My wife was 35 when we got married, she was vivacious and full of passion. We satisfied each other completely; physically and every other way. She was completely devoted to me and eagerly adventurous in our love making. We never did anything with anyone outside the marriage, but she at one time said she wanted us to find someone else to fuck her. I wanted the same thing. We talked about it, fantasized about it richly during our love-making. I believe she wanted it for a number of reasons; she wanted to explore the sensation of multiple partners, she wanted to pursue the "naughtiness" of it by getting used and she wanted to give the gift of her body to others, not at all in a promiscuous way, but more because she knew she was very good and wanted to have other men enjoy her talents. I wanted it for more prurient reasons, I just wanted to see her get fucked.
Some things leading up to possibly finding someone else were exciting to us. She frequently gave me blow jobs in the car and we would have sex in the car, either while driving or while stopped somewhere. If we were in an open car on a hot summer day, she would often disrobe, tilt back her seat and sunbathe while we drove, either on the freeway or on a back road. More than a few other drivers saw her. One time we drove through a rural neighborhood as she knelt on the seat and sucked me. She had on a thin, small sleeveless top and nothing else. Her ass was in the air facing the passenger window. I was stopped at a red light and a jogger came by, paused and looked in appreciatively. When I told her later, she became excited, pleased and very aroused.
In those years, she was very attractive. She kept herself in very good shape and dressed (when dressed) with taste and style. She had a natural beauty that came from deep within her, reflecting her wisdom and intelligence. And she still had the fresh-faced cuteness of a high school girl. She never smoked or drank. Physically, she had the body of a woman, with large, spectacular breasts. Although she didn't need to, she shaved every day, including her entire vaginal area.
She loved sex. We had it two or three times a day, every day. On our honeymoon, we fucked a dozen times over the course of one day and a long evening, with time out for meals and naps. In the years after, she usually sucked me and swallowed my cum every single day.
She enjoyed, celebrated even, in showing lots of cleavage in public. We talked frequently about "that guy in the restaurant", or "the guy at the gas station". We fantasized about bringing him back to our hotel to fuck her. She wanted to go to a nude beach and lie on her back with her legs open in the sun. She knew it would not only drive all the guys crazy, but it would also mean she would be getting her brains fucked out as soon as we found the space and time to do it.
We soon decided to just do it. Just find a guy.
I remember the first time I watched her having sex as if it was yesterday. It began while we were at an ocean side resort in California. I was on the verandah under a beach umbrella, reading a book. She was lying on a beach towel on the sand about a hundred feet away. I was positioned where I could see her easily and glanced up periodically at her. She was wearing a brightly colored bikini that was small but not really revealing or daring. She didn't want to go all out to be attractive. She knew she had no need to. On the flight out, we had talked quite a bit about what she and I both wanted this trip, and essentially, it was for her to have sex with another man. We thought it would be best to start with slow, tentative steps and see what developed. We also figured it would be best if I was in the room, and if the guy didn't want that, we'd keep looking. We were both so excited and nervous just talking about it, we were almost shaking. The first night in the room, I think we fucked four or five times not only from lust but also just raw sexual tension. We eventually collapsed around midnight and got up at ten the next morning. After a "good morning" love making session, we had a leisurely breakfast in the room and went out to the beach around twelve thirty. From the room window, we had spotted a good place for her where I could see her from the veranda. I went out a minute or two before she did, although I don't think anyone would have noticed me in her presence. I watched her walk along the path toward the beach. She had a little wrap over her bikini, a bag, big sunglasses and a wide brimmed hat. She looked fabulous, and I noticed more than a few heads turn as she arrived, laid out her towel took off her wrap and laid down.
The guys on the beach continued to stare or detoured on the path to the surfside bar to walk slowly by her. Even the young dads or boyfriends enjoyed the view, at least until they got caught. After no more than fifteen minutes, a guy of about twenty-five, tall with a decent build, paused beside her, looking down. He said a few words and she slowly pulled down her sunglasses. I could see that she said something as he smiled and knelt beside her. They talked for a while, maybe ten minutes, and my heart immediately started beating faster. He signaled the passing drink boy and ordered something. They continued talking; I doubt he knew that from the moment he stopped next to her, he had engaged himself in a job interview; for a very special job. She leaned up on one elbow and faced him as their order arrived. I could see that my wife was sort of flirting but not really flirting, she flickered her fingertips over the swell of her breasts as they talked. They had been chatting for probably more than a half an hour when she looked and pointed over at me. He glanced at me, turned back to take in her attractiveness, as if he was considering something. Very quickly, he nodded his head and stood up.
