Fat Old Man

Anne and I both drink in a local pub in our village and there is this bloke, Mike, who always seems to be paying her lots of attention. Mike was quite a larger fella and he must be in his late 60s. Unfortunately, he lost his wife a year ago. He's always telling my wife how she reminds him of his deceased wife. What's more, he's forever giving her little gifts, such as his wife's old jewellery. He did ask my permission whether I minded him giving her gifts first. I told him that I didn't mind. After all, we felt sort for him guessing he was lonely, and he seemed quite harmless.

Anyway, I told Anne that she should invite him round to dinner so that we could thank him for all the gifts she had received. When that night came, Anne looked very sexy in a short dress that showed off her cleavage, black stockings and suspenders. When Mike arrived and saw Anne his eyes nearly popped out of his head. We sat down to eat and he never once took his eyes off her, not once throughout the whole meal.

We were all quite drunk from the wine we had with dinner and Mike kept commenting on how beautiful Anne was and how much she reminded him of his wife. I suggested he might like to see her in some of the jewellery he had given Anne, he jumped at the chance.

Anne went upstairs to put on a few items for Mike. We continue drinking and chatting. Anne returned wearing a Sapphire necklace and earrings, but she'd also changed her dress.

Mike was very complimentary of Anne's appearance, so Anne went back upstairs to change again. Every time she went away to change the jewellery, she would change her outfit, and each time it was getting more and more revealing.

When she came down for the fourth and final time, all she was wearing were a pink silky bra; pink hot pants, that showed her camel-toe; black knee-length boots; and Mike's wife's necklace, which had a string of what looked like diamonds leading down and disappearing between my wife's mountainous breasts. I could see the bulge growing in Mikes jeans.

Anne was loving all the attention of us watching her. I stood up and started to dance with her, slowly rubbing her body, she was moaning in my ear. By now I was very turned on myself, so I went further, I started to undress her! I reached around her back unfastened her bra hooks one at a time, she didn't complain. I pulled the straps from her shoulders, releasing her tits. She still didn't complain. I lowered my head, sucking her nipples and squeezing them. The whole time she was staring at Mike. I could tell that he was enjoying the show.

Anne reached out her hand for Mike to join us, he was off his seat in a flash, moving behind her and started to stroke her body. Between us, it didn't take long to get her naked. She was loving the feeling of being groped and played with, by two sets of hands.

After a few moments, I stepped back, allowing Mike to enjoy my wife by himself. I sat down on the sofa with my cock in my hand, watching this old man fondling my wife.

She reached down and felt of the bulge in his jeans and I heard a gasp. When she unzipped him and pulled out his cock I could see why! It was enormous not so much long as fat. She dropped to her knees and tried to suck it but she had trouble fitting it all in her mouth. She looked like she was worshipping it kissing and licking every inch.

I was wanking hard when Mike pushed my wife onto her back on the sofa beside me. He looked at me and said "I'm sorry mate, I've got to fuck her."

"Don't be sorry, give her what she wants," I reply.

Mike took all his clothes off and stood in front of Anne. His belly was rather large and round. He knelt at the edge of the sofa and lifted my wife's boot-clad ankles onto his shoulders. He rubbed the end of his fat cock up and down her soaking wet slit. With one's swift thrust he entered his entire length, his ball slapping against her anus. She let out a gasped cry of pleasure. Mike rocked back and forth moved his cock in and out of her pussy slowly. Gradually he picked up the pace until she was thrashing and writhing around on the sofa beside me. I reached over to her and squeezed her nipples hard.

"Oh yes, that's it!" she cried. Her morning was getting louder and she painted faster, she looked like she was on the brink of an enormous orgasm. He thrust harder and she yelled with one almighty scream of pleasure, her body was shaking.

Mike's face was turning redder and redder. I feared the old boy might have a heart attack. Then he let out a cry of his own, whipped his cock out of my wife pussy and spilt his load all over her stomach. Anne rubbed her cum into her stomach, them down to her pussy, using his cum as lubricant to wank herself, making circles around her clitoris and dipping her fingers deep into her pussy.

This went on all night, my young wife at the mercy of this fat old cock. He took her any way he wanted. He came into her mouth, which she won't let me do, swallowing every drop. I couldn't touch her all night as she was too preoccupied with her new old man friend. I could only sit and wank whilst my wife and her older lover enjoyed themselves in front of me.

Mike has promised to return for a few more dinner parties and has even promised to bring along his 68-year-old mate who he says has got an even bigger dick than his own. Needless to say,y Anne can't wait...!