My wife graduated from High School back in 1982. She was from a small, rural community that still remains very close-knit. Her graduating class had 78 seniors so everyone knew each other. After graduation, my wife and I married and moved away in September 1982. We continue to return to visit her family members still in the community but otherwise have not had any contact with any of her schoolmates or friends.
In September this year, my wife had a death in the family and she flew to attend the funeral and to help her family during their loss. She stayed at a Hampton Inn about 38 miles away since it is the closest hotel to the area. During the funeral, she ran into an old friend who she had casually dated back during their sophomore year of school. She had not seen Ron since shortly after graduation. Ron had recently become divorced and was in the process of relocating back to the area. He was also staying at the same Hampton Inn where my wife was staying at the time.
I had not ever met Ron, but my wife called and told me about him the day she arrived. She said it was great to reminisce about old times. I asked her if she liked Ron, and she replied that she thought he was really cute back in school but that had been many years ago. She told me he is a really nice guy and he made her laugh. She told me that when they dated, he had made out with her and rubbed her breasts but only over her sweater. She told me that she might have gone all the way with him, but it never happened. She told me one night they were out and he brought her back home and they sat out in the front seat of his mom's Plymouth Volare and made out. She said it was winter and as they made out the windows got steamed up. She had got laid back on the seat and Ron was french-kissing her and he got his hand inside the back of her jeans and panties and was getting close to her pussy. She said she was so turned on at the time and probably would have fucked him but her Mom had heard the car and come out and banged on the window. She was not allowed to see him again and that pretty much ended their dating life. She told me how up to that point, she had not ever felt her pussy so wet or aroused, and in bed alone that night she rubbed her clit to climax.
My wife called me on the last night of her trip and asked if I was ok with Ron taking her out to dinner alone. I told her, yes, to do whatever she wanted and I wanted to hear about it afterward. Ron took her to dinner at the only sit-down place, an Applebees, and then they returned to the hotel. My wife had a bottle of wine in her room and asked Ron to come to have a drink. Ron stayed until after midnight and they finished the bottle of wine together. She said they both talked about the old days and their lives now, their families and such. She told me they did kiss, open-mouthed when it was time for Ron to leave her room. She laughed and told me Ron was a much better kisser now at 58 than he was as a Sophomore. My wife told me the kiss had a lot of passion and Ron told her he always regretted not getting to continue their night in the car. My wife said he brushed her breast with his hand over her shirt and she took his hand and placed it under her shirt and on her breast. They kissed some more and Ron rubbed her ass but other than talk, it never went any further. After Ron left her room, my wife called and was like a schoolgirl telling of the evening.
My wife and I flew to her hometown to see her family again for Christmas. We stayed in the same hotel where my wife had stayed, and my wife told me she wanted me to meet Ron. She called, and he came to visit us in our hotel on Christmas Eve. We had a case of wine in our room, and Ron brought over a bottle of Angel's Envy. Ron and I hit it off and sat and talked for well over an hour. Ron's marriage had been sexless the last twenty years, and he did not think he would ever remarry. At 58, Ron worked as a patent attorney and said he could work from anywhere, so he decided to return home. I think I shocked Ron when I matter of factly asked him, "Do you ever regret not having the chance to have sex with my wife back when you were both young and single?"
Despite two bottles of wine and half the bottle of Angel's Envy, Ron froze as he looked to panic in how to appropriately reply. Before Ron could reply, I broke the silence and replied, "I know how she has told me that her virgin pussy was soaking wet and super aroused that one night in your car. Just like I am sure it is right now for you."
Ron laughed nervously, and he replied, "Yeah, I have always remembered that night but were kids and I was just being stupid." He laughed again and my wife was smiling, he added, "I can't believe she told you about that night. Nothing ever happened, it was just something in the heat of the moment."
I looked at my wife, leaning up against the headboard on a pillow as Ron and I sat on the side of the bed. I told my wife, "Baby, why don't you come to sit next to Ron like you were in the car and see how it goes since there is nobody here to interrupt the two of you together." I got up and moved to the only chair in the room, leaving Ron sitting on the side of the bed.
My wife said, "Well, I thought Ron was a great kisser back in the fall when we were here and he has already played with my boobs." As she talked she moved down and sat directly next to Ron. Ron was just sitting as if he was in the twilight zone. He was a nice-looking man, about 5'11" and maybe 210-215 lbs. The kiss and embrace were very light at first but once Ron saw I was into it, they began with some degree of passion in their kissing.
The kiss had become very passionate and Ron broke it, and said, "I want you more than anything in this world, but I don't know how far you guys are willing for this to go?"
I calmly replied, "That is totally up to the two of you, but we don't have any limits on what happens......."
Ron reached up inside my wife's shirt as I spoke, and he interrupted, "Oh ...... your nipples are hard. You don't know how bad I wanted you that night. I can't believe this is going to finally happen." There was another kiss lasting several minutes in the silent room before Ron said, "That night in the car, I could just barely feel the heat and wetness of you when we got caught. I was so hard, I had to stop along the road and get myself off, getting cum all over my pants and the crushed velour cloth seats of my mom's car. It never did come off."
With 40 added years of experience, Ron returned to kissing my wife and his hand slid inside the front of her flannel pajama bottoms. My wife moaned and then said, "Oh, I think that is just about where you were that night. But this time, I won't have to go into my room and rub myself to get off." I knew from my wife's facial expression that Ron had slipped a finger inside her as the kiss resumed.
Ron continued kissing my wife while getting her shirt off and her bottoms off her, leaving her sitting, leaning over in her Christmas wool socks. When they parted for air, my wife asked Ron, "I want to feel you inside me, will you fuck me?"
Ron did not pause as he eagerly responded, "That would be a fantasy of mine come true."
Ron sat up, raising his hips as he fumbled to open the button on his jeans. he slid the zipper down and then pushed his jeans and boxers down off his hips and legs. His rock-hard cock sprang out, standing out firmly at probably 6.5" His shirt was off and Ron was nude in a brief moment as he guided his hard, bare cock between my wife's spread legs and married pussy. He slid inside her balls deep as my wife let out a moan as he stretched her. After a few light pumps, Ron picked up his pace, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh as my wife's legs were over Ron's shoulders and he was giving her all he had. Ron had some stamina but it was only about four or five minutes before I could see thick trails of cum hang from his shaft each time he pulled out. Finally, he went balls deep and remained as he pumped his full load inside my wife. Ron was panting hard and sweat dripped from his forehead.
When Ron slid out of my wife, I could see her labia covered in cum. She called for me to come over and told me, "Baby, I am so close, go down and lick me so I can cum." I was already naked, wanting to take seconds but as Ron lay at her side, kissing her with his wet dick on her thigh, I went down and began to lick my wife's pussy. She was right, she was already on the brink and it only took a few seconds when she climaxed hard. Ron could not believe what he was watching.
"Oh my god, that so dam hot, that is amazing, I want to go down on her too and taste our mixed cum juices." Ron rambled as I moved to the side and he planted his face in my wife's crotch.
That night, Ron stayed at our hotel with us. He and my wife made up for lost time and went at each other several times. Ron watched as I fucked my wife and he immediately went down on her after I was done. The next morning, we all had breakfast after showering and then departed to the day to visit family. Ron returned that evening around eight and things picked right up where they left off the night before. Ron talked about how he had always imagined being a participant in an MMF and he told how he worked with another attorney years before who was in a cuckold relationship and would share pictures. He told us he always wondered if such relationships truly existed.
When we all left the hotel early Sunday morning, Ron told us he had received the best Christmas gift he ever could have imagined.
In September this year, my wife had a death in the family and she flew to attend the funeral and to help her family during their loss. She stayed at a Hampton Inn about 38 miles away since it is the closest hotel to the area. During the funeral, she ran into an old friend who she had casually dated back during their sophomore year of school. She had not seen Ron since shortly after graduation. Ron had recently become divorced and was in the process of relocating back to the area. He was also staying at the same Hampton Inn where my wife was staying at the time.
I had not ever met Ron, but my wife called and told me about him the day she arrived. She said it was great to reminisce about old times. I asked her if she liked Ron, and she replied that she thought he was really cute back in school but that had been many years ago. She told me he is a really nice guy and he made her laugh. She told me that when they dated, he had made out with her and rubbed her breasts but only over her sweater. She told me that she might have gone all the way with him, but it never happened. She told me one night they were out and he brought her back home and they sat out in the front seat of his mom's Plymouth Volare and made out. She said it was winter and as they made out the windows got steamed up. She had got laid back on the seat and Ron was french-kissing her and he got his hand inside the back of her jeans and panties and was getting close to her pussy. She said she was so turned on at the time and probably would have fucked him but her Mom had heard the car and come out and banged on the window. She was not allowed to see him again and that pretty much ended their dating life. She told me how up to that point, she had not ever felt her pussy so wet or aroused, and in bed alone that night she rubbed her clit to climax.
My wife called me on the last night of her trip and asked if I was ok with Ron taking her out to dinner alone. I told her, yes, to do whatever she wanted and I wanted to hear about it afterward. Ron took her to dinner at the only sit-down place, an Applebees, and then they returned to the hotel. My wife had a bottle of wine in her room and asked Ron to come to have a drink. Ron stayed until after midnight and they finished the bottle of wine together. She said they both talked about the old days and their lives now, their families and such. She told me they did kiss, open-mouthed when it was time for Ron to leave her room. She laughed and told me Ron was a much better kisser now at 58 than he was as a Sophomore. My wife told me the kiss had a lot of passion and Ron told her he always regretted not getting to continue their night in the car. My wife said he brushed her breast with his hand over her shirt and she took his hand and placed it under her shirt and on her breast. They kissed some more and Ron rubbed her ass but other than talk, it never went any further. After Ron left her room, my wife called and was like a schoolgirl telling of the evening.
My wife and I flew to her hometown to see her family again for Christmas. We stayed in the same hotel where my wife had stayed, and my wife told me she wanted me to meet Ron. She called, and he came to visit us in our hotel on Christmas Eve. We had a case of wine in our room, and Ron brought over a bottle of Angel's Envy. Ron and I hit it off and sat and talked for well over an hour. Ron's marriage had been sexless the last twenty years, and he did not think he would ever remarry. At 58, Ron worked as a patent attorney and said he could work from anywhere, so he decided to return home. I think I shocked Ron when I matter of factly asked him, "Do you ever regret not having the chance to have sex with my wife back when you were both young and single?"
Despite two bottles of wine and half the bottle of Angel's Envy, Ron froze as he looked to panic in how to appropriately reply. Before Ron could reply, I broke the silence and replied, "I know how she has told me that her virgin pussy was soaking wet and super aroused that one night in your car. Just like I am sure it is right now for you."
Ron laughed nervously, and he replied, "Yeah, I have always remembered that night but were kids and I was just being stupid." He laughed again and my wife was smiling, he added, "I can't believe she told you about that night. Nothing ever happened, it was just something in the heat of the moment."
I looked at my wife, leaning up against the headboard on a pillow as Ron and I sat on the side of the bed. I told my wife, "Baby, why don't you come to sit next to Ron like you were in the car and see how it goes since there is nobody here to interrupt the two of you together." I got up and moved to the only chair in the room, leaving Ron sitting on the side of the bed.
My wife said, "Well, I thought Ron was a great kisser back in the fall when we were here and he has already played with my boobs." As she talked she moved down and sat directly next to Ron. Ron was just sitting as if he was in the twilight zone. He was a nice-looking man, about 5'11" and maybe 210-215 lbs. The kiss and embrace were very light at first but once Ron saw I was into it, they began with some degree of passion in their kissing.
The kiss had become very passionate and Ron broke it, and said, "I want you more than anything in this world, but I don't know how far you guys are willing for this to go?"
I calmly replied, "That is totally up to the two of you, but we don't have any limits on what happens......."
Ron reached up inside my wife's shirt as I spoke, and he interrupted, "Oh ...... your nipples are hard. You don't know how bad I wanted you that night. I can't believe this is going to finally happen." There was another kiss lasting several minutes in the silent room before Ron said, "That night in the car, I could just barely feel the heat and wetness of you when we got caught. I was so hard, I had to stop along the road and get myself off, getting cum all over my pants and the crushed velour cloth seats of my mom's car. It never did come off."
With 40 added years of experience, Ron returned to kissing my wife and his hand slid inside the front of her flannel pajama bottoms. My wife moaned and then said, "Oh, I think that is just about where you were that night. But this time, I won't have to go into my room and rub myself to get off." I knew from my wife's facial expression that Ron had slipped a finger inside her as the kiss resumed.
Ron continued kissing my wife while getting her shirt off and her bottoms off her, leaving her sitting, leaning over in her Christmas wool socks. When they parted for air, my wife asked Ron, "I want to feel you inside me, will you fuck me?"
Ron did not pause as he eagerly responded, "That would be a fantasy of mine come true."
Ron sat up, raising his hips as he fumbled to open the button on his jeans. he slid the zipper down and then pushed his jeans and boxers down off his hips and legs. His rock-hard cock sprang out, standing out firmly at probably 6.5" His shirt was off and Ron was nude in a brief moment as he guided his hard, bare cock between my wife's spread legs and married pussy. He slid inside her balls deep as my wife let out a moan as he stretched her. After a few light pumps, Ron picked up his pace, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh as my wife's legs were over Ron's shoulders and he was giving her all he had. Ron had some stamina but it was only about four or five minutes before I could see thick trails of cum hang from his shaft each time he pulled out. Finally, he went balls deep and remained as he pumped his full load inside my wife. Ron was panting hard and sweat dripped from his forehead.
When Ron slid out of my wife, I could see her labia covered in cum. She called for me to come over and told me, "Baby, I am so close, go down and lick me so I can cum." I was already naked, wanting to take seconds but as Ron lay at her side, kissing her with his wet dick on her thigh, I went down and began to lick my wife's pussy. She was right, she was already on the brink and it only took a few seconds when she climaxed hard. Ron could not believe what he was watching.
"Oh my god, that so dam hot, that is amazing, I want to go down on her too and taste our mixed cum juices." Ron rambled as I moved to the side and he planted his face in my wife's crotch.
That night, Ron stayed at our hotel with us. He and my wife made up for lost time and went at each other several times. Ron watched as I fucked my wife and he immediately went down on her after I was done. The next morning, we all had breakfast after showering and then departed to the day to visit family. Ron returned that evening around eight and things picked right up where they left off the night before. Ron talked about how he had always imagined being a participant in an MMF and he told how he worked with another attorney years before who was in a cuckold relationship and would share pictures. He told us he always wondered if such relationships truly existed.
When we all left the hotel early Sunday morning, Ron told us he had received the best Christmas gift he ever could have imagined.
