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.