"Let's go DO something!" said my wife from the bedroom. We'd had a nice lazy Saturday morning so far, relaxing in our rented mountain cabin. We came in from the city the night before, looking to take a break from busy jobs and busy life. So far, that's all we'd done, and I could tell my wife was getting a little stir-crazy.
From my spot on the couch in the front room of the cabin, I walked in and joined her on the bed. Jane was still wearing her pajamas, a cute little strapped shirt and booty shorts number that were some of my favorites to see her in. The shorts barely covered the ample curves of her hips, which is why I liked them so much. They still left a little bit to the imagination!
I laid down beside her, stroking her leg and hip, and watched her reading one of those paranormal romance novels filled with vampires or werewolves or something who spent most of their time screwing humans instead of killing them like in the books that I read. But she liked them, and I reaped the rewards from them, so who was I to pass judgement!
Rolling over, she looked at me and repeated her request. "Let's DO something!" Raising my eyebrows suggestively, I told her that we could do something right now! "I mean OUT!" she said, as she playfully batted my hand away.
I asked her what she would like to do, then. "Well, on our drive in there was a great arboretum, did you see it?" I nodded and said that I had. We share an interest in plants and gardening, having recently transformed our new house's yard from an overgrown tangle to a well-manicured lawn. She's always on the lookout for new methods and ideas, so she loved to check out any parks or nature reserves.
After agreeing with her proposal, we had a light lunch and headed out. She dressed in a comfortable but nice pair of jeans those showed off her wonderful curvy hips, plus a low-cut, wispy top that displayed her full breasts. She looked good enough to eat, but unfortunately that would have to wait for later!
A short drive in the car later, we arrived at the arboretum. Although the grounds surrounding were gorgeous, brightly in bloom in late-summer glory, there wasn't a single other car in the parking lot. We wondered if we were here too early, before opening, but as we approached the main door, we saw an attendant inside. We were pleased that we might have the run of the place ourselves, so we went in.
The younger man inside at the front desk welcomed us, took our admission fee, and asked if we were interested in a guided tour. My wife and I conferred, and agreed that a guide might be helpful, since they might have some insights to the methods in use here.
It turned out we were right, and the young man was a wealth of knowledge. As we got to know him and the arboretum, we learned quite a bit about the area and their way of doing things. He was in his early twenties, about ten years younger than my wife and I, and finishing his student work in botany studies at a local university. The work he was doing here was part of his last semester of school, and would be graduating at the end of the summer. We learned all about the arboretum's native plant species, water conservation, and their history.
We also learned quite a bit about him, or James, as we finally learned. My wife and I are tall, and James is in between us in height, about six feet. Where I'm broad shouldered, James is more slender, dark haired to my lighter. He had a nerdy, bookish vibe, looking entirely the part of an interning student. But he was very well-spoken and confident, and James turned out to be an excellent guide.
After nearly three hours at the facility flew by in nearly a blink of an eye, we were all tired, thirsty, and hungry. Since we were new to the area, and had no plans, we asked James where we should head for diner and drinks. He described a great BBQ and micro-brewery to us, just a few minutes drive from here near his campus, and suggested we try it out. My wife, always the party planner, asked off-hand if James would care to meet us there. He was a bit dumbfounded, but agreed, saying he didn't have any other plans. The arboretum closed at 5pm on Saturdays, so he would join us there after.
My wife was giggly in the car as we left, and I had to ask her what was so funny. "You didn't notice at all?" she exclaimed. "James could not keep his eyes off my ass the entire time we were there." I was surprised but not shocked, since men are always watching my wife's impressively curved backside whenever we're out in public. But I didn't notice at all, and I was surprised that after that, my wife wanted to invite him to dinner! Turns out that's not all she was considering inviting him for.
"How adventurous are you feeling today?" asked my wife. "What are you planning?" I replied, suspicious. "Well, James's pretty cute, and I can tell he's interested. You've mentioned to me lots of times that you'd love to see me with another guy." said my wife. "Why not James?"
Why not James indeed?
My wife was right. I had for a long time had a fantasy of watching my wife with another man. Not only that, but I was interested in all sorts of other combinations of me, my wife, and another man, but never really got around to mentioning those to her!
In our past, we'd had fun with different toys and scenarios. I told her how much I loved to see her knelt between my legs, her ass up in the air, her mouth bobbing on my cock. I confessed that it would be a huge thrill to see another man back behind her, filling her up, gently pushing her face into my cock. Other times, she would use a toy in my ass, smiling, asking how it felt to get filled up like her, as she stroked my cock. Of course, I loved every second of it, and would shoot cum out all over my chest when we were finished. I privately wondered how a cock would feel in my ass, or in my mouth, as it shot cum into me.
