I can barely contain my excitement. Tonight's the night I've been waiting for. Our tenth anniversary and the promise that Greta made to me on our wedding night.
I should probably give you a little back story to explain the whole situation. See, I was Greta's first, the night we got engaged. I asked and presented her the ring. She said yes and put it on. It fit perfectly. I took her home and we went inside, where she gave me her virginity. Honestly, it wasn't my best performance. It was the first time I'd been with a virgin and I think the discomfort she experienced dulled the pleasure I felt at finally getting to make love to my fiancée. Luckily, we found a rhythm the next morning before church, and after church, and after lunch, and between meals, and ... well, you get the idea.
Seven months later, we were still very much enjoying the pleasure we found in each other and wed. Our wedding night was magnificent. After the mid-day wedding, we were roasted and toasted by our friends and slipped away to a hotel to await the morning flight to Cozumel. She slipped off to change into a frilly lingerie and I slipped out of everything I wore. When she presented herself to me, I waited in the bed, my proud member saluting her beauty. I had a little fun playing with the lace before getting her naked and down to business. I did all the things she likes and had the immense joy of feeling her orgasm while I rode her and then filled her with my final salute. We laid there in the afterglow, neither one sleepy and touched, kissed, and cuddled. We also talked, she sharing some bizarre fantasy about being a Mayan goddess (pretty funny with her pale skin and bright red hair), but something we've role-played over the years nonetheless. Then she asked me to share one of mine. I had hesitated to share it with her, but figured, what the hell. I told her that it had been a longtime fantasy of mine to have a threesome with another woman. She got quiet, but I could tell she was thinking. Finally, she told me that for our tenth anniversary, if I could wait for it and we had a female friend we could trust, that we were totally comfortable with, she would do it. Not really accepting the promise at face value, I laughed and we fell into a tickle-fight, that fell into kissing, that progressed into some serious love-making before dinner.
I had pretty much forgotten about her promise until a couple of months ago. Her thirtieth birthday passed with the kids at the grandparents. We had a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant. I gave her a diamond tennis bracelet (the sales year had been awesome) and looked forward to some fun at home.
The house was quiet as we pulled into the garage. Through the door and up the stairs, out of our clothes and into each other's arms. Our tongues darted into each other's mouths as my hands found and pulled the thick nipples on my wife's quite ample breasts. She moaned and bucked against me, pulling me into her as she laid back on the bed. I stood there and powered my erection into her with all I had. Her eyes locked onto mine and she told me to stop. I backed off and she rolled over, pushing herself onto her hands and knees. She knew how much I liked rear-entry and she was giving me my present. I got on my knees behind her and slid into her slick passage. My hands closed over her tits as she reached back to fondle her clit. We came together, a rare enough occurrence as to be remarkable. I held her hips against me as I pumped my semen, unvenomed by sperm since my vasectomy after child number two, into her waiting womb.
We lay there in each other's arms afterwards and relived some of the more fun nights we'd spent together. We both knew what we were building up to, even if it took me longer to recover at thirty-five than it had at twenty-five. Our kissing and cuddling took on a little more serious flavor as she leaned down and took my nipple into her mouth, nibbling and sucking with a nice variation. Her hand found my already half-erect member and began to slowly stroke it, timing it with her suckling. Soon, I was at full erection and she mounted me, taking me into her with a slow rhythm. This was the lovemaking we both enjoyed immensely but too rarely. Two kids kept moments like these to a minimum.
I looked up at her, enjoying the view. Her breasts sagged a bit now as did her belly. The hips my hands now held were a little thicker. Her thighs had cellulite, as did that firm ass I'd been so keen on spanking when we played. But she was still the only woman I'd ever really loved. Even if I lusted on occasion over secretaries and friends and even, just the week before, the babysitter. All had provided fodder for my fantasies as I stood in the shower or before the toilet, my dick in my hand as I jacked it off to orgasm, which I was actually quite expert at aiming it directly into the toilet.
Greta bent over, putting her weight on her hands, brushing her fat breasts over my lips. She moaned when I captured one in my lips. She increased the tempo, feeling my expansion and hoping to create another simultaneous orgasm. We almost made it, too. I felt myself shooting into her depths as she whimpered the beginnings of her own. I forced myself to keep driving toward my goal until she came in a full-throated scream of pleasure, my thumb working the nub of her clitoris as she squeezed it between us. She collapsed on top of me, her vaginal muscles continuing to squeeze me until my softened penis slipped out of her. I held her in my arms, my hands rubbing her back and my lips kissing at her collarbone.
She pushed herself up and looked down at me, a glint of amusement in her eye. "What's so funny?" I demanded softly.
"What do you think about Sara?"
Sara was one of Greta's coworkers that I didn't know very well. I had the mental picture of a thin, young woman with straight blond hair and horn-rimmed glasses. The scrubs that she wore to work, like every other nurse on the floor, tended to be shapeless and gave no real hint to what lay underneath.
