Resa looked out over the water as the sun slowly melted into the horizon. Not just her favourite time of day but her favourite time of year as well, late autumn where the air just starts to get crisp and it makes sense to relax in the hot tub she was currently luxuriating in. She had come up to this lake the previous summer with her husband, Jim, but it was really showing its colours now. The leaves were even more golden in hue than normal as the setting sun blazed through them. She breathed in the scent of colder weather to come, fresh in the air.
She turned to her husband, who was slowly sliding his cock in and out of the beautiful young woman beside her. She was bent at the waist and had her hands on the side of the tub as he hooked his hands around her hips, pulling deep into her as she pushed her ass back into him with a look of ecstasy on her face. She watched the two of them and felt nothing but love and contentment. She knew exactly how she got here but she was still a little dizzy taking it all in.
She was pretty sure she could trace it back to the bathroom reno. They had been in their house for about 10 years and had renovated almost every room in it, kitchen, bedroom, all of the living spaces. They had finally got around to doing their ensuite and were going all out. They had been planning to go away for their twentieth anniversary but a bunch of stuff got in the way, so they decided to splurge on the bathroom.
The reason Resa could trace it back to the reno was remembering the moment Jim had been following her through a home improvement store. She was looking for a very particular wall mirror but couldn't remember where she had seen it. Jim was not paying attention to the mirrors as he was more interested in watching her beautiful, round ass sway from side to side in the tight, patterned yoga pants she was wearing.
She had stopped in front of a wall of mirrors and was scanning them intently. "Are those new pants?" he asked quietly as he came up behind her.
"Maybe," she blushed a little, "do you like them?"
"Yes, me and every other guy in here, I think." He looked at her reflection in the mirrors as she searched, a small smile curling her lips. He also noticed that she was wearing a tight top under her light jacket that was cut a bit lower than normal, displaying the top of her amazing cleavage. Resa had been the epitome of 'the girl next door' when they met, cute features with large, round eyes and a ready smile. She had also been completely oblivious of the impact her amazing body had on the men around her.
Over their twenty plus years together, she had matured into something more, still cute and fun, but a bit curvier - breasts that could fairly be described as large and a rounder ass but still with that hourglass waist that he loved grabbing when he took her from behind. She usually dressed pretty casually when they ran errands but he wasn't complaining about her new, tighter, sportier look.
They carried on through the store picking up a few more bits and pieces. Jim split off and headed over to the plumbing aisle to pick up some pipe cement and returned to find his wife in the lighting aisle. She was at the other end and as he started to walk towards her, she was reaching up for a light fixture. Her shirt lifted slightly, exposing her midriff as her breasts stretched the fabric of her shirt.
Jim stopped from a distance so he could watch the reactions of the men around her. Two guys had just stopped what they were doing and were staring openly while a third guy came over to help her reach the light. He handed her the light and she ran her hand down his arm as she thanked him. Jim felt a weird combination of jealousy and arousal as he watched her gentle flirting with the guy who grabbed the light.
She turned and spotted Jim and started walking towards him, again with that sway in her hips. Jim noticed that all three guys were now just staring at her ass as if hypnotized. She was almost giggling as she hustled Jim around the corner.
"You're right about these pants," she laughed.
It took stops at two more stores to find the mirror she had been looking for. She swayed through the aisles while Jim hung back, watching the men checking her out as she would bend over to check price tags or pick something up, a mischievous smile on her face the whole time. After finally finding the mirror and paying, Jim drove home with his wife's hand on his thigh, just lightly pressed against his crotch for almost the entire drive. He was definitely getting a bit suspicious about what she was up to. He stared at her ass again as she swayed into the house, this time she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching.
"Happy anniversary," Jim laughed as he handed her the mirror when they got inside.
"Very funny, I've got
your
present right here," she smiled as she smacked the side of her ass.
He moved over to her, took the mirror back and set it on the floor. He pushed his body into hers as she backed against the hallway wall. He kissed her firmly and she let out a muffled sigh as his tongue danced across hers. He moved to kissing her neck before he spoke, "I'm not complaining, but what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" she replied innocently.
He moved his hand up to cup her breast and gently squeezed her nipple through the fabric. She gasped as his other hand grabbed a handful of her ass. "These new, tighter clothes, teasing those poor guys at the stores. You seem a bit... heightened," he breathed into her neck.
"I guess I've been feeling a bit old. I wanted to see if I still have it."
"Old? Forty-three is still young as far as I'm concerned."
"That's only because you're forty-four," she laughed. "It's just that nobody I know around my age has been married for twenty years."
"That's just because a bunch of them are divorced. Believe me, you still have it, just look at the way those guys couldn't keep their eyes off you at the stores."
"I suppose."
"You didn't seem to mind the attention," Jim said as he slipped his hand into the front of her yoga pants, sliding down inside her underwear until his fingers found her already slick opening. Resa gasped as he easily slid a finger inside her. "Hmm, it seems like you liked teasing those guys," Jim said as he felt just how wet she was.
Jim knew all of her buttons, lightly kissing her neck, squeezing a nipple with one hand and circling her clit with the other. It didn't take long before she was moaning and shaking her way through an intense orgasm.
Jim looked into his wife's eyes which were just returning to focus after her ecstasy. He knew her well enough to know that there was something else that was still on her mind but he let it slide. It was kind of their way to talk about things. They both preferred to mention something, let it percolate and return to the discussion later. He knew there was something under the surface but she would come back to it when she was ready.
Jim kissed her flushed lips and they carried on to the bathroom to discuss what was left to do before he started preparing for the next big job, tiling the shower. He spent the rest of the day sealing all of the joints in the waterproof membrane he had installed in the shower surround the day before.
They were lying in bed together that night and Jim could tell that something was still on Resa's mind. She had a book propped up in her lap but she hadn't turned a page in ten minutes. She finally put her book down, rolled over to him and put her hand on his chest. "Do you think we got married too young?" she asked softly.
"I don't think so. Why?"
"Well, when I was out with the girls the other night, after a few drinks, the conversation turned to sex. Don't get me wrong, I love our sex life but I didn't have much to add to the conversation, experience-wise. Everyone else was telling stories about college and all the crazy stuff they had done before getting married."
"I thought guys weren't supposed to know what happened on girl's night."
"Very funny," she said sarcastically. "I'm serious. Do you feel like you missed out on... sexual stuff because we were so young?"
"Sure, the guys tell stories about all the stuff they did but I wouldn't trade any of that for the last twenty years." Jim wasn't totally sure where this was going but he felt like he had a hunch. "Did something come up in the conversation that you wished you had done? Something that maybe turned you on a little?"
"Maybe," she smiled. Her hand was wandering its way down his chest at this point. "It might have been a couple of things."
Jim always thought she was so sexy when she was being a bit coy. "You know, we're only just over forty, we've got time to fulfill some fantasies, but we really should do it before we're too old."
"I know, it's just that we couldn't fulfill this fantasy on our own."
"Well, now you've piqued my interest," Jim replied with genuine curiosity. "What was it?"
"I'm not sure I want to say, you might not be into it."
"You can't drop a hint like that and then not tell me," Jim laughed. "I promise, no judgement from me."
"Fine," she said as her hand continued over his stomach. "Cheryl was telling us about a threesome she had in college and I felt a bit jealous."
"You were jealous of Cheryl having a threesome? Isn't that supposed to be every
man's
fantasy?"
She laughed, "I think men usually fantasize about two women. Cheryl was talking about her with two guys." Her hand had now reached his boxers and she was slowly dragging her fingernails up and down the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric.
"Oh," Jim paused. "What about it made you jealous?"
"To be honest, it just sounded so dirty, like something good girls and good wives wouldn't do. I kinda feel like I missed out on that." She paused a little before continuing, "And, to be blunt, I loved the thought of being, what is it called, spit-roasted?"
