Last year, my wife Marion went with her, mostly all female, colleagues to their company's national annual awards ceremony at a top hotel. In such circumstances the gender imbalance meant that the after dinner dancing had a shortage of males. The few that were mainly from head office were reluctant to join in. So this left all the girls to entertain themselves, which to be fair, with free drink and good music wasn't hard for them to do. However, knowing Marion as I do , she would have got bored with this arrangement after a while. She craves the company of men and the attention she gets as a sexually confident, mature woman with a great body. During the evening she had noticed the professional photographer who had been hired by the company to record the presentations and the subsequent celebrations around the tables. He was a very handsome black guy called Michael. In his mid thirties over 6ft tall. Getting various members of a mainly female gathering to pose, for the shots he needed for the company magazine and website, required him to coax them with flirtatious chat. But he was polite and good humoured while doing it. At a later point in the evening, Marion noticed he had taken a break from taking pictures and was having a drink while talking with the DJ. She announced to her friends that she was going to drag him on to the dance floor. Most of her own age group were not surprised as they knew what she was like. But the younger girls were shocked at her cheek. "A happily married woman like you? You're very naughty!! What will Pete think?" Little did they know!! When she saw her opportunity, she grabbed it. Michael was very chilled about it, took her hand and joined in the dancing. He told her his work was done and he had just been waiting to see one of the company directors before leaving. As the dance floor gradually emptied they stayed on. Marion enjoying the time with her new admirer who was showering her with compliments. Many of her colleagues were now looking on with a mixture of disapproval, envy and admiration for her ability to hold the attention of such a handsome, younger man. Michael reached into his shirt pocket and handed her his business card. He worked for himself so the mobile number and other contact details were all his personal ones. He winked when he suggested she (and her husband!) might want some photography done in the future. The night came to an end and Marion had pecked him on the cheek. After seeing one of the bosses he left the venue. Marion returned to her pals and was happy to take all the ribbing from them which continued on the coach journey home. "It was just a bit of fun!" and "I've still got it!" was all she kept telling them. I was awake when she got home. She told me about the evening and we laughed when we talked about Michael and the reaction of her friends. "They didn't believe I would tell you about him" she chuckled. "Shame you couldn't bring him home!" I replied. "Don't worry! I've got his number!" The following evening we had the chance to discuss her night out again. "So, I take it you wanted to shag him then?" I asked. "Oooh yes. He was gorgeous. Even the others were saying it." she responded. At this point, I should add that as members of a site like this, we are experienced swingers. We visit adult clubs and spas etc. But we've always been reluctant to invite people to our home. Partly because we prefer our anonymity, but also for our personal safety. However, this was different. This was a professional person who probably would visit new customers in their homes or offices. He was based about 50 miles from us. Marion knew he was married with a young child so it was either a hotel or our place. We decided she should call him. Tell him that we'd like him to visit us to discuss his services, but make it clear it wasn't photography we needed! Marion dialed the number and I noticed how she was shaking a little and had a dry throat as she left a voicemail reminding him about the card he had given her the previous night, and how she would like to discuss a photography session involving her husband. All fairly innocuous for anybody else that might pick up the message. Michael returned the call within the hour. I answered. He was obviously alone as, "do I take it there will be no photographs required at this meeting then?" he chuckled. "She enjoyed your company very much last night, Michael. She, and I for that matter, would like you to visit us. Can we arrange that?" I asked him. "Sure! But you're alright with this, are you mate?" he inquired. "If she is happy then so am I, Michael!" We arranged for him to visit us on the following Friday. The anticipation was awful as it meant waiting five days. But it was the earliest he could get to us bearing in mind his work and family commitments. The day arrived, and Michael called from his car to say that the Friday evening traffic meant he would be arriving nearer to 8pm rather than the agreed 7.30pm. It gave Marion more time to doll herself up but I was ready and was buzzing for the fun we hoped to have later. She finally emerged into the living room. Stiletto heels. Black stockings and suspenders under a black laced mini dress. Ruby red lipstick with large dangling earrings. I love her looking like that. A total slut. No visitor could misinterpret her intentions. Michael was not only in for a treat but she was dressed very differently to the evening dress she had worn on the night out! Although I was tingling with anticipation, that mixture of nerves, jealousy and pure lust, I was envious of our visitor and the first glimpse he was going to get of my wife when he walked in. Marion sat on the settee sipping a glass of wine. I paced the living room waiting for a car to pull up. Finally it did. Michael, with a bunch of flowers, walked up the front path. I answered the door and joked that it was very nice of him to bring me flowers. When we entered the living room, Michael's eyes widened as my wife rose to her feet and greeted him with a peck on both cheeks and one on the lips, explaining she didn't want to ruin her lipstick. Not just yet! She loved the flowers, took them to the kitchen and poured Michael some sparkling water, as he requested. She had been right. He was a really nice, charismatic guy. We talked about his delayed journey. Moaned about traffic generally and other humdrum trivia. All the time his eyes were fixed on Marion. He did tell us that his sex life, at home, was a little quiet since the birth of his child and that he was thrilled to be here. You only had to look at the bulge in his trousers to know that! Despite knowing why he was here, he stilled asked me for reassurance that I was content with him being there. I was charmed by that but explained how I enjoyed seeing my gorgeous wife of over 30 years being pleasured by other men. Men that I knew she desired. She gave me free licence. Why should I not do the same for her? "Not sure I could be like that, Pete!" he said. "We weren't always" we both replied, "but we've been doing it for over 12 years now and we love it. As you get older, you become more confident in yourself and your relationship." Marion stood up and suggested it was time to head upstairs. We needed no encouragement as I ushered Michael to follow her alone. I was happy to wait a couple of minutes. When I arrived upstairs, I first glimpsed them in the bedroom mirror snogging, with her hands caressing his firm chest and abs inside his now open shirt. I walked in to see that Michael was pulling her closely to him by the buttocks. She must have been feeling his erection pressed against her and was lost in her bliss. Finally she undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and slid them down his muscled legs. As she lowered his pants there was an audible gasp (probably from both of us) as his giant black cock sprung from them. Giving me a quick look, she took this monster between her lips and slowly sucked it. My cock was now throbbing at the sight so I thought I would free it by getting naked then laying back on the bed. I slowly rubbed my cock as Marion sucked with vigour on Michael's. He was trying to control his breathing before urging her to get up to her feet. "I don't want to come too early" he told us. "I could so easily!" While he undressed, Marion removed her dress. I could see Michael lusting over her. His cock was throbbing too, like mine. He walked over to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. His powerful body enveloping her as he unclipped her bra and lifted it above her head. Lowering his head onto her tits, Marion gasped again with pleasure as his tongue teased her erect nipples. He then layed her down on the bed while kissing her tits. I thought I'd see how wet she was and got down between her legs. She was soaking! I wasn't surprised the effect Michael had had on her and licked her pussy juices before he replaced me there. She was in a state of bliss, the level of which I had never have witnessed before. And we've had our moments! I lay next to her and just watched as Michael finally entered her. Her hands on his firm arse forcing him into her as he, slowly at first, fucked her. Marion's legs wrapped around him, as with a few massive thrusts and his whole body in spasm, he climaxed and delivered his load deep inside her. Knowing her so well, and being orally bi, I was happy to get back between her legs and lick her pussy and Michael's creamy juices as they oozed out of her. She took his semi erect cock in her mouth, as I brought her to orgasm when she finally squirted over me and the bedsheets. It didn't take long for Michael to be fully erect again and after she teased his knob with her tongue, he finished himself off by wanking his jizz over her lips and nose. Boy, could he reload!!! It was now my turn. I decided to add to his cum on my wife's face. She sucked me at first with her cum covered lips before indicating I was ready and shot my spunk across her face and hair. We both looked on as she she gathered our cum on her fingers and teasingly sucked it off each one., keeping eye contact with each of us. "You're such a bad gal!" Michael whispered. After taking a much needed break, I left them alone to make us some tea. When I got back Marion had now removed the rest of her clothing and had put a bath towel over the damp bed sheets. She was cuddling her lover and chatting. After some refreshment Michael and I massaged her and we talked about our sex lives, our likes, dislikes and desires. This got us all very worked up again and after a while Marion was enjoying both of us again. As I fucked her from behind, she gorged on Michael's massive dick. We then swapped places. This time Michael pumped away for ages before withdrawing then ejaculating all over her arse. I then replaced him and came inside her as I watched his cum dribble on to her rosebud of an anus. I used its lubricant qualities to stick my finger in her arse. This made her cum once more as Michael fingered her clit. This was an amazing night we will never forget. We have kept his number, of course. But we've always said we will never repeat a performance with a third person or another couple. It's a rule we've always stuck by. We didn't have the heart to tell Michael this as he left, but if he ever reads this, perhaps he will understand that he gave us both an unforgettable night.