For those of you that read the first part of this story you know that my wife is 44 years old, has only been with me, and is pretty hot. I’m 50 years old and am lucky to be with Christine.
We volunteer annually at the VFW during Veterans’ Day and because my wife is good looking she attracts a lot of attention. I repeatedly told her they loved her body, but she didn’t believe me. Last year, one vet named Bob, really felt her up and got her motor running.
On the drive home from serving, Christine quietly told me I was right. “About what?” I asked.
“About Bob,” she said. “Did you see what he did?”
I lied and told her that I only saw her leave to go to the restroom. I told her I was worried about her because she was gone for a bit.
She then told me how he fingered her through her slacks. How he pushed up so hard he made contact with her clit. She even said his thumb was playing with her asshole. She was worried that others might see.
“How did that make you feel?” I asked. I could feel my erection growing.
“I don’t know. I do have to admit that I did get a bit wet when he tried to finger me. And you know how I like to have my bottom played with.”
“What do you want to do about it? I mean it was nice that you gave an old man, a veteran a thrill. I’m sure he hasn’t been with a woman since his wife died and that’s been a long time.”
“Mmmm.” She moaned, thinking about how he must feel. “I’m not sure what to do about it. What do you think?”
“I’m sure he enjoyed the closeness of a woman. Would you like to invite him over for dinner some time? I know that I can contact him and invite him over. You’ve always said that he keeps himself in good shape.”
“What are you saying? Do you want me to fuck him?” She looked astonished.
“No, you’re misunderstanding me. I’m sure he would like a home cooked meal. I’m sure he would like being close to you again.” I reached over, putting my hand on her thigh. “And besides I can tell you’re a bit turned on. Your nipples are sticking out, your face is flushed as if you’re nearing orgasm, and your crotch is extremely warm. I bet if I pushed between your legs, I might find some moisture.”
She again blushed.
“It might be nice to have him over. Why don’t you set it up” She said.
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Upon returning home, Christine went up to our bedroom to change and I followed. As she removed her sheer top, her hard nipples immediately popped into view through her lacy bra. She then took off her black slacks and I couldn’t believe that she had soaked through. There was a major wet spot visible.
I commented on it and she looked down and blushed. “I’m sorry. Bob really got me hot when he tried to finger me through my slacks.”
“I guess he did.” I said and moved closer. I could smell the scent of aroused female. I reached for her and kissed her gently while rolling one nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned so I ventured on. My other hand lowered to the crotch of her panties and pressed in.
“Oh, yes, touch me, Bob.” She said and looked at me and smiled.
I pushed in and the crotch of her bikini panties disappeared between her fur lined lips. I could feel her wetness and her clit hardening. Her labia was engorged and full. I knew she was turned on and I pushed her on the bed.
That night we fucked like rabbits. Something we rarely did anymore, not that our sex life was bad, but we had been married 22 years. I know she doesn’t like to suck cock, her only other boyfriend had shot a load in her mouth prematurely and without warning when she was only 16, so she avoided this task. Tonight she did kiss my cock, and did suck the head for a minute while I used two fingers in her. I flooded her pussy more than once that night before we fell fast asleep.
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The next morning we woke up and the first thing out of her mouth was, “When should we have Bob over for dinner?”
I knew that I would have to invite him over soon so I called my buddy who worked with the veterans, providing them resources and asked him about Bob. I told him that Christine and I took a liking to him and we would like to invite him over for dinner, that Christine thought he was funny. My buddy told me to be careful, Bob can be quite a ladies man, and I laughed. He said that he was actually meeting with Bob that afternoon and could give him our phone number if we liked. I asked him to do so.