60 years old and 40 years old

We sat at the table, I craned my neck to watch the men and women dancing on the dance floor, while she, chugging her vodka, also peered into the air. Actually, she wasn't watching the dancers; her attention was fixed on one particular dancer, a tall, handsome man in his thirties.
Since my broken leg, that man had become my wife Mandy Moore's regular dance partner. Seeing their intimate, attracted-to-each-other demeanor, everyone at the Silver Palace nightclub, including myself, knew they'd end up together sooner or later. But Mandy Moore seemed oblivious, and even if the man named Toby had considered it, he wouldn't dare dream of making it a reality.
For the past fifteen years, Mandy Moore and I had gone to the Silver Palace nightclub at least twice a month. Mandy loved to dance, while I wasn't particularly fond of it, but I often accompanied her to dance there to make her happy.
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*** When I met Mandy Moore, I was already middle-aged, but our relationship progressed rapidly, and I eventually proposed to her. Everyone who knew me—yes, everyone—warned me against marrying Mandy. I knew they were right, but Mandy was just so attractive to me back then, making me willing to do anything for her.
I also warned her many times about the 20-year age gap between us, saying it would be a huge problem later, but she replied, "Stop talking nonsense! Just tell me, do you love me or not? If you love me now, you have to love me in the future, that's all I want." She was
right about at least part of it; I do love her very much, and I will always love her, even more than I do now. But those who opposed our marriage weren't wrong either. Now I'm in the awkward situation I'd long anticipated, it's just that Mandy Moore hasn't been convinced by everyone or by me.
I'm 60 years old, while Mandy is only 40. Without the help of that little blue Viagra pill, I simply can't get an erection, and even that pill doesn't always work. Worse still, Mandy is at an age where her libido is extremely high, and although she won't admit it, I know she's constantly sexually frustrated.
After a long and difficult period of thought, I finally told Mandy solemnly that it wasn't fair to make her endure this suffering, and that I was willing to give her her freedom. Mandy Moore laughed heartily at my serious words, saying, "Don't send me away from home so easily. I knew this day would come, but I married you because I love you so much, so don't try any more stupid ideas to drive me away."
A few weeks later, I noticed that Mandy was irritable and easily angered two or three days a week. I knew what was causing it, so I sat down again and seriously told her that we needed to pay attention to the reasons for her irritability.
"I sincerely hope you find a lover. That wouldn't be a betrayal of me, darling, because it would be with my permission and blessing. All you need to be careful about is not getting too emotionally involved. I will still love you as always, and I hope you won't be tormented by lust all the time."
She kissed me, thanking me for my love and generosity. "But I still can't do that, my darling. I belong to you, body and soul, all yours."
Not long after, an accidental injury further devastated her, because I couldn't make love to her, or even do another thing she loved—dance with her. I had broken my leg when a horse trampled me while I was tying it up, and it had been over a month since then; I still couldn't walk normally. Despite this
, I still took Mandy to the Silver Palace nightclub every weekend. Even though my leg was broken, at least she could dance with others, and these happy times helped alleviate her distress. Mandy Moore was a very beautiful and sexy woman, so she had no shortage of dance partners at the club, and many men actively invited her to dance. Mandy rarely refused invitations from any man, but I noticed she always reserved the slow dances for the man named Toby, especially the kind where partners could sway gently and embrace tightly.
I also noticed she often went out of the nightclub with Toby to get some fresh air. They didn't stay out for long, so nothing else seemed to happen, which disappointed me somewhat. Every time I returned home from the nightclub, I would lie on my bed, feeling somewhat resigned, watching Mandy's cheerful steps in and out of the bedroom, and involuntarily curse myself for not being able to bring her more happiness.
*** *** ***
*** I craned my neck again to look into the dance floor, then turned to Mandy, who was staring blankly at the men and women dancing there, and said, "Mandy, go, go find him. I know you want to go, and you know it won't hurt me. Please go, okay? If you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for me. Seeing you so unhappy, I might as well kill you."
She turned to me, smiling, and said, "I'm sorry, my darling, you're right, I do want to go, but even though you say you don't care, things are always like that. Once it actually happens, you'll definitely care a lot. I'm not willing to take that risk; I have to make sure there's no harm done."
That night, on the drive home, I kept thinking about what Mandy Moore had said. When I got home and lay in bed, feeling her tossing and turning beside me, I thought again about what she had just said.
The next morning, I went out to make some arrangements, then called Toby to tell him I was going away for a few days and hoped to hire him to manage my stock account and look after Mandy Moore while I was away.
"It's a bit much to leave everything at home to her,"
I said.
"No problem, I'm happy to have the opportunity to take care of Mandy, don't worry,"
Toby said enthusiastically on the phone.
When I got home, I told Mandy Moore about it. She looked at me with some confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"
I smiled and said to her, "I'm giving you a chance to do whatever you want while I'm not around. If you don't want to, that's fine too. In my mind, I'll always believe you did, and I'll treat you the way you did. I'll be away for four days. Have fun. Remember, I love you, I'll always love you."
I packed my things for my new place and loaded my luggage into the back of my van. Toby arrived shortly after. I showed him around the house and told him what to do. Then, I kissed Mandy Moore goodbye and drove away.
Actually, I didn't have anywhere to go, but to give Mandy a chance, I had to pretend to go on a trip. After driving a short distance, I reached a small hill not far from my house, where I had already found a hiding place. I've always enjoyed hunting and have developed the patience necessary for a hunter. Hiding in my pre-selected hiding spot, I took out my high-powered binoculars and looked towards my house. I
saw Mandy Moore hanging up freshly washed clothes in the laundry room, while Toby was feeding and watering my horses. In the evening, I saw them sitting together on the porch, eating dinner and chatting. Later, Toby went to the stables.
After Mandy Moore finished clearing away the dishes from dinner, she sat in the bright moonlight for a while before also getting up and heading to the stables. I continued to observe her for about an hour, but she still hadn't come out of the stable. I knew something might have happened, so I smiled slightly and crawled into my sleeping bag to sleep.
The next morning, when I looked through my binoculars at my house again, I saw Mandy Moore emerge naked from the stables and return to our big house. Five minutes later, Toby, wearing only his underwear, also came out of the stables and into the big house.
Through the kitchen window, I saw Mandy Moore, still naked, preparing breakfast for Toby.
They ate breakfast together on the porch, and then Mandy took Toby's hand and they went into the house; I guessed they went to the bedroom.
I waited about ten minutes, then took out my phone and dialed the home number. After five rings, Mandy answered, said "hello," and then fell silent. I asked, "Honey, are you doing it?"
She replied, "You're such a wicked guy! But I love you. No, I'm not doing it. I had to stop sucking his penis to answer your call. He's waiting for me to go back to the bedroom to continue my work. I sincerely hope what you said before was true, that you wouldn't mind me being Toby's slut when you get home. I want to ask you, when you decided to get me and Toby together, did you know that Toby's penis is practically the size of a horse's? I guess he won't have time to do your stock trading, my darling, because I don't want him to leave the bedroom before you get home. Okay, I'll talk to you later, darling. I have to go back to him; I don't want that magnificent, beautiful cock to go soft waiting. I love you, darling, and, my darling—I'm so grateful to you!"
I also had some good news to share with her, but before I could say a word, she hung up.
I wanted to tell her that while we were talking on the phone, my penis had involuntarily become erect—the first time this had happened in over a year without Viagra. I happily packed my camping gear, deciding to head to Helen's place for three days to visit some friends.
*** *** ***
*** On my way back from Helen's, about five miles from home, I called to tell Mandy Moore I was almost there, giving her some time to prepare. When I arrived, Toby was watering the horses in the stable, while Mandy sat quietly reading in the shade of the porch. As soon as I entered the yard, Mandy excitedly ran over and hugged me, giving me a long kiss. Then, she let go of me, took a few steps back, looked me over, and asked, "Are you alright, my darling?"
I smiled at her and said, "We'll talk properly when no one's around, but of course, we're both fine, aren't we?"
I paid Toby for the past few days, and he told me to call him anytime if I needed help. Mandy blushed when he said that. Watching Toby drive away in his van, Mandy and I walked into the house hand in hand.
I said to Mandy, "Before you tell me all the details, I need to tell you something. That day, the first day I was away from home, when I called you to hear what you were doing, I involuntarily got an erection. This is the first time in the past year, without medication, that I've had such a reaction. So, you have to tell me every detail, not a single thing. I want to see what happens."
Mandy told me all the details. During the four days I was away, they almost never stopped making love. But Toby was a man of his word; he always made time for the tasks I assigned him after his encounters with Mandy. However, to Mandy and my disappointment, their passionate affair didn't give me an erection.
"Maybe the last time you got an erection was because I was having sex with him while we were on the phone,"
Mandy said.
I considered this and thought she had a point. "So, when do you plan to see him again?"
I asked.
Her face was shrouded in melancholy as she replied, "We won't see each other again."
"Oh, why?"
"I did that last time because you weren't home. I couldn't imagine leaving you alone at home while I went out on a date and then casually returned to you." "
But what if that gave me an erection? You told me that when I came home, you became Toby's slut. Was that just empty talk? Are you really his slut?"
She turned away, saying, "Yes, I am his big cock's slut, absolutely, because I let him do everything he wanted to me. But now you're back."
I was silent for a moment, then said, "You mean if I leave home two or three days a week, he can fuck you during those times, but not at other times, right?"
"Okay, okay, I do want to fuck him, is that alright?"
I said with a laugh. "That's right. That's what we need to do."
The next morning, Mandy called Toby to arrange the time and place for their meeting that evening. That night, when she arrived at Toby's rented house, she immediately called me on her cell phone to let me know. I waited 10 minutes and then called back.
"Hello."
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, I miss you so much.
" "Has he entered you yet?
" "Yes."
"Did you suck his penis?"
"Yes, I did.
" "Are you going to suck it again later?"
"Of course, my baby, you know I will."
"Great. Let me tell you, I'm hard now. Have fun, enjoy yourself, and then hurry home."
Mandy Moore didn't get home for two hours, by which time my penis had gone soft.
“Oh, my darling!”
Mandy exclaimed. “I’m in a rush home, honey, really, I did try to get back as soon as possible.”
I shrugged and said, “No, it’s not your fault, honey. Even if you came right after you hung up, it wouldn’t necessarily keep me erect. I only stayed hard for about 15 to 20 minutes, and then it went soft.”
She looked at me thoughtfully for a long time and said, “Just 20 minutes?”
*** *** *** ***
Mandy Moore gasped, moaned, and cried out, her body twisting and trembling as Toby’s enormous penis thrust wildly into her wet, hot vagina. I had been hiding in the bedroom closet, peeping at this scene for over an hour, and they still showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.
That night, Mandy Moore thought for a long time and finally agreed to have sex with Toby in front of me, but only if I hid in the bedroom closet and watched them. And so, we arranged for Toby to come to my house and have sex with my wife for the first time without me leaving the house.
When Toby arrived, Mandy didn't waste any time exchanging pleasantries. She took him straight to the bedroom, stripped him naked, pushed him onto the bed, and straddled him. During this time, Mandy's eyes kept glancing towards the closet, knowing I was watching her intently. After Toby ejaculated in her mouth, she turned her head towards the closet, and I saw a trickle of semen run down her chin.
Looking in my direction, Mandy wiped the semen from her chin and put it in her mouth, swallowing the mouthful. Then, she took Toby's penis into her mouth again and sucked on it until it became hard again. Mandy released his penis, lay back on the bed, and spread her legs as wide as possible, waiting for Toby to use her body and give her more intense sexual pleasure.
Toby straddled Mandy, his huge penis once again penetrating her small, tight vagina, thrusting vigorously. Just a few minutes later, Mandy seemed to have forgotten my presence. She moaned loudly, wanting Toby to fuck her harder, her body trembling and spasming with continuous orgasms.
Watching this lewd and stimulating scene, my penis quickly swelled and became erect, as hard as an iron rod.
I couldn't resist any longer, and as we had agreed beforehand, I took out my phone and dialed home. After seven rings, Mandy snapped out of her sexual daze and quickly ran out of the bedroom to answer the phone.
I didn't say a word, but Mandy knew it was me and knew what to do. I only heard her say, "Yes, my darling, I'm waiting for you to come home."
Then she hung up.
Mandy ran back to the bedroom and said to Toby, "Oh no, you have to leave right now, my husband will be home soon."
Toby immediately jumped off the bed, annoyed, "Damn it, I'm about to ejaculate!"
Mandy said, "I'm sorry, my love, I'll make sure you're satisfied next time. I'll call you when I have time."
As soon as Toby left the bedroom, I ran out of the closet. As soon as Mandy returned to the bedroom after seeing Toby out, we immediately embraced and lay down on the bed. I forcefully thrust my hard penis into her incredibly wet vagina, which Toby had just fucked, and began to thrust rapidly. We fucked for over half an hour until I ejaculated into Mandy's vagina.
In the following months, our sex life was excellent. My libido was rekindled, and I could still have sex two to three times a week without medication. Later, Toby became a bit arrogant, often forcing Mandy to have sex with him, which annoyed Mandy, and she had to end her relationship with him.
So, for the next six months, I started taking Viagra again, and the little blue pill only gave me an erection once a week. I missed Toby a little, oh God, I missed him so much.
Two months after Mandy and Toby broke up, we went back to the Silver Palace nightclub to dance. As usual, I sat in my seat watching Mandy twirl on the dance floor; she'd been there for over 20 minutes. Although my foot injury had healed, I still couldn't move around too much.
When the song ended, Mandy returned to our seats and said to me, "I never thought Toby was such a jerk. Do you know what he did? But maybe it's a good thing."
I looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
"He told Ted that I'm an incredibly slutty, whore. Now Ted's trying to get me to confirm if he's telling the truth."
I still didn't quite understand what she meant, so she smiled and said, "Think about it, if I let him take her to the back seat of our car, can you find a place to spy on us?"
That night, Ted first raped Mandy Moore in the back seat of our car, and I immediately went inside my wife after he left. That damn Toby told many guys who went to the Silver Palace nightclub about him and Mandy, so every Friday and Saturday night when we went there, Mandy would have passionate moments with different men in the back seat of the car.
One night, while Mandy was sucking Ted's penis in the back seat of the car, a man came out of the nightclub, saw me peeking in through the window, and came over, wanting to join in without saying a word.
There was no choice but for Mandy to have sex with two men at the same time. From then on, Mandy had to spend more time dealing with those men in the back seat of the car, while I had to patiently wait for my turn.
Just last night, in the parking lot of the Silver Palace nightclub, I had to wait until seven men had finished with my wife before I could finally insert my already hard and aching penis into Mandy's filthy vagina. Mandy didn't complain at all, and as for me, since her lewdness could give me an erection, what could I possibly complain about?

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