A few years ago, my wife and I were on vacation in Maine enjoying the sun all day and drinks and hot fun in the Jacuzzi in the house that we had rented. Next door to our house lived two middle aged men, they were very friendly and always said hello whenever we seen them and they always asked us how the beach was. We had jokingly thought they must be gay since they were two middle aged men living together in a beautiful ocean front home.
One night as we returned from dinner we met them on the sidewalk out front and after exchanging some pleasant conversation they invited us in for a drink. The older gentlemen named John Paul immediately stuck to my wife and was showing her the view of the ocean and around the house as he kept her glass full of wine.
His friend Luke kept me occupied with rum and conversation, as I watched John Paul with my wife I realized that he was not gay at all and was actually extremely smooth, romantic and was aggressively flirting with my wife.
We had toyed with the idea of sharing and swapping but had yet to act on it, and by the 4th or 5th glass of wine she gave me a look that said she was getting into the smooth older man.
I excitedly nodded my approval and Luke kept my glass full of rum when I returned with Luke from my tour of their amazing home I was shocked and quite aroused to find my wife passionately kissing John Paul. Their tongues were deep in each other's mouths and his hands were inside her dress and rising when they quickly undressed each other.
Right there on the large sectional sofa he began to make love to her with a passion from both of them that I had never seen, he continued to kiss her deeply and she squeezed his ass and pulled him deeper inside her and moaned in ways I hadn't heard from her during our passionate moments. I was rock hard and excited and moved closer to watch and was followed by Luke when John Paul stopped kissing my wife and looked at me and said, "you can go last".