My wife, Mandy, and I are in our fifties but have recently been enjoying a blossoming of what was already a great sexual relationship.
Mandy is, by any measure, an attractive woman. She is a sparky and quick witted blue-eyed blonde with an engaging smile. She is curvy and voluptuous, well-toned and likes to dress well. It was a combination for which I fell in my teens and has beguiled me ever since. The truth is that as we have grown older together she has moved out of my league and now, looking much younger than her years, seems to get as much attention from men as she ever has. She enjoys that attention but, until recently, only responded by flirting and teasing. I enjoy her enjoying that attention and always have.
We did some swinging in our thirties which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. My interest in those sessions was to see Mandy paired off with one or two younger men. I was not interested in pursuing women. But we soon stopped after some particularly poor experiences and really did nothing more, although a few years later I did make it clear to Mandy that I would still enjoy watching her with another, younger man if she was inclined to do it. She said she had no great desire for it but if the opportunity arose and she was in the mood she wouldn't rule it out.
I lived in hope for quite a long time until, on a short trip away at a hotel, she took up an offer from a guy she met in the bar while she was having a drink on her own. His name was Garcia. I had a sensational evening watching this well hung guy expertly pleasuring Mandy and then fucking her with his big cock. When they were done she made sure I had a great orgasm, giving me all the things I love in a spectacular fashion. It was a fantastic night and while I hoped for more of the same I wasn't sure if it would maybe turn out to be a one-off.
However, a short while later we were on our favourite nude beach. While Mandy sometimes teased voyeurs and watched them wank, we didn't usually engage in any contact with them. It was kind of an agreed rule for the beach. However, on this quiet day she was particularly taken with a good looking guy who came looking, and she struck up a conversation with him, mocking him gently for wearing shorts on a nude beach. However, when he revealed his very impressive cock from under his shorts her attitude changed.
In no time they had clicked and were being intimate. Indeed, things progressed rapidly as she got carried away and, after enjoying some skilful masturbation from this guy, Michael, she ended up pleading with me to let him fuck her. I was happy to approve and I still have a picture I took of her sat on his cock, grinding her hips with her hands in her hair in the sunshine and looking a vision of ecstasy. It was another fantastic experience.
Following these events on the beach we had a long and frank chat about what we wanted and where the boundaries would be.
Mandy said she had had two great experiences and really enjoyed the virility of the younger men and, in particular, she had enjoyed having big cocks, both the look and feel of them and the sensation of being stretched and filled by them. She would quite like similar experiences but she didn't want to pursue other men without me. Nor did she want to go to swinger clubs again or to just cuckold me. And she didn't want other women involved.
For my part I was more than happy to go along with all this. She was fulfilling my fantasies and I had no desire, and felt no need, to pursue other women.
We talked in detail about what was acceptable in these situations. Sucking and licking fine. Letting a guy come in her mouth was OK but any fucking would have to be with a condom. No anal with them. And we worked out some secret words by which she could let me know that she wanted to fuck a guy we had met, and we could indicate to each other if we wanted to stop.
So how should we proceed?
Mandy said the spontaneity of these two encounters had been part of their appeal and while finding someone online might leave us with little doubt that the guy had all the physical attributes which might excite her, she still preferred meeting men randomly and getting comfortable with them on a personal level first. She really does not like boorish, unsophisticated men and initial impressions have always been important to her. If a guy was engaging and interested in her, and she found him attractive, she said she would rather take a chance on whether or not they had the other skills and attributes she desired.
As to where. Well, we were already members at the gym and spa in a hotel near to us although we never really used its other facilities. One midweek evening we had chanced to go through into the bar for a drink and found it was full of men with not much to do. Our town has several large companies headquartered there and we quickly realised that, during the week, the mainstay of the hotel's clientele were businessmen dealing with these companies. We had sat down at a table and I noticed Mandy got admiring looks from everywhere. After our conversation we remembered that evening and we decided that when she was in the mood, that place would probably provide plenty of opportunities.
It turned out that Mandy was actually excited to pursue things and, when we were there on a Wednesday a couple of weeks or so later, we found ourselves going through to the bar after using the spa. Sure enough, she was hit on from all directions and several men tried to join us and strike up a conversation but none of them seemed to take her fancy. She said she knew what she wanted and was happy to be patient and wait for the right man.
Mandy takes longer in the changing rooms than me as she takes her time, dries her long hair and puts on make-up. Usually I stay in the pool a little longer and we then meet in the reception area before we leave. I suggested to her that maybe I could go on through to the bar and wait for her and that this would give her the option to join me or, if she was so inclined, to go and sit at a different table and see what transpired. This was effectively what happened with Garcia, albeit without the planning, and she became quite enthusiastic about the possibilities.
The next time we were there this is what she did. I went to the bar and watched Mandy breeze in with her bag over her shoulder and find a table without acknowledging me. Over her bare legs she had on a tight and stretchy brown skirt, which came two or three inches above her knee, and a thin white cotton cardigan with a V-neck and a lot of small buttons down the front. Her white bra pushed her large breasts up in to a deep, inviting cleavage. She was flushed and glowing from the spa and looked radiant.
She ordered a drink and within a few minutes one of the guys stood at the bar had wandered over and asked if he could join her. He looked to be in his forties, had expensive looking clothes and was well groomed but sported a large pot belly. A bit of a lounge lizard. She didn't like the look of him and immediately said that she was waiting for someone and he walked away, a bit crestfallen. Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed and seemed to put off any further attention although there were still several men with their eyes fixed on her.
After about twenty minutes I was about to send her a text asking if I should come across to join her when a young guy in a business suit ambled into the bar and scanned the area looking for a table. Mandy was checking her phone but had seen him enter and was immediately interested. He was about six feet with longish dark hair and looked lean and fit with a lightly tanned, clean shaven face with strong jaw line. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, flashing her thighs, while pretending to be texting. He saw it and immediately sauntered over and asked if a seat was free. Mandy looked up and nonchalantly said "Yes, go ahead." and then looked down at her phone again. When she finally put the phone back into her bag he quickly struck up a conversation with some small talk.
After a couple of minutes of chatting Mandy's body language changed and she started flirting with him, leaning forward and listening intently to him and occasionally smiling broadly. He had obviously made a good first impression. She re-crossed her legs several times and on each occasion his eyes flashed downwards to get a glimpse of her thighs and her crotch. After a couple of times she slowed the movement down to make sure he got a glimpse of her dark pubic hair through her white lacy panties. Within a quarter of an hour he was all but drooling over her. He ordered more drinks.
Mandy excused herself to go to the restroom. A minute later my phone beeped as a text arrived. "I like him. Let's see where this goes. Are you OK with it?"
I texted back, "No problem."
Mandy came back and a flicker of a smile crossed her face as she walked past me although she didn't look at me. As she got to the table her suitor stood up and picked up their drinks and gestured at a table in a quieter area, with softer lighting and armchairs, and waited for a response. Mandy nodded and they moved across. He walked ahead of her and put her drink in front of a chair which had its back to me and the rest of the bar, and then he sat opposite after Mandy had sat down.
The conversation seemed to continue to flow. I could see his eyes constantly dropping to look at her legs but I couldn't see what she was doing. I got frustrated and so took a walk to the toilet by a long route which gave me a better view of what was happening. I immediately saw that Mandy was sat with her skirt half way up her thighs and her legs now held slightly apart, giving him glimpse of her crotch. I walked on and then, a couple of minutes later, walked back by the same route by which time her legs were slightly further apart and he was now sat on the edge of his seat, leaning forward. The conversation looked to be less jolly now and they were talking in hushed tones.
I returned to my seat, picked up my drink and moved to stand at the bar where I could see them better. I sent a text on my phone, "Are you comfortable?"
I watched as she excused herself and reached for her handbag to retrieve her phone. He sat right back in his chair so that he was almost horizontal and his eyes were fixed on Mandy's legs. She read my text, said something to him, and then began to type.
"His name is Phil. He hasn't taken his eyes off my knickers so I think he is keen. I'm going to give him a treat in a minute." She put the phone back in her bag and resumed the conversation and, after a further couple of minutes excused herself again to go to the toilet. He ordered two more drinks, obviously keen not to let her get away.
