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By Cybersurfer (cybersurf1326)


As I walked down the long, deserted hallway of the redcarpeted Marriott at 2:30 AM, I wondered how I'd gotten us into this mess. My head was swimming and I felt confused as I thought back over the last 2 hours. Then I remembered. It had started two weeks ago...

My wife, Mary, was still a beautiful woman. At the age of 52, she was in better shape than the day we were married. This was due to long hours spent on the treadmill that I had bought her four years ago. She had dropped forty pounds and now had muscle where before had been "middleage" fat. Her breasts, although a bit small, were still firm and "perky", and her once too-full bottom was now sculpted into a beautiful sight to behold.

I was proud that I had a wife with the self-respect and self-discipline to physically work herself back into shape with punishing exercise and a high-fiber, low fat diet. Although her hair was almost white (it had started turning prematurely gray while in her twenties), her 5'8" frame and strikingly beautiful smile would now cause most men --young or old --to look twice.

I, on the other hand, had begun to let age overtake me in my forties. Now, at 52, I was woefully overweight and dreadfully out of shape. My body, once lean and mean, had expanded into something I hardly recognized in the mirror. I ate and smoked too much, and my job was extremely stressful. My potbelly was acquired honestly -too many burgers, fries, and pizza. At 5'11" and 200 pounds, I wasn't exactly ready for Chippendale's.

We had been married 30 years. It was a good stable marriage, and one that had produced four healthy, happy children. We lived in a four-bedroom suburban house, mowed the lawn on Saturday, grilled burgers on Sunday afternoons, vacationed at the beach every year, etc., etc...

Our sex life was good but a bit boring. Every Saturday, I would drive to the adult bookstore and rent a porn movie. That night, Mary would reach for the expensive vibrator I had purchased for her --the one endorsed by Dr. Ruth. As we watched the video through our toes from the bed, she would slowly vibrate her clit to three or four orgasms as I played with her breasts. When she was finally satiated, she would take my average (a little over 6 inch) cock in her mouth. Then I would pull her off and fuck her until I came. Unfortunately, I have always had a "quick trigger" --about two minutes and I'm done.

One night during sex, while she was vibrating herself and I was playing with her nipples, I looked up and whispered, "One day I'm going to bring home a present for you. He's going to be big and young and hung like a horse. And I'm going to watch while you fuck him!"

Mary closed her eyes and immediately erupted into a powerful orgasm that lasted over a full minute. Her toes curled inward and her whole body seemed to levitate. Suddenly, she threw the vibrator to the floor and attacked my cock with a vigor that had not been present for years.

When I tried to pull her off so I could fuck her, she pushed me back down to the bed and continued her tongueswirling, wet-sucking, deep-throating blowjob until I came with a groan that was more like cry for help. She continued sucking until I had to beg her to stop. And as usual, she swallowed every drop.

After I had recovered somewhat, I asked her, "You seemed to like my idea, huh?"

"It was just a fantasy," she replied lightheartedly. "Now go to sleep, Silly."

For the next three Saturday nights, I said the same thing with much the same sexual reactions from Mary. I kept asking if she liked my idea; she kept insisting that it was just a fantasy that she would never want to come true. Still, I wondered. The idea of watching Mary with another guy had always been one of my biggest fantasies. Neither one of us had been a virgin on our wedding day, and I always wondered how I compared to some of her previous lovers.

One night as I was surfing on the net, I received a spam e-mail from an obvious porn sight. It read, "Watch while we fuck your wife!" I clicked on the blue URL address and up popped some pictures of some very good-looking young guys fucking some obviously older women. The site's opening paragraph read:

"SuperStuds! If you've always wanted to watch your wife with another man, then our service is for you. We are ready, willing and able to fulfill your fantasy --and hers! If you are going to be in the Atlanta area, please e-mail us."

I studied the site carefully, reading the rules and rates. The rules were simple: (1) choose the man you would like from the photographs on the web page; (2) make an appointment two weeks in advance; (3) send a $50.00 nonrefundable deposit (credit card or cash) in advance; (4) they only would deal with married couples; (5) the husband had to be present at all times; (6) payment was to be made before any activity of any kind; (7) no pictures or videotaping during the session; (8) no refunds, even if the wife had second thoughts and backed out.

As it happened, we were planning a trip to Atlanta in two weeks to see the Falcons. I leaned back in my chair and thought about it. My wife and I were both 52. If we were going to do this, it was now or never. I wasn't sure if I could get Mary to agree. After all, she had kept insisting that it was only a fantasy. I decided to take a chance. If she refused, I was out only $50.00. I chose one of the well-hung handsome young men from his fullnude picture and filled out the online form with the required information, paying the deposit with my MasterCard.

The next day, I received an e-mail reply from SuperStuds, reviewing the rules and confirming that my deposit had been received. I decided to tell Mary my plan that night, but she went to bed early, complaining about her sinuses. I tried several other times over the next two weeks to bring up the subject, but the time never seemed right, and I was truly worried that she would refuse. Worse, I was afraid that she would be angry with me for arranging all this without asking her.

Driving to Atlanta, I was both excited and fearful. If she said no, I would be a bit disappointed. (Or would I?) If she became angry, it would ruin the whole trip and perhaps cast a cloud over our marriage.

As soon as we checked into the Marriott, I called room service for dinner, wine, and drinks. I knew that Mary needed very little alcohol to get high, and I wanted her as compliant as possible for that night. While eating dinner in our room, I was careful to let Mary consume most of the wine. Afterwards, she went in the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed into her nightgown. She was showing the telltale signs of being a little drunk as she lay back on the bed and began to watch TV, sipping her after-dinner brandy.

At exactly 10:00 o'clock, I heard a soft knock on the door. Mary murmured sleepily, "Who could that be at this hour?"

"Probably room service to pick up the tray," I replied hesitantly as I picked up the tray and started toward the door.

I opened up the door and there he stood: he was huge --much bigger than he looked in his picture. He stood about 6'4" and probably weighed at least 250 pounds, all of it muscle. He looked to be about 25. His blond hair and tan made him look like a surfer.

"Hello," he said warmly. "I'm Shawn. I think you're expecting me."

"Yes," I stammered. "Please come in."

I moved aside to let him in, put the tray outside in the hallway, and hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside doorknob.

Mary was dozing. I quickly paid him the rest of the fee in cash, not knowing if I was throwing money down the drain.

Shawn undressed quickly down to his boxers. As he took off his shirt, I was envious beyond belief, and began to wonder if this was a good idea after all. Then, Mary opened her eyes.

"Who" she almost shrieked. "Who are you?" she asked, drawing the covers tighter and higher.

Shawn, Mary, and I waited together for someone to break the uncomfortable silence. Finally, I just blurted it out.

"Mary," I said, "I love you. Remember our fantasy? Well, this is Shawn, and he has come to fulfill it."

With all the alcohol she had consumed, it took a few beats for her to process what I had just said. She just looked at me for a full minute. After 30 years, I know my wife's "looks".

First, there was shock. Then, anger. She looked at Shawn and then back at me. Then, her anger changed to a look I didn't see that often from Mary. It was her "OK-busteryou-asked-for-it" look.

"Dim the lights," she said flatly. "No problem," Shawn warmly offered. "I brought a candle. I thought you might like candlelight. And I'm sure now, after seeing you, that the candlelight will like you."

As I turned off the lights, Shawn lit the candle, and I took a seat in the chair opposite the king-sized bed. My wife threw back the covers, took one more "look" at me sitting in the darkness, and smiled at Shawn.

"I intend to enjoy you," she smoldered. It was the last thing said for the next four hours.

Shawn gently but firmly pulled my wife's nightgown over her head. Then he stepped out of his boxers. Since his back was to me, I couldn't yet see what caused a gasp from wife. As he turned slightly, I understood. His cock was huge, and he wasn't even fully erect yet! His semiflaccid cock looked to be about 7 inches long and as big in circumference as my wrist.

Shawn began massaging Mary's body, caressing every square inch with either his hand or his tongue. Her neck, her back, her breasts, her legs, her belly --he covered in kisses and gentle kneading touches. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he brought his head between her legs, snaking his tongue to lick the outside of her vagina from her clit to her anus.

Mary looked like she was luxuriating in his ministrations. She had a contented, slightly drunken smile on her face, and was obviously starting to loosen up. She grabbed Shawn's head and pulled it closer to her pussy. Shawn, very intuitive, knew what to do. He began to suck and lick her clit at the same time. He brought his hands up to caress her breasts, the nipples of which were now so erect they looked like they would burst.

Suddenly, Mary grunted and began literally fucking Shawn's face. Her face was contorted and she was holding Shawn's head to her spasming cunt. When she let go, I thought she had passed out. But Shawn knew better. He raised himself on all fours, like he was performing a perfect Marine push-up above her --toes and fingers only. In this position, his cock was perfectly positioned exactly where it needed to be.

As he slowly lowered himself, his tremendous cock began to enter Mary's extremely tight pussy. (I say tight because it's true; all four of our children were delivered by C-section.) As the head of his thick cock popped in, Mary's eyes flew open. She looked directly into Shawn's face, and silently implored him to go easy. He smiled and nodded knowingly, still supporting himself on all fours and hovering above my wife.

It seemed like it took an eternity for him to slip his considerable cock, now fully erect at probably 9 or 10 inches, into my wife's very wet cunt. He went ever so slowly, almost imperceptibly, deeper and deeper. Finally, when he hit bottom, he waited for a full minute before moving, letting her adjust to his size. Then, still suspended on all fours above her, he bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips. Then, he kissed her again. And again.

I think he could have stayed up there all night had he not gotten the signal he wanted. Mary moved her arms up around his neck and drew his mouth once again down to her lips. This time it was her kissing him --a deep, tongue-lashing, hungry soul kiss. Then, and only then, did Shawn lower himself so that some of his weight was against her. Mary wrapped her legs tightly around his legs, and he started to move.

Shawn began to fuck my wife like a musician plays an instrument. Slowly, at first, then plunging in fast for a few strokes, then slowly again. Mary's pussy had never been stretched like that before, but she was so hot and wet it hardly mattered. She was, indeed, enjoying Shawn, and was perfectly content with his slow fucking rhythm and his colossal cock.

After about 40 minutes, Mary began to assert herself. She started to buck her hips faster toward Shawn's, grunting and gasping on every stroke. Shawn picked up his pace to match hers, and they were perfectly in sync. Mary suddenly stiffened. "Ohhhh!" she moaned softly. Shawn never stopped. He just kept pumping harder and faster. She wrapped her legs even tighter around him, moving them up until they were locked behind his back.

"Oh! Ugh! Oh! Ugh! Oh! Ugh!" Mary's sounds filled the room. Suddenly, a loud gasp and a high-pitched squeal broke the rhythm. Mary's face was contorted and tearstreaked as she shrieked out her ecstasy. She was having the biggest orgasm of her 52 year-old life.

Her orgasm either went on for 10 minutes, or she was having one after another. Either way, Shawn knew what he was doing; he just kept stroking. Finally, when it seemed Mary's strength was waning a bit, Shawn bent down to kiss her once more. As he did so, his butt tightened and his monster cock started to erupt inside her. This sent Mary over the edge once more, as her cunt walls were splashed with his cum, and his cock buried itself to its deepest point yet, far beyond where mine had ever been.

Shawn and Mary "soaked" in each other for another five minutes. Then Shawn quietly arose, dressed, kissed Mary once more gently on the lips, shook my hand, and left.

Mary, of course, was completely spent. She fell immediately and soundly asleep. I, on the other hand, was totally awake. Since I couldn't smoke in my room (Mary's a nonsmoker), I quietly slipped on some clothes and made my way out the door and into the hall.

What would life be like in the morning, I wondered?