Where to start? When I met my wife, twenty years ago, she had a history. She was a stunning redhead, hair the colour of gold, and a figure to match. Of course I wasn't the only one who had eyes for her, and she had no shortage of admirers, a few of them lucky enough to share her bed. When she and I got serious and talked about tying the knot, I knew I had trouble on my hands but like all full blooded men I reckoned I could handle it. I guessed that if I could satisfy her she wouldn't want to wander, so for months we went at it like a couple of horny rabbits. But she had an insatiable appetite, and after a while I realised that she was 'topping up' our regular sessions by seeing other guys - not too regularly, but once in a while. At first I was angry, but I knew it wouldn't be easy from the start, and in every other way she was the perfect partner. Also she didn't deny that she was having the occasional fling, and she felt comfortable enough to talk about it, especially during the course of our sex sessions. This was one heck of a turn on for me, and she knew that so long as she didn't overdo it, I wouldn't complain.