It had been nearly three years since John’s erectile dysfunction began to cast a shadow over the intimacy he shared with his wife, Jo.

After prescribed Viagra failed to deliver, John had turned to self-injection—administering medication directly into his penis. While this usually produced a semi-erection sufficient for some intimate play, it was a far cry from the rock-hard, penetrating tool he once took for granted.

After many difficult conversations, John finally persuaded Jo to consider inviting another man to fulfil her sexually while he watched. The idea was born from longing—longing to see that familiar fire in Jo’s eyes and hear those passionate cries he hadn’t heard in years.

Together, they began compiling a list of “must-haves” for the man who would be joining them.

John was in his mid sixties; Jo was in her early sixties, but time had been kind to her--her skin still smooth, her posture straight, and her energy undiminished. They both agreed that a man in his forties or fifties would be ideal--someone experienced, confident, with stamina to match.

Their research on escort agency websites brought them a variety of options. Some men were quickly dismissed, while others intrigued them with their detailed profiles, explaining their services and preferences for meeting clients—whether at home or in a hotel. Most, thankfully, were comfortable performing with husbands present.

After browsing numerous profiles, John and Jo found themselves drawn to one man in particular.

Robert.

A forty-eight-year-old IT specialist who appeared to take excellent care of his body. Standing five feet ten inches tall, he had a lean yet muscular frame, complemented by a smart salt-and-pepper beard and hairstyle. His striking blue eyes and perfect teeth gave him an air of effortless charm. A non-smoking gentleman who seemed the perfect fit for their first bedroom threesome experience.

John didn’t mention it to Jo, but he’d noticed one profile image that caught his breath—Robert clad in nothing but a pair of Lycra pants, clearly showcasing a substantial manhood. The thought of seeing, and hearing, his beloved wife penetrated again by a hard cock after so many years made John’s heart race with nervous anticipation.

John made the call to the agency and was soon given Robert’s contact number. When he finally spoke to Robert, he found the man to be warm, easygoing, and remarkably understanding about his erectile difficulties. Robert assured John that such issues were far more common than most people realised, and many of his appointments involved helping couples navigate the same challenges.

Robert explained that John was welcome to participate as much or as little as he wished—whether joining fully, watching, or simply being there for support. He emphasised that if Jo ever felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop at any point, her feelings would be respected without question. To ease any tension, Robert suggested they meet for a casual drink a few days before the actual appointment—a chance to break the ice and get to know each other in a relaxed setting.

Their first meeting was set for a hotel bar near John and Jo’s home. Both John and Jo felt a flutter of nerves as they made their way there. John had a printed photo of Robert for easy identification, but he had already informed them he’d be waiting at the bar.

Upon arrival, Robert was the only one seated at the bar. John recognised him immediately from the photo. After a brief handshake and introductions, Robert—ever the gentleman—kissed Jo’s hand and complimented her outfit with genuine warmth.

They moved to a quiet lounge area and ordered drinks. At first, their conversation was light and casual, gradually peeling back layers as the drinks eased their nerves. Robert’s professionalism shone through in the way he approached the topic of sex—discreetly, gently, and with deep respect for Jo’s comfort. John noticed his wife relaxing and warming to the handsome stranger, their laughter growing more frequent as the evening unfolded.

By the end of the night, they agreed on a date for Robert to join John and Jo at home—a plan that felt both exciting and reassuring.

When the day arrived, Robert was due at 8 p.m. John and Jo prepared themselves as if for a first date. John carefully sorted his injection meds in advance, then helped Jo select the perfect lingerie. She chose a blue lace babydoll and matching knickers—one of John’s all-time favorites. With her full figure and generous curves, Jo always looked stunning in that delicate two-piece, and John found himself eagerly anticipating seeing her in it again.

Their plan for the evening was simple and designed to keep nerves at bay. They would share a few drinks to relax, begin their lovemaking in the bedroom as usual, and later be joined by Robert—bringing a new layer of excitement to their intimacy.

Jo took her time grooming, delicately using her epilator to remove the hair around her pussy. She always left a small strip above her slit, but the rest was silky smooth to the touch. After a refreshing shower, she applied a light touch of makeup, slipped into her lingerie, and climbed into bed.

Meanwhile, John had injected his medication and was now in the shower, gently massaging his penis to help the meds distribute fully through his erectile tissue, preparing himself for the upcoming experience.

Jo’s heart pounded in her chest as she thought about the night ahead. Closing her eyes, she pictured Robert positioned between her spread thighs, his hard cock driving her toward the orgasm she so desperately craved—and had been waiting for.

Her hands instinctively moved to caress her breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard, aching with sensitivity. She gently squeezed one, and a sharp tingle blossomed deep inside her pussy, making her gasp involuntarily.

Her fingers slipped inside her knickers, gliding over her smooth folds, slowly brushing across her swollen, throbbing clitoris, igniting a delicious fire. Jo’s breath hitched as she realised—after so many years—her pussy was genuinely wet, slick with her own juice.

Just as she was about to push her fingers inside her moist slit, she became aware of John standing quietly in the bedroom, watching her.

“Don’t mind me, hun,” John said softly, stroking his cock. “You know how much I love watching you play.”

“I’m aroused... and a little nervous,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay with this?”

“Totally, hun,” John reassured her, stepping closer. “We both need this. I want to see you feel pleasure I haven’t been able to give you in a long time. And you need to feel a real, hard cock pounding your pussy again.”

Jo’s fingers moved more deliberately, parting her pussy lips as she welcomed the slickness flowing freely. Her eyes locked with John’s. She spread her thighs wider and began to rub her clit, slow and steady.

John’s hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking in rhythm with her movements. He licked his dry lips as he watched her fingers teasing inside her knickers, bringing her swiftly toward climax. Her breathing grew ragged, gasping as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

He fought back his own release, determined to save his orgasm for later.

“That was so fucking sexy,” John whispered into her ear, his voice thick with desire.

The doorbell rang.

John glanced at Jo, mouthing, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied with a smile.

John went to answer the door.

Robert stood casually at the entrance, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket—comfortable, confident, and ready.

“We’re ready for you upstairs, Robert,” John said with a grin. “We were just getting warmed up.”

“Then let’s not keep your lovely wife waiting,” Robert replied smoothly.

John led the way upstairs to the bedroom.

Jo had dimmed the lights to a soft glow and stood beside the bed, her body silhouetted in delicate lingerie. As John and Robert entered, she turned with a welcoming smile.

John moved to the far side of the room, slipping off his gown and climbing onto the bed in just his pants. He propped himself up, ready to watch the night unfold.

Robert, tall and self-assured, stepped closer to Jo. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a kiss. Her lips parted instinctively, welcoming his tongue. It was the first time Jo had kissed another man so intimately since meeting John—and the forbidden thrill sent waves of heat through her body.

"You look incredible, Jo," Robert said, his voice low. "Are you ready to have some fun tonight?" He set a small packet of condoms on the bedside table.

Staring into his eyes, Jo reached down and cupped the firm bulge pressing against his jeans. “I think I might be,” she whispered.

John watched, captivated, as Jo began undressing Robert with steady, confident hands. There was something surreal—and deeply arousing—about seeing his wife take control.

Robert peeled off his jacket, jeans, and T-shirt, leaving only his snug white Lycra briefs. His growing erection was unmistakable, straining against the fabric.

Jo leaned in for another kiss, this time more urgent. Robert pulled her body against his, hands roaming to cup her ass. Their bodies pressed tightly together, his cock grinding against her through the thin layers of fabric between them. She could feel the heat and girth of him, and her desire spiked.

John's erection was nearly full, thanks to the meds, but he willed himself not to come too soon. This moment—the build-up, the anticipation—was too good to rush.

Robert gestured for Jo to get onto the bed. She climbed up and settled beside her husband. John leaned over and kissed her deeply. Her lips were slick, swollen from kissing, and tasted faintly of her own arousal.

“I want you to lick me,” she panted into his mouth.

John moved between her legs and slowly tugged down her thong, exposing her glistening pussy. He tossed the damp fabric aside and lowered his mouth to her sex, hands gently parting her thighs.

As his tongue flicked along her folds, Jo turned her head toward Robert—just in time to watch him pull down his briefs.

His cock sprang free—thick, long, and veined, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

“Oh wow... oh fuck yeah,” Jo whispered.

Robert knelt beside her and began stroking himself slowly, deliberately.

“I want to suck him,” Jo hissed to John. “I want his cock in my mouth while you eat my pussy.”

John answered with a wink and focused his tongue on her clit, swirling and teasing.

Jo reached out, wrapping her fingers around Robert’s shaft, marveling at the size—her hand barely able to encircle it. She guided the head to her mouth, lips wet and eager.

Robert let out a low groan as her mouth enveloped him. Jo’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tasting his pre-cum, savoring it. She began to work her hand along his length as her lips stretched around the thick head.

He responded by gently pinching her nipples through the fabric of her babydoll top, eliciting a muffled moan that vibrated along his cock.

John pulled the silky fabric down, exposing her breasts. Robert immediately leaned in, his hands and mouth worshipping the curves now bare.

Jo’s breathing quickened, hips starting to grind against John’s face. Her moans became erratic, desperate.

Then, with a gasp, she released Robert’s cock from her mouth and threw her head back into the pillow. Her body tensed—then shuddered.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my god, yes!” she screamed as her orgasm tore through her.

John shifted closer, lying beside his wife. On her other side, Robert mirrored him. The two men took turns gently caressing her breasts and thighs, their touches light and exploratory as Jo basked in the afterglow of her climax. Her hands moved with slow intent—stroking each of their shafts with affectionate ease, her fingers wrapping around them as if committing the sensation to memory.

After a few moments, Jo turned to face John. Their eyes locked. She didn’t speak—but she didn’t need to. He smiled, nodded, and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.

Jo sat up slightly and slipped her babydoll over her head, letting it fall into John’s waiting hands. He tossed it to the chair without looking away.

Robert moved closer, trailing his lips along Jo’s belly in tender kisses. His mouth traveled upward, pausing at each breast to suck and lick, lavishing attention on her nipples until she sighed with pleasure. His tongue traced her collarbone, then her neck, up to her ears. Jo closed her eyes and let out a slow breath as goosebumps rose along her skin.

Finally, his mouth met hers. The tenderness gave way to hunger. They kissed with unrestrained passion—tongues colliding, mouths greedy and wet.

John watched, silently aroused, as their bodies tangled, grinding softly against one another in growing urgency. Robert’s cock pressed against Jo’s bare belly as their kisses deepened, and the air filled with the sounds of breath and desire.

Giving them space, John shifted aside and wrapped his hand around his own arousal, stroking slowly, eyes fixed on the two lovers before him.

Robert sat up and reached for another condom, tearing the packet open with practiced ease. As he rolled the latex down over his shaft, Jo’s hand grazed his thigh, her touch a subtle encouragement.

Sliding between her legs, Robert positioned himself over Jo’s open body. She welcomed him, spreading her thighs in wordless invitation. It had been so long since she’d felt the press of a new, hard cock at her entrance—and she relished the anticipation.

With his arms braced beside her shoulders, Robert leaned forward and eased his hips toward hers. Jo stared into his eyes as her labia parted, the head of his cock gently forcing its way past her folds.

“Oh fuck... oh god, yes,” she moaned, her voice tight and breathless.

John stroked himself slowly, captivated, as he watched inch after inch of Robert’s thick shaft sink into his wife’s body. The wet sounds of penetration, Jo’s rising gasps, the raw need in her voice—it was all more intoxicating than any fantasy.

Jo widened her legs further, hungry to take him all in. When his balls finally pressed flush against her ass, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tighter, holding him there, savoring the fullness. She let her body adjust, feeling the slick heat spread from within as her walls released their welcome, coating every inch of him.

She reached for his face and pulled him into another kiss—wet, deep, hungry.

Between kisses, she whispered into his mouth, “Fuck me with that delicious cock… fuck me hard.”

Robert pulled his slick, well-lubricated shaft from Jo’s pussy and immediately slid it back in, the smooth glide effortless. Jo reached behind her and grabbed the headboard rails, bracing herself as Robert settled into a steady, rhythmic pace. The delicious symphony of wet squelching and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, each thrust a testament to his power and her pleasure.

John sat entranced, watching as Robert moved with controlled force—fucking Jo with a precision and intensity she hadn’t experienced in years.

After several minutes of relentless rhythm, Robert slowed, leaving just the head of his cock nestled inside her slick entrance. He held himself still, teasing her, letting the moment stretch. Jo didn’t wait—she began moving her hips, thrusting upward, sliding her wet folds along his shaft with greedy determination.

She was the one fucking him now, riding the stillness, using her body to find her pleasure. John watched, mesmerised. The sight of his wife in control, her back arching, hips grinding, was among the most erotic things he had ever witnessed.

Eventually, Robert shifted forward, lowering himself onto Jo’s body. He wrapped his arms around her, hands cupping her ass, lifting her hips to meet each deep stroke. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, her hands roaming across his back as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

The room filled with shared moans and rising tension. John moved closer, his hand instinctively drawn to his erection. But Jo reached for him first, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and beginning to stroke him, her grip smooth and knowing.

Robert’s thrusts grew faster, his grunts deep and urgent. Jo began to pant, her cries becoming shorter and sharper as she edged toward climax. Then, with a strained groan, Robert buried himself deep inside her and froze. A heartbeat later, Jo gasped—she felt the pulse of his cock, the unmistakable swell and warmth of his orgasm even through the condom.

The feeling pushed her over the edge. Her own climax surged through her in waves of hot, delicious pleasure. She cried out, body convulsing around him. Her hand on John’s cock tightened reflexively just as he came, thick streams spilling over her fingers and down onto his balls.

John stepped back to catch his breath, grabbing tissues to clean himself. As he wiped away the mess, he looked back at the bed—and the image seared itself into his memory.

Jo lay sprawled, legs still spread in soft surrender. Robert remained on top of her, gently rocking his hips as the last of his orgasm faded. Jo’s hands traced lazy, affectionate lines across his back, her face glowing with that unmistakable post-orgasmic satisfaction.

It was a look John hadn’t seen in far too long—and one he knew he’d never forget.

Still naked, John left the bedroom to fetch some drinks for everyone. About fifteen minutes later, he returned upstairs with a tray carefully balanced in his hands.

As he approached the bedroom door, he heard the familiar sound of Jo’s voice—low and breathless, her words tumbling out in a hushed moan.

“Oh yeah... give it to me...”

He stepped inside and paused, momentarily stunned by the sight before him.

There was Jo, on all fours at the centre of the bed, her body moving rhythmically as Robert drove into her from behind. The soft slap of skin against skin and Jo’s gasps filled the room, charged with heat and raw intimacy.

John quietly placed the tray of drinks on the side table, his eyes drawn to the bedside where a used condom sat, knotted and glistening, next to the torn wrapper of a fresh one. He smiled to himself, impressed at Robert’s stamina—and at Jo’s insatiable energy.

With calm reverence, he took a seat in the chair opposite the bed, watching intently as his wife surrendered to the moment, her body alive with pleasure.

Jo had her face buried deep into the pillow, her hips arched high in the air as Robert gripped her ass firmly, driving his thick cock into her with measured, powerful thrusts. Each movement drew a guttural moan from her throat, raw and unfiltered. John, watching from the chair across the room, knew this was her favorite position—completely exposed, completely taken.

He settled back, mesmerised, as Robert’s rhythm intensified. Then, without warning, Jo reached back between her legs and gripped his slick shaft. John's breath caught as he watched her peel the condom off with deliberate care. With a soft snap, it came free.

She didn’t hesitate—guiding Robert’s bare cock straight back inside her dripping pussy. Their hips collided with a renewed hunger as Jo began to rock back against him, matching each thrust with feral energy.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” she gasped, her voice muffled against the pillow.

Robert’s hands dug into her hips as his strokes grew urgent, his bare shaft gliding wetly in and out of her. Jo clutched the sheets, crying out as she pushed back, impaling herself deeper on his cock, determined to take every inch.

“I’m gonna come,” Robert grunted, his voice tight with strain.

“Yes—yes! Come inside me—I want it,” Jo cried.

With one final thrust, his body tensed. John saw the pulse of orgasm ripple through Robert as he erupted inside her, filling her with wave after wave of hot cum. Jo moaned through gritted teeth, her hips still pushing back, welcoming every drop.

As the aftershocks rippled through them both, Robert’s grunts softened into sighs, each twitch of his hips drawing out the pleasure. Slowly, he pulled out, and Jo collapsed onto her back beside him, panting.

A glistening stream of semen spilled from between her thighs, pooling beneath her. Reaching over lazily, she wrapped her fingers around Robert’s softening shaft, stroking it tenderly, still wet with the evidence of their shared release.

John swallowed hard. His mouth was dry, his thoughts spinning. It had been like watching a scene from a perfectly unscripted porn film—but more than that, it was real. Raw. His wife had never sounded like that before—so free, so uninhibited.

And he couldn't look away.

“Thank you, Robert. That was incredible,” Jo purred, her voice soft with satisfaction.

Robert chuckled, catching his breath. “I have to admit,” he said, “I don’t usually recover that fast for seconds—and I rarely go bare. But with you, Jo... you felt so incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help myself.”

John smiled inwardly. Maybe Robert said that to other clients, maybe he didn’t. Either way, it seemed to hit the right note.

Jo rolled on top of Robert, kissing him deeply, her hips slowly grinding her slick warmth along his spent but still impressive shaft.

Then, after a long, lingering kiss, Jo turned to John and smiled with a glow in her eyes. “Thank you, my love,” she whispered. “You’re something special.”

They took a few moments to sip water and cool down, a comfortable silence settling between them. Robert eventually rose, took a quick shower, and got dressed.

At the door, he kissed Jo gently on the cheek and shook John’s hand.

“You’ve got my number now,” he said with a warm smile. “Tonight was lovely. Don’t hesitate to call if the mood strikes again.”

“Thanks, Robert,” John replied. “That was exactly what we both needed.”

“My pleasure,” Robert said. “Truly. Let’s do it again sometime.”

John closed the door and made his way upstairs, a quiet satisfaction settling over him. Jo was already under the covers, eyes heavy with bliss and contentment.

She wrapped herself around him, resting her head on his chest.

“I love you,” she murmured, her breath soft against his skin.

“I love you too,” he whispered, holding her close.

And together, wrapped in each other’s arms and the afterglow of an unforgettable night, they drifted off to sleep.