I'm a thirty-seven year old married mother of two children with blonde hair, brown eyes, an insurance agent, with a 36D-24-38 figure in an open relationship with my husband. I walk, do yoga, and work out at the gym four days a week, attending zumba classes two days a week to stay in shape.
On a Saturday in August just before school started my husband, children and I, accompanied by one of my husbands old friends spent the day on our dock, swimming, tanning, and playing with our chocolate lab Jake.
Doug played high-school football with my husband and after serving in the military for twenty years had returned home trying to find a job and adapt to life as a civilian. My husband was attempting to get him to go into law enforcement, and had invited him to our home on lake Greenwood for the day.
Doug and his wife were separated at this time with little hope of reconciliation due to infidelity issues on both sides. Doug was a great guy, charming, good looking, and had a great sense of humor. He was also very flirtatious, and never hid that from any woman he found attractive.
When we had spent time with him and his wife, Doug always flirted with me openly unless the children were present, but if they weren't, he had no problem when our spouses were there. My husband never said anything to him, even encouraging Doug, telling me it was all in fun, and that Doug had always been that way.
This day was no different than any other, but when the children were out swimming Doug's flirtation was a bit more to the point, telling me what he was thinking about as he made comments concerning the bikini I had on, and the goodies hidden underneath.
Our children were staying with my parents for the rest of the weekend, and the next week, so after they had gone, I showered and changed clothes, while Doug and my husband grilled chicken and had a few beers. When we finished eating, Doug took a shower in our second bathroom while my husband showered in the master bath, they changed and came out on the deck where I was watching the sunset across the lake.
Both of them were in t-shirts and shorts, I was wearing cutoff bib overalls and a modest white crop top. Doug was drinking another beer, my husband was having what I assumed was a crown and coke, as I finished my tequila sunrise. My husband took my glass, going back inside to fix more drinks and grab another beer for Doug, who was reminiscing about their days in high-school, telling stories about football, girls, and how much fun they had working as life guards during the summer.
While my husband was inside he started flirting again, asking if I would let him see what I was wearing under my clothes, saying I'd been teasing him during the day in my bikini, which had caused him to spend the better part of the day trying to tame the hard on in his swimming trunks. I laughed, telling him I didn't think he'd noticed, apologizing for the predicament he had, and undid the buttons at the waist of my bibs giving him a glimpse of the white lace thong I had on.
As my husband came back with our drinks Doug crossed his legs attempting to hide the bulge in his shorts, giving me a lustful smile as my husband sat down beside me. After a few more drinks Doug referred to me as a MILF, my husband laughed, saying you have no idea my friend, she wears the title proudly, and enjoys the attention it brings.
I had a pleasant buzz from my drinks, and was feeling good, my husband had his arm around my shoulder, his hand hovering near my breast, and he gave me a warm lingering kiss before asking me if I liked the attention, knowing that other men wanted me.