That’s a bit short, I said, as my wife modelled her new outfit.

She looked fabulous.

Today, she looks like a lovely 70 year old granny, but 35 years ago she looked fucking hot

(she’s still fabulous, but not like that)

We were going out to a corporate dinner.

She had high, ‘fuck me’, heels on. A black mini dress, that showed a lot of cleavage.

She never wore a bra in those days, she didn’t need one.

36Ds nice and firm. Not skinny, but not fat, she had a fantastic body and wonderful legs. 5ft 2in of very hot wife, before ‘hot wife’ was even a term.

“Don’t you like it then” she pouted.

“Yes of course, but you’ll show your knickers off”

“No I won’t “ she immediately replied.

“You will, bend over”

She turned round and bent over the settee…

“You fucking tart, you haven’t got any knickers on” I said

“See, I told you I wouldn’t show them off”

She went to straighten up..”No, tart, stay there”

Swiftly my cock was out and I dropped my trousers down.

Before she could say no, my cock was in her.

“Oh fuck, you horny bastard” she moaned.

She was wet and spunky from the fucking we’d been having earlier.

We were always in a state of arousal in those days, and would fuck whenever we could.

We’d recently discovered the joys of inviting another man, to join us for sex, and the effect was constantly extremely erotic.

She was starting to cum, and I gripped her hips as I thrust in her.

She was insatiable in those days. My pal would visit once a week and we’d both fuck her at least twice.

She’d want more sex when he’d gone, so I could ‘reclaim her’

In the morning she’d want it again, then that night, cos “my Fanny’s throbbing, I need more cum in it”

The next day she’d get me to re-live what we’d done with him, and “what else could we do…”

She was screaming to be fucked now, ..fucked and spunked up, begging me to give it to her, hard.

Well, given how much I was giving her, my reserves were a bit low.

I was hard, but there wasn’t much spunk there.

She wanted cum, “lots of it, please.”

“Stay there, like that” I commanded her.

She knew my pal was coming with us, but she didn’t know he was coming to our house, she thought he was meeting us at the venue.

“Don’t move, and don’t turn around “ I said.

She was bent over the back of the sofa, naked arse presented, that new dress up around her waist.

Her cunt was open and glistening.

I heard his car….”don’t move”

I went to the door, putting my fingers to my lips, with a shhh sign, to him.

He came in, looking through to the lounge, he could see her prostrated across the sofa.

He looked at me, with a grin..

I just made a “help yourself “ motion.

As he was taking his trousers off, I went into the lounge.

She was starting to get up and I went round to the front and got hold of her hands.

“Look at me” I said “don’t turn around, stay like this.

She was helpless, exposed.

“Who’s that” she asked.

“Look at me, don’t move”

My pal got the idea.

Silently he got behind her. He grabbed her hips.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she exclaimed.

“Don’t turn around “ I said.

“Oh fuck” she said, as my mate slid his cock in her.

“Oh fucking hell, that feels so big” she gasped, “it’s so nice, who is it”

“Shh” I replied “it doesn’t matter who it is, he’s just going to fuck you and give you the spunk you’re always begging for”

“Oh yes please, oh please spunk in me, fuck me, whoever you are”

My pal needed no further encouragement.

He proceeded to give her a thorough fucking. Thrusting hard into her.

“Give it to her, mate” I said. “She’s a horny bitch that can’t get enough, she even lets my mate fuck her, she’ll probably want you to join in too.

He got what I was doing, and said nothing. He did slap her arse a couple of times, something we never did, in the hope of disguising that it was him.

I could see that he was going to cum soon.

She was constantly in orgasm mode when we played these games, it didn’t take much to make her cum.

“He’s going to cum soon” I told her.

“Oh yes, I hope it’s lots and lots of cum, hot creamy cum, oh pleeeeaaasssee”

He came, and so did she.

He slid out of her with a wet plop.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I held on to her as he left, as silently as he could.

When he’d driven away, I let go of her hands.

“Who was it” she asked

“I don’t know..I think it was a Jehovah’s Witnesses “

“Come on, we’re going to be late”

Later that evening, over dinner, she told my pal, that I’d let a stranger in to fuck her, describing exactly what happened.

She then invited him home with us, to “add to the cream, that’s oozing out of my fanny” she said.

He did too.