Apart from the first three paragraphs, this is not a true story sadly, just one of my fantasies that I've tried to put into words that hopefully others will enjoy reading. Maybe one day it will come true or at least something like it, I hope so.
Graham and I have been married 17 years, together over 20 years; we have a good standard of living and can enjoy the finer things in life. Recently I began to think back on my life. I am 42 he is 52, he was married once before and I had only one real relationship before meeting him. I enjoy my life and I'm generally happy but I see our lives ticking by and I feel that I want to experience more before I am too old.
We have a relatively good sex life, we can still satisfy each other, but like a lot of marriages the sex has probably become routine and predictable although still enjoyable. The last few months I have been mentioning to him during sex some of the things I have fantasized about in my private moments. At first he was quite shocked because, I've never been adventurous or taken the lead sexually, but as the days went by he became more comfortable with my new found confidence and we enjoyed discussing my fantasies as a prelude to our lovemaking. As a result our lovemaking has become more intense and more pleasurable, he has even commented on that fact himself.
Now, I have to tell you that most of my fantasies revolve around group sex in some form, threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, orgies or even gang bangs. We briefly dabbled in swinging a few years ago but never took it very far but the idea of these scenarios is a huge turn on for me. I began to notice that these scenarios really turned him on, particularly the idea of watching me with another man. Of course, this is only fantasy and we have never discussed making it reality, perhaps the idea is appealing to him but I doubt the reality would be acceptable.
The Fiction Begins here.
It never crossed my mind that my thoughts would ever be translated into actions so what happened came as quite a shock.
We were travelling to London for our 17th wedding anniversary; we had booked a suite in a well known 4 star hotel overlooking the River Thames, a nice meal in a top class restaurant followed by seats for the musical, Dirty Dancing, on stage in the West End. I loved the movie and so was really looking forward to the show.
We got to London mid-afternoon and checked into our room, it was a gorgeous room with four poster bed, a lounge area with soft leather sofas and a balcony overlooking the river and Tower Bridge.
After unpacking I decided to have a hot soapy bath and so undressed and got in the bath. Graham was laying on the bed watching the TV and didn't seem to pay much attention to me as I walked past him, totally naked, into the bathroom. As I slipped into the bath and became engulfed in the warm soapy water I felt a bit upset at his lack of interest and my mind began to wander. I wondered if other men would have showed more interest in me, or perhaps I was past that age where men would give me a second look.
Now I'm not a super model, but at 42 I'm not in bad shape. I'm 5'6 and weigh a little under 10 stone at 135 lbs. I have shoulder length highlighted blonde hair and blue eyes. My breasts are 34C quite firm with very responsive and sensitive nipples. Maybe I could lose a few pounds, and I'm not as flawless as a teenager, but I certainly am comfortable with my body and I'm sure it could still give a lot of pleasure to any man.
As I lay soaking in the steamy water, I began to think of how it would be to make love with a different guy and I felt a stirring between my thighs as the thoughts drifted into my mind, I reached down with my hand and began gently to massage the soft flesh around my pussy, with my other hand I touched my breasts and my nipples. I allowed my fingers to explore my own sex and gradually the intensity of the pleasure I was giving myself increased, I slipped a finger inside myself, then two and imagined a stranger's hard cock penetrating me.
It felt so good and before long I was close to orgasm. Just at that moment Graham came into the bathroom with a glass of champagne and looked at me with a knowing smile .... "Are you having fun Sarah?" ... I blushed and removed my fingers from my pussy to take the glass from him. As I did so he leaned forward to kiss my hand and I knew he would taste or smell the juices on my fingers. If he did he never let on, just smiled again and left me.
I lay in the bath drinking the champagne and when it was finished climbed out to towel myself off. I put on a toweling robe and went back to the bedroom. Graham was also in his robe ready to take a shower and he walked over to me to refill my glass with champagne. I took a sip, and he reached over to take the glass from my hand. Placing it on the bedside table, he took me in his arms and we kissed. His lips felt warm and soft against mine and I responded to his kiss. Soon our tongues were playing and his hands were roaming my naked body beneath the robe. He pulled me close and I felt his arousal too, pressing into me.
"Happy Anniversary Sarah, I really want you to have an evening to remember"
He left me to take his shower and I lay on the bed, my mind racing with my sensual and erotic thoughts enhanced by the effects of the alcohol on me.
When he had finished showering we began to get dressed for the evening. I wore a Paris silk basque which he had bought me for the occasion white silk with white and black embroidery and delicate lacing detail on the front. There was also a matching thong, the basque had black suspenders attached and so I wore black lace top stockings to complete.
Once in my underwear I slipped on my dress, a strapless black cocktail dress which came to just above my knee and was low cut at the front to display my ample cleavage. The whole outfit was finished off with white gold and diamond jewellery and black stiletto heeled court shoes with peep toe and sequin and stud embellishment.
I then returned to the bathroom to finish my hair, perfume and make up. Finally we were both ready for our evening.
We had some free time before our meal so decided to have a drink in the hotel bar. I did feel good as we walked in, I felt that I was being noticed by several men and exchanged smiles with one or two, seducing them with my eyes. We decided to sit at the bar and I had to be careful to pull the hem of my dress down to avoid displaying my stocking tops on the high bar stool.