I must have dozed off at some point. The sound of my wife coming home woke me up, the front door opening, closing, and the dead bolt locking. Happily, I heard my wife's angelic voice, oddly though it sounded as if she were addressing someone. And then there it was, a deeper voice in reply.
"Damn," I thought, "She did bring him home." I felt my cock involuntarily twitch.
There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a few muffled moans I knew all too well to be from my wife. I am very familiar with those sounds and knew someone-he-was touching her in those secret places, in ways that made her compliant. I laid there quietly, listening to the sounds of embrace, a brief period of silence, and then a captured breath. I strained to hear more. Metal jingled. Was that a belt buckle? I heard her coo.
After a few minutes, my wife, who sounded quite out of breath, said, "Mmmm... c'mon, let's continue this some place more comfortable."
The click-click-click of her 4" heels seemed to echo through the empty house as she made her way down the hall towards the bedroom. "Holy shit," I thought, "She's not bringing him in here to see me like this, is she?" No, to my relief, her heels stopped at the guest room door across the hall.
"Make yourself comfortable in here," she said with a sexy croon as she led him into the guest bedroom. "I gotta go pee and slip into something else." As she began opening the master bedroom door, she said to him, "I'll be back in a minute." With that, she came into our bedroom and leaned her back against the door after it closed.
"Hi, baby," she said in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear.
I was momentarily blinded when she turned on the lights, but she quickly dimmed them. God, she looked beautiful. Even in the faint light I could see her smile was huge and bright, framed with full luscious lips that were now missing most of their lipstick, and what was left was mostly smudged. Her eyes were almost wild with excitement, anticipation, and what looked like even a little trepidation. Her beautiful blonde hair was slightly mussed, but still framed her face like the beauties of the past. I've told her often she has those classic lines of beauty. She's a Monroe, a Crawford, an Anderson and Hepburn all melded into one. Even after these 20 years I am still awestruck at how she can exhibit such sex appeal with just a pose and a glance, and then enrapture those around her. Sure, she has the body of a 40 year old mother of two, but she knows how to package her assets to command attention wherever she goes. I am never prouder than when we walk into a restaurant, theater, or pub and I see all the eyes that are diverted to her graceful presence and follow her throughout the room.
She is my nirvana, my angel, my porn star. She is my dreamland.
I've observed men who, from all outward appearances, are virile and confident in their ability to pick up women be reduced to the likes of an over stimulated, sexually deprived teenage boy, should she decide to engage them in flirty banter.
I chuckle watching these episodes as the man struggles to maintain some sense of proper etiquette and not openly gape at her ample and gorgeous cleavage. I said she knows how to package her assets, and she displays her breasts perfectly between that line of "I'm an innocent faithful wife" and "I want you to fuck my tits right here." Likewise with her lips and eyes; she can entrance a man with her eyes that has him feeling like he's lying in bed next to her, and while watching her lips speak of something as benign as growing tomatoes, all he sees is his cock sliding in and out between them. It's funny to watch those men try to hide the obviously growing bulge in their crotch that develops just from interaction with her.
And it's not lost on her at all. She makes a game of how flustered she can make a man that seems too full of himself. But, she also likes the shy ones. She enjoys imagining that they are at home afterwards masturbating to their fantasies of her sucking their cock, grabbing handfuls of her golden locks like handles and forcing her lips up and down their shaft. She gets pretty horny and her pussy soaks her panties wet when she flirts like that. I don't mind at all because we have gloriously wonderful sex when we get home. Sometimes we don't even make it all the way home.
Such a scenario led us to the point we are at now. The man waiting for her in our spare bedroom is someone she noticed at a friend's BBQ party we attended and she ended up in an interestingly unique situation after consuming one drink too many. A situation that would end up having an interesting effect on our marriage, as well.
If my wife has any sexual weakness, it's that alcohol goes straight to her pussy. Give her a Mike's Hard Lemonade and she'll soon be looking for Mike's hard cock.
Two weeks ago we attended a soiree at a friend's house. There were an eclectic group of people there, many we did not know. As usual my wife and I enjoyed a few drinks, ate too little, mingled with people we found interesting and people-watched the rest. Our friends have an in-ground pool, and for a time we were in the backyard watching people playing in the water, having a good time.
I noticed my wife transfixed at one point and looked to see what had captured her attention. She had an appreciative gaze assessing a tall man that had just exited the pool, and I can see why. I've been married to her long enough to have a good understanding of her tastes, and this guy checked many of the boxes on her list. He was tall, maybe 6'3" or so, in his mid to late 40s with a full head of hair trimmed short. He had a rugby player's build, not super buff, but thick and very nicely toned with broad shoulders and tight chest with a smooth covering of fine dark hair. You could also see from the formfitting swimsuit he was wearing low that he had an appreciable package. But I know the foremost attribute that had her attention were the two indents on either side of his waist just above his hips. Something about those really do it for her. Maybe because they're like little arrows pointing to the source for her pleasure.
"Nice, huh?" I said to her.
"MmHmmm," she replied without breaking her gaze. "That's some nice fuck-fodder, right there." I agreed, and knew exactly what she meant.