Throughout our married life, my wife Jane has had sex with other men at my insistence - she is highly sexed, and more than willing to allow me to have her used in this way. I believe that my unusual appreciation of extra-marital sex stemmed from a singular experience in my bachelor days. The incident occurred at a time when I was working and living in Gibraltar, and produced such an impression on me, that, I believe, it has led me to having my own wife duplicate the same type of behaviour that I witnessed that evening.
Back then, my friends and I were regulars at a small back-street bar. We had got to know the owner (a heavy drinker, and often absent), and his barman, a Moroccan guy called Abslam.
One unremarkable evening, while I was having a drink, a friend of Abslam's came into the bar and the two of them began an urgent conversation. They spoke Arabic, I believe, (although Moroccans often have considerable dexterity with languages), and the newcomer appeared to be pleading. However, what caught my eye, was an English woman, mid 20's, waiting at the door - she was fair, wearing a short skirt, and looking very uneasy. She continually glanced around the bar and up and down the street. She had arrived with the Moroccan and, it seemed to me, that she was waiting for him.
Meanwhile, the conversation in front of me appeared to end on a negative note, and the guy left the bar.
I asked Abslam what the chat was about, and he said 'he wants somewhere to take the woman', I asked, 'who is she', to which he replied ' a soldiers wife - he has picked her up in a bar, but he has nowhere private to take her'.
Without thinking, I blurted out, 'he can use my flat, give him a shout'. At which, Abslam went to the door and called down the street, to his retreating pal. They came back and the barman explained the situation (the woman, once again, waited at the door) - his friend nodded enthusiastically, and I said 'follow me'.
