My wife Rachael and I met over forty years ago. She was seventeen and I was twenty-nine. At the time I am sure all my friends thought I was robbing the cradle,and perhaps I was, but the relationship lasted through all the ups and downs of married life and has grown much stronger over the years.
I have always had a very strong interest in sex, and although Rachael remains the most sexual women I have ever known, I had several illicit affairs both before and after we were married, one lasting nearly ten years, some of which she was aware of and some not. Due to my encouragement she has had a few or her own. I am one of those men, for whatever reason, whose greatest desires is to watch her have sex with other men.
While Rachael was, and still is very conservative and tends to be shy, during our years together, starting early in our relationship I successfully encouraged her to, on occasion, dress sexier than was her normal very conservative style, and I spent a ton of money purchasing revealing items of clothing for her which she usually, but somewhat reluctantly agreed to wear.
At my persistent urging, over the years we have met other couples and gone to swinger's clubs with occasional success, in that I had the pleasure of watching her with other men while I had sex with their wives or girlfriends. For a period of two or three years we even formed a threesome with a male friend of ours. While the other man and I did not engage in any male/male activity, the three of us did everything imaginable including bondage, exhibitionism, double oral and vaginal penetration. Rachael became our total and happily willing sex toy. These were some of the best years of our lives.
I am now 74 years old and Rachael is in her early sixties. As one might imagine, I no longer have the sex drive of my youth and our sex lives for the last twenty years or so has been rather calm with no extracurricular activities whatsoever.
With daily exercise and watching her diet Rachael could easily pass for an attractive forty year old and I still have a full head of hair and am in fairly good shape for my age. I still find her sexually attractive, and while not as frequent as in earlier years we still share an active sex life. I still have my fantasies, but they are just that fantasies.
Several weeks ago we took a much anticipated long weekend trip, staying at a cozy bed and breakfast in northern New England. One of the reason we picked this particular place was that it featured a hot tub. After the long drive we were really looking forward to a quiet dinner and a long relaxing soak it the tub.
We were met at the desk by the owner, a good looking man in his mid to late fifties. He introduced him self as Don and was very warm and friendly as he showed us around the place. We ask him to recommend a place to have dinner and suggested a nearby restaurant within walking distance where we had dinner and a nice bottle of wine After dinner we picked up another bottle of wine to take back to the bed and breakfast to share while relaxing in the hot tub. .
When we got back we were surprised to find the door locked. After ringing the door bell and knocking several times Don finally came to the door and let us in, apologizing for the inconvenience. He explained that, as we were the only guests he had forgotten to leave the door unlocked. We asked him if it was too late to use the hot tub and he said that he would go and get it ready while we changed. I tried to talk Rachael into going naked but, as I expected, she declined. Instead she put on a very conservative one piece bathing suit, but it still could not conceal her ripe, but well toned body.
The hot tub was located in a small secluded lattice covered alcove just behind the house and quite lovely. Don had been thoughtful enough to place three or four scented candles in various locations around the tub, and soft, sensual jazz came from two outdoor speakers located somewhere out of sight, creating the perfect romantic setting.
We slowly lowered ourselves into the heated water and began to relax when Don appeared and asked if we needed anything. I told him that we had left a bottle of wine in our room which I would go get if he would be kind enough to bring us a couple of wine glasses. He said that he would be happy to get both the glasses and a bottle of wine, which he explained was on the house so that neither of us would have to get out of the tub.
Ever hopeful I responded, "In that case Don, if the wine is on the house, perhaps you would like to bring three glasses and join us?"
Turning to Rachael he asked, "Are you sure you two wouldn't rather be alone?"
Smiling warmly Rachael responded, "No, feel free to join us. We would enjoy the company."
As soon as Don was out of sight Rachael turned to me and smiled. "I know just what you are thinking Bill and forget it!"
"I was just trying to be friendly. He seems like a really nice guy." I replied. to which she readily agreed.
When Don returned he was wearing trunks and carrying a silver tray with an open bottle of wine, not the one we purchased, and three elegant crystal wine glasses. It was clear from his lean sinewy body that he worked out a lot. We learned that he ran marathons as a hobby.
He sat the tray down on a small bench near the tub and poured three generous glasses, handing one to Rachael, and then to me, he slowly lowered himself into the steaming water before reaching for his.
The wine was some of the best I've ever tasted and he explained that he and his wife had discovered it while visiting France years ago and had ordered it ever since for the inn. After his wife died two years ago he kept up the practice.
The conversation flowed easily as the wine and warm water slowly took effect. I became clear as time wore on that he was quite charmed by Rachael and directed more an more of his conversation toward her. Rachael, in turn was obviously flattered by his attention.
At one point Rachael excused herself to go to the bathroom and I noticed that his eyes were glued to her shapely body as she exited the tub.
"Bill, you are a very lucky man to have such an intelligent, charming, and if you don't mind me saying, beautiful wife. I envy you."
Jumping on his obvious interest I quickly responded, "I couldn't agree with you more Don, except you left out sexy."
"Well I didn't want to be rude or offend you, but yes, I think Rachael is very sexy!"
Pushing the discussion as far as I dared, "I have never met anyone like her. She absolutely loves sex. especially going down on a man. Giving head is her specialty. She is unbelievably talented and will do anything to please a man."
That is when Don revealed that while he loved his wife deeply and has not been interested in other women since her death, his only complaint was that she was a bit of a prude and hated the idea of oral sex of any kind, in fact she had never once gone down on him. I immediately sympathized with him and the wheels began to churn in my head as I noticed his shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Don, I don't know about you, but my swimsuit is very uncomfortable. Do you mind if I remove it?"
"Go ahead, In fact if you think it would be alright with Rachael I will take mine off too. I hate wearing one in the hot tub. I used to tell my wife that the lint from the suits clogged up the filters but she never bought it."
When Rachael returned she noticed our trunks laying by the tub, and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
