It had always been a fantasy of mine to see my wife being taken by at least one other man but she had refused, saying that I was a pervert. When we had been married 22 years, the last of our children had left home and life had settled into a boring routine. This extended to our sex life, which had degenrated into a 3o minute fumble each week, usually with the lights out. This seemed like a huge waste - although my wife, Kate, felt herself to be old at 49, she was exceptionally hot, standing at 5ft, with blonde hair, blue eyes and 34ee breasts. I frequently caught glimpses of my friends looking diown her tops when we were out and, although a little angry at this, still found it incredibly arousing.
Staurday night came and ,like always, we went to the local pub to meet the other couples in our circle. As usual the men, myself, Paul, John, Mick and Andy sat at one end of the table and the women, Helen, Ellen, Kay and Annie sat at the other.
Staurday night came and ,like always, we went to the local pub to meet the other couples in our circle. As usual the men, myself, Paul, John, Mick and Andy sat at one end of the table and the women, Helen, Ellen, Kay and Annie sat at the other.