I met my wife Melanie later in life. I was 35 and she was 37. Melanie was a beautiful woman, five feet eight, slim, great legs and ass, and a glorious set of purchased breasts, topped by long blond hair. Imagine Linda Evans from the old TV show Dynasty.
Melanie and I had both done well in our careers. We had enough money to live a good life and we did. Melanie also was the type of woman that wore conservative business suits to work, but would then get home, put on stockings and a garter belt and heels, walk into the living room and say I really want to get fucked!
My new wife loved sex. We both had been through failed marriages and multiple sex partners and spoke freely about our pasts. We agreed that at this point in our lives we were going to have fun, and all the stuff before didn't matter. The one benefit of her past was that Melanie loved sex and was totally uninhibited about it.
One day we were having sex. Melanie was on top of me grinding her pussy down on my cock. She always had multiple orgasms, several while I ate her pussy, a couple more on top and several more either on her back or doggy style. I looked up at her and said you sure look good up there. She responded with, I bet you would like to watch me do this to another guy. I said I sure would.
After that, we incorporated dirty talk into our sex life. While fucking I would tell her to imagine other guys fucking her or her eating another woman's pussy. She would tell me to think of other women while I fucked her or tell me she had just fucked a guy and to eat her pussy or to suck his cock. The sex was great and enhanced by our no holds barred sex conversations.
A few months after we married, we were on vacation in the Caribbean on the island of St. Martin. We spent the days on Orient Beach, a popular nude beach, returned to our hotel, showered went out to dinner, had a night cap at the hotel bar, and then returned to our room and fucked the night away. We were living the life we planned.
Each night at the hotel bar, we would strike up a conversation with the bartender Sergio. He was young, maybe 22 or 23 and Brazilian. He told us some story about a failed soccer career but Melanie was more interested in checking out his very fit body and alarmingly good looks. She flirted shamelessly. One night I brought up Sergio during sex. I told Melanie to imagine him fucking her. She had a very large orgasm and I could tell this was not the first time she thought of fucking our new young friend.
The next day on the beach, I noticed Melanie's nipples were a bit more erect than normal. I asked what she was thinking about. She told me Sergio. I laughed. She then asked, would I like to watch her fuck him for real. I asked her if she was serious and she said deadly serious. I told her I would see if we could make it happen.
That night at the hotel bar we again engaged in conversation with Sergio. But this night, I steered the conversation to If Sergio had spent much time with some of the women staying at the hotel. He laughed and said many times. I asked if he liked Melanie to which he replied yes, very much. I asked what time he got off and he said two AM. I told him we were in room 232 and to stop in.