This is a story recounting my memories of fun with my first wife more than 25 years ago.
A "Loving Wife" story by another author made me think about finally getting this down on paper. As I started writing it I was surprised at the detail that came back to me!
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Mel and I were married for about 10 years when we started fantasizing about having another guy join us.
Mel was a 30 year old petite and large breasted fox, almost 5' 4" and weighing in at about 110 lbs. Her hair was naturally brown, but she always kept it colored blonde. Mel's two best features were her personality and her great tits.
I was 7 years older and at 6'4" and at 210 pounds, we made an unlikely pair!
Mel loved to flirt and loved to playfully tease her friends. Even though she was anyone's wet dream, she played around with, and teased, men and women equally so most of our lady friends were not put off by Mel's banter.
But those Tits! She was a good 36D and wore clothes to accentuate her most prominent asset. I loved to watch men meet her, they never looked into her eyes! Even our male friends could not resist glancing down at Mel's melons and that was the only issue most of our lady friends had. Although they were slightly jealous, they loved Mel, so it was limited to an ongoing joke about the tits were why their husbands came to our house.
Mel loved to wear tight shorts and low scoop necked tops, especially when it was hot out. Since we lived in New Orleans, it was hot most of the year and Mel helped keep the temperature high around her year round.
After years of watching jealously as men ogled and lusted for my foxy lady, I gradually began to get excited at the thought of them fucking her, and this began my fantasies. I still remember the first time I jacked off thinking about one of Mel's coworkers fucking her in the office. I was so astonished at my powerful orgasm, and how erotic I found the thought!
Another year or so and I was sharing my fantasy, and Mel was soon fully involved in the wild ride.
As we made love, I would tell her how a coworker or some strange guy had met her, seduced her, then I'd go into the details of the sucking and fucking involved. The fantasy invariably ended with her coming home to me so I could have sloppy seconds while she related all the sexy details to me.
We ran the full gamut with the fantasy. Friends, strangers, married, single, black, and so on. It seemed that no matter who it was, I could drive Mel, and myself, into an erotic frenzy with the ideas as the foreplay progressed and then even hotter as we fucked. We also brought toys into the mix so she could better visualize the big dicks, the double penetration, or just so I could continue to talk while describing the details about some stud eating her hot pussy.
We both had great orgasms and we rarely had sex without some sort of this fantasy being involved. Some of our best were the fantasies about mutual acquaintances; neighbors, our best friend's husband, a professor at her college, or her Karate instructor.
Mel had returned to school to get her degree, and had the hots for her Biology professor. She also had taken up Karate when our 8 year old son took the class, not only to help keep in shape, but because she soon had the hots for his instructor also. Oh, the moves we fantasized that instructor manipulating her into!
I traveled a lot on business and we would have hot phone sex, often pretending she was being fucked while I was gone. When I returned not only did we make up for the missed physical time, but I would also get to hear all about the various men who tried to get her attention, and the ones she wanted to get her attention.
I always urged Mel to gab the opportunity and run with it, and this made for great sex, but I think we both thought it would never be a reality. In retrospect I guess it was inevitable, as this fox was being hunted and with no real rules or inhibitions to prevent the capture, that she was eventually going to get what we both wanted!
Neighborhood Watch
While I was away, Mel of course had to take care of things like the yard. In the humid heat of New Orleans, Mel's typical choice of clothes to mow the grass was a very short pair of shorts and the bikini top from a bathing suit. This of course did not go unnoticed in the neighborhood.
Directly across the street was a family that included two boys, both about 19 to 21 years old. They both worked for their dad, the homeowner, and I guess they just had not matured enough to leave the nest. The dad was part time shrimper and part time contractor.
They were actually half-brothers, as the dad had been married twice. The younger boy was from his current wife who was the typical white middle class housewife, and the older boy was from an American Indian Mother, the fellow's previous wife.
I came home from a trip and Mel starts telling me about how Luke, the older boy, had been coming around a lot and seemed really interested in her. He had a smokey complexion from his Indian heritage which, along with his youth, intrigued Mel. Luke had a great physique, shiny black hair and while he was shorted than his younger brother, he was still taller than Mel's petite body.
We had great sex fantasizing about her and Luke, and I pushed Mel, both while in and out of our bed, to keep him interested, to encourage him.
I was building a deck in the backyard and I had Mel hire Luke to work on it while I was gone. Luke was now there every day and Mel was doing everything she could to let him know he could approach her. It wasn't long before we realized that he was going to be Mel's first fuck outside our marriage bed!
After many nightly hot phone calls, Mel let me know that she had closed the deal. That day after working on the deck, Mel had invited Luke in for a cold drink and they ended up on the couch in the family room. Mel told me that she had been complimenting Luke on his beautiful muscles and he responded with comments about her beautiful body, and those luscious tits. Mel decided that was the ice breaker, grabbed his hand and pulling it to her tit, leaned in for a kiss.
Mel is telling me how this young guy was rubbing her tits as they French kissed and I am beating my cock furiously on the bed in my hotel room. I can still remember hoarsely and repeatedly asking, "What happen next, what happened next?"