Sandra, my first wife was a couple of years younger than me when we first met. She is of medium height, slim and had a wonderful mane of wavy red hair, and the pale skin often associated with redheads. Her breasts were small, but firm with perky pink nipples, which were very responsive to any stimulation. I loved it when she went bra-less as the slight friction from the material of her blouse or t-shirt had them poking out in a way that was obvious to anyone who looked ( and many did!).
I would describe her as being vivacious. She was lively, passionate, volatile even, her emotions all too often to the fore. She loved sex and we were always at it. I never went short with Sandra.
I on the other hand am a more rational, considered type of person, but loved sex as much as she did! I guess, for a while it was a case of opposites attract.
We had been married for two years and had dated for a year before. For all that time sex had been great. She was a woman with a strong sex drive and sex was still a 'several times a week' thing. However we reached a point when we started thinking it would be pretty exciting to try out a bit of extra-marital activity. We fantasised about it but never took it any further.
Our two best friends were a couple, Paul and Julia. They were similar age to us, mid-twenties, and had been married for a similar length of time as us. One day when we were having dinner at their house, the subject of partner swapping came up. We talked about it in general terms, and all agreed it was a pretty interesting idea, but didn't go as far as suggesting that we would actually do it with anyone.
A couple of weeks later the subject came up again. This time we were asking each other whether we would want to do it ourselves. We all agreed that it was something we would consider. But nobody wanted to be the first to actually suggest that we might do it together, the four of us. But the possibility sort of hung in the air.
Back home, in bed together that night we ran over that conversation.
"So do you think you might want to do it?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, definitely. The more I think about it the more I want to try it," said Sandra enthusiastically. "How about you, darling?" she said, "How do you think you would really feel, knowing I was with someone else?"
"Well, it's an incredibly exciting idea and I think I'd be OK with it. But I guess I wouldn't know for sure until we tried it. My only concern would be if it ended up affecting our marriage," I replied, cautiously.
"It wouldn't. We'd never let that happen I'm sure. So long as we both agreed to it, it would be fun, exciting. We could do it once and if it wasn't right for us that would be the end of it."
"And you'd be alright if I went with another woman?"
"Yes, sure. Particularly if I had another guy lined up to fuck me," she laughed, giving my hard cock a squeeze.
We talked about who it would be with, if we decided to do it. We both agreed that Paul and Julia were the most likely candidates, if they were up for it. Not only were we such good friends with them but we both fancied our prospective partners.
Paul was a little shorter than me but stockier. He was a well-built, muscular guy with curly hair and a beard. An outdoors type, kind of rugged, worked as a carpenter, and was a bit of an extrovert. Sandra had said before what a good-looking guy she thought he was.
I asked her what she thought he would be like in bed.
"Mmmm, well I think he'd be a bit of an animal! You know, vigorous and demanding, and lots of stamina," she giggled sexily at the image of her prospective lover.
Julia was tall and quite slim but with larger breasts than Sandra. She had dark-hair, a pretty face and tanned easily. Being summer her skin was currently a lovely medium-brown colour. The last time we saw them she was wearing a short dress and I remember just how sexy her legs looked -- long, slim, shapely and tanned. I thought how much I would like to have them wrapped around me!
