When my wife and I were young, I was obssessed with the desire to have another man f**k her.

I still am. Because of her moral beliefs, she was totally opposed to doing such a thing. I thought if I could get her into "flashing, one thing might lead to another.

Sadly for me, she refused to even consider it.

One night after constant pressure from me, she said she might do it. I only wanted her to take off her bra and wear her blouse unbuttoned to the point that everything except her nipples were exposed. We needed gas and as I was looking for a station, she removed her blouse, bra and panties. As you might guess, this resulted in my having the strongest erection of my life.

I spotted a gas station and since it wasaround 10pm, to be effective, we needed to park directly under the brightest lights available.

In those days, the attendant checked the oil and washed the winshield and windows. As the service man washed the windshield on her side, he glanced inside. He saw not only her breasts, put also her p***y which had become very wet. He lowered his hand out of our sight to touch his erection I assume . He called another young man over to the car and said something I couldn't understand. They both stood there for what seemed forever, one wiping the windshield and the other the window on her side.

Mine never got cleaned. She was squirming all over the seat and breathing in such short gasps, I was afraid she might faint. At this point, I came in my pants. After some time, one asked if there was anything else that they could for her, us, with their intent being obvious.

I asked my wife, "how about it?" She said she just couldn't let them f**k her although it was obvious that that was exactly what she wanted.

I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I was at that point. I went in to pay for the gas with my cum soaked pants being obvious. The two young men went back to what they were doing. As I was leaving, one said that if there was anything , heavy emphasis on anything, they could do, they would be "up to doing it right." After we left, my wife put her clothes back on and refused to talk about it. After much pressure from to do so, she let aguy at her office frech kiss her and fondle her breasts.

At this point, someone came in where theyhad been alone the supply cabinent and that was the end of that action for the moment.

He had been trying to f**k her for some time and she became very intersered in seeing what mighht happen if she didn't discourage him. Later on-he told her that his wifewas out of town and he wanted her to go to his house so that he could show how it felt have a real man f**k her senseless.

She called me very excited sounding and asked if it were okay with me. You can surely guess my response.

She told me that she was going to tell her boss that she was ill so that she could leave and go to meet the guy that was going to screw her senseless. I couldn"t wait for her to call and to tell me how he f**ked her. Iwanted to eat her p***y while she told me every detail and then I wanted to f**k her while her p***y was still filled with her come. After an eternity, the phone rang and she said she couldn't go through with it. If you are disappointed at this point, think how I felt. I just sat there and cried, longing for what might have been and that I wanted so desperately. Nothing else has happened since and now that we are aged, she want's a lover to f**k her.

The possibilities of this happening are probably slim and none. Alas. Yet, being the dreamer that I am, I keep hoping someone perhaps with an "Ophedis complex" or just someone who just wants to f**k an older woman will come along.

If you know of such a person, please, please let us know.

Meanwhile, I keep on hoping and dreaming--------.