This is my first attempt at writing anything, so be kind. All names and characters in this story are fictional. I'd like to thank my editor, 2soon2no, for helping with my first submission.
This story has a married couple involved in MMF groupsex, interracial, anal, and rimming. The husband is not a cuck, but is a confident man who enjoys watching his wife enjoy herself. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on.
"Damnit, I can't stick this thing!" I said to myself as I fell off the crux into the granite sandy base of the rock I was climbing.
I was trying to figure out how to climb a rock-climbing boulder route called the Ironman Traverse, in Bishop, California. My regular climbing buddy, Dave, wasn't there to spot me today. He was moving out of his apartment, getting ready to go to Columbia University Law School. I was already scheduled to attend Stanford, where I'd be graduating with my law degree in four years, with the class of 2002. It was August of 1998.
"Excuse me, would you mind spotting me?" came a feminine voice behind me.
"Sure, no prob..." I stopped in my tracks as our eyes met for the first time.
As if I was struck by lightning, I couldn't speak as my eyes took in the beauty before me. Her big blue eyes assessed me, seeing me stutter. Her full lips curled up in a smile as she sensed my discomfort. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a flowing ponytail. She was wearing a light blue sports bra that presented my vision with ample cleavage. I guessed she was about 36D. She had light gray shorts below her toned abs, and her hips flared out enhancing her feminine figure. She was probably five-eight with toned long legs. She was breathtaking.
"Ugh, yeah, sorry, my name's Steve. I was just trying to figure out the crux," I said, trying to gather myself.
"Hi, I'm Sarah. Is this the Ironman Traverse?" she asked sweetly, as she assessed the climb.
"You got it, it's a classic." I said, watching her grab onto the starting holds.
She lifted herself effortlessly and began traversing the obvious lines in the smooth granite face. She presented me with a great view of her toned round ass below the gray shorts she was wearing as she lifted her leg to a high foothold, pulling herself almost upside-down as she re-chalked her hands. She moved with the grace of a ballerina. She transitioned herself into position to the final lunge, which was the crux of the route. Unlike men, who try to power through obstacles, women are more adept at using finesse to move with efficiency. Sarah was no exception. She pulled herself up effortlessly and landed the move that I had just fallen from.
"Can you spot me?" she asked again, indicating she was going to let go, and I needed to assist her landing.
"Go ahead," I said as she let go, and she fell into my arms.
Her momentum carried me backwards, and I lost my footing, pulling her with me. She landed on top of me unharmed and straddling my groin. Her eyes met mine with a smile as I looked up at her. My face moved upward, and hers moved down. Our lips met for the very first time.
Present day.
"Hey Sarah, I'm home," I said as I walked into our large foyer, pulling off my tie. "Where are the kids?" I asked, looking out our wall of glass at the lake below.
Sarah and I purchased this house in Coeur d'Alene fifteen years ago. It was a total rehab from the foundation to the roof, which took two years to complete. We picked the house for the location and the fact that it had its own dock. I still remember Sarah's response when she looked out the back window at the lake below. "This is where I want to raise our kids," she said as she ran her hands over her baby bump.
We converted the old fishing cabin to the 3900 square foot home that it is today. Sarah picked out everything from the Sub Zero kitchen appliances to the hardwood floors. The 2020 Covid outbreak skyrocketed property values in our area to more than double, when hordes of wealthy urbanites sought properties in locations where you could actually go outside.
I couldn't hear the kids playing their Xbox, and the TV wasn't blaring, which is rare for our house. Sarah walked around the corner from the kitchen, wearing her "fuck me" heels and a classy floral print dress. Her heels echoed on our white oak hardwood floors.
"They're at your parents' house. They are spending the night. We're going out for dinner to celebrate you winning your big case," Sarah said sexily.
"Damn you're hot in those heels and that dress," I said, kissing her, "Thank you, we need a night out."
My 43-year-old wife looked half that age. She was almost as tall as my six-two with her five-inch heels. Her firm breasts were presented perfectly in the navy and pink floral v-cut dress, showing a hint of her cleavage. Her dress cut in at the hips, presenting her toned waist and round ass flawlessly, not that she had any flaws.
I changed into jeans and a simple button up. The last thing I wanted to wear was anything dressy after walking around in a suit all day.
"So, how was your day?" I asked.
"Good. Antoine worked me hard today. Lot's of lunges, box jumps, squats, and deadlifts," she replied.
I grinned at the double entendre that her innocent nature didn't perceive.
"Oh stop, that's not what I meant," she giggled as she realized why I was grinning.
Sarah came from a strict upbringing, and she was very naïve because of it. Additionally, she was overweight for most of her teenage years, and had a low self-esteem because of it. When she was sixteen, her church took her youth group rock climbing, and she immediately fell in love with the sport. She realized she needed to change her body composition if she were to pursue the sport. Her strong will resulted in her shedding fifty pounds in a matter of three months. Although she lost the weight years ago, she still perceived herself as that chunky teenage girl. Hence, she never picks up on when men are hitting on her and has no idea how attractive she really is.
Tammy, who Sarah worked out with for ten years, moved out of state recently, and she needed someone to challenge her. She asked Antoine to work with her three months ago, and he has been her personal trainer ever since. I saw Antoine checking her out on several occasions. Of course, she never picked up on it.
We jumped in my custom Landcruiser and headed out. Overlanding, which is multi-day camping out of your offroad truck, is a hobby of mine. We've always enjoyed the outdoors, which is why we set up our home base in Northern Idaho. Having a truck up here that can get you anywhere is an essential tool. We've spent many nights in places not many people have seen.
We went to a restaurant overlooking the lake that had great food and drinks. Their chef had a delicious menu, and it had a great casual lounge feel. Sarah knew this was my favorite restaurant, and she had reservations. The cute young greeter sat us at our favorite table overlooking the lake. We didn't have to wait long before our waiter arrived.
"Hello, my name is Jason, and I'll be um, your um, waiter this evening," he stuttered as he looked at my wife and forgot about everything else in his life.
I always enjoyed watching men react to Sarah. It's almost like watching myself on our own first meeting, and I remember that first magical kiss. His eyes darted from hers when she looked down at her drink menu. He took in her cleavage that was presented quite pleasingly.
He looked to be in his mid to late 20's with one of those trendy beards everyone is wearing these days. I always thought those were too high maintenance for me. He was well-built and probably spent a fair amount of time in the gym. He finally completed the typical introduction and asked for our drink order.
"I'll have the Diamond Creek Gravelly Meadow" 2002 Cabernet Sauvignon. That's the year we were married," she said, looking up as the waiter's eyes quickly moved back up to hers.
