Let me preface this story by giving a special thanks to the volunteer editor, CambriaRose.
All individuals in this story are real, although I have changed the name to protect the innocent, all event happened pretty much like how I am about to tell them, although I may embellish just a bit to keep things interesting. I hope you enjoy this story.
Cheers to all.
My lovely wife, Beth, and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We are both now in our early forties. When I first met Beth, she was a hundred pounds soaking wet, five foot four, with jet black shoulder length hair. She had smooth olive tone skin which came from her Asian and Native American heritage, an odd mixture - but stunning all the same. Her eyes were big and brown. She was petite, yet had a somewhat athletic build. She had a beautiful round ass, although Beth believed it to be too big. I loved it because it gave me something to hold on to. Her legs are short but shapely, no doubt an Asian trait, and a pair of the most perfect 34C tits I ever laid my eyes on. The nipples on her tits, one of my favorite parts of her, were big pinkish-brown bulls-eyes, which were always sensitive to the touch. Beth simply loved it when I played with her tits.
After our child was born, Beth put on a few pounds, to make her around a hundred and twenty five pounds. Her butt grew a tad, and her boobs had grown enough to make her a perfect 36C. She was insistence that she would someday return to her former shape, I insisted I loved her just the way she is.
When we first started going out it seemed Beth could never get enough sex, in other words, she loved to fuck. I didn't know if it's her Asian blood, Native American blood, or a combination of both, I could have sworn she was part rabbit. She was relentless, morning, noon and sometimes in the middle of the night Beth wanted sex. I do recall on several occasions being awakened with a raging hard-on because Beth was giving me a blow-job.
At the time, even though I was a young man in his early twenties, I thought she would wear me out. Like a trooper I hung in there and did my manly duty.
As for our sex lives now, I would say that we average two or three times a week, nothing over the top just typical sex. Enough, I thought, to keep us both happy.
As for me, Ryan, I was five eleven, about a hundred and ninety-five pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes. I had a somewhat athletic build. In my earlier years, I was big-time into body building, not competitively, but I was in the gym 6 days a week.
There are several reasons why Beth was attracted to me I think;
First, I was in pretty good shape when we met. Beth always told me she loved my wash-board abs, though over the last twenty years, those abs are now long gone.
Second, were my blue eyes. Ever since high-school, I had a knack for looking into a girl's eyes and get them to blush.
Thirdly, was my innocent, boyish charm. I think Beth liked this about me because from what I have gathered over the years, all of her past boyfriends have been somewhat of the bad-boy type.
It all began in the summer of 1995, we had been married three years, and I thought things we going pretty good. I had a full time job working fifty or so hours a week. Beth was a stay at home mom with our first child, who at the time was a year and a half old. We were able to make payments on the old farm house we had just bought; we had two cars, and a few miscellaneous toys. You get the picture, white picket fence and such, a typical middle class American family.
It was a warm summer weekend and we were both out in the backyard doing the standard yard work stuff; I was mowing the lawn, weed whacking and trimming the bushes, while Beth was watching our son in the kiddy pool and pulling a few weeds from her flowerbeds.
Every once and a while, I would take a break to steal a quick glance at Beth as she worked bent over in the flowerbeds. Beth had her hair up in a pony-tail, she wore a pair of her tight fitting, light yellow shorts that hugged that pretty little tight butt of hers, and loose fitting white cotton top without a bra.
Beth hates wearing bras, even when we would go out for the evening; she would wear one, but complained incessantly about it. She said it made her feel confined, especially since her boobs had grown after she had our child. Unbeknown to Beth, when she leaned over just right in the garden, I could take a peek at those luscious tits swaying back and forth under her shirt. I could see traces of perspiration glistening off those perfect mounds making the view that much more enticing.
There we were, enjoying the wonderful day when I heard a car come rumbling up the gravel driveway. I looked up and saw an old blue Chevy Van coming to a stop. The driver-side door opened up and out popped Jack.
Jack was one of Beth's old flames from way back, just after high-school as I understand it. I had met him a few times before; he was likable and nice enough guy I suppose. Even though Jack was not my cup of tea because he tended to come off rather brash most of the time, we had always gotten along just fine.
Jack came strolling up the pathway sporting a pair of sunglasses, jean shorts, white t-shirt, and sandals. He was unshaven, had a Bud-Light in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I think he looked the same every time I had seen him. He walked up to me shook my hand.
"How have you been, Ryan? Long time, no see. Is Beth anywhere around today?"
"I'm doing fine." I responded and pointed over to Beth, who was still hard at work in the garden.
Beth glanced over at Jack. "I'll be right over, give me a minute."
She got up, brushed the dirt from her hands and knees, checked on junior, and then came over to where we stood. As she was walking over I couldn't help but notice how her white blouse clung to her tits, as they gently swayed to the rhythm of her sultry steps. I noticed some perspiration shining on her chest just above her top. Small droplets started to drip down her cleavage, what a sight to behold that was.
"Hi Jack, what are you doing here?" Beth asked, as she wiped a few drops of sweat from her forehead.
"I am just moving back to town, I have been down south for several years and it's time to come back home. There is not much work down there these days." Jack replied.
From what I recalled, Jack was never one to hold on to a job for too long anyway. He was always moving from place to place getting odd jobs here and there.
Beth got up on her tippy-toes to give Jack a hug and a kiss on his cheek; this is the greeting Beth gives all of her male friends. Jack is about six foot two or so perhaps even six-three, so for Beth it was quite a stretch to reach him. As Jack bent over to receive his 'welcome kiss', there was with little doubt that he was getting the same view of Beth's boobs that I had earlier, perhaps it was even better being that he is a tall man.
When Jack returned Beth's hug, he instinctively put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her a little closer. He must have squeezed her just a bit too hard, because Beth let out a little gush of air from her lungs.
Chuckling, Jack apologized. He released Beth, who backed away, looking a bit pale and flush in the face. I noticed her nipples had started to harden; they were both becoming clearly visible through her light cotton top. No doubt this was from the close contact with Jack.
Jack must have noticed the same thing. As Beth backed away, she looked at me then at Jack, and then looked where we were both staring.
"Stop it, you two. Christ, they are only tits, it's not like both of you haven't seen mine before. "
Beth proceeded to tell us that she had to go in, put junior down for a nap, and get cleaned up. "So keep your selves busy, quietly, and stay out of trouble." So off she went.
Like I said, it was a warm summer day, so I took off my shirt and washed up under the garden hose. Taking my queue, Jack did the same. We both dried off, and headed into the house where grabbed a few beers from the fridge, sat at the kitchen table cooling down under the ceiling fan, and shot the shit.
"Damn, I need to get air conditioning in this old farm house one of these days."
The heat didn't seem to bother Jack much, maybe it was because he had spent the last few years down south and he became acclimated to this type of weather.
When Beth came strolling into the kitchen, she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was wet and put up in a ponytail. She wore an old t-shirt of mine, and clean baggy cotton shorts. And I do mean super short, she must have been trying to show off her summer tan that came so naturally because of her olive skin.
"I thought I told you two to be quiet. Someone is sleeping and God help you if you wake him," She stated. "Why are you two shirtless anyway, go put your shirts on."
I told Beth that we had not wanted to come into the house all grimy and sweaty, so we washed up outside and had used our shirts for towels.
Jack chimed in, "Yeah, it's too warm for shirts anyway and it's not like you haven't seen both of our bare chest's before". Obviously Jack was being a little sarcastic, "Besides, you can take yours off too if you're too warm, we won't mind. It's like you said Beth, they're only tits and it's not like we haven't seen yours before."
This last comment was pretty bold, even for Jack; it must have been the few beers we already had polished off.
