I can’t believe it’s nearly 3 months since I last posted ..

For those that haven’t been following, this is the continuing, true account, about the fun and frolicks that I have enjoyed over the last 4 decades sharing my truly hot wife C. You can read this as it is, but there’s an unbelievable 18 episodes getting to this point…

As I had found a younger lover, C was a bit put out.

She had always said it wasn’t really fair, she had been “allowed” to enjoy others, surely it would only be fair that I could too, but, in typical female logic, when I did, she didn’t really like it. We’d tried swinging, but I was always more interested in watching her be fucked, and then having sloppy seconds, and she always prefaced any such encounters, by making me promise to save my cum for her cunt.

To be fair, she did really get off on a stiff cock, cumming deep inside her.

But nothing stays the same, and we settled into a new routine, I’d see my young lover on Tuesday, Si would cum (several times it seems) to ours, when I was out.

And then Wednesday I’d ask how things went.

Si had been sworn to secrecy, “sorry mate, if I tell you, she says I can’t visit anymore “

C wouldn’t say what they’d got up to…but..she did like me to fuck her Wednesday afternoons after work.

So this worked out well, I’d try and get her to tell all, she’d stay schtum , but I had a pretty good idea what had occurred, cos we had shared her on several occasions.

I’d play with her very spunky fanny, using his cum, from the evening before, to lubricate her clit. I’d ask if he’d cum once or twice, did she ride him, had he used his tongue etc. she’d just enjoy what I was doing.

Sometimes she’d demand that I go down on her, I never minded, she’d push my face into her cunt urging me to suck his cum out. I’d oblige her till she would cum on my face, then I’d raise up, slip my throbbing cock in her and kiss her, our faces a mess of spunk and fanny juice. She’d tell me I was a dirty fucking bastard, and she hated me for being a cheating bastard, then she’d beg me to spunk in her.

This went on nicely for quite a time, and then I decided I’d add a massage to our fun on Thursdays.

If you read the account of The massuer, chapter 11, from February, you’ll know that this was no normal massage.

And being as sexed up as we were, it was a very erotic experience.

The massages were great, he’d spend ages getting me really horny, by not actually touching me anywhere, if you understand me.

C used to get really horny watching. She’d be laying naked, by my side, holding my hand. Kieran would be naked, climbing over the pair of us, covering first me, then C in oil.

She loved watching him slide his body over me, using his torso to massage. Then he’d be bent over me, his dick hanging down over my face, not touching me though.

He’d use his stubble to stimulate my pelvic mound, rubbing his face all around my cock but never actually touching it. His breath on it was very stimulating.

I guess, for C, it was the equivalent of me watching two naked women sliding over each other.

What really turned me on, was how she’d react. After a while K would turn his attention to her, in a very short time, she’d be on her back, legs wide, as he massaged her thighs and eventually her cunt.

He’d pull it open, and the deep vermilion inner would be glistening with her juice, and the cum she’d had earlier in the week.

She’d be holding onto my cock as I laid next to her, and I’d watch, entranced, as he stimulated her clit, until it stood like a little cock, covered in creamy juices.

She wouldn’t last long, and as her body convulsed in orgasmic spasms, I’d get between her legs and thrust my cock deep inside her.

K would sometimes massage between bodies, manipulating my balls and her clit, or he’d get so carried away, that he’d wank himself off over the two of us…

You’d think this would be enough, but one day, one of our earlier friends got in touch, Paul.

He sent me an email, asking if we were ok. I replied, would you like to cum and visit next Wednesday, his reply was, “twice if that’s ok with you”

I neglected to tell C that I’d invited Paul.

The next Wednesday she was waiting for me, on the bed, I’d asked if she’d put a pair of black stay up stockings on..

She said I didn’t deserve it, but as I’d asked so nicely she would.

I told her I’d be a few minutes late, so could she start without me, just be ready legs spread, making her self wet and willing with all that cum Si had provided, the day before.

In reality I was waiting round the corner for Paul.

We entered the house together, noiselessly we went in.

I’d instructed him to strip off downstairs.

I called up, telling C I was home, did she want a drink.

She replied that she had one.

“Are you nice n sticky for me” I called out.

“Mmmmm”

Paul’s cock was upright, as was mine.

I nodded to him to go up.

“Close your eyes, I’ve got a surprise for you”

“Will I like it”

“Just close your eyes”

We looked in the bedroom, she was naked, except for the stockings.

Her legs spread, one hand covering her eyes, one teasing her clit.

“Don’t look”

“I won’t”

I reached down to her fanny, slipped in two fingers, “don’t look”

“Oh that’s nice “

I took my fingers out and turned to Paul, rubbing the juice on his nob end.

I stood to one side as he climbed between her legs. I lined his cock up, and he slid in…

“Oh fuck” she said…..

“You can look now”….

“Oh fuck, that’s nice, what ! who ! Oh you dirty bastards, oh fuck me Paul, I’ve missed your big dick”

It was certainly some session, he did cum twice, too.

Heady days, I wish we could do half of what we did then, but, at least we’ve done it

(Once again, none of this is fiction)