I get blamed for her adventure.

Last year I had been busy at work, and I had not used all my vacation time, so my wife and I took a four-day weekend and flew to Florida. Her mom agreed to watch the kids. We rented a condo within walking distance of the ocean. Being early December, it was off season and not very crowded. Our first day we just relaxed. In the afternoon of the second day, four guys arrived at the unit next to us and they were in the mood to party. It had turned cooler, and it was not pleasant to get in the water. The guy’s place had a large hot tub on the deck, and they invited us over as they grilled out. I was a bit surprised that my wife was willing to get in the hot tub in her bikini in front of the guys, but she enjoyed hanging out with them and playing board games until nearly one in the morning. I couldn't help but notice that they enjoyed the eye candy and she was enjoying their attention.

That night back in our cabin, my wife was on fire in bed. I barely touched her, and she had a massive orgasm, and then we had sex for over an hour. She wouldn’t say what was turning her on, but I had a pretty good idea, and it related to being the only woman in a hot tub with a bunch of good-looking single guys. I was quite aware of how closely this matched one of her favorite fantasies.

She didn’t say anything the next morning about being so turned on the night before and we spent most of the day riding a couple rented bicycles along the beachfront and shopping. That evening, our last before heading home, the guys invited us over again for another barbeque and my wife eagerly accepted without even asking me. I had planned on taking her to a romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. My wife was so happy running around in her bikini in front of them and getting all their attention. I just sat back and watched. I admit I was a bit jealous when their interaction went a little beyond just flirtation. Nothing crazy, but little touches here and there, sitting a little too close on the couch, a seemingly innocent pat on the ass. But I was also curious about how far my wife would let this go.

Just like the previous evening, my wife was incredibly horny when we got in our bed. This time, however, I only gently caressed her and didn’t permit her reach an orgasm. I wanted this to last and it was driving her crazy. After about ten minutes, I whispered in her ear a question. I asked her if she wanted to go back to their place without me. She immediately got serious and almost begged me not to ask her that question. She sternly stated that she didn’t know if she would say no if I asked again. I had obviously touched a sensitive nerve. At first I didn’t say anything but just kept caressing her and she laid back down. There was a trembling in her, and she had goosebumps all over her body as I continued stimulating her body. We both knew what she was imagining. If I could feel her nearing orgasm, I would slow the rhythm of my touch as if to hold her just short of the precipice. I wanted her to enjoy this.

Still curious about how far she wanted to go with this fantasy, we started a whispered conversation with the obvious implied subject. I asked, “Do you want to?”, and she quietly responded ‘yes’. ‘All four of them?”, “yes”, “Do you really want to?”, “yes”. She was practically ready to explode. Any slight motion of my fingers, would cause her to shake. Then I asked, “Do you want permission?”, “maybe”, “do you think you could do it?”, “hell yes”. The conversation only increased her stimulation, as if that were possible. With her still trembling on the edge of the abyss, I whispered in her ear, “Permission granted, go have fun”. I thought that would bring her to an intense orgasm. Instead, she asked me, "Seriously?", "Yes", "No regrets?", "You have my permission". Then without a word, she jumped out of bed, wrapped herself in only her lace see through robe and quicky left.

I know this is going to sound stupid, but honestly I didn't expect her to actually go. Although extremely excited, I remember lying in bed surprised that my wife was in fact heading over to have sex with four guys and wondering why in the hell I had encouraged her to do it. I was a bundle of mixed emotions, but I knew I couldn’t exactly go and get her back now. I thought about going over and watching, but I thought that would be weird, as if it were not weird enough already. I was also so horny myself, but I knew that if I jacked off, my emotions might go sideways. So, I just waited, trying to occupy my mind and not go crazy. I took a sleeping pill and a couple shots of whiskey to calm my nerves. That was a bad idea because, I soon passed out.

Sunlight was just starting to lighten the room when I awoke. My wife was sleeping soundly next to me, and we were cuddling. At first I wondered if what I remembered was just a dream. I pulled the sheets away and inspected her body. I don't know what I was expecting, but there was no obvious evidence that anything happened. Now I was pissed at myself for passing out. I really wanted to talk to her. Still, I didn’t want to wake her, and I just held her for the longest time. Eventually I got up and realized that we needed to start packing. Checkout time was at ten and it was just after eight. I packed everything but her stuff. While loading the truck, I talked briefly with two of the guys in the driveway. It was very cordial. I realized later that they may not have known that I was aware of what my wife’s actions. She could have just sneaked out after I went to sleep.

Around nine-thirty, I woke her up. She was a bit panicked at how long she slept. She showered, finished packing, and we left. Although I was longing for any details, still nothing was mentioned about the events of the previous evening. In fact, she seemed a bit short with me. At first I thought it was because I had let her sleep so long, but I realized it was something else.

We have driven for over an hour and my wife had not spoken a word other than to tell me what she wanted for breakfast at the drive through at McD’s. She wouldn't even look at me and just stared out her side window. I repeatedly asked if she was ok. Finally she said that she was a little sore. It was the first admission regarding what had happened. I was still very curious and excited to hear her tell me details. She would have none of that. Instead, she asked me why I had made her do it. I tried to explain that we had discussed it, and that she said she wanted it. I reminded her that she was so fucking horny at the thought of doing four guys at once, something she had always fantasized about, that I was only encouraging her to do what she wanted. She was obviously not pleased with what she had done and was trying to blame me for it. When I tried to explain that I didn’t exactly force her to go, she only got even more pissed at me. I’m not sure how her willingly participating in a gangbang became my fault, but apparently it was. We fought for over an hour and finally ended up agreeing to never discuss the adventure again.

It had been just over two months now and I get extremely horny thinking about my wife fucking four guys at once and I jack off continuously, but I don't even have specific details and I can’t even ask her about it.