I am Italian, so if I say things differently than you say them, forgive me and enjoy the story anyway.
This story was edited and co-authored by simaddict.
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One night my young wife Paula and I were making love in our bedroom; she was being very coy and seemed more turned on than usual. She proposed a sort of riddle game, with a lot of 'what if?' questions, like she was testing me to see when I could be jealous. Her first question was rather mild, "what if a guy made a pass at her?"
"Well, Paula, that would be no surprise," I replied. "In fact, it would be normal because you are a very pretty girl. It's not your fault you look so sexy going around trying to get work."
She said, "I love you," and played with my cock stroking and kissing it. When I was hard she smiled and said to my cock, "You cute little fellow, what if I considered dating another guy? Would you be jealous?"
I became a bit curious about the game. She never played around like that before, and I knew she hasn't dated another guy since we've been married, or hasn't yet dated another guy.
"Do you have an interest in dating other guys?" I was very surprised.
"No, I am not interested really," she answered, but didn't sound very convincing. "What if we had a threesome and brought another person into our bed for me to play with? Would you become jealous then?"
I looked at her in disbelief as we had never discussed such a thing nor even fantasized about doing something like that. A threesome? I was not upset but very surprised indeed.
"What is this, Paula, do you want to have a threesome?"
"Oh no, dear, not exactly, but I went to Blanche's this afternoon and we talked about sex."
Blanche was our middle aged neighbor. She is a tall woman with ample breasts and a nice wide arse, and always dresses well. My surprise went even bigger as she was a very formal and reserved widow. I couldn't picture her sitting and talking about sex.
"Have you talked about sex with Blanche?"
Paula confirmed it. That afternoon Blanche posed several questions about our sexual life. I asked what questions. My elusive wife answered "bagatelles," and started to tell everything.
Let me introduce the story now.
At the time, Paula and I were married for fifteen months, and we lived as the happiest of couples in a nice cottage, something like a cosy love nest on the hill with a great view on the bay. It belonged to Paula's mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town.
Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save Paula's mom or elder sister, paid us the occasional visit during the week. Blanche was our closest neighbor. Paula, who was raised shy and reserved by her Catholic mom, was a very pretty girl with the natural elegance of a tall and limber osier: deep velvety eyes and a sweet, gregarious and obedient character. By the way she was 23 years old and I was 28.
I was absolutely in love with her and worked hard to make good money to spoil her. Being inexperienced about worldly affairs, Paula had also a hidden and suppressed attraction to sex. To complete the picture I must add that we fucked like rabbits in the bliss of solitude being in need of nothing else than love and tenderness there. On our wedding night, which we spent there, Paula was extremely shy and bashful about sex and cried the first time we made love. Well, she was a virgin, but after that, she began to like sex so much, she began to wear me out. I could barely keep up with her.
One year or so after our marriage a person moved in the empty villa next to our cottage. Furniture movers relocated a truck full of furniture into the great house: antiques in a large quantity as well as books in great numbers, fine arts objects and a magnificent grand piano. At last the owner arrived.
She was a very elegant lady in her late forties or early fifties. Paula and I were rather curious about this tall, glamorous blonde woman living alone in such a lovely house.
For quite a while we rarely caught sight of her and only heard music from the piano, but once she spotted Paula feeding our cats. The lady also loved cats so she approached Paula and they made small talk.
Our neighbor's name was Blanche, fifty-one years old. A former classical pianist, she apologized for her very frequent piano playing. She was a widow without a family. Her brother lived in another state and she has no other family. They talked for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and Blanche demonstrated a favorable state of mind, becoming very interested in us, a still newlywed couple. She continually paid Paula sincere compliments on her pretty looks and she was sure that we were happy living in our love nest. She could probably hear Paula's moans of ecstasy when making love as well as we could hear her piano playing because the villa's windows were always wide open.
Later Paula introduced me to our neighbor and we became very well acquainted. One evening she invited us to have dinner at her place. Blanche was a perfect hostess, we had a great time, and we returned the invitation a week later; our great friendship had a start like this.
Paula was still unemployed and had a lot of time to spend with Blanche. Our neighbor had good talking points and carried on very interesting conversations. Step by step she became a sort of charismatic leader for my wife. They talked about Blanche's experience as a pianist or about her dead husband and the end of her married life.
With her husband she lived abroad many years, visiting exotic countries as Japan and Java, and she had always something brilliant to tell. Such scented, idle but spicy talks turned to confidence in the new born friendship which lay between Paula and Blanche. Every so often Blanche demonstrated an interest in our private life, posing Paula a few casual questions and among many things sex made also its appearance.
One particular afternoon Blanche seemed to be interested more than usual in our private life and posed Paula one question after another about our activity in the bedroom. She wanted to know how frequently we made love, (she no doubt could hear the calls of ecstasy from Paula's orgasms) if we favored a particular position rather than others, if we experimented in sex with fantasies involving other people and so on. Her questions never had been so explicit and she made even an enquiry about my dick size. Half blushing, half in amusement my wife answered all questions and admitted we had frequent sex. Yes, she sucked on my cock, yes, I licked her pussy, yes, usually we made love three times a week and twice on Sunday maybe, but no anal, no fantasies and no experimentations. And my cock was not so big. (Paula told me all this.)
Blanche smiled at this last sentence from my wife.
"I know, Paula, you and your husband have frequent sex, as every newlywed couple does, but your lovemaking is lacking fantasy and kinkiness."
"What do you mean, Blanche?" asked Paula.
"You'll find out, dear," Blanche said again stirring a lot more of my wife's curiosity.
"May I do something different with Andrew (me) to improve our sexual life?" asked Paula.
Blanche had to giggle.
"Try a little role play, test his jealousy. Ask him what if you fool around a bit, then suggest he act like another guy fucking you, and let's see what happens," she sentenced. "Do you like the idea?"
Paula nodded and asked Blanche if she had ever tried something similar with her husband.
"Now I have a monastic existence playing the piano, feeding cats and sowing seeds, but my life was quite different once," Blanche answered.
She confessed to have had an agreement with her husband. He was a permissive, older gentleman with the secret habit of watching his wife with other men, and Blanche had lovers during the marriage. She called them "trusted friends." Her behavior as a married woman was absolutely lustful, and very interesting, but unfortunately her husband got sick and passed away, dissolving such a lifestyle into grief. She was deeply in love with him, so much that as soon as she widowed, Blanche remained in her marital house to keep her husband's memory alive.