To understand what happened, you need to understand my wife. She is different, complicated, sometimes a prude, occasionally the most sensual woman possible. She comes to bed wearing short nightgowns that hit her about mid to upper thigh and holds up her breasts by thin straps. She is my second wife and married first at thirty. She was not promiscuous but had several men before her marriage and two after her divorce..
She is blonde with blue eyes. When sexually aroused, her eyes turn as blue as the Mediterranean. They are damp, almost wet, which makes them all the bluer. When she looks at you with those dark blue eyes, she is ready to be taken.
She is slender and has been all her life. A good diet and lots of exercise had kept her body as solid as when she was sixteen. Her waist is slim, which only emphasizes her wide hips. She wears a C-cup that has not changed since her high school days.
Her legs are long, slender, and sexy. She is a true southern belle, a toucher, affectionate and honest. These qualities in the south are not considered flirting, yet men will often respond as though she is flirting. Men of all ages want to fuck her, and she is aware of this and usually gives them a smile of thanks. I am not bothered by this as I wouldn't want a wife that no one else wanted.
She is kind and helpful to others, a quality seldom seen in a beautiful sensual woman. She is proper in her dress, dressing for the occasion rather than emphasizing her best qualities. She is also one of the few women who look good in jeans even after thirty.
She has neighborhood men who will come by when she is working in her flower garden to talk with her and see how her ass fills out her Levi's. She always finds time to speak with them no matter how busy.
She is a prude when talking, or in her case, not talking about sex. However, with alcohol to loosen her inhibitions, she would do anything a man could dream of except. Alcohol loosens her reserve more so than most people. Two glasses will loosen her tongue, and she will talk about sex and her sexual past. With three glasses, her eyes became a darker blue, she will become more erotic and seductive. She loved to dance and could dance to every song played. Dancing has the same effect as wine, and a combination of both can combine to make her a sexy woman free to be herself. Therefore, she drinks very moderately.
We have a country club in our development where we often eat. On Saturday night, they always feature a band. When a band is scheduled with her type of music, we always attend. I have to monitor her drinking; Linda could be cool and aloof when dancing with a man or become seductive and hot with the next man she danced with.
We have been married for ten years and have a great sex life. My name is Howard, and I'm forty years old. My wife is Linda and is thirty-eight. I thought I knew her, but I guess people are constantly changing. When we were first married, I was jealous, but while Linda liked to flirt, I learned to trust her. Of course, there are advantages for a marriage when the wife teases, she gets turned on and is aggressive in bed, and I think of someone fucking her, and I'm turned on. Yet, I often wonder when did it happen that she felt sex and love was not exclusive to marriage and when lust for another man's cock took its place.
Part of her evolution in sex was her good friend Effie. Effie was divorced because she couldn't resist the temptation to cheat on her husband with a younger well-hung man. It so happened it was the same man who was my good friend.
Joe had been my friend since we first moved here. Most people at the club thought he didn't belong because he worked as a carpenter and handyman. Joe was a large man, perhaps six-four around 240-250 pounds of muscle. Joe was divorced, many of the upper-class ladies of our community had seduced Joe simply because his organ was so large. He was, in fact, hung like a horse and had become the neighborhood stud.
Effie told my wife that she had set out to seduce Joe after seeing his half-hard member hanging nearly out of his shorts. After Effie's well know encounter and divorce. Many of the middle-aged married women in the neighborhood had chased him without mercy.
"I was never disappointed Effie said about Joe." But, God, Linda, it's so big, and he just wouldn't stop fucking me even when I begged him to! It hurt and felt good at the same time, and he is the only man to make me scream out in pain and cry out in pleasure. "I would fuck him again today."
Joe and Effie were younger than us, Effie was just old enough to have two teenage daughters, and Joe was even younger, only twenty-six years old. Joe called one night and asked us to go to the dance that Saturday night. He was taking a young divorcee, and because this was her first date since her divorce, she was hesitant, still hurting from the breakup. So, with Linda's agreement, who is always ready to go dancing, we promised to meet them there.
Linda dressed up more than usual, wearing a skirt that hugged her well-rounded hips and flared out to the hem that came just above the knee. She wore 4-inch heels so she wouldn't be taller than I was. The skirt was thin enough that with the light behind her, we could see the outline of her legs running all the way to her crotch. I figured she dressed provocatively because there was a younger woman there to compete with. Her blouse or top was cut low, showing ample cleavage, and even wearing no bra, her breasts were high, and nipples pointed.
The girl arrived late. We found her a pretty girl when she finally arrived, but she had not done much to make herself attractive. After introductions, she sat quietly, sipping on a glass of wine and generally talking when spoken to. I asked her to dance and found her stiff and formal, keeping me at arm's length. Meanwhile, Joe and Linda, who had danced together often, whirled around the floor as comfortable as husband and wife. After the first dance, we came back to the table. Nancy, Joe's date, had finished her first glass of wine which made me think she was building up her courage.
She danced with Joe while I danced with Linda. Before leaving the table, Linda had finished her first glass of wine. We danced the waltz, and Linda held me close and whispered how much she loved me, and deliberately pressing her body against me, she could feel my arousal as my cock pressed against her stomach. I was no Joe with ten inches, but I could make Linda cum in eight minutes with my nearly seven inches.
Being courtesy, I asked Nancy to dance again, but by this time, I knew she was not happy being there, and knowing Joe as I did, he would be unwilling to put up with her very long. Finally, after a few minutes, she finished her 2nd class of wine and turned to me and said.
"Thank you, Howard, but I'm not feeling well, so I think I better go home."
She walked around where Joe was sitting, lay her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Joe, I feel I must go, but don't give up on me. In my present state, I'm just not ready to be in anyone's company." She left, but both Joe and I watched her nice round ass until she reached the door.