You can read this as a standalone story but I would recommend reading "Honey, Let's Go Dancing", as character development and background are provided.
Prologue - A little bit about us, Mark and Cindy. We have been married just over 25 years with 2 children, a son Roger now 26 years old, he was a baby from another father when we married and I ended up adopting him soon after and a daughter, Crystal, 23 years old.
To be clear my wife and I love each other, respect each other and are totally dedicated to each other. We do not use sex with others to humiliate or dominate. What we do is use sex for is to enhance our enjoyment of our marriage. We look at sex as an extracurricular activity we can enjoy with others, no different than playing golf with my buddies or Cindy doing yoga with her friends.
We have had encounters with others. I would not call us swingers and we do not go to large group gatherings. Our experiences are usually with other like minded couples. I have on occasion shared my wife with a single guy, this is one of those times and she has shared me with a single woman a time or two.
We particularly like dancing and we look at dancing the same as we look at sex. Like dancing sex is great with your regular partner, the person who knows your moves and what you like to do. A partner who knows what you want to do before you do it. Sex, like dancing can also be fun with a new partner because you are not sure what to expect. Some partners will have better rhythm, some partners will be more athletic, some partners will be bigger and more physical, and some partners will be able to read you better than others. In almost all cases sex like dancing, either with your regular partner or someone new is fun and exciting.
Comments are always welcomed. We are willing to share more of our many experiences if we receive favorable feedback. We hope you enjoy.
If you read chapter one you will know Vickie and her husband Vic introduced us to the benefits of an open relationship soon after we married. Our open relationship with them lasted over most of our married lives. They were as close to us as any family member, in fact our kids called them Uncle Vic and Aunt Vickie. They had no kids so upon her unexpected death Vic gave us and our kids everything to own or manage. Our daughter, who had been working for Vickie, took over Vickie's commercial real estate business and our son became manager of all of Vic's properties. Both of our kids are college graduates, Crystal has, like her mother her MBA and Roger like me has a degree in Construction Management.
Vic bought a big Harley and at 60+ decided to tour the US all he asked us was to keep his bank account full so he never had to worry about money during his travels. He gave Cindy and me the cabin we spent many of weekends together enjoying the benefits of our open relationship with them. He left over 6 months ago and the night before he left was the last time Cindy had slept with someone besides me. We normally met up with Vic and Vickie around twice a month previously. I could tell she was getting a little eager for some additional action.
Cindy and I decided to take a short vacation to the Central Florida area. We felt we needed a break from the daily grind after the death of our long time friend Vickie who, as I mentioned, recently died from an aggressive form of ovarian cancer.
Cindy and I are active people. We work out on a regular basis. We ride our bikes every chance we get and of course we go dancing. When we vacation we usually take our large Winnebago, tow a car along with our bicycles. While in Central Florida we decided to go on a 25 mile bike ride around a major lake. We had heard that a major tropical storm was crossing South Florida but wasn't supposed to reach our area. Unbeknown to us the storm change direction and shifted north and we found ourselves in the middle of a monsoon. We stopped as we were being pelted with heavy rain trying to decide if we should keep going or head back the way we came as there was no shelter where lwe were. About that time another bicyclist past us and yelled, "Follow me".
We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and followed this man we did not know. He led us to a turn off that led us to a large home on a hill overlooking the lake. As we climb the hill up the driveway he clicked his garage opener and we were able to ride directly into his garage giving us shelter from the storm. We were all three soaked to the bone. As we took off our helmets and looked at each other I broke the silence by thanking our rescuer and introducing myself and Cindy to him. He was very gracious and said his name was Dave and he could tell we were in trouble and was glad to give us a hand as we waited for the storm to pass.
We were soaked to the bone and Dave offered us a change of clothes and offered to dry our gear. We readily accepted and he came back and apologized stating he had basketball shorts and a t-shirt for me but only had a large t-shirt for Cindy. We gladly accepted what he had and he led us into his home and showed us a room we could change. Cindy looked sexy in just a t-shirt and panties and knowing she did not have a bra on. Even though she was in her mid 40s she still looked great in a man's t-shirt. In the first installment I described Cindy as 5'7" a buck twenty five, now maybe a buck thirty five, She had long brown hair in a pony tail, which is now cut short but cute and still brown. She still has great legs and a tight ass. I think some of the extra 10 pounds have moved to her breasts as they are now fuller but still very sensitive.
We joined Dave into what I would call his family/entertainment room. Dave looked to be in his early 40s quite tall maybe 6'4", handsome with dark brown hair cut short. He was slim what I would call lanky. I told him he had a beautiful home, I figured around 6,000 square feet. He asked us if we would like some Margaritas and of course we said yes and he went to his bar and proceeded to make a pitcher of the best Margaritas we have ever had.
We drank one and then a second pitcher of Margaritas. Dave described himself as an athletic nerd. He actually played 4 years of basketball at a local college and earned his BS and Masters Degree in computer science. It turned out Dave was a software engineer who with his wife had developed software that was used by the local theme parks in revenue management. They sold their company to a large software firm for a high 8 figure sum plus receive a high six figure consultant fee for the next 5 years during the transition. He was setting pretty but said his life was lacking since his divorce. His wife left to run the west coast division and found someone new and recently divorced him.