Let me set the scene for you. I am in my mid forties, reasonably fit, just under six feet tall β I think fairly good looking β and bald from head to toe. Jane, my wife of the past 15 years, is five feet four has luscious sandy colored hair, 36 DD breasts, a nice hour glass figure, also clean shaven, and until recently I thought quite reserved when it came to sex.
Not that our sex life is boring by any means. While we are not the rabbits we were when we first got together, we regularly have torrid sessions that leave us both spent. Jane has magic fingers and loves to bring me to a peak before backing off and waiting for me to calm down before attacking again. This usually ends with me either ejaculating wildly over her tits and belly or inside her wet pussy. I like to think I can also please her particularly as I love to lick her puffy pussy lips and asshole. My tongue is often joined by multiple fingers in both openings which bring her to violent orgasms. Often this is followed by me burying my hard cock in her soaked pussy.
Being a normal male, I have, over the course of our marriage, tested the boundaries with our sex life. Introducing toys, light bondage, discussing the introduction of a third party (male or female), videotaping Jane masturbating or our sex sessions. Jane has taken on some of these enthusiastically while others she said didn't interest her. Particularly she said that bringing another person to our bed or public sex was not needed. Why would she need to β she had all she wanted in me. A great ego booster but not quelling my internal need to explore our sexuality.
I revisited these thoughts over time, sometimes describing a fantasy while making love. Again, verbally, I was knocked back but I also noticed over time that her physical reaction was changing. I spied her checking other women out as we walked through the city, or noticing both men and women when sunbaking on the beach near our house. Her glances sometimes turned to stares sometimes accompanied by her pressing her legs together or unconsciously touching her breasts. I didn't confront her about these sly glances as it added to my pleasure when we had sex. I also didn't want to risk her backing away from these emerging feelings.
It was about six months ago that everything started to change. It was Jane's birthday and we had arranged to meet a number of friends at a nearby club. One thing I will say about Jane is that she can hold her drink fairly well but it does loosen her inhibitions. We met our friends, Karen, Judy, Keith and Linda mid-evening and entered the club looking forward to a night of celebration. The music was pumping and the drinks were flowing. Keith and I grew up together and his wife, Linda, spent most of the time on the dance floor. They were bumping and grinding while the rest of us were quite happy to occupy a booth and continue drinking and enjoying each other's company.
It was about midnight when Jane and Karen excused themselves and headed to the ladies room. This was not unusual as most women often accompany each other to the restrooms to talk about the men or discuss their latest hair-do. I think there talking about going to the ladies room must have sent a signal to my bladder also as suddenly had an urge to piss. I excused myself from Judy and headed to the men's toilet. In the club there is a small entry way to the restrooms and you either veer left or right depending on whether you want the male or female toilets. I passed through the gap and glanced to my right at the door to the ladies hoping to get a peek inside. What a view I got.
A women was leaving the ladies toilet and as the door was swinging closed I saw Karen and Jane facing each other inside the room. They had their hands placed on each other's hips. Nothing particularly unusual as both ladies had known each other for about 10 years. The door continued to close but before it did, I saw Jane lean in an kiss Karen square on the lips. Again, nothing unusual about them sharing a kiss, as most women do on meeting or leaving, but this was a sensuous, open mouthed kiss that instantly turned any thought of pissing into a visualization of the two women entwined. The door finally closed. I quickly headed into the men's and let my engorged penis out of my pants to finish the job I came here to do, then quickly headed back to the booth before Jane and Karen returned.