Their marriage was not unlike many others. They met in college, married young and saw their two sons mature and leave home for college. Lori was just shy of fifty and Tom had passed the half century mark a year earlier. Before babies, before mortgages, before the pressures of moving up the corporate ladder their sex life was anything but routine.

Lori would meet him at the door in some new lingerie or in nothing at all. They would fuck in the doorway of the apartment, too excited to waste time moving to the bedroom. She dressed to please him and that pleased other men. Skirts worn shorter than the norm and often braless tits undulating under tight sweaters. They were happy and horny.

Then the overtime at work began and her first pregnancy. Tom quit playing basketball with his friends spreading his time out between work and family. The pounds came slowly but by the time their second son was born he was not the Adonis she had married. She cut her hair short because it took less time to dry, wore flats instead of heels and sweats instead of clingy clothes. She now met him at the door with a crying toddler and they both fell asleep with little more than a kiss between them. Love was still there but the fire had been doused by the pressures of growing up. Doused but not extinguished. There was still sex when the time could be found. During a nap, early on a Sunday morning. His work took them away from relatives so the boys were with them most all the time.

Tom insisted she didn't work and though he was climbing the corporate ladder vacations were short and far between, usually back to their home town to visit grandparents. A story many have heard and perhaps some have lived. When their youngest left for college, Lori woke one morning and after stepping out of the shower she examined herself in the mirror.

At five foot five she was still in good shape, a bit rounder than before but her breasts and ass still made her proud. She noticed how hairy her pussy was and remembered how she use to trim it short for Tom. Her hair was neat but not well groomed because she went to a discount hair saloon, not to save money but because it was quicker. Realization set in and Lori decided at that moment to spend the time she had on the boys for the last twenty some odd years on herself.

Appointments were made, goals were set and over a year Lori proudly examined herself in the mirror each morning. She was toned, her hair on her head and between her legs was nicely cut and her nails were no longer chipped but well manicured. She found pleasure in looking at herself and masturbated more than she had in years. Often her sessions were fueled by imaginary men using and displaying her for their pleasure and amusement. Lori would often feel guilty about these thoughts yet her imagination continued to fine tune and hone these fantasies.

She started a campaign to rejuvenate Tom and he started to find time for himself. They were both near or past that milestone of fifty years of age but were accepting it with open arms. The only thing that didn't improve was the sex. It was still routine and infrequent, not by Lori's choice. Tom loved his wife's new look but wanted only to view her from afar. He would encourage her to dress sexily but focus his attention on the men who would ogle her and when they finally would be intimate he would climax quickly while thinking of her with other men. Their fantasies were alike but neither of them voiced them aloud.

One evening after a nice dinner out and some good wine Lori brought up their sex life. "Tom, am I still attractive, still sexy to you?" she whispered, "I feel with the freedom we now have we would, you know, make love more often. I am hornier than since we were first married. Don't I appeal to you?"

"You are more beautiful than when I met you. I love you very much, but I just don't have the same feelings, you know about sex and when I do, I think about things which are kind of weird and I feel guilty," he stammered.

"Other women, is that it, Tom?"

"No, no, I only think of you, I swear. It is just that, well, I know it is only fantasy, but I think of you. Never mind. I don't want to talk about it."

"Tom, please we need to discuss it. I masturbate during the day and I have thoughts. Maybe if we shared our fantasies we could enjoy each other more. We don't want to risk what we have but if it is just fantasy what harm can it be?"

"Lori, you know how I've always liked it when you dress sexy and men look at you. It turns me on, knowing they find you sexy. I think a lot of you with other men."

Lori smiled and said, "You mean sharing me with another man, someone we know?"

"No, not like that, I think of strange men using you. Treating you like a slut, a whore. I'm sorry Lori, when we have sex I am thinking of me watching you with a man or men. Doing whatever they tell you, using your mouth and pussy. Then when they are done, and when they are gone, that's when I make love to your soiled and sweaty body. I, I'm sorry."

"Oh Tom don't feel guilty. We should have talked about this months...years ago. When I am alone I think about those same thoughts. Well not exactly, I don't think about you just watching, but I think about you and other men using me, exposing me in public. Making me humiliate myself. I feel bad after, but when I cum thinking of those things I cum harder than ever."

They went to their bedroom and made love. No mention of their talk and it was over quickly. They both realized they had opened a door to a new part of their life. There would be time to explore it in the future.

They fell asleep in each others arms. Tom woke early and got up and dressed quietly. He walked downstairs and waited a few minutes before he headed up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and pulled the sheets off Lori's body, waking her. Before she could speak Tom yelled at her, hoping she would pick up on his thoughts.

"Lori, you slut. I come home early from my meeting and find you naked in bed. You look like you've been fucked. Is that what happened while I was gone?"

Lori caught on and answered. "Tom, I didn't know you would be home so soon, but I might as well tell you the truth," with that she spread open her legs wantonly displaying her cunt to him. "Yes, I picked up a man last night and he fucked me in your bed. He made me suck his cock in the car, then he brought me up here and fucked me. He told me not to clean up. He said he was bringing some friends over to fuck me and that his friends like their sluts dirty and nasty. He made me promise to be his slut for the day. I guess you will just have to watch when they get here."

Tom had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He was staring at Lori's cunt and slowly moved to the bed. "How many guys is he bringing?"

"He thought four or five," Lori reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, "He said if I was good to his friends he might let me be his slut whenever you are out of town. Tom, his cock is so big and he is so powerful. I love you but I love his cock, too. Don't be mad." Lori smiled at her husband, enjoying herself.

Tom kneeled on the bed and put his head close to her cunt. "Did he cum inside of you, or did he use a condom?"

Lori stuck her finger deep inside of her pussy and pulled it out. "He said he likes fucking his bitches bareback. Go ahead Tom, taste his cum." Lori put her finger into his mouth and Tom sucked it. He had never tasted his wife after sex and the flavor of her juices were different, at least in his mind.

"Go ahead, suck my pussy. Clean his cum out of me. I am sure there will be plenty more after his friends are done. I want you to sit in a chair by the bed and watch them use me. After they finish, you can clean my body up. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, oh God yes!" with that Tom started to vigorously suck and lick his wife's cunt. He did it with such vigor that Lori came quickly and hard. Tom slid up on the bed and kissed Lori, letting her taste their juices. He pulled out his cock and continued with the fantasy.

"OK bitch, get down and suck my cock. I want you to look at your husband, over there while I fuck your mouth," Tom decided to see how far they would go. Lori didn't enjoy swallowing his cum, so he decided to give her an out. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth and I want you to look into your husband's eyes when I do. Well, maybe I will cum on your tits and let him lick it off. What do you want, cunt?"

Lori, rubbed his cock against her face and looked up at her husband/lover and said, "Make me eat your cum. I'm your slut and sluts love cum." With that she engulfed his cock and started to suck harder and faster than ever before. Tom was so hot he couldn't last long and soon began to spurt load after load of his essence into his wife's eager mouth. He watched her throat contract with each swallow and laid back spent, exhausted from their lovemaking. He looked down as his wife continued to softly suck his cock and idly play with her pussy.

She came up, licked her lips and smiled. There was no need for guilt and they both were more satisfied then they had ever been before. For the next few months they were energized with a new vigor. They expanded on their fantasies and improved on the parts they liked and eliminated what they didn't. Tom would meet her in a bar, and playing the boyfriend, send her to the bathroom to remove her bra and panties. She would suck him in the car, in their garage, away from prying eyes and loved it when she called him his slut and whore. Lori began to enjoy swallowing his cum, or rather the cum of her imaginary boyfriends.

In March Lori was turning fifty and Tom decided to take her on a three week trip to Great Britain. They had been to London, often but had never toured England and Scotland. Lori loved the gardens and history of the area and would love the idea. Tom had a few months to plan the trip and in the back of his mind time to try and bring their fantasy to reality. They had talked about living out their fantasy, just once. Las Vegas or New York often came up but Lori refused to jeopardize their reputation and family. She also admitted she would be devastated if other men did not find her attractive. She envisioned herself sitting in a bar alone, and unlike their fantasy, no one came buy to offer her a drink and more.

Tom thought if he could find a man in England he could set up a meeting that Lori would think was spontaneous and maybe would follow through with it. The worse that could happen, Tom figured, is she would turn the man down and they would enjoy their trip.

He began to search the internet, via the chat rooms. He knew there were drawbacks of this and even dangers but he felt he had the time and intelligence to precede. He opened chat rooms named "Visiting Great Britain with Wife" and for weeks met all kinds of people. Many crude and probably not even in Great Britain, just looking for cyber sex. Tom patiently continued his quest until he received a reply from "Brighton Dom".

"Is your wife submissive?"

Tom knew Brighton was a city on the English Channel and responded, "I guess you could say that. We both enjoy the fantasy of her being used by men. Made to do what they want. She enjoys the thought of public exposure and humiliation."

"Have you ever followed through with these feelings?"

"No, well only in our fantasy play with each other, never with other men."

"Describe the slut."

Tom could feel his cock stiffen. He had a good feeling about this person. He only hoped it wasn't some 300 pound pervert in Cleveland. "She will be fifty in March. She is five foot five, weighs 120 pounds and has short brown hair. Beautiful green eyes an infectious laugh and a wonderful shape for her age and after having two kids."

"It is late now. I am seven hours ahead of your west coast time. Send me her photo. A g-rated one, that shows her smile and her clothed body. Do not block her face. I will chat with you again tomorrow at one o'clock my time."

Tom wanted to explain he couldn't send a photo until he chatted more with him but found he had signed off. Tom checked out a map and found Brighton and knew it would be easy to add to their itinerary. Something told Tom this was the real deal and he searched his photo file until he found an attractive photo of Lori. He hesitated before he pressed the send button, but figured no harm could be done.

The next morning he was up early so he could chat with this man. At least he hoped so. He opened his E-mail and found one from Brighton Dom. He opened it and found a photo of a man about Tom's age. He appeared to be in good shape, with a Salt and Pepper goatee. Tom wasn't a good judge of other men's looks but felt this guy would be considered good looking by Lori. His eyes were dark and he had a definite self assured dominate look about himself.

The instant messenger rang and Tom saw a note from his new friend.

"The bitch is attractive. My name is Ian. I am fifty one years old and have lived in Brighton for the past twenty years. I am into the D/s scene here. This town is known as the 'San Franciso' of England because of the amount of gays that have settled here. I am not into that but this city is more tolerant then most in England. I am a hotel and restaurant owner and I am very well off so my time is very flexible. I enjoy teaching and bringing to blossom the submissive nature of women, especially older women. I do not believe a young women can be truly submissive. One needs to experience life first."

Tom explained, in detail the fantasy they both had been dreaming of. He admitted Lori knew nothing of this idea but felt she would enjoy the opportunity if presented with it. Ian doubted the chance of this becoming anything more than Tom's wet dream. He also told Tom, if Lori fell into their little trap and Ian was able to convince her to be his slut for the day Tom had better be prepared for what that entails.

"It is one thing to dream of your wife on her knees sucking another man's cock, but an entirely different thing to see it happen in reality."

Tom assured Ian that this was what he wanted and he would not interfere as long as Lori's safety never became an issue. Ian instructed Tom to send him a detailed letter describing their fantasies and the limits Lori would have. He wanted details about her sexual history, her likes and dislikes regarding movies. He gave Tom some films to rent and watch such as "Straw Dogs" and "9 1/2 Weeks." He wanted to know her reactions to certain scenes. He also gave him the name of some "D/s" and "Hot wife" porno films and a web site where he could buy them. He wanted Tom to describe her reactions to these as well. Ian gave Tom his phone number and told him when to call.

Tom was excited by the turn of events and began to follow the instructions with an excitement he hadn't felt before. When they first talked, Tom was struck by Ian's deep voice and his self-assured cocky attitude. He let Tom know from the beginning who was in charge of the conversation. Lori thought of the movies as a new addition to their outlook towards sex and openly discussed them. She enjoyed the scenes of submission in both the main stream and adult films. She did not enjoy the scenes of bondage and heavy pain but was surprisingly excited by a scene where a lady was made to urinate into a bowl in front of a group of men. The scenes with women did not offend her but were not of great interest to her.

For months they spoke or chatted once or twice a week. Tom felt he knew and could trust Ian. They discussed fantasies Tom could bring into the bedroom that would prepare her for their meeting. Tom would often describe to Lori how he wanted her to be approached by a dominate man in a bar and succumb to his wishes. Their sex was better than ever

End of part one. Please write comments and criticisms about the story. Part two will follow soon. Part three is partly formed but I could use any feedback. Please vote!