My wife and I have been married for 16 years. We live in Brisbane, Australia. I am 59 and she is 54. I'm a pretty average Australian man and reasonably fit and healthy for my age. My wife is an attractive Chinese woman, very slim and petite at 158 cm tall and 47kg. She loves yoga and dancing and is a medical professional who looks after herself health wise. I will call her Lori for the purpose of this story.
We've had a good marriage but with her working long hours and weekends, we don't spend a whole lot of time together and when we do, she simply wants to relax.
For her birthday last Saturday, we arranged well in advance for her to take the weekend off. I had a free night's accommodation courtesy of a hotel membership that I hold so booked a hotel for the Saturday night at the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia and also booked an early dinner at a nice restaurant.
Lori dressed fashionably for dinner in a knee length, figure hugging dress, a leather jacket and high heels. She usually doesn't bother with makeup but spent a lot of time in the bathroom emerging fully made up including false eyelashes that she hasn't worn since our wedding. She had used a curling wand on her hair and looked to me at least 15 years younger than her age.
We walked the 20 minutes or so to the restaurant and I confess to being proud when I saw several guys looking her up and down on the way. We had a beautiful meal and although we are rare drinkers -- my wife especially -- ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate her birthday and also to toast her for her tireless work. To my surprise, she drank 3 glasses to my one then ordered another bottle. Again, she drank 3 glasses and by that time was decidedly quite tipsy. She had to hold my arm when we left the restaurant and she insisted we walk along the beachfront on the way back to our hotel.
She stopped to use a bathroom along the way and when she came out, I noticed something odd about the way she looked at me. As she took hold of my arm, and we began to walk slowly along the beachfront she said, "I have something to tell you" then disclosed that she had removed her underwear and was feeling extremely excited. She is a naturally shy and quite reserved woman, so this came as a bit of a shock. I did realise though that she wasn't just tipsy but drunk.
We walked on past lots of people, through a market that was set up on the beachfront and when I went to cross the road to head for our hotel, she indicated that we should keep on walking. We walked another 300 metres or so and she pushed me towards a track that led from the street down onto the beach. It was poorly lit and after a minute I felt the pathway become sandy.
Lori stopped at a wooden post and rail fence that separates the beach from the street and leaned over it. As she did, she said "I want you to touch me". I looked around but there were no people who could see us in the dark, so I stood behind her and felt up under her skirt as she stood with her legs apart. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet, and I was able to slide my index and middle fingers right up inside her. She moaned loudly and pushed back onto my hand and began to gyrate slowly. I removed my sodden index finger replacing it with my ring finger. I then inserted my index finger into her ass which is something she hasn't been keen on in the past. She moaned again and pushed even harder against my hand forcing my index finger deep inside her before announcing "Ohhhh, I am cumming" and making high pitched keening noises as her orgasm took hold. I had the hardest erection I have had in years.
We didn't speak for several minutes as we slowly composed ourselves. She was still affected by the alcohol, but we walked back to the lit street area and with her firmly holding onto my arm headed back towards the hotel. We arrived at the hotel, and I thought it perhaps best if we had a coffee before heading up to our room to assist my wife to recover somewhat from the effects of the champagne. She normally doesn't drink coffee but agreed that it was a good idea.
We sat at a table quietly drinking our coffees and it became clear that my wife was still sexually excited. As she sat opposite me, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs inviting me to "enjoy the scenery". This carried on for several minutes and I was looking in all directions hoping that nobody would see what she was doing. A younger couple at a nearby table obviously realized what was happening and smiled across at us, the male at one point giving me the thumbs up. I was slightly embarrassed and nodded and smiled back. My wife noticed this and immediately stood up and walked over to the couple. After a minute or so she beckoned me over.
The couple introduced themselves as Rolf and Sally. They were from Holland and had been to a family wedding in Sydney. They were spending a few days on the Gold Coast before heading further north to Cairns before flying back to Europe.
Rolf was 33, fair and quite slim although shorter than me and had a neatly trimmed goatee. He said that he worked in banking. Sally was 31 and worked as a florist. She was as tall as Rolf and also very fair and slim. Rolf spoke very good English while his wife struggled a bit but was understandable. I apologized profusely for the intrusion of my wife, but they laughed it off and said it was fantastic that an older couple still clearly had a great sex life.
Before I knew it, we were enjoying light conversation and Rolf had ordered wine for everyone. I inwardly groaned as I knew my wife didn't need it. I noticed my wife and Sally deep in conversation with the odd whisper and giggle and tried desperately to hear what was being said. One bottle of wine became two and I saw Sally whispering to her husband. My wife stared straight at me and slowly opened her legs to reveal her glistening pussy. She said "darling, I want it." Which caused Sally to squeal and Rolf to laugh.
