We originally published this under phillyintexas1234. We moved and changed profiles since that time.
We updated and expanded them a little to hopefully make them better stories..
We both wrote this together. With both of our inputs we hope to make it enjoyable by women, men and especially couples alike. We're interested in feedback and hope to incorporate some things we get from your feedback. The more feedback the better our future stories will become.
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Part 1
Linda and I have been married about 15 years, and we planned a week-long trip to Boston to celebrate our anniversary. As well as, an extended trip along the east coast.
We still have a great sex life which is kept fresh by occasionally living out some of our fantasies while on vacations. So far they've mostly been flashing, viewing others in strip bars, and sex in unusual places. We have been discussing taking it a little farther this time. Though, we're not sure yet what we'll be doing.
We are both in our late thirties and still in good shape. It's not hard for Linda to still turn a lot of heads with her long dark hair, long legs (she's nearly 5' 11), her firm 36C breasts, and well-rounded butt. Being 6' 4" myself Linda's long legs come in handy sometimes. I still remember that figure from the time we first started dating. I loved to watch that nice butt move and shake in front of me as we ran around the track at the gym. Though, I could run faster than her, it was much more enjoyable to be in the rear watching.
We checked into the local Holiday Innβwe had a suite with a bedroom and living room. We went to see some of the local tourist spots; as well as, some of the spots that cater to the locals. One night we went to a local trendy bar. It was real noisy and there was little room to move around. Linda was wearing a see through top with a white bra under it and a short form-fitting skirt.
After ordering a few drinks I excused myself to the restroom. When I returned I noticed that standing next to her was a good looking black gentleman about 45 years oldβhe had a slim and athletic appearance with a stately mannerism.
When I got there Linda said, "This is my husband Bill."
I said, "Hello."
He said, "My name is James and I'm from Great Britain. I traveled to Boston to visit some relatives. I stopped by to talk to Linda when I saw the Texas lapel pins on her collar. I'm doing a book on Texas to be published in England and I use every opportunity I get to interview anybody I meet from Texas."
He also said, "I don't usually go to a bar this noisy but while I was here in the states I just had to check it out. Do you want to go to a bar down the street that caters to soft jazz that has a much more relaxed atmosphere?"
We both said, "Yes, please."
We both jumped at the chance, since it was starting to get a little out of control at this place.
Since it was just a few blocks down the street we decided to walk.
I asked James, "Tell us a little bit about yourself."
He said, "I used to be a high school teacherβmy specialty was physical sciences. I have a passion for archaeology and that both England and Europe were great locations for it."
I said, "We visited Greece and visited several archaeological sites while there."
Linda and James got started on a deep conversation about Egypt and the Holy Lands as we entered the door of the bar. It had a New Orleans feel to it and the music seemed to be a mix between blues and jazz. We immediately found an open table towards the back and ordered some drinks.
James got back on the subject of Texas again and we started discussing our experiences in detail.
He said, "I'm interested in virtually all aspects about the various ethnic groups. I'm researching their urban stories, religions and history."
It seemed like we talked forever.
My curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "How did someone from England decide to write a book about Texas?"
He said, "His late wife had died from cancer about five years ago and she always wanted to visit it. So I decided to write the book in her memory and also use it as a distraction."
Linda said to me, "Would you like to dance?"
I said, "I would after another beer or two."
James said, "I would love to dance with Linda if you don't mind."
I said, "Its fine with me."
Linda just grinned and grabbed his hand. They both couldn't get enough of dancing. After about 40 minutes they both came back to the table.
Linda said to me, "Are you ready to dance?"
She gave me that "you better look" so I grabbed her hand as James sat down at the table. On our second dance Linda got real close and whispered in my ear.
She said, "During the third dance I leaned in a little too far against James' thigh and felt that he had a hard-on. James realized what happened and apologized."
James said, "He hadn't had much intimacy since his wife died and the closeness with her had caused a reaction."
She said, "I just smiled at him and said I was flattered by his attention. To show that it didn't bother me I leaned in to him a few dances later and he just gave me a sheepish smile. I could tell he has a nice size penis and I just smiled back."
She asked me, "What do you think about what happened with James?"