Carl ad just turned seventy. Gwen was six years younger than her husband.

Gwen had a slim body. Thirty-four B breasts, slightly sagging and an ass that was still firm for her age. Carl's problem was Gwen never wore clothes that showed her body off. He didn't expect Gwen to flaunt herself, but he got tired of sweatshirts and track pants, full cup bras and granny panties.

Sixty-four she may be, but Gwen carried her age more than well.

It wasn't always the case. Gwen used to take pride in how she looked and dressed well. She changed when Carl got sick a few years ago. Their sex life had been good, but the sickness left Carl impotent, and pills couldn't help.

Carl tried his best to please Gwen anyway he could. He even told her she could have sex with other men if she wanted. Gwen got angry, and that's when she changed. It was as if she didn't want to look attractive.

The real killer for Carl was when he found a vibrator. He knew Gwen was using it and quite often. Carl tried to talk to Gwen, but she didn't want to listen to anything that involved sex.

A couple of days after his birthday Carl was in town. Carl didn't drink much, but he felt like a beer. Apart from the bartender, there was just one customer who was sitting at the bar.

Carl took his beer and sat at a table. Five minutes later, the stranger came and sat with Carl. He looked deep into Carl's eyes. Almost immediately, Carl began seeing pictures of Gwen in his mind. It was a slideshow. Gwen was naked and sucking different guy's cocks.

"How is Gwen?" the man asked, as soon as he spoke, the slideshow stopped.

"Do I know you? How do you know my wife?" Carl asked.

"My name's Vince. You don't know me, and neither does Gwen. I know of you."

Carl was puzzled. Not just about Vince but how those pictures got into his head.

"What would you do if Gwen fucked another guy?" Vince asked.

Carl was lost for words.

"Come on, Carl. You said she could. What would you say?"

Vince looked into Carl's eyes, the way he did before. Carl saw Gwen in his mind again. This time she was on their bed with her legs wrapped someone. Her natural breasts were bobbing to the thrusts of a cock inside her. Gwen was looking up, smiling, and saying how good it felt to have a cock inside her again.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming. Carl, I'm cumming," the vision ended there.

"What's going on? What are you doing to me?"

"It's alright, Carl, calm down. I'm just showing you what you want Gwen to do."

"How? Why?" Carl wanted to know.

Vince told Carl, he couldn't explain.  All Vince knew was there were certain people he could influence.

"You can control minds," Carl scoffed.

Instantly a picture of Gwen naked entered Carl's head.

The image faded, and Vince said, "I could do something with Gwen if you wanted."

Carl became interested and wanted to know more.

Vince took his phone out and dialed, "Hi, Gwen. I'm in a bar with Carl," there was a pause, "No, you don't know me, but I want you to join us. Now listen carefully. I want you to put your white sleeveless top on. That black skirt that zips up the front and black heels."

Carl was shaking his head and smirking.

"No, Gwen. No underwear. Only what I told you. I'll put Carl on he will tell you where we are."

Vince handed the phone to Carl. The grin on Carl's face ended when he heard Gwen's voice, "Which bar are you in? I'm just going to change and come down."

Carl stuttered the name of the bar and handed Vince his phone, "She won't come dressed like that," Carl told Vince.

"If she did, what would you say?"

"She won't," Carl said, "No underwear. You have to be joking."

Vince told Carl that particular top was thin and wouldn't hide that Gwen was braless.

Carl knew what the top was like, "Gwen won't. Full stop"

They had a couple more drinks. More patrons came in, and then it went quiet. Carl looked towards the door, and his jaw dropped. Gwen was walking over. She was dressed in the top and skirt Vince had told her to wear. Carl didn't know if she wore panties, but she sure as hell wasn't wearing a bra.

Gwen got admiring looks from the eight or nine guys in the bar as her breasts floated under her sweater when she walked.

Gwen gave Carl a kiss on the cheek and then looked at Vince, "Hi, you must be Vince."

Vince was the gentleman and went to the bar to get another round.

Carl didn't react the way he hoped. He didn't think he would be, but he was jealous.

"How could you come out, dressed like that. And to a bar full of men?" Carl asked.

"I don't know. I got the phone call, Vince told me what to wear, so I put them on and came down. Like I was told. To be honest, I never thought."

"Does that mean you have no panties on either?"

Gwen didn't answer, Vince was back, "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Carl said to Vince he wasn't happy, and he was taking Gwen home.

"At least let Gwen finish her drink," Vince said.

Vince looked at Gwen the way he had Carl earlier.

"What are you doing?" Carl asked.

Vince said he was showing Gwen how sexy she looked, and how easy it would be for her to get some cock.

Curiosity got to Carl, "What does she see now?

"She sees herself over there with those three guys."

Carl looked over. There were three young men. Probably in their late twenties.

"Gwen's laying on the table now. Two are holding her legs in the air and apart. The third is eating her pussy."

Carl was listening intently.

Vince went on, "Gwen's asking one of them to get his cock out. She wants to suck it."

Carl looked at Gwen. She was smiling a wicked smile, and her nipples looked as if they had doubled in size.

"Stop it. Stop it," Carl snapped.

Gwen stopped smiling and looked embarrassed.

"How did you like that?" Vince asked Gwen.

There wasn't an answer from Gwen, but her cheeks flushed.

"Let's go to my car. It's more private," Vince suggested.

Carl and Vince sat in the front, Gwen in the back.

"Okay, Carl, you know it's all in the mind. Why not let Gwen enjoy it. You want to don't you, Gwen?"

Gwen nodded her head, to say she did.

"You can watch if you like," Vince told Carl.

The next thing Carl knew he was back in the bar. Gwen was on the table, having her pussy eaten and sucking a cock. The third guy got his cock out, and Gwen shared her mouth between the two.

"Fuck her," the one eating Gwen, was told.

While he was getting it out, Carl unzipped Gwen's skirt and opened it out.

Gwen took the shaft. She was fucked until he shot his load into her pussy. As soon as he pulled out, he exchanged places with his friend. The same happened again. Gwen got a good fucking and the second load of cum in her cunt.

The third man fucked Gwen until he was ready to cum. Then he pushed his dick into Gwen's mouth and came in there.

The show-stopped and Gwen and Carl came back to reality. Gwen's skirt was unzipped, the same as it was in their minds. Her legs were open, and Vince was looking between them.

Gwen didn't seem to mind Vince looking at her pussy. Surprisingly, neither did Carl.

"Are you alright, Gwen?" Carl asked.

She looked at him and said sheepishly, "If you are."

Gwen closed her legs a little.

"Don't," Vince asked.

Gwen looked at Carl. He said it was okay, so Gwen spread her legs again.

"It seems Gwen is happy. It's up to you now, Carl. I only ask one thing. If you decide you want Gwen satisfied, you let me be the first."

Carl looked at Gwen's face, then her pussy, and back to her face. Gwen smiled.

Carl smiled back at Gwen, "Come around to our place tomorrow night," Carl said to Vince.