She's 58, but she looks 40.  Goes to the gym every day and takes great care of her appearance.  A hotter 58 year old you will not find.  5'4".  Real 38D's; nicely trimmed bush; tight pussy.  Weighs about 137.  Think of a slightly older Lisa Ann, but with shoulder length wavy brown hair and the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes you have ever seen.  I married her 34 years ago and she is the love of my life.  Regrettably, I've gone bald, grown overweight, don't take care of myself and frankly can't keep up with her in bed anymore.  It's been frustrating for both of us.  For several years now, I've thought about how much happier we would both be if she could find someone to satisfy her needs in ways I no longer can.  I'm sure she has had ample opportunities over the years, but she is very shy and, out of loyalty to me, she has turned them all down.

UNTIL SIX MONTHS AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I called her cell while she was at her hotel while away on a business trip to Paris.  Thought I heard a man's voice in the background, but he was speaking French, which I don't understand, and she said she just had the TV on.  Ordinary conversation, but perforated by the odd giggle now and then, which she said was just the guy on TV saying something funny. OK, but hmmm, could it be? No, it couldn't, but yet......

Three months ago, it was my turn to be away on a business trip.  Things wrapped up early, and I decided to surprise Ilse by returning a day early.  Pulled up to the house about nine in the evening and saw our bedroom light on.  Quietly let myself in, tiptoed up the stairs, made it to the open door in the bedroom and, lo and behold, the surprise was on me.  She had her back to me in a lovely, flattering black negligee I had given her as a gift.  She was on her knees, her lips wrapped around the biggest member I had ever seen, attached to one very surprised looking thirty-ish strapping black dude who was staring right back at me, naked as the day he was born.

I was speechless.  He grabbed his clothes, hightailed it down the stairs and was out the door in about 30 seconds.  Ilse started sobbing uncontrollably, apologizing profusely and saying it would never happen again if I only could find it in my heart to forgive her.  I sat her on the bed, wiped the tears from her eyes, and we had the best conversation we had had in 12 years.  I told her I was relieved, not angry, that she was finally able to experience again profound sexual arousal and satisfaction.  The truth came out about the trip to Paris (a one night stand).  While we had been on the phone that night, he had been nibbling on her ear and whispering to her in French that he couldn't wait to penetrate her.  She gave him that opportunity after we hung up.  While she enjoyed it, he was not a star in the sack, and she decided then and there to have another fling at the next opportunity, even while wracked with guilt over "cheating" on me.

Well, the night I surprised her in our bedroom was that next opportunity.  Ahmad was a coworker she had been fantasizing about for some time.  I explained that I wasn't angry in the least and didn't regard it as "cheating" because he was giving her something she deserved and needed that I could not.  I told her I was relieved and convinced that our marriage would be stronger if she strayed when she felt the need or desire.  We hugged, we cried, we professed our undying love for each other.  We also came up with a plan.

The next day, I phoned Ahmad, introduced myself, implored him not to hang up and to hear me out.  

That evening he returned to our home.  I met him at the door, shook his hand, thanked him and walked him upstairs to our bedroom where Ilse awaited, lying on our bed and wearing nothing but a smile.  I quietly took a seat on the divan in the corner.  He sat on the bed, where she proceeded to slowly strip him, nuzzling him, biting his nipples, frenching him.  It was slow, sensual glorious.  Then she grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands and sucked it with abandon.  I was mesmerized.  By this time, my pants were undone and my dick was in my hand, but they didn't notice or care, so intertwined were they with one another.  That night, he took her doggy, missionary and cowgirl.  They went at each other for two and a half hours.  She bucked like a bronco, screaming,moaning and gyrating the whole while. She came hard three times.  He creampied her once and she took five squirts right down her throat the second time he came, letting it dribble from her mouth onto the sheets.    

I cleaned up my own mess, zipped myself and quietly excused myself, while Ilse and Ahmad showered together.  I was downstairs at that point, having poured myself a scotch, but I think (or like to think) that he took her once more in the shower.  Then it was over and Ahmad wished me a good night, thanking me for letting him do Ilse.  I went up to the bedroom where Ilse had changed the sheets and was glowing.  We hugged and caressed and both slept blissfully.

Flash forward three months to the present.  Ahmad has been back six times since.  Each time I watch.  Each time they get a little more adventurous.  The last time he lubed her up and took her ass.  She took it like a champ and after a couple minutes of it, you could see the joy on her face.  Turning to me, as he thrusted inside her, she mouthed "Thank you."  I just grinned and nodded in return.  One time, when her face was still covered in his jizz, I walked over to the bed and kissed her deeply.  The salty taste was bracing, but I'm not sure if I liked it.  Maybe it's enough to watch.

I don't know where this is going.  I don't want her developing an emotional attachment to Ahmad at my expense.  We're talking it through, and I think she is going to break it off with Ahmad before things go too far.  Anyway, there is this 26 year old client of hers who used to play linebacker at State.  He's about 6'4" and chiseled.  And of course, he's black!