter and opened the top of her shorts. Aside from us, the only one who could see this was our waiter, who quickly took advantage of this obvious invitation by rubbing her tits with one hand as he filled our water glasses with the other.

All this attention to her tits had my wife breathing hard, and now she surprised even me by smiling at the waiter and asking him if he’d like to fuck her! Of course he said yes, and told her to follow him, which she did. Fifteen minutes later she was back, her shorts buttoned up now but her halter still untied. The boys enjoyed the view all through dinner, and when we left the place Jill kissed the doorman again and promised him that we would be back.

Our Ohio friends spent the night with us, but we had to part with them the next morning, as I had chartered a boat to take us on a fishing trip. Jill wore a swimsuit with a light cover-up jacket, as it could get cool in the mornings, plus a big floppy hat. There were two other men on the trip, one from Texas and one from New Hampshire. At one point Jill hooked what seemed to be quite a large fish, and the captain of the boat helped her reel it in, which wasn’t easy. It took a long time, and at the end Jill was sweating bullets. She said she wanted to take her top off, and the men were stunned when she took off not only her jacket, but her bathing suit top as well.

She then smiled at the captain and asked him to feel how sweaty she was. Soon the captain was rubbing her tits, while the other two guys gathered around to stroke her shoulders and back. Pretty soon Jill disappeared into the cabin with the guy from Texas. They were soon followed by the New Hampshire man, and later on the captain asked me to steer the boat while he took his turn. We didn’t catch many more fish after that, mostly because the guys were more interested in doing other things.

A couple of days later Jill and I went on a guided tour into the country for some sightseeing. On the way back, our young driver asked us if we would be interested in checking out a legal whorehouse. Jill’s only question was whether there were male as well as female whores at this place, and when the driver assured her that they catered to both sexes, she said sure.

The place turned out to be a large round building, and when we got inside I saw about half a dozen young women sitting around, but no men. Our driver then spoke to the woman who appeared to be in charge. She called out something in Spanish, and a moment later four large, good-looking men entered, wearing only tight jockey shorts. Jill looked them over and chose two of them, “to start with,” as she said. They took her out back to a small room, where they spent three hours with her. Afterwards even my nympho wife had had enough for the present, but she made me promise we would come back before our vacation was over, so she could sample the other two.

She recovered quickly, however, and on the drive back to the hotel she sat in front with the driver, teasing him unmercifully, while I watched from the back. As she stroked his cock through his pants, she began to tell him all about what those two guys had done with her. She said they had started out by asking her how rough she wanted it, which surprised her, for she had never particularly been into rough sex. But, she said, the question had started her juices flowing — not that I had ever known her when her juices weren’t flowing — and she’d told them they could do anything they wanted, as long as she had the option to call a halt if things got too unpleasant.

They had started by tying her down spread-eagled on the bed, which to her surprise had turned her on tremendously. Then one of the men had begun to slap her face lightly and rhythmically, while the other had proceeded to eat her pussy. The combination of her helplessness, the mild pain and the intense pleasure was so incredible that she had started to come within minutes, and had hardly stopped for the three hours they had worked on her.

By this time she had opened the driver’s fly and was stroking his rigid naked dick. My dick was hard too as I listened to her going on to describe the other things they had done, some of them so intense and bizarre that I wondered if she was making it up. The driver was moaning as she played with him, and I could only hope he was still able to concentrate on the road.

But we got to the hotel all right, and as we approached it, Jill told the driver to pull up around the back, where it was darker, rather than stop in front. He did so, and the moment he parked Jill got up on her knees on the car seat, then leaned down and took his turgid cock in her mouth. The guy gave a loud cry, then threw back his head and tangled his fingers in her hair as her head began to move up and down. He didn’t last half a minute, but that didn’t stop her; when he came she just swallowed it down with three big gulps, then went on sucking him until he was hard again, a minute later. Still she didn’t stop. Soon he was twisting and writhing in his seat, groaning with pleasure and babbling about how fantastic her mouth felt.

My own dick was throbbing like crazy, and finally I had to have some relief. I got out of the car and opened the passenger door, unzipping my pants and crawling in behind my wife. It was quite crowded in there, but I managed to lift up her skirt and pull down her thong. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and I was unable to get to her pussy; but at that point I was not to be frustrated. Her ass was sticking up in the air, and I pulled her buttocks apart to expose her asshole. It was not dry; it was evident that the two guys from the whorehouse had made use of it, and that, plus the fact that my precome was flowing freely, provided all the lubrication I needed.

Jill moaned around the driver’s cock as I pressed the head of my dick firmly against her little rosebud, but soon she was pushing back at me as I worked my way inside her. Once I got past her sphincter muscles it was fairly easy going, and then I was reaming her ass with powerful strokes, and the cries and exhortations from her stuffed mouth were mingling with the driver’s groans, and with my own hoarse sounds as I continued to plough into her. I reached around her body to clamp my hands over her tits, then slid one hand down to her clit, causing her to jerk strongly. I knew I was going to come very soon, and I tweaked and rubbed at that clit to get Jill to come too. Which she did, finally raising her face from the driver’s lap to shriek out her passion.

Just as she did that he erupted, shooting his come right into her contorted face. When she turned her head to look back at me, I saw his jism running down her cheeks and over her mouth. The sight was so hot it sent me over the edge, and I shot everything I had up into my wife’s still spasming ass.

After we returned from that vacation, Jill no longer worried about discretion, even at home. She enjoys showing herself off, she loves sex and gang bangs, and she doesn’t care who she shocks. That’s who she is, and that’s the way I love her.