An old friend

[tarr]

My wife is a few years younger than me and has recently lost a lot of weight which has made her look even younger, and sexier. She is very curvy with a very defined waist and hourglass figure. On top she is quite large with very big, broad nipples which stick out even when they are not erect.
We have played in the past but due to timewasters and idiots, we don't really bother much, or should I say, I don't really bother much. I still like the idea of her meeting other men, and she has recently become very interested in meeting an older man.
We often talk about her having a regular boyfriend in his late 50s or early 60s, and I cannot believe how much it appeals to me. The only thing that she didn't want to do is meet him through SH and prefers to just meet somebody in an everyday situation.
She has recently joined a gardening club, and as expected most of the people there were a lot older. Not many years ago this would have been awful, but she enjoyed their company, and she seems to think that the older guys enjoyed being with her. She always dresses up when she goes, but not too tarty as she isn't really the tarty type, well not on the outside.
She became very friendly with one guy who was about 60. He was a widower and had lost his wife about 10 years ago. He came to our house several times to exchange cuttings from our garden, and advised her how to look after certain plants. He was very kind, kept himself fit, and became a friend of the family. She enjoyed his visits, and although there was nothing between them, I knew that she got excited when he turned up, and they spent most of the time in the garden talking about plants.
One Saturday morning, we were in bed having a lie in, as the kids had already been picked up to go to school hockey matches, there was a knock on the door. She suddenly remembered that Richard was bringing some seedlings for her to grow in the conservatory. She put on her nighty, with no dressing gown, and went to answer the door, and I was told to stay in bed. Her nighty was made from cotton, not see-through until the light was behind it, and then it was virtually transparent.
He was invited in and the kettle was put on for a cup of coffee. I was at the top of the stairs watching what was happening, and I could see them in the mirror in the hall. She was making coffee and he was sat at the breakfast bar watching. I knew he could see her as she was in front of the window and her dark nipples were really sticking out.
He offered to help and was directed to a cupboard to get cups, which meant that he was kneeling down behind her. as the nighty was only just bum level, he must have had a good look at her hairy pussy.
After finding the cups, he stood next to her and she continually brushed against him as she made the coffee. He made no attempt to move and she kept moving against his hand. She stayed in contact and I could see his hand feeling her bare bum. She opened her legs and his hand was between them feeling her pussy from behind. She reached behind her and started feeling his cock through his trousers. He said to her 'what about Tom (me)?' and she said he is asleep upstairs. She then surprised me by saying 'I want you again now'. Again??
He reached up under her nighty and pulled her nipples and she undid his trousers and got out his cock. Not huge but a good size, and then leant forward over the kitchen unit.
He moved against her and pushed himself into her in one go. I couldn't see her face as she was turned away from me, but I heard her gasp as she came straight away. He thrust into her hard and fast for about 2 minutes and then sighed loudly as he came into her. They both stood still without speaking for about 5 minutes before he pulled out and put his cock away.
She just carried on making the coffee and they took it into the lounge and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.
He left about an hour later and she came upstairs, had a shower and got dressed, and to this day has never mentioned that she has sex with her new friend. I wish she would so that I can enjoy it with her, but i'm happy to wait until she is ready to tell me.