TO: My Wife Watching Friends on the Net
From: SesShow - A story I received and am passing along to you
Subject: An older man gets a helping hand with his young wife

   I met my wife twelve years ago, shortly after the death of my
first wife. Although Sandra was twenty-five years my junior, we
shared a lot of things in common and we were married after a very
short engagement. One of the wonderful things that we shared was an
exciting sex life, at least initially. Our first couple of years I
was able to make love to my wife almost every day. More recently my
sex drive has dissipated. Being sixty-eight places limits on my
sexual capabilities and I am only able to make love to her once or
twice a week. Sandra, on the other hand, wants it more and more. I
knew if I were to continue to make her happy, I would have to give
her more than just the material things that my successful law
practice had afforded me. After all, she's still comparatively young
and deserves getting as much sex as she wants.

   We discussed the situation and although she protested it at first
she agreed that if we could find a discreet lover for her she would
be willing to obtain her sex from someone else to fulfill her needs.
She agreed as much as anything because it was almost an academic
question. Yes, she would take on a discreet younger lover, if there
was one. But since there was none on the horizon, it wasn't
something she really expected to do.

  All that changed about eight months ago. An old friend of mine,
from another city called to tell me his recently divorced 30 year
old son had taken a job in our town and would I welcome him to the
town since he knew no one else there. I hadn't seen his son Carl
since he was eight years old. His dad assured me that he'd grown up
into quite a nice and handsome young man and would really appreciate
it if I could sort of take him under our wing, because he was still
a little depressed from the divorce. I assured him, I would and
decided this gave Sandra and me the perfect opportunity to put my
academic question to Sandra into reality.

  We agreed to meet Carl at the airport and show him around town. I
was surprised when we met him and I thing Sandra was delighted.
First of all he's six feet, four inches tall. He's also handsome and
muscular. After spending some time with him we also realized that he
had a gentle disposition and a good sense of humor. We had lunch
together and agreed to meet him for dinner that evening after he
settled into his hotel. Sandra agreed to wear her sexiest outfit for
dinner. I should explain that my Sandra has a great figure and face
and that she looks a lot younger than her age. Even when we first
met Carl at the airport, I could tell he was attracted to her and I
could hardly wait to see his reaction to her low cut red dress with
the full length cuts up the side. The material was net jersey and it
clung to every curve of Sandra's 36DD-26-36 figure. I wasn't
disappointed. Carl's mouth dropped when he first got a glimpse of
her as we picked him up in our Lincoln. All during dinner, I saw him
giving glances at her partially exposed breasts, when he didn't
think he was being observed.

  We convinced him to come back to our place after dinner for a few
drinks and to watch some movies on our entertainment center. We put
on "Black Orchards" and noticed how he squirmed around in the first
love scene. I was sitting next to Sandra on the 2-seater couch and
began to slowly message her breasts in open view of our guest.
Sandra casually allowed her slit dress to split open enough for Carl
to see all the way to her see-through panties. I could see that Carl
was taking the bait.

  I rang our phone in our living room from our other private line in
my den and pretended to answer the call. I told Carl and Sandra that
I had to go to the county jail to bail an old friend's grandson out
of jail and that I'd be back in a couple of hours.

   I said my good-byes and drove the car a couple of blocks away
where I parked it and came back to the house taking up my vantage
point outside our window in the back. Sandra had invited him to sit
with her because it easier to see the movie from that angle. Carl
accepted her invitation and soon had his arm around her in the
closeness of the 2- seater couch. By crouching below the window and
peeking through the bottom I could see without being noticed. Sandra
had poured them both a drink and they continued to watch the TV
screen. When the next steamy sex scene came on, Sandra snuggled
close to Carl and placed his hand boldly on her semi-exposed breast.
Carl got the hint and started rubbing her breasts. She reached down
with her hand and massaged the bulge in his pants and Carl began to
move his other hand up her skirt until he was fingering her wet
pussy. They started some serious french kissing as I watched the
whole scene from the backyard window.

   It wasn't long before Sandra got up and motioned for Carl to
follow her to the bedroom. That was my clue to move to the back
bedroom window. When I peered under the bottom of the shade
(purposely left open a little) I saw them standing close to the bed.

  He held her in his arms, kissing her neck and earlobes as she
moaned in delight. He began to french-kiss her at the same time
reaching behind her back and bringing her zipper all the way down.
My wife made no protests as the dress slipped carelessly to the
floor revealing her scantily clad ass and breasts. As a matter of
fact, I saw her reach down to his crotch and give his bulge a little
squeeze. He dropped his pants and underpants off quickly as they
swung onto the water bed. My wife boldly removed her bra to expose
her delightful 36DD's for his full inspection and then took his cock
into one of her hands. Carl's dong impressed Sandra. It looked about
2" longer than mine, but most impressive was it's thickness which
appeared at least 50% more than mine. I had to admit I was envious
of his good-looking prick.

  Carl began to play with her delightful red-haired pussy with his
fingers. Sandra groaned with pleasure as he fingered it. She swung
around to give him easier access to it and he moved his tongue to
her clit as she continued to fondle his man-sized cock. The
surprising thing to me was that instead of getting jealous, the
vision in front of me was turning me on. It was exciting to see
another man suck my wife's cunt and in spite of the fact that the
woman who was fondling his large dick was my wife, or maybe because
of it, my dick was getting rock hard. I took my prick out of my
pants as they started tongue kissing again and began to stroke it.

   When they broke off their passionate embrace for a second, Sandra
said, "Oh Carl, my husband can hardly get it up any more and I've
missed having a big stiff cock so much." As she said it, she leaned
her head down to it and began licking and sucking his cock. She
slurped it noisily, looking up on occasion to give him a wicked
smile. With her saliva still dripping from his cock head, Sandra
told him she had to have him inside her. She slid around on the bed
opening her still nylon-clad legs in a wanton spread. Once he had
his cock poised at the entry way to her passage she sighed and
lustily invited him to fuck her hard. She had a look of heavenly
delight as he slipped his monster dick into her slit. She grabbed
his buttocks and forced the last several inches into her at a faster
pace then he was going. There was no question that she loved the
ride he was giving her and she pumped back against his every trust
with just as much or more force then he was giving to her. As he
approached his orgasmic delight, she yelled, "Fuck me, Oh yes fuck
me with that big wonderful prick of yours. Oh cum all over my big
tits. DOO ITTTT!"

  It was more than I could take. The fantasy of my wife getting
fucked royally from an other man was now a reality! I started
spilling my cum all over the back deck just as Carl took his cock
from her pussy in time to spill his load all over her tits. She
spread his gooey cum all over her breasts with such delight, dipping
her fingers into her mouth to enjoy the taste of his warm jism. She
looked like a sailor's wet dream. She had a look on her face of
supreme contentment, something I had not been able to provide to her
the last several years.

   In a little while, Sandra went in the master bathroom to get a
washcloth and came back with it to gently clean Carl's large prick
of her juices and his cum. After cleansing it tenderly, Sandra laid
there with him, telling him what a wonderful cocksman he was and
softly stroked his dick. It didn't take long until he was semi-erect
again. Sandra took his cock into her mouth and sucked him back to a
full erection in less than five minutes. I envied Carl's staying
power as he spread her legs and began fucking her again. What was
even more surprising to me is that after a while my dick became hard
enough that I could coax a second load of cum from it. It was less
than a teaspoon this time, but nevertheless it was the first time I
was able to perform twice in one night in decades. After about a
half an hour, I made my entrance back into the house and indicated
that I had been able to have the charges dropped. When I asked what
they had done in my absence, Sandra gave me a wink and indicated
that they had found a lot of interesting things to talk about.

   Sandra convinced Carl it was too late to go to his hotel and that
he should spend the night in our spare bedroom. The next day at
breakfast, Sandra and I invited Carl to move in with us,
temporarily, until he could find an apartment of his own. Over the
next week, I made an excuse to be out to some meeting or friends
each evening. Normally, I just went to a coffee shop and waited the
appropriate amount of time to return. Sandra admitted that as soon
as I left, Carl and she would head to the bedroom to fuck. Several
evenings I doubled back to the house and observed them through the
nearly shut blinds. On the two nights that I fucked her, my wife's
cunt was still wet with Carl's jizm inside her. Carl was unaware
that the whole thing was set up by me and that I knew perfectly well
that he was fucking the shit out of my sexy wife each night.

   At the end of that first week that Carl was living with us,
Sandra and I decided it was time to tell our young guest about our
little deception with him. That evening, I walked in on them during
their love making (after standing quietly outside the door, and
observing it all with great relish.) Carl recoiled, expecting me to
hit him or something, I guess. Sandra just looked at me and calmly
said, "Oh Hi, honey. I didn't hear you coming in."

    I laughed and answered, "Apparently not, but I heard Carl cuming
into you!" We both chuckled and Carl just lay on the bed afraid to
move. He hadn't even removed his prick from Sandra and as he began
to, Sandra said, "He really is a stud, you know. Just look at the
size of his dick, honey."

  Carl was a little perplexed, but relieved that I wasn't going to
throw a scene. After having a little more fun at Carl's expense we
finally explained that I had known about his sexing my wife right
from the beginning and that I wholeheartedly approved. Sandra asked
me to join them on the bed and so I dropped my cloths off and laid
down next to Sandra on the other side of Carl. When she began to
kiss me, I moved her around so that she had her fanny up facing in
Carl's direction. Then I signaled for Carl to fuck her from behind,
doggie fashion. He still had a puzzled expression on his face, but
as soon as he began pumping my wife it changed to one of pure lust.
Sandra moaned and stopped kissing me long enough to tell Carl how
great his cock felt in her wet cunt. After he shot his big load
inside my grateful Sandra, I thanked him for making her so happy and
I told him that he could always have sex with her, whether I was
present or not. I assured him that any time he got the urge to kiss
her or fondle her or suck her breasts or stick his cock in her it
was all right with me and of course Sandra as well.

   Carl has been living with us for over a year now. Shortly after
Carl moved in, my wife began wearing very sexy cloths in the
evening. When he arrives at our home from work, she greets him in a
sexy negligee or baby-doll outfit. Sometimes she wears just her high
heels, nylons, garter belt and see-through panties for his viewing
pleasure. Carl really appreciates it, often fucking her before we
even retire to the bedroom. The bedroom arrangement, at my wife's
suggestion, has Carl sleeping with her each night, while I stay in
the guest room. Often, before retiring to my room, I sit in the
master bedroom lounge chair while Carl makes love to my willing
wife. They fuck at least once a day and often two or three times.
You might think that I'd be jealous but the truth is seeing my wife
get fucked and seeing her suck Carl's big cock to a climax gets me
hot. A couple of times a week, when I feel up to it, I ask my wife
to join me in my room. Carl prefers not to watch us. (I think he has
become a little possessive of Sandra.)

  All in all, I think it is a very good situation. My wife is being
fully satisfied sexually in a way I could never give to her by
myself. I'm getting all the sex I can handle and the voyeuristic
aspect of it is allowing me to do it more frequently then before
Carl joined us. Carl is certainly enjoying his sex life and the fact
that he's in a relationship where his partner does not make other
demands of him. (Financial and/or Social.) They truly love fucking
each another and I love watching it. What could be better than the
arrangement we have?