Someone recently posted a story stating that he was 50 and still horny… for goodness sake, my wife and I were at it like a pair of little rabbits when we were in our fifties! Part 1 of our story was perfectly true in every respect, and so is this continuation in Part 2 (only the names are changed). Perhaps not so much a continuation from Part 1, rather a jump over the years – the middle years to come in yet another submission. I am Brian, five feet eight inched, medium build, in my late sixties, still sexually active and if you want the length of my manhood then at a guess it is somewhere in the region of seven inches when fully erect. My wife is Kay, early sixties, slim build and with lovely breasts that have stood the wear and tear over the years and which she can still be proud to display when topless on our local beach, and also indeed when completely nude on the beaches in Minorca. In fact Kay still goes braless from time to time in the summer, the only downside being that if she becomes sexually aroused her nipples tend to stand out rather embarrassingly through her dress or blouse. Sixties and sexually active? Why not? To put it rather bluntly, fucking is not solely the pursuit of the teens and twenties. In any case, Kay’s has been having HRT treatment for some time which, as similar couples will know, causes the lady to bleed a little each month and at the same time to be easily sexually aroused. Enough of the preamble though. This particular episode relates to our fifties and the fact that we had always freely confided our fantasies to each other, mine being to imagine that I was seeing her enjoy herself whilst being thoroughly fucked by another man, Kay’s fantasy was that of a man roughly taking her against her will because he so urgently needed to have her. It was one night when we were in the midst of a very heated session in bed that Kay asked did I still want to see her being fucked, then saying, “ Alright then, you get a man for me and you can watch him fuck me.” Of course it had been said in the heat of the moment, she didn’t mean it, or did she? The best thing was to say nothing in the cold light of day. It was perhaps a couple of days later that we were lying quietly in bed, no heat of the moment this time, and when Kay asked, “Have you thought about what I said the other night?” I asked was she serious, or was this just a joke? She replied that it was as serious as I wanted it to be, but that I would have to do the advertising and she would be the one to select the man. He had to be mature, clean, fifties, he would not have to live too close to us and she would have to fancy him. And so an advert was placed in a contact magazine knowing that the venture could now fall at the first fence. After a week or so some seventy replies arrived. Most went straight in the bin. Too blatant, too crude, photographs of erections and no face etc., and in any case, no harm was done if we forgot the whole idea. But there was one letter plus normal fully dressed photograph from a man called John living in Berkshire. He was a businessman, divorced, had his own flat and lived some ninety miles away from us. Kay thought about it for a day or so and then said that if we were going to do then this was to be the man and that it was now up to me. There were to be a number of conditions though. We would have to meet him and he had to agree that there would be no sex on offer on that first occasion. He would also have to understand that our hope was that there be a long-term close threesome with no secrets and no locked doors, but that if it turned out that he fancied Kay and if she also fancied him, then open and frequent sex with her would be an accepted part of the friendship. To cut the story short, I sent John a photograph of the two of us plus, to be perfectly fair to him, a full frontal nude photograph of Kay. The response came almost by return of post. Yes, from the photograph he most certainly fancied Kay and there was included an invitation to stay at John’s flat for an initial ‘get to know you’ weekend without sex. We accepted the invitation, with Kay telling me that if she fancied him she might just give him an accidental flash or two, but nothing more than that during this first visit. We arrived late afternoon on the Friday and were to return home on the Sunday. After initial introductions we were invited in for a welcome cup of tea, shown round the flat and invited to freshen up prior to going out for a meal at a local hotel. Frankly I rather liked John, a much larger build than myself and, when I later mentioned this to Kay as we placed our weekend case in the bedroom, she reminded me of the old saying that ‘the larger the man the larger his willy’. The flat was nice, lounge, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, and during our stay we were to have the bedroom and John would be sleeping beneath a duvet on the rather large settee in the lounge.. I tried to catch Kay’s eye and raised my eyebrows questioningly. Her response was to give a slight smile and a nod, in other words – all was well so far, and now it was a case of me trying to observe when it would be that she was giving him a ‘flash’ or two of her knickers (or was it going to be her boobs?). The meal at the hotel was superb and so was the wine, though it did rather concern me that Kay drank three glasses of it when she would usually only drink one (she later telling me that it had been to calm her nervousness at the situation in which she now found herself). It was a lengthy meal and it certainly gave all three of us the opportunity to chat and get to know each other better. Yes, the more I knew John and the better I liked him… always a big advantage if the guy is going to fuck your wife. Back at the flat we settled down on the settee in the lounge in order to watch television, Kay sitting in the centre, myself to her left and John to her right. After a few minutes John got up, brought in tray containing a bottle of wine, three glasses and a tiny little box tied with ribbon. It was in the flickering light coming from the television screen that John handed the little box to Kay saying that it was a present for her, and that he hoped one day to see her wearing whatever it was. Kay opened the box and drew out a small pair of almost transparent white thong. Kay thanked him and gave him an encouraging peck on the cheek, but made no comment about he viewing her wearing it. (Part 3 continues this account of out first meeting with John)