Linsey Lee is the best wife in the world. Now 40 she still performs like a sex goddess. Always ready for cock and never underperforms.
At home we play various games and as I am quite small, I service her with various dildos and even cucumbers. She dresses up in various costumes, and at home, at work or outside always wears stockings, suspenders and dresses.
Arriving home late one evening, I enter the house to find Linsey dressed ready to go out.
"Whats up I ask?"
"Nothing" Linsey said.
"I just thought we could go out and have a little fun."
I showered and changed in record time and we walked to the local pub to have a drink. We chat and kiss, stealing a quick feel of her tits as situation allows. When we finish, we head off to the Indian for a quick bite to eat.
When we entered we realised it was football night and the restaurant was quite full.
We were shown a small table in the corner and ordered some food.
Clearly some of the football crowd were drunk and some started chatting to us, actually more like chatting to Linsey.
Complements came thick and fast and she laughed most of them off.
People started to leave, but two older men stayed for a few more drinks and moved near to us so they could chat easier, and get a better look at my wife!
Linsey has always had a thing for older men, thinking they have more experience and but really she feels sorry for them in many cases as she thinks they are lonely.
They asked how long we had been married and we told them a few years, not meeting until we were older.
Like a flash the oldest looking man said.
"So I missed you by a few years?"
His mate quickly responded.
"Maybe so, but it extended your life. If you married to her you would have had an heart attack by now!"
We all laughed and ordered more drinks
Linsey went to the ladies room and the two men, who were now quite drunk, started telling me she was stunning and how lucky I was.
I explained Linsey liked older men, but would never make a move without my agreement.
I also told them of my fantasy of seeing her with older men.
I then explained I would not object if they tried to make some moves on Linsey, and providing she didn't object I would allow things to happen.
They looked shocked and said.
"But where, how?"
I explained we lived nearby and since the restaurant was closing why didn't they pretend they could not get a taxi for two hours.
I knew Linsey would feel sorry for them and invite them back for coffee. Linsey returned and plan was put in place.
I paid for our meal and Linsey and myself said goodnight. She asked where they were going and they explained they needed to wait outside since they failed to book taxi early enough, focusing more on her and less about how to get home.
Linsey asked.
"How long is your wait?"
"Two hours." was the reply from the older man.
"That is stupid." Linsey said.
"Its cold and it may rain, why not wait with us and have a coffee?"
"After-all its seems to be my fault you never booked the taxi early!"
Linsey looked at me and I said.
"Its fine, come home with us."
Twenty minutes later we are sat looking at the TV and I said.
"I'll make the coffee."
About 10 minutes later, I came back into the room with the coffee to find Linsey sat on the settee between the two older men.
"These guys are funny." Linsey said.
"They keep insisting I should be a film star."
"What type of films?" I ask.
"There is only one type." the older man says as he puts his hand on Linsey's knee.
She turns to look at him, and he leans in and kisses her on the lips, she stays still and he slides his hand up inside her dress.
She still stays still and its quite clear he has found her warm flesh above her stockings.
"Stocking and suspenders." he says quietly.
