My wife Anne had found out about my couple of indiscretions during our 30 year marriage. Whilst she had forgiven me, it was always some thing she held against me when she was angry with me.

On the other hand, I was not the jealous type. I had encouraged her to play away and then of course the one time she had got close, I had found out, questioned her and she had said , “I really, really like him”. That was not what it was supposed to be about. It was supposed to be about lust and that sounded suspiciously like love. I had got angry, had caused her intended lover to run a mile and had lost the trust of my wife that hadn’t come back.

After those incidents, more than 10 years ago we had had a couple of MMF threesomes with men from swingingheaven but whilst I had loved it, her heart had never been in it. She clearly needed to have some feelings for the person she was to sleep with and good friends were off the table. She needed a way to meet someone without me, have her fun and I hoped, tell me about it afterwards.

We are now getting close to retirement. I am still working full time but she has reduced her hours to only working three days a week. She also gets more holiday than me. She has worked hard and deserves to enjoy her life. She had always had a passion for tennis and when she decided to go on a single traveller tennis course in the Canaries, I was very happy for her. I immediately thought of her finding a man during her holiday, sleeping with him, telling me about it and then us having a regular MMF which I hoped would allow me to experience sloppy seconds for the first time.

During the months between her booking it and her going, I told her about my fantasy. Of course she told me it wouldn’t happen but I know her naughty side was working and I noticed an increased passion during our lovemaking when I spoke of this to her.

Eventually it was time for her to go. I took her to the airport and hoped that she would have some fun. I did not interfere, not telling her what to wear or giving her condoms. I also did not correspond too much. The last thing I wanted to do was phone whilst she in a tryst with someone and break the spell of the moment. One opportunity during a Whatsap message gave me an opening to remind her that I was happy for her to play away, then silence for a few days, then I set a time for her to call me. I didn’t want to push her but as she had just got back to her room after a swim following tennis all day, I asked for her to undress on camera and show me her body. I was surprised when she did, on my business trips when she was at home, this was something I had asked for but she had never done. Now she was doing it, dancing naked in front of the camera and this incident included her pointing the camera at her beautiful pussy which looked newly and neatly trimmed. That alone told me she might be considering getting up to something, or had already done so, as she only trimmed it like that for me on special occasions.

She got home a few months ago and this is what I eventually got out of her:

It was a smallish group of around 20 people with a leader. The ratio of men to ladies was roughly equal with a few more men. They were all about her age, some older, some younger. It was great fun. The tennis was great, although harder on her body that she was expecting. There was tea and cakes during breaks and come the evening they all went out together, visiting local restaurants.

On the Friday evening towards the end of the week she had sat next to one of the louder men called John. He had been married twice, she knew that his wives had divorced him and from the way he had flirted with her and the other ladies, she thought that almost certainly, it was because he had been unfaithful. He was cocksure, loud and full of himself, but he had a charm and whilst also in his sixties he was fit and handsome.

She was not sure if she had made any encouragement to him. She had flirted a little with all of them and had a dance with several of the men in a Greek restaurant they had gone to but she had not encouraged John.

Now as they sat in the restaurant amiably chatting to those around, she felt his knee against her leg. She was pretty happy, having drunk a glass of wine before they left the hotel and two during the meal. She let his leg press against hers. It started to make small circular motions which she realised was to let her know it was not accidental. She left hers in place. 5 minutes of this and as he leaned forward to made a point to the person opposite his hand landed on her leg. This then started the same routine of small motions and with no objection, it moved down to her knee and then started its way up her leg pushing her dress up as it ascended. She parted her legs and it reached as far as it could without being obvious to everyone on her side of the table. Still, it was only 4 inches from her panties and on the inside of her leg and the slow caresses, she told me, had got her juices flowing. She was on HRT and took small doses of testosterone, so unlike many women of her age she still got very wet and loved sex.

When they finished the meal, they had all piled onto the coach and John had discretely ushered her to the back. The rest of the group were some distance down the coach and were still engrossed in their own conversations.

As the coach set off he leaned over and kissed her for the first time. His lips were full and soft and she enjoyed the feeling. Minutes later it was a full-on snog and his tongue and hers were darting back and forth. His hand was also massaging her left boob. Five minutes later it dropped to her leg and started to work its was up, getting to her knickers which made her gasp and him moan as he felt her wetness. Seconds later his fingers had delved under the elastic and had pushed inside her.

Soon the coach had arrived back at the hotel. The others got off and they climbed down a short distance behind. As the rest of the group headed past reception and the lifts, to the bar, John stopped at the lift and confidently said “I always think its best to go to thee lady’s room rather than the gentleman’s. Lady’s usually feel more comfortable in their own space, what’s your room number?”

Anne had made no decision on going to bed with John (or so she told me), but she said her room number and he called the lift. When the door closed he was again all over her and whilst in the moment waiting for the lift to arrive she had told herself to behave, his mouth and his hands on her buttocks, plus the hard cock she felt pressed against her made the opposite decision for her.

They stepped out of the lift, got to her room and resumed the embrace which shortly resulted in her dress falling to the floor and his hand sliding down the front of her knickers and his fingers one more entering her body.

A short time later he was pushing her down and onto her knees as he fumbled with his trousers, only now did his nerves show and it was Anne who took control, undoing his belt, the button and lowering his zip. His trousers falling to the floor and an impressive looking ridge was hidden behind his boxers. These were soon lowered and his cock was now in her hands and a while later her mouth.

Five minutes later he stood her up they removed the rest of their clothes and whilst he held himself above her she guided his big cock into her.

She says he had her in many positions and many times during the night. She had bought some condoms at the airport I found out on her return, but they lay unused in her bag. Just before breakfast he had kissed her for the final time and said goodbye, see you later.

The last day of tennis had gone well, her game had improved. She had had to go to the ladies to change her knickers when some of the night’s deposit had made its way back out of her but she felt good and was happy with how the evening had ended up.

The last night of the holiday was upon them and it appeared that several of the singles had hooked up. As a married lady Anne tried to keep John interested but discrete. He understood, but they left together as the evening at the hotel drew to a close.

They returned to her room and again John used my wife’s body before leaving his phone number on a piece of hotel stationary for her. She said he was a great lover. She had found having sex with a man she knew and liked was wonderful and different from having sex with me. She had loved showing him her body and sharing it with him and had loved him coming in her a couple more times that night. She told me that he was too brash and loud for her to fall for him. I am not sure if this was so I wouldn’t get jealous like I had last time, but she need not have worried. I had found over the last ten years that I loved the idea of my wife playing away, her being a hotwife and me being a cuckold. Now those fantasies were a reality and since she has come home we have fucked liked rabbits as bits more of her adventure have been told, which allowed me to piece this story together.

She has been in touch with John and she spent last weekend with him in Hertfordshire. I gave permission as long as she told him that next time he would have to come to us and I would be present. I am a cuckold but not a sissy.

We now have a date and I can’t wait to see him with my lovely wife and to slide inside her after he has finished with her.