Let me start right at the beginning. This absolutely true account happened about 9 years ago, when my wife was 40 years old, and I was 42. Suzie (her real name) had married me in 1992 and we were very happy; we both worked hard in our demanding professional jobs, had 2 kids, and were doing really well in life (and still are!). Our sex life had always been excellent, in fact we both agreed that we had not had any other sexual partner who had satisfied us as much as each other. Sex varied from a quick fuck in the car whilst we were getting groceries or a take-away meal, -and didn’t have the kids with us, to Suzie putting on a suspender belt under her ‘relaxed home attire’ and teasing me ‘innocently’ in the kitchen whilst we made food together. This would make us both simmer for a few hours until the kids went to bed and we got a chance to be really naughty with each other. As with so many cuckold related stories that I’ve read over the years, there is something especially horny about thinking of your wife having sex with another guy. As a couple, when we first spoke about this, -probably 3 or 4 years before it took place, Suzie was absolutely shocked when I first mentioned it. But, over the next year or so I began to think about it more and more, until I slowly managed to bring the topic up with her, especially when I was playing with her in bed. She absolutely loves being kissed gently on her mouth whilst my fingers are slowly rubbing her inner thighs, probing her pussy, and ultimately making her clit come in a very deep and satisfying orgasm. When I do this to her she gets extremely wet and has to lie quietly for a minute or two to get over the depth of clitoral orgasm before I slide my cock into her to ‘finish’ her off with a strong fucking. On occasions, when really turned on, she’ll orgasm up to 4, or even 8 times, whilst fucking, and in a variety of (non-athletic) positions. Even now that we are 50-ish we still have this fabulous sex life, -and its not diminishing! One of our little games to play when we’re in bed is to just pretend that she’s on business and has brought a stranger to bed who was at the hotel bar. She takes control of the quiet conversation in bed and gently instructs me (the stranger) to do what she wants, like stroking her nipples and tummy, gently suggesting that I explore her pussy, rub her clit, and even suggesting that I check her wetness by putting a finger inside her, -followed occasionally by an instruction for another one or two when she feels at her peak of wetness and turn-on. Its fucking amazing! Finally, just to set the scene; Suzie is 5 foot 4 inches in height, has naturally dark brown hair in a short bob, and colours it with 3 or 4 colours (reds, various browns, some highlights, etc.) and looks stunning for her senior professional role in a large international corporate company. She usually wears dresses, pencil skirts, or trouser suits, -together with expensive jewellery, Chanel perfume (usually Coco) and blouses which are usually either too tight or a bit loose. Suzie’s figure is best described as ‘curvy’ or ‘voluptuous’; she is a UK size 12 or 14 trousers or skirt, but a size 18 or 20 top, -in order to get her 38GG natural milky white breasts under cover. With areolae of just over an inch, and nipples which are caramel and thick, she is absolutely perfect in my eyes! With a small mummy tummy, bubbly coy personality, coupled to a tinge of innocence and gullibility, she oozes sex appeal to so many! So, on to the event itself, which is completely and thoroughly etched into my mind. Over the 3 or 4 years of coaxing Suzie to fuck someone else we’d arrived at a position where she would do it if she could meet him first in a public place to see if he was clean, reasonably attractive, and did not appear to be an axe-murderer or time-wasting pervert! I started to scour the personal pages of online sites, looking for a suitable candidate. We had agreed to venture into the next city (50 miles away) to give us a degree of anonymity; also, we’d stayed in a hotel there previously and knew exactly what we wanted in terms of a room as we had a plan to allow us both to enjoy the adventure! Having looked at and discussed 4 or 5 potentials we finally got to a position where we sent an SMS to a guy which elicited a decent reply. (Before I go any further, 1 or 2 of the guys that we contacted previously were completely useless time-wasters, one in particular kept bragging that Suzie needed to bring extra large condoms for his enormous cock and that he was not going to take responsibility for hurting her! When Suzie asked to meet him he made excuses and cancelled at 12 hours’ notice, what an idiot!). So having got the reply we arranged to meet him in a large café on the side of a busy road. I stayed in the car, my heart pounding as Suzie went in to meet him having spoken to him quickly on the phone an hour before. She’d worn a candy striped white blouse with a few buttons undone to show her ample cleavage, which also allowed the lacy pattern of her bra to show through; it was a bright sunny Summer’s day so the effect was mesmerising as she cannot wear little ‘balcony’ bras, -just full cup patterned ones from a reputable company. She’d coupled the blouse to a knee length pencil skirt, just enough to show off her curves, but conservative enough to not look like a tart or to draw obvious attention in the café. Her naked legs (with a light natural tan) were finished off with simple dark court shoes with a 3 inch heel. In the car, as I waited, so much ran through my head; should I be pushing my wife to do this, am I forcing her, is she enjoying the journey as well, etc.? After 5 minutes I received an SMS to tell me that all was ok; this was the signal that I’d asked her to send if she’d sat down, got a coffee, and that he’d sat with her for the first meet. On receiving this my heart surged into overdrive for the next 30 minutes, until she came back to the car to tell me what happened. In conversation the guy had asked Suzie how she’d arrived at the café, she replied that her brother had dropped her off to go and see a work colleague who was in the area, and was waiting in the car for her. He had apparently arrived very early and had watched us arrive, but we’d planned the whole thing in detail and had agreed not to exchange any romantic touches as she left the car, -just in case! On the journey home I asked her for all the detail, -what was said, -what he looked like, -how she thought the meeting had gone, and finally if she felt comfortable to go through with it. She was so excited, yet uneasy as well. Suzie said that she did not find him attractive, but, that he seemed ‘normal’, was in a sexless marriage of 16 years, had a wife and kids, and was called Alan. He’d apparently not had sex in 3 or 4 years and satisfied himself 2 or 3 times a month with a secret wank, -his wife didn’t even know that he masturbated! Whilst this could have been a lie the SMS messages suggested that he was being truthful, and we set about planning for an afternoon of fun. Suzie felt a bit sorry for him as well, and in our ‘excited planning phase’ for the next few weeks, she explored ideas of what to do to give him a few hours of fun to remember. The hotel that we’d stayed in before was a ‘Best Western’ with bedroom furniture and closets which were large and bulky, in a relatively large suite. What we’d decided was that I would hide in the room, inside the large built-in closet, and enjoy watching my wife play with, and hopefully fuck, this stranger; a dream come true. We thought that this would give Suzie a sense of security, give us both a massive turn-on, and allow the guy to behave naturally, -which is what I really enjoy. We arrived for check-in at just gone 1:30pm, with Alan scheduled to arrive at around 3:00pm, -giving us over an hour to get me comfortable in the closet and Suzie settled for what she was going to do. The closet was at the bottom of the bed, about 5 or 6 feet from the bed end; I had brought a small electric fan heater from home and had switched it on to make sure that the room was warm enough to allow the fun to happen outside the sheets! I immediately started to put the spare pillows and blankets into the closet, made a comfortable resting place for myself for a period that could extend to a few hours, and noted where the gaps in the doors were to allow me to peek at Suzie. I probably wouldn’t get a second chance at such an event, and I certainly didn’t want to miss out on anything! Whilst I did this Suzie hung some clothes in the closet and put her toiletries in the bathroom. Finally, at about 2:45pm, Alan sent Suzie an SMS to say that he’d left his work and was heading to the hotel, -which was about a 20 minute drive. To avoid any challenge at the hotel reception, Suzie had agreed to go down to meet him (as his sister) in the reception seating area as soon as he had confirmed that he’d arrived at the car park. The SMS kicked us both into an excited frenzy; I took a bottle of red wine out of the overnight bag, together with two wine glasses that had been wrapped in a soft cloth, -they were left on the side table and would serve as an ice-breaker of sorts. Suzie quickly got out of her bathroom robe, which she’d been relaxing in for the past hour having previously applied her make-up, and checked herself all over. She’d carefully shaved her pussy two nights previously in a hot bath at home, she wanted to make sure that she hadn’t nicked herself, or left any razor rash. It looked perfect, and when touched had a very fine stubble of a real and mature woman! She then got dressed into her underwear, asking me to help her with her suspender clips, -which put my face a foot or so from her very turned-on pussy; I could see that her outer pussy lips were slightly splayed and that the inner ones were beginning to show through. As she moved gently, lifting her legs in turn onto a chair to let me attach all 10 clips, I could hear the stickiness of her pussy in the silent room, but I quietly just let her get into the mood for what was about to happen. Suzie then put on her outer wear, she’d gone for a plain coloured blouse with a buttoned front, coupled to a black pencil skirt, again finished off with court shoes which were slightly higher at the heel that her previous pair. The site of her just touching up her make-up, dabbing perfume on her neck and chest, and a few fingers in her hair to ruffle it a bit, just made me so nervous and horny. Just to add to the excitement she placed two condoms under the bedside telephone, and giggled something in a very excited but extremely nervous voice. She even wiggled her arse, lifted her skirt up a few inches, and then proceeded to just rub her perfumed fingers over the top of her stocking thighs and across the top of her knicker line! We then sat completely quiet in separate chairs, awaiting the next SMS to announce Alan’s arrival in the carpark; it felt very long indeed, and we wondered if he’d chickened out? Beep-Beep, there it was, -Suzie reached forward to the table and confirmed that he’d arrived in the car park. She replied that she’d be down in 5 minutes to meet him in the foyer. She quickly poked my tongue with hers so as to avoid smudging her lipstick, and said that she loved me and hoped that I would enjoy the afternoon. With a final check of the room, closure of curtains and switch-off of the fan heater, I stepped into the closet, allowing Suzie to manoeuvre the large overnight bag against the closet doors to deter any interest in opening them; I’d jammed a thin sock in the doors to leave a tiny gap with which to view the bed. From my various peep holes I saw her quickly take a deep breath, check herself in the full length mirror again, and bid me a ‘see you shortly’, before departing with her handbag. I was now alone in a room which was completely set up for my (arguably our) dream of a sexual encounter. About 15 minutes went by as I made myself comfortable in the closet. I kept straining my ears for any noises or voices, and practicing moving slowly without making a noise. I also checked so many times that my mobile phone was on silent! All of a sudden, I heard muffled voices outside the room, the bedroom door latch clicked and suddenly I could hear Suzie talking in her usual bubbly self. I could hear the last bit of a conversation where she was explaining that her husband travelled a lot with his work and that he was in a meeting that day and would message her when he was an hour or so away. This was a pre-planned move of ours so that I could message Suzie if I felt that she was uncomfortable or wanted things to finish; the fact that she was having the conversation suggested that she might want out sooner than later, though she was being really warm and quite sexy in her demeanour. Alan was physically much smaller than me, I’m just offer 6 foot tall and weigh slightly over 210 pounds, he was probably 5 foot 6 inches and about 140 pounds; Suzie likes my broad shoulders and heavy build, and I knew then that she wouldn’t have found Alan particularly sexy. As I said before, she felt somewhat sorry for his situation, and I think that this was coming out in today’s event from what I could see and hear. Suzie asked Alan to sit on the side of the bed whilst she offered and poured a small glass of wine for them both. I could see that Alan was quite nervous, lacked some confidence, but was of a gentle persuasion; he wasn’t cocky or a bragger, in fact he now looked like he didn’t know what to do in the sweetie shop! Suzie sat in a chair a few feet away, opposite him; from where I was looking she was on the left side of the bed, in a chair, whilst Alan was sat on the bed; both were sipping wine and making nervous small talk. Suzie asked him if he had anything particular in mind, to which he quickly said that he needed to have a quick shower as he’d just finished work; Suzie pointed him towards the bathroom and told him to help himself to the hotel’s toiletries. She even asked him coyly if he wanted any help with undressing, but he declined and said that he just wanted to jump in quickly to freshen up. Whilst he was showering Suzie smiled at me from her chair, and I could see that from her face she was not impressed with his lack of drive. Suzie was clearly in control, and the small glass of wine just helped her relax, -which also put me at rest. When Alan reappeared after his quick shower he was wrapped in a bath towel; Suzie quickly got to her feet, grabbed a small hand towel, and started to talk to him about his life in general whilst drying his back and neck. His own towel slowly fell to the floor as Suzie asked him to lie on the bed. She half lay beside him (on his right hand side), still drying parts of his chest and stomach, but slowly and deliberately moving the towel towards his groin. Alan’s cock was starting to rise at this point, -cuing Suzie to make a coy, yet supportive, remark about his cock and balls, which instantly made my heart race and cock twitch in my trousers. She has such a seductively innocent way of making obvious remarks appear so sexy, which I’m sure she uses to her advantage throughout life! His whole groin area had been shaven with a razor, so it was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, -something that had never appealed to Suzie; she prefers a well-manicured yet hairy cock and balls as it reminds her of a man rather than a boy! (Each to their own, though she would never emasculate him, -its not in her nature.) As Suzie started to caress Alan’s foreskin with her right hand, his left hand came across to touch her blouse covered breasts. With his left hand he manged to fumble open another of Suzie’s blouse buttons, resulting in Suzie coyly asking him what he was doing down there. He nervously answered by saying he wanted to feel and see her breasts, quickly asking how big they were; she softly answered by simply saying that they were ‘38s’, -deliberately omitting the cup size. With another nervous, shaky, and shallow voice he asked, ‘but what cup size?’; ‘Double G, on a good day’ was her reply. Following this they kissed very slowly and I was getting so horny just watching my wife taking control, and watching Alan’s cock grow in my wife’s hand. They continued like this for about 2 or 3 minutes, -Alan’s left finger tips caressing the bulging top quarter of Suzie’s large breast, stroking the top of her lacy bra, whilst she half lay on her left elbow with her breasts on his right shoulder. Suzie was behaving like a perfect cock-teaser; she was lightly pinching and rolling Alan’s foreskin between her thumb and forefinger, occasionally wiping the early pre-cum which had started to emerge from the tip, and rubbing it into the skin. Her hand eventually went down deeper towards and around his balls, only to clasp them with her dark reddish-brown fingernails, to then slowly drag back up the length of his shaft until she got to the crumpled foreskin that had gathered loosely over his helmet as a result of her very competent actions. Alan asked again if he could see her breasts, to which Suzie said that she would have to stand up to get her blouse off. Upon standing I saw my wife face towards Alan, unbutton each of her blouse buttons and take it off to reveal her large natural breasts, held in place by a full cupped lace bra in shocking pink. It was a glorious sight and gave me a such a stir in my trousers. Alan immediately complimented her on her breasts, in fact facially he couldn’t hide his admiration. With a wicked look on her face she looked at my closet hideaway, and asked him if he wanted her to take her skirt off? He stumbled with his words, but Suzie had already started to unzip her skirt; with a downward tug and a wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor, exposing her in matching shocking pink briefs, accompanied by a deep black 10 strap suspender belt, gunmetal grey stockings and court heels. What a sight! My heart stopped and I could consciously feel the pre-cum on my cock oozing after the journey of planning and preparation of the last few hours. Suzie asked Alan if he liked what he saw, she even apologised coyly (and somewhat wickedly) for being curvy and not the lithe size 10 that most men want. He didn’t answer, he couldn’t, I think he was dumbfounded by an experience that was beyond his comprehension. She lay down, on his right hand side again, allowing her right hand to again stroke and tease his cock; she turned slightly towards him and cocked her right leg over his; I can only imagine what he was feeling with a warm stockinged thigh over his knee, the smell of strong expensive perfume in his nose, the warmth of a curvy female against him, and a perfectly manoeuvred hand playing with his cock. They kissed a bit whilst she started to expose more and more of his helmet, carefully, slowly, and expertly using his pre-cum as a lubricant; after a few more minutes of this slow and very erotic motion Suzie lifted her hand to her mouth and brought down some of her own saliva onto his partly exposed helmet. As she started to further explore and expose him his left hand came across his chest to yet again lightly touch her squashed heavy breasts encompassed in pink lace. His right forearm, together with some pillows, had been supporting him as he watched Suzie play with his cock, he now seemed to wake up a bit and raised his right hand to start undoing Suzie’s bra from behind. He fumbled for a good 10 to 20 seconds, causing her to stop what she was doing, to giggle a bit, and then to again coyly make a self-depreciatory remark about her huge breasts, -and the need for 3 pairs of clips to keep her bra together. She eventually sat up and quickly unpicked it herself, spilling her huge 38GGs onto his right chest and forearm; he immediately began cupping them with his left hand as they both resumed their previous positions. Rather than kissing her lips, Alan now started to nuzzle her chest and the top of her breasts, probably in awe of their softness, warmth, and size; eventually, as Suzie restarted her saliva on the helmet routine, he started to lift her heavy right breast so that he could kiss and lightly lick her nipple. Another few minutes passed whilst my gaze went from Alan’s cock which had Suzie’s fingers slowly and tightly stroking his fully exposed helmet, to Alan’s tongue and hands on her breasts, to her curvy arse and the bright pink knickers contrasting with black and grey. I could tell that Suzie was not overly impressed with what she was receiving, but it certainly seemed to be doing the trick with Alan. Suzie again asked Alan about his sex life and asked him in more detail about why he wasn’t getting any; she again coyly remarked on how a ‘big boy’s balls needed to be regularly emptied and massaged’ and that was what she thought one of her jobs as a wife was. As she slowly sensed that he was building up to an orgasm she slowed down what she was doing and drew his foreskin forward over his helmet again; she then carefully sat up, bent forward onto all fours, and repositioned herself on the bed. As she repositioned she faced down the bed, looking again at my closet, and smiled seductively with a knowing look on her face as her breasts dangled beneath her, -nipples erect. She crawled towards the bottom of the bed like this, showing me her ample tits and certainly giving Alan a great look of her perfectly formed arse wrapped in pink lace, multiple black belts with chromed clips, stockings, and of course her heels. Once at the bottom of the bed she turned around, asked him to shuffle up with his pillows so that she could nestle on her knees between his legs! Wow, we’d discussed her using her mouth on him but we’d agreed that it was her call completely. In this position I could see Alan’s face and the right side of his body, but I could also see all of Suzie’s arse, -and she knew it. Over the next few minutes she asked Alan what he liked on his cock and balls; do you like it sucked from the top, licked and nibbled up the side of the shaft, or simply pushed in and out against my tongue and cheeks? He answered yes to everything and anything! Suzie sensed that he was not far from coming and wanted to at least give me some benefit from the action (this is what she told me later); she supported her weight with her left hand to the side of Alan, simply lightly kissed his shaft without holding it, and proceeded to push her right hand back under her mummy tummy, through to her crotch. I was mesmerised for about a minute as she pushed her knicker gusset to one side by a small amount, -just enough to unhook them from her wet pussy and let them sit outside her outer lips; seeing her do this for me with her painted nails was awesome! Her bright coloured knickers were crumpled and stained wet from being turned on, the colour so sexy against her milky white skin, dark red and purple pussy, and the glistening of pussy juice in the lamp-lit room. She easily popped one knuckle’s worth of 2 fingers into her hole, stretched it lightly, and then withdrew her hand back to Alan’s cock. She then proceeded to slowly reposition herself alongside him again, continuing to use her wet fingers on his now very rigid 5 inch cock. His left hand now started to creep down from her breasts to her mummy tummy, and then over her deep suspender belt, to the top of her knickers; he shuffled a little to get lower in the bed and managed to extend his hand to cover her mature pussy mound, his fingers manging to enter her pink knickers. It was amazing to finally see another guy’s hand inside my wife’s knickers and she was starting to enjoy it! She immediately eased open her legs a bit more, inviting his fingers to smear her obvious wetness over her complete pussy. She started to nudge closer to him, maximising the feeling of eroticism, and started to lightly kiss him. She whispered for him to use his fingers on her clit, and to put even more weight on it as he massaged it between his wet forefinger and thumb. Within a minute she had asked him to push her knickers down a little and to extend his finger into her hole, -‘just to see how wet I get’ she proudly whispered. A few seconds later she quietly asked him if he thought he could get 2 fingers inside her given how wet she was, his face looked so surprised! She took his 2 fingers from his smallish hand very easily, and baited him gently by coyly asking for 3; she wriggled and moaned gently as I could see his 3 fingers inside her pussy whilst his thumb pressed on her clit, but the combination lacked spark. She didn’t come, -though her already wet pussy was now saturated and very horny. During this foreplay she began to take even more saliva down to his cock and was sliding her whole semi-closed palm up and down the whole length of his shaft, making sure that she dragged it over his helmet at the beginning and end of each stroke. He came suddenly and quietly, coming over her hands and belly, with a few splashes landing on her breasts; in true Suzie fashion she mentioned something coyly like ‘wow, that was a lot and such a prize for my hard work’ and ‘we’ll have to start again if you still want to fuck me…’. Suzie calmly drew his foreskin forward, squeezed the last drops of cum out, and proceeded to go to the bathroom to get some tissues. Alan did not move, he was completely shattered. Suzie gently wiped the come off herself and started talking to Alan about it all so far; he couldn’t understand how she had given him the best sexual experience ever, and was not screaming to get the cum off herself, -like his wife! To add insult to injury she innocently rubbed a small drop of missed cum into her chest, suggesting that it was a free moisturiser! Suzie seemed a bit annoyed; her man had had a great orgasm, but she hadn’t, despite the foreplay on her breasts, mouth and pussy. She was so wet that she rolled her knickers off and left them on the floor; Alan got up to wash his cock and then reappeared in the bedroom. He began another attempt to finger her but after about 5 minutes Suzie suggested that she give him a gentle back massage to help recharge him, playing down the fact that he’d not managed to make her come with his clumsy fingers. Wearing just her suspender belt, stockings and heels, she sat on the backs of his legs and massaged him for a good 10 minutes; she turned him over and sat on his thighs, rubbing his chest, groin, and balls whilst letting him see her breasts in all their glory. (She told me later that she wanted a quick fuck at this point as he had clearly not mastered how to stroke a pussy to climax.). As she moved back and fore, occasionally touching his manhood ‘unintentionally’, and letting her breasts draw his attention, she sensed life in his cock again after a few minutes. It had now been about an hour and a quarter since Alan had stepped into the room, and I thought that he’d be out in another 15 to 20 minutes. Once Suzie saw his cock start to twitch again she moved to the floor, and on to her knees; she beckoned him to sit at the side of the bed where she began to suck his cock with purpose. Within about 3 minutes he was fully erect, but she continued to suck, nibble and scratch both his cock and balls for another 5 minutes to make sure that she was going to get something out of this. She finally reached up to the telephone and got a condom out of the packet, deftly managing to roll it over his erect cock; whilst sucking and rolling she asked him in what position he wanted to fuck her, to which he replied that he didn’t mind! The next bit was unbelievable! Suzie jumped onto the bed, faced me (in the closet), and with a wry smile on her face, said something like ‘come on, fuck me doggy style so I can hear your thighs slapping my arse’. (She told me later that by this time she’d lost her patience with him and wanted me to hear the slapping and see her boobs dangling whilst being fucked). He positioned himself clumsily behind her, entered her with ease (Suzie’s pussy is so easy when its wet; this is just a statement of fact and not meant to be a hurtful slutty jibe) and started to ‘fuck’ her. I could tell that she didn’t really know what he was trying to do to her; his motion was flawed, and seemed like his pelvic thrusts were out of synch with his shoulders. Finally she told him what she liked (she basically explained how to fuck) and he brought her to a muted type of light orgasm, but from her facial expression and the way she was biting her lip I knew that she was far from satisfied, desperately, and annoyingly caught in that crappy state of an unaccomplished orgasm. After about 2 minutes of thrusting he pulled out of her and suggested that she was too wet for him (!) and that he couldn’t come again. At this point I sent Suzie an SMS saying that I was approaching the car park of the hotel and that I’d see her in 10 minutes. Alan leapt to get dressed, forgot about the wine glasses, the spent condom, the wet towels, and simply left, possibly mixed up with emotions ranging from embarrassment to complete exultation. As soon as he’d left Suzie and I showered together, and had a great 20 minutes of playing and fucking (she came about 6 or 8 times and was as horny and wet as ever) before we went down to the bar to relive the last few hours nervously and quietly. It had taken a number of years of careful planning but we’d managed to do what we’d read about so much in magazines and online. We now look back on what we did in our early 40s and wonder about doing something similar this year as Suzie gets to 50, and still has the body, the character, and the skills, to give some guy the time of his life. Our latest conversations suggest that we may look for a shy 30 year old, and repeat the same thing again. Though she has always wondered about being ‘spit-roasted’, a term that she was shocked with when she first found out about it in her 20’s. Only Suzie’s willingness will hold us back… By the way, every word of this article is true. Honestly.