Jane and I have enjoyed many years of 'open marriage' with some of our experiences (not all, by any means), worth sharing. After some six years of marriage, following some upheaval at work, I was obliged to search for temporary accommodation. Jane and I looked over a small house in Birmingham, being let by an Asian gentleman (Pakistani, I believe). We were interested, but so were a number of others – I told Jane to wait in the car, while I spoke with the landlord. As soon as she had left, I repeated my interest in the property, and told Mr. Amin that he could fuck Jane if it would seal the deal. He was very wary at first, and he took some persuading that the offer was genuine, eventually, after I had assured him that she would do exactly as she was told - by him or me - and that he could either fuck her immediately, or that I would send her, dressed for maximum pleasure, that evening - he agreed. He was interested, but in true Pakistani bargaining fashion, insisted that, in order to do the deal, he wanted to fuck her now, and have her again, later. I must stress that we could, doubtless, have secured an alternative let, but I did not wish to let this opportunity, for a further adventure, slip. I returned to the car and told Jane to go back into the house and do whatever the landlord wanted – she was surprised, but not shocked, and walked back up the path and rang the bell. Twenty minutes later she returned to the car, and told me he had used her mouth until she swallowed, and was expected that evening. I was a little surprised that he had not fucked her, but he was quite old (in his fifties), and perhaps wished to conserve his energy. I delivered Jane to the same address at seven that evening – she knew why she was there, and was dressed to my usual preferences. I instructed her that, after Mr Amin had finished with her, to take a taxi back to the hotel. She arrived back, around midnight, and climbed into bed. I climbed on, lifted her knees, sunk my dick into her, and asked for the details. It turned out that her night had been, relatively, uneventful – Mr Amin had taken her out for a drink and some food – he had put his hand up her dress as they sat together, commenting on the stockings and no underwear combination – otherwise all very civilised. He then took her back to the house and told her to bend over the kitchen table. He pulled up her dress and penetrated her - he withdrew, and then put his dick at the entrance to her arse hole - he asked if she had ever had anal sex, to which Jane answered, yes. His response was a small grunt, together with a forward thrust of his hips, as he added his name, to the many others, who had enjoyed this particular activity. He emptied his load into Jane's arse and then, to her relief, took out a handkerchief and wiped his dick (she thought he might make her do ass to mouth). He told her we could move in the following Monday and drove her back to our hotel. Over the following weeks, tensions were high, and Jane and I fell out on several occasions. On a night out together, about two months after our move, we had words – Jane was upset - and, in a quiet voice asked me what I would like her to do. She was without underwear, and in stockings, and I told her I wanted her fucked. We went into a pub with live music playing, where Jane soon informed me that a man was interested. I told her to do whatever he wanted. She left the room for the ladies and, soon after, the man opposite followed. She returned some fifteen minutes later and told me that they had met up on the rear car park – he had kissed her and slid his hand up her skirt - and he wanted more. She said he had a room in the hotel/pub, but was sharing with a friend, and asked what I wanted her to do (he was a young guy, around thirty, and, I think, Jane feared a repeat of the beating she had been forced to take, some years before). I told her to go with him, and call me when he had finished with her - upon which, I left for home. The phone rang at three in the morning with Jane asking me to collect her – I asked if she had been fucked - she answered, yes. She was waiting on the roadside as I pulled up outside the pub. As she got in the car I put my hand up her skirt, and felt the sloppy remains of her encounter – in response, she said, 'not here, take me back and I will do whatever you want'. We returned home and Jane made for the bathroom. I stopped her and told her to get on her knees (I always liked to see the state in which she had been left), I pulled her skirt up, and told her to spread. I shoved my dick up her and immediately felt the sloppy remains of her earlier encounter. She told me that she had been fucked twice by both the guy in the bar and his friend. Her original pick-up had taken her to his room, where he fucked her as his friend lay in the other bed. She was then told to go to his friend's bed, where he, also, quickly had her. As the second guy rolled off her, she was ordered to get back across the room for more. The first guy then made use of her mouth to get hard, before she climbed back into his bed. He told her to open her legs and lift her knees as high as she could. In this position and with him on top; he gave her a long passionate kiss – which served to stifle her moan - as he accessed her for anal sex. He rode her steadily for a few minutes, before she felt him stiffen, and let out a long sigh - indicating that he had finished buggering her. As he slowly softened and slipped out, he called triumphantly over to his friend 'she takes it up the arse', while at the same time, gently pushing her in the direction of his room mate – Jane had no illusions as to what this gesture indicated, or what the next few minutes held. She simply walked over to the other bed, where the second guy placed two pillows across the bed and told Jane to lie, face down, with the pillows raising her buttocks. In this position; he too, took advantage of her willingness to 'take it up the arse'. He added his contribution, by ejaculating as deeply in her bowels as he could, before withdrawing from her now, very sore, arse. At this point, they had had enough, and told Jane to get out as they had to work the following day. Back home I finished fucking her, and then allowed her to use the bathroom. As usual, following hard sex, Jane asked me to wait for a few days before resuming anal sex – we had come to understand that most men (certainly over fifty per cent), once they realised that Jane was theirs to enjoy, made her perform anal sex –fortunately, she learned to accept these inevitable demands.