Sharing The Vixen

The humid Gold Coast air hummed with possibility, a sensation that seemed to have seeped into my wife, Chloe. At fifty-four, her body was a map of our life together - soft curves, a gentle paunch from bearing our children, a silvery C-section scar, and breasts that were heavy and low-slung with large, dark nipples. My own body, a larger frame at sixty-three, housed a stubborn cock that had recently become more unreliable than the stock market, especially after a few afternoon beers at our private golf club.

Chloe had been hurt, thinking her lace basques and stockings no longer excited me. The truth was, I was short-changing her. She had only ever been with me, but she had a healthy appetite. She had even joked about the offers she got from younger members at the club. In a moment of drunken despair, I had suggested we find someone to help me ‘service’ her. Instead, she proposed a chemical solution: Stendra.

Our first trial run was a weekend at a sleek Broadbeach hotel. When she emerged from the bathroom, I nearly forgot I had taken the pill. A sheer black top left nothing to the imagination, her heavy breasts swaying freely, nipples prominent against the fabric. A microscopic leather skirt strained over the ripe swell of her hips and ass, barely concealing the lace tops of her stockings.

Heads turned in the restaurant. Our waiter, a young guy with tanned skin and hungry eyes, could not stop staring at her chest. In the crowded bar, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, letting the skirt ride up to reveal acres of creamy thigh. A new, exhibitionist energy radiated from her, and it sent a corresponding jolt through me. My cock, thick and girthy, hardened into a steel rod beneath my trousers.

In the elevator, she reached back and cupped my balls. "That feels incredible," she murmured. "I'm going to enjoy taking every inch of that."

In our room, we were on each other like animals. I pushed her down, shoved her G-string aside, and plunged into her wet, welcoming heat. The drug kept me hard long after my first climax, and we spent hours exploring each other, her mouth and breasts working me back to full mast again.

That night became our blueprint. Once or twice a month, we would have a ‘date night.’ Chloe would dress to provoke, and I would take my little orange pill. The anticipation became its own aphrodisiac. The attention she got - from younger men staring at her unlined, heavy breasts or her ass packed into tight skirts - turned us both on. An added bonus of the pharmaceutical aid was the return of anal sex; her tight back door required a truly rigid cock, and I loved the view of her big, creamy buttocks from behind as I slid my pole into her shithole.

Life was good. I played golf, she took the occasional PR job, and our sex life was reignited. But Chloe began dressing sexier all the time, not just on our designated nights.

One evening, over cocktails, she confessed. "I like the attention, Leo," she said, her voice bold from the gin. "I like knowing these young guys, with their hard bodies and hungry eyes, want me." She told me about two surf-instructors-type in their late twenties who had bought her a coffee and spent twenty minutes complimenting her "Kardashian-level ass." It made her feel powerful. Randy. She admitted to fantasizing about what it would be like to have one, or even two, of those young studs between her thighs.

Her confession made me jealous, but it also made me ravenous. I took her right there on the couch. "Would you really let a couple of young guys fuck this beautiful cunt?" I grunted into her ear.

She smiled, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "That's up to you. Keep me satisfied or share me."

Later, I pressed her. She was open to it, she said, but only with my approval and in the right circumstances. She would do oral, she would even consider anal, especially since so many guys now seemed obsessed with her rear. "They all want a piece of this ass," she laughed.

A few months later, we decided to take a vacation, a two-night trip to a luxury hotel in Surfers Paradise. On the train, she was a vision in a thin, grey sweater that highlighted her dangling, braless breasts, skin-tight white jeans, and high heels. She drew stares from every man we passed.

In the hotel bar that evening, after a few drinks, she admitted to nerves. "I started this just to turn you on," she whispered. "I don't want to ruin what we have."

I assured her the idea of it, in a controlled setting, was a massive turn-on for me. "Then let's see if there's anyone you fancy," I suggested.

She had packed the perfect outfit for the mission: a sheer top, a tiny black skirt, stockings, and her highest heels. We had drinks before dinner, and I noticed her eyes lingering on a booth with two tanned, fit guys in their early thirties. I slipped a pill with my whiskey, just in case.

After a wine-fuelled dinner, we returned to the bar. The two men were still there. Their eyes devoured Chloe as she perched on a stool, deliberately letting her skirt ride up to flash her stocking tops. I dared her to go further.

"Why not flash them your bare pussy?" I whispered.

She just smiled. "Not a problem."

When she went to the ladies' room, both men watched the hypnotic sway of her generous ass in the tight skirt. One, a dark-haired guy with a confident smile, caught my eye and gave a knowing nod. When Chloe returned, she sat opposite them, opening and closing her thighs, giving them a clear view of her shaven mound.

I excused myself. When I returned, two drinks sat in front of us. "From the gentlemen," Chloe said, her eyes sparkling. The ice was broken. The dark-haired one, Mark, introduced himself and his friend, Jason. They were in town for a marketing conference. Within minutes, Chloe was sliding into their booth, and Jason's eyes were glued to the exposed skin of her thighs.

When Chloe squeezed past them to go to the bathroom, both took the chance to let their hands graze her backside. "You're a very lucky man, Leo," Mark said, his gaze following her. "She's incredible."

I saw my opening. "We were hoping to find someone to share her with tonight, actually."

Their interest was immediate and intense. When Chloe returned, I was blunt. "I told them why we're really here." I reached over and pushed her skirt up, fully exposing her naked pussy to them. "So, are you guys up for giving this beautiful cunt the fucking it deserves?"

The walk to the elevator was a public debauch. The men fondled her breasts and slid their hands between her legs, and Chloe responded with wanton moans. In our room, clothes were shed in a frenzy. My stout, thick cock stood proudly beside their longer, leaner ones.

I hung back, wanting to watch. Chloe knelt before Jason, taking his long cock deep into her throat while Mark buried his face between her thighs. Her climax was swift and loud. Then Jason mounted her, and the sharp gasp she let out as he filled her was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts, coming again before he turned her over and took her from behind.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen: my wife, on all fours, being vigorously roasted. Mark fed his cock into her hungry mouth while Jason pounded her from behind, his balls slapping against her magnificent, jiggling ass. She gagged and moaned as Mark came down her throat. Moments later, Jason groaned, emptying his load deep inside her.

As he pulled out, she collapsed forward, a wanton mess with her big breasts splayed and her thighs spread, her well-used pussy glistening. I did not wait. I moved in and shoved my own bursting cock into her slick, warm heat, mixing my climax with theirs inside her.

Later, as we all caught our breath, Chloe emerged from the bathroom. Her eyes went straight to the men's already-stiffening cocks. A slow, dirty smile spread across her face. She walked over, running a hand over each of their balls and up their shafts.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "These feel fantastic." She bent over, taking Jason back into her mouth, and Mark, presented with the perfect view of her upturned ass, was not far behind.

As I watched my wife being taken with such raw passion, I heard her gasp between mouthfuls of cock, "I didn't realise… how good a couple of guys could be. I want a lot more."