My wife Kittie and I have been married for twelve years. She is a blonde, 5'8" tall, deep blue eyes, with long, dancer's legs and perfect 36C breasts that ride high on her chest. I'm about five years older than her, 6'0 with an athletic build. We met when we were in law school. She was married at the time to an older lawyer, but one night after class at a nearby bar, she let me know she was available. We hit it off together, and for the remainder of our first year in law school we screwed like bunnies whenever we could get together. By our third year she decided to divorce her husband, and we were married as soon as we graduated.
Kittie is only a nickname, but her friends and I have always known her as "Kittie." I asked her once where she got the name, since her first name is Margaret, and she said people started calling her that in college. When I asked her why, she was somewhat vague.
Over the next several years we were both pretty busy getting our careers started, and didn't have a lot of time for each other. We both worked in big law firms, and our hard work paid off. We were both made partners in major law firms in the city.
Kittie was always the aggressive one with us when it came to sex. She seduced me the first time we met, which wasn't hard, she was a fox and I was not only single, I was relatively inexperienced. Our first year together, I just followed her lead, and experienced missionary sex, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, anal, and other gymnastic positions. She told me she learned them from books. Anyway, who was I to complain?
After we were married for ten years, she asked me if I trusted her. Of course I said yes. She said she wanted to experiment sexually, and that she fantasized about fucking two men at the same time. This was a turn-on for me, so I assented.
Kittie wasted no time in going forward with it. She had it all planned out. We went to a local club, and entered separately. I sat at the bar, while she sat alone at a table in the corner. She was dressed in a black miniskirt, with black hose attached to a black garter belt, and no panties. She had on a white silk top, with no bra, with her nipples clearly outlined through the silk. She also had some hoop earrings that matched the white silk of her blouse.
I watched her dance with several men, and watched her turn down several other guys who hit on her. She was flirting constantly, and flitting from table to table. Finally, after about two hours, she came over to me at the bar.
"I found the guy I want to fuck. Go across the street and get a room at that hotel, then go get a table in the hotel bar."
"OK. You sure he'll be ok with me there too?"
"Don't worry, he'll do anything I ask to get in my pants."
So I went across the street to the upscale hotel, and booked a room with a king size bed. I then went to the bar, which was considerably less crowded than the club across the street. I ordered a martini.
I was sipping my drink when Kittie came in, with a tall, athletic looking man who had his arm around her waste and his hand on her firm butt.
"Hi, honey, this is Jonathon. He's agreed to be our date tonight."
"Hi, Jonathon. I'm Eric."
"Please, call me Jon. Kittie is quite the dancer."
