Okay, let me first start off by describing myself. My name is Scott. I stand 5' 8" and weigh around 171 lbs. Brown hair, cut to army standards and soft brown eyes. I am not super muscular but have a nice firmness to my body which comes from the army work outs every morning. I am also only 21.
Now to describe the love of my life, Shelly. She stands at a lovely 5' 1" and weight around 128 lbs. Her natural hair color is dark brown with highlights natural in it, though she normally as per my request adds red to it, with light brown eyes. Now I can't be exact on her measurements, but I know she has firm c-cup breasts with eraser sized nipples, and lovely aurous. She also has perfect curves with a lush ass the shape of a heart. Shelly, however if you expected her to be around my age, is a ripe mature 41.
This involves one of our fantasies, one where we include another partner to the mix. A male partner to be exact. Just after I got back from my tour overseas to Iraq, spending a beautiful 15 months over there, I returned home to my lovely wife. Well we quickly made up for lost time and through our love making, I kept urging my wife to add another to the fun. Well, she finally said yes and agreed to let another man, which didn't surprise me as we are both bisexual, join the fun.
So one night, we decide to get our son to spend the weekend with one of his friends that lived close by, and we went out to the local bars. Well being that the bars were right outside of a military base we knew that it was likely we'd end up with a military person coming back with us. Dressing in my tight blue jeans and a nice button down shirt with a wife beater under it, and a pair of boots my wife happened to like, I almost made her melt just showing it off. Usually she'd wear super tight blue jeans that showed off her ass and a nice shirt and some leather boots of her own, but tonight I'd talked her into something else, some more erotic. A skirt, a almost see through red blouse and a pair of heels, along with some thigh high black stockings.
As she came out of the bedroom to show off to me, the bulge the front of my pants easily gave away my reaction as my mouth had dropped into my lap as well. A laugh and a wink from her and we were off. Me driving because I am not the drinking type but enjoy going out and having a fun time, especially if she wants to.
Well our first stop was a well known bar, Stallions. I have no idea how it got its name but it was a pretty western type of bar. It had country music playing, people line dancing and lots and lots of sexy bodies. After finding a table in the back corner, I went up to get some drinks for us. The line wasn't to long but it took a minute to get the two beers and the jaguar bomb that was for Shelly.
When I returned, Shelly was no where to be found. Not panicking because I knew she could take care of herself or at least draw enough attention to herself to where anyone doing something wrong would be noticed. Setting her drinks down and sitting down myself, sipping on the beer a little, having just recently started drinking it. Eyes wondering over the other people along this side of the bar, and then over the dance floor, when I spotted her.
She was dancing with some guy. Now most men would have jumped up, charged out onto the floor, beat the guy's ass and drug their girl home. Well we both aren't the jealous types and watching her swing back and forth and move against him was only making me hotter. He stood about five foot eleven at my best guess and filled out his button down two colored striped shirt. His cowboy boots moving with a flurry as he spun her around and then pulled her hard against his body, causing her to grind against his crotch. His face was a cowboys face almost, as it had a firm chin and medium high cheek bones with a nice size nose, hell if I knew he was bisexual, I'd let him fuck me to.
About five minutes later, they broke apart and he headed to the bar and she returned to our table, with a smile on her face. Sitting down and downing her shot of red bull and jaguar, and picking up the beer before leaning against me, kissing my neck a few times and whispering into my ear.
"Honey, I think that guy really likes me. He kept grabbing my ass and telling me he'd do so many things to me," she grinned and licked her lips.
"Oh, is that so," I grinned back at her and sliding my right hand under the table and up her right thigh. She didn't wear panties tonight, as she usually was no matter where she went, and my fingers slid right up to her shaved little snatch. Brushing my fingers along where I knew her clit was and then down to her slit, she was soaked and it only caused my cock to stiffen to fullness, "It seems you liked him to honey. So do you think that he'd come back with us?"
She gave a pouting little look up at me and then chuckled slightly, "I think I can get him to the point where he'd do anything for me," just as she spoke those words the guy stepped up to the table and stopped.
He looked at us for a moment and then to her, "Whose your friend Shelly?" not realizing that we were husband and wife.
"Well Dave, this is my husband Scott," She introduced me with a smile and then turned and spoke to me, "Hun, this is Dave; he was dancing with me and feeling me up on the dance floor,"
The look on his face was priceless and I wish I had a camera when he realized who I was and what she'd just said. Laughing softly and standing up, though shorter then him, I had always made my presence bigger then I was and looking him straight into his soft blue eyes, I extended my hand, "Nice to meet you Dave, care to join us?" simple, sweet and to the point.
With only a moment of hesitation and a sweet smile from my wife, while offering a good deal of cleavage for his view, he extended his hand and shook mine before pulling up a chair next to my wife's left side. Setting the two beers down, one for him and one for her, he offered to go get another, but I declined only a fourth of the way through with mine.
"So Shelly here says you're a wonderful dancer Dave, I am glad that you are able to keep up with her. I can't dance very well though she has been teaching me," winking over at her, my hand sliding up and down on her right thigh, gently massaging her thigh.
"Well she is quiet the dancer and with that body," he could only grin after that and couldn't keep his eyes off of her tits, and since she'd worn a bra that pushed up her nice large c-cup tits, the swell provided for cleavage was perfect for attracting the guys and girls.
"Dave, lets go dance again," she cut in, having finished almost finished her second beer, "Honey, you don't mind do you?" she gave me that look like, you better not say no because this will seal the night.
"Not at all, I need to run to the bathroom anyways. Have fun Dave and don't do anything I wouldn't do," I gave him a reassuring wink and stood up and almost left but stopped and turned around. Leaning down and over my lovely wife, giving her a deep kiss with lots of tongue and my right hand reaching up and playing with her left nipple, the extra sensitive one. Breaking the kiss and tweaking her nipple one more time, a grin on my face as I departed, and a shocked look on both of their faces though my wife's had that "o my god you fucking asshole tease" look too.
Taking my time in the bathroom, slowly washing my hands and checking the time on my watch, "Damn, only eleven twenty three," with a smile knowing that my wife would seal the deal with this dance I made my way back out to our table.
While I was in the bathroom, and this comes from her after I asked about what had happened, my wife had leaned over and gave Dave a soft kiss on the cheek and then led him out onto the dance floor. When they had gotten onto the dance floor the song had switched to a very slow song and she had pulled him close instantly kissing him deeply and lustful, her hands wrapping around and rubbing his back affectionately. In turn he had kissed her back, grabbing her ass firmly through her blue jean skirt, before sliding his hands up and under it while they were dancing. She also told me that while he was feeling her up, she'd reached around and groped his crotch, feeling a nice size bulge within it and causing him to stutter in their conversation.
I had only been sitting down for maybe a minute when she returned with Dave in toe and hand in hand, a smile on both of their faces, "Honey, I think its time to go," she winked at me and grabbed up her purse.
"Well if you say so, lets go," standing up and leading the way from the bar out into the parking lot, Dave finally spoke up, "I drove my own car,"
Looking back at my wife and him who were arm and arm now, I grinned and the look on my wife's face was one of surprise, "Well just follow me and make sure she buckles up," I laughed as I got into our car and waited until he pulled up behind me with his pick-up truck. Well I could see him but she was no where to be seen. Grinning I pulled out of the parking lot and we traveled the ten to fifteen minutes back to our house.
Pulling into the drive way, I finally caught site of her head popped up from his lap and my cock almost bust through the steel zipper on my blue jeans. I reminded myself the next time we took out the pick-up truck to have her do that on me. Grinning at her as we walked into the front door and I shut and locked it, she was already all over him. Taking control of the situation she had her lips and hands all over him, working on his buttons with her hands as she pressed her lips to his and her tongue into his mouth.