My husband and I are in our early fifties, having spent most of our adult years raising our two sons and chasing our dream careers. When our youngest son recently started college, we decided it was time for a change and went into early retirement. We had enough savings between our two careers to be able to afford to travel and do some of the things we always wanted to do.
Our first lifestyle change was to stop wearing clothes. The minute our son was dropped off at college, I turned to my husband Mike and said "Do you remember the day we met?"
He grinned. "Of course!" He turned to look at me and his expression changed to one of shocked pleasure. While he watched the oncoming traffic I had removed my shorts and panties completely and was sitting in the passenger seat with my right hand resting on my thick, trimmed bush. My clit piercing was just showing through fingers as I gently petted myself. I was reminiscing about our unlikely meeting, as sophomores at a small Midwestern liberal arts college.
I had been sitting on my bed, in a partially open bath robe, just returned from a shower. I was about to go through my morning routine, doing my hair and preparing for the day. This was a Tuesday, which I remember because it was the one morning of the week when my roommate Elizabeth had class but I did not, so I was free to remove the robe and masturbate to my heart's content. At home growing up I had a room to myself and had masturbated freely. It was difficult for me not having that freedom at school. I relished these Tuesday mornings, when I finally got the chance to let loose all the pent up sexual tension that I had been holding in.
I had just gotten started on the edge of my bed, completely nude. I was squeezing my breast and rubbing my clit gently when the door flew open and in walked my roommate's boyfriend Joe and his roommate. I nearly screamed and grabbed my covers as quickly as I could, yelling at them to get out! They left in a flash, and that was how I met my husband, Mike!
Later in the week at a party I ran into the two of them, both pretty drunk at that moment. Mike apologized profusely for the incident earlier in the week, saying they had no right to barge in like that! They had been planning a prank on my roommate by putting her bed in the common room. I was pretty drunk (and extra horny, at this point, having not had a chance to finish after that fiasco) and said,
"Well, now, I think you boys owe me something in return. Why don't you drop by my room later this evening and we'll see what you can do for me?"
Mike and my roommate's boyfriend showed up right around 1am. My roommate and I were sitting on the edge of my bed still downing shots. I had told her what happened earlier in the week, (strangely, she hadn't seemed that surprised...) but I didn't really expect her boyfriend and his roommate to follow my demand and hadn't told her they'd both be coming tonight. When they got there, she stared from Mike to me back and forth a couple times, as if deciding whether such a pairing might be in the works. I seized the moment and said,