We had met as teenagers and had built an amazing life together I loved her more and more each and every day, now sixty she was more beautiful than the day we met. Life and time has been tough on me, While I'm a big ugly guy and can seem to be a bit intimidating until you know me. She still has a beautiful face with amazing eyes, a few laughter lines, a voluptuous body with magnificent heavy breasts still firm and perfect nipples. N apple shaped perfectly formed bottom, (a little bit of a tummy) and a tight pussy. the pussy of a twenty year old. She is still very, very sexy and totally unaware of the effect she has on men even young men. She is well spoken and well mannered rather posh. Always immaculate and beautifully manicured, what she ever saw in me is still a mystery.
We all have another side and although I worship the ground she walks on, I have always wanted to see her being well and truly fucked just the thought of watching her being impaled on another mans cock really is one of my great fantasies.
She had her own dark desires, one of which is to be used and abused by many men at once, against her will. We are now at a stage in our lives where we need to fulfil our fantasies before its too late.
To fulfil this fantasy without her knowing, otherwise she would never agree in the cold light of day, I chose an infamous beach in the Grand Canaries. Miles and miles of rolling sand dunes where couples, doggers, naturists and swingers, take their pleasures while voyeurs look on and are sometimes invited to in. Alison was completely unaware of its reputation and thought it was just to be a nice holiday.
In moments of passion she had fantasised about being abused in every orifice against her will by faceless men that she would never meet again and I was more than happy to make this wish come true.
We got to the beach in the early afternoon after a long and boozy lunch, it was very hot and I chose a perfect place in the shade of a small tree we lay on our large towels on the soft sand, in the middle of the dunes for privacy. I brought along two chilled bottles of her favourite champagne, I know that after a few glasses she would no longer be the respectable lady, she would lose her inhibitions and the real slut in her come out.
We settled down and I fed her glass after glass of champagne and I could tell she was getting to that mellow stage where she would let me do what I like to her. Soon she slipped off her bikini top to allow her heavy breasts to catch the suns rays, although we were in-between two high dunes this didn't go unnoticed as figures gathered around us behind the high dunes. I casually began to stroke her lovely mound and softly touched the lips of her pussy through her very brief bikini bottoms. I had chosen this bikini for her, knowing that it covered very little and if she moved and opened her legs, men could just get a glimpse of her labia.