The following events happened fairly recently. My wife Sarah is now in her mid fifties and I am 60. Sadly I can no longer maintain an erection and satisfy her the way she needs. She says it’s “ok” but I don’t think it’s fair. I’ve also had a desperate desire to see her enjoying another man, a better lover. After a lot of discussion and gentle persuasion, she warmed to the idea. She was surprised by how many other couples did this and how big the “cuckold” scene was, after she researched it online. Eventually after some debate and hesitation, she agreed to let me try to find a suitable person to give her a few hours of good sex. I was disappointed when she said she would be embarrassed if I watched, and would like to do the actual act without me being in the room, although I could watch the foreplay and listen outside. If, of course, we could find the “right man” which was proving very difficult. There were plenty of “bulls” out there but no one who seemed to have the right understanding. One winter’s evening I found a man advertising online. He was a “medical professional”, well educated, polite, discreet, considerate and above all “understanding”. I tentatively emailed him and waited for a reply. None came that evening, so I switched off the computer and went on line again the next morning. There it was, the email from the man who I would offer my lovely, passionate, faithful wife to. He had enjoyed relationships with numerous couples and whilst not going into details about his specific specialism in medicine, said he was “experienced in psychology” and had a good understanding on both mine and my wife’s needs. He sent a picture, clothed, and I sent one of my wife and I, also clothed. He was in his late forties, athletic and tall. We live just north of London, and he lived in the suburbs south of the river, so I asked if he and I could meet for a coffee to discuss what might take place. I didn't want any surprises and didn’t want to risk getting the wrong man and putting my wife off forever, although I instinctively knew he was the genuine article. Two weeks later I met him in a cafe in Soho in central London. He was just like his photograph which was a relief as I’d read of people using very old pics on online adverts. He was pleasant and reassuring. He asked to see more pictures of Sarah, and I passed him my tablet. On it I had carefully selected a couple of her in underwear, and then one of her nude. For a woman of her age she is still very good looking. Two self supporting breasts, 36C, a fairly flat tummy and thin buttocks. She’s a size 12/14, naturally blonde and five foot 2 inches. He was impressed and said she was similar to other wives he’d “helped”. He passed me a stick on which he said were some pics of him at “work”, and grinned. I said provided that my wife agreed, we would arrange for him to come to our home. I rushed back to the house, desperate to see the pics he’d given me, my tablet doesn’t have a USB port so I needed my desk top computer. They were incredible. One showed him naked, with a solid, thick erection. Another showed him entering a woman of about 60 while her husband held her hand. Another showed him kissing a woman in her late fifties with his hands on her breasts. I had the first full erection I’d experienced in about a year. He emailed me to ask for my reaction. He said if we went ahead he promised Sarah could back out at any time and he would just leave without question. He also offered to put us in touch with another couple who he saw regularly. This I accepted, and after showing Sarah the pictures, which impressed and surprised her, we emailed the couple in question. Later that week Sarah told me she’d had a private email with the woman of the couple and had phoned her to chat about Steven the “lover”. We agreed a date and time and gave him our address. I was bursting with both excitement and trepidation. Did I really want this to happen? I watched the clock waiting for eight o’clock when he would arrive. Sarah had been getting ready for ages and out bed had been made with clean sheets and flowers to have a nice environment for my wife’s fucking. When the knock on the door came I could barely move, my heart was racing and my head thumping. Sarah answered the door, she came down the stairs in a blue, A line dress, make up done and hair looking great. Now I was jealous. Steven came in and shook my hand. He kissed Sarah gently on the cheek and said: “If you’re happy to go ahead with all this, I’d like to chat to Sarah alone to ensure she’s ok and work out some boundaries, if that’s ok with you?” I nodded. “Sarah” he said “Would you like to come fro a drink in the local pub?” I was shocked, I hadn’t expected this; but before I could say anything, my wife replied “Yes sure,” and grabbed a coast on a hook in the hallway. I watched them leave the house and close the door. This was the most agonising wait I had in living memory. Was she ok? Had I mistakenly been conned by a rapist? What was going on? Half an hour later she texted me to say “all is fine, we’re coming back in fifteen minutes”. The door opened and they walked in, hand in hand. I was suddenly the cuckold to be. “Your wife has lovely breasts” Steven said to me as he closed the door. “Yes” I replied hesitantly. Sarah went upstairs to the bathroom, and he said “I kissed her in the car, and I had to test the water so I asked her to let me feel them, her titties. They are lovely. We’ve had a chat and I’m going to fuck Sarah tonight. You can watch us getting friendly, and then, you are asked to wait outside with the door closed. You will get your reward afterwards so don’t wank yourself, just wait. OK?” “Yes” I mumbled looking down. Sarah returned and asked me to pour them both a drink. I did. They went through to our main room and sat on the sofa together. I brought he drinks in to find them kissing, Steven’s hands on her breasts outside her dress. I sat down and watched them feeling and kissing. Sarah was keen. I felt inadequate. Ten minutes later I was following them upstairs to our bedroom. I stood at the door and watched this man undo Sarah’s blue dress and drop it to the floor. I watched him undress and reveal a solid erection. Sarah knelt down and kissed it hesitantly, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked, up and down. Steven undid Sarah’s bra and started caressing her tits. “Stop now or I’ll cum!” he smiled. Sarah stood up. Steven turned to me and said “Will you help your wife get on the bed please?” I nodded and led her to the bed, she lay down. “Please take your wife’s knickers off for me” Steven instructed. I gently tugged the waistband and pulled them over her hips revealing her partly shaved vagina. Steven smiled, Sahra closed her eyes. Steven turned to me and said “Some husbands, most in fact like to feel the cock that’s going to take their wives, do feel free to touch it.” I gently held his throbbing cock. It was so firm. I let go. “Now,” he said “I’m going to fuck your wife, gently at first but then Sarah has asked for me to do it really hard, so I will. You can listen outside. She will make a lot of noise, but she’ll be fine. Do Not come in unless and until she says so.” I nodded and turned away. Closing the door I stood outside. I undressed. I too had a throbbing erection. Soon I heard gasps and then Sarah shout “Oh SHIT!” Hope you can hear this, he’s fucking meeee” I heard out bed creaking, I heard her gasps, and then silence, then I heard her crying out and moaning, then she shouted “SHIT I’M CUMMING!!” There was a few seconds of silence before Sarah called me in. I opened the door to see her lying on her back, legs apart, Steven next to her, his cock still erect by her face. “In a moment” he said “You are going to fuck your wife, but first I’m going to cum. You can either ask you wife to rub my or you can do it, but I am going to cum all over her face. That’s what you want isn’t it Sarah?” She nodded. She said “This is what he likes, he gets all the wives to do this” “You do him” I said, and watched as my wife pulled his cock back and forth holing it near her face. I watched his balls tense until he shouted: “I’m spraying your wife with my cum, she’s going to get it now!” and he shot jets of cum all over her pretty face and hair. I couldn’t wait any longer. I leapt on the bed and stuffed my cock between Sarah’s legs. Fucking her as fast as I could. Steven stood there and said: “Enjoy your wife’s fucked cunt. She’s been well and truly fucked by a real man. Cum on her face too.” I withdrew and took my place by her shoulders. She gabbed my cock and rubbed me until I could hold it back no longer and I sprayed my cum onto her face. Steven came to see us again six times. After the third visit she agreed to let him take be bum hole. The last visit saw him take her away for a night in a hotel. I’m not sure what happened but after that Sarah didn’t want to see him again. We do though have happy memories.