My Wife Starts Dating

Rachel called me just as I was departing the office. I told her I had very good news for her, but she would have to wait until I got home to hear it. She said she had good news for me, as well. She said she was wearing her skintight white jeans, and a soft blouse, no bra. If I could correctly guess the color of her panties, she would give me a blow job to start our evening off. If I guess incorrectly, then she gets all the attention, and maybe at the end of the evening she would let me cum, but not on or in her. "You think about that on your way home, Babe. I will be in the back yard ready to unsnap and unzip the big reveal."

"And the kids?"

"You know they are spending their last few days before heading off to college with their friends. I did have an interesting lunch with our daughter today. I will tell you about it later."

"So, we both have big news. I will see you soon. Oh, do I guess now, or when I get home?"

"When you get home."

"That's fair. I wouldn't want you to have me guess now and then have time to change to prove me wrong."

"I would never do that and just saying things like that will not get you laid after tonight, John."

"What do you mean after tonight?"

"I am so horny that you are getting my attention tonight! And you have your daughter to thank for it. Love you. Bye."

She hung up before I could respond. So, dear Rachel. My wife for just about twenty wonderful years. A tall - 5'8" - redhead with fabulous 32B Cup Breasts and a round firm ass. She knows that I love to see her red bush and pussy in sexy panties, and she has quite a collection that we have accumulated over the years from every state and foreign country we have visited. She has a lot of colors and materials including satin, microfiber, silk, lace, panties - mostly bikini style and a lot of thongs. At 43 years of age, she still rocks thongs and low-cut panties.

She said panties, so I am assuming that she didn't mean a thong. Now, for color, she has black, white, pink, hot pink, blues - light and dark, yellow, and red. I love the red, so hot and sexy. She wants a good time when she slips on red. So, I think I will go with red based upon my thirty second conversation with her. Lucky for me she didn't want me to guess style (Thong, Bikini, Brazilian, Granny, etc.) crotched or crotchless. Too many options. She has three drawers in the bedroom chest of drawers full of undergarments! Back to the panty color sweepstakes suggested by Rachel; she told me before her first hotwife date that colors of panties meant a lot. Pinks, blues, and yellows are all fine for her dates, but white, black, and red were reserved for me and me alone. So, as I pull into the driveway, I am further convinced to stick with my first guess, red.

Three or four years ago Rachel and I started into the Swinging Lifestyle. We are not regulars, but our evenings out have been most interesting, and we often talk about some of the people we have hooked up with at these clubs. This paved the way for the current step; Rachel is a hotwife. The past twelve to fourteen months she has dated 6 or 8 men. Dates defined as drinks, dinner, sex, then back to me for reclamation. Our sex life is only tempered by our two twin children. John Jr. will be off to Colorado School of Mines, and Elizabeth will be studying at the University of Wyoming in a few weeks. Both have full scholarships. I am looking forward to being an empty nester at age 45; I think our Lifestyle and Rachel's dating frequency may increase, although we touch and fondle each other daily, and probably average six to ten sexual acts a week. In short, I get more ass than anyone I know, and Rachel??? Is it still considered a piece of ass from a woman's perspective?

I enter the house, drop my brief case in my den and head to the bedroom. Removing my jacket and slacks, I change into a pair of jeans after hanging the others in the closet. I decide to go commando to make my prize from Rachel easier on her. Come on red!

Rachel is finishing up watering the gardens. Our back yard slopes off in two different directions. I built retaining walls that support garden beds, both floral and vegetable. The beds up near the patio containing taller flowering bushes that provide some privacy to our patio. A couple of strategically planted trees further seclude our outside sitting space from our neighbors 'down below'. After a dozen years the backyard has really matured.

I grab a beer from the patio fridge and watch my lovely bride finish her watering chores. Well, in truth, it isn't much of a chore since all the beds water via a buried sprinkler system. The weather has been hot the past few days so she was giving the plants an extra watering cycle. I watched her silently as she moved from bed to bed manually starting and stopping the water cycles. She looked great bending over to cycle each bed. When she looked up and noticed me, she waved. Her blouse was mostly unbuttoned with all her cleavage and the top portion of her abdomen exposed. Yes, her sexy small boobs provide great cleavage. And her nipples and areola were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse.

She smiled then shifted her body, so she was facing me head on and shouted, "and your guess?"

"Red." I took a sip of my beer.

She unsnapped the button on her jeans and then unzipped her fly. Even from sixty feet away it was quite clear that my wife had red panties on. I smiled and tipped my beer towards her. "Get me one of those. I think I need to moisten my mouth and throat."

I turned and stepped to the refrigerator and extracted a beer, which I handed to her as soon as she stepped on the patio. She hadn't bothered to snap and zip her jeans. "How did you guess?" She asked before taking a swig of beer.

"Well, you told me once that black, white, and red are for me and me only, not your dates or couples we spend time with. And you told me you are very horny after lunch with Liz. So, I know you like red when you want extra attention paid. And, red it is!" I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans and rubbed her bush through her panties.

"Well, which do you want first? Your prize or details about my lunch with Liz?"

"Don't forget, I have news as well."

"Ok, how about this. I made up some appetizers. We can sit out her and have them for a light dinner and tell each other our news." She directed me to a chair near the table and went inside to retrieve the snacks. Returning with two trays, I helped her by opening the door. I pinched one of her ass cheeks as she walked past me.

"Very funny." She sat down and removed the plastic wrap from the two trays.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I stood next to her.

"What? Your prize? I thought that after we ate and shared our news that we would go to bed, and you can take me anyway you want and how ever many times you want it."

"We can do that, and we probably will. It doesn't change the fact that I won the bet. You are not going to welch on a challenge like the one you made, are you?"

Rachel took a long swig of her beer and then slid off her chair to her knees. She unsnapped my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Reaching in she grabbed my semi erect penis and pulled it from my pants. "Pretty sure of yourself, going commando." She winked and then started to suck my balls.

Rachel completed her task snowballing me, sharing her mouthful of my freshly ejaculated semen with me via a kiss. We sat and enjoyed the appetizers she had prepared. I retrieved a couple more beers. I reached over and kissed her, reaching my hand inside her blouse to rub one of her hard nipples. "So, since you lost, why don't you start with your news about Liz first. I am curious how lunch with our daughter made you so horny. Although maybe I don't want to know...."

"She called and when I told her that I was at the mall she suggested she come meet for lunch. We went to that little French bistro place near the lingerie shop. I was there shopping when she called. She saw the bag from the lingerie shop and asked me about it. Looking inside, she saw a few panties that I purchased. As luck would have it the sexier ones were on top. Crotchless, laying there screaming 'your husband is going to fuck you in these.' She said that those were gross. She started to pull a pair out and hold it up. I grabbed it from her and took the bag back. I asked her why she thought they were gross. She said that she hears us all the time, doing it. It is all gross. I told her it isn't gross. Telling her that you and I still love each other very much and after all the years together we are still attracted to each other. I told her I was sorry that she could hear us, but it is what it is. I told her that she should hope to some day have what we have."

I reached over and kissed Rachel. She took my hand and slid it into her blouse. I started playing with her boob and nipple when she continued. "This is all very interesting, but I don't see how this makes you all horny, Babe."

"Take the trays back into the kitchen, put them in the refrigerator, put something a little more comfortable, and grab another beer on your way by. I will tell you the rest of our conversation." I got up and started to do as Rachel asked. She took her blouse off and handed it to me, then wiggled out of her jeans. She sat there in her panties. "Is this, ok? It is a nice evening out. I don't think the neighbors can see, and if they can, fuck them."

I took her blouse and jeans and the two trays. Returning a few minutes later I stopped by the fridge for a couple more beers. Rachel must have resupplied it during her shopping excursion. I wore my robe. Nothing more.

"You look good and comfy, John" Reaching in my robe she fondled my almost solid erection. "Did you peek in the bag on the bed?"

"Yes."

"Something caused this," she stroked me a little harder. 'Please tell me what got our friend's attention, especially so soon after my snack."

"A little shiny red item."

"Isn't that naughty?" She beamed, her smile ear-to-ear. "I am going to have to do some serious trimming if I plan to wear it and have that little triangle cover my bush. Sit down and let me tell you another idea I have for that and the black one that is in the bottom of the bed." I sat. "Please continue what you were doing before." She winked and leaned forward. I started fondling her boobs again. "So, Liz told me that she still didn't understand why I wore things like what were in the bag. I asked her if she wore panties and thongs. 'Of course I do" was her reply. I then told her that I wanted to ask her a question, and she didn't need to answer it if she didn't want to. I told her that she was off to college in a couple of weeks, and that was going to be a completely new experience for her. I told her that there were going to be a lot of boys, men, there. And they would want to date someone like you." Our daughter has a lot of her mother's features, except at eighteen years old she has a bigger bust than Rachel. "Have you had sex yet Liz. Are you still a virgin?"

Whoa! I reacted with an audible gasp squeezed her boob a little too firmly. Rachel pulled my hand off her breast and held it on the table. "It turns out that our darling daughter lost her virginity to her date at last year's homecoming dance. And she was 'active' with another guy during their senior trip. The last one she mentioned was her date for their after-graduation party."

Rachel started to giggle. "I don't find this funny, Sweetheart. This is our daughter."

"Cool your Dad jets, John. She has been taking the Pill since she was sixteen. I am surprised and happy that she waited as long as she did. Did you think she was going to wait for marriage..." I started to reply, but Rachel interrupted me, "like we did? I think you had my pants and panties off by our fourth date."

"True, and what a fabulous night that was! I still remember how you were."

Rachel put my hand back on her breast and kissed me. "You were ok. A little quick on the squirt the first time, but I have trained you well and you have gotten much better. Much, much better!"

"So have you!"

"So, Liz and I have something that we share. She occasionally fucks her dates, as do I. That is what I find humorous in a sick kind of way. Anyway, we discussed sex and how it gets better with experience, and even though it sounds corny, it gets even better when you are with the right partner. I told her that that is where you and I are and have been for nearly a quarter a century. We still do it. She says we do it a lot. I responded that, yes, we do it a lot and that we will continue to do so, going forward. As we continued this conversation, I started getting turned on."

"Maybe this was too much information, but I told her how I can recall many if not most of the times we have made love. I told her that each time is special, even with that, that one memory stands out above the rest. She started to balk at the discussion, and I told her that I had a point to what follows. I told her that years ago, you entered me, and we were making love, then when you got close you kissed me deeply, our tongues doing their dance inside and outside both of our mouths. You cupped my breast as you released inside me. I knew then that something felt different. Different in a most pleasant way. We learned a couple of weeks later what I suspected at the time, that you had impregnated me. I was giddy at the time. Giddier when the doctor confirmed what the home pregnancy test indicated and absolutely filled with joy when we discovered that we in fact having twins from that wonderful evening. Liz was a little shocked to learn this but then smiled and told me what a sweet story. I held her hand and told her that someday I hoped she had the same experience." She noticed the tears forming in my eyes as I finished my tale.

"I don't think you have ever told me this, Rachel." I leaned over and kissed her deeply. I got up and retrieved a couple more beers. "To us continuing to enjoy and love each other," I toasted. We clicked bottles and each took a sip.

"We continued our conversation about the contents of the bag and the impact on you. She said that the guys she has experienced didn't care about what kind of panties she wore. I told her that they were only interested in what was inside the panties. She liked that. I know you like what is inside my panties, but you love me first, fantasize and fuck me second. I told Liz that. I told her that I don't wear bras much because I find them uncomfortable, and you enjoy my bare boobs. She said she would like to go without one, but she is larger than me. I asked her if they were firm. She said they were. I told her give it a try. She asked what you would think. I told her that I would see to it that you got over it. Just don't flaunt them. Remember you also share the house with your father and your brother!" We took a break to kiss and enjoy some beer. "So, about the mini thong that you saw in the bag. I am thinking that I am going to give it to Liz. She shaves. I don't. I told her that I slept with seven or eight guys in college and then met you. It was special from the start, and I wanted her to have a similar college experience. In fact, on Sunday, I am taking her shopping for additional items she might need in college."

"What was her response?"

"Once she got over the embarrassment of having this conversation with her mother, she said she really appreciated the talk. Some of her friends are telling her that they can't wait to get to college and fuck whoever they want. She said that she doesn't feel that way, but if the right guy comes along, why not."

I got up and helped Rachel out of her seat. "Are we finished?" she asked. I told her that I thought we would be more comfortable on the swing. I took her by the hand and led her to the loveseat swing we have on the patio. "Some of the neighbors might see me in only my panties."

"Fuck them."

"Only if I have another beer first. You suppose they want me a little sloppy?" She winked as she took a seat on the swing.

"I am going to have you tonight sloppy or not." I grabbed a couple of beers and returned to the swing. I settled in next to Rachel and handed her the beer. Now that my hand was empty, I slid it inside the front of her panties. She squirmed telling how cold my fingers were. "Good, I think I know of a great way to warm them up." My fingers found their way down her slit and inserted themselves into her. "My tongue is cold after drinking all of this beer."

"You wouldn't dare, would you?"

I slid off the swing to my knees. I positioned myself in front of Rachel's knees and finished my beer. She provided only a smattering of resistance as I spread her legs, I pulled the gusset of her panties to the left and buried my tongue into the entrance to her vagina. She jumped a bit. "Honey, your tongue is cold!" She whispered.

"It will warm up. Maybe it needs a fur coat. I stroked up through her folds and onto her bush. "Like maybe this one."

"Take my panties off. There is more fur to enjoy." I did as I was told.

Rachel's second orgasm was a bit on the loud side. We were both concerned that the neighbors would hear us. As she calmed down, she continued to stroke my cock. "John, I want you to take me the bedroom and use this beautiful cock on me." We gathered up her panties and went to the bedroom. By the time I sent a load into her pussy she'd climaxed two more times. We laid together. "What is your news, Dear, or is that you were going to give me four orgasms tonight? If so, your news has been very well received."

"No. Actually, my news may even be better?"

"Better than four orgasms? This I got to hear?" Rachel sat up and crossed her legs. I watched her pussy drip a few trickles of our combined juices."

"When do you expect the kids home?"

"Rachel looked at the alarm clock and said, they are both on dates. So probably midnight. In a little over an hour."

"Well, why don't you put something on, something that will get me ready to have you thank me. I will go to the kitchen and get the rest of your snacks ready." I got up out of bed and put my robe on. As I neared our bedroom door, I said, if what you were is too revealing, grab your robe in case the kids show up early."

"Oh yeah, like the both of us in robes in the kitchen doesn't signal what we have been up to."

I was just pulling the appetizers from the fridge when Rachel arrived wearing a sheer white night shirt that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She didn't even bother to put panties on. I asked her about the lack of undergarments, and she said that she figured I would be back between her legs so why bother. Sound logic. We sat at the breakfast nook.

"Remember that I told you that I will be going to London for that conference on public safety? That I am to represent the company and do a presentation to the group in attendance?"

"Yes."

"It is the week after we drop John Jr. at school, the week after we do the same for Liz. Anyway, I worked with the company travel agent right after I got the news from Corporate. They are going to pay for you to come along. We will be flying economy and not business or first class, but Linda at the travel desk secured us the two seats near the bulkhead in an exit row for both out and back. At least we have the row to ourselves since there are only two seats."

"That's wonderful, John. We have always talked about London!" She was beaming.

"That's not all. If you can swing it with your work, I added a week to the trip so we can see the sights. The company is meeting us halfway on the hotel costs." I opened my laptop and my calendar application. We leave on Monday the 20th; the conference runs Wednesday through Saturday. We have Sunday through the following Friday to play tourist. We come home on the first."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I can work from anywhere; just need an internet connection and my cell phone." Rachel was getting giddier.