My wife of twenty two years has always been a very conservative dresser. When we were first dating I was impressed with her modesty. She always felt uncomfortable having men gawk at her. She wore bulky sweaters so as not to accent her breasts, pleated skirts to cover up her hips and buttocks. She does have a beautiful, well rounded, firm ass. Our daughter refers to her as Bubble Butt.
If she were to wear a gown or dress that showed cleavage, she would cover her assets with a lacy undergarment and her bathing suits were always one piece with a skirt to cover up as much of her body as possible. Always choosing dark colors, like black, brown or gray.
We have two daughters, twenty and eighteen. It may have been their influence or my wife turning forty years of age but suddenly my wife complained that all of her clothes were frumpy.
She went on a buying spree. Buying sexy skirts, tops and dresses all in gay colors. I loved it for she was like a new woman, a sexy, sensual woman. She suddenly enjoyed men looking at her and I was proud to have her by my side.
Some weekends when both our daughters are home from school, our apartment gets a little close so my wife decided that the two of us should get away for the weekend. We checked into a resort hotel on a Friday afternoon and we would check out on Sunday.
She had bought two swimsuits for the occasion. While they were not bikinis, they were two piece and they did show off her assets.
Saturday afternoon we were lounging by the pool when I had to go to the rest room. When I was returning, I saw a tall man talking to my wife so I stayed back out of view just to see who he was. He was in a brief bathing suit with a noticeable package.
If I had a package like he had, then I would ware brief bathing suits instead of the swim trunks that I always wore.
My wife was laying on the lounge and he was standing over her talking while she laughed at what ever he was saying. It looked clear to me that he was hitting on her and she was enjoying it. While I could not hear what they were saying, her body language was encouraging his attention.
Suddenly I got this overwhelming sexual arousal, imagining him fucking her. I could feel my penis beginning to get hard so I had to start walking.
When they saw me approaching, he quickly disappeared into the crowd. I asked my wife, "So, who's your friend?"
She replied, "I don't know. He just started talking to me."
"I think he was hitting on you."
She smiled saying, "Yeah, I think he was."
Later that afternoon we went back to our room to shower and get ready for dinner. We ended up making love and it was the most intense, passionate session we ever had because the whole time we were talking about the stranger fucking her. It seemed like it was something we both wanted.
After that day, whenever we made love we would talk about another man fucking her. At first she said no, it's just a fantasy. Then about a week later, she came around to my way of thinking saying, "Well, if this is what you really want. If I ever get the opportunity I'll do it and tell you all about it."
My wife has a girl friend named Alice who has been going steady with a guy for over ten years. Well they broke up and my wife was concerned that Alice would go into depression so she offered to take her out one night for drinks and maybe Alice might meet someone.
To think of my wife going out with her girl friend to meet guys, took my breath away. I was so excited and aroused. When the night came, it was so exciting watching my wife getting dressed up to go out and meet guys.
That night when she was leaving I told her that if she met a guy to enjoy herself. She smiled at me and asked, "Are you absolutely sure, you want me to do this?"
I answered her, "Yes. I'm absolutely sure. It would be exciting and it would give you a wonderful experience."
It was a long night waiting for her. I would some times get a sick feeling in my stomach thinking of her with another man but most of the night I was so excited and aroused.
When she did get home she said they met some nice guys and they danced with them. She met one guy that she liked but she didn't want to do anything in front of her girl friend. She did give him her number.
That Monday he called her and invited her out to lunch which she accepted. She said that he works close by her work. After lunch he asked her if he could take her out for dinner that coming Friday. She accepted asking me again if I was alright with this. Telling me that she was only going through with this for me.
Friday night was very exciting helping her get ready for her date. She was like a school girl going to her prom. I was so aroused I didn't know how to contain myself. She kissed me good bye saying, "He has his own place so don't wait up for me."
And then she was gone. Suddenly I felt so alone. When she was with me I was so excited and aroused but when the door closed, the excitement and arousal died. I became jealous and uncertain. A sick feeling in my stomach not knowing what would happen to her. I didn't know him. Would he be gentle with her or rough?
It was a very long night. I tried to sleep but couldn't. I would drift off for a moment and then wake up not feeling her next to me. I should never have let her go.
Late the next morning she came home. She was dreamy and tired, too tired. She just wanted to take a shower. She said that he has a two bedroom apartment that he shares with another guy. They have one bath and she didn't feel comfortable taking a shower there. She was glad to be home.
After she showered we laid on the bed naked and she masturbated me while telling me all about her sexual adventure. After I ejaculated, she asked, "Tonight after dinner, I want to go back to him and spend another night if that's alright with you?"
I protested and she replied, "This is what you wanted. Don't you think it's too late to be backing out? Besides it's only one more night."
That Saturday night I spent the same as Friday night, alone. She started seeing him on a regular basis although most times she could not spend the night with him because one of our daughters would be home and she didn't want to raise their suspicions.
She told me that he is married but his wife and children live in another state and he will be moving them into this area in the near future. My wife told him that she is married and her husband doesn't know that she is cheating. I keep telling her to tell him the truth that I approve and for her to ask him if I could watch them having sex. She said that she will. She is waiting for the right time.
Each time that she comes home from him she is too tired for sex so she masturbates me. In one of our masturbating sessions, she told me that his room mate was now fucking her. That they have a threesome taking turns with her. That's what I wanted, a threesome. No wonder she's too tired.
The director of her company was giving a cocktail party for the employees and their spouses to celebrate a good year. She told me that at the party, she will introduce me to her lover. That he works near her group. She told him the truth about us and she asked him if I could watch and he agreed.
The party was on a Saturday night and both our daughters would be away at school. At the party, my wife introduced me to him. It was a bit awkward at first but we got along talking about everything but sex. As the party was breaking up, I told my wife to ask him back to our place for a drink. She said, "No. You have to ask him."
I asked him and he agreed. I was finally getting to have a threesome. At our place they started kissing before I could even get the drinks. As I was getting the drinks, they went into the bedroom.
By the time that I brought the drinks into the bedroom he had my wife nude. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was slipping her undies off. I set the drinks on the dresser and stood at the foot of the bed taking my tie and shirt off as he was doing the same.
That's when he stopped me saying, "No. No, you said that you wanted to watch. I don't want you any where near this bed. Stay over there and be quiet. Don't make any noise and we can pretend that you are invisible. Leave your pants on. I don't need to see your dick."
What does he mean? I mean it's my bedroom, my bed and my wife. Before speaking, I looked at my wife but she didn't acknowledge me. She was looking up at him with admiration.
I retreated to the corner of our bedroom and sat on the floor. At least I was getting to watch. He was standing between my wife's open legs and he leaned down and they kissed with open mouths. Then he whispered something in her ear and she giggled.
Standing in front of my wife, he finished taking off his shirt while my wife unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, dropping them to the floor. She then pulled down his underwear and he stepped out of them.
