Phoebe and I have been married for 14 years and have two children, aged 10 and 12. About six months ago Phoebe was laid off from her job, with a generous severance package, and rather than find another job right away, she decided she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom for awhile.

But since the kids were in school for much of the day, she found that she had a lot of time on her hands. So she started working out regularly at a gym, and in a matter of a few months she lost about 15 pounds, and really toned her body. Her legs were taut, her stomach flat and her ass delectably rounded. She proudly reported that she now measured 36C-25-35, almost the same as when we had gotten married. She also dyed her hair blonde and dramatically changed her wardrobe. Whereas before she had been quite reserved in her dress, she now was going out of her way to flout her figure in tight skirts, hip-hugging slacks, skimpy dresses and low-cut tops.

Shortly after going through this transformation, Phoebe mentioned to me that her girlfriend Jeri liked to go dancing occasionally with a group of friends, and had asked her to join them. When I told her I had no objection, she began staying out late a couple of times a week, while I stayed home with the kids. Supposedly she was out dancing with her friends, but after a while I began to have some suspicions — and some fantasies — about what she was really up to.

For one thing, our sex life was changing also. Formerly we would make love once or twice a week, each of us having a relatively quick orgasm, and that would be it. But after she started going out with her friends, Phoebe started becoming more responsive. She began to moan more when we did it, and it seemed to me that her pussy was not quite as tight as it used to be. Then one night she actually volunteered to give me a blowjob, something she rarely did, and she let me come off in her mouth. About a week after that she asked me to fuck her in the ass, and she had a hugely explosive orgasm. It was then that I decided to confront her the next time she went out.

It was about two in the morning when Phoebe came home a few nights later, after supposedly being out dancing with friends. I had deliberately waited up for her in an effort to find out exactly what was going on. Her hair was disheveled, and her lipstick smeared. She smelled of alcohol and pot. She was wearing a see-through blouse without a bra — although I was pretty sure she’d been wearing one when she went out — and when she sat down across from me, her short skirt revealed that she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pussy lips were red and swollen.

Neither of us said anything at first. Phoebe had a kind of glazed look in her eyes. But when she saw me looking at her pussy, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, then lowered them to her pussy and began playing with herself. Within a few minutes she climaxed. She then got up and walked over to me, sitting on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. Reflexively I kissed her back, our mouths open and our tongues moving rapidly back and forth. She tasted of alcohol, and her saliva was salty from what I instantly concluded was come.

Feeling my raging erection, she slid off my lap, went down on her knees and took out my cock. She then gave me an exquisite blowjob, licking me up and down and then taking my entire prick in her mouth. Never had she deep-throated me so thoroughly. I shot an incredible load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all and licked her lips as she stood up, then lowered herself into her chair again. “Okay,” she said then. “I guess we better talk.”

She started by telling me about her friend Jeri. It seemed that with the encouragement of her husband, who was 20 years older, Jeri had become quite promiscuous. Her husband liked to watch her with other men. It really got him off. But though Jeri had begun having sex with others to please her husband, she had soon found herself doing it for her own pleasure. She liked showing off her body and having sex in unexpected places with whomever caught her fancy.

Phoebe had admired Jeri, and in a way envied her freedom. At the beginning she would go along with Jeri to pick up guys at a dance club, but whereas Jeri would usually take a couple of guys home with her at the end of the evening, Phoebe would only tease the guys she danced with. She liked the game, and the fact that she was able to turn guys on. But that was as far as she went.

Then, about two months ago, Jeri had suggested that as a special treat for her husband, Phoebe join her in one of her after-dance trysts, and Phoebe, who had had more to drink than usual, found herself accepting the idea.

Having made that decision, the next step was to pick out the lucky guys. They had each danced a few dances earlier in the evening with a couple of handsome, well-built men in their late 20s, but those guys were now drinking at the bar with some friends. Phoebe said she knew how to get them back, though. She turned to face the guys, and when one of them glanced over at her, she simply smiled at him and spread her legs. Sure enough, he instantly came over to her and asked her to dance again.

The next dance was a slow number. Cal, Phoebe’s partner, was really good-looking, and she decided there was no sense fooling around. She jammed her body against him and whispered in his ear, telling him how horny she was feeling. Cal said he thought he could take care of that. She then said she was so hot that she didn’t think just one stud would do it for her. She went on to suggest that maybe he and his buddy, along with their other friends, might come back to her girlfriend’s house for a real party. Cal seemed a little stunned, but he said that sounded like a great idea.

When the dance ended, Cal rounded up his buddy and four more of their friends, and they headed out. Three of the guys went with Jeri in her car, while Phoebe went with Cal and two others. She and Cal sat in the back seat, and Phoebe let Cal do whatever he wanted on the way to Jeri’s house. She was really turned on by fooling around with him while his friends watched, and by the time they got there she was ready for anything.

Bob, Jeri’s husband, greeted them at the door. He smiled at Phoebe and said he had been waiting to see her in action for quite some time. He gave them all drinks and lit up a joint, which he passed around. Then he put on some music, and Jeri suggested that she and Phoebe do a dance for the boys. She stood up and began to do a strip, and Phoebe followed suit. At one point Jeri moved toward Phoebe and started to fondle her breasts. When Phoebe didn’t protest, Jeri said that they should really give the guys a show. Feeling somewhat foggy but very turned on, Phoebe went along. She had never really made love to a woman before, but she and Jeri did put on quite a show, ending by tonguing each other’s pussy, while all the guys watched and cheered them on.

Finally Jeri said it was now time to get down to the real business, and they all headed off to the bedroom. Bob sat down in an easy chair while the six studs quickly took off their clothes. Phoebe was nearly bowled over by the sight of all those cocks, most of which, she said, were bigger than mine.

For the next two hours, Phoebe told me, she and Jeri got laid multiple times. At one point Jeri took on three guys at once, but Phoebe wasn’t ready for that yet. She did fuck all of them, though, taking on one after the other. She lost track of the number of times she orgasmed, and she was surprised to find how lustful and wanton she could be, and how wonderful it made her feel.

That had been her baptism into her new lifestyle. For the past two months, she told me, she had been fucking incessantly. Like Jeri, she was now into taking on two or three guys at once, and she loved getting fucked in her twat, ass and mouth at the same time. While she still saw a lot of Jeri, she had also started picking up guys on her own.

“So now you know what your wife has become,” Phoebe said finally. “I hope you can live with it, because I’m not going to change. But I still love you, and I hope we can go on being married.”

I was too stunned to say anything. I had suspected that my wife was fooling around, but I had never envisioned anything like this! I could only stare at her, until she finally stood up, saying, “Well, you think about it. I’m going to bed.” And she did.

It is now almost daybreak, and I have sat up all night trying to get my thoughts straight. I really haven’t the slightest idea what is going to happen with us now. When I find out I’ll let you know.

— D.F., Columbus, Ohio