My wife, Louise, is a pretty lady.This event is true, and happened when she was about thirty-five years old. She has naturally curly brown hair, is about 5'8" tall and weighs 130 lbs. Her breasts are of average size, but she has wonderful nipples that respond deliciously when aroused, or slightly cold.
We arrived in Chicago in the early evening and Louise was now on her cell phone informing her cousin, Boris, that we had landed. He told her that he was circling the parking garage and would be picking us up shortly.
Boris pulled up to the curb in his 3/4 ton Chevy pick-up truck. I hoisted our luggage into the bed as Louise hoisted herself into the cab, giving me the pleasure of viewing her lovely bottom and rising hemline. She greeted Boris with a quick kiss before adjusting her seat belt. After the kiss, Boris reached across Louise to give me a friendly handshake. I watched as he gently allowed his arm to brush against my wife's left breast as he firmly gripped my hand. Her nipples became stiffly apparent. I found this to be very arousing.
As we drove, Nick and Louise shared stories about the old days when they were children. Nick would often pat my wife's knee with a casual familiarity. She nonchalantly rested her hands on both of our thighs and I began to grow hard.
When we arrived at Boris' home, I retrieved our luggage from the truck bed and followed Boris and Louise as they entered his front door. His wife, Demi, welcomed us with hugs and glasses of Merlot. Demi is a short little thing with a child like figure. I've always found her personality to be upbeat and provocative.
Demi had prepared a wonderful meal for us. She is an excellent cook. We shared a bottle of Port after dinner and our conversation became a bit sexy. We recounted the time that we vacationed together in California, and how we both enjoyed watching the other couple make love.
During that California adventure Louise was a bit intimidated, but she did finally succumb to her passion, and orgasmed with the most guttural moaning that I have ever heard.
I remembered that, as she lay there, in the after glow, Boris approached our bed and gazed longingly, and appreciatively at Louise's nude form. I was very excited by his intrusion, but felt duty bound to protect my wife's modesty. I prevented him from caressing her and she just smiled innocently, but never covered herself.
As our conversation continued, I revealed to our hosts how I regretted stopping Boris' advances toward my wife that night. That I sometimes masturbated to the memory of what happened, and what might have happened.