A Beautiful Woman

I’ve heard it said that ‘you should never marry a beautiful woman’. If that woman turns out to be the love of your life and you fall for her at first sight then you have no choice, especially if you are lucky enough that she says ‘yes’!

I was 44 when we got together and she was 35. Tall, slim, blonde, curves in all the right places; Marie was just my all-time ‘dream girl’. Coming out of a failed first marriage, I was made to feel alive by this fun loving, beautiful and sexy girl. She loved sex and was the best I’d ever been with. Happy doesn’t come close!

After 4 great years together we got married, a big affair with lots of guests and a truly great day. Things just got better and better. Marie’s love of sex suited me just fine as I wanted her all of the time. I just can’t think of a better way to spend a few hours than to be in bed (or anywhere else...) with a beautiful woman. Plain and simple, we loved fucking.

Listening to woman talking about sex, especially their own encounters had always been something of a turn on for me. I’ve often wondered if it had anything to do with the very ‘puritanical’ upbringing I had where the very mention of the word sex was avoided at all cost. A couple kissing on the TV would prompt a quick change of channels by my father. It came as shock to me when I moved away and started working with woman ‘of a certain age’ that revelled in the occasional recounting of a story on office nights out. It truly was a revelation; woman do like sex and actually go after it!!

My wife had a previous long-term relationship which had some difficult times and periods of separation. When she’d finally moved out there was an opportunity to ‘have some fun’ and I found out that the more we spoke, the more I loved hearing of her sexual past. Not just the broad outline but always asking for ever more detail of what she had got up to. The more graphic, the more I got off on it.

Looking back, getting her to recount past sexual encounters while we were making love was just a stepping stone to where my mind was to lead; how would I feel if she was telling me an encounter that had only just happened and was fresh in her memory? The flood of excitement through me gave me my answer. It wasn’t long before this was a topic when we were making love. I loved it!

A Night Out

Maybe the people who coined the phrase ‘never marry a beautiful woman’ were also responsible for ‘the best nights are the ones you don’t plan’ and here the adventure starts.

We live in a small country town which had the usually suspects of ‘locals’ pubs and the one ‘wine bar’. Calling it a wine bar is a bit of a stretch, more ‘lager and shots’! Never the less, it often has a good atmosphere and is definitely the place in town for the young set. Groups of guys and groups of girls, booze flowing and a 2am licence, I don’t need to say anything more. Being a small town though, there was always a sense that ‘everyone knew everyone’ so it was safe place where people could let their hair down but also a place to remember the phrase ‘don’t mess on your own door step...’

Depending on the mood we were in, we sometimes quite enjoyed the atmosphere in the wine bar. It was fun and we liked fun. This was a night like so many before, a few drinks around the pubs, into the wine bar and home before it got a little wild for us as the inevitable ‘pairing off’ starts after midnight. As most couples these days, we took our turns getting the drinks in from the crowded and boisterous bar.

A Polite Young Guy

We’d both bought one drink each and Marie was heading back to the bar for her round whilst I stayed keeping our seats in the back lounge. She’d been away maybe 10 minutes but that wasn’t unusual for a crowded Friday night. Drinks were being ordered and drank like they were about to run dry! Returning with the drinks from the bar, she sat down next to me and with the happiest of smiles on her face said ‘what a lovely polite young guy’! She told me she was stood next to this guy at the bar and they’d ended up talking. Nothing pushy, just talking about what each other were drinking. I said to her, ‘you were quite taken with him weren’t you’, and with a sexy smile she said she was. I dropped the subject for a few minutes as I didn’t want to push it. What made it sexy in my mind was that she wanted to tell to me about it.

After having had another drink we were ready to head off. I couldn’t help myself by suggesting that she should see if he was still in the bar and have a little fun by getting him to buy her a drink. A little harmless fun, that’s all it was. It didn’t take much persuasion for her to go for it but she assured me that she’d meet me at a pub up the street very soon.

As I walked out of the bar I could taste the excitement that my sexy wife was enjoying herself. What has always been the thing for me is what turns her on and not what I think she might like.

After 15 minutes or so I got a text from her saying that she’d probably made a big mistake as he was much younger than she’d first thought. He bought her a drink but she told me she’d be leaving in a few minutes to join me. Yes, there was a little feeling of deflation but I’d never want her to do anything that she didn’t want to.

Another 15 minutes passed by so I texted her again. After a while she replied saying they were having one more drink and then she’d be on her way. There was something about the way she worded the message that started those excited feelings running through me once again.

30 minutes passed by and I thought I’d best not interrupt her. Next time I felt my phone vibrate I was sure it would be her saying she was on her way to see me, how wrong I was...

Thoughts & Images

‘I’m in a taxi, will text you soon...’ I nearly fainted.

Walking back to our house my mind was racing with so many thoughts and images. I this really happening, who is this guy, what will she do, and, most importantly, are we going to be good with this in the cold light of day. Remember, this wasn’t some girl I was having a fling with, this was the love of my life, my wife who I adored.

The next text message I got was obviously hurriedly written from the spelling. She told me she’d got a taxi back to the next town along where ‘Phil’ was stopping the night at his friend’s house. The three of them had gone back together in the taxi. I sent a message back saying ‘have fun, stay safe and enjoy! Love you. XXX’. The reply came back straight away ‘I will, love you too. XXX’

Another 2 hours pacing the house, drinking beer and just about chain smoking, I thought I should try and get some sleep. As tired as I was, it was difficult to sleep when by now my mind was bursting with images of what she might be doing. It seemed like I’d been awake right through but it still startled me when I heard a car pull up outside. Jumping out of bed, I could see my wife getting out of a taxi, dressed just as I’d last seen her. Turning to look at the clock I saw it was 7.30am. She’d been out all night...

Homecoming

As she walked through the bedroom door and looked at me, my first words to her were ‘are you ok’. When she said yes, I quickly followed it by ‘I love you’ to which she answered ‘I love you too’. This was the most important part for me. That she still loved me was what I needed to hear from her.

She motioned towards the bathroom but I asked her just to get into bed with me as she was; I needed my arms around her to know everything was good with us before turning my thoughts back to those images that had filled my head during the night.

That unmistakable smell of sex hit me as soon as I had my arms around her. It was everything I could do not to just climb between her legs and make love to her straight away. This was, I knew, maybe a once in a life lifetime experience and I wanted to savour every little detail.

Tell Me All

There, lying in my arms, she told me the full story. She knew I wanted the detail and she didn’t disappoint.

When she’d first started chatting with Phil he seemed so young to her but the more she chatted he came across as a really nice guy. She was having fun but really didn’t see it going further than that. His friend didn’t seem impressed, probably because he knew he had a girlfriend. Phil had in fact said at one stage that he had a girlfriend which Marie answered straight back with ‘yes, so what, I have a husband’! She was on form!

After two drinks together, she said she felt quite safe with him. His friend suddenly announced that he wanted to get back and was calling a taxi. The question ‘why don’t you come back with me’ took her completely by surprise. Before she knew it, she was in the back of a taxi, feeling like an 18yr old kid again and was still thinking it was ‘just a bit of fun’ and probably nothing would happen.

Marie looks amazing in pair of jeans like but on this rare occasion she was dressed in short skirt. In the back of the taxi she didn’t complain at a small amount of ‘wandering hands...’

Arriving at the house, they’d gone in and Phil’s friend had said he was going straight to bed. My wife and Phil had chatted and opened a bottle of wine but very soon his hand was reached out and she was being led to a bedroom. ‘I’m here now so I’d better just enjoy myself’ was the thought she said she had and there they were, lying on a bed, only 3 miles from our house.

It turned out Phil was just turned twenty and what happened next was every bit worthy of his youth! No long seduction, my wife was on her back on the bed, legs lifted up and tights quickly removed. His head was between her legs seconds afterwards, g string pulled to one side, tongue and fingers finding out just how wet she already she was. She knew now there was no turning back, she was going to take his cock and they both knew it. It wasn’t even that she felt she couldn’t say no, she just wanted that cock and wanted it inside her, thrusting away with all of the passion of a 20yr old. Her juices must have pouring over his face (as the marks on her skirt proudly testified) as he brought her to her first orgasm of the night.

Want It, Need It

Lifting his head from between her legs, he made his way up her body stopping to pull her skirt off, but leaving her g string in place, and lifting her top over her head before removing her bra. She has the most beautiful of tits and his pussy juice mouth was licking and sucking on them. Marie told me she was loving it. Moving further up, their mouths met and this was no sensual kissing, this was tongues and open mouths craving each other.

Phil had climbed to one side of Marie’s head when, without a word, he dropped his trousers and there was his cock, just inches from her face and mouth. He wasn’t massive but it was sure going to look after her. ‘I just wanted to take him in my mouth’ she said. My wife doesn’t like the taste of cum but she can suck cock better than any woman I’ve ever been with. Tongue around the tip, sliding down the vein from tip to balls and back again and then the most amazing corkscrew action sucking. She was very lucky he didn’t shoot there and then.

Knowing he was close she pulled away and that was his cue to take her. Pulled to all fours, she knew what was coming and she wanted it. With G string still on, it was pulled to one side and she could feel him rubbing the tip of his cock over her pussy. Now rock hard from her sucking, he didn’t need to guide it in, he simply held her hips a pushed. Straight in, deep inside her in one thrust, helped by how wet he had her pussy. Slowly back out and then slammed in again.

He knew what she wanted and started thrusting in and out so fast that she thought that this was going to be over in seconds. It seemed to her that the faster he thrusted the more energy he had. My wife always says ‘she bores easily’ but this guy wasn’t giving her time to think. She was loving the fucking and it just kept coming. No let up, just faster and faster with hips grabbed to pull her towards him. Bursts of orgasms were shooting through her and she had no intentions of telling him to stop.

She had no idea how long they’d been in that position but at some her legs must have given way. No let up from behind, just an even tighter grip around this cock that was looking after her so well.

Every man has to come at some stage and she became aware of even more intensity in his fucking leading to four of five deep thrusts into her pussy as she felt his cum shooting into her. God it felt good she said. She was lying there, full of cum in some guys bed that she’d only just met but there was no regret. That was worth it.

No Rest

She thought she might just fall asleep there and then but Phil had different ideas. His hand was now between her legs, moving them apart and lightly touching her pussy, she could feel his cum on the inside of her legs and the more he played with her pussy, the more his cum was all over her. Light touches led to fingers working her back to life. She turned to look at her young lover, for the first time since he’d started fucking her, and was amazed to see, him stroking his cock; already hard and ready for her.

I must add, by this point in her telling me the story, my hand was between her legs, and yes, her pussy and thighs were still covered in cum.

Rolling her over onto her back he climbed between her legs, lifted them up so he was grasping the backs of her calves and he was in her again. Looking down she could his cock going in and out of her pussy and the more he did the more she could see the shine of mixed pussy juice and cum that was now the length of his cock.

Taking charge and pulling her legs away from his grip she wrapped them around his back. She wanted him to go for it and go for it he did. His groin pounding away between her legs with no let up in the hardness of his cock. Holding onto her tight she once again thought that this would end quickly but every time she thought he must be reaching a climax he just seemed to find another gear.

She had lost all sense of time by this stage and was running on pure sexual lust, so much so, that when he suddenly stopped and rolled her over on top of him she somehow found the energy to give this young guy the fucking that she knew she could. Sometimes grinding down on top him or at times just working his cock from tip to base expertly with her tight pussy. She wanted him to know that she was the one fucking him and not the other way around.

The expert grip of her pussy was sucking the cum from within his balls. There was no turning back for him now but he wanted to be in charge at the moment he once again emptied his cum into her. Lifting his top half off the bed and pushing her back down between his legs, he grabbed a hold of her hips and with a final burst of speed, that even by the standards of the night so far took her breath away, he let go pumped his cum into her once again.

Into the Early Hours

Easing her back up the bed, it was the first time she’d been able to look at the watch on her arm. It was 3.45 in the morning and she’d been in this bedroom since 12.30. If she’d been at home she would have defiantly just gone to sleep but there was enough of her still to realise that she wasn’t home and that made her cautious.

Looking to her side, her lover for the evening was enjoying the sight, as I’ve said, she is a beautiful woman. Those few moments of hesitation on her part was all he needed, for lying by her side, he lifted her leg once again slid his hard cock into her. This time she knew enough that by the look on his face, whatever he had left for her would be in her really quickly and that suited her just fine. No clumsy final attempt, just a few minutes of frenzied thrusting and with a final grab of the hips she’d taken every drop from him.

She saw the clock tick over to 4am and now just went out like a light. Strange bed or no strange bed, she needed sleep.

Awakening

She was woken a few hours later by a voice she couldn’t quite place until the feeling between her legs reminded her of where she was and what she’d been doing. He said he had to get his taxi that was booked for 7am back home as he needed to go to work but he could drop her off on the way.

As tired as she was, she wanted to get home, but her young friend wanted to have her one last time and without another word, and with what turned out to be the quickest of the four times he’d cum, he was slipping into her from behind.

The taxi was outside and they were both still naked and in bed. 3 minutes later, clothes had been thrown on and they were in the taxi. 5 minutes later she was being dropped off outside our house and 2 minutes after that she was back in our bed with her arms wrapped around me. Only 10 minutes earlier she was taking another cock and making that cock cum and now my hand was between her legs. There was no doubt from the wet and silky feeling all over her pussy and tops of her inner thighs that she had done everything she was now telling me.


Sight, Smell, Taste

With my heart rate pounding from the excitement of what she had just told me, I now wanted her for myself. Rolling on top of her I kissed those lips which had only hours had before pleasured another man’s cock.  Lifting back from her to take in the full beauty of the sight, I found myself kissing her breasts, moving down over her stomach and without thinking found myself looking at her beautifully just fucked pussy.

Whether it was the occasion or the effect that the aroma of pure sex was having on me but the next thing I realised was my tongue was between her legs. If the smell of sex was such a turn on, the taste of sex was mind blowing. This was never something I’d thought of doing but right at the moment it was so right. Her pussy was so full of cum and I knew she’d so enjoyed taking it was the ultimate turn on.

Moving back up her body, kissing as I went, I finally was able to push my cock into her and what a feeling it was. Wet, silky, but so tight. It wasn’t long before my cum was displacing the cum she’d taken from her young lover and the feeling when I came was electric.

Now lying beside my sexy wife, I just felt ‘how lucky I am’. A sexy wife, that can give a 20yr old ‘a run for his money’ and still love me and still ‘want me’. To say I felt good about myself would be a massive understatement.

Trust & Happiness

I’m sure many people might have a different view on how I felt about this night and the following morning but the only thing that is important is how ‘we’ felt about it. Marie had a great time, I had a great time and we still love each other so deeply. Not many couples have the chance to test their relationship so deeply but ours came out of this stronger than ever because it showed real trust. Trust that I really want my wife to enjoy herself. Trust that she could do that in my full knowledge and trust that in the full light of day we’d still love each other with all of our hearts.

We are still happily married and have often been referred to as ‘the happy couple’. I love my wife, she loves me and I love her having fun. If she’s happy, I’m happy; end of. I’m so happy that I got to marry ‘a beautiful woman’. This night may never be repeated but we will always remember it as something we did together and came out of it with happy memories. As long as we love each other and are happy together then there’s always the possibility for another night of ‘Wine Bar Temptation’.