My wife let it happen with another man.
This is Part I of a two-part story. Part II is entitled "Vegas Rendezvous".
Debra, my wife of almost twenty years, is a tall, slender, long legged wonder. She was only 19 when I met her and though not a literal virgin, she had only had mediocre sex a few times. She had never been finger fucked. She had never seen an erect penis, never mind given or received oral sex. She had never had an orgasm. The clown that had introduced her to sex hadn't given a thought to her pleasure.
She was oblivious of her sex appeal even though (or maybe because?) she is an accomplished business woman. While she is conservative in her appearance at work, she turns her work personality off when she comes home. Then she shows her more adventurous self; going braless, occasionally dressing provocatively, even getting a little naughty in public especially when we are away from home and there is no potential of running into someone she knows.
I have fantasized about watching Debbie in the throes of passion, in orgasmic elation with another man for several years. She knows of my fantasy and has indulged me with dirty talk during our love making. But I wanted to make my fantasy a reality while we were away on an extended vacation to the Carribean. My unstructured plan was to seduce her into it while there and before we returned home to our normal life patterns.
We had rented a beautiful cabana at an exclusive resort for one full month. The climate's warmth was intoxicating to our spirits and the off-the-beach location was secluded enough for our tastes and my purposes.
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On our first day, in the confines of our private lanai, I volunteered to apply suntan oil to my wife's still slim body. I had untied her bikini top to give her a sensual massage to her shoulders and back. Then I released the knots at the sides of her bikini bottom and slid the back down between her parted thighs to allow access to her curvaceous butt cheeks and legs. My cock was aching with need just seeing her spread for me like a sacrifice to the sun.
As her unblemished skin has not had much sun exposure I cautioned her to turn over so I could lotion her front as well. There was no protest at my request; what the hell, we're married. Seeing her naked was nothing new but I do love seeing her body like that. She wasn't twenty anymore but she still has it.
Again, I provided her with the oil and stepped back to admire her. I couldn't resist running my hand down between her legs to feel how receptive she might be to my touch. Her hips rose to meet my hand and I knew that she was silently begging me to fuck her after just a few slow strokes with my finger.
Bending to her I suckled one of those familiar nipples, bringing it a firmness that told me she was very aroused. Her body language suggested she was close to coming into heat.
"What do you want, babe? Tell me what you need," I taunted.
"I need you to do me. I'm in the mood to get screwed. Do your wife."
She opened her legs to provide an avenue for this invitation and I easily slipped into her. With her legs wrapped around me we humped like teenagers in the backseat of a car. It didn't take long before we were both peaking, going over the edge together with our climaxes happening closely.
This first day was the beginning of a sexual undercurrent to this vacation, a sexual frame of mind that energized both of us.
That evening I suggested that she take advantage of the resort spa facilities to get a bikini wax. I even dared her to go for a complete Brazilian, reminding her that it would really turn me on to see her so bare and that sun bathing nude would be much more erotic. She keeps her pubic area trimmed but has never had it waxed so I was unsure if she would consider this request. I just planted the idea for now hoping she would consider it.
On day two it was another sunbathing session. I joined her and remarked that she should really just forego the bikini so as not to develop tan lines. We now knew how private our little courtyard was so why not?
Yes! She removed the suit with a twinkle in her eye and asked for a repeat of yesterday.
The outright message was that sex was to be a part of our holiday. And, the sex was great. We are a natural couple but could we keep up this pace?
After we showered together we decided on a little shopping excursion. While some men loath shopping I actually like to go with her on some clothing forays. I can minimize her tendency to go conservative and I can participate in selecting more revealing or sexy outfits. Vacation wear is especially fun because I can push her limits a bit more toward scandalous when safely away from our neighbors and co-workers.
I knew exactly what I was looking for: some racy underwear, maybe a shelf bra that would show her nipples for every man to admire, thong panties, and a knock out dress that was provocative and maybe a little risqué. Here in the tropics a skimpy sundress was a certainty.
We shopped for the lingerie first which gave me a perfect chance to encourage the spa session. This time she was more receptive to the idea and said she'd look into it. Yeah, I was making progress. She was thinking about it!
Even if I didn't get her to let me watch her become my "Hot Wife" with another man, I got the benefit of the clothing. The shopping spree was a success.
Her new sundress was a hit at dinner that evening. She caught many eyes as she walked through the restaurant with the setting sun shining right through the light fabric. All that was womanly about Debra was on subtle display when she stood at the deck railing, once again highlighted by the sun behind her.
Even more, her braless breasts showed a hint of nipple trying to burst through the soft yellow material. And her new dark thong was calling attention to her outstanding butt cheeks.
It was a beautiful example of womanly sexuality. It was an understated exhibitionism but not slutty in any regard. It was the perfect spirit for the tropical atmosphere.
Later we decided to take a walk along the water's edge, casually carrying our shoes, enjoying the warm breeze coming onshore. At a very quiet patch of sandy beach we found a pier jutting out into the bay and strolled out to the where a single lamppost dimly lit up it's terminus. While Deb leaned over the rail to look into the water I ran my hand up her thigh to her thong. Her body was actually hot to the touch, or so it seemed to my highly sexualized brain.
I was standing behind her, my pants-covered prick poking against her buttocks. My naughty wife pushed and wiggled her rear back against me in a very suggestive way which prompted a lifting of her skirt and an offering of her butt cheeks for a caress.
Debra unexpectedly pulled off her top, comically blaming the weather. "The cool air feels so nice and no one is here, just my man."
I opened my button and zipper to release my erection to the night air, the lamplight illuminating my upward tilted cock as it begged for attention. Debra handled it for a moment and then told me to "put it in me, right here." With one hand I shifted what was a very damp thong to the side and made way to enter her.
As my cockhead penetrated Debra's folds she begged, "Yes! More! Keep going."
I tilted my hips farther to gain access to her, to maneuver my dick into this bent over prize. She allowed me to inch into her until my balls were slapping against her bare cheeks. Planted inside her, I heard her moan quietly, "Oohhh, yesss, that's just right."
It was a good married fuck, highlighted by the outdoor and semi-public exposure. We were out-of-town, on vacation, and we could get away with anything.
Blissfully rocking against one another to the rhythm of intercourse I noticed we were being watched from the beach. There was a guy on a bench no more than 50 yards from our coupling.
We were on display and I felt like I should make this a performance, to show off to our voyeur, so I picked up the pace. I was pounding Deb and she was responding with grunts and verbalizations. "Yes, fuck me. Give me your big dick. Make me cum."
Deb was to the point I love where she doesn't care about anything other than getting fucked. She was letting me know with her moans and sighs that she was close. God, I didn't want this to end. I wanted to feel her explode with me, to bring her to orgasm here in the night.
