THEY HAD 50 YEARS TO MAKE UP FOR, AND THEY DID THEIR BEST

My wife Lavinia is 67 and gorgeous. For those readers who might think 67 is too old to be of interest and are considering jumping to the next letter, let me say that if you saw my Lavinia, you would immediately want to fuck her. She regularly gets hit on by all age groups, from 18 up. All our male friends think she is the hottest thing around and can hardly hide the lust in their eyes when they look at her, whether young or mature, married or unmarried.

Well, after 46 years of marriage, my very beautiful, still shapely, very sexy wife got her first outside fuck. It happened during the planning for her high school’s 50th reunion party.

Sean had been one of Lavinia’s boyfriends in high school. He was not a long-time, serious boyfriend, but they had gotten as far as jerking each other off, which was rather bold in those days. Of course he wanted more, but she had denied him, largely because of her religious background. Their limited relationship had ended when they both went off to college.

Then, 50 years later, they found themselves once again alone, and in a bedroom, of all places. Sean and Lavinia, both serving on the planning committee for the reunion, had been asked to visit and evaluate a certain hotel near their old high school which was being considered as the site of the reunion banquet. A representative of the hotel met them there to show them around. After visiting the banquet room, she took them upstairs to show them some rooms that might serve as hospitality rooms and overnight accommodations for out-of-towners.

As they were inspecting one of the king-size bedrooms, the representative received a phone call. She then apologized, saying she had to leave to take care of something, but suggested they meet in the lounge downstairs in 10 minutes.

Now, while of course she could not have anticipated that the two of them would find themselves alone in such a suggestive setting, it must be said that the thought of something happening with Sean had not been absent from Lavinia’s thoughts. Though they had not seen each other for many years, he had called and asked her to serve on the reunion committee with him. When she told me this, I asked her what she thought their meeting might be like after so long.

“You know, I’ve actually been giving that some thought,” she replied slowly. “Most likely it will be very pleasant and proper. But . . . what if some old sparks are re-ignited between us? What could happen? He sounded so nice over the phone, and it took me back a bit. And what if he purposely picked me to be on the committee with certain hopes . . . or anticipation?” She paused. Then came her big question. “Ron, honey, what if something did happen? How would you feel?”

When I said nothing, she continued. “I’m not asking your permission, mind you. But I’d love to hear your take on this.”

I took a long breath. “Well, you know, I’ve been thinking about that too. It’s quite an interesting question. And a stimulating one. And I’ll answer it truthfully. It came as a great surprise to me to find that the thought of my wife getting her first outside fuck gets me highly aroused, as opposed to jealous or upset. So I guess you could take that as my answer.”

Lavinia smiled broadly. “My, my. You are a generous husband.” Then her smile turned teasing and seductive as she said, “You know, I may soon be thanking you for that.”

So, given that background, you can probably guess what happened in that hotel bedroom. Yes, they fucked right there. And they fucked in the same hotel after every committee meeting thereafter. They did it twice a week for the four weeks before the reunion. They fucked very day of the three-day reunion. And they’ve been fucking once a month ever since, with intentions to continue indefinitely.

Lavinia absolutely loves it. Sean absolutely loves it. How could he not? And as for me, I couldn’t be happier. It’s really thrilling to know that my beautiful, sexy wife has taken so happily to this very positive, and much unexpected, turn in her life. She’s always been a perfect wife to me, and I consider her very deserving of this new pleasure.

Lavinia gets really hot before each fuck with her new lover. And she comes home from it looking even hotter, all disheveled, with mussed-up hair, makeup and clothes—what few clothes she’s still wearing. Her panties, bra, garter belt and stockings are always in her bag. I then fuck her just as she is, while she calls me Sean. These are some of our best fucks ever.

So, going back to that first fuck when they were left alone in that hotel bedroom, Sean didn’t stand a chance, although he was as eager as she was. Lavinia had already made up her mind. The day before she had told me simply, “Ron, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck him.”

She spent the next morning preparing, making sure her hair, her eyelashes, her skin, her teeth were all perfect. She shaved her legs, and even her pussy, something she hadn’t done for years. When she came downstairs, dressed, made up and perfumed to kill—or rather, to fuck—I was speechless. I got up and reached for her, but she pulled away, saying, “No, you can’t fuck me. My pussy is for Sean alone this afternoon. You can look at it afterwards, when it’s filled with his come. And smell it. And fuck it if you like.”

And with that my up-till-then totally faithful wife confidently walked out the door, hips swaying.

So, as I say, Sean didn’t stand a chance. It was he, however, who first spoke when the hotel representative had closed the room door behind her.

“Lavinia, sweetheart,” he breathed, “I just have to tell you. You are the most beautiful and sexy thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve had a huge hard-on for you all morning. And . . . well, Goddamn it, Lavinia, I just have to fuck you!”

“Well then, Goddamn it, Sean, pull my panties down and fuck me!” was my wife’s reply. And in a minute my beautiful sexy wife was on her back, legs spread wide, with a new and different prick pounding her pussy.

They both came right away. Lavinia then sucked him back up, and they continued fucking, with a passion pent up for 50 years. They continued even when the hotel representative, not having found them downstairs, came up to look for them. She took one look at what they were doing, then smiled and walked out, calmly telling them to take their time and enjoy themselves. This obviously wasn’t the first reunion fuck she had come across.

Lavinia came home four hours later, looking as I have described. Then, as she had earlier said I could, I looked at her pussy, matted with fluids, inhaled it deeply and then fucked it. And it was my best fuck ever, enhanced by another man’s lubricant and my wife’s moans and screams of “Sean! Oh God yes, Sean! Yes!”

Afterwards we talked at length about what had happened. “I really do love Sean so much,” Lavinia told me. “Even more than I did in high school.” She paused. “And I just have to keep fucking him,” she said then.

I nodded my approval, and she kissed me passionately. Then we fucked again.

The planning committee had decided on two meetings a week for the four weeks preceding the reunion. The hotel rep had given Sean the use of a spare room for “coordination” purposes, and Lavinia and Sean took the opportunity to use it twice each day when the committee was in session.

Sean and I met for the first time at the cocktail party that opened the reunion, and we hit it off well. He was a bit nervous initially, but I quickly assured him that all was okay. Before the party ended Lavinia came over to me. “Cover for me,” she whispered. “I’m going to get fucked.” She and Sean then disappeared for the next half hour.

At the end of the reunion, Lavinia and Sean decided they both wanted their relationship to continue, but not in a way that might threaten either of their marriages. They finally agreed to meet once a month. I had anticipated more, but Sean had his wife to consider, and they both had their already full lives to get back to. So that was it.

It has now been three months since the reunion, and three glorious fucks for Lavinia. Their second session was an overnighter, and the third turned out to be extra special. Sean’s two sons were in town, and he brought them to the hotel to show Lavinia off to them. The intent was for the sons to leave after a few drinks. However, Lavinia arrived in one of her most sexy outfits, one thing quickly led to another, and she ended up gang-banging all three of them. That was another first. The sons, ages 29 and 34, concluded that Lavinia, at 67, was the best piece they’d ever had. She got load after load of their semen in her eager pussy. At one point the older son joked that if his wife were there, she could have licked out each load, which would have made things a little less sloppy.

“Maybe next time,” Lavinia said, and she meant it, too. That’s my girl.

—R.N., Boca Raton, Florida