Well, what can I say? Tom's intervention in our marriage had really brought my wife's sexual appetite to the forefront, her hormones seemingly restored to premenopausal levels!

Most nights it was like the sex Olympics, sometimes I'd dread going to bed as she more or less used my body like her toys,

Most mornings I'd get up more tired than when I went to bed!

It was like the clock had gone back 10 years, I had a good idea I wasn't the only one servicing my wife as I once found a pair of knickers which were clearly not hers pushed behind the headboard, deliberate? Possibly?

I well remember her ferocious appetite for the younger lady so I wasn't phased by this discovery, just upset I wasn't involved if that was the case, that would inevitably change as for now my wife's appetite for sex burnt like a supernova but as we all know supernovas eventually burn out so I enjoyed this whilst I could, even down to actually fucking her, a now rare treat for me but not so when she called out Tom's name on one occasion.

I often wondered if he'd fucked her as hard and rough as he had me?

It looked like he'd made a lasting impression on such a brief breeding session whilst I went to the shops that day, I imagined the way they must have fucked that time, I could only compare it to the toy he literally fucked to destruction on videos he'd send me, I'd often wonder if he was thinking of that once in a life time opportunity as he fucked my beautiful wife.

By the end of July things started to escalate, her clothing, lingerie and demeanor suddenly changed, no longer a frumpy mature lady hiding her assets but a sensual jaw dropping beautiful mature lady who showed her assets off to the maximum, those now slightly saggy 38ee’s now on display, well almost, for all and sundry to admire, something was happening but for now I was just enjoying the moment as our sex life suddenly took a different direction and she actually started to make me fully dress for her before sex, I guess her lesbian feelings were as strong as ever, or was that an attempt just to humiliate me? I certainly wasn't complaining, especially when a parcel arrived which I wasn't allowed to open until a time of her choosing, until then it stayed in her wardrobe, along with a new item, a sheer white almost see through negligee, white stockings and suspenders to match with the flimsiest of white high sided panties, the white high heels more reminiscent our earlier days this was all new, I only saw them because I had a look at the parcel to try and guess what it was, she was building up to something, the tension was slowly becoming unbearable as we lay in bed together, her massive breasts, unsupported, hanging each side of her chest with large crimson red nipples, it looked like she'd been using my nipple suckers to great effect.

Every time we fucked I'd watch her large breasts roll around, a strong incentive to try and fuck her as hard as I could, lets face it, who wouldn't?

That ‘who wouldn't’ would turn up on our doorstep a week later, totally out of the blue.

My wife seemed unfazed with his sudden unannounced presence, ladened with a large suitcase and a large box, it was Tom!

I should have been shocked or even taken aback but I just stood there, the suitcase, the large box that knowingly smile on his face as my wife pushed past me to embrace him, Tom looking over her shoulder at me with what I'd describe as a devious look as she hugged him. I'd actually questioned myself earlier that day as to why she was wearing the flimsiest of summer dresses, braless! Her 38ee’s virtually on the verge of spilling out, I just thought that was for my benefit and In a way it was.

At this point the walls of reality started to crumble around me as I tried to make sense of what was happening but this had all the hallmarks of some intricate planning by the pair.

Once I'd got over the initial shock, or was that disbelief, my wife calmly said Tom had come up to watch the cricket match and needed somewhere to stay, somewhere missing in that statement should have been ‘And he's also going to fuck the living daylights out of me while you watch’ well that bit wasn't immediately obvious but by the Sunday I'd have memories unimaginable on the Friday.

Once my wife finally managed to release Tom from her grip, or was that the other way around? I was invited, no, told to bring Tom's things in, the large box didn't actually feel that heavy but his suitcase felt like he'd brought a ton of bricks with him but that was hiding a secret that would make whatever was in the box frightening or exciting, at this point neither of us knew what it was, all I can say was Tom had thought about this ‘unannounced’ visit very seriously.

Taking his suitcase up to the spare room I noticed the bed already made, confirming my wife had been colluding with Tom for some time, the purpose yet to be revealed.

Coming back into the room I heard them talking then hushed up as I walked in, the armchair had been moved to a point I could see the sofa and the pair of them, pointing at it Tom told me to sit, my wife looking at me then at the floor then quickly recovered to make us all a cup of tea, whilst out Tom asked how I was after my ‘ordeal’ and would I like a repeat performance next year.

Just in the nick of time my wife came in with the tea, now for the first time from my vantage point I could glance at the full beauty of her huge cleavage, how they hadn't ‘accidentally’ fallen out was beyond me as I prayed they didn't not in front of Tom who I knew full well admired them, maybe too much!

Well we talked and talked until Tom brought up the matter of him fucking my wife in the garden that time, my wife's face went bright red as he asked her straight out ‘would you like me to do that again’ Tom watching my face to see my reaction, whatever he saw was what he needed, confirmation that I was still partial to being the cuckold husband, from that moment things started to escalate as they put their cups of tea down, a signal perhaps?

My wife leaned back into the sofa, she'd had instructions! Me? I was there just to witness this 83 year old about to take full advantage of a woman 21 years his junior and all I could do, or allowed, was to watch him pleasure my wife in ways I couldn't.

My wife closed her eyes expecting Tom to ravish her but no, he asked me to turn the TV on to the cricket and muted the sound whilst he asked me to put on one of my classical CD’s, it was Wagner the pieces I chose was over 40 minutes long, just about the same length it would take to bring my wife to her first of many explosive orgasms.

From my ‘arranged’ vantage point Tom began, he'd waited far too long for this so his first fuck could end up being rather chaotic and furious.

I was expecting him to pull off that skimpy figure hugging dress and play with her but no! He watched the cricket on the TV, he was playing mind games, an ultimate tease as to will he or won't he? It was clearly working as I started to get rather warm and stiff down below, the frustration for me now becoming unbearable.

Those words yet again echoed in my head ‘there will be a price to pay, I guess this was it.

Was this part of his elaborate plan to build my wife up into a level of frustration that would end up with her actually begging him to fuck her, regardless to the fact her husband was only a few feet away, closely watching every move he made.

It was a totally surreal moment, Tom watching the TV, classical music filling the air and my wife sat next to what would turn out to be an insatiable sex machine, her legs involuntary slightly parted in expectation.

Slowly Tom's hands naturally began to stray, I watched intently as his hand slowly slid up the length of her leg and momentarily between her legs, a solitary finger circled his prize before venturing further upwards, I could see the frustration in my wife's body as Tom relentlessly teased her, her eyes closed in expectation as she lightly bit her lip.

I've been forced to watch her with men before but this was somehow different as Tom's hand now settled on her heaving breasts, at last she made a sound, so faint it was almost inaudible, that sound of an unexpected sigh and contentment as Tom started slowly squeezing and kneading them, occasionally pinching one of her now extended nipples from the outside of her dress which made her yelp.

I couldn't make it out, Tom had my wife at his fingertips but he seemed more interested in the cricket, the suspense was building, something or someone had to give as

his hands got more adventurous as they scooped out her heavy breasts, too heavy to be supported by the elasticated balcony of the dress and hung down like water filled balloons, heavy and juicy as his hands now gave them the attention they deserved, I just watched, trying not to blink in case I missed anything, the bulge in my trousers confirmed my excitement at Tom's unhealthy interests in my wife's large breasts as he pulled at her nipples making my wife cry out as he pinched and pulled at them, drawing her tits from her body, every twist made her moan at first but then as he got more brutal she cried out again.

He was treating her like he did me as he let them go and gave them a playful slap as gravity pulled them back down to her waist.

Tom spent some time with her nipples, using the base of his hand to glide over her aroused nipples, the sounds of pleasure from her as he continued, her hips now rising and falling slightly, this definitely didn't go unnoticed and exactly what Tom was hoping for as his hands now went for the hem of her dress, watching my face as slowly he hitched it up her naked legs, once up to her knees he opened her legs then continued to pull up the dress, to my absolute horror she wasn't wearing any knickers! her pussy exposed for all to see, bold, its lips gaping slightly to reveal its pink interior, more amazingly she was wet!

‘good girl, you remembered’ as he kissed her cheek

Tom now teased her moist pussy, running a finger along its length before pushing it in, my wife's reaction immediate as his finger sunk into her, at this point she opened her eyes and looked at me and just smiled in a defiant way as Tom repeated his actions with another finger, my wife's response yet again as she let out a deep sigh, her hips started to oscillate against the motion of his fingers.

The third one would be the one that would push her over the top.

Tom was an expert and knew exactly what he was doing as the third finger slipped in easily with the other two and fucked her with them as his thumb made its way towards her clit, once his finger inside her had found its spot, his thumb placed outside over the hood against his finger he slowly started teasing her clit both inside and out, Tom may have fucked her but he wasn't ready for what was about to happen, anyone who's read my stories about my wife's antics will know just how sensitive her clit is, Tom, totally unaware of this, continued to tease her clit, his thumb pressing quite hard against his inserted finger, I saw it coming as her body went totally rigid, that scream of forced orgasm almost gave Tom a heart attack! Her shriek then screams so high pitched, I bet half the street heard it, the downside of living in a bungalow!

Tom pulled away in shock as she grabbed his hand and placed it back at her pulsating pussy, ‘Oh no you don't mister, you fucking finish me off‘ now that did take me by surprise, she sounded so demanding and so unlike her, what had Tom done to my wife?

Tom's face really was a picture, had he really bitten off more than he could chew? A quick sneaky fuck whilst I was away for 20 minutes yes, that sounded like him but this? Somehow Tom didn't appear to be in control anymore as she literally forced his fingers back into her hungry pussy, this was most definitely not what Tom had in mind as, with confidence regained, brought her to another orgasm, all in front of her husband who had no control what was happening to his wife.

Then it happened, Tom had been unwittingly brought to the point he couldn't hold back, it was time for me to witness this 83 year old fuck a younger woman and this time he was going to make this count as he told her to get to the back of the sofa and lean over it, I was told to stand in front of them as Tom kicked her ankles apart and positioned himself into a position he could fuck her.

My wife knowing the position Tom wanted adjusted herself to suit as the bottom of her dress was hitched up onto her back, her lovely tits hung down in front of me, her nipples absolutely massive possibly from the excitement of all this or perhaps with the help from my nipple suckers, what got to me the most what's that Cheshire cat grin as Tom ever the gentleman took his time to penetrate my wife, as soon as his hard cock found the wetness of her pussy, her eyes closed, a slight gasp as Tom effortlessly slid into her then in what I'd say was a dominant statement, ‘you can blame him for what I'm going to do with you’

Suddenly that ‘there'll be a price to pay’ resurfaced in my head again as Tom now without any build up , fucked her like a wild stallion, her tits flew straight out towards me then swung back, Tom knew exactly what he was doing, breeding her in front of me and trying to provoke a reaction as he mercilessly fucked my poor wife like she was one of his fuck toys, now that was a cause for concern as I'd seen a video of him actually fuck one of his toys to destruction, the way he was going into into my wife with such intensity and vigor I was genuinely worried he'd hurt her.

Tom was the living personification of the Duracell bunny as every thrust into my wife produced what looked like a tsunami of fleshy tits washing back and forth in front of me, her moans and shrieks of pleasure washed over her body as he fingered her clit against his invading cock filled the room, I prayed our neighbours were out as I'd not heard my wife so vocal since, well the layby incident a few years ago when we were regulars to the cuckold scene.

I watched as Tom gave her yet another ear splitting orgasm until her body went limp, now at the mercy of his ever relentless fucking, that made me insanely jealous as I struggled to give her one orgasm but with Tom they just naturally flowed through her body as all I could do was watch in awe as this randy old man 21 years our senior fucked like a teenager.

They'd been at it a good ten minutes and Tom showed no signs of slowing down, my wife now showing signs she'd had enough as her huge breasts involuntarily swung back and forth, I watched Tom's face as he showed no clues to his impending insemination of my poor wife, I wondered how my wife felt about this? One minute we're having a quiet afternoon together then suddenly she's being fucked over the sofa by an elderly gentleman with the stamina of a bull in front of her husband.

Now her breasts had acquired a life of their own as they swung violently in just about every conceivable direction, her now sweaty breasts occasionally slapping into each other creating a rather pleasing slapping sound, Tom was absolutely loving it as he ploughed on, Tom now on the verge as he gave it his all, his sweaty balls slapping against her peachy cheeks, then without warning it just happened as Tom cried out ‘Oh my god, I'm cumming‘, one last cry out from my wife, now red faced through all the exertion as with one almighty push into her, he came like a wild animal, how long had he gone without intercourse?

Now grabbing and pulling at her breasts he triumphantly seeded my wife, AGAIN!

He wasn't going to pull out until she got every ounce of this pent up spunk he'd saved for this one occasion or should I say now one of many!

Once he'd calmed down he slowly Pulled out then gave her arse a good slap, ‘there you go, you enjoyed that didn't you'

My poor wife was too out of breath to answer but Tom had left her on the edge as she put her hand between her legs to finish herself off. For one last time she came, much to the amusement of Tom, content in the fact that he still could pleasure a woman in such a way, well that was it, wasn't it? He'd used my wife as a cum dump right in front of me, I'd forgotten the golden rule? Bull fucks, cuck cleans!

Tom clicking his fingers, ‘Haven't we forgotten something’ this was a scenario I hadn't bargained for, Tom wasn't a bull but he fucked like one, was we playing out his fantasy? Whatever he was playing at, I was pulled up and placed between my wife's legs, her freshly fucked pussy still pulsating from her final orgasm, a hint of sperm embedded just within. Now on my knees I nervously placed my tongue into her warm moist pussy to be met by Tom's recent deposit, that familiar taste mixed with her juices, it had been so long and I savoured every second retrieving every last conceivable drop of Tom's thick salty cum out of my wife

Tom got dressed and my wife straightened her dress out, the rest of the afternoon and early evening carried on as if nothing had happened suddenly it was bedtime when the reality hit me as my wife and I went upstairs, Tom behind us to what I thought would be his room, reaching the top of the stairs he put his hand between us ‘Oh no, I'm sleeping with your wife in the master bedroom, you're in the spare room, like it! or not’

I didn't like the sound of that but as these things go I guess this is par the course, it wasn't like I'd not been through this humiliation before now was it?

That night for me, at least, was pretty restless as several times throughout the night the bed creaked to the sounds of passionate or frantic lovemaking, the moans from my wife as she was pleasured repeatedly by this sex maniac, how Tom did it I'll never know but the nickname I gave hime, the Duracell bunny was well earned, eventually all went quiet until early morning when yet again Tom would take his chances and fuck my wife, full in the knowledge that her husband was only feet away.

That was only Friday I'd got Saturday to go through and I thought it couldn't get any worse than this, then it did, a day neither of us would forget.