Author's note: I wrote this a few years ago as part of efforts to help a couple re-kindle the passion in their marriage. It was actually only the wife who read it but, when alone the next day, she called me to let me hear the orgasm she was about to have whilst reading it. That in itself was reward enough but, even better, this and other fantasies I helped her explore succeeded in reviving their bedtime. I was to be rewarded further for that... but more on that later!
My wife, Brenda, and I had been happily married for about ten years. I was forty-two and Brenda thirty eight when we tied the knot. For the first few of those years, We never strayed or cheated on each other. We were pretty much just content to be together as much of the time as possible. We shared every moment we could - work, etc permitting. Right from the start, we always promised to be totally open with each other... no secrets, even if a particular truth was painful or embarrassing. It was a recipe that served us very well.
At first, I admit, it was unnerving to hear her say how she found this guy or that a turn-on, as it was for her to hear me talking about another woman that way. But after a little while, we were confident enough in our marriage - and ourselves - that we could talk freely about what we would like to do with a particular person who caught our eyes.
Up to a certain point, about eight years or so into our marriage, it had only been talk. Eventually, though, we started discussing the idea of actually doing something about these lustful ideas and we gently introduced ourselves to the sensual world of swinging. Always together though. But that was about to take a turn.
Our tenth year of marriage saw the arrival of a new neighbour, Greg; a shy but very likeable guy about ten years younger than us. Brenda fancied him straight away and after a few months of patient coaxing, we invited him to join us for an evening of full sharing, which all three of us enjoyed thoroughly.
Over the next few months, we had several more such evenings and nights until one day a friend of ours, Andy, said he was throwing a party at his expansive house and that we were, of course, invited. Sadly, work commitments meant I couldn't go, much to Brenda's disappointment! Andy's parties were famed for their exploration of the senses.
Disappointment was one expression I couldn't bear to see on Brenda's gorgeous face so I rang Greg and asked him to pop over for a chat.
"Hi guys," he said as he came through the door, unable as ever to avoid drinking in the sight of Brenda's ample breasts which were almost uncovered by the gown she was wearing, having just had an evening shower. "What's up?"
"There's a party on Friday night at our friend's house," I explained. "But, I can't go. And Brenda is not happy about it."
"Oh, right," said Greg. "That's a shame."
"Yes, it is," I agreed. "So I need to ask you a favour."
"Okaaaay," answered Greg, curious. Brenda eyed me suspiciously but with a glint in her eye.
"I need you to take my place and escort my beautiful Brenda to this party."
"Oh wow," Greg said, unable to contain a smile. Brenda turned to face me and planted a huge kiss on my lips.
"Are you sure, Darling?" she breathed into my ear, out of Greg's hearing. "We've only ever been to these things together."
"I'm sure... on one condition," I said. "Send me a selfie of what you're wearing before you leave to go, and tell me everything when I get back!" I said while kissing her neck.
"What did I do to deserve you?" she whispered. "So," wondered Greg, "you want me to go and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble or something?"
"No," I said, moving behind Brenda and opening her gown to give Greg full view of her nakedness."Make sure she does!"
He didn't take much persuading.
My company had found me a sumptuous hotel and I was laid out on the bed when my phone pinged to tell me I had received a video. Pressing play, I was greeted with Brenda's beaming smile telling me she thought a boring old selfie just wouldn't do, before slowly scanning the camera down her body, past her amazing tits, barely held in by a tight lacy bodice, tied at the front so that the strings crisscrossed and half exposedtheir fleshy roundness, down across her swimmer's tummy and to a short red skirt with a cut up the front.
She parted the overlapping fabric to reveal no panties. Sliding her hand between her legs her armheld the skirt halves aside.Her finger slid easily into her already wet pussy. Sliding out again, I could easily see her finger glistening with juices which she raised to her mouth and slowly licked clean before waving and winking at me and blowing me a kiss as the clip ended. A simple text message followed. "I'll tell you all about it when you get home xxx"
The weekend's work over, I got home on Sunday evening. This was a first for us but I couldn't wait to hear her story. Brenda has always been gifted in the art of description so I knew I was in for a very special treat. Dressed only in a robe each, Brenda's only loosely on her, we settled onto the sofa, her head on my lap, looking up at me.
