There are times in our lives when strange and wonderful unplanned events take place -- most often when we least expect them! Hopefully, when these do come about, we will be accepting of the situation.
I'm Richard and my wife of 24 years is Samantha. We are a mature couple, still in great shape in our mid-forties, empty nesters, living a very comfortable life style in a fairly affluent suburban community in Connecticut.
I've seen it written that when it comes to sharing one's wife with another man -- "For those that agree no explanation is needed and for those that don't - no explanation is possible." I'm one of the former, my dear wife is one of the latter.
Several months ago, my wife happened to look over my shoulder as I was playing at the computer and noticed that I was watching a video of a husband sharing his wife with his friend. Her reaction was as expected - "That's sick!" When I told her that I found it rather intriguing she said - "Then you're sick! You realize I have no intention of ever letting that happen and besides, fantasy is one thing but you couldn't handle anyone so much as touching me. We have a wonderfully satisfying sex life. I don't need anything more! I don't want anything more!"
And so it remained without any further discussion.
And Samantha's correct - even after over two decades of marriage she's an enthusiastic sexual partner the two of us clearly deriving great pleasure from both the quality and frequency of our times of intimacy.
My greatest sexual gratification is watching Samantha in the throes of an orgasm. Either generated be me or, on those rare occasions where she would allow it, brought on by herself. Nonetheless, from time to time, when we were in bed together, the thought of watching Sam being with another man would flash through my mind and that thought was extremely arousing!
When we arrived on our favorite delightful Caribbean Island of Montserrat for our annual spring vacation we were told by the resort manager that our customary cottage was undergoing unexpected renovations however, we would be upgraded to a villa at no additional charge.
The villa was magnificent! Normally a two-couple duplex accommodation but no other couple had signed up as yet so we had it all to ourselves! The two spacious, beautifully appointed living quarters were connected to the shared area - a secluded shrub-sheltered private plunge pool adorned with lovely tropical flowers, enormous outdoor shower, family room with 55-inch TV, kitchenette and laundry facility.
We spent the days as we normally did - Sometimes visiting the island's numerous sites but mostly lounging beside the perfectly warmed pool enjoying local drink concoctions, reading, napping or lounging on the black sand beach and taking an occasional refreshing swim in the cool blue Caribbean. Later, we would rinse off in our pool, watch TV and relax for a bit, then enjoy a superb dinner under the stars at the facility's gourmet dining area. When the nights were really sultry, we would hop into our private pool and skinny dip for a while before bed. And, of course, there was the increased romantic intimacy a couple experiences while on vacation away from all the pressures of the daily grind.
On our last day of vacation as Samantha and I grudgingly left the beach for the final time an attractive couple, British accent, introduced themselves to us as Ethan and Grace. They told us that this was their first time on this island. They had also been moved to the villa and asked if it would be an imposition if they moved into the adjoining rooms of the suite while we were still there. As the villa was designed for two couples, and they had no other place else to stay, we told them they were welcome to come whenever they wanted, share the kitchenette, TV and pool, and hoped they enjoyed the accommodations as much as we did.
We chatted for quite some time telling them all about the island, the many activities available and places to visit to make their stay even more enjoyable - the Soufriere volcano, the Monastery, and the Santa Cova Chapel. The famous Stairway to Heaven had been closed for safety reasons.
They appeared to be a charming pair. It seemed natural to invite them to have dinner with us.
Grace and Samantha were quite the contrast. Grace was tall, dark, boyishly lean figure, with black hair and black eyes. Samantha her complete opposite -- enticingly voluptuous, and being of northern European origin, crystal blue eyes, blonde hair and nearly alabaster skin - except for the now deeply tanned areas of her body left unprotected from the sun by the two-piece swim suits she wore during our two weeks on vacation. Depending on your preference each strikingly desirable in their own way.
Adhering to the resort's dress code we arrived at dinner with Ethan and I dressed in slacks, open collared shirt, and sports jacket. While the ladies, both obviously braless, coincidentally wore backless cocktail dresses sporting slits revealing quite a bit of thigh. Samantha's breasts shifting seductively beneath the silky cloth of her halter top dress and Grace's plunging neckline revealing - what little there was to reveal.
Discovering that we had a great deal in common with Ethan and Grace, we hit it off famously, enjoying a delightful evening of food, drink and conversation!
After the excellent dinner we left Grace and Ethan to nurse their drinks under the cloudless starlit sky and full moon and retired to our place. I mentioned to Sam that Grace was appealing - if you like the long lanky type - and Ethan seemed very amiable.
Sam agreed saying she thought he was quite attractive, rather handsome, with a charming British accent, and not terribly uptight - for a Brit. I'm not sure if she noticed Ethan checking her out several times during dinner.
