Although I live in Portsmouth I work a bit all over the place. Saturday was no exception as I had a day's work just outside Peterborough. That's a bit of a pain as it disrupted my usual Saturday afternoon of kinky sex which has stretched back a few years. She has indulged in swinging, mostly at Bristol Gardens in Brighton however its just not her thing so it's strictly one to one nowadays and has been for at least 3 years. I had a bit of notice of the trip to Peterborough so had time to look for alternatives. I'm always staggered by the A1 as it's one sex shop after another as well as a cpl swingers clubs, all in former happy eaters and pubs. I loosely arranged to meet a couple in stevenage however that was a little dependent on whether her period passed completely. I was tempted by an ad on swinging heaven from a couple at Heathrow t5 looking for a pre ab fab fella but they stated 7.30 and I couldn't get there until after 8. A self proclaimed "cum slut" just off the m3 had also got in touch looking for some cuck play and I'd messaged another 3 couples without reply I didn't fancy a schlep into London for one of the usual cpls and solo guy places but thought something was bound to turn up. I finished work late, around 6 but still had time to squeeze in some fun. The m3 couple had my kik name but had gone quiet and as I left, the stevenage couple had to kick me into touch simply because she was still on the blob. As is often the case I dropped into Wisley and sat in the car watching the boxing on my phone whilst waiting for any signs of a female. The cottaging side was busy with guys heading into the trees. After an hour there was activity, an older and fairly convincing TV in a blue jag headed behind the cafe with around a dozen guys in tow. I followed and he/she was on his/her knees dishing out blow job's. Had it been warmer I'd have stayed, maybe joined the queue but it was fuckin freezing, and starting to rain so I headed back to the car. There are night time roadworks along that section of the a3 and they had closed access to the car park so it was clear not much would be happening from then on. It was around 10.30. I checked my sh inbox and there was nothing so I tool the long diversion to rejoin the a3 thinking I'd be going home with a full sack. Once through the tunnel I pulled into the shell petrol station and made another check with my inbox. One message, a reply from a couple I'd contacted a few days earlier. They were en route and would be perfect. A flurry of messages and they were game to meet. The plan was to meet the guy at McDonald's Petersfield to suss me out then back to his place. I got to mcd in record time, and sat outside in the car waiting. I hadnt been there long when the chap knocked on my window. "hi mate, you want to follow me." This was better than I'd hoped. It was only a 10 minute drive to their beautiful home. This was a v upscale couple and with very few words exchanged I was ushered into the lounge (didn't even know their names at this point) . It was only a minute or two before a mature and perfectly manicured lady came in wearing a dressing gown introducing herself as babs. Babs was in her mid 60s and literally perfect. A big smile, shoulder length dark hair, and I guessed a size 14-16. She had a glass of wine in one hand and a fag in the other. I'm a non smoker but heavy lipstick smoking a fag is such a turn on. Babs wasn't hanging around. She stood in front of me and asked me to help her with the dressing gown. I undid the dressing gown and pulled it open. Wow. A red basque which supported her tits, allowing them to defy gravity whilst leaving her nipples uncovered. I took her fag and wine so she could remove the gown. The basque had more supports than usual, each one clipped to her stockings. Red heels completed her outfit. She took back the wine and fag and we kissed before she sat on the sofa, opening her legs. I got the hint, dropping to my knees and sinking my tongue into her hole. As I feasted on her cunt I awkwardly undressed with one hand, searching out her tits with the other. Once I was naked I had a tit in each hand, resisting the urge to wank. This went on for some time, mostly in silence. I didn't see or hear her husband enter the room but heard him casually ask, "do you need anything love." Babs replied "more wine and this young man will need a condom soon." it was music to my ears. Hubby soon topped up her wine and left two condoms on the settee next to her before disappearing again. "pussy needs more than tongue now" said Babs... (Dunno why but that did make me snigger) so I moved up, sucking her tits briefly before more snogging. Babs pushed me off gently and handed me her wine and cigarette... Indicating towards the coffee table. I placed her fag on the Ash tray and the empty glass next to it then returned to Babs. She was now lying sideways on the settee, her legs wide open. She handed me a condom, already out its packet which I rolled on. Hubby was still absent as I climbed on and slipped into her. "go easy" she kind of advised me and I started a long slow rhythm, occasionally speeding up for a few seconds before slowing down again. She liked this. "play with my nipples" I said and she obliged, first licking her fingers before rubbing them across and around my nipples... I fuckin love that! I generally like a hard and fast fuck but was loving this slow shag. It was all v vanilla but horny. I warned her I was about to come and she just wrapped her legs around mine holding me tight as my balls erupted. That was enough to send babs over the edge, comin loudly. We snogged and hubby reappeared. "was that OK?" he asked me. Fuck yes I replied. He kindly picked my clothes up and folded them neatly, putting them on the settee. More snogging and I didn't want to overstay my welcome so I stood up and started to get dressed, casually talking about the boxing to hubby while babs just lay on the settee, legs still wide open. A little snog with babs once I'd dressed, and I had a cheeky handful of well fucked pussy at the same time. It was time to leave and hubby showed me out, incredibly thanking me for fucking his wife. I headed home, thankful that I'd made that final check at the petrol station.