Almost 30 years of marriage, more than once I have been grazing alfalfa elsewhere than in my fields! Normal ? Who has never sinned? But for some time, a naughty idea invaded my thoughts, I would like to be a cuckold! You are going to tell me that I may be there without knowing it. My wife is too prudish to be wrong, I'm going to help her get there! Since my recent retirement, I frequent the village bar (Bar des Sports) I made a few friends there, young and old, alcoholics! It's up to me to find the right suitor. My wife being younger than me (she's 50 and I'm 57) I need to find a 40-something old fucker, but not a playboy! Since my idea germinated, I have therefore made an inventory of frequent customers, one corresponds well to the type sought: Philippe! 44 years old, handsome, married but separated, with 2 children. Clean on him. So I started sneaking pictures of my wife Martine. On each occasion, I machine-gun her from all positions! I went back to the Sports Bar, I knew that Philippe went there after work and Martine had to go to her parents. As expected, at 5:30 p.m., Philippe arrives, he is in terylene pants and a blue shirt, he works in real estate. Glad to see me, he sits down at my table. After a banal conversation, I dare to broach the subject of the couple. We are on the 2nd pressure. I explain to him that with my wife nothing more happens, and that I think she has a lover. I show him pictures of her, he looks at them with interest. “She is superb, she is envious! “ Philippe comforts me and tells me not to be alarmed. I suggest that he spend an evening for a drink, so that he can get to know her and give me his opinion. I also ask him to flirt with her if the opportunity arises, that he has my agreement. We attack the "Ricard", and I manage to convince Philippe to participate in my plan. I propose to him to have dinner at the house Saturday evening, I will pretend to have found a workmate from the past. Of course, we will avoid the subject work. Back home, I find my wife Martine. She is surprised by my late arrival, I explain to her that I have found a work friend, and that he is in a bad period! Martine listens to me and sympathizes. I take this opportunity to slip him that I invited him to dinner on Saturday to cheer him up. She answers me: “You were right, it is in these moments that we need support!” I'm counting on you to be nice, I know you're understanding! “ I won't insist, Martine has understood the message. Saturday is coming quickly, the weather is nice, we can eat on the terrace. Martine tells me she opted for a country buffet, it's up to me to take care of the drinks. Martine goes up early to get ready, I go up to observe her, she showers, shaves her pussy. Then she puts on a balconette bra. She puts on a thong of the same black color, and then puts on a light white embroidered summer dress. I go down and leave her makeup like a stolen car! The toasts prepared as well as the table, the drinks cool, I take the opportunity to have a first solitary aperitif, hoping for an evening as I like them! Philippe arrives at 6:30 p.m. Well brought up, he brought a bouquet for Martine and a good bottle of Burgundy! I present it to Martine, the welcome kiss is customary. Martine's eyes flicker, the contact is good. I put myself already in my role of future cuckold, I strip of excitement. I sit Philippe on the sofa, Martine after taking the order arrives shortly after with the drinks. She serves us and without hesitation sits next to Philippe. I try not to watch them. Philippe skillfully sticks his left leg to Martine's right leg, she does not react. The drinks follow one another, the atmosphere is relaxed, surreal. Every time Martine bends over to have some appetizers, her cleavage allows Philippe to discover her tight chest in her bra, he doesn't miss a beat. Martine's skirt raised discovers the top of her thighs. I take this opportunity to announce: “I'm going to get Rosé's cubi, it's cool in the fridge in the basement. I get up watching my two lovebirds. Martine with shining eyes. I hide in the hallway, and Philippe's hand quickly passes under Martine's skirt, she says nothing and on the contrary, surrounds Philippe's upper body with her hands. A long languorous kiss ensues. The hand explores the bottom of my wife, she spreads her legs moaning. Damn, I'm hard! oh how good it is to be cuckolded! I go get the cubi, I take the opportunity in the basement to polish my cock, um, I spit my cum into my hand, I lick it thinking of my slut! I go up loudly to warn the two birds of my return.Martine is still in place, her legs a little further apart. Philippe takes his glass, smiles at me and gives me a look. Martine gets up saying: "I'm preparing the plates," Philippe immediately offers to help and follows suit. "Okay, I'm preparing the dining room table!" “It remains for me to answer.I take my time, trying to spy on their words or movements. I take an aperitif while waiting. More than a quarter of an hour later, Philippe joins me, I serve him an aperitif. He approaches me and whispers to me: "Your wife's ass is hot!" Martine arrives with two plates. "I'm going to look for the 3rd" I say to Martine. Immediately the two new lovers hug and kiss!I give them time to sit down and arrive with the third plate.Martine is opposite Philippe and I to Philippe's right.We dine casually, we chat well and we laugh.Martine is sitting at the bottom of her chair, I can imagine Philippe's right foot caressing her legs. I pour another glass of rosé for everyone, The top of Martine's dress is unbuttoned, you can see her chest and her tips sticking out of the baskets. I say nothing and we take advantage of this beautiful chest. Philippe and Martine are familiar with each other. I get up and serve a glass of champagne, we go to the living room. ...

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