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All events depicted in this story are absolutely true and accurate, or at least as accurate as my memory can reconstruct. With that said, the names of the guilty have been changed for their protection. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale. I have a few others that I may share in time.
The events of this telling took place some ten years or so as of this publishing. At the time, I was thirty years old, and my lovely wife Dawn was twenty-eight. Dawn is a fairly tall, curvy girl, standing around five feet, seven inches. Her dirty blonde hair is quite curly, dropping in spirals and ringlets to her shoulders, and she possesses the most captivating pair of sparkling blue eyes you have ever seen.
Mother nature had blessed my wife with reasonably large, full breasts, but breastfeeding two children had caused them to sag, so a year or so prior to the story, Dawn had a lift... and even though I felt she did not need it, she also had a slight augmentation which took her from a C cup to a D cup. The augmentation had proven to be money well spent, however, as the increased confidence in her self image changed how Dawn carried herself and how she interacted with people. She was sexy, she knew it, and she enjoyed turning heads.
Dawn had been my high school sweetheart, and we married as soon as she graduated high school. The first baby came a month before our first wedding anniversary (surprise!), and the second had come less than two years later (surprise again!). After baby number two, Dawn had gone on the Depo-provera shot for a few years, but she developed an allergy to it, and had to change to the pill.
During the course of our marriage, our sex life had run hot and cold – sometimes, we would go through stretches where she want sex very frequently and would be open for almost anything, while other times, missionary sex with the lights off once or twice a week was as good as I could hope for. Eventually, I came to understand that if my wife felt sexually wanted by other men, it acted as a massive catalyst to her libido overall. For a time, we would drop the kids off with grandma, go off on a date, then go to a bar after. Dawn would drink, dance, and flirt with other men, and when we would go home, she would be on fire – leading to likewise hot sex.
Over time, though, that just wasn't enough. Eventually, we talked about it, then opened our marriage up to her seeing other guys from time to time (the details of which are a tale for another day). As of this story, Dawn had a pretty regular "friend with benefits" that she would meet a couple of times a month, and had also had a few other encounters. What she had really been wanting, however, was a threesome – and her regular guy wasn't quite yet comfortable with me being there.
In response, we had turned to the internet. Specifically, we had a couple's membership at Adult Friend Finder, which at the time was populated by a large number of real people (as opposed to the spambots that apparently infest it today). We made a post about what we were looking for – specifically, a clean, drug and disease free guy who would be up for no strings attached fun. Naturally, we received a flood of responses (many of which were from gentlemen who apparently missed the message that we wanted more than a dick pic), but after narrowing them down, Dawn settled on one that seemed to suit her fancy.
Dan was a fairly tall construction foreman from a city about an hour and a half away from us. In his messages, he was polite, genuine, respectful, and showed a sense of humor. After a few days of back and forth communication (and exchanging of pictures), it seemed that we had indeed settled on Dan as a potential partner, and we simply had to work out a mutually workable date.
After hashing out the details, the decision was made that Dawn and I would rent a hotel room in a nearby town. We would meet Dan for dinner and drinks, get to know him, and if things felt right, we would proceed from there. If anyone felt uncomfortable, we would shake hands and call it a night, and Dan would go bowling.
Now, one issue to be consider was condom use. My wife does not care for condoms to begin with (she prefers feeling her partner ejaculate inside of her), but we explained to Dan that if things went that far, condoms would be a must – Dawn's birth control prescription had run out two months before, and her gynecologist at the time would not call in a refill without an office appointment. There had been a scheduling snafu or two, and it would be another month before she could get back on the pill. Dawn's period had always been clockwork regular, and the Friday night we had agreed upon as our meetup date fell exactly on the fourteenth day of her cycle – in other words, on the day she was due to ovulate.
Dan not only readily agreed to our condition, but even offered to purchase lambskin condoms specifically for Dawn, as she had mentioned having a mild latex allergy. This thoughtfulness was not wasted on my wife, who did not relish the idea of itching from the latex post-sex, but who also was reluctant to ask for any special concessions.
The day of the meetup arrived, and my wife was shockingly nervous. She elected to dress casually to fit the intended mood of the meet - a white top that clung tightly to her lovely breasts, giving a nice view of cleavage, but that still hung loose over the belly that she was still self-conscious of, as well as a pair of skintight jeans that left none of her curves to the imagination. It was not lost on me that she had selected a matching lacy bra and panty set – after all, one does not choose sexy underwear if one has no intention of said underwear being seen.
We dropped the kids off with grandma, then I pulled into a service station to gas up the car. Dawn put her hand on mine, and her eyes were wild.
"I'm scared," she admitted. "I don't know that I want to go through with this. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not sexy enough?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Baby," I reassured her, "that has never been a problem. You are beautiful. Relax, we're just meeting to eat – you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
She seemed a bit mollified, but the fear was still on her face. "I need a drink," she declared. Get me something."
I chuckled, knowing that my wife wouldn't touch what the service station sold. "Dawn, they only have beer and cheap wine here. We'll need to go to a real bar to get the sort of drinks that you like."
She was serious, however. "They'll have wine coolers. Get me some of those. I need something to take the edge off."
I actually laughed at this. When it comes to drinking, I'm an utter lightweight – if I drink two beers quickly, I feel a tingle. She, on the other hand, has been known to insult – then drink under the table – large men. She loves to tease guys who drink Jack and Coke, asking if they can't handle their whisky. There was no way that a couple of wine coolers would provide anything but a placebo effect, but she was insistent, so I purchased a couple, which she proceeded to quickly down as we drove.
Traffic was light and we had left early, so even after reserving our room, we found ourselves with a good hour to kill before meeting Dan. Much to the chagrin of the conservative town we were in, an adult toy store had recently opened right in the middle of the business district, so I asked my wife if she wanted to go there to kill some time (and to perhaps stoke her mood). She's never been much of a fan of these sorts of places, but this time, she readily agreed.
As it turned out, the store offered not only sex toys and DVDs, but also lingerie, bondage gear, and a wide selection of other adult-themed items. We browed the DVDs, and much to my surprise, Dawn suggested that we purchase a couple, so we picked out two titles with wife sharing themes. We also browsed the lingerie, and her eyes grew wide when she held up a tiny pair of panties.
The front was see-through lace made in the shape of two butterflies. What was most remarkable was that there was no crotch whatsoever – two strings connected to the back in such a way that they would frame a woman's pussy lips while covering absolutely nothing. I picked up on the flush on my wife's face, and suggested that she would look sexy in them. She again surprised me by not only agreeing that they were hot and that we should purchase them, but by going into the store's bathroom as soon as I paid, then changing out of her own panties into these.
