Lead me not into temptation...

Avoiding escorts isn't a problem at the moment (despite the temptation), as my wife is doing her level best to leave me weak-kneed with sexual exhaustion. In the last five days, I have had seven orgasms (all whilst making love to Mrs S, for those that think I'm a wanker...). If I booked an escort, it would have to be for a rest!

Mrs S claims to be knocking on 35 big O's over the same period and, whilst I haven't been keeping count, it can't be far off. She just is a sexual dynamo at the moment.

Take last night for instance. We were out for dinner. There she was sashaying into the restaurant before me wearing a tight fitting top, a short brown velvet skirt, fishnet stockings and those bloody boots again. She looked sensational and male eyes were watching her across the room. I also knew that underneath there was some sexy Agent Provocateur underwear. She dresses this way when she wants my attention (and was succeeding, I might add).

We slipped into a corner table and sipped on some champagne.

Conversation started slowly, discussing how the kids were settling back into school but my mind wasn't on it. My hand slipped below the table cloth and stroked her thigh. My fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt but I could not easily reach her stocking tops. I left it there till we had ordered before I adjusted my position to enable me to touch her bare flesh. She jumped but gaveme a knowing smile so I caressed her bare thigh, looping my finger around the straps of her suspender belt. I was tumescing under the table and I knew my wife wasn't totally focused on the conversation.

The starters came and I told the wife to slip closer to me. She was nervous and shot a look around the restaurant. "Where is this going? Who can see us? Who here knows us?" she was thinking. I didn't really care. My hand reached further up her thigh and her legs clenched shut. "No!" she whispered, "Not here!" But it was too late. My hand was fluttering across her bare skin and I felt her legs relax and part. Lucky I had ordered soup - one-handed food...
My fingers began to stray under the silk of her lingerie, as I casually supped my soup. I found her labia - soaking wet already - and gently teased them, feeling the slickness on my fingers. The index finger slipped inside and there was a little gasp from my wife. But she was pushing her hips forward to get some pressure on her clitoris. My thumb, moistened, went to work on her rosebud. I watched her lids droop and jaw slacken. A little more application and dexterity and she was biting her lips and pushing hard against my hand. Then there it was - legs clenching, her hand grabbed my wrist to push my fingers hard inside herself. Well that was a good start.

And just in time... The waiter was solicitously asking whether every thing was okay - eyeing my wife's almost untouched starter. "Oh, just perfect!" My wife smiled back at him.
The main course involved her giving me a gentle hand job under the table - getting her revenge. I didn't come but my sea bass didn't really get much attention...

We decided to skip the pudding and coffee and as soon as I could stand, we headed to the car park. I opened her door, as I normally do but I surprised her by clambering in after.
"Not here!" she said for the second time that evening but the giggle gave her away. I pushed her skirt up and grunted, "Now it's my turn to come."

She reached inside my trousers to release my hard-on as I rubbed her pussy. It was obvious that both of us were ready for what was about to happen. Time was of the essence - cars were pulling up and leaving and whilst it was dark, we weren't in the most secluded part of the car park. Also, we were in a car that acquaintances would know (and is sufficiently distinctive for the curious to come and have a closer look...). Since "dogging" is not our scene, we were both eager to find release.

Knealing in the footwell, I slipped her thong to one side and pulled her hips towards me. My cock slid easily into her pussy and I began pounding into her, urged on by her calves on my bum. She was gasping in her second orgasm and biting my neck, as I came hard. Now I never normally come quickly (or in the missionary position) but the build up and fear of discovery did it for us.

It was a quick drive home and I thought the fun and games were over. However, as I slipped into bed Mrs S was wearing a baby-doll nighty - something that signals she wants action. I wasn't sure I was up to it - but my wife is Viagra on legs to me (I needed a lot of stimulation from escorts to get a hard-on, my wife can get me hard just with a look). So, I knew I'd get a hard on but I didn't think I'd come again (it usually takes a snail less time to run an uphill marathon than for me to ejaculate again). I don't mind fucking with no orgasm, if it gives my partner pleasure - it's all good to me. However, after an hour of trying every position and orifice that we could think of in a Kama Sutra style marathon, I finally came again. My wife had a great time...

Perhaps, I am getting too old:

An 85 year-old man marries a lovely 25 year old woman. Because her new husband is so old the woman decides that on their wedding night they should have separate suites. She is concerned that the old fellow could over exert himself.

After the festivities she prepares herself for bed, and for the knock on the door she is expecting. Sure enough the knock comes and there is her groom ready for action. They unite in conjugal union and all goes well whereupon he takes his leave of her and she prepares to go to sleep for the night. After a few minutes there's a knock on the door and there the old guy is again ready for more action.

Somewhat surprised she consents to further coupling, which is again successful after which the octogenarian bids her a fond good night and leaves. She is certainly ready for slumber at this point and is close to sleep for the second time when there is another knock at the door and there he is again fresh as a 25 year old and ready for more. Once again they do the horizontal boogie.

As they're lying in afterglow the young bride says to him, 'I am really impressed that a guy your age has enough juice to go for it three times. I've been with guys less than half your age who were only good for one.'

The old guy looks puzzled and turns to her and says, 'Was I already here?'

So escorts are not a problem - unless I forget!
Enjoy...