Married Sex Life 1

This is my first Literotica story and is, in fact, not a story but the best recollection I have of our sex life in a very conventional 30 year marriage and 40 year relationship. I like Literotica stories but there is too much formulaic fantasy and too much AI written tales now. So, if you want to read totally true memories of a pretty average relationship life, spiced by periodic high points of sex, then read on safe in the knowledge that this all happened.

Now, I should describe us to get some context. I am Tom and my wife is Kate. We are caucasian and heterosexual, late 50's. Kate is 5' 3", blond, blue eyes, pert 34D chest and cute Mom ass, after two grown up sons. She has never shaved her pussy (unlike the hairless women in so many fantasy stories) but keeps a neat trimmed American style bush. She laughs a lot and her smile dazzles with an infectious laugh. She is good for her age, but the menopause is adding some weight to her at last.

But she can still flirt with the best of them, and while quite conservative, she could suddenly change gear in a bedroom an surprise me no end! I am dark/grey haired, 5'10", ex-rugby type, with a little too much weight now, but was a sporty type in the day. And that is where most of these tales come from, back in the day. I have a pretty average 6" dick, but it is thick - very filling, according to partners - and two unusually big bollocks which always raise eyebrows. I am a successful business owner and Kate is a retired teacher and Mom. About to be a Granny too, which means a GILF at last for me to fuck! We live near London in a beautiful village in a lovely big house, and we are very lucky. Really no issues to complain about.

We met at University and dated on and off for ages, falling in and out with each other, until she married someone else and I had to woo her back, which is a story in itself. We married in 94 and the boys followed quickly, and they are another story, if you like conception and impregnation stories!

So, there we. Pretty lucky middle class, middle aged white couple with 40 years of sex behind us and some pretty good tales. But which one first?

Okay. One story captures a lot of our kinks in one and dates back to 2006, when we were both 40. This will set the tone for this thread, so to speak.

Kate and I were invited to a friends opulent renewal of vows back in 2006 at a very swish London West End Hotel. Okay, it was Claridges. The couple were 10 years older than us and had 150 of their closest friends(!) to dinner and dancing. Now, I knew them well from business and she was the talent of the team, a brilliant business woman. The vow renewal started with a blessing and then went on to Claridges for the champagne and dinner/ canapes. Kate and I had got there the night before, to make a weekend of it and her folks had taken the two boys for a visit to Legoland or something similar.

Anyway, Kate did like a weekend away and she always says big, luxury hotels make her horny, and so Friday night we checked in and had a quick, late supper in the legendary bar. 3 Martinis later and Kate is having a ball, lit up like a lamp, and making it clear she was fizzing to get upstairs to our lovely large room. She gazed at me intently and laughed at everything I said, and twiddled her hair which she ALWAYS has done when keen on someone or wanting to get railed. In the lift, on our way up, I tried to kiss her but she pushed me away teasing, then flashed her black lace panties at me, a far cry from her normal M&S mum knickers! I chased her to our room, and pushed her in scrambling at my jacket.

She was frantically undoing my trousers, and whipped down my boxers to get at my dick. On her knees, she closed her mouth immediately around my dick and began to give the best head. Kate is very good at giving head, a really keen amateur expert, but perhaps sucks too much and sometimes scrapes with her teeth. Who cares?! She loves eye contact and watches my reaction, getting turned on by my level of ecstasy. I therefore ham it up and she loves me to squirm with pleasure. Kate is however, not a deep throater (porn star activity) and doesn't like the taste of spunk so tends to avoid swallowing or taking a full load in her mouth. On the other hand, she does love to feel a bare cock inside her and always prefers a hot load all over her cervix than over her face!

Back to Claridges. Very soon I had her on all fours on the edge of the huge bed, her panties pushed to the side, her dress bunched round her, my balls slapping against her clit and my cock right inside her. As we fucked wildly, I fantasized for her about her doing this with another guy and I was just some bloke she had picked up, and she was egging me on to come fast before her husband returned. It was and remains one of our favourite fantasies (for reasons explained later) and always brings us both off. This time was no exception and I remember her clutching the bed sheet, and clenching her vagina around my dick as she came noisily and I had a very intense orgasm, flooding her as always. Having big balls, I am a very heavy cummer and get a good deal of stick from Kate as she always ends up sleeping in a wet patch!

Now, don't forget the fantasy there. It is important as you will read later.

Having filled Kate to the brim, i withdrew and we stripped. She stumbled to the bathroom to pee. i kicked off my clothes and pulled back the covers. I heard the bidet as Kate washed herself and she reappeared naked and stumbled to bed. In minutes we were asleep thanks to the martinis and relaxed with a late start.

I recall that our start was later than we thought! We woke late and realised we didn't have time for another shag as we needed to get to breakfast and our mates' renewal service. While Kate bathed and i shaved, she raised our fantasy chat the previous night. I often fantasised about sharing her with another ma, since we had done once before very drunk at uni. Kate said that a) no one would want to sleep with her given her age and stretch marks (as if!), b) that i would not let another guy actually compete for her pussy and c) that how did you find someone to do it with. We bantered about all three points and left if unresolved as a married debate. She did squeeze my semi though, on her way past saying that I obviously did like the idea.

Breakfasted and dressed, we hurried to the church in South Audley Street for our friends over the top renewal service. Audley Street is a beautiful church and we all like a good wedding. Kate was again all lit up with excitement and cried at various points as Ann and David renewed their vows. Kate was very emotionally engaged and it occurred to me that she must have been on a hormonal high. Ovulation? check mental diary....

The service was fun, though not really my thing, and i was keen to get back to Claridge's to continue our weekend with some afternoon shagging with my gorgeous, sweet, sexy wife before the party that night. We moved on from Audley to a champagne reception at Claridge's and we got tucked intonthe canapes and Veuve Cliquot with some old mates, but mainly business partners.

Kate looked stunning in a green silk slip dress and matching jacket and we positioned ourselves by the open French windows to get some breeze. it was very hot and luckily a charming waiter, a black lad from Canada called Lucran, kept our area readily supplied with champagne. Now, I know what all you Lietrotica afficiandos are doing now - here we go, another interracial BBC fiction! - except you shouldn't as this is what happened! Lucran was really chatty, and totally average. Same height as me, slender, glasses (he did have bad eyesight TBH) and a winning smile. A Canadian student at UCL, Lucran worked weekends as a barman/ waiter at Claridges. He was bright and sweet, and that is all we thought of him.

The reception went on till 2pm with speeches and toasts and then we all had a gap till 7.30pm for a dinner and dancing. With drinks over and areal buzz going on, I slipped my arm into Kate's and suggested that we head up to our room to chill and have a sleep. She gave me a very Kate look and said she would love to chill and I extracted her from the endless "goodbye and see you later" chats. Back in our room, it was like the previous night we stripped immediately and were at each other: hands, mouths, tongues, genitals all at once. It was fantastic like we were students again and I kept slipping into Kate and out again as she changed positions. On positions, Kate loves them all but cums best Cowgirl or in the Anvil (bent back on the bed with her knees behind her ears and your cock pushing into her deepest recesses). I personally love Doggy but it sets me off very quickly so normally use that to finish off with her after she cums on top. Anyway.

We were 69 ing and I was admiring her delicious pussy and her sweet little bum hole which she sucked away like a good un' on my dick. She was climaxing on my tongue and I could feel myself getting close so decided to break and get a grip before we came to a finale too early: we had hours to occupy. And that is when I recall making a bold suggestion. We were lying together, a bit sweaty, with her hand on my dick and her head on my chest when I suggested we get a bottle of champagne from room service to carry on the party. And I suggested that if the waiter was hot, we invite him to join the party. Kate stopped and looked up at me and said I would never and that I was a bullshitter. I leant over, picked up the handset rang room service and asked for champagne and 3 glasses. Kate meanwhile started sucking me again harder and laughed when I hung up saying I was bluffing. I recall thinking that this may be the alcohol directing things but Kate had not been this horny in years and everything seemed perfect to nudge her towards making a fantasy come true.

We snogged and rubbed each other until there was a knock at the door -- Kate looked astonished and ran to the dressing room bathroom in a few stride gasping with delighted shock. She slammed the door shut. I pulled on a towel round my waist and reviewed a room that said "sex fest mess" and thought fuck it. I opened the door and it was Lucran with a bottle and three glasses on a tray -- he looked as stunned as Kate! I ushered him in and we joked about finding some space to put the tray down on the main dressing table. We chatted about the party as he opened the champagne and set out the glasses. As he did so, Kate turned the tables on me and emerged from the bathroom wearing her black lace body suit with the thong gusset that split her bum and made her look a million dollars.

She strolled over to us and put her arm in mine as Lucran poured. He looked bewildered but a creeping realisation spread across his face. I offered him the third glass and he poured then I grabbed my courage and asked him if he wanted to stay a bit and get to know us better. Lucran smiled, refused the champagne, as he could not drink on duty and would get sacked...but he would love to stay for a short time and could he have a glass of water! As I poured him a glass from the minibar, Kate reached over to him and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and, I remember, she unbuttoned his top button and the next until Lucran pulled off all his remaining clothes in about 6 seconds. He stood in his nut hugging briefs and his growing erection was more than evident.

Over the years, the 20 minutes that followed have begun seared into my memory banks as the most erotic of my life.

Our time with Lucran was our second MFM threesome and our most intense. As I said, he was a slender, lean frame, about 5'10" and with a normal size dick (no BBC monster here) but it was the only circumcised cock that Kate has ever had, with a large glans which amazed us both. It looked like a purple mushroom and Kate reported later that this allowed it to graze her G Spot which fast forwarded her eventual orgasm. I remember small details of the session, with great clarity. Lucran smelled of strong, cheap, student aftershave and left his smell on Kate's skin and in our bed; Kate was so turned on I could see the gusset of her body suit going wet; there was a startling contrast between Lucran's dark skin and her white skin and the way his black shaft disappeared into her whiteness. Then the way he grabbed her butt while she rode him and drew red marks on her skin. When Kate rode him, his cock slipped out, flicking away from her butt, and she casually reached round him from underneath and using the palm of her hand guided his mushroom head back into her pussy. The way that when he eventually came underneath her, he announced he was cumming and I held his balls to feel him jizz into her. Balls are cold to the touch which surprised me. And tight and high at that point.

They started kissing upright and then he quickly pulled her body off with my help and we all laughed as Kate pirouetted to kiss me and Lucran slipped off his briefs. We were all laughing punctuated by Kate's gasps as another finger or cock probed her. She and I started by fucking in the missionary showing Lucranb how it was done and he simply lay beside us and kissed her while she tried to wank him and screw me at the same time. What Literotica fantasies don't tell you is that real threesomes are very intimate -- there is a lack of real estate and you have three adults in a small space, gathered around, in this case, the woman.

Her body has only so many holes and erogenous targets so you have to subtly work out who is going to suck the right breast while someone fondles the left, and can you tease her clit while a dick is thrusting in and out (Tip: you can but you will also touch his dick so don't be presumptuous!). Lucran was a great partner: young, fit, funny and very eager to please. We swapped and then he got going on Kate like a pneumatic drill: little finesse but a lot of energy and I loved that he just kept pumping while they kissed and Kate mewled in a desperate kind of way. I stayed close but kept an eye on every fine detail: her reddening cheeks, her madly erect nipples, the white froth of their fluids around the base of his cock, matting their pubic hair. His balls, loose for now, shaking back and forth and her legs high around his waist sucking him in.

They changed position and she got on top. More details as I said above. Lucran's cock head grazed her G Spot and Kate leant right back to take him deep and stroke his ball behind her. I knew she was as turned on as she could get as she started to curl her top lip into an Elvis style pout: that means she is really concentrating on her own climax. She and I locked eyes at one point and we shared a private smile as she rode him to completion. I did ask about whether he should cum inside her and she said she wanted to feel him cum as deep as possible. This was lucky as we had no condoms! Lucran eventually announced he was cumming and his orgasm tipped Kate over. I was at the business end to watch and was startled by the clutching urgency of her labia sliding over his pole and then the unbelievably white, viscous, thick porridge of his cum ooze out around his cock, embedded in Kate's married pussy.

When it was over -- 15 minutes? -- Kate dismounted and lay back beside him, her cunt a mess of his semen and her own lubrication. She puffed out her cheeks and let out a loud sigh, which brilliantly caused a wet fanny fart too which led to laughter from us all. I was however desperate to reclaim her and, bless my lovely wife, she opened her arms at me and asked me to come and make her mine again! There are few sensations as peculiar as having a pussy after someone else has just filled it with semen. It is unbelievably hot, physically, and wet, slippery wet. All this guff about her being stretched out so she cant feel you is also porn fantasy. In my experience, it was sexually very exciting and she could feel me as much as she had just felt Lucran. I was desperate and folded her into the Anvil and pumped her hard for as long as I could. Lucran's seed was pumped out of her and I loved reclaiming my lovely girl. When I came, she conveniently came too, and I filled her with the biggest load I had ever given her. Pulse after pulse went through from my balls along my urethra and flooded her cervix. It was so raw and so sexy and so unique. She clenched tight around my cock and milked it for every drop.

Lucran gave us a small handclap when we finished, kissed and I withdrew from Kate's well used vagina.

We chit chatted briefly and light heartedly. Lucran tried to find his clothes, and I got a towel for Kate who was fiercely clamping her legs to stop the cum flooding out. Lucran was suitably coy and grateful, and I noticed that Kate was toying with her hair as we chatted -- she liked Lucran and had enjoyed the fuck. He slipped out the door looking smart again with £20 I gave him as a tip -- for great room service!

As soon as he was gone, we fell on each other laughing but Kate was worried I was unhappy. I was absolutely cool with making a sexy, silly fantasy come true in the perfect moment with a guy who was the perfect, but pretty anonymous partner. It was opportunistic and spontaneous and therefore, not serious! She was thrilled and embarrassed and being a woman worried about whether she had been too slutty, too carried away, too old for this stuff, too out of condition and too loose after two children a decade ago! I quietened her down by simply kissing her and we lay for a long time just kissing. It was beautiful and close. And the fact that she smelt of his aftershave and his semen was excruciating and delicious in equal measures -- after all she was mine and still is.

POSTSCRIPT

The reality of the aftermath was that eventually Kate had worked herself into a state over perhaps being pregnant by Lucran. She was not on the pill, I had a vasectomy and so we never needed birth control. So, the next morning I was sent to the Boots nearby on Oxford Street to get the morning after pill. I think she took some erotic pleasure in sending her cuckolded husband to get her some emergency birth control. We certainly recalled that wonderful experience in our fantasies until we made it happen again a decade later, but that is a different story.