It is a warm summer evening. The time is half past ten pm. In a comfy bedroom Andrew, the husband, is laying on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Mary, his wife, enters the room. She is in her mid-thirties and very good-looking with a medium height figure, brunette hair and green eyes. Mary removes and hangs her silk dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in only her panties. She looks intently at herself for a while.
"Are the children asleep, Mary?" he asks.
"Frances went to bed first and Tommy and Emma have just dropped off" she answers.
"You spent a lot of time with them..." he adds giving her his best come to bed eyes.
"I had Carla on the cellular phone too" she answers again quietly looking at him through the reflection in the mirror.
"Ok" he gives a little yawn.
Mary looks at her husband through the mirror for a second time and adds, "Do you want to sleep, honey?"
She now cups her medium size boobs which are very nice with large areolas and hard nipples. There was only a bit of pendulous and some stretch marks, but still very sexy.
"No, dear, not yet. I want to read a few minutes more" says Andrew looking vaguely at her.
"How about a little talk?" She looks closely at her boobs and tries to lift them up a bit .
"Why not, dear? I'm listening to you" says Andrew putting his paper down and patting the pillow next to him. Mary wiggles out of her panties and throws them on a chair revealing a nice hairy patch. Her body is almost entirely tanned.
"I would like to go to Carla's house for a tanning session tomorrow afternoon. I aim to leave our children with your mother until you take them back. They don't stay with their grannie very much never the less" she proposes walking to bed naked.
"No problem Mary, mom is happy when the children stay with her. They can do their homework and should be no trouble. You like to go to Carla's for tanning after all and you look great" he smiles.
In a moment she lays her head on the pillow.
"O thanks, dear. You are fantastic. Take a little kiss. That's true, I like to go to Carla's," she kisses him again, "just four or five women tanning topless and talking on their own in a garden it's much better than going to the beach," she says cunningly with a little laugh.
"Topless?"
"Yes, honey, topless is our rule. The place is so secluded that nobody can spy on us. We call Carla's garden 'the topless ladies parlour' in jest. We believe we are more liberated without a top," she laughs again, "you ought to see us, we are not so bad after all ah ah."
"Mmmm, interesting." comments Andrew as his thoughts wonder.
"Sometimes one or another sheds her panties too, but not always," adds Mary watching his eyes glaze over as she kisses him again more sensually.
"And are you one of them, Mary?" he asks huskily.
"Sometimes but not always, hon," she laughs lightly again, "do you like the idea of your wife tanning naked? You always ask me to take my top off when the children are not around at the beach."
"Mmmm, that's true, but you are not so consenting with me."
"Oh dear, I am a bit shy at the beach because my tits are now starting to sag after the breast feeding of three children and I am on the way to be forty years old too. But if you want I can do it next time. I did it in the past when the children were younger, do you remember? You called me the sexy mom," she caresses his face and neck as he leans over to take a boob in his palm.
"Oh I remember, Mary. You were very sexy exposing yourself and pampering the kids at the same time. Since having the kids, your breasts have got bigger and curvier. It is really erotic and you look much younger than your age. I love when you are topless at the beach and men look at your lovely body," he says playing with her nipples as he feels them harden.
"Thanks dear, I love you." She closes her eyes and kisses her husband passionately. He reciprocates his wife's kisses as she caresses his cock through his nightwear. The room is filled with their mutual moans of pleasure. They kiss for a while.
When they break the kiss Andrew asks "what do you girls talk about at Carla's place?"
"O many things, honey. Imagine a few women doing nothing than to get a tan and talk. Many topics... children, health, clothes, a bit of gossip, men."
"Men?"
"Yes dear, we talk about men sometimes. Don't you approve it? Women talk about men very frequently."
"And what about men, Mary?"
"Uh, trivial things dear! Their class, their taste, their character. Sex sometimes," she whispers out the final words and giggles.
"Sex? Let me know. You were so shy once about certain matters," he is rather inquiring
"Well... mmm... yes... we talk about our own womanly fantasies. Perfect men, or lovers. Nothing serious. Just to have a bit on the side, dear"
"Just to have a bit on the side?" He contemplates this new revelation.
"Yes dear, a bit on the side. A few of the girls have tried it. Can you keep a secret? Carla has had two lovers and still sees one of them, Paula has had one, she stopped to see him for sex but he is her best friend now and Laura, well, Laura is fooling a bit around also and has a boyfriend," Mary seems to be rather amused.
"I can't believe it. Albert, Carla's husband, my best man at our marriage and other very good friends on mine are – well – cuckolds!"
"Cuckolds! What a rough word, dear," she smiles, "but it's true dear. Their wives have had or are having lovers. They say they are still in love with their husbands but they need something different at the same time."
"And you, what do you say, Mary?"
"Well, what do I say, honey? Mmm, I say that I love you, that you are a very good father to our marvelous children. I say that I don't want to spoil our marriage, but," she interrupts her speech
"but, Mary?" he stares at her intently.
She takes a deep breath and continues "O dear. I think that one man is maybe not enough in a woman's life. Isn't it, hon?"
"Not enough. What do you mean, Mary? I had been your first and only man until today."
"Yes, honey. I haven't had other men until today. I haven't of course. I don't want to cheat on you, but after an agreement between us (pause) with the right guy (pause) without any other involvement (pause) only for sex," she stammers
"Only for sex?" He chimes rather bewildered
"Well, only for sex I could try. The girls say with the right guy it is great." she stammers again and gushes.
"Do you need to find this guy, Mary?"
"O dear, I don't of course. I haven't done it in fourteen years," she says as she strokes her husband's cock through his briefs, "but if it happens (pause) I am only a bit curious" she adds.
