A little background if I may? My name is Mary and way back in my early 20's I somewhat got hooked on sex and pleasing both men and women when the opportunity presented itself. I attribute my enjoyment do to the fact I'm very petite at 5"-0" and 98 lbs., with a hard body, firm 34c breast, rock-hard nipples, dancer's legs, hazel eyes, and long auburn hair. My first husband left me for a waitress in Texas and I was unable to finish ballet school due to a broken ankle. As a result, of that I became a topless dance at a club in San Diego and one thing led to another with my sex life. At the time this story took place I was in my mid 30's and was dating my now second husband, which we met at the club.
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My new husband, Jim, was still fairly new to my hot wife lifestyle. When we started dating, we had many conversations about my fantasies as a hot girlfriend - soon wife and we enjoyed the out cums, regularly. We even had several date nights that included me flashing and flirting but I never took it any further than that making out. We have often discussed about choosing a friend or me picking a guy who was in a bad place in life, newly divorced, etc., and doing a hot wife night as a "service" to them. We both love that fantasy as it doesn't seem as selfish to totally enjoy ourselves as it is hot just talking about it. Well one night this situation presented itself. A close friend of my husbands, Allen, was served with divorce papers, much to our surprise, at the office. We had a previous date set up as a couple's night with him and soon to be x and told him we still wanted to go out. It took a little convincing, but he came out with us anyway.
We went to a restaurant, had dinner, drinks, and did some karaoke. It was a lot of fun and got us all loosened up a bit. On my way back from the restroom to our table I overhead Allen tell Jim how lucky he was, and that sex must be fantastic since I was a true spinner. (Because of my petite size) Before Jim could respond, I did, which startled Allen as I walked up behind him, and I said being a spinner has its advantages when it comes to fucking. Well, that broke the ice and Jim then suggested we go back to our hotel because there was a Jacuzzi.