My wife T and i have been married now for 23 years. T is a normal housewife, mother of two grown up kids and is no longer some stunning women with large perfect tits. She is an attractive 53 year old brunette carrying a few extra pounds, her boobs have some sag but being smallish still look great and natural. My self 54 still reasonably fit with all my hair.
Our sex life is satisfying but routine most weekends we start by oral on each other followed by an energetic fuck. Its routine as i say and is more about time lost in each other than the sensual overload of our youth. T and i have to the best of my knowledge been faithful to each other since the night we met.
Unlike most people who write these stories we have never talked about our fantasies, i have never thought about T with another man or us engaging in anything more than our vanilla sex life. That was until we went to the theatre and stayed in the city that fateful night.
We went to see Kinky Boots and T was so excited to be having a night away from home. We both work very hard and don't get away much. We checked into the hotel at 2pm and had a couple of wines. T showered and dressed, looked sexy but understated in a knee length black dress. Slight amounts of cleavage from a conservative v neck, her makeup perfect. I had on a sports coat shirt and trousers and we made a handsome couple. We dined at a nice restaurant and enjoyed the theatre. On the way back to the Hotel we had to pass a busy bar and decided to go in for a night cap. We found a parking spot and went inside.