If you enjoy this story and feel that we should complete chapter 2, contact us. If we get enough positive replies I'm sure we'll continue. We would love to hear the details of what turned you on/off about this story. If you have a suggested storyline perhaps it'll be in one of our next stories.
This is our first attempt at writing a story—it was a true collaboration between us. Linda and I like it very much; however, I'm sure we're quite biased in our opinions. We had read several other stories together and we have enjoyed a few of them. However, she complained that very few were written so a woman could fantasize it actually happening. She said that women like language like vagina instead of pussy and cunt. She also said that most women would prefer penis to cock, rod, man meat and etc. She explained that most women would prefer another man only after she was able to make a true connection to him based on his personality, background, experiences and etc. I told her I would try to write such a story if she gave me the basic outline and some assistance with it. That's what you see below. After editing the story Linda said that if she met somebody the way this story portrays it, she would jump at the chance. Many of the aspects of the story above are true: her deep throat abilities, her oral techniques, the fact she has done a few guys orally while I watched and that she's open for more adventures. Some parts of the story are fantasy but close enough to our wants and desires that they just might happen.We hope you enjoy this story as much as we did.
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Linda and I have been married about 15 years, and we planned a weeklong trip to Boston to celebrate our anniversary. We still have a great sex life which is kept fresh by occasionally living out one of our fantasies. 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 came 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. Though, I could run faster than her, it was much more enjoyable to be in the rear watching.
We checked into the local Holiday Inn Express—we 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 drink 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 old—he had a slim and athletic appearance with a stately mannerism. When I got there Linda said I was her husband Bill and I said hello. He said his name was James and he was from Great Britain. He had traveled to Boston to visit some relatives. He stopped by to talk to Linda when he saw the Texas lapel pins on her collar. He was doing a book on Texas to be published in England and uses every opportunity he gets to interview anybody he meets from Texas. He stated he doesn't usually go to a bar this noisy but while he was in the states he had to check it out. He asked us if we wanted to go to a bar he knows down the street that caters to soft jazz that has a much more relaxed atmosphere. 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. We asked James a little bit about himself and he stated he used to be a high school teacher—his specialty was physical sciences. He has a passion for archeology and that both England and Europe were great locations for it. I talked a little about the places we visited in Greece he told us about his vacations 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 was interested in virtually all details from the various ethnic groups, the urban stories, religions and history. It seemed like we talked forever. I got curious about how somebody from England would write a book about Texas. He told us that his late wife had died from cancer about five years ago and she always wanted to visit it. He decided to write the book in her memory and also use it as a distraction.
Linda asked if I would like to dance and I said I would after another beer or two. James chimed in that he would love to dance with Linda if we didn't mind. I said it would be fine with me and 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 and Linda asked if I was 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, "That during the third dance she leaned in a little too far against James' thigh and felt that he had a hard-on. James realized what happened and apologized by saying he hasn't had much intimacy since his wife died and the closeness with her had caused a reaction." She told me she just smiled at him and said she was flattered by his attention. To show that it didn't bother her she leaned in to him a few dances later and he just gave her a sheepish smile. She told me that she could tell he has a nice size penis and I just smiled back. She asked me what I thought about what happened and about James. I told her that James seemed like a great guy and I didn't have any problem with what happened on the dance floor. We went back to the table.
