I always knew I was lucky and every time that I looked at her I was reminded even more forcefully. She was sexy, knew that she was, and made it a habit to flaunt it. It did not bother me one bit and I was always amused by the many persons, men and women, were distracted to their own danger, by her. Her many hours in the gym and a strict diet had produced 130lbs of sheer delight. A warm light brown complexion covering her sculptured legs and 34D bust line was just the icing on the cake. For as long as she knew, there was always the blessing, sometimes burden, of her beauty. When we started dating it took Danae some time to understand the fact that I was never fazed by her beauty. She was also of the opinion that I did not appreciate the struggle she had dealing with eyes wandering all over her body all the time. Interestingly, when we met I was never stunned by her. I had seen many gorgeous women before and I had grown to move more for the substance than the cover, not that I was not influenced by what was presented. It took us a few years to find a level on which we could communicate and then moved into the deep appreciation which led to our falling in love. I to enjoyed her beauty and watched her glide around our home all the time. Damn, I felt lucky.
After two years of marriage my admiration for Danae had not changed, neither was there any change from all the admiring eyes all around. We often had real fun recalling her adventures with men from all strata who could not help but express their desires. I was always stimulated by the thought of watching my wife live out the desires of one of her admirers. It was never discussed as I never thought that she would be the least bit interested in such activities. She was in no way stuck up and without a sense of adventure as we had fucked at some very interesting places and some interesting times. We were also, always keen to maintain our sexual intensity. She was usually very horny after a workout at the gym and knowing this I often prepared her a bath and offered to wash her body which, as is inevitable, led to some awesome sex in and out of the bathroom. As the weeks passed and each sexual exchange satisfied me there was this deep seated feeling to take it to a new level. Eventually, after one evening of stirring lovemaking I made clear my proposal. Her response was as mature yet provocative as always.
"Not a bad idea as long as I get to make the choice," she responded to my idea.
"That's fine," I agreed.
There was no trace in my mind who she was going to choose. I imagined the many guys that we both knew and wondered if she would have chosen any of them. There were also the guys at her gym, many of whom I had never met. The possibilities were endless it seemed and I could not help but wonder if I had gone too far on my current freak streak.
We had not agreed on anytime and place for our new sexual project. My being able to witness the event was the sole criterion. As the days passed however, I wondered what was going through her mind and in the end how she would perform under my stare. She had always been a daring person and I was confident that she would have provided a good show. We had also reached a wonderful level of sexual liberation which made it easy to feel that it would be another episode that we would thoroughly enjoy. My wife was also careful to keep the suspense high and even when I queried what was happening, her responses were limited to single words. I knew I had to wait and as hard as it was, there was little value in trying to get it done on my timetable. It was with pleasure that I received the news that we were having a visitor for dinner next weekend as, based on how it was said, it was clear that she had decided on who. The identity of the person remained secret and no amount of prodding could get it released. The days went by much slower than I had hoped and when Saturday finally came I was trembling with anticipation. The arrangement for the afternoon was simple. Our guest would be over, we would have dinner, then I would appear to leave for an quick errand which would allow me to get to my vantage point to witness my wife fucking this fellow. The guy would not know that I was going to be there. She would make it seem like a quick fuck for wonderful guy. Why not, all normal men wanted to fuck my wife. I was more than helpful that afternoon and getting dinner ready was more pleasurable today. As we prepared the phone rang and my wife quickly answered and after a few words she was done.
"Was that him?" I quizzed.
"No, that was Dawn," she responded.
"How is she, I have not seen her in ages, is she still coming to the gym?" I asked. Dawn was a friend of hers that was really hot. She was a fitness freak and had one of the tightest butts you could find. With years of gym work, she was well toned which, with her effervescent personality, made her very likeable.
"She actually will be popping by," my wife continued.
"Oh, lets hope she does not plan to stay, lest ... you know," I commented as I moved to get some more fruits from the fridge.
"What kind of a comment is that, Dawn is my friend and the fact that you have your agenda does not change that ... OK?" she retorted somewhat sternly.
Deep down I had to agree with her and I quietly apologized. She asked me to do the finishing touches as she went to change her dress. Our visitor was expected within ten minutes and we needed to finish our preparations.
The doorbell rang and I went to get it thinking it was our dinner guest. It was Dawn. She looked as radiant as she always was and greeted me in her usual bubbly way.
"Hey you," she said as she leaned forward to hug me.
I could not help but feel the impact of he breast on my body as we hugged. She was wearing a pale olive summer dress with the body more like a tube which allowed her breasts to spread nicely across her chest. There was obviously no bra supporting them.
