We had been married for eight years. My wife Shelly was just as beautiful, if not more, as the day I first met her. Her long blonde hair almost reaches the small of her back. I help her brush it at times and I am always amazed at how silky soft it is. Her tight, toned, and firm body always turns me on too.
Our sex life, while not wild and unusual, was good. We had sex about every day unless one of us was sick. She had many times sucked me until I almost came in her mouth, but usually, if it went past my being able to stop, she would pull away and use her hand to jack me off.
She had in the past swallowed my cum on occasion, but really didn’t care to. We often tried new positions, sometimes getting very athletic at times. She really loved to have me take her doggie-style, especially when I would finger her tight little bottom at the same time.
Once we started to try anal sex, but it hurt her too much. She told me that anal sex would probably never happen for us because it was too painful. Not even with her love for me. I loved the tightness and feeling of heat there while fingering her. I often pushed for anal sex, but she had so far said no way to that.
We openly talked about fantasies, which, when we were first married we didn’t. Over the years we had gotten more trusting of each other and then to jazz up the sex life we began to talk about our sexual fantasies.
When we could we would act them out, and while not always great, they were good. At one time or another we had talked about others joining in with us but those fantasies we never acted on. I think we didn’t because we were both afraid deep down that the other might like the third partner more than us.
Just after our eighth anniversary I took Shelly out for dinner. It was a Friday night and we went to an upscale restaurant. Shelly dressed to kill, her choice of cloths enhancing her very hot body. I could see men staring at her as she would walk by them.
She had no bra on, so her breasts swayed a bit as she walked. Her toned and seductive ass invited one to reach out and touch her. I was right behind her and knew that if I hadn’t been she would have been groped several times on our walk to our table.
She had braided her hair into one long pony tail and it had some colorful ribbons laced in it. I could see that it was touching her back almost slipping into her dress at one point. Her body was totally exposed except for where the shoulder straps held the scanty little material that made up the sides covered her ribs.
The cut in front and back dropped as low on her as I had ever seen. I could see her belly button in front and her tailbone in back. When I had put my hand on her back walking into the restaurant, I had discovered that she had no panties on too. This knowledge gave me an instant erection.
To my memory, she had never gone without panties and rarely without a bra. To know that all she had on was the black cloth of her scanty dress almost drove me to taking her right back to the car to fuck her right then and there.
We ate, and as we waited for the waiter to bring the check, Shelly sat back in her seat. Secluded as we were in the back of the place, she began to tease me. Her bare foot ran up my leg and began to press against my crotch. She put her arms out on the bench seat’s back and spread them wide. This pose coupled with the deep cut to her dress caused her nipples to just begin to show.
My erection was quickly becoming painful and I was looking desperately for the waiter. I want to get the check, pay it and get the hell out of there so I could get Shelly somewhere where we could really play.
Suddenly a voice came over my shoulder. A stranger had walked up behind me and stepped around the post next to where I was sitting, seeing my wife’s very enticing pose. He whistled and in a soft drawl complimented her.
‘Honey, you have the greatest breasts I have ever ‘almost’ seen. You’re nipples look good enough to eat. I’ll bet you that your man here is one lucky son of a gun.’
Shelly blushed and pulled her arms in to cover her chest up. I smiled and just shook my head in agreement to his observation. He glanced at me and evidently took my smile as permission to say more.
‘Oh honey, don’t do that. Don’t cover up those beauties. You need to show them to the world ‘cause they’re something to be real proud of. What are they? I’d guess 36 D’s plus a little bit. Am I right?’
I was a bit surprised at his forwardness, and amazed at his accuracy of size guessing. He hit her breast size on the head. Shelly was a 36 D, edging toward a double-D cup. She usually wore a bra because her nipples, while small in diameter, stuck out like little poles.
She had mentioned once that if she didn’t wear a bra they would stick out hard from the stimulation of cloth rubbing on them. I had measured them once and when hard they were just over three quarters of an inch long.
Shelly was red faced now. Her blush had traveled down to almost reach those breast’s she was futilely trying to hide. The man had stepped up closer and stood between us, me on his left and her on his right.
He was about six foot tall, slender yet broad shoulders. His stomach looked like it was flat under his shirt and he looked to be in shape. He looked at me and winked before apologizing for being rude.
‘Hey, I am sorry little lady. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You have the finest set of . . . breasts I have seen in a long time and I couldn’t help myself. I am apologizing to you too buddy. I can tell that you must be husband and wife . . . the rings and all. If she were my wife I don’t think I would let her out of the house. Nope. I’d keep her inside away from any other men for sure.’
‘I’m not embarrassed. I was just showing my husband what he was getting later and didn’t mean to show anyone else. I’m just surprised that’s all. You caught me off guard.’
‘Ma’am, you caught me off guard for sure. I usually don’t make comments like I just did unless I am very surprised. You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Honest.’
My wife looked across the table at me with a look of lust and pleasure. I looked up at him then back at her. I had an idea suddenly and I was debating if I should or shouldn’t attempt to put it into action.
‘Hey, would you like a drink? My wife and I were just done and waiting for the check. I think there is a nice bar right around the corner. On me.’
“Well, that sure would be great. Does that bar have a dance floor too?’
‘Um, yes I think they do. We will pay the check and be right along directly. It’s about half way down the street on your left. Can’t miss it.’
‘I’ll be waiting. I hope that you will give me a dance little lady. That would make my whole day for sure. To have such a beauty in my arms if only for a minute.’
My wife was stammering trying to catch my eye. I didn’t look at her thinking that I had to do some fast talking now to convince her to go to the bar with me and have that dance with this stranger.
He left us, heading right out the door. Shelly looked at me like I had grown a second head or something.
‘James, what are you doing? Inviting him to have a drink with us. We don’t usually go to a bar and have a drink. Have you lost your mind? After he more than obviously told us he likes my breasts you invite him for a drink? We don’t even know his name for crying out loud.’
‘Shelly, calm down. It’s just a drink and a dance. It doesn’t have to be anything other than that if you don’t want it to be.’
‘What are you saying James? You’re not . . . You are not thinking . . . James! Surely you are not thinking of this going anywhere else are you?’
‘Shelly, please, it’s just a drink with a good-looking man who is interested in you. I am not saying that you have to do anything. I was just thinking . . . well . . . if you were to want to . . . you know . . . that I wouldn’t . . .’
‘JAMES! You can’t be serious. We don’t even know this man. While he may be quite good-looking, I don’t know him at all. He could be a serial killer or rapist for all we know. Oh God, I can’t believe that you would suggest that . . .’
‘Hey hey hey, wait a minute. I am suggesting only that we go have a drink or two with him, get to know him a bit. You can dance with him once or twice. Then, maybe, if you feel good about it . . . as long as I am there the whole time and everything. I mean, we have talked about this in the past. I guess I am willing to let you try out someone else just to see if . . .’
‘I love you. I don’t need anyone else James. You are all I need and more.’
‘This guy is pretty hot looking Shelly. I could see that you looked him over pretty well even while you were so embarrassed. I think that you would look so hot on top of him. As long as you didn’t fall for him or something like that . . . I mean . . . as long as you still loved me afterwards, and stayed with me, well, to tell you the truth I would love to see you with another man.’
She was looking at me with an incredulous ‘I can’t believe you are asking me to do this’ look. I smiled and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes I tried my last shot at a fantasy we had both thought and talked about.
‘Look, you are my wife and I love you so much that to lose you would kill me. I also love you so much that I would let you be with another man especially if it enhanced our love life too. I would love to see you in his arms, naked. I will still love you afterwards and I won’t think anything of you other than you are my lover, my wife and my best friend. You don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to or if it doesn’t feel right to you. I would like you to at least give it some thought. If you decide not to, we have a drink and a dance. If you decide to try it, we all go together to a motel and try something new and maybe sexually enlightening.’
‘You won’t think I am a slut or a whore if I should do something with this guy?’
‘No, of course not.’
‘You won’t get mad or jealous and do something stupid in the middle of something if, and that is a very big if, I were to let him have me?’
‘I promise that if I get jealous or upset for any reason, I will go in the bathroom and wait it out until you are done. If you should do something.’
