Married (sex) Life #5

This is a continuation of 4 previous posts and makes most sense read in order. Stand alone read is pretty good too, but makes more sense with other stories first. Enjoy!

Our final major married sexual milestone, that I think worthy of recollection is the remarkable reboot of our threesome at that weekend in Bath with Allan at his flat back in 1986.

Kate and I have always enjoyed the wife sharing fantasy and memories we had from University and from Lucran's room service. Both those experiences were profoundly spontaneous and light hearted and thus positive. I had long developed my fetish for reclaiming the love of my life after she had been with another man. This extends to even dancing at parties or if Kate has had a long intimate chat with a man at a party or event. It turns me on and she knows it.

But unlike all those Literotica fantasies, this is reality and we did not act on fantasies: sometimes when we did they were failures, ludicrous or uncomfortable and quickly abandoned, and so we had a pretty average sex life like everyone else. Now and again we would try something different -- anal, adding an extra girl, public sex etc but they never quite worked and Kate never got into it.

However, we always enjoyed remembering the evening with Allan or afternoon with Lucran and our marital bed sex featured those fantasies along with gang bang etc -- fine in the head, but not in the bed!

We saw Allan and his wife Gill quite often over the intervening years despite her being his third wife. As I mentioned before, Gill did develop some sad mental health issues not least depression and addiction to alcohol. By that stage, a few years back, Allan had come to terms with his lot and looked after Gill very well and respectfully. He even straightened himself out a bit they focused on physical health as well as mental. They were part of my old school crowd and we all got together every couple of years for a sporting event like Wimbledon, the rugby or cricket with our wives and partners for a day of ribald chat and long remembered school and university pranks. Allan and Kate always got on well and chatted away for ages. I was never surprised or bothered as I know he has been as close to another person as you can get and has seen all the bits of her that I have.

So, our last threesome took place at one of the gang's renewal of vows after 25 years of marriage in Edinburgh. It was held at an epic hotel there called Prestonfield which is so opulent and lush in its interior design that it is known for its erotic aesthetic and dripped with romance -- Google it, it is worth it!

The whole ceremony and dinner was to be held in the hotel and I got on early and booked a suite for Kate and I, the Lord Provost's Suite, which was huge and opulent, with a four poster bed, two bathrooms and a lounge area. It exuded sex from the rich brocade furnishings to high bed that required steps to get up into it!

With one son away at university and one staying over with his school mate, Kate and I got up there the night before to enjoy the day in Edinburgh and the afternoon/ evening event. Needless to say that Kate loved the suite and immediately we opened the complimentary champagne, she was showing me her new underwear and freshly manicured pubic triangle. I had sensibly anticipated this turn of events and taken Viagra for extra firepower when we approached the hotel. By the time, Kate was through showing me how her blond pubes matched her new off white, cream knickers, I was rock hard.

We fucked furiously with Kate impaled on my diamond drill hard Pfizer erection, ready for sustained action whenever required! It was fun fucking her from behind as she leant in the window sill -- the perfect height - looking into the half light of a Scottish summer evening. I noticed a figure in the gardens watching us at the window and did not stop but increased the pace so that Kate's audible encouragement to me became more urgent. I do like a bit of showing off. The dark figure did not move and I kept her pressed to the window, until Kate decided to take on the stairs into bed for a more comfortable position suiting a lady of 50.

I climbed up too and then climbed over her to slide back at home inside my wife of nearly 25 years. I teased her about inviting room service to join us and she gripped hold of me with her thighs. I'm too old for that crap, she pointed out and clenched my rock hard dick with her cunt muscles. In the throes of ecstasy, I suggested how about tomorrow, she could carry on with Allan where they left off 30 years ago. She moaned quietly and kissed me hard, but said nothing further about that. Pretty soon, with my dick against her g-spot, we both started to reach a climax together. She bucked her hips as I unloaded into her depths once more, the exquisite release of all that pent up energy, wet and hot in her deepest parts.

Then, being married, we went straight to sleep the whole night. We still sleep nude most of the time, Kate only sometimes puts on pants. Here she just tucked a towel under herself and let my seed slide out and down into her bum crack. No wet patch these days for Kate!

The next morning was the start of a very bright and hot new day that ended with the best sex of our lives.

We spent the day in a sunny Edinburgh strolling around its historic sights and doing some serious shopping in George Street and Harvey Nichols. Kate looked fabulous in her white jeans and mumsy Ralph Lauren Hoodie and her highlighted blond/ grey hair shone in the sunshine. The renewal of vows ceremony -- quite a theme in our lives -- started at 4pm at Prestonfield, followed by drinks, dinner and dancing. Lots of old friends and champagne. Kate and I got back to the hotel after lunch, had a siesta -- with no sex for once -- and then bathed in the amazing his and her's separate bathrooms. Kate dressed to die for. A little black cocktail dress over her usual stay up stockings and a new pant and bra set that she was thrilled to show me. It was a lovely thin lace bra which would hold her delicious, perky 36 D breasts and a matching lace pair of sheer pants. Except these rather high waisted knickers had a surprise: little red bows front and back at either end of a open crotch with a red silk ribbon tying together the sides of the gusset so that it wasn't fully ouverte: it required undoing later to open her up! She kissed me wetly on the mouth and said that knot could be untied later if I was a good boy. I was randy now as hell.

A circlet of diamonds (my 20th wedding present to her) surmounted the whole look with a pair of red soled Louboutins to match!

The renewal service was beautiful and we had a ball seeing many old mates. The drinks party was a swirl of faces and champagne and Kate and I separated to work the room. All my mates admired Kate, who looked as young as she did 25 years ago, and the diamonds got more than a few envious glances as she toured the room. Eventually, I ran into Allan, looking very spare on his own. I hadn't seen him in a year and I brought him a fresh glass to chat. I waved over Kate who was thrilled to see Allan and gave him a big hug, but looking at him with a worried expression as he looked so down. We sat on a sofa to the side while he explained he was there on his own, a bit down, as Gill was not well with one of her spells of depression. She was staying with her sister in Kent to allow Allan to come to the party to see his old mates. He looked well enough -- tanned, fit and off the booze until today! He had been staying with Gill at their place in Ibiza, but she needed time with docs in the UK so they had returned. Kate was great with him, her usual warm empathy and genuine candour providing reassurance for a guy who never normally was in search of confidence.

I was dragged off to talk to some more folk by the celebrating couple and left Allan and Kate to talk for ages. By the time we moved on to dinner, Kate had Allan smiling again and she was laughing in her tinkling cheerful way.

Dinner was seated and Kate and I were sat opposite each other with Allan on her right, at the end of a table with around 100 guests in the main dining room. The wine flowed and I chatted with a young woman beside me amicably enough who was a cousin of Mike, the "groom" What amused me was watching Kate and Allan get right into synch again -- he was trying to be his usual flirty self, and she started latterly to twiddle her hair as she spoke to him. I smiled inwardly thinking to myself they had both had to be recalling the details of when they had sex in Bath all those years ago. I always like making small talk to former lovers at these type of occasions -- especially when their life partners are with them. I like to recall the looks on the faces when I slid into them for first time, or when I fingered their ass hole, or pulled out to cum on their breasts etc. Contrasting the wanton behaviour of their youth with the conservative society ladies now is erotically delicious.

The evening went in a whirl. The dinner finished with toasts and speeches that were truly hilarious and set the tone for an unashamed 80's bangers disco that had all the middle aged group up and dancing. Kate and I danced a lot with each other and with other guys from school and university. Kate kicked off her shoes and danced in her stockinged feel and looked 19 again! She also danced a lot with Allan, not least a classic slow dance straight out of the Bristol student's union in 1988! Crazy for You by Madonna saw them dancing, her bright face tilted up to his with his hands resting dangerously close to her bum. If he had a hard on she would feel it.

It was while they were dancing to another slowie that I realised that what might be a fun way to finish the night would be to see if Kate might want to invite Allan to join us in our suite for the night. I was horny as hell, and the last time we saw each other all naked, it was bloody sexy and she emptied our balls twice each in one night. I now had an erection myself and decided to have some fun. I swigged my champagne along with a Viagra I has suitably taken with me for such an occasion -- I thought that I would need cock on demand that night and I was right.

I made my way through the dancefloor to the sounds of I Want To Know What Love is by Foreigner to my wife and her former one of lover and placed an arm around both their shoulders. I asked Allan if I could cut in and he happily made way. I put my arms over Kate's shoulders and she looked me in the face as I pressed by hard on against her pubic mound. She tilted back towards me and her jaw set hard. I asked if it was time to go back to the suite and whether we should invite Allan back to have a drink too. Kate gave me a very knowing look then said it sounded a good plan, but not to get too many ideas as she was now "too old for nonsense."

We left the party together and went into the intimate reception at the Prestonfield. Kate was laughing with her arms round us both as I asked the concierge for our suite key. The desk staff looked up at our happy threesome, and the concierge gave me the heavy tassled key with a very arch expression. They knew fine what was happening here and were perhaps envious of two handsome men heading towards bed with a beautiful MILF. We sauntered to the suite with a heady air of sexual tension trailing behind us.

Once inside, Allan plumped himself, legs spread in a large velvet settee and Kate went to her loo and I fetched some white wine from he well stocked mini bar. Allan admired the room and said he had stayed at Prestonfield before and had had magnificent sex there with a girlfriend between wives who he tied to the four poster bed. We were laughing at his description when Kate returned and asked what the joke was. Her response was simply that we would try tying her up but that it was more fun to be free to move around the bed. That was the signal that we were in for a long night.

Kate came over to me and took my wine sipping it. I was sitting, and casually ran my hand up her leg, under her skirt and over her lace covered arse, while Allan explained how he couldn't untie the girl from his story as the knots had tightened hard when she came. He had to leave her their to get some scissors from the concierge to cut the silk ropes! As he recounted the tale, I slid my hand under Kate's buttocks and gently stroked her thigh gap while she stood there smiling at Allan. She gently, subtly parted her legs a bit more so I could access her better: Allan could surely see me actively fondling her pussy in front of him. Kate placed her glass and asked me to unzip her dress. No going back now.

I stood up and with a very heavy anticipation in my scrotum and increasing heaviness in my semi erect cock, I unzipped Kate's short black Chanel dress and eased it off her shoulders. She was facing Allan as it fell to the ground revealing her exquisite sheer black bra and ouverte pants, their little red bows matching even smaller ones on the tops of her stay up stockings from some boutique in Paris. Allan whistled and stood up, Kate turning to face me and reaching up to kiss my mouth. Allan closed in behind her, sandwiching Kate between us and his hands rest on her hips, fingers brushing the front silk lace panel of her briefs.

Kate turned to Allan and started to kiss him as well, and I unbuttoned my trousers and kicked off my shoes, They embraced fully, Allan cupping Kate's lace covered Mum bum with his hands, squeezing them and slipping fingers into the lace up ribbon covering her bum crack. I pulled of my socks and my shirt, dropped my boxers and my now eager dick stood to attention. Kate put her hand instinctively down to take hold of it with a little gasp, while rubbing Allan through his trousers. She unbuttoned his shirt while he took off his trousers and released his semi erect cock. Being an attentive husband, I put a cushion on the floor at our feet and Kate gratefully knelt on it bringing her face to face with our pricks. She closed her mouth around mine and looked up at me as she tasted my need and pre-cum. Meanwhile Allan was wanking his cock close to her face getting the blood going. He peeled back his foreskin and took hold of Kate's head, steering her off my cock and on to his. I again had that delicious, exquisite pang of envy and protectiveness as my wife eagerly closed her mouth over his glans and cradled his balls in her small hand. She looked up at him, as she had done with me so often, and he stroked her blond hair, its grey streaks belying her youthful look.

My darling wife now served us on her knees, switching between to two naked men, tasting their need and rolling our heavy testicles in the palm of her hand.

Allan sat down on the couch and she stood over him to such his prick, bent at the waist and presenting her bum to me. I admired her great little ass and then smoothed over each laced wrapped cheek before undoing her ribbon. The ribbon undid to open her crotchless briefs and give me full access to her puckered strawberry anus and unbeatable pussy, with its fine halo of fluffy blond pubes. I could smell her musk of arousal and could taste her wetness on my tongue. I dove in closing my mouth over her pussy and flicking my tongue between her butt and her cunt. Kate loved some light ass eating and pushed backwards, sighing and moaning lightly as she sucked Allan's prick.

We carried on like this for a while until Kate straightened up and moved to the bed, kicking off her shoes and climbing the stairs to our bed.

I lay down beside her and she began to give me a blow job. I scooted round to get under her and beneath her thighs. I got her into my favourite 69 position, her lacy pants split open for my mouth and her with a clear access to my straining cock. She slurped obscenely as she teased by prick and I met waves of arousal fluid as I greedily ate her out. Allan moved to her head and pushed his erection forward tapping her on the cheek. Kate tried to alternate but she was getting so aroused by my tonguing that she kept stopping to rest her head on my thighs. Get around this side, I said to Allan and he moved in behind her. Fuck her from behind I encourage him and he squatted over us both, straddling my head while he placed his glistening glans at her entrance. I stopped tonguing and held my head back which he lined up and Kate, realising what was about to happen, slightly raised her ass and straightened her back to allow Allan to slide into her.

He gripped her thighs as I watched him push forward inches from my face -- his bell end popped between her labia and then inch by inch his shaft eased into her willing, married pussy. I was inches away from the man taking my wife's cunt and filling her with his manhood. His ball sack was tight and I was able to see at close quarters the seam running along the underside of his scrotum between his balls. I had never been in this position before and it was utterly compelling: dirty, sweaty, smelling of sex and pre-cum but utterly compelling. Her labia stretched to accommodate him and then I could see his shaft thrusting in and out, her lips forming a sucking seal around his cock.

Kate needed a proper fucking, she later told me, so moved off me to on to the bed. She was on her hands and knees still and I still had a perfect view as Allan positioned himself behind her and nudged her pussy with the tip of his rigid cock again, at the entrance of my devoted wife's cunt. He slowly pushed forward, spreading her hole open. The head of his cock disappeared between the lips of her pussy once more. I watched the thing go in farther and farther. Kate groaned and mewed like she does when she is really turned on. Hearing my wife make the same sounds as she does with me with another man's cock in her cunt was surreal. Kate was so horny that she was giving herself to Allan completely. Her pussy was dripping wet with her sex-juices. Allan's cock pushed in farther and his scrotum pressed against her vulva. He was all the way inside her. After holding still to absorb the feeling of being inside my wife's cunt, he proceeded to fuck her with purposeful strokes. He pulled his cock out and then put it back in, full length each thrust. I moved so that she could continue to suck me off, and she greedily took y cock in her mouth. With each thrust into Kate, her mouth moved along my erection and into the back of her throat.

Cheekily, Allan withdrew his cock and nudged it against Kate's bum hole. She shifted her weight and pushed her ass to the side: taking my cock out of her mouth she said "Not up the bum, Allan" then rolled her eyes at me "Why do you boys always try that?" then hung her head, grunting as Allan slipped straight back into her married pussy and continued thrusting.

She looked at me with lust drugged eye and said, "Is this what you wanted to see? Another man is fucking your wife. It's a long time since someone else was in me. I am going to cum." I told her to fuck him back and let him cum inside her.

I watched. My wife's smooth body was shiny with a sheen of perspiration. Her blond hair was damp and mussy, her highlights framing her freckled sun kissed face. She was looking back at me with her pretty blue eyes. Her lace covered perky D cup breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust of Allan's hips. Her sexy eyes were locked on mine. Her jaw set hard, slightly jutting and she pushed it to the side ever so slightly as she clenched her pussy walls of Allan's urgent thrusting cock. "He's getting big" she said simply opening her eyes wide as she pushed back against his increasingly strong thrusts. I saw the look she gets on her face when I make love to her and she is close to cumming. I reached around and undid her bra which fell away. Her breasts were dangling and her nipples very erect, rocking with each stroke into her pussy. Her round ass cheeks, so clear and smooth contrasted with the hard male body behind her.