My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share.
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On our 15th anniversary, my wife Carrie reserved a room in a high-rise hotel on the beach near our home. We often spend our anniversaries here because it gives us a break from careers and family demands while enjoying the amenities of a first-class resort and it isn't too far from home.
We had been looking forward to this day for a long time and when we checked into our room a much needed feeling of relaxation began to sweep over us. Our room was on the 12th floor and we stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the view of the ocean and distant islands. Even though the Pacific Coast Highway roared below us, the salt air smell and the view from our high perch were intoxicating and we were soon in each others arms, kissing passionately. We had seriously been missing each other and one thing led to another and, well, we just couldn't wait. Suddenly we were stripping off each others clothes and we ended up making love on the balcony overlooking the beach. We're not nudists or exhibitionists by a long shot but the possibility of someone observing us from the beach below only served to fuel our passion as we made love with wild abandon.
Afterwards, we took a quick nap and then prepared for dinner. Carrie wore a short black dress that showed plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage. And while she has had a couple of kids, she filled it out quite nicely. The hotel has a romantic restaurant with great food and we enjoyed a nice meal and a bottle of champagne. As we left the restaurant, neither of us felt the same urgency to be alone as we had earlier in the afternoon, so we stopped by the small bar on the other side of the lobby to have a drink. There was a decent sized dance floor and music playing but there weren't many people in the bar. We sat down at a table next to three college-age looking guys and ordered more champagne. Carrie really gets going when she drinks champagne and she wanted to dance. She asked the guys next to us if they would watch her purse and one of them suggested she set it beside to his backpack in a corner next to their table. There was no one on the dance floor, which I hate because Carrie is a great dancer and I'm embarrassingly bad. She takes over the floor when she's out there and she really gets off from all of the attention she receives. I always dance with her because she enjoys it so much and I know we are going to have great sex afterward.
We danced a few songs and I asked for a break. I poured out more champagne and one of the lonely looking guys next to us looked over and asked what the occasion was. We explained that nearly every year on our anniversary we would book a room here to rediscover ourselves. He introduced himself as Eric and explained that he and his friends were from the mid-west and had been to a wedding in Las Vegas. After the wedding they had decided to rent a car spend a week at the beach. As I looked around the room, I was disappointed for them that there were no young, single women available to hang out with them. We gave some suggestions of places where they might meet more people of their own age and they said they would probably try those out tomorrow night.
Carrie and I danced another set and I talked her into returning to the table for another drink. She really was just getting warmed up and so I made the bold suggestion that she ask one of our newfound friends to dance. She was too shy so I asked them for her. They were all very eager and nearly knocked one another over for the chance to be first.
Carrie spent quite a lot of time dancing with our new friends and I didn't mind sharing her. I have to admit I really liked hanging out with them. They were college guys enjoying being young and free and they were a lot of fun to be around. They weren't cocky as young guys sometimes are and I appreciated that they seemed to respect boundaries. They never lost sight of the fact that Carrie was my wife and they always deferred to me before they approached her about the next dance. I was able to relax and enjoy watching my incredibly sexy wife express herself on the dance floor. I don't recall having a thing for middle-aged women when I was in college but I also never came across one that I would consider to be as attractive as my wife. I think these guys felt lucky to have someone this hot to dance with.
Soon it was late and Carrie and I knew it was time to go upstairs and finish off our evening in each others arms. As we said goodbye to our new friends, Eric pulled a camera out of his backpack and took a couple of quick pictures as a memento for he and his friends and we headed off to bed.
When we got upstairs, Carrie went into the bathroom to freshen up while I busied myself setting up the room. I enjoyed the scent of the flowers we had bought earlier as I lit candles and placed them all around the room. Just as I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes there was a soft knock on the door. I couldn't imagine who it could be so I edged over and looked through the peep hole. I could see Eric with his backpack slung over his shoulder standing uneasily in the hallway.
"Hey, Eric, what's going on?" I asked, opening the door slightly.
"Carrie left her purse in the bar. I just wanted to return it," he replied, holding up the purse.
"Wow, thank you." That could have put a damper on the evening. I swung the door open and took the purse from his hand.
"Did someone just knock on the door?" Carrie shouted out from behind the closed bathroom door.
"Yeah, it's Eric... from the bar. You left your purse there and he brought it up." I called back.
"How sweet. Tell him to come in, I'll be right out."
Eric entered the room hesitantly and we shuffled by the closed bathroom door. I set Carrie's purse on a chair. There was an uncomfortable silence as Eric looked nervously at his shoes and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Before either of us had a chance to think of something to say to break the awkward silence, Carrie emerged from the bathroom. She was still wearing the sexy black dress but she had taken off her shoes and stockings and her bra.
"You returned my purse?" she asked Eric. He nodded affirmatively, "That is so nice. Thank you so much." With that she walked over and gave him a gentle hug.
Then she pulled away suddenly and asked, "How did you know what room we are in?"
Eric was taken by surprise and by the look on his face I could tell this was going to be an interesting answer. After a pause, during which he nervously looked back and forth between Carrie and me several times, Eric spoke hesitantly, "Oh...I...ah...I saw you this afternoon...the two of you...ah...out there...on the ah...on the...balcony." He could barely get the words out.
"Oh." Carrie blushed. We had only been out on the balcony once that afternoon. "Out there, huh? How...how did you happen to see us...out there?"
