Anyone who can’t imagine a woman of 61 being sexually attractive should take one good look at my smoldering wife Brigitte.

She’s five feet six, 130 pounds, with a gorgeous 35-27-37 figure. Her gray hair is cut short and styled to accent her narrow, sharply defined features, and she has a beautiful tan. She flirts and fucks around shamelessly, and I not only condone her sexual exploits, I actually encourage them. They turn me on nearly as much as they do her.

Recently we decided to rent out our two basement bedrooms to college kids. We wanted male tenants, and were thrilled when Elliot and Frank came to check the rooms out. Elliot was a blond Adonis on a football scholarship, and Frank was a huge black kid who was the center on the school’s basketball team.

Brigitte showed them the rooms clad in white short shorts and a red blouse that she left knotted at the bottom and unbuttoned to her navel. She flirted openly while she showed the boys around, and when I heard her offer them the rooms at half the listed price, I knew fireworks were in store.

The next day we helped the boys move their stuff in, and I waited to see which Brigitte would try to seduce first. It was Frank, the basketball player. He was six-six, about 210, with a handsome face and a bristly mustache. She told him I’d be out of town on business that night and she wanted to go dancing. Her young prey eagerly agreed to take her out.

I sat stroking my hard-on while Brigitte dressed for her outing in a sheer red blouse like the one she’d greeted the boys in, a black pleated miniskirt and red heels. She smiled wickedly at me as she applied scarlet lipstick. “Getting horny, Billy?” she asked.

“What do you think?” I said, bringing her attention to my eight-inch prick, which I was stroking slowly. “Are you going to fuck him?”

“If I can,” she replied as she checked her face one last time. “I couldn’t tell if he’s into fucking old ladies.”

“If he isn’t,” I said, “he has no idea what he’s missing.”

Brigitte came over, leaned down and licked my cockhead, then kissed me lightly on the lips. I was aching to fuck her, but I knew I’d have to wait until she got home. Chuckling at my discomfort, she pulled her skirt up, baring her snatch. “Here it is, Billy,” she said. “About to get a new young cock in it.”

I kissed her muff, which is sprinkled with gray hairs. Over the last ten years more than 50 pricks aside from mine had fucked that juicy cunt. At least 15 of those pricks had also penetrated her hot butthole.

Brigitte took my throbbing member in her hand and fondled it expertly with her long red-nailed fingers. “Just be patient, little hard-on,” she murmured, letting her skirt fall back in place. “Later you can take a black jism bath.” I moaned, and she laughed as she left the room.

She returned to our bedroom at two in the morning. She and Frank had gotten back to the house at midnight. I was lying naked on the bed, jism splattered on me from a jerk-off session. She dropped her blouse, wrinkled skirt and shoes to the floor. “Somebody’s been a naughty boy!” she cooed, running her fingers through the cream on my torso.

“And somebody’s been a naughty girl,” I said, kissing the hickeys on her neck and breasts. I pulled her down on the bed with me and rolled between her spread thighs. She guided my prick into her stretched, sloppy cunt. I felt Frank’s come as my cock slid inside her.

“Did he have a big prick?” I asked breathlessly.

“Not huge,” she said. Her eyes were closed, with a smile. “Definitely big enough, though. He was hard, Billy, hard as a steel bar.”

“Did it feel good going in and out of you?” I asked, barely moving, not wanting to come yet.

“Mmm, it was heavenly. It’s what I like about young guys. He was so hard, I could have cracked walnuts with his cock.”

“Details,” I gasped. “Give me details!” She was languidly raising and lowering her hips and butt while my prick moved in and out of her in long, smooth strokes.

“Well, we got to the club,” she said, “and it was crowd-ed. When we danced, Frank held me so close, I felt his hard-on. I rubbed myself all over him. People stared at us — him big and black, me old enough to be his mom. They knew it was about sex.

“We took a break for a drink, then went back on the dance floor. He put his hands on my butt and left them! During one dance I put both hands on his bulge and massaged him. There was a wet spot on his pants. Guys kept looking at me, wanting me. It turned me on fiercely. Frank kept looking down my blouse so I moved to give him the best view. Finally we left.”

I was loving what I was hearing, forming mental pictures while I fucked Brigitte.

She went on: “In the car we were all over each other, French-kissing, fondling. I untied my blouse and he mauled my boobs for ages. We kissed some more while he finger-fucked me.” She got a dreamy look. “He has long, thick fingers, Billy.”

“Did he use them well?” I asked gasping, about to explode as I pictured them making each other come.

“Wonderfully! Then I got his cock out and sucked it. He was impressed I could take him all the way, but I didn’t let him come in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me. Frantic, he moved between my legs. I put my feet up on the dash and scooted my butt to the edge of the seat. Then he was inside me, fucking me like mad.”

“Did you come?”

She shook her head. “No, he came in less than a minute. But he pumped about a cupful of jism in me. The car windows were all steamed. I told him I wanted to fuck in his bed. He drove us home, and we went downstairs. I left my heels on while I sucked his cock and licked his nipples, and while he fucked me for five minutes.”

“Did you come?” I was about to spurt, and couldn’t hold back much more.

“No,” she said. “I’ll need you to use your tongue and hands on me, Billy.” With a loud groan I began shooting warm, sticky jets of come in my horny wife’s pussy. I lay heaving against her sweat-soaked body for nearly a minute, until she pushed my face down to her cunt.

“Eat it for me, Billy,” she said with a groan. “Suck out all the jism your wife’s black lover pumped into her.”

Even though I was sated, I went to work happily, since I can never get enough of my wife’s pussy, especially when it’s full of another man’s come. I extracted mouthful after mouthful of Frank’s seed. Brigitte pulled her legs back, splaying herself brazenly. “Clean me up, Billy,” she panted. “Lick his come off my thighs too. And don’t forget my asshole.”

I did, happily. When I finished cleaning her pussy, I rubbed my fingers back and forth across her clit. With her eyes closed, she cooed. “What was the best part of the evening?” I asked, still diddling her swollen clit.

With her legs sprawled wide and her knees jackknifed, she thought hard. At last she said, “Mmm, there were several. I loved it when all those people watched us while we danced, knowing we would fuck later. It was marvelous when he first penetrated me, and it only got better as he fucked me.”

Brigitte’s breathing sped up, and I sped up the pace of my fingers. I watched her puffy labia, then listened as she came, moaning and going stiff all over. As I held her, she nuzzled against me, throwing her bare left leg across my groin. “That was nice, Billy,” she whispered.

“Tomorrow I’ll tell you what Elliot’s cock is like.”

“What number will he be?”

She giggled lasciviously. “When I ball him, 56. But who’s counting, right?”

Brigitte’s date with Elliot was a near repeat. Some patrons at the club recognized her from the night before and smirked at her cavorting with athletic young studs! They got back to the house an hour earlier, and this time she was back in our bed an hour later for a raucous session of sex.

At the end I said, “I think your pussy’s going to have a busy semester.”

She giggled and said, “Tomorrow night I’m going to have them both at once, here in this bed, so you can watch us in action.”

The next evening I was hiding in our closet, which has a two-way mirror on the sliding door, as Brigitte entered the room leading her college studs by their stiff cocks — all of them buck naked. She stood the guys face-to-face not three feet from my hiding place, then dropped to her knees and worshiped both their pricks orally, smiling at me through the mirror as she did. Watching her lipstick smear on their granite pricks, I began to jerk myself off.

Brigitte didn’t fellate the boys for long, knowing from experience that they were likely to go off like Roman candles. She got to her feet, and shot me a triumphant smile before unveiling her plan. I couldn’t wait.

“We’re going to play a game I call Brigitte roulette,” she said. Then she got on all fours in the middle of our king-size bed. “You get my cunt, Frank, and Elliot gets my mouth. Does one of you have a watch? Both? Good. Because you’re going to switch places every minute.”

In seconds they were in position and I watched riveted as Frank’s big black prick disappeared in my wife’s honeypot and Elliot’s slid in her mouth. Soon the room was filled with her murmurs of pleasure and the boys’ grunts of appreciation along with the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh.

After a minute the boys switched places. “Stretch my cunt out good!” she hissed to Elliot, then was -reduced to groaning by Frank’s big prick filling her mouth. As the boys were about to switch again, Elliot went off, groaning as he unloaded in Brigitte’s cunt, then fell back on the bed, spent.

As Frank moved to take his place, Brigitte rolled onto her back. “Come on, you big, beautiful black stud,” she exhorted, bringing her knees up to her shoulders. “Oh yeah, Frank! Fuck me hard and fuck me good!”

The bed shook under the force of the giant’s thrusts. Elliot played with himself while he watched, trying hard, I imagined, to get hard again. A minute later Frank filled my happy wife to the brink with his spunk.

Brigitte kissed and cuddled her studs for several minutes, then sent them to their rooms. I came out of the closet with my prick jerking and bouncing and joined my wife on the bed. She giggled at the sight.

“Did you get all horny in there watching those young, hard cocks penetrate me?”

“Yeah,” I moaned, then buried myself in her with one plunge. She hooked her legs around my waist, crossing her ankles above my back.

“I’m close, Billy. Hold still and let me fuck you, baby.”

She humped her hips and butt in a strong, smooth rhythm, driving my swollen rod in and out of her. Her breathing increased and her eyes glazed over. In half a minute she was moaning and writhing, emitting shouts and cries of pleasure so loud that I was sure the boys could hear her in the basement. I kept screwing her to a raunchy explosion inside her, then fell against her wet body, feeling her long legs around mine.

“That was super, Billy,” she murmured. “One of these nights I’m going to take on all three of you at once.”

“Yes!” I cried. “I want to play Brigitte roulette!”