My wife and I have been married for a very long time! We began dating when we were both in high school and married just after college. Our sexual experience has been limited to one another and, although, still enjoyable I'd be lying if I told you that I wouldn't like a little spice in the bedroom!
My wife, Sofie, is shy, naive, trusting and only interested in making sure that only I enjoy our sexuality. After menopause, Sophie has little to no interest in even having an orgasm; but, she's very considerate in not forgetting my needs. So, even in our late 60s we still have oral sex at least twice weekly. Not bad and no complaints.
That said, Sophie continues to be a stunning woman who looks and acts 15-20 years younger than her chronological age. She works out 3-4 times weekly, is very careful about what she eats and doesn't smoke. She's 5'4 and about 118 pounds and still turns heads. But what's really extraordinary about her is her skin: it's taught, milky white and smooth as silk. Really she's a knockout and her 36D breasts don't hurt the overall package!
As many men my age, I often fantasize and/or masturbate thinking either about our past sexual encounters; or, visualizing what it would be to see my wife really get turned on (again) by a stranger. The past is not an issue and I frequently reflect but a new experience at our age seemed not just highly unlikely but merely a dream!
Well, dreams can and do come true! Last month Sophie and I were out to dinner and, as usual, enjoying ourselves people watching, chatting and relaxing. We both noticed that a gentleman was sitting at the next table alone and after exchanging pleasantries we invited him to join us so that he would have company for dinner. This is not unusual for us as we live in a vacation community where thousands of travelers visit and we often extend hellos.
The gentleman, whose name turns out to be Jim, accepted our invitation and sat on the banquette next to Sophie and across from me. We each had a drink and began the process of getting to know one another. Jim was a nice looking man of 48, well maintained, had a full head of hair, a very casual demeanor and an easy laugh. It was all good and we were all enjoying the banter.
After a second drink my shy, demure, very sexually up-tight wife began to loosen up. She was laughing with the guys, adding comments of her own and the evening was really shaping up to be a very pleasant encounter. No sexual innuendo, no talk of sex at all; so, it was "safe" for Sophie.
The third drink arrived, at Jim's insistence, and I noticed that my wife was really beginning to have a good time. Jim noticed the same! I looked at Sophie and she whispered to me that Jim had his hand resting on her creamy white thigh and asked "what should I do?" I just shrugged and told her to do whatever she wanted to do. A few minutes later Sophie became not only became a bit quieter but also a little "squirmier" moving around on her seat.