This is my first attempt at posting a story. I write a lot of fantasy stuff and decided to seek some feedback...
Hi, my name is Jillian and my husband is John. I never thought I'd be writing something like this, but here I am. First let me tell you about me and John. We knew each other in high school, had a few classes together, but that was it. He was a year older than me and a star athlete. I was the shy girl wearing the thick glasses. Then came college. John went off on a sports scholarship. The following year I went on an academic scholarship. At the time I didn't know it, but we both went to the same college.
We actually didn't know it until the summer between my sophomore and junior years. My mom ran into his mom at some charity thing and they got talking. Next time I came home my mom told me about it and I kind of brushed it off. I had a kind of boyfriend at school. No I didn't envision us marrying, but he was a nice guy and we had fun. I told my mom that was nice and all. Then she said she invited them over for a picnic. Aggghhhhh!
Okay how bad could it really be. I mean who doesn't love their mom setting them up right!
Well, it turned out okay. I mean John felt just like me I'm sure. Get through the picnic and then get on with my life. Then he shows up and I was amazed at how much he had changed. Not physically, but he was no longer this... jock. Not that jocks were bad, but they always talk about sports and themselves. And of course he went on about how much I had changed. We both laughed when he asked where my glasses were.
So after an actual enjoyable time, he told me we should get together at school sometime. What he meant was hook up I was sure. And at the same time, I was flattered he asked me.
I should describe us I guess. John was a baseball player. 6'2" tall with dark hair that he kept perfectly groomed. I'm guessing he was around 220 pounds of very firm muscle. By this time I was 5'3" roughly 105 pounds. I had long blonde hair. I had started working out at the gym and had a nice firm body with fairly average 32 "B" cup breasts. We are quite the site with him nearly a foot taller than me.
Anyway, we did get together once back at school. Very casual at first, but by the end of the year we were constant companions. Always together. John graduated and planned on going on. He had a business degree and wanted to work on a law degree. He knew his future was not in baseball. That summer we continued dating and before he went on to law school that fall he proposed. The following summer we married. I had my degree and started working, doing medical billing. John did a lot of odd jobs and life was good. We bought a house and did the whole husband-wife thing. And yes, the sex was amazing. We did it every day. Eventually we found out I couldn't get pregnant. I was depressed for a long time, but eventually accepted it. It didn't seem to bother John, he said he'd like kids, but he was find with just us if that was our future.
The graduated and got an incredible job. He had to travel once in a while, but not much. He told me I could quit working, but I thought I'd be bored sitting at home. Over time his travel has increased, not excessive, but he's gone usually a week a month with the occasional two week trip. Again, not a lot, but it happens. And when he comes home he makes up for lost time.
Then fast forward. I'm 38 and he's 39, both on the fast track to forty. We still deeply love each other and we have sex more than most. At least a few times a week and always on the weekend. But I have to admit while I like it, it's not the same, not as exciting as it once was. And John feels the same way I think. Over the past year or so, we have been trying different things to get that excitement back. He has asked me to dress differently and I've do it and more for him. Shorter dresses, taller heels, sexier bras and panties. He started to buy me lingerie and I love modeling it for him. He likes knowing I'm wearing something sexy under my dress when we go out. Then one day he said something about a guy at a restaurant checking me out. The next few time, the same thing. Then I started to notice it more. Yes, I know guys look at women, and I admit I like it, always took it as a compliment on my attractiveness. But now I was noticing them too.
We went to a company function thing and for the first time I remember, a lot of guys asked me to dance. And John almost encouraged me it seemed. I brushed it off, but did have to admit I noticed it.
Then came our neighborhood party. Every year we have a big party with all the neighbors around the 4th of July. We usually have it at our house because it's big and we have a huge patio / pool. The following week John was going out of town, but was all in for the party. He even took the day before off to make sure everything was ready. He seemed to have something on his mind and eventually it came out. He started out by asking what I was planing on wearing to the party. I was curious because he usually doesn't seem to care as long as I'm comfortable...
"Maybe you should wear your new thong." He smiles a devilish grin.
"Oh I don't think so John. I mean do you really want the neighbors to see me like that. I mean I've wore it around before but not in front of that many people all day."
"Well I know you won't get any complaints from the guys." As he playfully kissed me.
This continued most of the day, him telling me how he liked me dressing to show off. He seemed to be totally fixed on it. Then in bed he asked me if I ever notice guys checking me out. We talked as we often do in bed. Kissing and fondling each other as we do. I told him I always notice guys checking me out... nice to know I could still attract their attention. Then he asked if I ever thought about being with anyone else. Not leaving him, but him allowing me to explore. I was shocked to say the least. I tried to brush it off, but realized he was serious. Now he had me thinking about things I never thought about.
The next morning we were busy, prepping everything we could. Every one would bring a covered dish, but we needed tables and chairs and all kinds of things set out. While doing this, John was asking me about me swimsuit and if I notice the new couple, the guy seemed very nice type of stuff. I noticed we seemed to only talk about the husbands and what I thought of them.
Finally I said I refused to wear the thong bikini, but did agree to wear my red one-piece. It's a Baywatch suit, cut extremely high at the hips and low on the side. It shows off my body, but at least modestly covers my butt. John agreed wholeheartedly, so I changed.
I was busy carrying things out when I heard an all too familiar voice call out. It was our neighbor Jake, "Hey sexy!" I turned and waved, trying to be polite. "Nice suit!"
"Thank you Jake."
I should tell you about Jake. Most of the people in the neighborhood were in their 30's and 40's. Jake was 60 at least. His wife had past away, I'm sure she was the one who picked the house. Jake had owned the local garbage collection company and sold it when his wife got sick. He was extremely wealthy, but also very crude. And he was a monster of a man, and not completely unattractive. He had to be 6'8" tall and 300 pounds. He was exactly fat, but a long way from slim. And like I said crude, very crude. He swore a lot and was always commenting on my ass.
"For such a tiny package, that's a lot of ass!" Just as John came out.
He waved to Jake and said hello. I walked over to John and said, "Well, Jake likes my choice of suits."
John only smiled, "Oh come on Jill, he's not all that bad."
"He says something about my ass every time I see him."
"Well, he's not wrong." John smiled.
The party was great. Everyone had a good time. John did spend a lot of time telling we which husband was checking me out. At first I was stop it. But after a while I was watching myself to see if he was right. I didn't know what brought it on with John, but he seemed to really enjoy knowing the guys all found me attractive. Even Jake, who was always saying something.
When the party finally slowed down and people start to leave, there was a lot to clean up. Finally it was just me and John and he was still telling me how sexy I looked and how all the other guys were jealous. Then Jake yelled at us, his balcony kind of over looked our patio, "Hey sexy need some help?"
I waved and told him to come on over. And he did come to help. He was cleaning up things and helping John with the garbage and lifting the heavy tables. But a the same time he was flirting with me. At one point John said, "I think you have an admirer."
"Just Jake being Jake."
"I don't know. He is really checking out your body. Bet if I wasn't here he'd be all over you."
I laughed and told him to get back to work. He was right though. Jake was not trying to hide that he was staring at my body.
"Damn Jilly, that ass looks better ever time I see it."
I tried to ignore him, but he was persistent. Finally with everything put away, John invited Jake to stay for one more beer. We all sat down and chatted for a while and like I said, Jake wasn't all that bad. Then John told him he was traveling next week.
"Don't worry buddy, I'll keep an eye on Jilly here for you. Always a pleasure to watch her." Jake laughed. "Right Jilly?"
I could only nod, trying not to encourage him more than necessary.
Later in bed, John seemed more excited than usual. And he wanted to talk about all the guys checking me out. Eventually he asked if I ever wondered what it would be like... with another guy. I reminded him I as not a virgin when we married, which only encourage him I guess. He asked if I ever thought of any of them.
After we made love, which was more intense than usual for us lately, he came out and said he had been thinking about something. "I can't help it, but I can't stop thinking of you with another guy. Not holding hands and dating, but you know... in bed. Please, have you ever thought about it? It's okay, you can tell me anything."
