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Mature Mary Attracts More Attention

By: Hopebeach



Mary's life had suddenly come dramatically alive in her 50th year. Although reaching that landmark wasn't something she was looking forward to, events over the last few months had really grabbed the mature wife and grandmother and shaken her up more than she could ever have imagined!

She was 49, and was happily ensconced in a long, uneventful marriage that gave her almost everything that she wanted....almost! She lived with husband Eric in a beautiful little bungalow down a quiet country lane in the Hampshire countryside, not far from the beach, and Mary enjoyed the way her life had gradually evolved. She had financial security, a little part-time job at the local school, a reliable if predictable husband, and she knew her children and grandchildren weren't far away if there was an emergency.

But suddenly, in the last two months or so, Mary had been taken on a bit of a roller coaster ride. Bert, the old widower who lived a few doors down the lane, had slowly but surely seduced the shy, mature Mary until, on one glorious occasion, on a hot summer's day after Mary had enjoyed a wonderful swim down in the bay, the 69 year old Bert had enjoyed her stunning, shapely body over his kitchen table.

Mary couldn't say that she didn't enjoy it, because she did......it was one of the most exhilarating and unexpected events in her life, and she had actively participated fully. It was a fantastic fuck and Mary had devoured every body shaking stroke!

This had been more than a month ago, but she still remembered it as though it were yesterday. She and husband Eric had sort of taken over as unofficial carers for Bert, who had lost his wife some years previously. They ran errands for him, Eric mowed the lawn or took him into town now and again, Mary cleaned and took him in a dinner each day, and they just generally made sure that the old man was OK.......and Bert was definitely more than OK!!!

Slowly, Bert had teased Mary about her beauty, her long, sexy legs, the way all the other older men in the village discussed her sexy figure with admiration, and this in turn had excited Mary even though she was always embarrassed and shy whenever Bert brought up the subject. It had given her a new lease of life in her hum-drum days, and she looked forward to visiting Bert each day.

It had excited her so much that on occasions she let Bert 'accidentally' have a glimpse of her legs while they talked, or she bent over more than was necessary while doing the chores, and she had even allowed the old man to take some risqué photographs of her, with her skirt raised or just wearing one of her sexy bikinis.

It all seemed very harmless, even when Bert and a couple of his friends caressed her bottom and legs in the quiet snug of the local pub one lunch-time, but it really excited the attractive wife, and when Bert finally cornered Mary against the kitchen table that summer's afternoon, she didn't really have the strength or the willpower to put up any resistance. And who could blame Bert?

Mary was still an attractive and sexy woman, although she wouldn't say so herself. She was about 5'9, with short, neat hair, a slim figure with wonderful legs and a superb ass and, just occasionally, she wished that husband Eric would take more notice of her or even be more sexually aggressive towards her. But he was a devoted husband who worked hard, and Mary didn't think her life was going to change much now that she was nearing that 50th milestone. Anyway, she had no time to dwell on all that now.

She and Eric were going to have a week away together. It was their turn to visit relatives.......there were two other children and grandchildren to see, and Mary wanted to see her married sister as well. The relatives were scattered across various counties in East Anglia and the Midlands, so they had decided to stay in a plush hotel in Northampton for 4 nights......from there they could visit a different place each day, see all the relatives, and still have some peace and quiet to themselves in the evenings.

So, Eric booked the hotel and off they went. Eric had also arranged to also see an old work-mate that he'd not seen for over 10 years, and so Charlie and his wife would join them for evening meal at the hotel on the last night, Thursday evening. Both Mary and Eric were looking forward to this well-earned break, trying to recharge their batteries, and perhaps have some quality time together.

For Mary, it was perhaps a chance to get away from the guilty feelings she had about betraying her husband with old Bert down the lane. She wanted to make it up to Eric, to have some time for romance when he wasn't so tired after all those hard days at work. They would see relatives each day, Mary told herself, but she would try and pamper Eric in the evenings, make him feel special, enjoy some slow meals and some fine wine together and Mary had even.......she blushed when she thought of it.......she had even packed some items of clothing that might bring a smile to Eric's face....perhaps more than a smile!!

And for Eric it was a chance to wind down and have time with his attractive wife. He wanted to enjoy her company in a relaxed atmosphere, and he was looking forward to introducing her to his ex colleague, Charlie.......Eric thought that Mary would be impressed by Charlie! And perhaps there was another reason that Eric was looking forward to the short break!!!!

They were in the plush hotel on the outskirts of Northampton by mid afternoon on Monday and their room was magnificent. Eric had really picked a wonderful place. The room was really spacious with a large en-suite bathroom, and the view from the bedroom window looked out right across the grounds where there were beautiful trees, a large lawn and even a superb lake with ducks swimming and waddling about.

It was now June and the weather was warm and sunny, and Mary and Eric were able to enjoy afternoon coffee out on the hotel patio. They couldn't have been more relaxed, and Eric was even more relaxed later when he saw how his wife was dressed for evening meal. She looked wonderful.

'My God, Mary, you look stunning,' he told her as she came out of the bathroom. 'I didn't think you still had it in you,' he laughed.

'You cheeky devil,' Mary came back, but she gave Eric a kiss on the cheek. 'I thought I would make the effort...after all, we don't get much chance at home now, do we, with us both working so hard. Anyway, let's go and have a nice meal and perhaps a few glasses of wine,' and she turned and allowed her husband to admire the wonderful view of her body in the smart attire.

She had put on a black, tight jumper, worn with some amazing shorts. They were also black, and very tight around Mary's shapely bottom, and she finished off the outfit with black tights and bright red shoes with very high heels. She looked fantastic, and she blushed a little as she knew her husband would be taking in the sexy vision.

As they took their seats in the hotel restaurant, Eric had a wry smile on his face which Mary didn't fail to notice.

'What's so funny, then, Eric? Do I look strange?'

'On the contrary, you little rascal. I was watching some of the other diners looking at you as we crossed the room. They were definitely looks of admiration at your outfit, and I could see some of the men having a good look at your legs and tight bum in those shorts. You've really been looking good for the last month or two......I mean, better than usual. Any particular reason?' and Eric looked into his wife's eyes across the table.

For a moment, Mary's heart shuddered a heavy beat. What did Eric mean? Could he possibly have any idea of what.....oh my God!......no, no, she told herself. Put it out of your mind. There was no way that her little indiscretion could have found its way back to her husband. She tried to stay calm.

'Well, thankyou for the compliment, darling. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because we're more contented now. The children are happy and settled, we've both got nice jobs that we enjoy and.......and.......I don't think there's any particular reason. I try and always look smart and....and....if you enjoy it, then so much the better.' Eric just smiled again.

'Well, I most definitely do enjoy it, and I'd like you to keep looking smart and appealing when we have time to ourselves this week...........especially when Charlie and his wife come and join us on Thursday evening. I've always told him that you are an attractive woman, and I wouldn't like him to think that I've been leading him on.'

'Well, I'll do my best. What have you told him, then?' Mary was blushing a little at the thought of her husband discussing her with his work colleagues.

'Nothing really. He's a bit of a ladies man on the quiet, and I'd love to show him that my wife is a gorgeous woman who knows how to dress in a sexy but smart way. He's a go-getter, very ambitious, very confident, and that's why he left the company......to move on to higher things, I suppose. I'm sure you'll like him, Mary.'

'Well, we'll have to see, won't we? You really want me to pull out all of the stops when Charlie and his wife come over, do you? You know I'm quite reserved, so what do you mean.... 'sexy but smart?' she grinned. She thought the dangerous moments had passed, and breathed a little easier now.

'Oh don't worry about it now,' smiled Eric. 'It's only Monday evening and we've got until Thursday to sort it all out. Let's enjoy the meal and have an early night after that long drive.'

The couple had a few glasses of wine with their meal, enjoyed more conversation and then made their way to their room. They were certainly tired but Eric had not failed to notice the other diners again ogling his attractive wife as they left the restaurant. He lay on the big double bed and enjoyed the pleasure of watching his wife undress, and Mary, in turn, enjoyed the attention. It was certainly different from when they were back at home, when Eric was usually snoring within a few minutes of hitting the pillow.

They made slow love on the big bed. Eric enjoyed being between his wife's soft thighs once more and Mary loved the sensation of being fucked without the feeling of guilt on her conscience. Occasionally, she thought of her husband discussing her with his old colleague, Charlie, and 'he's a ladies man,' and 'dress in a sexy but smart way.' As she reached a wonderful orgasm....the first time with her husband for many a month, Mary thought that she might enjoy meeting Charlie and his wife.

They were both asleep within minutes and Tuesday and Wednesday were spent visiting the children and grandchildren in Norfolk and Cambridgeshire. They were joyful, noisy, happy occasions and Mary and Eric got back to their hotel on both nights feeling really tired but contented. Thursday would be a quick visit to Mary's sister in Leicestershire for lunch, and then back to their hotel to await Charlie and his wife for the evening.

On the drive back from Leicestershire, after seeing Mary's sister, Eric had suddenly said,

'Well, that's the relatives all taken care of, isn't it? They all seem pretty well and happy, so we can relax a little this evening, our last evening, can't we? I told Charlie to get to the hotel with his wife about 7o'clock. That gives us a few hours for a rest and to get changed.' Mary was smiling and ran her hand up her husband's thigh as he was driving.

'And perhaps we might have time for a little cuddle in our room before they get here, shall we?' Eric knew exactly what she meant, but was now way ahead of his wife.

'I don't really know about that, Mary,' he grinned. 'I think it all depends on how sexy you are looking for the meal with our guests this evening. I mean, if you are wearing something that I really can't resist, then it might be impossible to resist your advances later on tonight. What about that?' He had put the ball back into Mary's court.

'Oh, that's not fair, is it, Eric? You really want me to dress up sexily to meet your friend and his wife, and sort of tease you, and then maybe you might fancy me enough to make love to me again later on? Is that what you mean?' and her hand went higher up his trousers until she was feeling Eric's cock through the material. It was hard and rigid and Mary knew that the talk was turning him on.

'That sounds wonderful, darling. Yes, I'd love you to do something like that. I told you Charlie was a ladies man......and seeing you looking sexy and smart does something for me as well......as you can feel, Mary!!' Mary grinned again.

'We'll have to see what we can do, then, won't we? It's a good job we're a long way from home.'

'Exactly right, Mary. We're a long way from home, nobody knows us, and tomorrow we drive back to Hampshire and then back to work next week......and we make sure old Bert is still alive and kicking, don't we?' Mary tried not to react to the mention of the name Bert! Eric continued.

'So, I'm sure you have an outfit that both Charlie and I will enjoy.' The journey continued with both Eric and his wife inwardly smiling to themselves, and they enjoyed tea on the hotel patio at the end of the journey.

Mary showered first and then when Eric came out of the en-suite bathroom, Mary was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on her make-up. Eric almost stopped in his tracks at the vision......she looked fabulous and had surpassed even Eric's expectations.

She had a little lacy top on which curved around her shapely breasts, and her tight skirt was wonderfully short, giving just a hint of the hold-up nylons clinging to her long legs. To accentuate her legs even more, Mary was wearing black shoes with, at least, 5 inch heels, and these made her at least 6' tall.

She looked incredible and Eric's cock began to twitch under his towel as he gaped, open mouthed. Mary was also applying mascara and dark eye-liner, and the soft, pink lipstick made her face provocative as well as stunningly attractive.

'My God, Mary. Is it you? You look stunning. Charlie is going to be impressed, I can tell you!'

'It's not too much, is it?' she grinned. 'You did say you wanted me to look sexy and smart......just like this, do you mean? You said that Charlie is a ladies man......and it does make me feel, well.....you know! I thought that we've had such a lovely week, seeing all the relatives and relaxing, that I'd try to make an effort this evening, just to please you,' and Mary fluttered her long eye lashes in such a provocative way.

'Oh, you certainly do that, you sexy woman.'

Eric was about to make a grab for his wife when his mobile phone rang at the side of the bed. After a brief conversation, the call ended and Eric turned to his wife.

'That was Charlie....his wife has got a terrible migraine and sends her apologies, but Charlie is on his way. OK?'

'Oh God, Eric. She's not coming? It's going to be a bit strange, isn't it, you two drinking and eating and me sitting there like a wallflower? Shall I stay here and just let you two have a boys' night out with so much to talk about?' Eric was having none of it.

'Certainly not, gorgeous. You look really stunning, and you're not going to waste it by staying here. Besides, I'm sure you'll find Charlie delightful company.......and I know he's going to just love you and the way you look. End of discussion. I'll be ready in 10 minutes, and then we'll go down to the bar for a drink.'

Within 15 minutes, Mary and her husband were walking into the bar and...surprise, surprise...., heads turned again to get a longer look at the glamorous wife with legs to die for. She did look sexy, but smart and cultured at the same time. They sat on stools at the bar and Mary had a brandy and lemonade to stiffen her nerves. She only drank this occasionally, but it was the last night, they didn't have to leave the building, and Mary was casting caution to the wind, perhaps also being a little nervous at the anticipation of Charlie's arrival.

Suddenly, she could see her husband catch the eye of someone entering the bar and she turned to see a distinguished looking man, smartly dressed, coming towards them, smiling. It was obviously Charlie. He was in his 50s, about 6 feet tall, broadly built with strong shoulders, and his hair was dark with a tinge of grey, swept straight back. He wore an expensive sports jacket, open necked button down shirt and his trousers were immaculate. Mary was impressed already.

Eric rose from the stool and the two men shook hands and slapped each other on the back. The introductions went on for some while Charlie paid particular attention to Mary.

'So this is your beautiful wife you've always told me so much about, Eric. Well, I must say, you haven't been exaggerating.' As he shook Mary's hand, he turned her hand over and gently kissed the middle of her palm, prolonging the act to send a mild shiver down Mary's spine. Well, she thought, he's certainly a gentleman and he smells so wonderful.......she already felt relaxed in Charlie's company.

Mary had another brandy while the men enjoyed a pint each and talked over old times, but both Mary and Eric could see that Charlie's interest was concentrated on the mature woman whose skirt had drifted up her thighs while she sat on the stool. It made Mary blush but it also excited her, knowing that this handsome man was enjoying her figure, right in front of her husband.

They soon went to their table where Mary was allowed to sit down first. The two men sat on the opposite side of the table to Mary, as both wanted to hold her attention, as well as devour the beauty and sexiness of the mature wife. The doors to the restaurant were open onto the patio as it was such a warm and sunny evening, and they began to enjoy their meal as well as the convivial conversation.

Obviously, Eric and Charlie had a lot of catching up to do, but they didn't bore Mary at all, mainly because one or other of the men always came back to teasing her or including her in the talk, but it was mainly Charlie who kept Mary's attention.

As, finally, the meal was drawing to a close, and Mary was on her third brandy, Charlie suddenly enquired,

'So, Mary, you must have been a model some time in your life with those wonderful legs and that shapely figure. You think I didn't notice them, didn't you? Were you a model?' Mary smiled and blushed all over her face. She was flattered and excited at the same time......Eric had been right.....Charlie certainly was a ladies man and knew how to make a woman feel important.

'Oh no, I couldn't have been a model, just an ordinary house-wife, bringing up a family like millions of other women.' Eric just smiled at the exchange, but Charlie wanted to keep up the attack.

'I don't really believe you, Mary. A smart woman with your looks could easily have been a model.....not just when you were younger, but even now! Don't you think so, Eric? You have such a gorgeous wife, you lucky thing!' Mary was still blushing and took a large gulp from her brandy glass as she waited for Eric's reply.

'Yes, I am lucky,' Eric started. 'And I think she would have made a great model. In fact, I think you're right Charlie, she'd be very good now, wouldn't you, Mary? She can be persuaded to pose in front of the camera when she is in the right mood, and her defences are lowered, isn't that right, darling?' The thoughts of posing for pictures again made Mary shiver, her mind going back to old Bert and the way he was secretly building a small album of her in risqué poses!


Mature Mary Attracts More Attention



Mary didn't know where to put her face, she was so embarrassed, but she also felt a tinge of excitement as both men were now bombarding her with compliments. She squeezed her thighs together under the table, as there was just the faintest feeling of excitement creeping down between her legs. Were her little panties beginning to get moist? Charlie carried on.

'Well, I for one would love to take some pictures of Mary if it was ever possible, but I expect she is too shy and reserved to ever do that......what do you think, Eric?'

'Oh, I wouldn't say that, Charlie. She has a very kind nature, don't you, Mary,' and Eric looked straight into Mary's eyes as his hand slipped inside his jacket pocket. Mary tried to protest, taking yet another swig from her glass.

'God, you two men, you're making me blush......I don't know whether it's the drink or the suggestion that I enjoy posing for pictures. You're making me go all gooey and shy! I don't feel comfortable having my picture taken, and I haven't got the figure for it anyway,' trying to avert the subject. 'I just like keeping fit with all the swimming down in the bay, and doing my little job. And, anyway................what do you mean, 'I have a very kind nature!'

Eric's hand appeared from his jacket pocket, and he slipped two photos onto the dining table. Mary gulped a deep breath sharply, and Charlie smiled as he ogled the pictures.

'Oh my God, Eric.......where did you get those?' Mary was aghast with horror!

'I think you know where I got them, don't you. I expect Charlie would like to know that we have a friendly old neighbour who just lives a few doors down the lane from us. We try and look after him, don't we Mary, and I know he has a soft spot for Mary. He enjoys my wife popping in to see him each day, and we've often had a chat about how sexy Mary is.' Mary was going redder with each word. 'Well, a couple of months ago, he asked my permission to take a few pictures of Mary, if she was agreeable and, obviously she was agreeable........good aren't they, Charlie?' Eric smiled at his wife as Charlie picked up the pictures and studied them in detail.

Mary just hung her head as her indiscretions with old Bert were now out in the open. God, how much had Eric and old Bert discussed?

'What else have you been talking about with Bert, then?' She asked the question with trepidation, knowing that her husband now held all the aces in this exchange. Not only that, but Charlie was now party to her misdemeanours. Eric went on, relishing the fact that his wife was now completely at his mercy.

'Oh, I don't think I need to say anything else, Mary, do I? These photos are wonderful, and I'm really pleased that old Bert persuaded you to pose. What do you think of them, Charlie? Hasn't my wife still got a wonderful figure?'

Charlie was holding the pictures in his hands and almost slobbering at the stunning figure.

'Well, Mary, I don't know what you're worried about. I knew you had the most amazing figure, and those legs go on forever. And you thought that Eric didn't know, did you? You shouldn't keep things like that to yourself, you know,' and Charlie, just like Eric, was teasing her now. 'I think your wife has some explaining to do, don't you, Eric? After all, if she can let your old neighbour take some naughty pictures of her in the privacy of his home, I think the least she can do is ask for forgiveness from you. What do you think?'

'Absolutely, Charlie. What do you think, Mary?

'Why haven't you said anything else before?' Mary asked, being totally confused now. 'If you knew, why didn't you say anything until now? Anyway......it was......it was just a bit of fun with old Bert.....honestly,' she tried to feebly protest. 'No harm was done and.......oh God!' Both men were watching her and Mary was like a rabbit trapped in a car's headlights.

'Well, I've left it until now, because I think that perhaps you should have to pay some kind of forfeit and, with Charlie here, there is no way of escaping it, if that's what we decide. Do you think she deserves to pay some forfeits, Charlie?'

'I think you're definitely right, Eric. Mary has been a naughty girl, but she's so sexy and alluring (Charlie was looking right into Mary's eyes, a twinkle passing across the table), so I think if she agrees to whatever we suggest, then I don't think you need to take the matter any further! And, also, perhaps it wouldn't need to affect Mary still going to visit old Bert each day......after all, I'm sure it brightens up his life, without a doubt.'

Eric continued the torture for his wife, but it was leading where he and Charlie had previously discussed!!

'I know it definitely brightens up his life.....he's like a spring chicken when I see him, and I know it's not doing any harm, but................Mary, you know you've gone behind my back, haven't you, but I'm prepared to turn a blind eye.........as long as you agree to the suggestions that we might make. OK?'

'What?....forfeits? Oh my God, Eric!' Mary took a swig from her glass again, and actually emptied her glass. 'What sort of forfeits?' Her head was a little swimmy but both men were teasing her and World War 3 hadn't broken out, so what options did she have? Eric could have been a lot angrier, but it suddenly dawned on Mary that her husband had deliberately waited until his friend was dining with them to reveal all this. Oh, God, she had been set up, she told herself. Charlie smiled at her and spoke for both the men.

'I think you just have to agree, Mary. You are as gorgeous and sexy as Eric told me you were, and a few little forfeits to pay are the least you have to worry about. I tell you what, Mary. I'll call the first forfeit, just to see if you are willing to pay the price of being a naughty girl.'

Mary didn't say anything, but just toyed with her fingers and lowered her head as the two men watched her.

Then, Charlie rose from his chair and bent down to whisper into Mary's ear. At the same time, his hand was gently caressing her shoulder and sending tingles down Mary's body. He then sat down again and waited.

'Go on, Mary. Go and do it and then I'll decide what to do next.' Mary, looking very embarrassed, looked at both men before taking a deep breath and rising from the table.

'You really want me to do this?' she asked. Both men just nodded their heads and smiled at her and then watched her walk out of the restaurant. They then ordered more drinks and smiled to themselves.

Mary's heart was thumping against her chest as she entered the cloakroom. She had been caught out by her husband, and he had chosen an evening out with his old friend Charlie to bring the matter to a head. Oh God, what lay in store for her, she thought! There was no doubt that Charlie was a handsome gentlemen with a glint in his eye and, she had to admit, he was paying a generous amount of attention to her, showering her with wonderful compliments, mainly concerning her legs and sexy body.

All this was being done in front of Eric, her husband, but Eric seemed to be condoning it all and even appeared to be enjoying the situation. But forfeits?.......forfeits?......Christ, what had the two men planned?

Perhaps it was the drink and her sense of not being in control that was making Mary feel just a little excited, even a little submissive, and when she slipped her fingers down into her little panties in the cubicle, a sly caress of her cunt confirmed that she was definitely wet!! Oh God! However, she still didn't have the nerve to remove her little panties, and was going to try and bluff the forfeit!!

The two men watched her return to the table, and she was now blushing again. Charlie took control.

'Well, Mary, have you done it? We both need to know that you've done it!' Mary almost whispered her reply.

'Y......yes.....yes, I've done it.....in my purse!' she lied.

'Oh, we can all say that, can't we, Eric. We can all say 'Yes, I've done it.' How do we know? Put them on the table, Mary, there's a good girl!' Mary was trembling but excited at the same time. She was being teased just like a teenage girl would be, and it was horrible but sexually erotic at the same time. Here was an almost complete stranger asking to see her panties, in front of her husband, and telling her to put them on the table in the middle of a busy restaurant.

'I can't.....I can't,' Mary stammered. 'They're in my purse, I promise!' Charlie smiled and turned to Eric.

'Well, Eric. I think there is only one thing for it. I think we need to continue this discussion up in your room, don't we?' Even Eric was getting excited at the way proceedings were going, although his private discussions with Charlie only a few days earlier had fully planned just this scenario. Eric was quite happy to let Charlie pull all the strings.

'I think you are absolutely right, Charlie! Mary, let's go and have another drink in our room.'

All sorts of thoughts were whirring round Mary's mind......should she protest? ......should she say that she didn't want to play forfeits? Or were the games something that she was starting to enjoy? The decision was taken from her as Charlie stood up at the side of her chair and held her arm.

'Allow me to escort you, Mary,' smiled Charlie. Mary didn't want to make a scene and the strong hand on her arm was giving her no choice.......but there was definitely more moisture between her legs and the drink had certainly helped to lower her natural defences. She rose from her chair, feeling Charlie's arm slip around her waist.

The three of them were soon in the luxurious bedroom, and Eric was pouring more drinks from the fridge. Mary looked nervous but took another sip from her brandy glass......God, she hadn't drunk so much for a long time. Charlie moved straight to the verbal attack. He and Eric had sat down in the comfy armchairs in the room, sipping their drinks, and Mary was standing by the window, her eyes darting quickly from man to man.

'So, Eric, your old neighbour down the lane has had the joy of seeing Mary's wonderful figure. I think it's only right that we have the same privilege, don't you? After all, she failed to complete the first forfeit properly, didn't she?' and both men grinned at the blushing, mature wife.

'I did it, I did it,' protested Mary, and made a move for her purse, still trying to bluff the fact that she was still wearing her underwear.

'Too late, too late,' laughed Charlie. 'We want to see those wonderful legs. Come on, Mary. Will you raise your dress so that we can both admire those legs.....after all, they are magnificent......and old Bert has seen them, hasn't he, Eric?' Again the compliments hit the right spot with Mary and, with her husband sitting there smiling, she knew there would be no repercussions......would there? Just a little look, she thought!

'God, you men, you're awful! Must I?' Eric nodded and Charlie licked his lips, his eyes drilling seductively into Mary's own eyes.

'Yes, Mary, you must,' he commanded powerfully. Charlie was definitely in charge.

Mary's hands nervously went onto the front of her dress as the two men watched every moment. As she moved the hem slowly upwards, she turned her body until she was facing away from the men and looking out of the window. The dress went up her legs bit by bit, revealing her stunning thighs in nylon and, just in case she was thinking of stopping, Charlie pushed her further.

'Keep going, lady.....keep going until I tell you to stop!' It was more a command than a request. Mary was shaking slightly but she obeyed, and her dress continued to rise up her long legs, passing the tops of her nylons to show the tanned skin at the tops of her thighs, and then, suddenly, her little panties came into view. It was a stunning sight for the two men.

There was silence as the whole effect was frozen in time. The two men watched the obedient wife standing there with her dress beautifully hitched up to her panties, and there was no more erotic sight than the shapely form of a mature woman. Charlie saw another excuse to tease and control the situation.

'Old Bert certainly has good taste, doesn't he, Eric? Those legs look so inviting and enticing.........don't let go, Mary. We want to see more!' Mary obeyed again and kept tightly hold of the material. It was as though she were submitting her body and mind to this powerful man who had taken over the events, and then she shivered a little as she heard Charlie continue.

'Of course, we can see that you didn't carry out the forfeit we set, did you, Mary?' Mary remained silent, shuffling from foot to foot but still holding her dress up for the men to ogle her. She had quite got used to her display, but was a little nervous about having left her panties on.

'What do you think should be the punishment for not taking her panties off, Eric?' Eric just smiled and made no comment as he admired his wife's display for his friend. Charlie quietly rose from his chair and walked over and stood behind Mary. 'What do you think happens to naughty ladies who don't do as they're asked, Mary?'

'I don't know......I don't know.........but you two have arranged this, haven't you? I bet your wife isn't really ill, Charlie...is she? You had this worked out all the time, didn't you?' Charlie bent down and ran his hand right up from Mary's ankle to the top of her thigh where her panties began. Mary shivered and forgot what she was saying. The strong touch of a strange hand going right up to her wonderful ass had made her shiver and her mind go blank, and she stood there, nervous but enjoying the firm touch on her skin.

'Don't talk, Mary, don't talk! I'm afraid that we'll have to show you what happens to naughty girls who misbehave,' and Charlie began to rub Mary's bottom all over her panties. 'Lift the dress higher, Mary, go on!'

She was suddenly like a zombie, with no control over her own actions. It was as though the two men had put her into a trance and it wasn't really her who was going through the experience. The drink had had an effect, the relaxed holiday had made her a little blasé, and the fact that Eric's handsome friend had such a strong personality and had taken control of her actions was making her weak. Did she have the will power to resist...Did she want to resist?

Mary, just as instructed, began to ease the dress higher up over her waist, like an obedient schoolgirl, as Charlie continued to caress her ass and the tops of her thighs. Eric watched from his chair, his fingers straying to his slacks to stroke his cock. It was already hard and thick as this was a sight he never thought he would ever enjoy.

He and Charlie had spoken on the phone at length about meeting up with Mary, and, yes, it had all been planned up to a point. He had told Charlie about old Bert taking photos of Mary, and suggested that he would reveal what he knew when they met for a meal. They had agreed to have some fun with Mary, but that was it.....they would see how things developed on the night!

Well, things were developing....fast, and Eric was now watching his old work colleague caress his wife's delectable ass while she was quite willingly holding her dress right up to her waist.

'Look out of the window, Mary, and put your hands on the window sill!' Again, it was more like an instruction than a request, but Mary just obeyed diligently. As her hands went onto the sill, she could feel Charlie take hold of her dress and move it firmly up her body, to reveal the small of her back and the little black panties nestling around her stunning, firm bottom and down between the cheeks of her ass.

'Open your legs a little, Mary, that's a good girl.'

Oh my God, she thought. What's happening? Not only had she raised her dress at the command of a complete stranger, but now he was holding her around the waist, stroking her legs and ass, and now he was ordering her to move her legs apart. Eric's cock was rock hard now and he felt no shame as he stroked it gently while watching the events unfold in front of him.

Mary was breathing heavily as she looked blankly out of the window and contemplated the situation, but the strong hands stroking her were having a wonderful effect. She knew Eric would be watching closely, and she felt her thighs just ease apart a little, as though working automatically.

God, these were the things of mucky stories and fantasies, weren't they? Two men teasing and toying with an attractive woman, one of the men being her husband......never in her wildest dreams did Mary think she might be part of such a scene, but it was happening now, and she didn't seem to have the power......or the inclination...... to stop it! The hands were still caressing her.

'Wider, Mary. Move them wider!' Charlie was quiet but firm and now his other hand had moved around Mary's waist as she was bending over. She was in his grasp and she was completely at his mercy.

'What now, Eric?' he asked of Mary's husband. Eric was shamelessly rubbing his fingers up and down the front of his slacks, his cock now making a tent-like rod at the front. He added a little more spice.

'Well, old Bert did keep saying that Mary's bottom was the sexiest that he'd ever seen, and........he also wondered what it would be like to smack her while she was bent over.'

'No, no, you can't...you can't!' pleaded Mary. 'Oh my God....please!' but still the feelings winding around her body were giving her a sense of sexual pleasure and submission. Charlie kept stroking her and he smiled at Eric as he carried on.

'I think old Bert was right, Eric. Your wife has such a delectable ass and, after all, she didn't carry out the little forfeit we set her, did she? What.....you mean just like this, Eric?' and Charlie held Mary's waist tightly as his other hand swished through the air and landed squarely right across the two cheeks of the stunning ass.

'Ouch!' Mary gently moaned. The smack wasn't too hard but it was the embarrassment and humiliation that made her call out. 'Smack' and Charlie's hand landed again on the wonderful, waiting cheeks.

'Ouch,........oh God!' and she moaned once again, and this time her hand tried to come round to protect her nether regions. Charlie was able to fend her hand away, and his palm slapped her again, for the third time. Suddenly, Mary felt Charlie's fingers slide between her legs from behind, rubbing over the thin material of her panties, easing her hot cunt lips apart as the fingers explored her most intimate parts, and then she felt a finger caressing gently over her clit. My God, that felt good, and it was a wonderful alternative to the hard slaps!

'Ummm.......oh no.....ummm!' she moaned, a little louder now. Whatever her brain was telling her, her body was telling her that this was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. Her husband was watching as another man was spanking her bottom, and now there was a probing hand discovering the wetness between her open legs.

'She's beautifully wet, Eric,' announced Charlie to his friend. 'I think she knows that she's been a naughty lady and deserves a little punishment. Isn't that right, Mary?' and his hand moved up and smacked into Mary's ass once more. Immediately, his hand went back between her legs to caress her clit and feel the wetness in her opening cunt lips.

'Agghhh! Oh my God....ummmm!' and Mary had given up all pretence of protesting her innocence.

'I think I need a little help, Eric.' Charlie grinned at his friend. 'Perhaps you could come over and hold Mary's arms, just so that she can't protest too much!' Eric was quickly on his feet and the two men manoeuvred Mary so that Eric was in front of her, holding her arms and keeping her body bent over, while Charlie was still behind her, one arm wrapped round her waist while the other hand concentrated on exploring the gorgeous woman, as well as occasionally sending a stinging slap across her glorious bottom.




Mature Mary Attracts More Attention



'Perhaps it might be easier if Mary was over a chair...here, just pass a chair, Eric.' Quickly, the two men had positioned a dining chair in the middle of the room and Mary was gently (and quite easily, really) eased over it........she was bent over the chair so that her head and hands leant over towards the seat, while her legs were straight behind the chair, on the floor. Eric was at her head and Charlie was at her rear! Again, a small attempt at protest from the mature wife.



'Eric, what are you doing.....Charlie, I can't.....you can't, ohhhhhh God!' Immediately, Charlie's fingers were inside the little black panties again, rubbing the hard clit and then slipping a finger into Mary's by now soaking cunt. Mary's attempts at feeble protest quietly faded away at the touch. Eric held her head and stroked her hair. He could tell the signs of his wife gently moaning and sighing and he knew that her defences were almost at zero.

'It's OK Mary...it really is. It got me so excited and turned on when old Bert told me about you letting him see your legs, and more, and so I wanted to.....well, I wanted just to see if I could get you excited again, so..........undo my trousers, Mary. Go on!' and Eric grabbed one of Mary's hands and put it on the front of his slacks. Charlie's fingers were still playing inside her panties as he butted in.

'Just relax, Mary, just relax. Here, I thought this might be useful, Eric,' and he passed a blindfold from his pocket to Eric who gently put the elasticated item around his wife's head and across her eyes.

Mary groaned in resignation but still unzipped her husband's slacks and slipped her hand inside. By now, Eric was like a rock and he heard his wife moan again as she slipped her fingers around his rampant cock.

The 49 year old wife could only have imagined such events. Here she was on a quiet holiday with her husband, about to return home the following morning, but things had suddenly overtaken her. She was stroking her husband's cock while another man was behind her, playing with her bottom, smacking her ass and running his fingers inside her soaking cunt.

Mary couldn't say the experience was unpleasant because it wasn't! Her body was going through things that were really turning her on now. To be dominated like this by two men had often been a hidden fantasy, but she would never have broached the subject with Eric for fear of being called perverted. The blindfold suddenly pulled across her eyes had only added to the tension and excitement, and Mary was now 'going with the flow,' and, if she was honest, the feelings were fantastic.

She started to play with her husband's cock, gently pulling it from his trousers, while Charlie toyed with her ass and cunt, and gave her a stinging spank at regular intervals. Eric was more than excited and put a knee on the chair by his wife's face, in order to get a little closer.

'Open your mouth, Mary, go on. Do it!' She couldn't argue and she didn't want to argue. Mary just opened her lips and felt the hard weapon slide into her mouth. Charlie was watching and just smiled as he knew that Mary was now theirs for as long as they wanted.

'I think your wife has the most wonderful body, Eric, and her ass feels stunning. Look at the way it is going red. I think being naughty has done Mary the world of good, don't you?' 'Smack' and Charlie really slammed his palm into the waiting ass bent over the chair. Mary's legs tightened a fraction at the stinging blow, but she just groaned and carried on sucking, biting, nibbling and licking her husband.

Then Charlie did the inevitable.....he gently slid Mary's panties over her ass and down her legs and, as if automatically again, Mary lifted each foot in turn so that the material could be discarded onto the floor. She was now naked from the waist down, with her thighs apart! Charlie admired the stunning view while his fingers went back to work on her legs, ass and then into her sopping cunt.

Then, he slowly put two fingers into her body, with his thumb sliding back and forth over Mary's clit. It seemed to send her berserk! Although she still had Eric's cock in her mouth, her legs started to shuffle together and apart, she arched her back, her breathing became heavier and louder and she was indicating in no uncertain terms that she was enjoying immensely what was happening to her.

In order to try and control her, Eric stroked his hand through her hair, firmly holding her head and now beginning to fuck her mouth in a steady rhythm. No words were being spoken but Charlie was undoing his slacks and letting them fall to the floor. His hands went to Mary's hips and he positioned himself right behind her, between her open legs.

Mary suddenly felt the thick, hard head of Charlie's cock nudging her between the soaking lips of her vagina, and all she did was try and get more of Eric's cock into her mouth. Being fucked by old Bert was a secret that had played on her conscience, but tonight had obviously been planned by her husband and Charlie, and Mary was not about to cause a scene and desist.......she was going to take exactly what was happening to her!



She arched her back a little more as she felt Charlie's cock ease her body open. He felt thick and just as strong as her husbands, more so in fact, and she loved the way Charlie was holding her body firmly at the hips, bringing her onto him and letting his cock spear her gently into the depths of her insides. At her head, Eric was still fucking her mouth, trying to get down her throat, and a gentle rhythm was set up between the three of them.

'Umm, ummm, ummmmmmmm.......,' she moaned as the two men kept sliding their cocks back and forth, in and out of the stunning body. She had never been with two men before in her life, and the thrills and feelings welling up in her body were some she had only ever imagined. She felt Charlie holding her tightly, slamming his hard prick into her, making her jolt a little with each lunge, and her husband was firmly grasping her head as he slid his cock deep into her mouth.

Mary wanted to scream with pleasure, with lust and enjoyment, but all she could do was grunt with each wonderful assault on her body. She let go of Eric's cock in her mouth and her hand went down between her legs to rub her clit and enhance the feelings as Charlie still thrust into her.

With each thrust into her cunt, Mary went up onto tip-toe, and there was no doubt that a shattering orgasm was approaching rapidly........and then, suddenly, Charlie pulled out of her body and just held her hips. He indicated to Eric to do the same, and Eric slipped from her mouth but still held her head over the chair. Charlie spoke as Mary took in huge gasps of air.

'I think that's enough now, don't you, Eric?' he grinned. Mary, still with her blindfold in place, had just been approaching the wonderful climax that she so desperately needed, and now the two men had suddenly stopped. Christ, she couldn't let it end there. They had taken her right up the sexually erotic road, teased her and seduced her, and now they had stopped. She couldn't help but plead now, and cast caution to the wind!

'Oh no...no, please! You can't stop there...oh my God.....no!' Charlie knew that would be her frustrated reaction and was determined to drag her sexual frustrations from her.

'Why shouldn't we stop there, Mary? You've been the very naughty girl and perhaps I should leave now and let Eric deal with you,' but as he spoke, Charlie drifted his fingers onto Mary's clit and then into her cunt again.

'Ohhhhhhh........ummm,' she moaned. 'Eric, please don't stop there, now. I'm paying the price and.......and......oh God, use me if you want to........both of you, just use me.....I feel so good now.........so naughty....please, don't stop there.' Eric and Charlie smiled at one another, and then Charlie continued.

'You want some more then, Mary, do you? Why don't you ask nicely and say you're sorry for being a naughty wife. Go on!' She was past caring now.

'Oh God...I can't, I can't. Eric, I'm sorry for letting old Bert.......ummm....please, I want you to.......to......!'

'Say it Mary,' Charlie pushed her more and more. 'You want us to....what? Stand up, Mary,' and the two men lifted her up from the chair and stood her in the centre of the room.

'I've told you, I've told you.....God, just play with me like you were doing. It was so....it was soooo good!'

'Take your dress off Mary....just leave the shoes and stockings on.' Charlie and Eric sat down as they watched Mary, still blindfolded, fumble with her clothes, slipping them over her head and down her legs, until she was completely naked apart from the high heels and stockings. Charlie whistled softly through his teeth at the magnificent ass, the long legs and the shapely breasts.

'You bastards,' Mary grinned as she stood in the centre of the room. The curtains were still open and the evening sun was just going down over the horizon through the window. 'I suppose you want me to leave the blindfold on as well, do you?' Charlie and Eric were stripping off all their clothes until they were naked and Charlie led the domination once more.

'You don't do anything unless I say so, Mary. Do you understand?'

'Oh God, you're teasing me, just.....just......just make me......,' but Charlie interrupted again.

'You want us to play with you some more, Mary, don't you? You want us to make you..... what, Mary? We both want to hear you say it, Mary. Just say it and then do exactly as I say. Do you understand?'

The two men were again sat on the edge of the huge bed, both caressing their rigid cocks, and totally enjoying their complete control of the frantic, luscious, mature wife. Eric was beside himself with excitement at the whole experience. Mary mumbled and fumbled.

'Do you understand, Mary?' Charlie reiterated.

'God, yes, I understand......just don't stop....please......just make me.....ummm.....just make me cummmm! There, I've said it! Oh God, it's cruel....you're being cruel.'

'Open your legs, Mary, go on, open those gorgeous legs,' and as he spoke, Charlie indicated silently, by clicking an imaginary camera, for Eric to fetch his camera. Eric slipped across the room and retrieved his digital camera from a drawer.

'Play with your breasts, Mary,' Charlie instructed, as Mary inched apart her stunning thighs.

'Oh, God, must I.....oh God,' but she slipped her hands up to her shapely orbs and began to caress and lift them, the nipples by now throbbing and pointing like wooden pegs. 'Click,' and Eric had taken the first picture. Mary heard the click but didn't care...she was so caught up in the erotic atmosphere and just kept playing with her wonderful body.

'Good girl, Mary,' Charlie encouraged. 'Now, just keep caressing those fabulous tits but run one of your hands down over your tummy. Go on, keep going, Mary.' One of Mary's hands held her two breasts, sliding onto each nipple in turn and pinching, squeezing and lifting them, while her other hand slowly slid down her naked tummy and into her thick tufts of pubic hair.

Was she enjoying the submissiveness? Was she being controlled by this new man in her life? God, it was so new, so exhilarating, and all done in front of her willing husband! Mary just shivered at being the centre of this personal and intimate attention.

She couldn't resist the way she felt and her fingers eased through her pubes and easily found her wet clit. She forgot the embarrassment, the humiliation, and just wanted satisfaction desperately. Mary was ripe for anything! She began to stroke herself, moving her fingers between her legs, slowly but positively, and Eric popped off some more pictures of his aroused wife. Charlie wasn't going to let it rest there.

'Does old Bert enjoy seeing your luscious legs, Mary?' Her fingers still stroked her clit and manipulated her breasts.

'Yes, I think......I think he must do. God, what is this....an interrogation?'

'Does he enjoy you lifting your dress to show him your long legs and your wonderful ass?' Charlie went on.

'Yes, of course he does...he loves it!'

'And do you like him admiring you? Do you like him looking at you and taking pictures of you? Open your legs wider, Mary, go on.' Like a zombie, Mary slid her feet wider to show off her stunning, intimate body as she continued to caress her most sensitive spots.

'It's not harming anybody, is it.....he's an old widower and it just seemed like harmless fun. I'm sorry Eric, I didn't mean to hurt you at all. Old Bert is just an old rascal and.........,' but again Charlie stopped her.

'Keep playing with your pussy, Mary. Don't stop. Does old Bert like to take your panties down and feel you?' Mary's fingers were playing with her clit and the urgent feelings were wafting through her body, especially as Charlie was reminding her of the way Bert enjoyed playing with her.

Both men's cocks were solid and thick now, excited by the sight before them and the way Mary was being cajoled into discussing her times with old Bert.

'Ummmmm........,' Mary was getting excited and frustrated now. 'God, what do I have to say.........He loves my company and enjoys my.......my feminine charms......are you going to play with me some more......I need it, pleeeease!' Eric 'clicked' the camera a few more times and then asked his wife,

'Will you do it again, Mary?' She was taken aback by the question.

'Do what....what do you mean?'

'Will you let him play with you again, Mary?'

'Who.....old Bert? Is that what you mean?'

'Yes, old Bert. Will you let him play with you again?' Eric persisted.

'Do you want me to?'

'Yes, I want you to, Mary. I want you to let Bert tease you and enjoy looking at your body and I want you to let him take more pictures of you if he wants to.......but, you have to tell me everything that happens, Mary. That's a condition. OK?'

Mary was stunned but excited by her husband's statement and admission, and just hung her mouth open and concentrated on caressing her clit. Her other hand had now come down and was busy playing with the lips of her cunt, opening them to slide a finger gently back and forth into her body. Suddenly Charlie said,

'Stop now, Mary. Put your hands behind your back. Do it, Mary!'

'Oh God, you frustrating bastard, Charlie.....ummmm......I can't......I want.......oh God,' but slowly she obeyed and her hands ceased playing in her cunt and she moved them round to clasp together behind her back.

'Good girl, good girl,' Charlie encouraged her. Eric took another picture, 'click,' as Charlie moved his naked body slowly over to Mary and went behind her. He took her wrists, which were behind her, and held them firmly together in one of his big hands, leaving his other hand free.

Mary felt excited and even more submissive as she felt Charlie's hand holding her wrists securely. She could feel his breath on her as his free hand ran across her wonderful ass. He kneaded her cheeks, he pulled them apart briefly, and his hand even slid slowly down between the cheeks of her ass, feeling the tight, puckered anus as he went.

'Ummmm, oh God,' Mary sighed. Then Charlie's hand moved around to her matt of pubes and found her soaking again. One hand was holding her wrists behind her back and now his other hand was playing with her willing cunt. She could feel his hard cock nudging against her thigh as he stood up against her, enjoying the fruits of her delicious body.

Eric was clicking off pictures with his digital as he watched his old work colleague explore his wife. He then moved closer and began to stroke Mary's breasts, tweaking her nipples and holding the full flesh in his palms. Then, Eric lowered his head and began to suck on the nipples and, at the same time, Charlie slid two fingers deep into Mary's wet cunt. He pushed them in and held them there, wiggling the digits inside her and bringing more ecstatic moans from Mary's gaping mouth. She was being explored and enjoyed by both men, and Mary could feel her frustrated juices start to rise again.

'Ahhhhhh....oh yes, yes.......ummmmm, oh pleeease!' but Charlie just grinned as he carried on the mental domination.

'Did you understand what your husband said, Mary......about old Bert?'

'Ummm....I think so.....oh, don't stop,' and the fingers pushing inside her cunt caused her to go up onto tip-toe with each thrust.

'What did he mean, Mary?' Charlie went on. 'What does he want you to do?' and then all fingers seemed to change places and move around her body. Eric carried on sucking his wife's breasts but his fingers went down to replace Charlie's who had now moved his hand onto Mary's bottom. She still had her wrists held in a vice-like grip but now Charlie's other hand was caressing her stunning bottom again. 'What does he want, Mary?' he repeated.

'Oh God! He wants me to........ummmmmm,' and she felt Eric's fingers slide into her cunt and begin to push back and forth. 'Slapppppp!' and Charlie gave her a wonderful slap across the cheeks of her ass once more.

'Ouuuuuuuch! He wants me to tease old Bert some more....he wants me to........God, must I?'

'Slaapppp,'and another stroke landed on her stunning ass, sending a tingle and a sharp stab of pain shooting through her flesh.

'Yes, you must Mary. Eric wants to hear you tell us again,' only this time, Charlie's fingers slid down between her cheeks and gently slid onto her tight anus. It brought another sigh of satisfaction. One hand was in her cunt and now another hand was toying with her hard, pink, rosebud.

'I've got to keep Bert smiling. I've got to let him enjoy seeing my legs and my bot......my bottom.' By now, Eric had knelt on the floor between his wife's legs and he had begun kissing and licking her soaking cunt. She tasted delicious.......like nectar.

'Ohhhh, Eric..... yes, ohhhh yeeees,' Mary moaned. 'I'll let him play with my clothes and lift them up if he wants to......God, that feels good....umm.....lick me harder, harder!' She could feel the finger on her anus gently pushing and pulling, easing her rose-bud apart until the tip of Charlie's finger had entered into her hole. It caused a little whelp but Mary didn't care. The licking of her clit and now the finger in her bottom were bringing her wonderful feelings and she tried to cajole each man by moving her hips gently back and forth.

'Keep talking, Mary,' Charlie demanded, and his finger eased into her bottom a little further.

'I'll let him take pictures, if he wants to. I'll let him put his hands right up my legs and.......and......oh God, if he wants to take my.........my panties......no, no!' Eric stood up and held his wife's head while he stuck his mouth to hers and gave her a deep, long French kiss. His fingers also went back into her cunt to lift Mary onto tip-toe.

Eric had never been so excited. His pal was fingering his wife's ass-hole, he was fingering her cunt, she was naked, and now she was telling them both about letting their elderly neighbour seduce her.

'Go on, Mary,' Eric pleaded. 'I want you to do it, and tell me everything. Go on!' She was between the two men and her body was being used like never before. She felt Charlie push his finger into her ass a little deeper, stretching her beautifully, while her husband's fingers were stroking in and out of her wide open cunt.

'Do me now, please,' she pleaded again. 'I want to cummm......I do so want to cummm! I'll let Bert do whatever he wants to me, and I'll tell you everything, Eric. I promise. I'll let him take my panties off if he wants.......I'll let him play between my legs and take more pictures. I'll let him......God, fuck me, fuck me.........ummmmmm,' she moaned.




Mature Mary Attracts More Attention



'You'll let him what, Mary?' Charlie butted in. 'Then, you'll get the fucking you want. Tell Eric.' Mary just blurted out the words.

'Do you want him to fuck me, Eric? Do you want me to let old Bert take off my panties, take pictures of me and fuck me?'

Eric's sperm had risen to such a crescendo as his wife reeled off details of his most excitable fantasy that he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Mary's head and pulled her down to meet his throbbing cock. She felt her husband's hard penis nudging against her face, and Mary immediately opened her lips and allowed Eric to slide in. Not before time, too!!

It was only a few strokes of lunging his cock into his wife's mouth, going as deep as he could, before Eric exploded. He'd never had so much pent up sperm inside him and it just engulfed the soft tongue and mouth of his willing wife. She gulped and swallowed, keeping her lips tightly round the cock as she took everything her husband had to offer.

In his excitement, Eric had clamped his eyes shut, holding tightly to Mary's head and just admitted his wildest fantasy as he fired his juices.

'Yes......yes, Mary......if you make old Bert really excited, and he wants to fuck you, then you must tell me everything. OK?

Mary nodded her head excitedly. She had only enjoyed swallowing her husband's cum on a few occasions but she was so worked up now, particularly as Charlie's finger was playing wonders in her ass, that she gratefully allowed Eric to come to a wonderful conclusion. It seemed to go on for ages but it was the best climax that Eric had ever enjoyed and all too soon, his cock was wilting, he was sliding away from his wife and almost collapsed back into a nearby armchair. Eric was spent.

At the same time, Charlie gently eased his finger from Mary's arse and let go of her wrists.

'Keep your hands behind your back, Mary. Understand? If you move them, I'll have to hold them again.' Although Eric had climaxed and was exhausted, Mary was still on a high and she just willingly obeyed Charlie. Now, he had her all to himself, and she was still wearing the blindfold.

Charlie held her arm and gently led her to the window once more.

'Bend forward and put your hands on the window sill, Mary,' and he guided her hands down onto the shiny wood at the open window. It was still light but dusk was creeping across the sky and one or two people were still walking around the hotel grounds. Charlie went behind the bent body in the stockings and high heels and ran his fingers through the wet matt of pubic hair between Mary's legs. He nudged his rampant cock between the wonderful thighs and took hold of her welcoming hips.

'Want it badly, Mary, do you?' he teased. She sort of mumbled a reply.

'Yes....yes, don't tease me!' Wham, and Charlie held tightly to her hips and thrust his thick cock as far as he could get into the depths of her body. It almost sucked all the air from her lungs.

'Ahhhhhhh!' she groaned, but it was a pleasurable groan. She could feel her cunt slide apart, stretched by this wonderful specimen, and then the cock was out again and slamming back in once more. In, out, in, out, back and forth, lifting her onto tip-toe, bringing her down, and then lifting her body again with ease. Mary moved her body backwards with each wonderful stroke, letting the two skins slam against each other as her juices began to rise sharply. Charlie had promised her the fucking that she wanted, and she was certainly getting it.

On and on he went, holding her in place while he invaded her cunt again and again and again. Endless little gasps and moans of appreciation escaped from Mary's lips but not enough to alert people in the hotel grounds. Had they looked up at the window, they would have no doubt been able to see the top half of a naked woman swaying back and forth, her ample breasts swinging with each harsh thrust into her body.

This was part of the thrill for Charlie. Not only was he fucking this gorgeous woman with her husband's complete blessing, but it was made even more risqué by the fact that he had manoeuvred her to the open window to enjoy the thrilling assault. He still thrust into the velvet-like crevice and now his fingers were reaching round her to caress her slippery clit.

'Ummm........God........., oh my God.......yeeees.....harder, harder,' Mary pleaded.

Eric had found the strength to find his camera again and was busy clicking off shots of his wife's body and her sexual facial expressions. This had definitely turned out to be his best ever holiday and, if things developed as had been said, it was likely to become even better in the coming weeks. He could only hope!

Charlie wanted to get his conquest onto the big double bed, but didn't want to break the rhythm if he could help it. He knew she was very close to thrashing out her climax and a few extra minutes would only enhance his own satisfaction. He stopped his pounding and grabbed Mary's arm.

'Over on the bed, Mary,' he instructed, and he led the blindfolded woman the few yards to the comfortable piece of furniture. Mary was eased down onto her back and Charlie went straight between her legs. As he moved over her, he took each of her calves and eased her legs backwards so that her feet were almost either side of her head. A wonderful sight and Eric fired off some more pictures for the album.

Mary was so vulnerable and available now, her sopping cunt gaping and waiting for Charlie. His arms rested either side of her head as he held her legs between his arms so that she was almost bent double. Charlie was able to slide easily into Mary's cunt and, now that she was below him, his thrusts went straight down as far as possible.

Mary had never felt anything like it. She knew that her husband was watching and taking photographs, and this seemed to spur her on to greater efforts. It didn't matter that each lunge from Charlie's cock brought a hard grunt from her lips as the wind was knocked from her, she was in total ecstasy.

'Uggg, ugggg, ahhhhh,' she moaned with each stroke. She felt as if she was being split down the middle as Charlie pulled out and then hammered his cock back down into the waiting orifice. Mary's head thrashed from side to side, her firm tits moved uncontrollably as her body received the fuck of a life-time. Quickly, her juices were rising and she wanted to kick her legs out in complete lust.

But Charlie held her legs in place over her body, and he seemed to push each ankle down into the bedclothes with each devastating shafting of her vagina, while Mary just had to lay there and take the massive pounding. And take it she did!!

'Oh, God......fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck! Do it to me, yes.......do it.......my God, I'm going to c...........I'm going to..........ahhhhhhhhh!' Her ass began to shudder, her head thrashed from side to side more quickly and Charlie could feel the walls of her cunt begin to squeeze his cock each time he entered her.

Eric was clicking away like there was no tomorrow, catching his wife in every movement of her body, as well as recording Charlie's rampant cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy.

Mary suddenly screamed and her body seemed to tense as there was no doubt that her climax had begun to worm around her body.

'Yessssssssss........ummmm...........that's it...ummmmm,' but then her mouth clamped shut and her body just shook as Charlie lunged in for his last few strokes. He, too, had reached his pinnacle and then, 'whoosh' his spunk was firing from his body into the depths of the waiting wife.

He held himself deeply inside Mary's cunt until every last drop had fired from his cock, and then he quietly pulled out. Mary was still enjoying her orgasm lashing round her body, touching every nerve, and when Charlie lifted himself from her, her hand gently moved to caress herself between her legs. Although she was free and lay alone on the bed, Mary did not remove her blindfold. Conflicting thoughts started to buzz round her head and she just didn't want to see the two men eye-ball to eye-ball at present.

Within 10 minutes, Charlie was dressed. He bent to give Mary a kiss on the forehead as she still lay on the bed.

'Thank you Mary. I can see why old Bert lusts after you. We must do this again some time!!' Mary didn't answer and just wanted to be alone with her husband. She heard the two men talking at the door of the room and then Charlie was gone. Slowly, she lifted the blindfold from her eyes and saw Eric coming towards her. He sat beside her on the bed and they embraced and kissed gently.

'Don't say anything now, Mary,' Eric smiled at her. 'Let's get to bed, we're both tired out!' Within another 10 minutes, they were cuddling gently in bed and were soon both in deep slumber.

In the car travelling home the following morning, the conversation was a little stilted and they were both feeling a little embarrassed. Mary was still the shy, mature wife and grandmother, and Eric still the dutiful and respectable husband. They were both wondering what the other was thinking but it was Eric who broke the ice.

'So you enjoyed meeting my old colleague, Charlie, did you Mary?' he asked with a grin.

'You cheeky old devil, Eric,' Mary came back. 'You had that all worked out even before we left home, didn't you........didn't you?' They were both smiling now.

'Well......perhaps, but I had no idea how things would develop.....and I think we both got some enjoyment didn't we?' and he could see his wife blush as she ran her hand along his thigh.

'So was it true, darling?' Mary carried on. 'You're still quite happy for me to bring a smile to old Bert's face, are you?' Eric's cock twitched in his slacks.

'Absolutely, Mary. Absolutely. But it stays a total secret, and you tell me everything....and I mean everything, that happens. OK, darling?'

'Of course Eric, of course,' and her hand slid a few more inches to feel her husband's cock getting harder by the second. She was looking forward to getting back to her little Hampshire cottage!!