The first ten years of our marriage was just like most. We lived, we loved and we had sex, lots of sex. A couple of years later my wife Lynn and I took a chance and ventured into swapping, but quickly found that wasn't our style. Our next step was in the realm of threesomes. Having only two such encounters we decided this was what we wanted to spice up our sex lives. Like many who have gone before us we found ourselves becoming stronger and so much more devoted to each other.
I suppose I should mention the reason why swapping didn't work. It was me. I couldn't stand seeing or knowing Lynn was having sex, and it was simply sex without love, with another man. The one time we tried it I almost stopped the whole thing but by this time things had already gone to far.
What got into trying a threesome was after that sad experience. Lynn's partner was totally wasted after only one time and she wasn't yet ready to quit. I was still making it with his wife, since seeing Lynn with another man had seriously squelched my sexual desire, and Lynn moved next to me. I was at first shocked and surprised to see my wife fondle the woman's breast as she leaned over to suck the swollen nipple. As I moved my body upright Lynn firmly planted her freshly wet sex on the woman's mouth. We both climaxed a few short minutes later.
On the way home we discussed what had happened the decided this was what we wanted. Lynn told me how excited she had gotten watching me buried fully in another woman. We both knew of a couple single ladies and, with some coaxing from my wife, we got together for sex. It was absolutely the greatest sex for the both of us. The sad part was both women moved shortly after and that left us high and dry. Things were becoming stale between us until a most fortunate event took place.
A few years ago Lynn got a job in one of the larger department stores. As it happens most of the time the majority of employees were women and it wasn't long before Lynn was making lots of new friends. I'm still not sure which of us benefited most, but I'm certainly not going to complain.
I think now would be as good a time as any to say a little something about the two of us. To begin with I'm in my middle fifties, tall and thin except for a bit of a beer belly or middle aged spread if you will. I'm no movie star by any stretch of the imagination but I'm quite proud of my nine inches that goes close to three inches around. Well, enough of me. Now what you guys are really looking for, my wife. Ah where to start. She's a few years younger than me and constantly complaining of her weight. While not quite as thin as she was when were married, she's still something to see. Her hips have widened as the result of three children and her waist about thirty inches, but I can't say for sure since she won't tell me and I can't get her to stand still long enough for me to measure. Suffice to say there is a little more now than there was twenty years ago. But I did manage to save what I consider the best for last, her bust. Having three children had really agreed with her in this department going from a very nice 36C to her now 38DD sized bra cup. Can't tell you just how much that has increased my libido. While age and gravity have taken their toll on her bust I'm extremely happy to report her breasts still hold up well on their own. Oh, I almost forgot her nipples. Wow what a delicious pair of rock hard nubs when she's aroused. They're long, thick and so sensitive she climaxes just from having them fondled and sucked.
As it happened about six months after starting work Lynn mentioned her supervisor named Chris. She said the woman was single, about thirty, pretty and very nicely built. She and Lynn had been becoming quite close and often spent hours together while I was working.
"Ted," that's my name, "I was thinking maybe we should invite Chris over for supper real soon," Lynn said one night.
"Yeah, that might be nice," I replied having heard so much about her it was high time we meet. "A couple steaks cooked in the backyard and a few hours swimming in the pool."
"Great," Lynn exclaimed. "I'll set it all up tomorrow and invite her over this coming Saturday night."
I wasn't at all prepared for what I saw when the doorbell rang about seven that Saturday night. I absently looked over the shoulders of the woman standing there looking to see if she had wings on her back. It was as if I had died, gone to heaven and was being greeted by an exquisite angel. This woman was of average height but from there on nothing about her was average. She had golden hair that cascaded down her back easily to mid point. Her eyes were pale blue set in the most delicate china doll like face. I saw a long slender neck holding her head that was attached to her upper body. Oh and what a body it was. The top of her cotton dress with the low cut bodice barely contained her large bust. (I knew the dress was of cotton because it was the coolest material to wear in our exceedingly hot desert climate.) At this point I could easily tell you her nipples stood out rock hard and her cleavage was so vast there was little left to not see, but it wasn't that way. Sure I could easily see the tops of her breasts but not really all that much and, no, her nipples weren't rock hard as they tried to poke holes in the front of her dress, but still it looked good from where I stood. The rest of her body was the classic hour glass look with extremely sexy legs coming from under the hem of her mid-thigh dress.
"Hello, you must be Chris," I lamely said quickly blinking my eyes to bring them back into focus. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable." I wondered if she knew what was in store for the rest of the night as I moved aside giving her room to enter the house.
"Chris, I'm so glad you could make it," cried my wife coming from the kitchen. "I take it everything was alright at work?"
"Oh sure," Chris replied in a voice so soft and sultry I almost lost it. "It was only a minor glitch and we easily found the problem. Lynn, you didn't tell my your husband was so handsome and kind," she said as her eyes boldly roamed up and down. "He is certainly a hunk."
"Aw cut it out Chris," I managed to say while blushing a deep red. "I'm just an ordinary old man with more belly than I wished, but you sure look good."
"Well thank you sir," she replied back it now being her turn to blush. "I'm nothing special, but your wife certainly is that and more."
Chris's last comment seemed a bit on the brazen side as I lifted an eyebrow but saying nothing. As she sat of the sofa I caught the flash of upper thigh as she crossed her legs. I told her I would be just a moment while getting her something cool to drink.