The start

Since writing my account of being my wife’s pimp it made me think how we came to to try, and then enjoy, sharing our sex lives.

If there’s interest, and judging by the comments and likes from my first trip down memory lane, I’ll serialise the last 40 odd years of fun we had.

We were both married before, to other people, when we got together over 40 years ago. Our first fuck was fabulous, in the front seat of my Volvo, in the moonlight. Her husband’s cock was smaller than mine, I knew this, as I could feel where he fitted, she was so tight, and when I pushed passed the length she was used to, she screamed out in passion, encouraging me in no uncertain terms to “fuck me with that big fat cock, you bastard”

We fucked at every opportunity, she loved my cock, it’s not that big, it’s just that his was small and slim.

We left our respective spouses and set up home.

After the initial lust, we kept the levels up with written porn, and the new invention of videos. She always got turned on the most by the “readers wives” letters and videos that depicted mfm. I didn’t mind, I encouraged it, making up stories, changing names to ours to spice things up, even more.

Sex was fun and hot.

I really started to think about seriously making our joint fantasies into reality, after a party we attended.

It was a 40th birthday party, a customer of mine.

It was being held in a hotel not that far from home.

She bought a short leather skirt to wear, it was in Madonna’s early days, underwear was being worn on the outside. C bought a red satin basque which showcased her breasts beautifully.

She had a matching black leather bolero jacket. And 4 inch high leather and metal stiletto shoes. Just the shoes said “fuck me” the red satin basque, short leather skirt, black stockings and suspenders, and no nickers. She looked fucking hot.

I fucked her when she tried on the outfit. Over the settee, skirt up, straight in no messing, wham bam, fuck you maam..

So on the evening of the party, she knew she looked hot, and I wanted to do her before we went out. She strutted about, tormenting me, promising me fun on our return..

Steve, the birthday boy, could not believe my new lady, he was like a dog on heat around her. He kept leaning over her when we were sat eating, looking down her cleavage, hands on her shoulders, she slipped the jacket off, she knew the effect she was having, and was flaunting it..

When it came to dancing, Steve was monopolising her. I didn’t mind, but his wife was getting pretty pissed off.

C, realising this, said she’d like to go outside for a breath of air. She did look pretty flushed, so I agreed and out we went. The car park was full of top end cars and we wandered about them. I pointed out Steve’s E type jag.

“Well he doesn’t need a penis substitute, she said. “His cock’s even bigger than yours”

I pulled her round, and before I could ask how she knew that, she explained how he’d been pressing his erection up against her for the last twenty minutes and playing with her nipples and suspender straps, the teasing almost making her cum.

I spun her back round, pulling her skirt over her arse, I pulled my cock out and slid straight in. I don’t think I’d ever felt her so wet and ready.

“Oh yes” she said, “oh that’s so fucking nice, fuck me you horny bastard”

I pulled the straps from her shoulders down exposing her breasts as I fucked her over the bonnet of the nearest car..a Bentley..

As I fucked her I asked, “would you rather this was Steve fucking you, you fucking slut”

“Oh yes,” she replied, “his cock felt soooo fucking huge against my thigh, I was tempted to get it out and let him have me on the dance floor”

“So you’ve been feeling it up then, tart”

“I’ve been rubbing it up and down and telling him how nice it feels, and he’s been groping my tits and pushing his leg on my clit for ages, I had to come off the dance floor or I’d have cum”

That was it, with a final thrust I spunked deep into her throbbing cunt.

She collapsed, I had to hold her up till she got her legs back.

We straightened our clothes, arm in arm we went back into the party.

The guy on the reception desk gave me a big grin. I could see a bank of cc tvs behind him.

“You’ve just been on tv” I whispered to C. She looked quizzical, until I pointed out the receptionist and his tvs.

Dirty bitch blew him a kiss.

As soon as we appeared, Steve was back. He whisked C off to the dance floor.

After about another 20 minutes she was back.

“Time to go” she said.

I looked at her…

“Steve’s wife just reclaimed her husband, she pulled his hand off me and it was quite funny, she couldn’t understand why his fingers were so sticky “

I looked at her..

“I really wanted to tell her it was your spunk….come on, I need another fucking after what he was doing to me, and if you don’t do it, l’m sure I can find someone who will”

It was a year or so, before we had our first mfm, and it wasn’t with Steve, but I believe it was this occasion that made us both realise that it was to be an inevitability…

I’ll tell you more, if you’d like me to.