We run a part time B&B just through the summer months and enjoy meeting people without the need to keep the place ultra clean until we accept a query for the room. One such occasion was very late in the day and we were both working in the garden on a hot afternoon. The phone rang and Liz answered it, looked at the diary, then said 'Today? well I suppose so then, two nights, fine, can you give us a couple of hours to make sure the room is as you would expect it please?, Ok look forward to that, see you soon' She looked to me and said 'Get the vac out and do downstairs and i'll do the shower room' Without further ado we set to work and had the place ready for occupational with twenty minutes to spare. The doorbell rang and the guest was shown in. A young man of around thirty, pleasant and polite, liked the room and we left him with his unpacking to do. Ten minutes later he was in the shower room getting the road grime away from his body. We heard him vacate the shower room and enter his bedroom. My wife looked at me and said 'He looks fit' I looked across and saw the smile which really said she fancied him. I grinned back and said quietly 'I will leave you to your naughty mind then' He came through and asked where he could get something to eat as he had come into our large village from a route which did not take him past the pubs and bistro in the centre. She found him some menus which we keep for these occasions and she said she could ring down and organise a table if he wished when he had chosen from the four establishments close by. He chose one which was the easiest to find and she rang and made the order and a table for him, explaining he would be no more than five minutes. I left her to give him instructions and then heard him say thanks and the door closed. Liz came back in the room looking pleased with herself and said 'Maybe he is interested' I asked why she thought that and she said he was checking her body as they were speaking and she felt his eyes were undressing her. I said I would not be hanging around when he got back from his meal and why not wear something to encourage him. We sat talking for a few minutes and I started stroking her and telling her some of my fond memories of her being fucked by other guys. This is guaranteed to get her going, stirring up sexy memories of her getting stripped and bedded by some well hung locals and folk from this website too, all brewing sexy ideas in her mind. I love telling her how gorgeous she is and that advancing years are no barrier with the amount of exercise she does and the way she eats sensibly. Ego massaged suitably, I gave her a long kiss and went to run a bath for her. I stayed upstairs and a few minutes later she went into the bathroom and spent twenty minutes luxuriating then came into the bedroom with a towel round her. It was then that the door lock clicked, he was back. She looked panic stricken for a second and then I said 'Go down like that' Without a second thought she was going downstairs. I heard him say 'Hi' and then her asking about the meal, small talk followed and then she said 'Give me a few minutes and I will come down and show you one or two things that might interest you' His reply was clear 'I will look forward to that', a dirty laugh from them both and she was back upstairs in a flash. She went into the walk in wardrobe and delved in some boxes then brought them and put them on the bed where I lay, partly reading, but mostly watching my wife preparing for sex with a stranger. She held up a couple of suspender belts and raised her eyebrows at me, I nodded towards the black one and she found the matching bra and panties then got some black stockings. We could hear him in his bedroom and she was now in full on rampant mode, her nipples hard and excited, her underwear obvious and the top covering of a bright blue and red random print mini skirt which covered less than half her thigh along with a small blue top which allowed her breasts to show almost to the cup of her bra, some golden sandals and a few minutes with the make up and she looked dirty and ready. A quick kiss and she was downstairs and knocking on his room. She invited him to our lounge and asked if he would like a drink, 'Whisky, Gin or anything else?' His reply was 'Anything else looks great' His door closed and their footsteps led my mind's eye to the lounge, where she got a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two glasses of white. I could only guess, but thought they must be in the sofa with its back to the stairs, their speech was reasonably clear. 'You look stunning in that' 'Thank you, you look rather good too. Cheers' A small bit of chat as to why he was visiting, mother's seventieth birthday and he was going to a party the next evening so staying two nights. Liz at this juncture said the garden was her pride and joy and he asked if she thought it was warm enough for him to be shown around it. Her answer was 'Well you can warm me up if it is cold out there' I heard the patio doors opening and as our bedroom window was open, their conversation was easily picked up. The garden is private, with dense hedging around its entire length. The one neighbour we have is deaf and never seen out after six any time of year and her one window overlooking our garden is unused, a blackout blind having never been seen to move in ten years. I stood behind the curtains in the darkness of the room watching them move slowly round the borders. They went out of sight for a few minutes but I resisted going to the other windows as there was a danger of spoiling things and I know it is silly errors which can mess up such moments. Happily a few minutes later they re-appeared and my heart leapt, her top and skirt were missing and they were kissing urgently, his hand between her thighs and she was rubbing his bulge like it was Aladdin's lamp and she wanted his genie badly. Seeing her in blatantly sexy gear with this stranger had me more excited than if I was with them. He took her under a tree and she got his cock out as he removed bra and pants. I heard her little girl giggle, the one which she often emits when highly aroused. I could see she had her hand now round his cock, they must have been quick or his trousers were already undone, but she knelt on the lawn and got his shoes undone and off and then stripped his trousers and pants while he finished his stripping with the jettisoning of his shirt. His fit body was facing Liz and she was now sucking on his cock and extracting murmurs of appreciation. At length he got her to stand and he turned her round to face the tree. I still had a backs only view of them both now and apart from a short glimpse, had no idea of the size of his prick but now it was being offered to her wet and very willing cunt. Her words of approval were sufficient and by his strokes as far as I could make out, were generous to say the least. The whole fabulous spectacle was only short and he must have shot a lovely load in her as she moaned longingly as his arse tensed time and again for several seconds. They remained still afterwards and I heard her say she would be going to his bed if he wanted her. It was then that he must have realised I was there when he arrived and he asked where I was. She said I was working until the morning (a well practised fib) so if he wanted, she could warm his bed. She then suggested they went back inside as the dew was cold on her feet. They gathered their clothes and came in. The patio doors closed and locked and then the warmth of the house had them cuddling and kissing again. They talked and she asked what he wanted for breakfast and he said 'You in those stockings and suspenders please' She said she could easily manage that for him 'Anything to keep the customer satisfied' was her last words as the next thing was him getting her in a clinch and kissing her again and touching her up, fingering her cunt and getting her sighing and loving his cock back to full hardness. They drifted into his room and I was left with distant strains of them fucking at various stages of the night. I woke at shortly before seven when she came back into the room and exchanged her soiled suspender belt and stockings which were now streaked with come and ladders. She kissed me and sucked my cock then told me to lay still until she got rid of him after breakfast, then retreated back down to his room. The bed creaked as he started on her again and it was after nine before he got his breakfast and between gropes and fingerings, he fucked her once more over the breakfast table. She went back into his bedroom and eventually re surfaced just after ten. The door closed and he was gone. She came back upstairs and said sorry for keeping me hanging about for so long. I said I wanted breakfast like he had and with a wicked smile she said it was the least she could do. I went downstairs naked and was greeted by her lovely bum as she cooked breakfast. I have the same weakness as most men for my wife in her stockings and sussies and this day was just too much. I put my arms around her and led her to the table and slipped my rampant cock deep in her from behind, my prick slipped in effortlessly and despite her obvious tenderness, she allowed me to fuck her. I did not last very long despite a tension relieving wank three hours earlier (plus plenty of cock teasing of my own overnight) my come was pretty poor but very welcome after such a delightfully sexy night of debauchery. We were both spent and there was obviously going to be another session the next evening too.