We'd been asked if we would like to support a local sports club by offering to billet an athlete for the coming season. Providing them with a home in return for some expenses.
Our kids had long left home and we had the room, so it seemed like a good idea. Though I confess, I had an ulterior motive beyond the money and supporting the club, that my wife didn't have.
My wife and I are in our early 50's and we were in that phase where sex had become mundane...a bit of a chore. To be honest, it had never been great anyway.
I guess you would describe my wife as somewhere between a MILF and a GILF, she wasn't a gran, but possibly a little on the older side to be considered a MILF.
She is still hot. She still looks after herself and has always cared about her appearance. She would pass for 10 years younger. Decent figure, trimmed pussy, sizeable tits that were still pretty perky - great cleavage - and a cute face with very kissable lips. She isn't tall, but her legs have a great shape and toned look, and her ass is a peach. She still draws admiring glances from most guys. Not that she cares about that. She doesn't.
After the kids had moved out, I had tried to rekindle the magic (that never was) by trying to coax her in to new things, new experiences. I was becoming a horny bastard, with cuckold or sharing and hot wife fantasies strong in my thoughts and desires, and I tried to introduce such ideas in to our sex life, or daily life when ever I could.
You know, I would ask her if she had ever thought about fucking other guys, or what her fantasies were, or what turned her on...whether she would like to try role play, or introduce some toys, or watch some porn together. I confessed my own fantasies of watching her fuck another guy, to see and listen to her respond to his big (often black) cock. Hot wifing was particularly attractive and I tried to sell the benefits of the life style to her as often as I could during sex.
I would point out guys ogling her when we were out, or make crude remarks about them being hung, or come up with some innuendo when the situation presented itself.
But, nothing ever came of it. She didn't admit or confess to anything, she didn't want role play, or toys, or to watch porn. Nothing. She humoured me when I did bring it up, without ever really engaging, and I was left to babble away as I fucked her, pretending I was some strange bull giving her a pounding, pleading with her to share how she felt, to at least admit to being turned on by my musings.
When we were approached about taking in a lodger she wasn't keen at first, probably very wary of my intentions, but she had to admit the money would come in handy, and the rooms were just sitting there empty. Plus, in the end I think she was a little less concerned when she realised the lodger would be no older than our adult son and therefore unlikely to be the object of her husbands scheming, or of any sexual interest to the lad. She also liked the idea of having someone to fuss over again. She hates having nothing to do.
She agreed, and left me to discuss the finer details with the club, including who we would get, and if there was some kind of selection process, or interview.
After going through the candidates, I interviewed 3 of them, as it had to be right for them as well as us. I knew who I wanted before the interviews, but went through the process anyway.
To make sure Shirley was happy with my choice, I then asked the preferred candidate to meet her at our home over dinner to seal the deal.
Tyrone, was a black 25 year old athlete signed at the club for the new season, and I liked his swagger and confidence when I interviewed him. The guy was a player.
I don't know if Shirley was surprised, or even a little suspicious of my selection, but if she did she never showed it. She welcomed him in and sat him down at the table and fed him, chatted to him about where he was from, and his sport. All mundane get-to-know you stuff.
For my part, I watched Tyrone intently as he spoke to Shirley, paying her food, her home and herself compliments and thanking her for the opportunity. He was all manners on the outside, but those eyes of his scanned her form appreciatively, especially her tits, which as usual had a fair amount of cleavage on view.
Toward the end of the night, they were like old friends. Swapping harmless flirting about how the girls must love him and about how she might need to create house rules about bringing ladies back home, and in return he was teasing her that I probably had to fight guys off too, to keep hold of her. Music to my ears.
There was no doubt Tyrone was going to move in. And 2 days later he did.
He'd been there for a couple of weeks when he came home with a lady friend, a young girl. I had not dared introduce Tyrone yet in to my fantasies during sex with Shirley...firstly because we had only had sex twice since he moved in, and secondly because it was too soon. But I planned to.
After a brief introduction they disappeared to his room, and despite some background music, it was pretty obvious to both of us what they got up to. She certainly seemed to enjoy it, and it went on for a good while.
We both sat in the living room for a couple of hours, pretending to ignore it and failing. In the end I had to say something.
"Sounds like someone's having fun...oh to be young and hung." I giggled.
"Steve, that's a bit crude. And an assumption."
"It might be crude, but its no assumption is it...I mean for one, her reaction tells you he's packing...and two, well you can't have failed to notice he his hung because he always struts around the house in shorts, and well...you can't bloody miss it swinging about like an elephants trunk can you...I am not blind and neither are you."
She blushed. "Yes, well I suppose I can't argue there can I. It does rather stand out."
I so badly wanted to ask her the obvious and wheedle out of her if she thought about what it would look like / be like..but bottled it.
We decided to go to bed ourselves instead, where she immediately thrust her buttocks in to my cock as I spooned her, a sign that she wanted me to take her. I didn't argue, and I don't know how I did it, but I never said a word. Instinct telling me not too. She was clearly turned on with listening to Tyrone service his young lady, and just possibly the thought of what that cock could do to her.
The next morning, Tyrone came downstairs in just his shorts again to get some juice. The girl had not stayed the night, we heard her leave about midnight.
"Hi..." he said.
"Look this is awkward, but I hope you err, weren't too disturbed last night. She was a little vocal." And he laughed.
We both looked at each other hoping the other would answer first. In the end I did.
"Well, you're young and we can't expect you to live like a monk." And then I do what all blokes do and came out with the old macho bullshit comment.
"And I have to say mate, pretty impressive going. Jesus you can tell you're an athlete with stamina like that. Not to mention gifted."
I cringed at myself.
Shirley was agape. Tyrone looked stunned.
"Erm...yeah, thanks. I think." And he laughed.
Shirley tried to take the elephant out of the room (though not the one in Tyrones shorts).
"Whats he like...bloody men. Always comparing and thinking their gods gift. Never mind him love. Look we are going to have to get used to it...all of us. As he says we can't expect you to be a monk, so if you are ok that we might hear things, then we'll have to be ok with hearing them. Hard not too under the same roof, we can't avoid each other and make schedules around each other. We'll just have to get on with it."
Then Tyrone said something. It wasn't so much what he said, but it was how he said it and the fact he was staring straight in to Shirley's eyes when he said it.
"I'm OK with that. I don't mind YOU hearing whats going on at all."
She broke off eye contact, but she clearly got the message. "That ok with you Steve?" She said rather hoarsely.
"Oh, yes...that's fine with me too." My heart was having palpitations. There was no way either of us misunderstood that line.
Another week passed by. He'd had no more visitors, but he had clearly become to feel relaxed around us at home.
He often strolled around in his shorts still, he was very rarely fully clothed when relaxing about the house, his muscular but languid frame sauntering from room to room, or lazing on the sofa watching TV. Both of us were drawn to that swinging slab of meat. We tried hard not to, but we both saw each of us fail that test on numerous occasions. I'm pretty sure Tyrone did too. And I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it.
A new lady friend was brought home shortly after, with the same result. This time however, no music was played in an attempt to drown anything out. We sat there listening to her tell Tyrone how fucking amazing his big black cock was, how good his cock felt inside her...to fuck her harder, to come inside her. We heard all sorts of noises, gasps, whining, keening, grunting, as well as explicit chat, and it went on and on.
After an hour I suggested we left them to it and went to the pub.
When we got back an hour and a half later there was silence. We didn't know if she had left or not, but suspected as much, as he was appreciative that we needed to sleep!
As before however, Shirley positioned herself to be fucked as soon as we got in bed. I decided to broach the subject this time, tentatively.
"So does listening to them turn you on." I asked as I slid my cock in and out of her soaking hole.
"What? Silence. No reply. Aw come on Shirley, that's twice in a row you have wanted to be fucked after hearing Tyrone with those women, and you're pussy is so fucking wet. I mean it can't be a coincidence."
"I'm human ok..so shoot me. Yes, alright damn it, yes it got me horny, is there anything wrong with that?
"No. Do you wonder what it would be like? Do you think about his cock fucking you like that."
"To far. I'm not going to answer that. And you can drop any ideas you have on that score, so stop talking now and just fuck me ok."
