Jen, my wife, had a sexy side which just occasionally surfaced when we made love: On one such occasion on holiday in Italy she had described in luscious detal her first fuck when still a sixth-former at school. The centrepiece of her recall was the massive cock of her casual lover (he was in the rugby 15 of a nearby boy's school) and his compliance with her wish that he did'nt come inside her, resulting, she says, in a flood of hot spunk all over her skirt. Whilst we had had a fulfilling and active sex life for the eighteen years we had been married, I felt she would love to take the big cock of her first lover rather than my rather average but efficient endowment. Clearly, not an easy task, but knowing some of her friends from schooldays, it took only a few weeks before I found out the guy's name, and that he now lived in Dorset. After some diligent searching, I was able to make contact with him by e-mail: My contention was simple - would he like to pleasure my wife (with her consent!!) and with my blessing? Silly question, really; yes, of course he would, but he needed to know that this was'nt some divorce fodder or a practical joke. I got Jen to confirm this, she quite randily mailing him to the effect that she still enjoyed the moment he eased his young, virile weapon into her receptive but virginal cunt, and would love to take him again. We met in a hotel in Bournemouth; I made my excuses and left them reliving old memories. When I returned at about 9pm, they were still naked on the bed, relaxed, chatting, and shall I say, spent. My eyes were drawn to Colin's flaccid cock - huge, to say the least, and resting over his right leg with inches to spare. No wonder......My hardness was urging me on to become more than a late spectator...I was soon naked, and Jen took my rampant tool in her mouth, slowly wanking Colin's cock back to life.....within minutes he was back in Jen's stretched cunt, as I eased my harder-than-hard tool into her arse, only the second time since we had been married. Colin had the edge on me; I came after a few strokes, loosing my cream deep in Jen's tight hole, then had the pleasure of seeing Colin's short strokes result in a major climax for both of them, the residual cream of his cum leaking out of her a minute or two later. Words were awkward, but Colin thanked me for letting me enjoy Jen so many years after their first encounter. Jen? She could'nt thank me enough for the pleasure she had shared with Colin, who, she said, had grown into a superb lover, and had come three times giving her twice as many orgasms...."...and he did'nt have to pull out this time....I must be full of his spunk!" She certainly was, as even as we made love after Colin had left she was still squelchy with his copious juices. Do it again? Seeing the pleasure it gave Jen, yes, perhaps we will....!