My wife, Judith, who is a petite brunette, 5’ tall, slim but very curvy with a nice pair of 34C tits, and I thought I would share something that happened to us in the early 90s when we were about 25. We went to a 1940s evening with some friends. We were both in costume and Judith had made a real effort wearing a genuine WAAF outfit that she had borrowed from a re-enactor friend and she looked incredibly sexy in it. She had quite a few drinks and was spending a lot of time chatting to a bloke dressed as a GI. She went and danced with him and I could see his hands wandering over her arse. She obviously didn’t mind and let him carry on, and I’m sure I saw her rub his cock through his trousers at least once. This was it, I thought, at last I’m going to see her fucking another man. This had always been one of my fantasies, but Judith had never been keen on the idea before. Unfortunately at the end of the evening he headed off home before I could invite him back to ours for a ‘nightcap’, but as we drove home I mentioned her dancing with the GI and that she looked like she was enjoying herself. She lay back in the seat and giggled before saying I had no idea how much she had enjoyed it. I put my hand on her leg and ran it up her thigh, pushing under her skirt, over her stockings (I said she had the full outfit on) and found her pussy soaking wet. I started rubbing her as I drove and she said, ‘Mmmm, nice. This is the second time I’ve been fingered tonight.’ She told me that her GI had taken her off outside while I’d been chatting with some mates and had fingered her while she wanked him off. I was nearly bursting out of my trousers and I suggested we stop at a car park on the way home for some fun, but she said no, she just wanted to get home so I could fuck her properly. When we got home we saw one of our neighbours having a cigarette on the steps of the block of flats we lived in. They were 1930s flats and many of the occupants were ex-forces and quite old. As we came up the steps he was looking Judith up and down and said, ‘Blimey, that brings back some memories!’ Judith smiled at him and said, ‘It’s completely genuine.’ He said, ‘I hope you’re wearing the right stuff under it.’ She replied, ‘Oh yes,’ obviously enjoying the flirting. He said, ‘I bet you’re not.’ She said, ‘Well, there’s only one way to find out’ and then invited him in. He chucked away his cigarette and followed her to our door. I was gobsmacked but harder than I’d ever been at the thought of this bloke in his 70s fucking my wife. By the time I’d followed them in he was sitting down in a chair while Judith was standing in front of him slowly pulling up the skirt of her uniform to show her stocking tops. ‘Very nice,’ he said, ‘but I need to have a closer look.’ I stood and watched as this old bloke went up to my wife and slowly started undressing her. He took off the skirt first and made her spin round so he could see, then he took off her jacket and blouse so she was just wearing her underwear and strangely, her hat. He turned to me and said, ‘This brings it all back, I fucked so many WAAFs when I was in the Air Force. I bet she’s as good a fuck as any of them.’ I smiled at him and said, ‘Only one way to find out.’ This was the green light and within seconds he was naked with an impressive hard on sticking out. He was in his 70s, but his body was still very trim and fit looking and Judith knelt down and started sucking him, while I watched as her WAAF cap bobbed back and forth on his cock. She stood up, took off her bra and knickers and led him into our bedroom where she lay back on the bed, still in her hat and stockings. He wasted no time getting on top and was soon pumping away inside my wife. All the time he was doing it I sat and watched, slowly wanking my cock. He had a lot of stamina for an old bloke and fucked Judith for ages, switching to doggy style half way through. Her hat had fallen off during his vigorous thrusting and one stocking had come undone. He finally started speeding up, pumping harder and faster into Judith while she moaned and begged him to do it harder. He finally came, shooting his spunk into her pussy and collapsing on top of her. He kissed her cheek and said, ‘Thank you darling, that was the best fuck I’ve had in years.’ Judith turned her head round and started kissing him back. He stood up and turned to me and said, ‘Your turn’ and went into the living room to get dressed. I rolled her over and got on top and slipped my cock into her pussy which was full of the old man’s spunk and started humping away. As he left he gave us a quick wave before heading out the door. I didn’t last much longer before adding my load to his and we lay there exhausted. We went to bed and the next morning she didn’t want to talk about anything. We moved out of the flats a year or so later and it was only then that Judith told me that she had been fucking the old bloke regularly ever since that incident, including one time when she had him and two of his old RAF friends and she had borrowed the uniform again. God, I wish I’d seen that.