My wife, Kay, and I have been married for 20 years now. We are both 50 and in relatively decent shape. Okay, I am in decent shape. She looks fantastic. She is 5'2", about 130, blonde, hazel eyes and very well-endowed chest-ily. Again, I am decent at 6'2", 175, buzzed salt and pepper hair and blue eyes. For endowed, I would not consider myself as such, but Kay says that it is "perfect". Clearly, she is just being kind.
As most married couples, we are looking to keep that spark alive and even fan those flames when possible. We talk about watching porn, but I feel too much pressure to pick a good one because she has never watched porn and I do not want to scar her with a crappy one. We talk about going to strip clubs, but there are none close to our house and we are rarely out late enough for the good talent. I suppose that is a byproduct of being 50 with two kids at home.
I stumbled across reading erotica while I was bored one day. I kind of liked it. It would light a spark for me, give me ideas and have me ready to please Kay when we made it to bed each night. One night as we were getting into bed, I was telling her about something I read earlier in the day. She was intrigued and asked more about it and where I read it. I told her about the website and we both started reading, sharing and comparing notes. It helped to keep the flames burning a little hotter. It also provided an avenue to discuss things we liked, things we wanted to try and some potential fantasies that we thought may be a little beyond our limits.
Typically, I would read about more about the exhibitionists. This likely stemmed from our recent history where Kay had been exposing herself. The exposure was primarily to me, as I do not think anyone else ever caught a glimpse of her being topless while we drove around. Those magnificent breasts just hanging out in the car as we drove places typically had me hard. And she knew it. There were occasions where she would strip completely and even start fingering herself and pinching her nipples. Those times, we did not make it home right away and had to find a place to stop and have sex. Tricky? Yes. Messy? Sometimes. Hot? Always!
Kay liked the stories about erotic couplings. Those chance meetings when strangers just had to have each other. I have to admit that the thought of her losing control and just wanting another man got me excited. We had talked about adding others to the mix, but I think she is still too reserved for that and likely too Catholic. It provided some role-playing ideas for us and usually led to great sex. When we were out, without the kids, I would ask her to point out the person she wanted to invite home with us. I would hope she would pick out a woman because, let's be honest, who wouldn't want to see their wife with another woman?!? Occasionally, she would select a woman, but it was typically our waitress because they chatted a lot and she gave us great service. I am guessing Kay would want to invite her back to show her our new kitchen and talk about other home improvement projects. Clothes would be staying on. Regardless, this was mostly just fantasy talk.
This year, we were out for St. Patrick's Day and I started our game of who she would like to take home. She told me that she didn't see anyone yet, but the evening was young. Since it was a Sunday and I did not want to be hungover for work the next day, I volunteered to be good and be our driver. This would allow her to partake a little more and lose some inhibitions. After about an hour, a young guy asks if he can get to the bar to order a drink. Since I am standing next to Kay, who is seated at the bar, I move behind her to allow him access to talk to the bartender. Kay, who is always personable and social, starts chatting with him while he is waiting. The music is a bit loud for me to clearly hear what they are saying and, to be honest, I am more interested in the music. After about 10 minutes, I have finished nursing my beer and am ready to order a water. I had been somewhat scanning the bar, people watching, and taking in the merriment, so I did not notice that the young man was still chatting away with Kay. He was leaning down and close to her. Interesting. As I look over Kay's shoulder to attempt to get her or the bartender's attention, I could not help but notice the view her new young friend had.
In the spirit of the day, Kay had worn a green vest with shamrocks on it and a green blazer. Since it was finally a warm day and we expected the bar to be packed and hot, Kay was giving me a thrill by not wearing a shirt under her vest. I was hoping that our ride home would be a good one. Her tight jeans hugged her curves in all right places completing the sexy look. Clearly, my lucky day.
However, it was also this guy's lucky day as he had a nice view right down Kay's vest to her ample cleavage. He must be engaging as Kay was quite animated and very giggly. And giggly means jiggly. Wow! I had not considered a scenario like this today. Perhaps, I was trying hard to be mature, always a struggle for me, and sober on St. Patrick's Day. I was able to get the bartender's attention and order my water. I asked Kay if she wanted anything, but she had a full pint in front of her. Apparently, Eric bought it for her while they were chatting. Eric?
