Author's Note: The story below is a true story. What I have done is to change the names of all of us to protect our identities.
I married my wife almost ten years ago and we have had two children in that time. One boy and one girl. As usual the sex during the first years was great, normal bedroom stuff but also the quickie in the car, a blow job while driving down the highway etc.
But during the past few years I've started to have a great desire to see my wife with another man. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife dearly and she is a real looker. Just ask a few of my friends who have been at our house when we have had a pool party.
My wife really looks great in a one piece costume.
She works out on a regular basis at the gym and swims lengths at the public pool, our pool being a smudge too small for that type of training.
My wife, Jenny, is naturally blonde, but is also hairy in the most seductive way possible. She has fine, long, almost transparent, hairs on her arms and upper legs. You have to understand though that it looks fantastic on her, not long and disgusting, almost light, and not noticeable from more than one meter away.
I have always enjoyed a hairy beaver, and my wife has indulged me in this. She trims it back slightly so that when she is in a costume no hair protrudes out, but her mound pouts out from within the confines of her costume. I have seen many men watching her at the beach, wishing they were me. At five-five tall, she really looks great.
I must though, stop digressing and regale a story of what happened a month back.
I phoned my buddy and asked him and his wife to join us on a hiking trip into the mountains. He agreed and a few days later, on the planned date, we set off to the rendezvous point at the start of the trip.
Initially though it was disappointing for Jenny to find out that Mikes wife was not there. Mike explained that he had tried to get hold of all that morning, his wife had to work, or lose her job, and that after he could not make contact with us he decided to come on his own.
The initial disappointment having worn off, we got our hiking gear together, locked the cars in the base camp and set off on the brief seven kilo, first day, part of the hike.
At around half four we arrived at the first stopover of the two night hike, the trail returning to the starting point on the third day.