She Flirted With the Old Guy
Copyright© 2026 by DavidandMary
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - after gaining promotion and moving south he had to spend days away from home due to work and the wife knew no one until they met the neighbours.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Size
It all started when I was given a promotion. I was given the sales manager role at a large pharmaceutical company. I’d worked for them since leaving University and it felt great to have been recognised and came with a hefty pay rise. The only fly in the ointment was that my wife and I would have to relocate from the north of England to the south east. Leaving behind friends and family.
Still, my wife, Sally had been supportive of the move, even though it meant leaving her own career as an accountant at a local company. Sally and I had met at University. We met in our first months and had never spent more than a few days apart since. She is my best friend as well as the love of my life.
Sally is not your normal accountant type. Certainly not the bookworm, shrew that you might expect. She is just 5 feet tall, With long, wavy, black hair that hangs half way down her back. It frames her pretty, innocent looking face with its petite mouth, pixie nose and large dark eyes. She has a peach of as ass, and 44dd boobs that look even larger on her slim frame.
She is no shy retiring violet either. It was she that asked me out when we first met. She is sassy and can be quite the flirt. She is well aware of the effect that her body and beauty have on men and often dresses to accentuate her curves.
I love her confidence, even when it gets her into trouble. As she can also be quite naïve when it comes to male attention. Almost like she doesn’t think that men mean it when they try to seduce her. However, in ten years of marriage I had no doubts that she had ever strayed.
When we moved South, she was just 31, I was a year older and as we’d been together so long neither of us was very sexually experienced with other people. I’d had one previous girlfriend and a couple of one night stands. Whereas Sally had just had one long term boyfriend before she met me and while he had taken her virginity I’d given her, her first orgasm.
Our sex life was good but after years sleeping with one another, things had become a little predictable. Sally, loved sucking my cock just as much as I loved eating her pussy. We did all the usual positions. Riding me, being her favorite, but for the most part that was it. She did surprise me occasionally by swallowing my cum, but anal was a no, no. And while I’d cum over her belly ass, tits and face when we first got together, These days I usually just finished in her tight pussy.
We moved into a large semi-detached house in a leafy suburb. It had a large rear garden and a low fence separated it from the next door. As we knew nobody in the area it was a relief when our new neighbours turned out to be friendly and welcoming. They popped round with a bottle of Champagne as soon as we’d settled in and introduced themselves as Andy and Diane.
Andy was a bit of a silver fox. He was in his late fifties and was a retired civil servant. I’m 5’9 and he was a couple of inches shorter. He was trim and looked like he was still pretty fit. His wife was in her late 40’s but looked good on it. She was just a little taller than Sally, with dyed blond hair, she had a large round arse and big bouncy tits. She wore a loose, gypsy style top that seemed to be struggling to keep her breasts under control and I saw a lot of her cleavage on that first meeting.
We got to be pretty good friends with Andy and Diane over the next few months and as my new job entailed a fair but of travel and nights away from home I was happy that they were there to keep an eye on my wife. It was on my return from one of these trips that our world started to change.
I got home late on Sunday morning having been to a sales conference in Scotland. I pulled up in the car, just as Andy was leaving my house. He spotted my car and gave me a cheery wave. I parked up and found Sally sunbathing in the rear garden. She was in a pale blue bikini. Her luscious legs looked amazing and the bikini did nothing to hide her gorgeous figure. She gave me a wave and kissed me. I couldn’t help asking about Andy,
“I just saw Andy leaving.” I said.
“Yes, He just mowed the lawn for us. He was doing his own and offered to to ours at the same time. Wasn’t that nice?” She replied.
“I suppose. And were you dressed like that when he offered?” I asked.
“Yes.” She said. Unconcerned.
I looked at her lay there with just a thin patch of material covering her pussy and her thick nipples obvious against her bikini top and I leered at her and said,
“Well I’m not surprised he wanted a close up look at you dressed like that.”
She smiled and mock punched my arm, saying,
“Don’t be such a prude. Mind you he did suggest that I should sunbath, topless,”
I didn’t know if he had, or whether my wife was teasing me. So I thought I’d tease her right back.
“Well you know I wouldn’t mind if you sunbathed topless. I’m sure Andy would certainly get kick out of wanking over seeing your tits.”
“I’m sure he’s harmless. I mean he’s enough to be my dad!” She said. “ Besides he comes over a lot while your away to make sure I’m OK.”
That had an alarm going off in my head. I suddenly had a vision of my pretty young wife alone with this potentially, lustful older man and with some concern I found myself asking,
“So what do you talk about when he pops over?”
“This and that, neighbourhood gossip, family, fashions.” She said.
“Fashion?” I asked.
“Oh yes, Andy likes the fact that I usually wear a skirt. He says that this fashion for baggy jeans and sweatpants does nothing for a woman’s figure. How did he put it? A woman should dress tight enough to show that she’s a woman, but loose enough to show that she’s a lady.”
“What skirt were you wearing, when he made this observation.” I asked. Trying to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, I was in my brown corduroy. You know the one.” She told me.
I certainly did. It was so short that she hardly ever wore it in public. So short that when she bent forward, most of her arse would be on show. So he’d definitely know she was a woman! Not that she didn’t look good in it. Every time she’d worn it with me, I’d ended up fucking her.
However I let it lay with that and went for a shower. Later that evening though after dinner, Sally had most of a bottle of wine inside her and I returned to the question of Andy, “popping round”. Trying to sound like I was just making conversion I asked,
“So, er ... where did you and Andy sit when he popped over and you were in that pretty brown skirt?”
“I sat here and he was on the sofa.” She said. Bloody hell! Every time she moved he’s have been looking up her short skirt and at her panty covered twat. Then she continued, “At first.”
“At first?”
“Yes then he had me join him on the sofa so that he could show me some pictures on his phone.”
Again alarm bells were ringing and I thought it was time to bite the bullet and ask some more direct questions.
“Sally have you been deliberately teasing Andy?”
She looked pensive and took a moment, by finishing her glass of wine. She could have lied, but I never doubted that she would be honest.
“Maybe a little. I get so bored without you here.” She said. I asked her to tell me about it and at her suggestion we retired to bed and as she told me about the last few weeks, she stroked on my cock.
“I knew that Andy had been checking me out ever since that first visit and whenever I hung the washing out, he would make and excuse to be in the garden so that he could check out my bum when I bent over.” She said.
“And did you bend over all the more when he was watching?” I asked.
“Yes. I liked the attention. So I started wearing some pretty, short skirts as I pegged out the washing. It was only after I did it wearing a thong that the visits started though.”
“Wait a moment. You wore a thong! So that you could show him your naked arse.” I said.
“I suppose I did.” She said. Smiling and pulling on my rock hard cock.
“So what happened when he started visiting?” I asked. Breathing a little harder.
“At first we’d have a coffee and a gossip. Usually he’d be at the kitchen table. I’d be cleaning as we talked.”
“In a short skirt?” I asked.
“Usually, very short.” She grinned
“In a thong?” I asked. More tuned on that I could have believed.
“Not always. I didn’t want him to expect it. But sometimes ... yes.” She admitted.
I imagined my pretty wife alone in our kitchen showing off her pretty arse to this older man. I suppose I should have been jealous, Angry even. But how can you get mad when your wife is totally honest with you and she is stroking your dick. God, but I was turned on! But something struck me and I had to know. So, with my heart in my mouth I asked her,
“So you’re in our kitchen, showing off your legs and arse to Andy. He must have tried it on.”
“He did come up behind me once and he groped my tits from behind and pushed his groin against my bum. But I spun round and pushed him away wagging my finger at him. He didn’t press things. I think he knew the unwritten rules I was making. It was the next time that I wore the brown skirt.”
“For him?”
“Yes. I thought he needed a treat after I’d scolded him.” She said.
“What did you have on under your skirt?” I asked. And I could hear the trembling in my voice.
“Nothing. I teased him so much. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I knew I was flashing my pussy. But I didn’t care. It was turning me on. Then he asked me to join him so I did.”
She could tell I was close to cumming and whispered,
“This is turning you on too isn’t it?”
There was no point in lying so I admitted it,
“God, yes! What happened next?” I asked. Dry mouthed
“Well, he wanted to show me his holiday pictures of all things. But when the phone lit up the first thing I saw was is screensaver, which was a picture of Diane with a big black dildo buried in her pussy. The pictures were of Andy and Diane on some dunes. He explained it was a nude beach and by picture 2, I was looking at a picture of him stark naked. He had a full erection by picture 4 and in picture 5 Diane was sucking his cock. He put his hand on my thigh at that point and asked what I thought.
I told him they were very nice. But truthfully it felt so erotic, that my pussy felt like it was dripping wet. He then flicked back to picture 4 and asked what I thought of his cock. I told him what he wanted to hear. That he had a nice cock and then he asked if he was bigger than you. Without thinking I was honest and told him you couldn’t tell from a picture.
Without hesitation he took out his cock and placed my hand on it. He was already hard and I could see precum seeping from the tip.”
“Did you suck it?” I gasped, so close to cumming that it was hard to hold back.
“No. Be patient and I’ll tell you everything.” She said. “I pulled back his foreskin and I was transfixed by a pearl of precum oozing from his japs eye. I think I would have sucked it. But at that moment he put his hand under my skirt and felt my pussy. That was to far to soon and so I stood up and asked him too leave.”
“But you wanted to suck his cock?” I asked
“In that moment ... yes, I suppose I did!” She admitted.