Restaurant sex

Took my wife Andrea out to a local restaurant six weeks ago. She asked me as we were waiting for our deserts, why the three guys across from us had not stopped staring at her.
I knew exactly who they were and told her not to say anything. I also said we'd skip desert and get the bill.
My wife headed off to the ladies and I saw all three men get up too.
My wife took nearly quarter of an hour to return, and when she did, she looked flushed.
I'd already paid, so we left. But not before I saw two of the men grinning at me as they walked back to their table.
The third then returned and gave me a nod. Reluctantly I nodded back, knowing if I didn't I wouldn't be walking out unhurt.
In our car my wife sat silent almost all the way home. Then just before I pulled up in front of our home, Andrea quietly said sorry.
I knew why.
She told me nevertheless as we sat in our lounge. All three men had entered the ladies toilets behind her. And all three men had had my wife suck on their cocks. The oldest then fucked my wife, as the other two jacked off in her face. He'd fucked her so hard and so good, she told me it was the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. He dumped his load all over her arse after pulling out and made her scoop it off her skin, before having her lick her fingers and hand clean.
He was washing his cock my wife said, as she and the other two men walked out.
The reason I'd nodded, knowing they'd probably just fucked my wife, is you don't refuse Mr G. Not if you want to go home that night.
Since then my wife arrives home late from work most evenings. I can smell the sex and she doesn't deny when I ask, if Mr G has been with her. She doesn't deny his big black cock has just stretched her pussy and arsehole and deposited his cum so I can smell his essence.
He'll grow bored of my wife as he always does, and move onto another twenty something married woman. But by then I might already have lost her to bigger and more virile men.

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