This story contains details of wife sharing, so please don't read it if that is likely to bother you.
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When I was young airports seemed glamorous places and I usually enjoyed the whole experience. Perhaps it's the fact that I've just turned forty or maybe it's the increased security which leaves me feeling that airports are tedious places which have to be endured rather than enjoyed.
Despite that my wife and I had arranged to go on a city break to Copenhagen. It was really just a long weekend - a flight out late-morning on the Friday and then returning on the Monday afternoon. The choice of Copenhagen probably had more to do with the cost and convenience of the flights, rather than any burning desire to see the Danish capital. Having said that we both enjoyed Danish TV dramas The Killing and Borgen, so having a look at a city where they'd been filmed had a certain appeal.
The trip was also partly to celebrate our new found freedom. Our twin sons had recently headed off to university, which gave us more flexibility and freedom to do what we wanted. We'd had the occasional weekend away in Britain as a couple, but this was our first weekend break abroad.
Our local airport was probably as quiet as I've ever seen it, so the wait for our plane was more pleasant than on some previous occasions. Boarding was pretty much on time and Kim took the window seat while I had the middle one in a row of three. We took off into some pleasant autumn sunshine and were soon high over the North Sea.
It's a relatively short flight and it didn't seem long before we were heading out of the terminal and hailing a taxi to take us to our hotel. Once we'd checked in we had a coffee then took a stroll to see what the local area had to offer.
On previous weekends away we'd settled into a pattern where the Friday evening was rather relaxed, but on the Saturday we dressed smartly and went to a good quality restaurant. Kim always wore a dress on the Saturday night. She's not vain, but like any woman she does like to dress up occasionally and I certainly encourage that. When you've been married a while it's easy to take your partner for granted, but I still found Kim very attractive, especially when she was dressed in a way that made it clear that she was a woman. Not that she would ever wear anything sluttish, but I did like to see her in dresses which emphasised her trim figure, ample breasts and shapely legs.
We would invariably have very good sex when we got back to our room on the Saturday night and I certainly hoped that some energetic sex was on the agenda for this weekend. However as we were also staying for the Sunday night I wasn't certain how things would play out on this occasion.
In the event it turned out that we did rather more walking and sightseeing on the Saturday than we intended and we were both tired and agreed it was best to save our "special" time for the Sunday evening.
After speaking to some of the hotel staff and a couple of guests we booked a table at a nearby Italian restaurant for the Sunday evening. So after a more relaxed day's sightseeing we found ourselves showering and getting changed ready to go out in the evening.
I'm sure I'm not the only husband who enjoys watching his wife getting ready to go out. There's an element of reverse striptease about it and of course there was the knowledge that I would later be removing that dress and lingerie and enjoying the intimate pleasure of my wife's body. For this weekend I had bought Kim a stunning black and red bra and pants set and she had agreed to indulge me by wearing stockings and suspenders (a garter belt to our American friends).
It was wonderful watching Kim clipping her stockings into place and then running her fingertips across them to smooth a couple of wrinkles out. I don't really understand why stockings are so sexy, but they undoubtedly are. Perhaps it's the thrill of sliding your hand upwards across smooth silk, onto warm flesh and then a pair of damp panties.
Although Kim was in her late thirties she had kept her looks and figure incredibly well and I felt a surge of pleasure that she was my wife. She was a virgin when we met and throughout the eighteen years of our marriage we had both been faithful to each other.
When Kim was fully dressed I snuggled up behind her and told her how fabulous she looked. As if drawn by magnetism my hands slid up to cup her breasts. Save yourself she said, there'll be plenty of time later. An encouraging reply.
We took the lift down to reception and found ourselves leaving the hotel at the same time as Bruce, a guy who I'd been sat next to on the plane. He was here on a business trip to see some engineering equipment and this weekend was the only convenient time. We'd exchanged a few pleasantries at breakfast with him yesterday and he seemed a very pleasant guy.
I asked him where he was going and he pulled a face and said he was going out with his Danish host. I asked him why the face and he said he didn't actually like the guy, but it seemed rude to refuse.
"He's a typical salesman, all talk and no substance. I wish I'd said no, but he was very insistent."
I wished him luck and we set off towards our restaurant. It wasn't far from the hotel so we decided to walk, despite the rather high heels Kim was wearing.
The restaurant was good, though to be honest I wasn't quite as keen as Kim, but didn't say anything in case it put a downer on the good mood she was in. The weather wasn't exactly cooperating though as it was raining when we came out of the restaurant. That scuppered our plans for a slow walk back stopping off at a bar we'd spotted earlier.
"Why don't we get a taxi back, have a drink in the hotel bar and then get an early night," Kim said playfully. "It's probably best not to have sex, let's save our strength for tomorrow's journey," she teased.
"There's no chance of that. You look so gorgeous I've got to have you." She laughed at that and we hailed a cab to take us back to our hotel.
When we got in the bar it was fairly quiet, but it had only just turned nine o'clock. We were surprised to see Bruce stood at the bar and we went and asked him why he was back so soon.
"Don't ask," he said. "It was a disastrous evening, I'd rather just forget it."
Of course that intrigued us and we asked him what had happened. We ended up sat at one of the tables while Bruce explained that his Danish host had taken him to a club which turned out to be a real dive. The guy had arranged for two prostitutes to meet them and Bruce said they were two really rough East European girls.
"I couldn't decide whether I was scared of them or sorry for them because of the terrible lifestyle they were trapped in. After a while I went to the toilet to get some breathing space and that contained a couple of dazed looking guys who were probably doing drugs. There seemed every chance of the evening ending badly, perhaps really badly, so I went back to Anders told him I felt unwell and left."
We chatted some more and to my surprise Kim asked Bruce whether he did many trips like this and if calls girls were a regular feature of them.
"No, I really don't do many business trips and this is the first time I've come across this sort of situation."
"Are you sure you weren't just a bit tempted?" she asked in a surprisingly playful manner.
"No and if you'd seen them you would understand why. If they looked like you then yes I would have been tempted." Kim looked surprised, startled almost, when he said that.
"Sorry, I didn't mean that how it sounded," Bruce stuttered. "I'm not saying you look like a...well you know. What I mean is you're good looking." Now he shot an embarrassed look at me.
"Sorry, I really am digging a hole for myself here. Can we forget what I just said, I honestly didn't mean it to come out the way it did."
I laughed and reassured Bruce.
"Don't worry, neither of us has taken offence. In fact I take it as a compliment if someone comments on how good looking my wife is."
Bruce looked relieved, but what he missed was the coolly appraising look which Kim gave me. I could almost read her thoughts about the direction which this conversation might be taking.
There was a time years ago when a friend of ours suggested swapping our wives. Nothing happened and when I later suggested that it might actually have been interesting, Kim said it didn't appeal to her.
The idea stayed with me and changed slightly in that my thoughts became more centred on the idea of Kim with another man. Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask her whether she would be interested in a threesome. She was shocked and said it wasn't going to happen, but fortunately she wasn't actually upset.
Nevertheless the idea did seem to take root, in that we would occasionally use it as part of our pillow talk. Kim insisted that she had no interest in having sex with another man, but said that the thought of a ruggedly handsome man brushing her protests aside and taking his pleasure was quite arousing. Chatting about it always got me hard, made Kim wet and invariably resulted in great sex.
So despite what Kim said I did still have lingering hopes that one day, if all the pieces fell into place, something might happen.
I was thinking that the situation we were in now just might provide the perfect opportunity for an erotic adventure. Bruce was a single, reasonably good looking guy in his early thirties and I remember a woman once telling me that was the best age for a man - they've lost the impatience of youth, but aren't yet middle-aged.
That look Kim had given me clearly suggested she knew what was crossing my mind. The big question was what she was thinking. The look she gave me was cool, but not discouraging.
All these thoughts were still running through my mind when a minute later Kim said she was popping to the toilets. Quite possibly I was reading too much into it, but I did wonder if she had left me alone with Bruce so we could have a chat. I was uncertain what to do, but felt that if I didn't at least raise the subject with Bruce I would end up looking back at this as a wasted opportunity.
Bruce made another apology for what he'd said earlier and that provided the perfect opening for me.
"That's alright, I certainly wasn't offended and I don't think Kim was either. The fact that you think Kim is attractive doesn't bother me, in fact I quite like it."
"That's an interesting response," Bruce said. "What exactly are you saying?"
I paused very aware that I was at a crossroads. I could use this to explain what I had in mind or I could make some non-committal response and deflect attention away from what I had said. I took a deep breath and continued.
