My wife, Jessica and I had been married about ten years; both in our thirties, with healthy sexual appetites. I am blond, 6' tall and I like to consider myself fairly well endowed at 6" of cut and prime manhood. She is 5'2" and a busty 36-27-36, 135 pounds, with dark hair, fair skin, exotic almond shaped eyes, and a fine pair of thighs. Her belly is just starting to thicken with middle age.
We had spoken often of my fantasy of her being with other men, but she would always gently demur saying she was content with our monogamous lovemaking. I will say for as modest as she may sound, sexually she is a real talent in bed and is an accomplished cock sucker.
One day after work, to my surprise, she asked if I had been serious all those times when I suggested her being with other men. I assured her I had and when I questioned her further, I found out she had met someone at her office. He was a customer, Christopher, that came in occasionally and had made no secret that he was attracted to her.
Well, it turns out she had already made plans to see him that coming Saturday! Chris had invited her to a local European festival, and then afterwards to a city park to view the 4th of July fireworks display. Chris is a 25 year old Austrian with dark hair, and had been in the U.S. for about eight years. My wife had spent some time in eastern Europe during her college years and admitted she had developed an appreciation while there for European men.
When Saturday came she showered, put on her skimpiest panty and bra and left wearing a yellow skirt and matching sleeveless shirt that showed her ample curves and skin to good advantage. I made sure she took a good supply of condoms with her and promised to wait up for her that night.
That day passed minute by minute. I was alternately hard and lustful when I thought of her spending time with him, and then agitated and remorseful wondering what I had unleashed!
I was reading in bed about 3 am when she finally returned home. I met her in the living room and she looked tired with her hair disheveled. I also noticed she wasn't wearing her bra! She said she wanted to take a shower first, but I insisted she sit on our bed and relate what had happened that evening.