Gregory has been my firm’s senior partner & colleague for nearly 7 years…he joined our firm in Manhattan and transitioned to our London office. He’s 62…a true, red-blooded cocksman…a neighbor…and member of our social swing group. His wife, Lucille, 57 years old…stunning, mature lady quite as well engaged in our social circle…however she takes a more prudent appeal to her sexual endeavors. She’s not as open or loud about her play…with men or ladies. Just as Greg doesn’t conceal his pussy chasing, Lucille keeps most affairs and trysts well under radar. Over last several years, Greg has sometimes…NOT often…taken my wife to bed… Judi and he perhaps engage 2 or 3 times a year…at least to my knowledge. The trysts often derive from our social parties. However, out of respect for my colleague…I’ve never appealed my enthusiasm with Lucille! AND, Lucille fits my affair ‘target’…she’s a beautiful, experienced, sensual woman…at 57 years, she puts many chippies to shame…!! My lack of sexual engagement with Lucille changed at the first of our Holiday parties last week! Greg was NOT present…Lucille representing the ‘family name’ so-to-speak. Without ever suggesting I wanted more from her that evening, I offered to dance and share a few drinks. She accepted…on both counts. Somewhere about 10:30 or 11pm, Lucille was reflecting a more-than-modest level of intoxication…her intentions…I now call it designs…became apparent. Lucille said…”You know…your colleague…my dear, loyal husband…fucks your wife quite often…!! In fact, Arli, I even fuck your wife on occasion…” as she spoke in ‘slightly’ slurred phrases. I smiled…reached out to her…kissed her forehead…and replied…”I know…Greg likes to take Judi with some of his friends…when they fuck… I never knew you liked my wife that much…always thought you viewed Judi as an opportunistic slut wife…!” Lucille replied…”That’s why I like her…she IS a slut, Arli…! I just enjoy eating her out…sometimes Calista joins me pleasuring her…” Calista is Lucille’s and Greg’s housekeeper… I continued to smile…let her talk…as long as she wanted. The talk came to a stop, however…as Lucille guided me to a far side office on our floor. We went into the room…she closed and secured the door. “Arli…wouldn’t you like to play with these”…as she dropped her cocktail dress to her waist. Her titties, though modest and obviously played over the years, were nicely propped up by a halter, up-lift bra. I moved to her…never saying a word…bent down to kiss her nipples… She squirmed a slight bit…her hands wrapped around my neck…pulling me closer. I continued to swirl my tongue and lips around her nipples…knew I was giving her ‘warmth and excitement’…to say the least…;) I then looked up…kissed her full on lips…tongue on tongue with ease…as I unfastened the remaining loops on her cocktail dress…and let the dress fall to the floor. Lucille never motioned in the negative. Her breasts now excited and tinted with sensitivity, her body never wavered enthusiasm to what I just did to her. I stroked her shoulders and began to slowly bend down. As I lowered myself in front of her body, I also unstrapped her body stocking waist band and began to drag the body stocking and her thong down to her feet. For a moment, she flinched…her hands covering her pubic area…Lucille is ‘old school’…believes in a nicely manicured vagina…! I moved her hands away…and buried my face into her slit before she even gave it a thought. I wasn’t allowing her second thoughts…though at that stage Lucille orchestrated this meet…NO reason for her to object. Lucille moaned…and in almost pleading voice…asked me…”Arli…why been so long…that you’ve wanted me…why so long…you haven’t approached me…?” I responded…”Out of respect for my firm’s partner and friend… Pretty stupid now…I think (I laughed…wanting to dispense with talk…and go back to her pussy.) I know…I know…Greg likes my wife’s skills… Appears you do as well… BUT, loyalty and integrity at play.” “What now, my dear lady…shall we lay you down on that couch…?” Lucille replied…”Are you asking for permission…?” I replied…”No…just a courtesy to ask… I’m going to love you tonight…I’m going to fuck you right now…!!” I moved Lucille to the large settee…a couch designed to seat 4 people… Near naked…except for lovely jewelry and an unusual thigh hose arrangement she had under the neutral body stocking, I positioned Lucille’s left leg over the back bolster…and pinned her right leg to the side of the seat cushion. I was just making sure…if she had any second thoughts…they wouldn’t disappoint me…;);) She had none…!! For the next hour, I continued to eat Lucille out…playing with her pussy and moving up to her titties. I removed the halter…allowing her breasts to fall to the side… I then grasped her right breast with my left hand…and cupped my mouth over her areola and nipple. She realized what I planned…! I sucked her nipple…I sucked her breast…as my right hand went back down to her vagina and slowly began to massage her clit…going deeper and deeper into her cunny… Lucille seemed mesmerized…but I was aware she experienced some modest pain from my sucking her breast. It was all designed to sensualize and prepare her. I was successful… By the time I was ready to penetrate Greg’s wife, she was near begging for cock stimulation. I addressed her needs…and in my opinion and Lucille’s reactions that evening…I succeeded for BOTH of us…!! More than an hour past before we returned to the party room… Lucille said…”Again soon, Arli…? This is party season for all of us…don’t you think…?” I smiled…said “What entails Greg’s knowledge…you or I need to address…?” Lucille replied…”Arli, do you really give a concern for Greg…he’s fucking your wife right now at Clem’s Bistro…along with the Dardenelas lad from Athens…”…as she smiled… I replied…”Apparently, no need for concern…by any of us (as I smiled)…let’s meet Friday evening…Judi is in North Hampton…perhaps with a ‘business’ colleague…maybe Greg…or someone else…!” Lucille and I laughed. I again French-kissed her…as she stroked my cock through the pants zipper…. I was ready to do the grand lady again…if only we weren’t standing at the bar…!