Before the menopause, Carol was never particularly imaginitive when it came to sex, and many of the little innovations I had tried over the years had not really turned her on in the way I would have wished. Involving anyone else on our rare sexual pleasures had never really been on the menu or even discussed, convinced that any such 'adultery' would surely lead to divorce. But then, just recently on her 49th. birthday, we invited a few friends to a party at home, nothing naughty, with most of the guests leaving soon after 11 and fairly sober, but during the course of the evening she had been chatting with Trevor, a mate of mine from work who recently lost his wife through cancer. Whether it was the sympathy thing or his charm and magnetism I don't know, but she suggested we invite him round "as he is all on his own". In fact Trevor has picked up well from his bereavement, and is not short of life's essentials, but I didn't see fit to tell Carol. In fact, seeing the oppoprtunity to make up for lost time, I suggested that he might be suffering the 'no sex' depression that follows loss of a partner, and if he was comfortable with us we could share a little 'tlc'. Carol's first response was one of horror if I was suggesting a 3-some, but feeling bold I said it was worth thinking about...as a secure couple we were only sharing our sound relationship with a lonely man with his own particular needs. It was 3 days later when Carol said fairly enthusiastically that she had phoned Trevor and invited him round for a meal on Friday evening. Then the inquisition: Was I really wanting the sex thing to happen? Would Trevor and I think her a slut? Would he tell all the neighbours? Would Trevor go off me? I robustly defended on all points, with the assurance that the pleasure would be three ways, and she would feel a more fulfilled woman afterwards. So to Friday evening. Hair nice, make-up perfect, clothes attractive but not tarty. Trevor looking cool. We finished eating at about eight, took our wine to the sofa where I had contrived to seat Carol between us. Small talk. I had previously briefed Trevor that Carol had melted and open to suggestions....his hand moved to stroke her neck, then shoulders....after a minute or so a light kiss...then a little snog.....then his hand on the top of her thigh. I was getting the first signs of arousal, this was really happening! As if to put my stamp of approval on proceedings she turned and kissed me (tongues-what a treat!) before succumbing further to Trevor's romantic advances. Time for action, we were all still fully dressed, so I took off my shirt as a signal to get down to basics. Carol disengaged herself from Trevor's mouth and presented him with her back: The zip was swiftly drawn and the dress slipped over her shoulders. He moved round and kissed her neck, shoulders and back; I doubt if she even felt him unclip her bra as she pulled the whole assemblage forward onto her lap. Her ponderous breasts looked superb, and I could't help noticing the prominent nipples, a rare treat! She stood up and slid the dress down over her backside to reveal black knickers and hold-ups. After stepping out of it she turned and faced me then Trevor "Eeeny meeny miny mo...!" she said. "Who is going to get me out of these?" I was amazed..Carol had never played games before...Trevor had, and slowly pulled down each stocking before removing, with due reverence, her panties. So there she was, naked, a little hairy, and looking gorgeous. While I was seeing anew this sexy woman I had married years back, Trevor was easing himself out of his clothes leaving only his M & S boxers, although the profile suggested he too had no erectile disfunction...Carol knelt astride him on the sofa, and he soon had her pert nipples in his mouth and at least two fingers playing with her clitoris, labia with the odd gentle foray to her bum. She was loving it, head back, deep sighing, pulling his head from one breast to the other. By this time I was naked and very hard, the sheer erotic pleasure of seeing Carol so turned on...Trevor whispered something in her ear, at which she got off the sofa, knelt on the floor and pulled off his pants. A very erect cock, about the same length as mine but a little thicker, the foreskin already withdrawn, the purple head directly aimed at Carol's mouth. Which, of course, is where it went. She had only been sucking on it for a few seconds when he pushed her head away "go easy...I'm not used to this" he gasped. I suggested we take our wine upstairs. Carol had other ideas, turning round to sit on Trevor's lap and with a precision I had never seen before guided his cock into her cunt, pushing down hard until the shaft had vanished into her. His hands massaged her tits, fondling those still-hard nipples, then he started jerking spasmodically..."Fuck, I'm cumming...aaaahhh..". And he did, Carol riding him for as long as he could stay inside her. As she eventually eased herself off him I was amazed at the amount of cum that dripped out of her cunt...he must have shot loads, thin but copious....and tasty, for she immediately did something I had never enjoyed, and sucked his softening cock for ages, the evidence of some residual cum still on her lips as she finally released his manhood. Time, then, for sloppy seconds: Carol was still kneeling over Trevor's thighs as I pushed my six inches into a very warm sticky love-haven. I suppose about a dozen thrusts and I came, it felt so good, and I was able to keep going long enough to give Carol her first orgasm for ages, a privilege that should have been Trevors. Carol invited him to stay over, a real 3-in-bed session. After some snogging and cuddling we two guys really needed some rest, and it was about 3 in the morning when I became aware that Trevor was sitting astride Carol who was wanking him off furiously...what happened next was proof that he was some heavy cummer...several jets of thin watery spunk shot all over her hair, face and tits, drenching her beautifully. I even had some running down my shoulder. Another first, she rubbed the man-juice all over her body and face, then drew his cock into her mouth for another taste.....and she always told me she didn't like spunk! Well done Trevor! We enjoyed a naked breakfast next morning about 10, but so much new ground was broken there that I need to write again. Just goes to prove that the right man can unlock years of sexual inhibition....and we still love each other!