My wife Linda and I are in our late 40's but we stay in shape and she especially has kept her gorgeous body well-toned. Her large breasts jut out firmly above her tight tummy and her trimmed bush just accentuates her curvy hips and great ass. There are a few lines in her face but with just a touch of makeup she can appear glowing, healthy and hot.
Our marriage is the most important thing to us and we won't do anything to jeopardize it. On the other hand we do want to make the most of our time together so we decided early on try to maximize our physical enjoyment, whether it's the sensuality of laying naked on a beach and then plunging into the pounding surf, having a delicious meal with excellent beer or a good wine, or having mind-blowing orgasms on a constant basis.
But it's all about trust, and each other's pleasure. I think jealousy comes from fear, fear that your partner is going to like some one else better, love someone more, leave you for another, or just decide that you don't measure up. Now over the years I wouldn't be surprised if Linda has had someone who's better than me in bed, better looking, smarter, more charming, and all the rest. But she always reassures me when I get a little jealous. Either she lies to protect me or she tells me it doesn't matter, I'm the one she loves. One time she had this guy who was drop dead good looking and when I saw his penis I nearly wanted to suck it, it was so huge and beautiful. But Linda told me she didn't care if she never saw him again, yeah it was fun and she enjoyed it but there was something about me that she liked so much more. Now when you've got a woman like that, it's hard not to let her have some pleasure.
I was just admiring her as she lay soaking up the sun by the pool on our recent vacation, tanned flesh and curves just barely covered by cloth, when I noticed a couple of the young resort staff members were doing the same. My loving wife was laying on her back with one leg drawn up, her yellow string bikini showing nearly everything. Through the material you could could see not just my wife's nipples, but the darker circle around them. Her long legs were smooth and supple, and shining with lotion. Between her legs her mound bulged against the tight thin fabric of her swimsuit, and you could almost see a line down the center where her lips came together. You really could practically see my wife's pussy.
Her breasts rolled on her chest as she reached for her glass and one young boy nearly broke into a run as he raced to be the first to ask if she needed a refill. I could tell that behind her sunglasses she was amused and flattered by the attention, and she took her time as she answered.
"Well, maybe one more, if you wouldn't mind," she said as she held up her glass, and it seemed as if she was offering much more than just her glass.
The young staffer, no more than 18, had to reach out with both hands to be sure of not dropping it, and it seemed like his eyes only left her chest to run up and down the rest of her body. "Of course," he said. "No trouble at all. I'd be glad to, I really would," he stammered. "I mean, get your drink... I'll get your drink," he finally corrected himself, and with that he reluctantly turned away and walked off, glancing back almost every other step, hardly watching where he was going.
"Wow," I said, laughing. I'll be surprised if he doesn't have to stop by the bathroom to toss off, the way you've got him going."
"Well, its not my fault, my darling Michael," Linda said teasingly. "I just like younger men, and they seem to like me."
And no sooner had she said that than another young male attendant came by. He must have seen what just happened but he pretended he hadn't and asked if we needed drinks or anything else. He looked up and down my wife's lovely body for as long as he could, and then sneaked a quick glance at me to see if I was upset. I trusted Linda completely and kept my half smile, and I might have even winked. I certainly didn't look upset.
"What's your name, young man," she asked in her most flirtatious voice.
"Billy," he stammered, bringing his hands together nervously. "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" He glanced briefly at me as he asked, but then turned his gaze back to my wife, concentrating on her round globes of half covered flesh and the narrow triangle of fabric between her legs.
I think he would have stood there like that forever but the first boy came back with Linda's drink. He had been nearly running.
"Thank you Tommy," she said. "And how old are you two?"
"18," replied Tommy. "All staff at the resort have to be at least 18. Can I get you anything more, Mrs. Johnson?" He and Billy were both in good shape and just bursting with teenage vitality and energy. And it almost looked liked they both had something trying to burst out of their pants, although it was hard to be sure. But they were both hovering so close to Linda I think they would have fallen on her if I had yelled "Boo." That was the nice thing about being with Linda; I didn't feel threatened; I still felt in control, even when some other man was ramming his cock into her.
"I think we're OK for now," Linda finally answered. "But I might need something later, back in our cottage. If you're not busy and want to check in, go right ahead."
"Sure Mrs. Johnson," Billy said. "What.. maybe 15 minutes from now, half hour... an hour, you think? I finish work at four but I could stay around actually, as long as you want, whenever..." Linda mercifully cut him off with a soft chuckle that just made her seem all the more desirable and said, "About an hour I think, guys. Now go off and wait on someone else."