It’s taken me a week to finally sit and put into words what happened the night of our 30th Wedding Anniversary. I’m doing this because I can’t understand my feelings and maybe someone can give me some advice about what to do next. My wife wants a repeat. And to be honest, so do I. But I’m not sure if I can handle it. Last week wasn’t planned. To do it again, I’m not sure. It started as some fun. After a great day out at the coast with a midday meal and a drink. On the drive home she suggested we pull into a car park. She said it would be like it was before we married 30 years ago; a fuck in the woods and hope we didn’t get caught. But we did. I knew she only had a small, black knickers under her skirt, complete with stockings and suspenders. We had got ready together this morning because the plan was coast, meal, drink, then back home for a night at the theatre, followed by as much fucking as we could manage at our age. We didn’t make the theatre. And there was more fucking than either of us expected. The car park was only small but at this time of year, it was empty. It was still light and our car could be seen from the road. My wife saw a sign for a picnic area and wanted to go there to be fucked. She said that there wouldn’t be much chance of being caught as it was a little cold at this time of year. How wrong she was. I wasn’t going to argue; she had already made my cock hard and all I wanted to do was bury it deep inside her pussy and fill her with my juice. At the time, it never entered my head how full of cum juice she would soon be. As soon as we were surrounded by the trees, my wife pulled down my zip and took out my hard, throbbing cock. She quickly squatted and briefly wrapped her soft lips around its head. Holding my cock at the base, she slowly slid my cock inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving side to side on the underside of my cock and the slight pressure of her teeth as she took my full length into her. My cock was throbbing now as she slowly withdrew me from her mouth. She stood and still holding my throbbing cock, led me down the path to a small clearing with 3 picnic tables and benches. My wife turned so my back was facing the end of a table, unfastened my trousers so they fell to my ankles. She then reached under her dress and removed her knickers. My cock was pointing straight out in front of me, throbbing and wanting to be inside her soft, moist pussy. Next, she pulled my boxers down past my knees and pushed me back so I was laying on my back on the table. This was why I didn’t see them first. My wife climbed on to the table and straddled me, her back facing me. She pulled her dress up to her waist. I had a great view of her arse and pussy. I reached my hand up and was surprised how easily two fingers slipped inside her. She was soaking wet, her lips swollen. With my fingers still inside her, my wife started to lower herself down towards my cock, her legs wide. She reached down and took hold of my cock to guide it into her pussy. She rubbed my cock between her wet lips, mixing my precum with her juices so I could easily slide inside her. I could hear her moaning as she slowly sank onto my rigid, throbbing cock. Even though my wife was so wet, her pussy was still tight. I held her arse in my hands, lowering her slowly, until my cock was buried fully inside her. She sat still as I felt the muscles inside her pussy gripping my cock tight as she came. I could feel the warm glow of her juices flowing down my cock and on to my balls. They must have come by car, but I didn’t here them; all I could hear was my wife’s moans and my heart beating, in time with the throbbing of my cock. My wife leaned back, placing her hands on the table either side of me. I still held her arse in my hands, taking her weight as she slid her pussy up and down my cock. After a few minutes, with my cock fully inside her, my wife stopped fucking me for a dew seconds and I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. I opened my eyes and looked up at the back of her head, just as she started to slowly raise and lower herself onto my cock again. I closed my eyes again as I felt the warm, smooth wetness of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. I soon opened my eyes again as I felt a hand slowly kneading my balls. My wife must have felt me tense and she told me to carry on fucking her. She lifted herself up until my cock was free. But it wasn’t free; it had a hand wrapped around it, slowly wanking me. I felt a soft pair of lips wrap around me, taking me fully into a mouth. My cock was then place against my wife’s pussy and she lowered herself onto my cock again. A young woman appeared at my side and seemed to be in her early 20’s. She leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. She then stood back and I watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled off her knickers. My wife must have felt my cock throbbing harder inside her and suddenly I felt warm, sticky fluid covering my cock as she came. The young woman climbed up onto the table and spread her legs over my head. She pulled up her skirt and I had my first view of a smoothly shaven pussy; the first I had seen in real life since I married 30 years earlier. She slowly lowered herself over my head until I could reach her with my tongue. She was already wet, and I could taste the sweetness of her young juice. I felt my wife lift herself off my cock. She turned around and lowered herself once again onto me, this time facing the young woman. As my wife leant back, I managed to see another cock point towards her mouth. I watched as she took this strange cock between her lips. Hands held her head as the new cock began to fuck her mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I emptied my own juice inside her. I felt as though my balls were trying to find their way through my cock. I couldn’t remember the last time I came this hard inside my wife. When my wife realised that my cock was empty, she lifted herself off, my cock still semi hard. As she sat on the edge of the table at the side of me, another cock appeared at her head. She now had a cock in each hand and was alternating wanking and sucking each of them. The sight of them disappeared as the young women leant down towards my cock, taking hold of me and feeding me into her mouth. We were now in a 69. As she sucked and licked me, bringing me back to hard, I had my hands around her thighs, pulling her lips apart, opening her to my lips and tongue. A few minutes later, she climbed off me and stood on the ground. Reaching for my hands, she pulled me from the table. She removed her dress and bra. Totally nude, she then lay on the table on her stomach, wanting me to fuck her from behind. My wife was by now in the same position, also totally nude, but kneeling on the bench. One of the young men was fucking her from behind as the other was stood back watching us both and wanking. I could see my wife was having constant orgasms. Her head was laying on the table, eyed closed and she was continuously moaning. I lifted one of the young woman’s legs onto the table, opening her pussy to my cock. There was no resistance from her pussy as my cock easily and slowly slipped inside her. Once again, my cock was surrounded by warmth and wetness as her muscles seemed to grip my cock. I fucked her slowly; I didn’t want to cum too quick. I saw the young man fucking my wife hard and heard my wife scream as she had a large orgasm. He pulled out from inside her, but she didn’t have time to rest as the other young man took his place and rammed hard into her. She orgasmed immediately as her pussy had it’s third cock inside her. This young man didn’t slow his pace. He continued ramming into her, but after about a minute, he pulled out and was immediately replaced by the first young man. Again, he kept the same pace as the other, ramming into her and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. This continued two or three times each before they slowed the pace. Then one of them moved to the other side of the picnic table. He climbed onto the table and pointed his cock to the young woman’s face. She took him into her mouth as I continued fucking her. I could feel my cock close to cumming inside the young woman. I started fucking her harder as the young man removed his cock from the young woman’s mouth and offered it to my wife. She took him into her mouth as he held her head. For the first time in her life, she was been fucked by two cocks at the same time in her mouth and in her pussy. I saw the young man pull from her mouth. Still holding her head with one hand, he began to wank himself with the other. I heard him moan as he was about to shoot his juices onto her face. I was wrong. At the point of cumming, he pushed his cock into her mouth and released his juices, my wife swallowing as fast as she could, but some still seeping out of her mouth. The young man fucking her pussy rammed hard into her, emptying deep inside her. I couldn’t hold back as I saw these two young cocks emptying into my wife. I thrust hard time after time into the young woman. I could hear her scream as she pushed her arse back onto me. I felt each spurt of my juice empty inside her, until I was completely empty. Slowly, my cock slipped from her. Without a word, the three of them dressed and left. My wife was still laying on the table, head down, knees still on the bench. I moved behind her and could see the young man’s cum seeping out of her pussy and falling onto the bench. I couldn’t resist pushing two fingers inside her. She moaned as I removed them, covered in another man’s juices. I walked around the table. My wife lifted her head. I offered the fingers to her and she sucked them clean. We dressed and left. Once home, we fucked each other. We didn’t shower and for the first time, I fucked my wife’s pussy full of another man’s juices. I emptied inside her, filling her pussy for the third time tonight. And now? All week, we have fucked each other every opportunity we had, and both relived that night. My wife would like to feel more cocks cum inside her and I wouldn’t mind fucking other pussy’s. But I’m not sure if it’s seeing my wife being fucked by someone else, or me fucking younger women. And if we did, how would we go about it?