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We wanted to get away from winter so we booked a cottage on someone's property for two weeks in January on the west coast of Florida. I figured it was an older, retired couple who just wanted to supplement their income. The pictures were very nice with a cute cottage, an expansive deck between their house and ours, a nice firepit, and abundant tropical foliage. So after eagerly anticipating our escape, we made our way to the given address. I parked the rental car and we wheeled our suitcases down the driveway. What emerged from the owner's back door was a shocker to say the least.

Our host came out in shorts and tee shirt. He was 42 years old, single, never married, a surfer dude, built like the proverbial brick shithouse. I immediately saw the whole complexion of our vacation changing before my eyes. Lizzy was visibly taken and, embarrassed, introduced us to Michael. He showed us around and gave us the keys to our cottage. We thanked him and let ourselves into our cottage. It was well-appointed, romantic, and gave off a vibe of sensual sexuality. We unpacked silently and made plans for dinner. Liz wore a nice sweater and pants outfit with heels that showed off her slender figure. Now in her late 60's, she hadn't gained a pound or lost any of her curves she developed in her 20's and 30's. We dined and consumed a bottle of wine. During our 3rd glass of vino I started to see her crack. My teasing about our new landlord made her blush and she admitted he was cute. She said she wasn't expecting anyone like that to be hosting us. I admitted that I was floored as well. We were both curious about him...for very different reasons.

The next day we awoke to sunshine and warmth. Liz set about making herself gorgeous (as usual), but I noticed an extra amount of care. We spent the day at the beach then returned home. We again went out to dinner and Miss Lizzy didn't disappoint to a husband that likes his trophy wife to look good. When we returned home, we heard guitar music coming from the rear area where the firepit was. We ventured back and, sure enough, it was Michael playing by the fire. He invited us to join him and have a glass of wine. Liz accepted without even looking at me and I smiled as we sat down and Michael poured a nice Sauvignon Blanc. In conversation, we found out he was half Cherokee, half Irish which gave him his chiseled, handsome face. His curly brown hair hung long over his ears and his tanned face and body was remarkable. Liz fell right into a conversation with him about his lifestyle. He was left the house by his parents, he was in the service for 20 years right out of high school, never married, didn't want children, just looking for the next wave. We learned all about his life. He was obviously her fantasy. He was artistic, musical, a talented cook, athletic, built, full of sexual energy. We said goodnight and headed to bed. I was surprised when Lizzy started stroking me under the covers and I responded enthusiastically. When I inquired as to the reason for her sudden interest, she admonished me and admitted "he was hot" as I tongued her to a rousing orgasm. I could only fuck her for 5-10 minutes because of the obvious tension that was building.

Hell yeah

As the next couple of days progressed, it was obvious to see that Lizzy was smitten with our much younger vacation host. She was always impeccably coiffed, made-up, and dressed when we ventured out. We would go out to dinner and, upon returning, inevitably, Michael would be sitting out on the deck strumming his guitar by the fire pit. Liz would look at me and it was understood that she wanted to pursue this opportunity. We would saunter back and he would immediately invite us to join him. Wine was poured and Liz would ask increasingly personal questions about him and his lifestyle.

By the third night it was standard procedure to join Michael after dinner for a couple glasses of wine. This particular night he asked Liz (and me) if we wanted to try some pot he had recently received from a friend in Jamaica. Without even looking at me, Liz said 'hell yeah'. The fire pit roared as we got very mellow on this Jamaican ganja. I sat back and observed the dynamic between my wife and this 42 year old talented guy. She was flirtatious,
obviously attracted to him, and pretty much ignoring me. I hadn't seen her like this since her affair with the much younger Jim 30 years ago. I wasn't sure how this was going to proceed but I had an inkling that Liz was going to have her way with him. We finally excused ourselves, she gave him a hug and a kiss goodnight and we made our way to our cottage. Under the influence of the strong ganja we spoke candidly about her attraction. She again attacked my cock with her mouth and I asked if she wanted him. She stared deep into my eyes and sucked my dick until I emptied my load down her throat.

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We went out to dinner the next evening and she looked stunning in a tight skirt, clinging blouse showing off her cleavage, and nice stiletto heels. I kidded her about her newly revived sexy dress. She blushed and said she just wanted to look good for me. Sure. Sure enough, after a bottle of wine, she posed the question. Would I mind if she sat with Michael by herself when we returned to our cottage. I was a bit stunned but maintained my poise and said , 'of course, I think you should'. I tried to hide my excitement as my stomach started to churn. Her excitement was palpable. I saw her demeanor turn to the sexy woman I once knew when she was fucking Jim's brains out.

We returned home tipsy and I gave her a smooch as she thanked me and said she just enjoyed talking with him. Sure. I entered the cottage, got into my shorts and tee shirt and poured myself a strong glass of Jack Daniels. I sat in the dark and tried to listen for anything interesting out on the deck. When I rose and peered out the kitchen window I realized I had a fairly unobstructive view of the raised deck. The fire was roaring as usual, Michael was strumming his guitar, and Liz was gazing at him adoringly. She looked so good, amazing in fact, as her face glowed in the fire light. I felt a twinge of jealously. They drank wine and laughed and bonded as I suspected they would. It was obvious to any close observer that they were attracted to each other and this was the pivotal evening. Soon enough, Michael put down his guitar and produced a joint that was soon consumed by the couple. They drew closer and softly kissed each other's lips for the first time. I could tell from a distance that Liz was turned on. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer for a lip lock. He responded aggressively and this only turned her on more. The passion was obviously rising between them and I was helpless to stop it, even if I wanted to. He apparently invited her to come into his house for another glass of wine and she readily accepted.

Liz wouldn't return to my bed until 3 a.m. looking drunk, stoned, and well fucked. She tried to feel me out for my reaction and I gave her no reason for concern. She was tired but gave me a brief description:

"He poured us another glass of wine in his kitchen and we stood by his island sipping our wine gazing at each other. I told him I was crazy attracted to him and loved everything he stood for. He put down his glass of wine and started kissing me...and I melted in his arms. I knew he was going to fuck me and I wanted it badly. He led me into his bedroom and he started undressing me as we kissed by his bed. I felt him up and was thrilled to see he was as well endowed as I had hoped. He started fingering me and I frantically tore off his clothes. We fell back on the bed and he entered me as soon as I was on my back. Oh my God, he was incredible, baby. I love you, but this was just incredible. He fucked me good, baby. I guess I needed that. Are you OK with that"?

"Sure, I could hear you from our bedroom. It was the most turned on I think I've ever been. Now I know what it was like with Jim".

"He was as good if not better than Jim with the way he took control and just made me his. I loved it". Would you be mad if I went out with him tomorrow? He wants to take me out on his sailboat". She looked at me adoringly.

Once again, I gulped and nodded my approval for my hotwife to rejuvenate her sexual passions.

So, the next day dawned sunny and bright in Florida and Lizzy set about prepping for her sailing sojourn. As usual, she emerged from the bathroom looking stunning and I felt that familiar twang of regret. But, I wanted this to unfold and only encouraged her to set off with Michael. She asked me if she should wear her racy bikini and I pushed her to do so. She gave me a kiss, said 'thank you', and promised not to be too late. I looked at her skeptically.

She related the unfolding events as such:

"We drove in his car to the dock and he led us to his 40' schooner sailboat. I was very impressed, of course. He looked handsome and I was already getting horny. It was a beautiful day and soon we were off into the blue waters of the bay. He taught me how to handle the sails and the steering as much as he could. We sailed for hours and it was so invigorating. We had a nice lunch that he had prepared (of course) and found ourselves in a secluded cove that he was familiar with. There was no one around for miles except for the few seagulls hovering above. He was so sexy in his shorts and bare chest. His tan drives me crazy. We anchored in this private cove and he opened a bottle of wine. We sat on the deck and relished each sip of our vino knowing it was a special occasion. I had shed my cover-up and was wearing nothing but my bikini you had bought for me. I could tell he was enjoying the view of my body. Imagine that, a 42 year old guy ogling a woman in her 60's.... but I loved it!

He said he had some more of that Jamaican pot that I loved so much down in the hold and he asked me to roll a joint. Of course, I jumped up and disappeared down the stairs to find his stash and roll a nice doobie. I felt an incredible tingle emanating from my pussy. I rolled an expert joint and when I arose to the deck I got a surprise. He was sitting in his captain's chair stark naked and there was a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses on the table next to him. I was already feeling stimulated from the wine and being on the water, so I tried to take it in stride, but he looked beautiful naked and I wanted him. We lit the joint and I sat across facing him in my seat. He asked me to take off my bathing suit. I removed my top as we shared the incredible marijuana. Then things became surreal as we both got stoned and the cove became our private surroundings. I kept staring at his cock and wanted it so badly. It was nice and plump and kept slowly growing tempting me and driving me to distraction. He was pure sexuality by this point and I just told him matter of factly that I wanted to suck his cock. He just smiled and spread his legs daring me. I rose and knelt between his legs and stared into his eyes as I gently lifted his erection to my mouth. I licked and massaged his balls while stroking his cock. I told him what a beautiful man he was and I wanted him in the worst way. I loved the way he made love to me in his bedroom and now I was going to show my appreciation. I gave him a special BJ that he said he would never forget. He actually lost control and ejaculated into my mouth within 5 minutes. We were both surprised but I swallowed all of him".

"At this point, I wanted him to fuck me. I was so horny from the wine, the pot, and being on the sailboat. He opened the bottle of tequila and poured two shot glasses full. He handed me one and we toasted each other as we downed the sweet nectar of Mexico. He took my hand and led me down to the hold. He threw me down on the queen size bed and pulled my panties off roughly. I was never so excited. He dove into my pussy with his mouth and I was ready to scream. I grabbed the sheets as he devoured me. We murmured sweet nothings to each other and I implored him to keep licking my pussy until I came. And came I did. I was gushing all over his mouth and lifting my hips off the bed so he could penetrate me deeper. I finally succumbed to his oral ministrations and came all over his face. I reached for his cock and his stiffness soon found the place where I wanted him and we were again one".

"The boat rocked gently as we became one and became lovers. He filled me and made love to me, baby, like I haven't felt since my earliest days with Jim. We just rocked together like there was no tomorrow. There was a familiarity that we both acknowledged. I asked him to make me cum and cum inside of me. I wanted his young seed inside of me. I felt his cream in my stomach and now I wanted him in my pussy. I knew I would absorb it into my bloodstream and be one with him".

"He positioned himself over me and started thrusting like a madman. We met each other with equal force. I stared into his eyes silently telling him to never stop. I gasped and felt his violence tearing my pussy apart. I only encouraged him. We gripped each other as our lovemaking transformed into rough sex and we attacked each other like animals. He bit my neck as I dug my nails into his back. My legs started to shake as the body orgasm started trembling. My pussy gripped his penis like a vice as he continued pounding me. I called out as he lifted me off the bed and I was frantically humping him as he denied me what I wanted. I kept fucking him and imploring him to respond. He teased and taunted me. His cock was as hard as I've ever experienced and each time he relented and shoved it in me I screamed. He was expert and drove me crazy. I started cumming on his dick suspended in air and holding him in a death grip. I fucked him like a piston driving an engine. He delighted in holding still and letting me cum all over him. My screams had no effect on him. He kept teasing me with his fucking dick and I was helpless in his grasp. He threw me all over the bed and fucked me in every position we could think of. I couldn't get enough. I wanted him inside of me and that was all I wanted. We must have made love for two hours because it started to get dark outside and we were still going at it. We couldn't get enough of each other. I've never been so filled as much as when he came inside of me in buckets. We showered and headed back for the dock".

"While we were on the boat, I told him about some of the experiences I had with Jim and he wants me to recreate one of them.
Would that be alright with you? I could go shopping tomorrow for lingerie and high heels".

Of course, she was referring to the time late in her relationship with Jim when she visited him after we moved out of state. She drove 3 hours to his house to have him cook her dinner, drink wine together, watch her take a few tokes after dinner, and disappear into his bathroom to transform herself into the devastating femme fatale every man dies for.

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Our stay was coming to a close, only two nights left with our young host. Liz begged off the first night to rest and recover from the pounding he gave her on his sailboat. She was sore and needed a day to recover. She spent the day at the beauty parlor, the nail salon, and shopping at high end lingerie shops. I disappeared to the beach and the tiki bar knowing what would be coming the next day. After we moved out of state, she would meet her younger lover, Jim, halfway between our neighboring states. They would relish their infrequent rendezvous' with wild lovemaking making up for lost time together. Later, she would travel Upstate, with my blessing, to stay overnight with her younger lover at his house. She would drive her car into his garage and he would close the overhead door ensuring their privacy from nosy neighbor's eyes. Now in her late 40's, her confidence and assured sexuality drove him crazy and he wanted her more than ever. On one occasion, she arrived, they had wine, and he cooked dinner for her while she relaxed at his kitchen counter. After dinner Liz enjoyed a few tokes and told him to meet her in the living room in 1/2 an hour and to "set the mood". She excused herself to his bathroom with her bag and set about transforming herself into a literal sexual dynamo. Her conversion to a different woman was complete when she sauntered out to his living room in stockings, high heels, tight bustier, slutty make-up, and styled, crazy hair. He was floored and was speechless as he took in the vision before his eyes. When she modeled her skimpy outfit for him, he groaned with delight. Sitting down beside him, she asked for wine and a light for her joint. He complied and gazed at her in awe.

The last day of our vacation was blur of Liz prepping and anticipating recreating her "fantasy date" with this 42 year old surfer boy. I kept a low profile and promptly at 4 p.m., Liz started her preparation. She showered, washed and conditioned her hair, shaved her legs meticulously, shaved her private area for the first time, and lotioned her entire body after showering. I peeked in her shopping bag while she was in the bathroom and my suspicions were confirmed when I saw a new sexy, black lace bustier, silk thigh high stockings, and incredibly high stiletto heels. Things moved quickly from there. Liz wanted to be understated at first to make her transformation all the more dramatic for Michael. She knew she could thrill him with her magical changes in his bathroom. At 5 p.m., wearing no make-up save for a little base and a smidge of eye shadow and straight hair, she kissed me goodbye, grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge, picked up her shopping bag of lingerie and "come fuck me" heels, and left for Michael's house a mere 50 feet away from my thumping heart. My night descended into bourbon and many hits on the bong.

At 4 a.m. I was shaken in my bed by a woman I would term a vixen and a temptress. Her red lipstick made her pouting mouth shimmer and her eyes dazzled with colors. I realized I was staring at my beautiful wife and she had returned from her last night with her new lover. we kissed softly and I could detect the scent of sex and sperm on her. She related the following story while stroking me with baby oil:

" I walked into his kitchen right at 5 and he hugged me warmly. We settled down at his kitchen island and had a glass of wine. We talked easily and I felt really relaxed and comfortable with him. His kitchen is very eclectic and artistic and you know I like that. He was surprised at my lack of make-up and commented on my plain look. I winked at him and told him to be patient. He glanced at the bag I had brought with me. I reminded him that this was a re-creation of a former experience. He produced a nice serving of oysters and we shared them over a glass of sauvignon blanc. Soon, he was tossing a salad and we were giggling over our 2nd glass of wine. As darkness fell, he asked me to light some candles and he started cooking dinner. I dimmed the lights as I lit a dozen candles around the kitchen and the glow created a warm, sensual atmosphere. I opened a 2nd bottle of Sancerre and poured us both a generous glass. Dinner was divine and we fell into a comfortable conversation. It amazed me how we could relate despite our age difference. The glow of the candles warmed our spirits and filled us with anticipation. I had told him about the surprise I had given Jim 25 years ago and I was determined to duplicate that feat. I asked him, as I had asked Jim all those years ago, to roll a joint and only let me have two puffs until I met him in the living room in half an hour. He readily agreed and soon I was feeling the euphoric high of the Jamaican ganja. I excused myself to the bathroom and asked him to set a romantic scene in the living room. We were both feeling the anticipation. With my bag of tricks I had brought with me, I quickly set about setting my hair in hot rollers, applying ample make-up, eye liner, mascara, and a lot of eye shadow. Really slutty, but classy slutty shades of eye make-up. I carefully applied the reddest lipstick I think I had ever dared to wear. It looked dazzling with my eyes so vivid with color. I rolled up the thigh high stockings as my stomach began to churn with excitement. My panties were soaking already. The tight bustier hugged my stomach and squeezed my breasts. I felt sexy and daring. I sat on the seat and slipped into my new black, patent leather, stiletto high heels and felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I let my hair down and watched the blond curls fall over my shoulders. I was getting turned on just looking at myself in the mirror. I did a last minute check, took a deep breath, and reached for the door knob. The living room was bathed in candle light and sexy music emanated from his I-Pod. I strode proudly into his presence wearing the sexiest outfit I had ever worn for another man besides my husband. Jim had gone ballistic 25 years earlier and Michael's reaction was just as enthusiastic. To say I looked like a different woman was an understatement. I oozed sexual energy and he picked up on it. My legs were shapely and sexy encased in the silky stockings. I twirled and showed off my ass pushed up into an erotic shape by the stiletto high heels. I bent and looked at him through my legs and he swooned. I felt daring and free. I did a slow, erotic dance for him and teased him as best I could. The music had me swooning and wanting to be fucked. Finally, I sat beside him on his couch and asked what he thought. He said it was like nothing he had ever seen before and went on and on about how beautiful I looked. I thanked him and asked him to pour me another glass and light that joint we were smoking earlier. We proceeded to get comfortably numb as I crossed my legs and dangled my high heels for his visual pleasure.

"I snuggled up to him and started blowing in his ear. I played with his long, curly hair and nibbled at his neck. I daringly whispered in his ear that I wanted to suck his beautiful cock and leave lipstick rings around his penis. He swooned as I rubbed his thigh moving ever closer to the prize. I found a rock hard dick in no time and pulled it out from his loose shorts. I pulled off his shorts and exposed him to my visual delight. The head of his cock glistened with precum already and the veins in his shaft were bulging. His eyes were closed and his head reclined against the back of the couch. I had him right where I wanted him. I found my pocketbook and pulled out the magic bottle of baby oil. I knelt between his legs and poured oil over his mushroom head. It dribbled down his shaft and I stroked him to spread it around his entire shaft. I felt like such a slut...and loved it. I had this hunk in the palm of my hands...literally. More oil poured from the bottle and I coated him liberally. His cock glistened as I moved in for the kill. My soft, wet lips slid over the crest of his manhood and he shuddered. I enveloped the crown of his penis with my mouth and started sliding up and down the first few inches. He started moaning and asking for more. I teased and taunted with my tongue and lips as he struggled to maintain his composure. The rings started to form as I slipped him deeper down my throat. I enjoyed the visual sight of me covering his cock with cosmetic".

"I rose and mounted him in a cowgirl position. My pussy rubbed against his cock through my panties and I begged him to enter me. I felt his fingers move my panty crotch aside and there he was. The oil on his cock slid him effortlessly into my waiting cunt. I took him deep and continued nibbling on his ear. I whispered that this was exactly what I had done 25 years before with Jim, but he had nothing on him. I thought I had had the best sex of my life with Jim but this was even better. I gyrated and grinded on him like a babe in heat and he enjoyed it. I kept whispering in his ear that he was the best I had ever had. That only he could make me cum like he did on the sailboat. I implored him to keep fucking me just as he was doing. He did. We went on for a long time. I came and came and came again. He grabbed my arms and started violently pumping himself into me. I met his every thrust with my own. The moans started slowly then escalated into his body shaking and him exploding into me with his seed. I convulsed myself and felt myself absorbing every drop of his semen. We kept fucking as long as we could, happy to be united".

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Super HOT!!!!

Did she get in contact with him?

What a fantastic experience and sounds like you both enjoyed it.