Note from author- I had some difficulty in choosing a category for this story. Loving Wives is a misnomer and should be titled 'cheating wives.' There is a need for a cheat, or cheating partners category as well as a cuckold sub category I think. Also office sex and outdoor sex. But that's just me. So I emphasised the voyeuristic angle to place it here.
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Familiarity? Boredom? The age difference? Any or all of these factors contributed to my wife and I ceasing to sleep together. A low libido, a result of high living, had reduced my sex drive dramatically on top of all that and Susy had informed me, after five years of marriage, that our sex life had become stale and redundant. Of course I was in total agreement and I contemplated our future together for a solid week. I met my wife Spanish Susy in the city of Barcelona when she was aged eighteen and I had been swept off my feet by her stunning beauty. She was an occasional model and I had heard that she had fucked live onstage in Barcelona before a paying audience for 'Actrices Del Porno.' I was already in my late fifties when we met and was beginning to show a receding hairline and paunch. I had accumulated fifty million pounds sterling after selling my majority of stock in the British company called Pharmaceuticals, UK.
At twenty five I had started at the bottom in London, moving to Boston after some time where we teamed up with our American counterpart, Pharmaceuticals, USA. Our company took a gnat bite out of the US billion dollar industry that is the medicine business, but a gnat bite out of seventy five billion dollars annually was a bite big enough. On my successful return to England I eventually became managing director and bought up as much stock as I could afford over the years. At age fifty five I sold it all, retired and invested in property. I indulged myself in food, travel and women, making up for all the years I had worked long and hard. Women were my biggest vice and I slept with some of the most beautiful females in the world. Until I met her. I was besotted and lusted after her to the point that I was possessed with having her. x
I lavished jewelry and expensive clothing on her and we took exotic vacations in my attempt to woo the young Latina and finally succeeded on her twentieth birthday when we married in a grand ceremony in London. Soon after, Susy expressed a wish to have her nose reduced and her breasts enhanced which only made her even more desirable in my eyes. Then it was a tattoo, and then she began to demand more and more and I was happy to oblige, thinking myself lucky to have such a fine piece of ass beside me in bed every night. As I was loaded I was not foolish enough to imagine that she had genuine feelings for me but my lust for her body knew no bounds. We fucked each other maybe a thousand times over the years until my libido diminished and she dropped her bombshell. I feared that she would leave me and I wondered how many times she had cheated on me during the latter part of our marriage. How was I so naïve to think that such a hot blooded Latina would not desire intense and passionate sex with a like minded hot blooded male. My fear of losing her came to a zenith when I inadvertently stumbled on her with a ripped hunk of about her age in our bed. I surprised myself in that instant when I realised that I was not angry or dismayed but very, very aroused at the sight of Susy getting banged by a big cock. It was then that I had a vision of what our lives would be like starting now.
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"So what do you have planned tomorrow, my love?"
I put down my I-Pad and looked to my left. Susy and I were in bed and she was lying on top in the buff and idly filing her nails.
"Tomorrow I am going shopping at Harvey Nichols. I told you already."
I always loved the sound of her accent and her sexy soft voice and I smiled back.
"Oh, that's right. And then come to the office so we can get lunch together."
I had two offices on the fifteenth floor of number 20 Fenchurch Street, a high rise building in the City of London and which was also known as the 'Handset' or 'Talkie-Walkie.'
"Si. Si. I know this Eric. When are we going to start our games? I am bored. You promised me a nice surprise."
The realisation for me was the fact that I had experienced a thrill, a newly discovered voyeuristic streak that had been dormant until now. I was happy to watch my wife with others, seeing her fuck and take satisfaction from being used as a sex toy. My mind went back to that first time I had discovered her cheating. There she was, on her back, with a grunting young hunk between her open legs and humping his tight ass up and down. And Susy gripping his butt firmly as she writhed beneath him, begging him to fuck her harder. I knew what he was fucking as the memory of her velvet warmth made my big toe shoot up in my shoe. When we were a couple I didn't see the whole picture but now I planned on seeing all of her as she interacted with other men. I had worked out several scenarios and Susy and I had discussed at length how we were to proceed. Instead of jumping into bed with just any old well hung guy I told her to expect only the most erotic of situations, and I would hire only the very best studs for her enjoyment, vetted and deemed healthy by me. Susy had agreed when I told her that I would be more than happy for her to sleep with others, on the proviso that I was allowed to watch. Sometimes I would inform her of events and other times she should be prepared for the unexpected.
"Soon, my love. Very soon."
Susy stood up and yet again her vivacious body made my jaw drop. She was five feet nine in bare feet and had legs like a gazelle, toned thighs and well turned calves. Her D cup tits were now perfect, firm and rounded with dark areolas and hard nipples. Behind her back her bubble butt was spectacular with lifted and separated cheeks that had mesmerised me ever since I had met her. Between her upper thighs her shaven pussy mound protruded with smooth labia and pronounced outer lips. Her complexion was a sultry light olive and her long black hair extended down to the small of her narrow back.
"I'm taking a shower."
Her smouldering deep brown eyes flashed at me and she pouted with those full lips of hers as she turned on her heel. Her tits bounced at the same time and my eyes then fixed on her tantalising tattoo of a garland of roses that ran from her left shoulder blade, down her left hip to where it finished at the top of her Mons. She also had a playboy bunny on her left hipbone and a garter that wound around her upper left thigh that I had loved to lick as I warmed her up for a good pussy licking. Yes, tomorrow would be our first foray in our new lives.
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I arrived at nine as usual and took the lift to the fifteenth floor. The work was minimal and in fact I had a small team of three lower lever executives who took care of my finances. Today I saw that Luke had arrived also and I nodded at him as I opened the door to my office which read 'Eric Thompson, Managing Director.' I sat at my ten foot long mahogany desk and settled back in the leather upholstered chair. I had been in contact with the most stylish of male escort agencies and had come across 'MC.' Or Male Company, England's number one gigolo agency. I was assured that the sexual needs of ladies were catered for by the most attractive men. All were reliable, healthy and professional and operated anonymously and discreetly.
"Mrs. Thompson is here, Mister Thompson."
"Good, send her right in please." At twenty seven Luke was a little over six feet tall, with thick brown hair that bordered on the untidy side. He had an average build and wore a plain white shirt, red tie and dark grey trousers. His personal profile told of his good manners and humour. He was into sport and stayed in excellent shape by playing tennis. Sounded like an ideal starter to me but it was his penetrating grey eyes that I hoped Susy might become lost in. Lined with long lashes he hardly blinked at all as he escorted my wife into the office and then withdrew.
'Hola, Eric."
"Hola, Susy. Been busy?"
She laughed and held up three bulging brand name bags which I guessed would set me back a few grand. As usual she was smoking hot in an impossibly tight knitted sweater pulled in at the waist to accentuate her ample bosom. Her black leather mini skirt was tight enough to outline the magnificent curves of her behind and the short length meant she displayed her long, toned legs. Her tallness was further heightened by her choice of four inch platform heels with the hollowed out styling. She kissed me on the cheek and then pointed to the door.
"Who is the new guy?"
'Oh, him? Don't know." I waved my hand in dismissal. "Just some temp. Want to say hi?"
I pressed the intercom and Luke came back in. We both saw that he had removed his necktie and that his shirt was undone at the top to show off a glimpse of a toned and smooth chest.
"Hello, Mrs. Thompson. Your husband was correct. You are extremely beautiful."
"Muchas gracias."
"He also informs me that you are an insatiable slut who loves nothing more than to have her brains fucked out."
Susy turned to look at me and silently mouthed the word 'him?' She was startled by Luke's next move as he spun her around to face me, pinning her frame against the heavy desk. With her mesmeric, almost feline eyes on me she opened her mouth in amazement as her long legs were spread out by Luke's right knee and her skirt was hiked up over her firm buns.
"Joder!"
Her scanty pink panties were dragged down her legs in a trice and the stud placed his face into the sublime crack of her ass. I turned my head as if distracted as Luke proceeded to kneel down and lick at the fleshy labia of my moaning wife. Her head dipped and her hands gripped the edge of the desk as her pussy was tongued deeply by the dark haired male.
"Eric!"
"Mmm?"
I feigned disinterest as Luke held her quivering hips and slobbered noisily under her. Susy began to struggle for breath as she looked at me with the realisation that this was a setup. I looked up in a casual manner to see Luke undo her skirt from behind and let it drop to the carpet. Susy stepped out of it and looked astonishingly desirable in just heels and sweater. She could not see what I could see which was Luke unzip his fly and whip out his throbbing erection. If Susy wanted cock then she was about to receive one which was as thick as a can of beer! Again the confidant stud moved around to her front again and he brushed his fingertips across her unhooded clit right in front of me.
