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.
The pub was noisy and very busy but we found a place near the bar. T was standing beside two guys probably in their late 30's. We sipped our drinks and despite the noise T was chatting with the guys like they were old friends. This is not unusual as T could talk the leg off a table and i was happy because she seemed to be having a good time laughing and talking. Eventually she introduced me to Brian and Dave. The guys were in town for work and staying at the same hotel as us. All too soon the bar was closing so we offered the guys a lift back to the hotel. Brian and Dave got in the back of our SUV and when we arrived it was very clear that the hotel car park was full so i dropped the guys and T at the front door and i went to find some on street parking for the car. Not that easy in the inner City on a Sat night.
It took around twenty minutes to find a spot and walk back to the Hotel. I presumed the two gents would have retired and T would be waiting for me so it came as a shock when i opened the door and saw Dave sitting in a chair at the end of the short hallway. There wasn't much chatter or laughter which seemed strange and i was soon to see why. As i entered the room proper i saw that T and Brian were on the bed. Brian was shirtless and he and T were kissing. T had her hands on his chest her dress hem scrunched up above her stoking tops with Brian clearly finger fucking her bare cunt. Her small black panties on the floor near her feet.