I can understand why the divorce rate is so high, after 15 years of marriage I was getting really pissed off. Sex had turned into a ritual, we had to wait for the girls to go out, after all, you can't make love with someone else in the house, she then pops up stairs to get the stockings on and then it's a quick fuck on the sofa before they get back. It was like we had to plan everything with military precision just to get laid.
It got to the point where I found it so boring that I was fantasying about all sorts just to get a hard on. I tried porn movies, magazines and stories, sure they all helped at the time but they didn't solve the problem, I was bored with the same old routine. The one fantasy that really turned me on was the thought of my wife flat on her back, legs spread, being treated like a slut while some guy fucked the arse of her with his big prick. "Let's stick an ad on the internet for someone else to join us, that will spice things up," I said one day after a disastrous session in the lounge. Big mistake. "If you think I'm going to make love with someone else just so you can get your perverted kicks your mistaken, it will never happen." She stormed of and refused to talk to me for a week.
I blamed my wife Carol for the situation we were in and her steadfast refusal to try anything new. The more I thought about it the more convinced I was that the only way to liven up our sex life was to watch her being fucked by another guy with a much bigger cock, perhaps that would excite her, make her scream a bit. At 45, she was still very attractive with long blond hair, very long legs, slim body and 38"DD tits. OK, so the tits weren't as high as they used to be but she still turned heads everywhere we went. She always kept her pussy shaved smooth and was quiet happy dressing in stockings, high heels etc, trouble was, even that becomes samey. It was no good, I had to find a way of getting her into bed with some one else. The more I thought about it the more of an obsession it became.
We had both started to go swimming at the local pool twice a week in order to keep fit and during that time I got to know some of the regulars and got on speaking terms with one guy in particular, his name was Paul. He was a lot older than us, probably mid 50's, but was in tremendous shape and from what I saw in the changing rooms he was incredibly well hung.
"This exercise is obviously working, your missus in is tremendous shape," he said one night as we were getting changed. "Fancy her do you?" I laughed. "It's been a long time since I had a woman like that, she reminds me of my wife." We talked on and I found out his wife had left him for another man. He was quiet bitter about the separation and women in general stating that all women were just whores waiting to get laid. He only lived a mile away from us and as his car was in for a service I offered him a lift home.
Eventually we formed a routine where we would take turns to drive, this gave Carol a chance to get to know him and after a while they were chatting like old friends and Carol was inviting him in for coffee. It was as we were getting changed one day that I plucked up the courage to ask him. "Paul, how would you like to fuck Carol?" He was busy drying himself and I saw his long cock give an involuntary twitch at the thought. "You can't be serious," he said, "a beautiful woman like that, she must have them queuing up."
"If she had, she wouldn't even realise it." I told Paul the whole story and asked if he wanted to help. "What exactly do you have in mind?" He asked. "Well, I'm off to Germany tomorrow and won't be home until Friday. I'd like you to try and seduce her while I'm away and capture it all on film for me." I explained how I would set the video camera up in the bedroom and all he had to do was switch it on and press the record button on the remote control. He seemed a bit reluctant but agreed to give it a whirl.
When I got back the following week Carol seemed very agitated and was hardly her old self. I went upstairs to unpack and checked the video. The counter registered just under three hours of tape. With Carol in the house I didn't get the chance to watch it but that night in bed she seemed like a changed woman. "Fancy a good fuck?" she asked climbing into bed dressed in black stockings and suspenders. "I've waited all week for this," she continued, lying beside me with her legs open wide and her fingers gently stroking her clit. Now for years I've asked her to frig herself off while I watched but she always said no, so why the change. I watched as she gently played with the little bud, eventually rubbing it harder and harder until she brought herself off. "Oh Christ that was good," she said coming down, "c'mon Hon, fuck me now, I need that cock up me." I didn't need asking twice and climbed between her legs. It was incredible, she raised her hips to meet my downward trusts and for the first time in her life started to whisper dirty things in my ear.
"Oh yes, that's it baby, just there, oh yesssssss, c'mon hon, deeper, fuck me real deep." I fucked her like a man possessed, biting on her enormous nipples and banging away at her cunt as hard as I knew how. "C'mon baby, you always said you liked me as a slut, imagine I've just been fucked and I'm lying here with a cunt full of fresh cum, that's what you wanted wasn't it? C'mon babe, fuck me hard, make me cum." Wow, these were words I never ever thought I would hear coming from her mouth. I was at the point of no return and shoved my cock up her so hard she actually moved a foot up the bed. Spurt after spurt shot up her cunt as she pushed back against me, eyes shut tight, reveling in her own intense orgasm.
As we lay together on the climb down she pressed her cunt against me holding my limp cock in place. "Oh I missed that while you were away, did you enjoy it?" As I rolled on my back with a contented sigh she dived on my cock and started to lick it clean. "Bloody hell, you've never done that before," I said, lying back enjoying the feel of her lips round my organ. "Hmm, just thought you might like something different." Now I knew something had happened. We fucked again that night and all during the weekend whether the girls were in or not, she seemed insatiable and just couldn't get enough. By Monday morning I was completely fucked out and relieved when she left me lying in bed while she went of to work. I gave it ten minutes and then turned the tape on.
It started with a very giggly and slight tipsy Carol standing beside the bed dressed in a normal skirt and top. Paul was walking towards her, away from the camera. They stood by the side of the bed kissing while Paul ran his hands all over her body. "Paul, we really shouldn't be doing this, it's not fair on Tony." Paul was now pulling her jumper over her head exposing her mammoth tits encased in a silky black bra. "Don't worry, what he doesn't know wont hurt him, beside, I need you so bad, I've wanted this for months, every time I see you in that swim suit I have trouble controlling myself." His hands were now all over her tits, feeling them through the bra while he kissed her mouth, face and neck. "I don't know, it just doesn't seem right, I...ohhhhh." She stopped in mid sentence as his hand went up her skirt. I could see the movement under the thin material as he massaged her cunt mound, all the while still kissing her.
With the other hand he undid the buttons and helped to ease the skirt down over her hips. She had my favourite black stockings on with matching suspender and tiny panties. Paul's hand was caressing her cunt through the thin material, occasionally sliding a finger inside the gusset between her pussy lips. Carol was now kissing him back and making no effort to stop him touching her. Sensing her submission, Paul got even braver and scooped both tits from the confines of her bra cups, squeezing them gently and weighing them in his hands before sucking on the nipples. "Oh Carol, these are fantastic." He played with her tits for a full ten minutes before dropping his hands to her panties and lowering them to the ground. Carol simply stepped out of them still with her arms round his neck and her lips locked to his.
I may have spent the weekend fucking my brains out but I found myself with a hard-on to beat them all. Here was my wife, standing next to our bed dressed in high heels, black stockings and suspenders with her tits hanging over the top of her bra. She looked like a complete fucking slut and was acting like one. Paul continued to feel every part of her, tits, arse, thighs, eventually settling for one hand on her cunt and the other on her tit. He moved her round slightly giving the camera a better view as her slid two fingers into her very wet hole. "Like it?" he asked fingering her sloppy cunt, "oh yes, don't stop,"
