My wife Bridget and I have been married now for over 20 years and in that time had a fairly normal and quiet existence. The children are now 22 and 20 years old and both recently left home, leaving us with lots of time on our hands together. For many years I have fantasized about watching her have sex with another guy, and more recently this has developed into watching her have sex with a younger guy, she is now over 50 of course. I have raised this subject with her in the past (usually after copious amounts of alcohol) but she has shown no enthusiasm for the idea.
However, recently this situation seemed to change when she read a story in a magazine relating that wealthy businessmen were paying male escorts to have sex with their wives to satisfy them. When she talked about the story it was strange in that she actually said " hiring male escorts to fuck their wives....", very unlike my wife to use the "f" word in such a context. I thought nothing more about this until a few weeks later when the subject of sexual fantasies came up. She revealed that she rather fancied the idea of a young guy coming around to fuck her. Indeed, it seems that the male escort fantasy was something she had been fantasizing about during our oral sex sessions.
This was a real turn on for me and I set about trying to organise something, However, it is surprisingly difficult to actually get someone to fuck your wife. Male escort agencies charge a lot of money and it seemed to me that this was something that we didn't really need to pay for. I contacted a few internet swingers sites and put in an ad, something to the effect of "mature wife wants sex with younger guy while husband watches...". I included a picture with the ad showing her slim, still firm body. We were inundated with replies, but it soon became apparent that most of these guys don't actually pay the website subscription, which means that their contact details are not revealed. Together with other factors, like they were too far away, or too old, or too young or too fat etc, the number of suitable guys was pretty low (around zero in fact). Another fact also became apparent; seeing a photo of the prospective guy was quite important to both of us, but the only part of the anatomy that seemed to be on display in any photos received was cock. Very functional of course, but when you ask for a picture of someone, you have to question the true personality of a person who sends you a picture of himself having a wank.
In the end we did find a suitable person through the internet, a young lad named James. James lived around 100 miles away, a bit far, but ok, and was a youthful 22 years old. This seemed acceptable to my 51 year old wife and she took to the idea enthusiastically. After a few discussions and photo-swapping sessions with James we came to agree on a plan of action. A hotel was booked for a Saturday night about half way between our two homes and we arranged to meet James in a pub nearby at 7.00 pm. We didn't want James to stay all night, but to perform for about 2 hours and then go. We had talked about the male escort fantasy and James agreed to this arrangement, with me paying him a nominal fee as he left.
As the day arrived the anticipation was exciting and we had sex every night of the approaching week. On the day itself we drove to the hotel and arrived quite early, around 4.30 pm. Bridget had a shower and changed into a smart sexy outfit of tight skirt and blouse, with high heels and suspenders. She must have spent a whole hour applying make-up.
We walked to the pub, still a little early. A quick scan told us that James had not arrived so we ordered a glass of wine each and waited. We had time for another round and then James appeared, we recognized him from his photo. I introduced us and we shook hands. It flashed through my mind how bizarre it was him shaking hands with Linda since in half an hour he would be fucking her brains out.
We talked about the arrangement and decided that Bridget and I would go to the bedroom first, then he would join us in ten minutes or so. We had another drink and set off. When we got to the room I kissed Bridget hard on the lips and moved my hand under her skirt to her pussy. She moaned as I pushed my finger into her pussy; I couldn't believe how wet she was down there. She had now drank three glasses of wine and I knew from experience that this was enough to make her randy as hell.
Shortly there was a knock on the door and I let him into the room. Linda was sitting on the bed with a sheepish grin on her face. "She's all yours", I said. James took off his jacket and shoes and sat on the bed next to her. He told her how sexy she looked then put his arm around her. They kissed passionately and James moved his hands across her thighs and breasts. He pushed her back so they were lying down and continued to rub her body. She moaned when he undid the top two buttons of her blouse and started kissing her neck and cleavage.
After a little while, Linda sat up, smiling and fully unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Immediately after this she undid and removed her bra, so her breasts swung free. James muttered his approval and firstly placed one hand on each breast and massaged them slightly. He then bent forward, licking her nipples, moving from one breast to the other. Bridget had her eyes closed and moaned with pleasure occasionally. Finally she pushed James away and had obviously decided it was time to get his kit off. She started unbuttoning his shirt which James then completely removed. She rubbed her hands across his young firm body, obviously taking delight in its form.
Next Bridget moved down to his cock, and she began massaging James through his trousers. They kissed again as her hand moved up and down across his cock. I could see its hardness through his clothing and he was moaning softly. James asked Bridget if they should get undressed and they both stood up and removed their clothes. James took off his trousers and pants and his cock sprang forward. It must have been 9 inches long and thick. At the same time Bridget took off her skirt and thong, but left on her suspenders. They moved together again, kissing and Bridget hand moved to his cock, slowly wanking him up and down. It was a truly erotic sight to see her fingers wrapped around his long, erect shaft. James hand moved to Bridgets pussy and she moaned. After only a few seconds of this she said " Can you do it now? I want a fuck now". She was dying for it, desperate for his cock.