The next morning, being Saturday, we didn’t have to get up for work.

My wife told me all about her slutty behaviour the night before, which of course, resulted in some very hot, sticky, spunky, sex.

She then wanted to know if I’d found a suitably horny man with a nice big, thick cock, to donate some hot cum into her very tingly fanny.

Showing her some possibilities, looking at pics of cocks n guys, she soon had me between her legs, lapping the thick mixture of spunk and cunt juice.

I could get hard, but she’d drained me of spunk , so I wasn’t allowed to fuck her anymore as it would have made her sore.

During the week, she decided that she didn’t want to go to grab a granny events.

Her friend Lou, was dating her fireman, she didn’t want to go, either.

If you’ve read any of my recollections, you’ll know we had already discovered the joys of MFM.

C always felt that I was missing out. She was getting all the attention.

So we tried having foursomes a couple of times, so I had the opportunity of extra fanny, she said.

It never worked. She didn’t like seeing me fuck another woman, and I preferred to watch her being pleasured and fucked, then cum in her cum filled cunt.

I cannot tell you how fantastic seconds were, she’d be so tight, her cunt muscles gave the most amazing sensation.

I wasn’t really looking, but a young woman, half my age, came into my life.

I was living the dream. A young lover, a horny, hot wife, and regular MFM.

Sex once a day was a rarity, it was normally 2 or even three times a day. Not necessarily with the same woman, sometimes both, but not at the same time.

C didn’t really like, that I was seeing someone else.

But, as she admitted, she didn’t really have a leg to stand on.

Normally they were spread, with me or another, or both of us, between them.

One evening I was seeing my lover. C asked if I’d drop her off at Lou’s as she was alone, and they could have a girlie catch up.

I got togged up, C was in a velour tracksuit (trendy back then) and nothing else.

Her breasts bounced delightfully, her arse moving just a little.

I had a very pleasant evening with my young lady, finishing in her bed, it was fantastic. She was in her twenties.

I got to Lou’s at midnight.

I rang the doorbell.

Through the frosted glass I could see a shape coming to the door.

Whoever it was, looked naked.

Lou opened the door. She was naked.

“Come in lover boy, we’ve been waiting for you” and she scampered up the stairs.

I heard giggling and laughing.

In the bedroom, spread naked across her bed was my wife.

The room was filled with the scent of candles and ganja, a large lipstick stained joint lay smoking in the ash tray.

Lou was clambering onto the bed, and they started kissing and caressing each other.

Lou was in her thirties, delightfully curvy, bigger breasts than my wife, but just as firm.

She was playing with my wife’s clit.

She stopped kissing her…

“Well we need cock, we’ve been waiting for you, can you get it up, or have you used all your energy on that silly tart you’re fucking “

If you’re up to date with my story so far, you’ll know that we partied like it was 1999 with Lou, our only fmf.

I didn’t think it was going to happen again, but it looked like I was wrong.

Lou broke this thought…

.” We’ve tried a bottle, we’ve used cold Mars bars, but it’s a cock we need, can you supply “

I could see the molten chocolate, around my wife’s fanny, I’d not noticed it till she said about chocolate.

They were looking at me. I’d literally just cum, twice, from a wet and willing woman, but a standing cock had no conscience. I started to undress.

They slowly hand clapped me as I stripped off.

They were half pissed from vodka, spaced out with hash, hot for sex.

My cock stood tall, my knob end quite red from earlier exertions.

My foreskin, visibly swollen.

I knew I wasn’t going to cum, my balls were drained earlier, from fucking and sucking.

Twice was usually my max, I don’t think I ever spunked three times.

“So is that chocolate in her cunt then, Lou” I asked.

She dipped her finger into my wife’s open cunt.

C moaned, Lou pulled a finger coated in chocolate, from her cunt and licked it ..

‘Mmm chocolate and cream “ she giggled.

With that she crawled down the bed, got between my wife’s legs and started to noisily lick, finger and suck her clit and cunt.

C was in the zone, legs and arms spread wide, enjoying the attention.

Lou’s lovely round arse was up in the air.

I climbed on the bed, got behind her, gently, because I was so tender, and slowly eased my cock into her very sticky cunt.

As I pulled back, I saw my shaft was covered in chocolate.

So she’d had a Mars bar in her cunt too.

The chocolate was silky and warm, it was amazing.

C opened her eyes, looking at me, she said, “are you fucking my friend ?”

I nodded..”is it nice ?” She said.

“Oh yes”

“I love you” she said, “keep your spunk for me, please”

I gripped Lou’s hips and fucked frantically.

I had to make her cum. I knew I wasn’t going to be hard for long, and I had a duty to fuck my wife too.

Fortunately, what they had been doing with each other, had got her suitably ready, in minutes she was cumming.

As soon as she finished shuddering and shaking, she rolled over..

“Now, fuck your wife you bastard, give her your cock”

Thickly covered with cunt juice and chocolate, she pulled me by my cock and rubbed it on my wife’s slit.

I slid in. She was hot, wet, stickily slippery with chocolate and juices.

Her cunt was doing its thing.

Lou was kissing and sucking her nipples, I thrust and fucked with no finesse.

I felt Lou’s hand between us, and as I fucked she frigged my darling wife’s clit.

Like Lou, it didn’t take that long, thank fuck..

As she came, I made out I was shooting cum in her, jerking and moaning.

I was actually faking an orgasm.

I collapsed across the pair of them.

“Did you cum” she asked.

“Yes, of course “ I lied

“Wasn’t much spunk left for me, though, was there “

We regained our composure. Dressed, and left Lou to the mess that was her bed. Chocolate, vodka, stinking like a drug den.

We never had another fmf.

C had several other men, that I found for her, and one I didn’t.

Some of which I’ve written about previously.

I am still in a relationship with my, not so young now, lover.

And I am still happily married to my amazing wife.

I’ve had a relationship with two women for thirty years.

And the same wife for over 40 years

That night I had a woman in her 20s, another in her 30s, and my wife in her 40s.

I was 50.

When I was 50…it was a VERY good year.

It’s all true, if anything I’ve been economical with the facts.