"No I have not!" she laughed, a little nervously. She watched his eyes move down her face, and across her breasts.
"We'd be good together, Ang" he whispered. "I want you," and then leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to hers. Despite herself, Angie responded immediately, running her hand over the back of his head and pulling him into her. He quickly undid her buttons then slowly he moved his hand down her body and found the hem of her dress. Without hesitating, she placed her hand over his, encouraging him to move it up her thigh as his tongue moved across her own. This was heavenly! Angie reached down to where she could feel him hardening against her thigh, and started to unzip him. His hand found her panties and was starting to gently fondle her there. She felt so wet, and moved her hips, pushing against his hand. She could smell her wetness, and opened her legs to his touch. Her hand was now stroking him through his boxers, and she reached inside them, feeling his heavy, hard cock for the first time. They continued to kiss as she gripped and stroked him in her hand. Well, it was certainly more than just a rumour - Andy was huge! Angie wasn't the most experienced of girls, but she's been with enough guys to know that Andy was different.
Andy breathed hotly into her ear,
"Suck me, Ang! Please - suck me!" Suddenly oblivious to everything else, Angie wanted this more than anything. She felt giddy and wild, and yet strangely focussed. Although sheltered by some shrubs, they might still have been seen, but she didn't care. Right then, she wanted to drop to her knees and taste him; feel him in her mouth....
"Ang! Andy?!" It was Annie. "We're going - you two coming?" Angie just about had time to straighten herself up and do up her dress before Annie stood in front of them. She eyed the pair with a grin. "You both okay?"
"Yeah, course. Come on."
Angie smiled at the photo. They'd never taken it any further than that. She'd wanted to - really wanted to - but the sensible side of her always kicked in and told her it would all come to no good. Andy had pursued her for a while, but she'd laughed the evening off, saying it 'was the drink talking.'
Now, fifty and happily married, she'd often wondered how things might have turned out. They'd doubtlessly have gone their separate ways, but if she'd known then what she knew now, she would have played it out very differently. Angie smiled to herself. Andy would've been one to have a lot of fun with! Thinking about that night again still made her tingle. The way he'd looked at her, held her, touched her, his size... Nobody before or since had made her feel the same urgency. She slipped her index finger inside her panties, still sitting on the couch whilst she once more lived out her fantasy in her head. The ending to the story. But now she was about to make it happen. Angie grew hot and breathless as she rubbed herself more vigorously, thinking about her plan. Would David believe she'd done this? She imagined her husband's excitement as she told him what she'd done. Her movements became faster and wilder. As she juddered to orgasm, Angie breathed, "Andy! Fuck me, Andy! That's it, baby!" She collapsed, breathless on the couch. She picked up her mobile and dialled. "David? Get home now, baby."
She heard David's car pull up and adjusted herself. She was by now naked, wearing just his favourite pair of hot pink high heels, and she sat with her legs crossed on the couch, glass of wine in her hand.
"Hey, darling!" David stood in the doorway, handsome in his well-cut suit. He was an attractive man who, at fifty, still commanded much female admiration. His eyes took in his wife's beautiful, curvy body. Even after nearly thirty years, he was still mesmerised by her beauty; her sweet, sexy smile, her voluptuous HH breasts, her fleshy thighs... He drank in her image as he walked over to her. Angie stood, enjoying his rapt attention. He held her to him, running his hands over her rounded, womanly ass and pulling her against him, kissed her long and hard. She gently slipped her fingertips between his lips, letting him taste her sweet juice. "Ah, so you've been a naughty girl! Is this the urgency to get me home? My wife wants to be fucked, is that it?" How she loved it when David reacted like this. She couldn't wait to let him in on her surprise.
"Well yes, baby. But I've got something to tell you too." Sensually, she slipped off his tie, stringing it around her neck whilst sitting him down on the couch, straddling his lap. Instinctively, he started to stroke her open, wet pussy.
"So tell me..." he smiled. She was so wet, he knew this was going to be good. She leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear, enjoying the sensation of his clothing against her nakedness. He felt so strong, so masculine. Angie writhed as he ran his hand over her body whilst continuing to gently finger her. "..what have you got to tell me, my wicked, naughty girl?"
"Remember Andy? The guy we met at that school reunion?"
David smiled. He remembered Andy very well. He'd noticed the way this confident, handsome man had looked at his wife, and how flirtatiously she had responded to him. He'd seen the glances that had passed between them, and was so aware of his wife's behaviour that he had even known that the holiday, when discussed by a small group of people, was somehow secretly significant to the two of them alone. David had been very aroused watching Andy eyeing his wife whenever she crossed the room. He saw how the other man had stood slightly too closely to her during conversation, and had even seen him wink at her a couple of times, and her clear enjoyment of his attention. David had made polite conversation with people at the bar, positioning himself so that he could watch the pair chatting and laughing. He loved seeing Angie totally absorbed by Andy, touching his arm and flirtatiously twirling her hair whilst she listened to him with rapt attention. He knew his wife well, and could see that this man was really pushing the right buttons with her and she was relishing every second.
David was a very self-assured man not given to jealousy Their marriage was strong, and they shared their most intimate thoughts and fantasies very openly with one another. He was intrigued to find out more about Andy.
Driving home that night, David teased Angie. "So, good night, eh?"
"Yeah, fab! It was so great to see everyone!" He slid his hand over his wife's thigh, pushing up the hem of her dress.
"Especially that Andy guy, eh? And wasn't he pleased to see you, too?!" Angie stared ahead, smiling.
"Maybe."
"So are you gonna let me in to the back story with Andy?"
Angie smiled.
"He was a nearly" she said. "A near fuck. Nothing else."
David took her hand and placed it in his lap, where she could feel how hard he had become. "Oh, now you know you can't leave it there, babe," David whispered. "Tell me everything."
Angie poured out the whole story, confessing that she'd always wondered about what might have been had Annie not interrupted them that night. Most of all, David loved hearing Angie's curiosity about Andy's size. By the time they arrived home, Angie and David were both desperate to have each other.
After they'd made love, Angie lay on David's chest. "So close and yet so far. He still wants you, Darling. He still wants my wife. And I think she wants him too. I think we should make sure you both get what you want, don't you?"
Angie loved this. She was delighted that David was as excited be taking this further as she was and she didn't need any more encouragement as she started her plan....
..."and so I thought, y'know, David wants me to do this as much as I want to do it, soooo...." Angie was smiling wickedly as she spoke, enjoying the effect she was having on her husband as she recounted the reunion and their conversations which had led to this moment.
David loved that she'd brought him home early for this. He was loving every second as Angie detailed it for him, and he loved how turned on she was. Still straddling her husband's lap, her head thrown back in ecstasy, Angie started to climax. "Yes baby! Yes! I'm going to fuck Andy! Yes!" David couldn't take it any more. Pulling her down on him, he fucked his beautiful wife hard whilst she bounced up and down on his length, her huge breasts pushing into his face. As David climaxed, he pictured his wife enjoying sex with her attractive, masculine schoolfriend. God, she was wonderful! He wanted this to happen so badly.
As they recovered, Angie lay in her husband's arms and finished telling David what she had planned. How since the reunion she had been texting Andy about meeting up. How flattered he was when she said how much she'd enjoyed seeing him. How when she'd asked about seeing him again alone, he'd been concerned about what her husband might think. Angie had made it very clear that this was something she wanted to do and her husband fully supported it; in fact, he had encouraged it! Angie hadn't been covert about her intentions - she had been clear about what she wanted to happen, and Andy (always someone who loved to have his ego massaged!) had seemed all too keen. She had some more surprises planned too, but she was going to save those for later.
Andy lived at the other end of the country, so had booked dinner and an overnight stay in a luxurious hotel close to Angie and David's home. As the date drew closer, Angie became more and more excited, anticipating what was to come. Each night she and David made love, discussing in detail what the special evening might bring. The sex was more fantastic than ever as they painted graphic mental images for one another.
