MY WIFE Helen had been friends with Jan ever since their college days together. They were practically inseparable. Hardly a day would pass without them speaking on the phone or sending each other text messages. Originally, we were a foursome - until Jan's husband Ralph died suddenly at the age of only 60, leaving her utterly bereft. Helen had tried to persuade her to sign up with an introductory agency, but she wasn't interested. And she also firmly vetoed the idea of on-line dating. "It's such a hell of a shame," observed my wife one evening over supper. "Jan's only 52 and she's got a fabulous figure." "I know," I confessed. "Oh, really? So you've noticed?" "Of course." "Do you fancy her?" "I'm married to you, hun." "I know. But if you weren't - if I wasn't around, shall we say - would you date her?" I hadn't spotted the elephant trap I was blindly walking towards. After a suitable pause, I replied: "Yes, I think I probably would." Helen gathered up the dishes. "It's just that, I've been hatching a sort of plan, to give her a nice surprise for her birthday next week. Something really special." "What are you going to give her?" She leaned forward and kissed the top of my head. "You!" "I beg your pardon?" "Only for one night, mind. I figure that as poor old Jan hasn't had any sex since Ralph died, she'd probably enjoy a really good seeing-to. Would you be up for it, Tom?" "Are you serious?" "Perfectly. I know I could trust you to return to the marital coop. Might be quite fun - fucking another woman. I'm sure I could talk Jan into it. She's very fond of you." She sauntered off towards the kitchen, grinning. "Why not give it some thought?" I didn't need long to consider Helen's proposition. As she was undressing for bed, I said: "That special birthday present for Jan you mention earlier?" "Yes?" "Err... well if you're sure you're happy about it, I'm game." Helen gave a big smile. "At-a-boy! I'll talk to her in the morning." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jan didn't need much persuading and my night 'playing away' was duly penciled up on the kitchen calendar for the following Saturday. At Helen's suggestion, I was to take along a bunch of a dozen red roses and a bottle of champagne. Dressed in my best togs and liberally doused with my favorite after shave, my wife came to see me off at the front door. She placed a hand on my crotch and gave my cock a playful squeeze. "Have fun, big boy!" Jan opened her front door as soon as she heard my car pull into her drive. Framed in the doorway, she looked absolutely stunning, in a long slinky, figure-hugging black dress. She'd had her auburn hair done in a new style, combed across her forehead and even from four paces away, I picked up the lovely perfume she was wearing. I handed her the flowers. "Happy birthday, honey." I moved in to kiss her affectionately. Her red lipstick lips parted to permit my tongue to slip into her mouth. "Come on in out of the cold, Tom," she purred. As we walked down her hall, heading for the dining room. I stroked my hand across her bottom. "Mmmmm, you don't know how much I've been looking forward to this evening, darling," she said, wrapping her arms around me. I pressed myself against her so that she could feel my erection. "Me too." She giggled. "So I see!" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I opened the champagne and we snacked on savoury biscuits and olives. "I didn't think you'd want to waste time eating dinner," she said. "Quite right too. Shall we take the champagne upstairs?" "I thought you'd never ask!" Jan's huge bedroom was dimly lit by perfumed candles and beautifully warm. She eagerly slipped out of her black dress, to reveal a purple satin basque over black fishnet stockings, held up by green silk suspenders. The ensemble was completed by the tiniest pair of black lace panties, which showed all too clearly her shaven pussy to perfection. I pressed my hand against her moist crotch, and then slid it inside her panties, to run one finger up her wet slit. She closed her eyes and moaned. "So what would you like your birthday present to do for you first, madam?" "Eat my cunnie! Make me sopping wet!" "Certainly madam!" I slipped off my slacks and shirt, then Jan pulled my boxer shorts down and grasped my cock for the first time. "Yummy!" She stepped back, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide open. I knelt in front of her and eagerly tongued her opening, then raised my head to kiss her so that she could taste her own love juices. "What would madam like next?" "I want to sit on your face, Tom darling." I duly stretched myself diagonally down her king-sized bed, then watched with fascination as this handsome woman lowered herself onto my expectant face. She rubbed her clitty hard against the bridge of my nose , making herself cum. I slurped up more cunnie juice. "Lean forward to taste my pre-cum?" I asked. She did so eagerly, while making a soft humming sound. Then we rolled over together, so that I was on top of her, ready to enter her. "What now?" I asked. "Come close, so I can whisper it?" I pressed one ear to her lips. "I want you to give me a glorious fucking! In fact, I want you to give me the best fucking I've ever had! Fuck me into the mattress, you bastard! Fill my fucking cunt with lots and lots of your gorgeous warm spunk! So much spunk, that it will run down my thighs. Then I'll scoop it up with my fingers and smear it over your face. Then I'll lick your cum-covered face clean. And then I'm going to Queen you again!" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At 9.00am on the Sunday morning I returned home, tired and aching and ready for bed. Helen was standing in the doorway, with a big grin on her face. "And how's my lovely rent-a-stud, this morning?" she asked. "By the looks of you, I'd say you had a pretty good time last night!" I nodded sleepily. "Well Jan's been on the phone already. She says she doesn't think she'll be able to walk for a week!"