Since we first got into the swinging scene in the late 70's my cautious wife never failed to surprise me.Unexpectedly having a Saturday evening free we quickly organised a baby sitter. We were in a local parents group that did this on an hour for hour basis. Then we debated what to do. We could go for a drink? She suggested we call someone from the list of numbers we had put our 'stand by' list. These were folk who had replied to our ad in Rendezvous contact mag with their Tel No., but who we had not prioritised to see. 'Ok., but its short notice!' She said 'just go down the list, and we'll meet whoever is the first to say they are available.' Fair enough I thought and rang the first four numbers without any joy. All couples, all busy. Then I started going through the single men. Mostly no answer, a couple of, 'to late, to far,' then I spoke to a bloke from Coventry way who said he could get to our part of the Black Country by 7.30pm. I arranged to meet him, with some clues as to how to spot us, in the Little Barrel in Dudley High street. Lesley my wife began to check our file of contacts to match the guy to his number but we must have mislaid the info. We had no idea what he looked like or anything about him. It was decided we would wing it, Have a drink, and if he was not to her liking we could bale out. There followed a mad couple of hours. getting the kids sorted and in bed, showering etc before the baby sitter arrived at 7.0 pm. Les looked a million dollars in a button front print dress, vaguely fifties style with what I believe is called a sweetheart neck line. Underneath I knew she wore an underwear set in ivory I had bought in Bruxelles on a business trip. Very lacy, see thru, the tiniest of thongs and a garter belt with cream stockings. As usual at this point in the proceedings I thought 'How lucky am I' and ' then how lucky is some complete stranger going to get later in the evening' having this size ten auburn haired beauty at his disposal. A few words with the baby sitter, wheres the tea bags, drinks for the kids etc and we are off on the brief ride into town. We parked in car park of King Street and settled into some seats towards the back of the pub, where we thought our guy would have to come through and could spot my red shirt. It was a good plan and a tall be suited guy about sixty I guess approached us and introduced himself. His name was Frank, widowed, and worked at BL in Coventry. My initial thoughts were that this is not going anywhere. He's to old, too conventional just not our and certainly not her sort of bloke. Anyway we got some drinks and began the usual conversation. How long you been doing this etc. We tried to convey the image that we were generally up for anything as long as it wasn't coarse or vulgar! How pretentious. He explained that since his wife died he had mostly been having sex with prostitutes but found this unsatisfactory not just because of the money but they were not enthusiastic. more recently he had been meeting women and couples through contact mags but had found that some of the women were 'on the game' and many of the younger couples also wanted payment for sex with a single bloke. I could tell Lesley was intrigued by his recounting of his experience with whores as she had sometimes mentioned this as a fantasy. More surprising was her indignation that contact mag couples should charge. She was of the opinion that within the scene everyone gave of themselves for the benefit of the buzz and she said as much. At this point I went to the gents. When I returned it was clear that Frank was coming back to ours and that Les had guaranteed him a fuck and definitely no charge.
We headed back to K'ford, Lesley going with Frank to show him the way. If we did this we always asked the bloke for his wallet or driving licence as security. About a mile from home we parked up at the supermarket and they got in the back of our car. We liked to preserve our anonymity until we were comfortable with a guy. Arriving at home Les went in to despatch the babysitter while I drove round the block.

Finally we're in the house and able to move things on. Sometimes first meets are awkward, so I put on some music and began a slow smoochy dance with Les. She was pressed close to me and I was already hard thinking about Frank watching us. As she kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth my hand wandered down cupping her firm buttocks,making a real show of it. I dropped my hand, lifting the hem of her dress, running my palm up her thigh to the exposed skin above the welt of the stocking. Groping her behind under the hem of the dress I knew Frank would be getting glimpses of her stockingtops and the cheekds of her backside. It felt really dirty and I wanted to expose her more to his gaze. Letting the dress hem drop I slid my hand up between us and popped a couple of the top buttons on the dress. Easing my fingers into her bra I teased her nipple .She never broke from me but kept on kissing. l knew she was excited. The record finished and I selected something else. Les reached out and pulled Frank to his feet and they began to shuffle around the lounge. I t occorred to me Frank was probably older than Les's dad and not dissimilar in his manner of dress. Hardly moving but no space between them. Pulling his head down she began to give him the same tonguing she had minutes before given me. His big hands mauled her arse through her dress and I noticed that one of her hands was between them massaging his groin. Roughly he pulled up her dress and I watched as his heavy fingers found their way under the flimsy string that traced the crease of her arse, then probed under her crutch and judging by her sudden involuntary intake of breath entered her cunt. His hand reappeared briefly to pull up the dress from the front and brushing aside the fragment of material covering her fanny slide at least two fingers as far up her as they would go. She continued to suck on his face, her lower body completely exposed , her one hand now pulling on what looked to me a decent sized cock as his one hand reamed her snatch.

The music stopped and they stood still momentarily. Les stepped back from him. Her dress was now open at the top, the bra pushed up over her pert 36A breasts. The skirt of the dress remained somehow tucked up , displaying her stockings and suspenders and the thong pushed to one side revealing her neatly trimmed public triangle. 'I'll take Frank upstairs' She informed me. going on to say, in the car he had said he performed better if he was alone. This was disappointing. I had been enjoying the build up to what looked to be a good show with some participation later. I hid my irritation and went to check the kids were sleeping soundly as Les led Frank into our bedroom then sat on the landing just in case one of the kids decided to wander. Attentive as I was, all I could make out were the occasional grunts of appreciation from Frank and Les's murmured encouragement. After about twenty minutes there was the unmistakable sound of the bed taking a pounding followed by a brief silence. Then a muttered conversation and Les appeared on the landing.
She was naked, her breasts and kneck flushed in the way they always did when she'd enjoyed a good shag. 'Think he enjoyed that' She grinned. Frank came out completely dressed and we went downstairs. I made some coffee and we sat chatting. She totally naked us fully clothed. Bizarrely Frank it turned out could get some rare car parts I'd been after so another visit was arranged. I took Frank back to his car and he told me how my wife had been better than any prossie he'd had and she had cheekily challenged him to think of anything he wanted her to do next time.
Les saw Frank on and off for a couple of years and visited him in Coventry where he sometimes invited a friend or two round. They would all take turns with her one at time in the privacy of Frank's bedroom. I never got to see her fucked by him but was regaled with many stories and Les said he had a nice sized cock and was a gentlemen.