The Old Man

As the years passed Eric's ability to satisfy Alison diminished; they adapted and she worked around him even if he was flaccid.

Eric and Alison worked their 2 hour shifts in the community shop. Eric was well known in the community and supported their neighbour when her husband died. Joy was in her fifties and worked around the village cleaning for people.

Eric asked Alison about her interest in being a "hot wife" as he would like to watch her have sex with other men and knew of her fantasies. Their sex was gentle for him but Alison had strong sexual libido and admitted she would like to receive sex from more than one man with Eric watching. They shopped for lingerie and she tried out a black open crotch body stocking. She slept in this and came lots sitting on Eric and trying to get him inside her.

Eric secretly had tried to find two clean discreet partners to satisfy Alison's fantasies and current needs for men to repeatedly fuck her. He also looked for trios and quads of men who could perform for her. He found a short stay property for them to holiday in and which was private so that visitors would not arouse any interest.

Alison was enjoying life was often hot wet and horny and liked the idea of being on top of different young men although she loved Eric deeply now. They had a happy marriage with mutual shared interests and loved to visit National Trust properties with Alison driving their electric car. They loved the countryside especially the County of Kent, the "Garden of England".

Eric confirmed the holiday let and two men in their 20's would travel to join them. He told Alison who was particularly excited to take a week off work and explore sex with strangers. The property was ideal and on their second evening Alison showered and slipped on her black body stocking. She wore a pink feathered carnival mask and had some butterflies in her stomach but sex with strangers excited her and she had used plenty of lube and had lots of condoms in the bedroom. Her heart rate rose when she heard the arrival of men and the shower in use. She was aching to mount strangers and ride them.

Eric entered with cold drink for her to use and left the bedroom door open. Two young men entered and admired her open legged on the bed. They each spread her and licked all around the open crotch body stocking playing with her hard nipples and sucking her breasts. They both licked around her cunt lips pulling her flaps wide open. The first slipped on a condom and lube and lay beside her. She mounted him and his long cock and was able to get much of his length deep inside then moved up his shaft to his foreskin and begin to work quickly up and down feeling close to the edge of her orgasm, He slowed and Alison played with his smooth chest and flicked her tongue around his nipples then pumped herself hard up and down his cock until she very nearly came. She whispered to him " I love fucking a stranger for my old man." The guy was breathing heavily as he stroked his muscular forearms then went hard up and down his cock and felt her erect clit giving her no alternative but to let herself come in a series of orgasms as her stranger groaned and couldn't prevent shooting inside her tight grip and noisy cunt.

When she stopped coming she felt his cock shrinking and sliding out. She sipped a drink and stood open legged against a wall whilst the stranger put lube on the cock. "Now you fuck me" she said. He was excited by her posh voice and grateful to have sex after months without anyone. He was gentle didn't want to hurt her and went for a slow entry fuck. She had her hands around his neck and soon had her thighs around his sides and back. He realised she was light and began to move around the bed and into the the next room now humping her deep. Alison started to come and didn't stop she wanted to scream with intense pleasure of a younger stud fucking her hard. "Oh fuck fuck fuck " she repeated and he was excited to her hear "posh" voice talking like that. He managed to edge twice but her continuous tight hot orgasms got him eventually and he came a dozen spurts through sheer excitement.

"Do you want a pee love?" the stranger waiting to fuck her said.

"Yes either of you want to watch me pee?"

Both watched as she stood in the wet room and peed hard and long up the wall of the room, then flicked the shower on.

"You have a lovely wide open cunt love."

"Never seen a woman pee it's wonderful."

She was perspiring and wiped herself down. She was full of dripping lube and her own cum. the body stocking was wet and so she took it off and walked naked back to the bedroom where a pile of pillows had been built for her to support her belly and the strangers took it in turns, one to fuck from behind the other to suck each nipple. Eric was delighted that the two men were into a third hour of pumping Alison and she was coming continuously. He had a rare erection watching her cunt open so wide and hearing her voice her excitement. Eventually both strangers reached the point of both being limp and drained.

They showered again dressed and left their job done and both offering to service Alison again if she wanted them.

Alison was exhausted, showered and then snuggled Eric naked in bed for the night. She had put some vaginal cream in overnight to make sure she didn't wake feeling dry or itchy. She knew she had been fucked for hours but was comfortable large and her clit was very happy still she could feel it hard between her legs.

They slept in next morning and wondered how many times the men had done it; and how high Alison's orgasm count had been. Alison felt very high over breakfast which Eric prepared. He suggested a quiet morning nap kind of day for them and she nodded. She was tired and inside she knew she had had so much cock but it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Eric told her she had been wide open when she came to bed.

They cuddled and enjoyed the rest of their holiday.

Life resumed as normal warm, cosy and loving each other. Eric catered for Alison on the days she worked from home and they would eat out or spoil themselves in the evening.

Eric was serving in the shop one day, Alison in meetings in London. Eric was nearing the end of his two hours and feeling very hot when he became breathless and was hit by chest pain. He was released from his shift and told to lie down by the first aider. The defibrillator was in use and began to shock him before the paramedics arrived and took over. Eric was unconscious and never knew that he was carried to an air ambulance and flown to hospital. He arrested twice in the air and again at the Trauma Centre. The Coronary Care team saved him and inserted two stents and took him to recovery. His heart failed again and he was pronounced dead.

Alison had been called first by Eric's mobile phone alerting her that he was in emergency and then tracing his journey to a South London Trauma Centre. She arrived to see him barely conscious and to hold his hand before his heart finally stopped.

Alison could not cry. He had been a wonderful husband and lover and his wish had been to be buried in the Churchyard at Ide Hill. The church was full for the burial service and "Eric's granddaughter" was comforted by all and Alison continued to serve at the Community shop (and still does). No one but the churchwardens and former vicar knew Alison was Eric's wife, married in the church Eric loved. Alison bought a bench to commemorate the view Eric loved so much. Alison missed him dreadfully but she was young and widow hood did not mean she was celibate. But that is another part of her story.