So what did happened on that Sunday afternoon all those decades ago?

On one of Angie and Doug's visits to our home for Sunday lunch, just after the meal, my wife M suggested that while she tidied up, I took the couple, their daughters and our two kids, down to the local park that was situated only a hundred yards from the house.

All thought it was good idea, except for Doug, as he wanted to help M with the washing-up but in reality he wanted to watch the TV as the highlights of a game of his beloved Spiurs were being shown on the Big Match, a football show on ITV that rivalled Match of the Day, in the days before Sky TV came along. 

Now for the sake of accuracy I do remember this part of Doug's story to be true as the trip down to the park did happen. 

While Ange and I were herding the kids down to the park. back at the house, according to Doug, he and M were clearing the table and chatting about this and that. He said the conversation drifted to talking about one of M's close friends called J. This lady was, what they called in those days, 'a bit of a goer' and was never shy of sharing with M about who she'd shagged or the cocks she sucked. 

Sorry to say that J was not the most attractive of ladies but had a very big pair of tits which compensated for what she lacked in beauty. J was in no shortage of admirers, of which E, was one of them, so much so, he married her. 

Now J, even in marriage, continued to share secrets her sex life with M, especially between her and husband E and also she told my wife about the couple's love of porn films (blue movies in those days) which then led to M admit to her friend that we also had a collection.

Now M has a way of talking about awkward things in a chatty and very relaxed way, even more so with the help of few glasses of wine, so in an nonchalant way she told Doug that we'd often swapped blue films" with J and E and added 'they had just lent us one which is quite fun" and "Would you like to see it? This took Doug completely by surprise as until that moment, in Doug's mind, M had never acted as the type of person who watched porn films let alone invite a close friend to watch one in her own house.

According to Doug, the answers to the question not only put him on the back foot but left him lost with a reply which made M remark something like "I'll take that as a yes".

So it was up the stairs to the bedroom the couple went.

Though describing my wife as unadventurous in the bedroom she did have one love and that was watching the 'blueys' (as she called them), while we 'made love', as fucking in marriage was called at that time. 

The marked difference when we started watching the films was the reaction of M's fanny, it became very wet or 'blue film soggy' as we jokingly called it. It dribbled with so-called love juices and through clit wanking, while we fucked, it wasn't unusual for M to reach a quick orgasm. In fact I don't think, as a couple, we ever got to the end of any of our collection of our porn films that were tucked away in the panty draw in the bedroom dressing table.

Now this is where the first evidence that Doug was telling the truth as he would have not known where we kept our porn stash, as after being led up the stairs to to our bedroom M went straight to the the knicker drawer and after a rummage through her collection of panties, took out a cassette

A bit of the geography of our bedroom at number 57 as it helps in the description of what happened next.

The house was a three story place and was run down when we bought it. Previous to our ownership it was full of bedsits for students who attended a local polytechnic.

Since moving in, we'd had spent the best part of a couple of years pulling the place apart in an attempt to turn the house back into the grandeur it once had, so that made our bedroom from being a place where some poor skint student ate, slept, converted into a very nice size room and in fact when we first moved in, after staying in rented accommodation, it was our bedroom, come-living room, while the rest of the house was being fixed up. 

Besides our bed, wardrobe, the dressing  table and a set of drawers, there was a small second hand two seater sofa flanked by a couple of single matching chairs in the a bay window of the room. 

The bedroom TV was on a table beside the bed. It was a small Toshiba with a front loading VHS cassette player built-in which was saved all the buggering about when it came to putting on films especially ones from our porn stash.

Being a practical and hands-on lady that M is, she turned the table with the TV on around from being beside the bed to face the sofa in the bay and invited Doug to make himself comfy on the sofa and put the cassette in the TV and pressed 'Play'. 

Doug didn't know where the situation was leading and was a bit relieved, but at the same time a little disappointed, when M left him to it and left the bedroom to go down stairs to finish clearing up.

Now Doug, in reality, admits  that he found that porn films didn't always do it for him, as he and Ange got their joy in bed exchanging stories with their individual fantasies, but the fact that my wife had organised the viewing of one made him feel very horny which gave thought to having a wank but wondered what M would do if she came back to the bedroom and found him with his cock out.

Throwing caution to the wind, and having a very stiff cock growing even harder, Doug unzipped his jeans, got his prick out and slowly began to pleasure himself while watching the early part of the film.

I remember the film well. It was American and the so called story was about two women, one white, one black and a big cocked black man who was pretending to be a butler. The action of the beginning of the film has the two women licking each other's fanny's with remarkably big clits and on the many occasions we watched it we rarely got past the opening scenes as M reached an early orgasm. In hindsight I now wondered whether my wife had more bi tendencies than she has ever admitted or watching it reminded her of being fucked by Doug.

Not for long, as after what seemed a few minutes, he heard a voice saying "All right there' and when he looked away from the TV there was M standing at the bedroom door holding a glass of wine in her hand.

Without any embarrassment she wandered over the sofa and sat down beside Doug on the sofa and began to watch the TV. 

Doug claims that at this stage he still didn't know what to do sitting beside his mate's wife with his cock in his hand but M helped the situation by her chatty nature and the talk was about what was on the screen with "Oh A (me) loves this bit.' and 'What a big boy the butler is" etc.

Despite M's reassuring effort Doug to make things seem normal he tried to be as calm as any man could, with his knob out and a family friend sitting beside him, so he carried on tossing away watching the film. For a few minutes Doug avoided eye contact with M as in truth he was embarrassed about the situation he now found himself in.

Doug said he finally cast an eye the direction at M and saw her looking down at his cock with a quizzical look. "Have you cum already?" she asked.

My friend looked down at his cock to see that his cock was dribbling pre-cum.

A detailed description of Doug's cock which is important to the story. 

It's 7 plus inches, with a very long foreskin that stills covers his prick even when fully erect, it even has a spare half an inch of loose skin even when it's at its most rampant. He was even more of a lucky boy in other ways. Not only did his dick deliver a massive load of cum but also managed to produce pre-cum in large quantities, which in all my years of hard-ons and wanking, my sad old cock has never produced a drop.

Back to the sofa.

Pushing his luck Doug, and for a joke, suggested M tasted it. He said she pulled a face of  'Ugggh' I don't do sperm'. (She would never let me cum in her mouth.) but Doug, being a smooth talking bugger, persuaded M to try, so she reluctantly, with her little finger, dabbed the dribbling precum from Doug's cock and tasted it and was supposedly surprised. 'It's like sweet salty water' she apparently said.

(More evidence of the truth. M always tasted anything new with her little finger.)

Once again M surprised Doug as she suggested he take over, lent over took hold of his prick and began to pull him off. (What made him smile at the time is that she had his cock in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Now wanking cocks was never one of my dear wife's best attributes. For a dainty lady she had a grip of iron when taking a cock in her hand.  Our joke, when courting, was to ask her if she fancied 'yanking me off'?  

Adding to the authenticity of the event Doug said that rather than spoil the moment he didn't display the uncomfortable feeling that his cock was being 'pulled off' for real!

He didn't have long to endure being "yanked' as M handed over the glass over to him to hold and bent over put Doug's cock in her mouth. Now blow jobs, when she put her mind to it, she was good at, though not as excellent as Angie who of Olympic standards. A gold medalist even! 

M's mouth was quite small,her technique with me, because of her small mouth, was to clasp her lips around my bell end and roll her tongue around the rim and create a much desired effect. Doug said she did the same with his but tried to insert her tongue inside his generous but tight foreskin but couldn't, this caused her to stop and asked him if the top of his knob (She called it a 'thingy') ever came out of from the darkness of his foreskin and he replied 'not always' and advised M if she wanted to get his bell end ­ to surface from it's cosy hood, was to gently pull the foreskin back and tuck it under the helmet but she said would love to but was worried that she might hurt Doug so he did it for her.  

Apparently when getting first sight of Doug's helmet M's reaction was, "Isn't it shiny" and added 'it looks bigger out than in' and a little more scrutiny began to run her tongue around the rim the cock which in turn created more pre cum to leak out helmet's jap eye, which M licked up proving that the sweet salty taste was okay.

Getting a bit brave at the progress of events Doug and she was bending over him started to feel M's bum and not sensing any resistance he pulled up the long hippy type floral skirt she was wearing and was more encouraged when she lifted her bum up off the seat to allow it. 

With the skirt up over her back it revealed she was wearing not only a pair of coffee coloured french knickers  but stockings and a black suspender belt. (Another confirmation of it did actually happen as not only do I remember the colour of the knickers and in the 70's and 80's, M always favoured wearing stockings especially when there was some sort of occasion going on whether going out or entertaining at home.)

Now M had a bit of a fat bum and to be honest, it's still a bit chubby, so the knickers had ridden up between her crack. Doug said it was a sexy sight and after a feel of both cheeks and slid his hand between her bum and fumbled his way down and into the slit of her fanny lips, which he said was more than moist, and after sticking one digit in, followed by another her began to finger fuck my wife.

The groans now beginning to come from M encouraged Doug to think he could take things a bit further so he stood up and pulled her to her feet and embraced my wife..

The next thing, according to Doug, the couple started to snog. Now in the writing of this I've always struggled to get past this part of the story without stopping to wank. When watching cuckold films I always really get turned-on when watching foreplay, especially when the wife kisses another man in front of her husband.

Doug said the kissing led to putting him hands up the wife woollen jumper (Like the flowery skirt he even remembered the colour of it, it was blue!) and feeling my wife's small but very sensitive tits, again this is one more confirmation of the truth of the story as in those days her tits were small and she rarely wore a bra.

After a bit of feel and a nipple tweak, he soon had the jumper up , and his mouth around one of M's nipples and sucking it and the even more 'groans' from my wife encouraged him to go further. so lifted her on to the edge of our bed, laid her back and parted her legs to go down on her.

At first, Doug experienced the same reluctance that I always got from M when I wanted to go plate her "Oh I might be a bit high down there" as she always seemed to think that having, what she called a  a 'high' fanny, was off-putting and could never understand that to some men that the smell, to some men was a massive turn on.  Like me, Doug loved the smell of a woman.

Doug said M's initial reluctance didn't stop him, he pulled the knickers to one side and got another surprise when he got his first sight of my wife's minge. It was hairy (and still is). He said that up to this time, despite many girl friends before he met and fucked he'd never seen them completely naked and his first sight of a fanny was his wife Angela's and she was quite light in the pubic hair department in comparison to M, which was like a mini forest. 

Now calling a fanny a 'pussy' is not in my sexual vocabulary as to me it's an American word for the 'c' word and sounds better coming from an American but in this case I will, as M being hairy call it the old fashioned word minge.

The next treat he got was the size of M's clit, again in comparison with Angie's. My memory of his wife is that it was one of those hidden ones that you knew they were there but couldn't see it. (She claimed she'd worn it out after years of masturbation.)

Though M's clit was not big like the ladies in the porn films, it became proud when licked and finger fiddled. His memory was getting his lips tight around it and sucking it like a very small cock.

In Doug's mind, events had now gone beyond control, as after looking up now and then between sucking M's clit and noticing her jumper was now up above her tits and with her fingers of both hands now tugging at both of her now very erect nipples so he decided now was the time to put his cock in her pussy.

Standing up from between her legs he took his cock in hand and began rub it between her labia lips and inserted it slowly it all the way his balls, but then heard a voice politely asking "Could I sit on it as its more comfortable for me" Another truth in the telling. The missionary position never suited M as her fanny was positioned further back in between her legs and her pleasure of a cock inside of her either came from sitting on it or kneeling on all fours in doggy fashion.

Obliging with M's request Doug laid down on the carpet, with his dick standing like a ship's mast, while my wife, facing him, straddled over him, pulled her knickers to one side and lowered herself slowly onto his cock.

Now Doug may not have had the advantage of my girth with his dick but it was longer than mine and in this instance it was in his favour, as from the moans coming from my missus he claims were something else. He was doing something I could never achieve and was reaching the parts of my wife's vagina that I couldn't.  Her G spot.

For a few minutes she rode him, eyes closed with enjoyment, only opening them now and then to look down at Doug's cock disappearing in and out of her fanny when she suddenly stopped and got off his cock. Doug's immediate thought was M had a sudden change of mind and to deem it was all a big mistake.

Without a word, she walked towards the bay window and looked out.

Why?....

Part 3 the finale to follow.