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Wifes Older Man Fetish

Wifes Older Man Fetish

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They celebrated their fifth anniversary in style, dined in an upscale restaurant on the finest food and danced the night away in a seedy nightclub. Well, not exactly, as Cherie was ready to go home by eleven o'clock and wanted to continue the celebrations in the bedroom. Leaving the club, Adam flagged down a taxi, and after telling the driver their address, they made out in the back seat until the cabby's words interrupted their unbridled passion. Adam gave him a generous tip for being a good sport and swooped Cherie into his arm, pashing her many times as they walked the short distance to the house. Once inside, she untangled herself from him, her smallish hands rested on his chest as she sheepishly looked into his eyes, biting her lower lip.

"I have a surprise for you, Honey," she timidly whispered.

"Oh, yeah," he enthused, "I love your surprises."

"Go upstairs, take your clothes off, and wait for me," she said nervously.

"Okay, anything you want, gorgeous."

He kissed her ruby lips once more and made his way to the stairs. Looking back from the bottom step, he saw her watching him from the front door where he had left her, and when their eyes met, she meekly smiled. He did not understand why she seemed so nervous, but he did as she had asked and, in their bedroom, he undressed, lay on the bed, and waited for her. His excitement and tension were palpable as the clock ticked away, and he wondered what her surprise would be. About 5 minutes later while keeping an eye on the door and slowly stroking his cock, the buzzing sound of his phone startled him. He did not expect that or the text she had sent him.

"Open the curtains, Honey," the message read.

"What?" He exclaimed aloud. "Why?"

Why she wanted him to open the curtains, and why she had been texting him he did not understand. Even so, he did what she asked him to do, not wanting to spoil her plans, her surprise. Pulling the curtains open, he got the shock of his life, and he froze. There she stood before him, his beautiful wife, in the bedroom window of their old neighbour, Walter. Their eyes found each other's, his heart audibly beating in his chest, a lump forming in his throat. Standing at their window stark naked, his cock semi-hard in anticipation of what might have been, he asked her what she was doing without a sound leaving his lips. He knew she could not hear a word even if he shouted, but at that moment, he was so shocked that not a sound left his moving lips.

She raised her hand that held her phone and began to type. The old man marched into the room, walked behind her, and grabbed the phone out of her hand. She protested, but he ignored her, and after tossing it into the corner, he spun her around on her stiletto pumps, grabbed her wrists and pushed her up against the glass pane. He pinned her hands against the window above her head, her naked back pressed against the glass as they briefly stared at each other before the old man kissed her on her lips. She did not react initially, but then he said something that made her hesitantly respond to his advances.

Adam, in his head, was screaming, asking what she was doing there while watching how the events had unfolded. He told himself to run over and knock the old man out, stop whatever she was doing, and bring her home, but instead, he stood there, just looking at them, unable to move. Feeling his legs paralysed, rooted to the floor, he could only watch them kiss. The kiss soon turned into a fierce, sloppy pash that lasted an eternity, or so it felt to him. He watched the old man's hands find their way onto her back, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. Cherie slowly lowered her arms and draped them around his neck as they hungrily made out by then.

The forcefulness of the neighbour's actions and her acceptance of his kiss shocked Adam. He felt the anger rise in his guts, yet he still did nothing to stop them. They had fantasised about their elderly neighbour in their lovemaking for years, therefore, what she was doing did not come as a total surprise, however, he'd never thought anything would come of it. Walter was 45 years Cherie's senior and their neighbour for three years. Cherrie had a fetish for older men that Adam knew. Her first sexual experience had been with a man 50 years her senior, so when they moved into the house, he was not surprised the old neighbour became the target of her fantasies, and at first, he just went along with it. Gradually, he began to cultivate his own fantasies, blending them with hers, never imagining anything would ensue.

Walter stepped back from Cherie and put his hands on her naked shoulders, pushing her down until she knelt before him. He said something while eyeing her, and when she did not react, he lightly slapped her cheek, looking at her sternly. Adam felt a sudden rage rise in his guts and thought, 'How dare you!' However, once again, he did nothing. She reached for the neighbour's belt, unbuckled it, and pulled his pants to his ankles while he looked at Adam emotionlessly. The old man gently touched her cheek and spoke again while he smiled at her. She pulled his underwear down to his ankles too and took his cock into her hand. Adam could not see it properly as she was in front of him with her back towards him, but from the movement of her arm, he knew she was jerking him.

The old man said something to Cherie that made her look up into his eyes. He spoke once more, and when she did not respond, only stared at him, he slapped her again. Adam knew that he should have run over and kicked his arse, but the way the old man treated his wife started to turn him on in ways he had never imagined, and he just watched as she leant forward, her head began to move back and forth. At that moment, Adam realised what the old man had wanted from her and knew that she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him. Walter looked at Adam and smiled victoriously, then put his hands on her head and began to fuck her mouth.

The slow thrusts of his cock into her mouth increased with time to faster and deeper ones. He grabbed her by her hair with both hands and, thrusting forward, held her on his cock until her body began to convulse, and she hit his thigh, trying to push him away. He pulled his cock out, letting her breathe while her body calmed down, then shoved his meat back into her mouth and kept repeating his actions five or six times until he pulled her up and spun her around, making her face her husband. She was a mess, her makeup ruined, her face covered in saliva and maybe his slime. She faintly smiled when her eyes met her husband's.

Walter unhooked the choker around her neck, which held up the sleeveless, gold, sequin cocktail dress that loosely covered her body. It dropped to the floor, bunching up at her feet. He took the dress as she stepped out of it and tossed it next to her phone. Standing behind her, he grabbed her by the throat and held her firmly against him while whispering into her ear. His other hand found her breast, mauling it roughly, and at that moment, Adam realised his wife was turned on by the rough treatment. Walter's hand, leaving her breast, slipped into the small, translucent triangle of her G-string, his fingers finding her sensitive clitoris that made her close her eyes in pleasure. He kept teasing her until her legs began to tremble, and at that moment, he stepped back and spoke to her. She walked into the bathroom, and while she was there, he removed all his remaining clothes and sat on the bed.

When Cherie returned, her face was clean, with no sign of the rough face fucking. She knelt before Walter, and he said something that made her put her hands behind her back in a submissive position while looking down at his feet. He touched her chin and gently raised her face to look at him. When their eyes met, he leant forward and softly kissed her lips. It was a lingering kiss that almost felt like a loving one from Adam's view. But then, Walter pulled away and slapped her cheek. He spoke again and followed it up with another slap of her cheek. After striking Cherie's face a third time harder than ever before, he smiled and kissed her gently while holding her chin.

Walter sat up straight and looked at her expectantly, watched her as she stood up and walked to the window. Her eyes were on Adam's while she hooked her fingers into the string of her G-string and pushed it off her waist. She stood there with her G-string stretched between her thighs for a few seconds until Walter spoke, and just then, she pulled it off her legs, tossing it with her phone and dress. She leant forward, positioning her hands on the glass, and pushed her arse back as she parted her legs. Looking at Adam, she did not smile any longer, rather, standing there naked except for the 'fuck me' stiletto pumps on her feet, Adam only saw submission and desire in her clouded gaze. 'He was breaking her in, making her his submissive slut, bending my Cherie to his will,' he thought.

Did Adam do anything about it? No, he just stood there and watched them. He knew that she had submissive tendencies but never realised how deep they had been. The old man picked up a riding crop of some sort and, walking behind her, smacked her arse, making her mouth gape in shock. Gently caressing her rump for a few seconds with the flat of the crop, he rained down on it again, making her gasp once more. As the old man kept smacking her arse, Adam realised he had a full erection. Noticing Adam grabbing his cock and slowly wanking himself, Cherie smiled before Walter rained down her arse again, making her wince.

He reached around her, his fingers finding all the sensitive areas of her clean-shaven pussy, and fingered her while kept raining down on her arse with the riding crop until her legs began to tremble. He pulled away from her when she got very close, and Adam could see the frustration on her face as he denied her orgasm once more. When her body calmed down somewhat, Walter delivered five or six strokes on her arse with the riding crop before his fingers found her sensitive clitoris once more and began to finger her until the first signs of her trembling legs.

Walter withdrew his hand, and between her legs brought the flat area of the riding crop to her pussy, delivering half a dozen smacks on her mounds, making her bite her lower lips. He tossed the riding crop aside, and Adam could see the head of his cock appear between her legs, he was rubbing his shaft on her slit back and forth.

"Are you going to fuck her, old dog?" Adam heard himself asking.

Adam could feel a rush of blood enter his cock at that thought, and feeling the pain, he looked at it. He saw the mushroom head was bluish-purple, the skin taut, veins protruding from the shaft like a gnarly old tree. He was never stiffer or more turned on than at that moment.

After a couple of minutes of rubbing his cock on her folds, Walter spoke, grabbing her waist with both hands. Hesitantly, Cherie reached between her legs and guided his cockhead to her entrance. While her eyes were on her husband, the old man slowly opened her up, driving his phallus all the way in. Adam could feel tears swelling in his eyes while his hand was furiously wanking his meat into an orgasm. On the one hand, the pain was tearing his heart apart, seeing her with another man, while on the other hand, his body, his cock were about to be taken over by his orgasm, seeing her fucked by their old neighbour. Despite all the pain, Adam just could not tear his eyes away as the old man fucked his young wife, and he knew that at that moment she was the old man's bitch.

Adam watched Walter holding her by her waist as he was ramming his cock into her unrestrained. He was talking to her, and she looked at Adam with a dazed expression in her eyes. Adam felt his body tremble, and he shot his spunk onto the window rope after rope as tears were rolling down his cheeks. He watched Cherie's head drop when her body began to tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm exploded in her. The old man suddenly stopped and pulled out of her, took Cherie's hand, and led her to his bed on shaking legs, where Walter flipped her on the crisp linen and climbed on top of her, pinning her down. He raised his arse and said something to Cherie who reached between them, guiding his cock to the opening of her womanhood once more, and he entered her. He fucked her at a slow, steady pace this time, her arms now wrapped around his body. Every now and then, he kissed her, their lips and tongues teasing one another. At one point, she wrapped her legs around his torso, locking her heels above his back as they kissed and made love.

Adam felt weak, leaning on the window, dry tears on his cheeks. He watched the old neighbour making love to his wife. It had always been a fantasy, her fantasy, he had gone along with, never imagining she would take it further, but she did. Adam staggered to the armchair near the window, his thoughts and emotions overwhelming him. He sat there lost in his thoughts, his mind in turmoil. He kept asking himself if he could share his love, his wife with another man, if his life was better with or without her.

After some time, he heard the bedroom door open, and his wife stood there only in her pumps. She dropped to her knees and crawled to him on her hands and knees, looking at him submissively. She pushed his legs apart and kissed his cock, holding it in her hand firmly.

"Hello, Honey. Your slut wife is home," she whispered.

"Stop, please," he mumbled.

"Why, your cock loves it," she said, swirling her tongue around his hardening phallus.

"Yeh, but I am not sure."

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"Not sure of what?"

"Not sure how to respond to what you have done."

"Didn't you like it?" She asked, taking the head into her mouth.

"I don't know. This whole thing is so confusing. You cheated on me, Cherie."

"Did I?" She asked, running her tongue up on the underside of his cock.

"Yes, you did. Please stop, it is so confusing."

"Your cock loved it, you loved it. I thought you were into our fantasy so much that you wanted me to be a slut."

"I assumed it was just a fantasy and never thought it would ever go beyond that."

"But you loved watching your slut wife taken by our neighbour. I saw how hard you were, and the evidence is on the window."

"I couldn't stop my body reacting, but you cheated. Did you see the pain on my face, the tears?"

"No, no, no. I did not cheat, Honey. I lived out our fantasy, made it real for us just the way you wanted it."

"I never wanted it to go this far."

"You did, but now it hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yes, my wife gave herself to the old geezer living next door. I just don't know what to think or how to feel about it right now."

"I do. Let's just enjoy ourselves, have fun. In years gone by, it will be just a memory we can reminisce about."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I love you, Honey. I don't want anything to come between us. I just want to have fun with you, push our boundaries where our fantasies take us."

"I don't know."

With that, she began to suck his cock, making him rock hard in a few minutes.

"You see, you still want me."

"Yeh, that is my cock. I just don't know how to deal with you giving yourself to the old guy."

"Fuck my face, husband. Fill my mouth, my cunt with your spunk," she whispered. "Please, Honey."

"Let me close the curtains," he said.

"Let him watch us if he wants to," she said, seeing her husband's willingness to fuck her after what had happened and wondered how far she could push things if she could make him accept the new reality and let her be Walter's bitch.

"What?"

"Isn't that exciting, being watched?"

"Are you kidding? I don't know."

"No, Honey, I am not. Please fuck my face. He wants to watch you fuck my face."

He looked over to the neighbour and saw the old man standing in the window, looking at them expectantly. He roughly grabbed Cherie by her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth, and with that, he guessed he submitted to the old man's will. As the head of his cock reached her throat, she gagged, then it slipped in, and she took all of his cock down her throat the very first time. He fucked her mouth mercilessly as she salivated profusely, gasping for air at times. He was rough with her, but she seemed to revel in his treatment of her. He was about to shoot a load of spunk into her mouth, but instead, he pulled out and told her to turn around.

"What are you doing, husband?"

"Shut up and turn around," he said sternly.

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"You can come in my mouth like Daddy."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, he wanted me to call him 'Daddy'."

"I cum where I want to. Right now, I want to fuck your cunt."

"You can't. Daddy will punish me if you fuck my spunk-filled cunt."

"What the fuck?"

"My Daddy said you cannot fuck me when my pussy is filled with his spunk."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"He will punish me if I don't obey him."

"Fuck the old lecher. You are my wife, Cherie."

"I don't want to be punished, husband."

"Fuck him," he said and pushed Cherie onto her back.

She winced as she fell on her bum, which he did not miss. Lying in front of him, legs splayed, he climbed between them, guiding his throbbing, hard cock to her opening and thrust forward. She moaned as his cock entered her, stretching her silky wet cunt. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and began to fuck her earnestly, slamming his balls into her sore arse with every thrust making her wince.

"Oh yes, fuck your slut, husband," she squealed.

"How about your Daddy punishing you?" He asked, smirking.

"I don't care. Fuck me, just make me cum."

He did, fucked her hard, folding her in half as he slammed his cock into her repeatedly. Her moans became squeals that echoed in the room, piercing his eardrums. Her body began to shake uncontrollably when her orgasm ripped through her. He kept fucking her mercilessly until his balls tightened and his cock erupted, spewing his spunk into her receptive body. When he had nothing more to give, he lowered her legs and lay on her body.

"Thank you, husband," she said, smiling. "May I clean you, please?"

He looked at her questioningly, then, comprehending her words, he rolled off her and lay on his back. She instantly sprung up, moved between his legs and began to lick his cock.

"Is my husband satisfied?"

"Yes, my love. Let's get some sleep."

After having a quick shower, they cuddled up in bed, her head on his shoulder as they lay in each other's arms. He looked towards the neighbour's window, only seeing darkness, he thought, 'I am so fucking jealous and hurt, seeing her with the old geezer, yet I had never been turned on more. Was it a one-off, or does she want to do it again? Do I? I don't know what I want, what to do.' His own voice broke the silence.

"What happened today?" He asked.

"I will tell you everything from the beginning, Honey, but can we just sleep now? I am so tired."

"Sure," he murmured and surprisingly quickly drifted off to sleep.

While having their morning coffees and croissants, Cherie asked if he wanted to hear how last night came about.

"Yes, of course I do."

"Okay, here we go," she said with a sigh. "Ever since we moved in, whenever you were not around, Walter always complimented me. Just subtle compliments from an old man, but it still made me feel good."

"You have never mentioned it."

"No, I haven't. It was nothing really, and I did not think it was worth mentioning."

"Go on."

"Two weeks ago, when you had to work on Saturday, I was attending to the roses in the front yard when Walter arrived home. We started to chat, first about the weather, then our roses, and finally about his wife, Jill. He wanted to show me pictures of her when she was about my age and asked me to go over for a coffee. I agreed, and after washing my hands, I did. He had a photo album on the coffee table and told me it was from the time when she was my age, and I could look at it while he made the coffee.

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