My beautiful petite wife Mandy is 28 and constantly horny. It takes but a few minutes and her pussy is dripping and when she’s in that zone she’ll do anything. It’s that that makes me horny as hell. At 30 I’m not past it but I can’t keep up. I’ve told her that so long as she doesn’t get involved or embarrass me (neighbours / work mates are off limits), she’s free to do as she will. I’ve suggested swing clubs, advertising for guys being quite clear I have no desire for another woman but she has remained reluctant. In London for work last week I suggested that Mandy come with me. Driving, room paid for by the firm and I’d entertain her for supper as a “client”, so effectively a free couple of days in the Smoke. I’d stick to one appointment which would give us time to be together. We arrived in time for a sandwich on Wednesday, checked in to the hotel in the West End and I went off for my 2.30 appointment. Back in the hotel at 5.00, no sign of Mandy in the room, cloths everywhere and shopping bags strewn. I tidied, showered and changed and headed for the bar. There she was, precariously perched on a bar stool on her first G&T looking amazing. Her long, fine auburn hair shining under the glare of the bar’s low voltage lights and newly kitted out in a short silky red dress. Off her shoulders which were adorned with a black scarf, the dress clung to her stunning little figure, small boobs and small hips fit well with her being just to say 5 feet tall. I noticed her new black handbag, black stockings / tights and patent black high heeled shoes, the red leather of the sole on show. “Wow, you look different!” I greeted her. “Before you start, I haven’t spent a fortune” she smiled. I ordered two more G&T’s. “You know you want me to enjoy other men, well I’ve been thinking. You’re right but there have to be rules. You can’t even think about other women. I can’t get involved, so best that we focus on older men, best married and we’ll not meet more that 3 times. Agreed?” “Agreed”, my heart was ponding as I sipped my drink. I wasn’t sure this is what I wanted but I’d harped on for years about how big a turn on it would be for me. How I’d like to be there to watch and maybe join in but if I wasn’t that would be fine so long as Mandy gave me an inch by inch report of the encounter. I couldn’t turn back now. We’d agreed. We went out for supper enjoying a bottle of wine and a couple of brandies after the meal, talked about everything and anything but what was on both our minds. Had she already planned something? Back at the hotel bar we ordered a nightcap, I excused myself for the loo. I wasn’t long but on my return Mandy was sat talking with a tall slim grey haired man dressed in a nice suit. Mandy introduced us but Peter was almost ignoring me having eyes and conversation only for Mandy. Out of the blue, “Let’s adjourn to my room, I have a nice bottle of Cognac and I’ll have a bottle of Champagne sent up”, Peter smiling at me and taking Mandy by the hand to help her out of the chair. A brief stop at the bar to order the Champagne and I was following them to the lift, Peter’s hand fondling Mandy’s bottom that seemed to have developed a swagger. In the lift, “Malc, did you know your wife has come out without any panties on tonight?” I didn’t but smiled anyway. Panic was ripping through me, my stomach in knots. I didn’t trust my voice not to crack and whimper, so said nothing. Nerves or excitement I couldn’t tell. I didn’t want this but my cock was stiffening. I was confused. As the lift climbed to the 18th floor, seemingly taking hours, I saw Peter look at me as his reached over Mandy’s shoulder and cupped one of her small breasts in his hand. When he stopped her nipple was visibly tort against the thin material of her dress. “No bra either” Peter informed me. “Bloody obvious” I thought but again didn’t open my mouth, just smiled and nodded. Mandy was smiling at me. I imagined her pussy, dripping with juices already belong that tiny line of hair almost pointing the way to her clit. In the room Peter pointed me in the direction of the Cognac and told me to pour – and to find some porn on the TV. I did, took the seat at the side of the bed next to the window, opened it and was about to light up when Peter advised I wait until the Champagne arrived as smoking was not permitted. Mandy and Peter were kissing and fondling through cloths. They stopped at the knock on the door, drink arrived, door shut, tray left for me to open the bottle and pour more drink. As I took a glass in each hand Peter had removed Mandy’s scarf and was sliding her new dress down her body. Speechless I watched as she stepped out of it leaving it in a heap on the floor. All that she wore were crotchless tights and her new shoes. “Thank you darling” as she took a glass from me. Peter put his down and undressed, climbed on the bed next to Mandy. “Cheers” he toasted. Fondling Mandy he decided to pour Champagne over her little boobs, licking and sucking them dry before moving southwards. I was in a state of bewilderment, so just drank. Filling up my glass and Mandy’s Peter asked me to leave his in the bottle. I handed him the bottle and sat on the side of the bed, glass in hand. He poured from the bottle onto Mandy’s pussy, slurped away, pushed her legs back over her shoulders and knelt between her legs. Her opened her labia and poured Champagne inside her, handed me the bottle and went to work drinking from the pink cup. Mandy giggled “The bubbles feel really weird”, she took hold of my hand and it wasn’t long before she was screaming the hotel down in reaching her first orgasm of the night, her nails digging painfully into the back of my hand. Her Champagne finished after a few minutes to regain her breath, she had Peter’s cock in her mouth. Like him, it was long and thin, Mandy occasionally gagging as he thrust it into her throat. His hand was working her clit all the while her tongue was lapping at his cock, she reached a point, spat him out and told him “Fuck me”. Still dressed, sat on the side of the bed I watched as she took hold of him and sighed as he entered her. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and controlled the slow rhythmic thrusts, slowing him down each time he wanted to get some speed up. She looked into my eyes, “Kiss me” pulling my head to hers. She started gasping and mumbling and then the screams came as she reached her orgasm. “Come inside me Peter” she urged. And he did. They lay holding each other for a minute or two. His cock withered away and slipped out, Mandy looked at me, “Fuck me Malc”. Without a word I threw my cloths off and climbed aboard, my shorter but thicker cock lubricated by Peter’s spunk as I slowly and rhythmically pounded Mandy’s pussy, grinding our pubic bones together until we both unloaded together. It was gut wrenching, felt my insides were being pulled out through my knob – in a nice way – I ached with pleasure. It was the best orgasm of my life and Mandy seemed to be well satisfied. To the extent that she has made arrangements since we came home to meet Peter again next month when we’ll take another business trip to the smoke. I reminded Mandy of the 3 meetings rule. “He retires in August so won’t be in London on business after that”.