It's been a while since I last updated my wife's enjoyment with older men. We are in our late 50's, my wife having a 38GG bust, who enjoys the attention of the more mature male. Obviously, with her shape, she has no problem in attracting men, and I love to watch her !....as previous posts, she has a few regulars who we visit, who are in their late 70's upwards, who are all eager to please. A few weeks ago, however, we visited a vintage military show, where many vehicles are shown and most people dress in retro outfits. I didn't dress up, but my wife did, choosing a black pencil skirt with a very tight white blouse, which only accentuated her voluptuous bosoms to a greater extent. As we made our way round the various tents and cars, I noticed a chap dressed in wartime army greens, who looked like a larger, older Captain Manwearing, transfixed by my wife's breasts. I told my wife, and she smiled, as he was just the sort of chap she went for. He saw us go into the beer tent, and followed us in, positioning himself for a good view of her shape, my wife making sure she gave him a good eyeful. After a while, I went to the loo, leaving my wife to get us another drink. On my return, the chap, who had introduced himself as Ken, was stood chatting to my wife. He explained that he was on the committee that organised these meets, and could give us a tour of the best bits. We accompanied him round the grounds, with Ken introducing us to various people, before watching a band. Ken could not keep his eyes off of her breasts, and my wife had sneakily opened a button at the top of her blouse, to increase his view, and his trousers ! Ken explained that as an organiser he was staying in his caravan on the site, and would we like to go back there for tea. My wife did not need an excuse and whispered to me that she was enjoying Kens ogling and wanted more. He gave us a quick tour of his caravan, very smart it was, and made a point of showing us his bedroom, whilst eyeing up my wife's cleavage, even more. After tea and a chat, he explained that he was 77 and separated, and travelled all over Europe at various meets, which took up a lot of his time. When the time came for us to leave, we explained we had to move now, as we had a fair drive home. Ken said that we were welcome to stay, if we fancied a few drinks, and that we could use his spare room. My wife agreed, before I had a chance, and Ken opened a couple of bottles of red. My wife sat Opposite Ken, flirting with him. When it got very late, we were shown to our room, Ken supplying us with a duvet, and showing us the bathroom. My wife used it first, and got into a spare dressing gown that was hanging up. The dressing gown showed her full free breasts off to the best, with her nipples showing through the thin cotton, as she came out. Ken, who was waiting to go into the bathroom, was transfixed, and almost erupted as she squeezed past him, and said "your turn". When he came out, he asked if there was anything else we needed, my wife asking for a drink of water. She followed Ken to the kitchen, as I lay in bed. I could hear them chatting, then their voices lowered. I heard my wife giggle, and then Kens voice going very deep and exhaling. The next thing I saw was Ken and my wife, heading into his room, my wife's breasts, swinging freely with her dressing gown open. I jumped up and crept to his doorway, an watched as Ken, following just in his pants, and sporting a large bulge, kept close behind. Once in his room, Ken pushed his belly against my wife, and grabbed her breasts, as she lent back against the wall. Her hands reached for Kens bulge, and released him, expertly. Ken sucked one breast and then the other, as he greedily enjoyed her body, with one of his hands reaching for her wetness. He turned her round towards the bed, while carrying on his pleasure, and laid her back, with his considerable bulk resting on her. Her bosoms wobbled as his hands grabbed, squeezing and caressing as he moaned and breathed deeply with pleasure. My wife then asked him to lay back on the bed, as his weight gave her no room to enjoy him. She lent over him, bosoms rubbing again him, as she played with him. Her red nails were teasing and pleasuring him as he squashed her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples and kissing her neck. She rubbed her hands over his chest, and sat on him, in position to ride. Leaning forward she squashed her bosoms into his face, and reaching back, sat in the driving seat, with both of them moaning, as she took control. As she rode him, his hands held her wobbling breasts, as he mauled them, pulling her towards him. He started to push up, as he reached the point of no return, and within seconds he let out a series of groans as he finished. I watched longingly, as she raised herself off of his thickness, and for a moment she lay on him, rubbing his head. I returned to my bed, and waited. Five minutes later my wife climbed into my bed, and I felt her nails as she teased my, inviting me to play with her wetness, and her pre suckled breasts, which swung around me. I barely lasted 2 minutes, having enjoyed her show, but it was worth it. The next morning, Ken treated us to a Marvellous cooked breakfast, and told us the location of his next showground, if we wanted to come along....maybe we will !