After their post-coital naps, they decided to eat dinner in and John volunteered to make Joyce’s favorite pasta dish.  He shooed the young lovers out of the kitchen to the back patio. Joyce was wearing her pool coverup, a short, open robe with a tie at her throat. When standing it afforded some modesty, allowing a view of her gorgeous legs and a little more; when she sits it falls open revealing that little bit of heaven that all men crave;  Frank was wearing drawstring linen pants only, both without underwear or shoes.  John wore his apron. He opened a bottle of red and after pouring the chef a glass carried the bottle and two glasses out to them.

While preparing the food he could watch them from the kitchen window.  At times sitting side by side chatting amiably; at times one or the other standing.  Before long he saw Joyce in Frank’s lap, facing him with wine glass in her hand, chatting.  He couldn’t actually see but he assumed that she was seated on his hard cock, not moving, just getting enjoying its full length.

The coupling of his young wife and this handsome black man seemed nearly total as if they were long-time lovers instead of having only their second meeting.  His feelings were mixed; happy at her sexual awakening sad that it wasn’t he who made it happen and of course, horny from watching them.  Their fifteen years of marriage had many virtues but, he now realized mind-blowing sex was not among them.

He called them in for dinner.  Their playfulness during and after was actually a pleasure for him to watch.

Later, John sat quietly in his den as his beautiful young wife led her equally young new lover to their master bedroom.  They were headed for a night of wild sex and he was left to contemplate the sea change that seemed to be taking place in his marriage of fifteen years.

Oh, she made it clear that he could join them or watch them but he was tired.   They had sex this morning; he had played a round of golf; they had sex this afternoon and they had eaten and drunk quite a lot.  He was in his fifties and she and Frank were twenty years younger.

But there was more to it than age.  For most of their marriage, sex was comfortable and nourishing, but not a major driving force.  But recently he had become interested in the idea of Joyce fucking another man.  They began to fantasize about it and the more it didn’t happen, the more he obsessed about it.

Then they met Frank, a handsome black man near her own age who sparked her interest.  A dinner with a lot of wine and a gentle push by John made it happen once.  Since that time he was determined that it would happen again.

Well, Frank is back and the spark is going strong; they fucked this afternoon, had been fondling and kissing each other ever since.  Now they were off to use his marriage bed to fuck their brains out.  He was too tired to participate much less compete.  To complicate matters more, this afternoon she had gotten him to suck Frank’s cock, and he enjoyed it.  What’s up with that?

He could hear their voices coming from the bedroom, at times indistinct, at times her urgent voice announcing another orgasm, begging him to keep fucking her.  Finally Frank loudly announced his orgasm. To John’s surprise, his cock was awakening again.

For a while there was quiet. He decided to go see what they were doing.  He found them lying entangled in the bedsheets and each other.  Frank was on his back with one leg slightly bent.  Joyce was lying beside him with her head on his chest and one leg over his.  Her hand cradled his soft cock and balls in a tableau of their normal morning routine.  A little jealous devil raised its head.  The room was redolent with the smell of sex. He stepped out of his clothes and entered.

Frank saw him and said, “Hi John, come on in.  You missed the main event but the night is young and she’s so beautiful.”

Joyce turned her head and smiled, “Hi darling, come join us.”  She patted her somewhat boyish butt and held out her hand for him.  One of their favorite positions is to spoon with his erect cock in her butt crack.  She briefly turned back to Frank, kissed him and said, “Be right back,” then turned her head to kiss John as she grasped his cock ready to tuck it in its usual place. “I missed you.”

“Is he fucking you good?” he whispered.

“Oh my, yes.  I have never cum so much.  His cock hits something amazing in me and I can’t stop cumming when he reaches it. Look at how I’ve wet the bed.  That’s all from me; most of his cum is still in me.  I’m hoping you will clean us up.”  She kissed John deeply and said, “Thank you for this.  I’ll never be the same.”

He replied, “I thought I was done for the day but listening to you two woke up ‘John Thomas’ again.  I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Well, I’m a sloppy mess but get in there.”  She lifted her leg over his hip and sure enough, a stream of Frank’s cum began to ooze out just as John’s cock plugged the dyke. Her pussy was still stretched out from Frank but it was warm and welcoming and she twerked a bit as she bent forward to kiss Frank on the mouth.  John doubted that he could cum again but this was an important reconnection for him with his life partner.  The last several hours had been all about Frank.

Joyce turned to him and said, “Let me get on my knees so you can really fuck my pussy deep.”  John helped her get into position and couldn’t resist bending forward to give her ass and her pussy a few good licks.  Then he slid his cock into her again.  It gave him a thrill to be extruding Frank’s load of cum out and down his balls with each stroke he made.

Then he felt an extra warm touch to his balls.  He looked down and found Frank’s tongue working back and forth from Joyce’s clit to his scrotum and back.  The sight, sounds and feelings were too much for him.  He said, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!”  At that moment Frank pulled his cock out of Joyce’s  pussy and into his mouth, taking John’s load.  All three of them collapsed in a pile, kisses all around.

The festivities ended there.   One by one, the three of them dropped off to sleep together.

The next morning John awoke with Joyce’s head on his shoulder and her hand on his hard again cock. When Frank stirred she turned to him and grasped his hard-on as she kissed him.  Then, pleading a sore pussy she went to make breakfast for them all.

John and Frank lay in bed next to each other and chatted about what had transpired and the future.  John spoke of his concern that Joyce would no longer be satisfied with their sex life.  Frank assured him that she loved him; related that she had praised John’s lovemaking, in particular his oral and digital skills. They were called to the table soon.

Their golf round was enjoyable for John.  He occasionally noticed touches and glances between his wife and her lover and he found their behavior cute if a bit incautious at their club.  Afterward, he sent them home in Frank’s car while he returned their clubs to the storage room.  Once again he took his time allowing them a little alone time.  He got a few curious looks from his golf buddies, but didn’t care, “Fuck ‘em.”

They weren’t in the house when he arrived; he saw their clothes in a heap on the patio and their heads bobbing in the pool.  He dropped his clothes in the kitchen and went to join them.  They didn’t notice him as they cavorted like a couple of otters, splashing and diving between the other’s legs.  Then Joyce jumped into Frank’s arms wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.  Her breasts seemed to be floating on the water, nipples fully at attention.

Frank’s hands were under her ass, no doubt aligning his cock with her pussy.  After a moment she moaned and laid her head on his shoulder.  Her back was slightly humped and she was moving slowly up and down.  John’s cock started to throb but he couldn’t move to them just then; he was mesmerized.  He was sure that she came right away.  When she finally raised her head there was a very red bite mark on Frank’s neck.  She said, “Oops,” giggled, and kissed the spot.

That’s when they noticed John.  He walked into the water and wrapped his arms around the duo.  Joyce let go of Frank and hugged John, sliding away from their connection to him.  She reached down and guided him smoothly into her cunt.

Frank waded to the edge of the pool and levered himself onto the coping to watch them.  John walked Joyce over so that she could lean in and take Frank’s cock in her mouth without disconnecting their sex parts.  Not wanting to cum right away, John soon boosted her onto the edge beside Frank and buried his face in her crotch.  A few licks, then he moved to the hard cock and tried to deep throat him.  Back and forth he went enjoying the aromas and tastes. Meanwhile, her breasts were being well attended above.  He had one bazaar thought: glad that he had installed a saltwater pool system; no chlorine smell or taste, just sex.

Joyce suggested they move to the chaise.  She pushed them both down on their backs and crawled between them.  For the next ten minutes, she held both cocks while her lips alternated from one to the other.  John couldn’t hold out long;  “Jesus, Joyce, you’re making me cum!” and cum he did.  She took it all in her mouth, kissed him, and then Frank who wasn’t ready for a cum kiss but didn’t gag, quite.

John was totally exhausted; this weekend had been a sexual marathon for him.  He excused himself and went in the house.  He slipped on a pair of shorts and laid down in front of the tv watching golf.  He hardly noticed when the other two crept past him to the guest bedroom and closed the door.  In a few minutes, he was sound asleep.

When he awoke the sun was low in the sky and Frank was gone.