My wife Janet and I had been married for 15 years. I knew she had been with women before marriage, and the thought of her with other women aroused me. Before our marriage, I had been with a bi woman, and we had several threesomes; however, I had never suggested that my wife and eye entertain a third person.
One night we watched a movie with a very sexy Spanish actress. We had been drinking, and Janet was tipsy. We often had pillow talk, and this night it centred on the actress. My wife said she wanted me to watch her pleasure the Spanish woman. As I described what I would see, my wife caressed herself. I whispered how I wanted to watch her undress her--kissing her, running her hands over her breasts and licking and sucking her breasts, her nipples. She would lead her to the bed, remove her underwear, and taste her. She was parting her legs and pleasuring her with her mouth. My wife came to orgasm quickly, and as her orgasm faded, she fell to sleep.
We did not talk about that night, although the fascination of watching her with another woman was a constant source of arousal for me.
A year later, we were on holiday, staying at a resort down south and enjoying a beach vacation. It had been a while since we had spent time together, and being down by the beach, drinking cocktails, was what we both needed.
The Resort had several restaurants; one was a little upmarket. We enjoyed the ambience, and the food was delicious. Our wine waiter was this beautiful Italian woman. I flirted with her about Italy, and we took her suggestion for a fantastic Italian red, which was soft and delicate, and had aromas of cherry and chocolate.
I noticed my wife admiring her. She wore a stylish dress that hugged her curvy body. She wore no bra, her amble breasts were firm, and her nipples were standing in the cool air conditioning. I caught my wife staring at her and smiled.
The next day we went to the beach. The water was aqua blue, and the sand was warm under our toes. We lay semi-naked on the beach, and Janet was topless, and I loved looking at her nipples in the sun. As we lay there, the waitress from the previous night walked along the beach. It took me a while to recognise her because she was in a one-piece red bathing suit. As she walked closer, I waved and said hello. To my surprise, she walked up to us. My wife and I had a quick conversation with her and invited her to sit with us.
Daniella had beautiful dark hair, olive skin, large brown eyes and sensual lips. We talked about Italy, and I spoke a little Italian she appreciated my effort, but we mostly talked in English. After a while, she applied some sun tan lotion t her legs and arms. My wife watched her, and I started to imagine them together. Daniella noticed my wife watching her and asked if she would rub some lotion on her back. Daniella was sitting up as Janet rubbed lotion on her. Her hands moved over her body like a skilled masseuse, and Daniella gave a small moan.
Daniella said her back was very tight, and Janet's hands felt so good on her back. She said it in Italian as though she was dreaming. I laughed and told her that Janet was a skilled masseuse and maybe she needed a proper massage.
We stayed at the beach for an hour, and it started to get hot. We invited Daniella back to our room, but she said she shouldn't go to the rooms with guests. I suggested we go up, and she came up later and sneaked in. It all started to sound a little clandestine. To my surprise, she smiled and said okay. I told her our room number, and then we returned to our room.
The walk gave Janet and me a moment to ourselves. I smiled at her and said that Danella was a lovely girl and seemed to be a bit lonely. Janet agreed, but I could tell she was thinking about her body. When we got to the room, I summoned the courage to tell Janet I wanted to watch her pleasure Daniella, and I also said it was okay if it didn't work out that way.
When we got to our room, I suggested Janet have a shower. While Janet showered, there was a knock at the door, and Daniella slipped in. I laughed and asked her if anyone had seen her. I offered a wine, we had a fantastic local chardonnay, and I knew she would like it. As I watched the cool wine pass her lips, Janet arrived in a towel fresh from the shower. Janet asked Daniella if she wanted a shower, and Daniella said she would love one. Janet showed her the bathroom and told her she would get her a towel.
Janet sipped wine with me before getting Daniella a towel. The delay meant that Daniella was in the shower for quite a while without a towel. Janet headed to the bathroom with her towel as the shower turned off. I am not exactly sure what transpired in the bathroom, but Daniella emerged wrapped in a towel.
