Recently I had been out of town on a business trip, but returned yesterday morning on the early AM flight. I had taken the day off work so I could relax after a stressful few days, and just have some 'hang time' at the house.
When I got home my wife (Tera) greeted me in the door wearing a long soft yellow (almost sheer) silk skirt, low cut top, and tall platform wedge shoes with little white ankle straps. I was flat out surprised.
You have to understand my wife is a total soccer mom, and never wears skirts or anything not good for chasing down kids unless it is a special occasion. She looked sexy, and slinky, so I knew something was up right away.
My wife has delt with having twins pretty well, but she is not in college shape anymore. Her body is completely fine with me since I like the new BBW style butt, and overall shape. That said, she is 5'6", approximately 190 lbs (I think), with a solid C-Cup, and roughly a size 11-12, with shorter blond hair, big green eyes, and she has a great pair of legs.
After lunch the kids went with their friends to the pool since it was about 100 degrees outside. When the house was empty I went to see about why my wife was curiously 'out of uniform'.
I asked if it was a new skirt, and what was the occasion. She replied with a low key "I went shopping the other day, and wanted a change of pace." Fair enough answer I guess.
I then followed up with. "I really like it. You look great." Adding; "I have not seen you in a skirt hanging around the house for a while now."
Casually she answered, "I had some frozen margaritas the other night with Bill and Cindy next door, and a few of their friends, I wanted to wear something other than Mom clothes." She added, "Amber (our mommy's helper) stayed with the kids while I went next door." Again, she had a very reasonable response, but I still had a funny feeling that something was up.
A few more questions revealed it had been a nice little party with a few of their friends. It was all very low key, and sounded like a fun evening. I was bummed I had missed it, they are good people, and always fun to hang out with.
I was moving on to another subject when my wife said "Did you know they got a new hot tub? A big 10 seat spa right on the back porch" she followed with a big smile.
Screeching halt, backtrack..."Yeah?" I replied. "I know Bill had been talking about one, but I did not know when they were planning on getting it."
Now my mind was fixed on, new hot tub, my wife in a sexy skirt, heels, a frozen drink party, and the neighbors. A mountain of an older black man, his more than cute enough wife Cindy, their equally large buddy Marcus (who I had met helping move in a sofa), and Marc's curvy Hispanic wife, Rose.
I have seen Bill checking my wife's ass at neighborhood BBQs etc... but I never brought it up to her as an option since a main philosophy of mine is "Don't crap where you eat." We have played before, but it was always while on vacation, or a special night out. It was always arranged, in a pretty controlled situation, I had always been there, and it was never with someone we "really know." I have seen her with others, and always enjoyed it; but thinking about her with the older black man I have seen tend his lawn to perfection almost every weekend for 5 years made me rock hard instantly. I was surprised at how much and quickly this little thought had turned me on.
I asked "Did you get to try it out?"
She smiled over her shoulder "Yeah, it was great! We had a really good time. Bill makes amazing margaritas, and he doesn't have it very warm since it's so hot out. Nice and cool..."
By this point my pants looked like I had gone camping and pitched my tent. She had gone next door, spent time in the hot tub with Bill, Cindy, and company? This had the makings of a world class fantasy and I missed it! Cindy is a smoking hot redhead, and I have never seen her in a swimming suit. She is getting older and no longer has the yoga toned butt you could bounce marbles off, but still has great curves. Bill is 6'1", black, former military, and built like a brick shit house. I think he used to jump out of planes with a big ass gun or something.
I decided I needed more detail. "Did you have to run home for your suit?"
"Well, we were all pretty drunk, and I did not want to risk waking the kids." Staring casually, I let her continue; "so we just hung our legs in and sat on the edge to cool off, at first."
"At first?" I replied; trying not to show my excitement. I had already sat down on the couch to hide my erection while she continued telling me about the evening.