I have been married to Sally for just over 20 years, and we are both in our mid-forties. As with any married couple we have had our ups and downs, but generally the good times have been far better than the bad ones. We have a twenty year old daughter that still lives at home with us until she has saved up enough money to put down a deposit on a house and move out with her boyfriend.
For a lady in her forties I think Sally looks great. She has brown hair which she cuts reasonably short into the nape of her neck. She has deep brown eyes and a wicked sense of humour. Although as she matures she does not have the perfect figure anymore -- who doesn't? However I would not call her greatly overweight. Her breasts are a 36 D cup size -- I know because I looked at the label on one of her bras in her lingerie drawer before I wrote this! She dresses well and has always kept her pussy naturally bushy round her long protruding love lips. She says that shaving and waxing is for 'young things that can take the pain'! I am sure that some would describe her pussy as 'meaty' -- it is full and when she is aroused her love lips become long and puffy.
Our life together changed completely by chance. One evening Sally asked to borrow my tablet to do a 'Google' search for something as the battery for her ipad had run low. What I had not realised though was that the last page viewed still displayed on the screen when the tablet was turned on -- so instead of loading the Internet up to the 'Google' start page Sally was confronted by an image of a sperm filled pussy hovering over a man's open mouth waiting for the pearly white sticky drip of juice to drop onto his tongue.
I must admit Sally took this a little better than I was expecting!
'That's an interesting image on your machine dear,' she quizzically asked. ' I had no idea this was the sort of thing that you looked at in your spare time.'
I felt my face redden and blush like a naughty schoolboy and was not quite sure what to say to Sally or how to handle the situation. I just mumbled something incoherent in my embarrassment.
'Perhaps we ought to have a little chat later.' Was all she said.
So that is how it all started. I had to explain to Sally that over the last few years I had become more and more aroused about the subject of cream pies and cleaning them up. I don't know why this is as I am certainly not gay, but there is definitely something that stirs deep emotions when fantasising about mature pussy's full of fresh sperm. Over recent years it had become more and more accessible on the Internet to access such content, whether via stories, images and videos. In fact both my laptop as well as my tablet was full of such material. Most was hidden away in secret files from prying eyes. Up until now I had kept my dirty fantasies to myself
Over a period of time Sally and I talked and opened up about our deepest desires and fantasies, and those things we held in deep dark secret places that up until now in our married life we had never shared. It was a liberating and interesting experience to say the least. It seemed to draw us closer together in our relationship. I suppose the old adage is true -- it is good to talk!
Sally gradually shared with me her erotic fantasies and desires to have sex with strangers. Apparently this had turned her on for many years but had been something she had not felt comfortable in discussing with me. She explained that the thought of undressing a stranger and seeing what his body was like, then having sex with him but never having to see him again turned her on immensely.
As we talked over a long period of time we learnt more about each other and what turned us on. It seems as if for most of our marriage we had only been going through the motions of making love with each other -- enjoyable but it obviously could have been so much better. Gradually our barriers broke down and we spoke freely and openly with each other. As we talked about strangers and cream pies as fantasies it became apparent that we would perhaps like to move on from the realms of fantasy and actually put some of desires into practise. Together we made a plan as to how we could put this into action.
Now as you read this you are probably thinking how weird that is: Woman finds kinky fetish porn on husbands computer, woman tells man she wants to fuck strangers, man and woman then decide to put fantasies into practise. Put like that is does seem out of the ordinary and unbelievable, however it was over a long period of weeks that we talked openly about this and other issues. It was almost as if we were at the beginning of our relationship again finding out all we could about each other. We decided that we had been together for a long period of time and wanted to stay together but that things had certainly become a little stale in our relationship -- especially sexually. We talked about the positives of making our fantasies real as well as the negatives. We decided that the positives far outweighed the negatives. We thought it would be a positive thing that we could become liberated together and explore our dark desires with each other rather than going behind each other's back, and ultimately causing hurt. We also decided that If either one of us was unhappy or did not want to go through with it then we would stop at any time.
So after weeks of talking we made a plan together. We decided that Sally would fuck a stranger and afterwards I would be able to clean up the mess that they made. We did not want this to happen at our home, especially as our daughter was still living with us. We also did not wish to see Sally's sexual partner again. In the end we decided the best thing to do was possibly at monthly intervals book into a good hotel which was some way out of our area. There we could relax and enjoy a good meal together and have the privacy of a nice room in an area where it was unlikely that anyone would know us or that we would have to go back to again. We decided that rather than try and pick someone up in the bar - being in our forties and married meant we had little practise at this! We decided instead on the direct approach, that is if Sally fancied the waiter that was serving our meal I would directly ask him if he wanted to fuck my wife. We felt that way we had nothing to lose , as we had control as to who we asked and if not interested the waiter could always just say no.
Our first adventure into our new life of sexual exploration was something of a disaster and anti-climax. I had booked a nice hotel some miles away from where we live. Sally had planned ahead and been shopping and bought a selection of new lingerie especially for the event. We had discussed what we wanted to happen and were excited in anticipation of our first experience in our new wanton lifestyle. The waiter that attended to us while we ate our evening meal was attentive and charming. Sally informed me she would be willing to let him fuck her so all seemed to be going well. However as our meal progressed and we were about to order desert I finally plucked up enough courage to directly ask the waiter if he wanted my wife later on that evening -- unfortunately he turned us down and said no as he was happily married. We were both very disappointed.
A few weeks later Sally and I tried again. I scoured the Internet and found a good hotel in a small town about fifty miles away from where we lived. It looked good from the images on their website and seemed to serve good food so I booked us a nice room for a Friday night, and ordered a dinner table for 7.30 pm. I even booked us in under a false surname, both to add to the excitement and to preserve anonymity The journey there was pleasant and all Sally and I talked about on way was how we wanted the evening to go, and hopefully who ever we picked to fuck her would be willing and not say no like our last attempt.
We booked into the hotel and made ourselves comfortable in the room. The room was luxurious and well maintained. The bed was a very large king-size and comfortable. There was a plush bedroom chair in the corner of the room adjacent to the bed. I moved the chair slightly to a different position and told Sally that I would be able to happily sit there and hopefully have a good view of all the proceedings later. She laughed excitedly and called me a horny kinky voyeur! Sally used the ensuite bathroom to have a long bath. I had bought some new bath oils for her so that she could relax in the bubbly hot water. I myself had a quick shower when she had finished while she was getting dressed for dinner.
Sally looked gorgeous as we left our bedroom for the dining room. She was wearing a skirt that seemed to hug her hips and a low cut blouse that showed a little more of her cleavage than she usually did. She had not put on too much make up but was wearing a slightly brighter shade of red lipstick than she usually did which accentuated her lips. We had a lovely table in the dining room and the food was of first class standard. Our waiter was called Steve and was probably in his early thirties. He was quite tall and slim in build, he was well groomed with short brown hair, and looked attractive in his crisp white waiters shirt. He was very attentive to us throughout the meal, making sure our food was served as it should be and that we had everything that we wanted. He made sure that Sally's pinot grigio and my glass of merlot was always topped up when we wanted it.
'What do you think?' I asked.
'He seems a nice man.'
'Yes he does, but what do you really think,' I asked again.
Sally gazed at me and her lips slowly turned up into a wry smile 'you mean do I want to let him fuck me?'
'Shhh' I said glancing round at the other diners, 'you don't want everyone to hear.'
'Yes then,' Sally leaned closer to me and whispered like a teenager 'he will do nicely.'
