Getting wife to fuck other men chapter (1)

I have always fancied the idea of my wife having sex with another man, she’d had a lover during her first marriage, I wanted to replicate that scenario,

Back in 1972 Margie was a 24yr old 37-24-36 black haired beauty, 5ft1in tall who was in a unloved marriage, the mother of two little boys, 3yrs and 5yrs, she was sexually starved, so much so that she let Trevor a family friend seduce her, while her husband Roy was at work Trevor would call and fuck Margie promising that he would leave his wife and they would set up home together, Trevor’s promises were just empty promises, he had no intention of leaving his wife, all he was interested in was getting his cock into Margies cunt and filling her with spunk.

The first time I clapped eyes on Margie was when I did some work on there house, she was always dressed conservatively, dress to just about her knees and I found her quite shy, Margie was doing some baking and I remarked how it smelt good, she said she was baking buns for the church jamboree on the Sunday, there was no hint at that time that she was straying, who’d believe a shy church going wife would be spreading her thighs to a unscrupulous family friend.

While I was working at Roy and Margies, Trevor would call and have a coffee with Margie, sometimes Roy would be there so it seemed a natural arrangement, one day Trevor called when Roy was at work, I had been up on the roof of house doing some work, I came down to get some more cement and decided to use the loo before going back up on roof, I walked in and there was Trevor with his hand up Margies dress quite obviously fingering her church going twat, I reckoned not to have seen anything and went to toilet, when I returne Trevor had gone and Margie was looking sheepish.
For the rest of the day I kept thinking about what I’d witnessed, Margie a church going wife, could she really be a adulterous bitch, had I misinterpreted what I had seen, no! there was no mistaking Trevor’s hand had been up her dress,

Working in and around people’s homes I was always on the lookout for wayward wives to hit on, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to come across a shy church going wife like Margie, I decided to drop Margie a hint that I’d seen Trevor playing with her, I started out by saying that Trevor seemed a good friend, Margie blushed and said that he was really a friend of Roy’s, I said he looked to be a friend of hers when I had walked in.

Margie began to cry begging me not to tell Roy, that her marriage to Roy was not a happy one, Trevor had promised to leave his wife and take her away from it all, she now realised that Trevor would never leave his wife but she had continued having sex with him, seeing how desperate she was to keep her adulterous affair I told her that her secret was safe with me, secret, that I myself was in a poor marriage and knew how she felt.

I couldn’t get it out of my mind what I had witnessed and a few days later I asked Margie if she fancied meeting me one night, we could go for a drink and have a chat, to my surprise Margie said ok but just a drink and a chat, I was happy with that, I thought that if I could get a few drinks into her she would loosen up and I could exploit the situation.

A few nights later I picked Margie up about half a mile away from her home, we went to a countryside pub had a couple of drinks and being the perfect gentleman I drove her back to near her home, we kissed and I let my hand wander onto her tits, she tenced but didn’t tell me to stop, I got my up into her jumper and found a nice solid tit, her nipple was swollen and hard, she was obviously aroused, I knew that if I played my cards right I could have this church going wife’s pussy, we arranged to meet again the following week same place,same time.

Before I met Margie again I was determined to make the most of the situation, I did what I had done with other wayward wives, I went and had a word with Gordon and Jack one in his late 60s the other in his 70s, they were a couple of renowned “doggers”, known as peeping toms in those day, they hung about a local lovers lane and common watching young couples in cars fucking, they told me that they had caught many a young bitch with her knickers down, oblivious to the fact they had seen her young hairy twat..

After picking up Margie and having a drink at pub I headed to the dogging venue, I had warned Gordon and Jack that Margie would be nervous and not to expect much, I had cleaned out my van of my builders tools and laid a nice clean rug I had aquired for such a vents, after a bit of kissing and fumbling I had got a nice warm solid tit in my hand, when my hand ventured to the hem of her skirt she was hesitant, I forcefully thrust my hand up her skirt, all the time Margie was telling me to stop it, she was still saying no as her knickers and tights were down to her knees, as I began stroking her hairy bush she began to breath more heavily, her thighs started to part, my fingers parted the church going wife’s hairy twat and slipped inside.
After a few minutes of finger pie Margie was ready to be introduced to the rear of my van, after a half hearted protest Margie was in the back of my van, her tights and knickers were now cast to the van floor, with her skirt up as far as it would go Margies Christian cunt was on show, Gordon and Jack two guys old enough to be Margies grandfather's were now viewing her hairy mound, I had Margie playing with my cock which was at bursting point, I quickly mounted her and suck my rampant cock into her twat, she was wet through, her love juicers were running out of her, the spunkiest twat I had ever fucked…..end of chapter (1)