Shiela is my wife. We are Indian. She is 5'8" tall and is the lovely color that Indian women have. As some one once told me she has the complexion of an Ethiopian or Somali woman. She has a similar figure. Perky 34 C breasts and a lovely, rounded athletic behind, long legs and a slim waist. She works out and so despite being a mother still turns heads, to use a clichΓ©.
The story below is a variation on one we have fantasized about for many years. When I whisper it to her while making love, we have outrageously great sex and she cums multiple times.
Shiela likes dark men. Think either Sri Lanka or Kerala. Tall and well endowed. The story always requires me to be there, as a participant to begin with. She likes me to begin with me and another man or us with another couple. It doesn't really matter because as the story develops its about her and the man. Though she prefers the former i.e. her with the two of us. The favorite location is generally a beach resort.
She generally dresses pretty conservatively in day - to - day life and when on the beach in real life wears a conservative one - piece bathing suit. This is a first attempt so here goes!
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After a long time we are on a holiday on our own without the kids and are flying to Sri Lanka and its beautiful beaches. We are booked into a beautiful resort that has secluded cottages right be the shore so that you have walk but a few yards to get to the beach. Its pretty exclusive and so, not many people.
Since we are on our own after while on a holiday I have convinced her to buy a swimsuit more daring than she has ever worn before. It was important to her that I pick it out. It is cut really high on the leg, the front a deep v that just covers her breasts and meets just below her navel and thong like round the back. It's a pale yellow and the material thin and when wet her nipples are tantalizingly dark shadows. Nothing however stops them making their presence felt when she steps out of the water when there is a relative nip to the sea breeze.
We have been at this resort for a bit and are due to leave in a couple of days when the cottage next ours, which has been empty so far, gets an occupant. We meet the gentleman staying there the next day on the beach.
He is Sri Lankan and tall, taller than she is and our age. He is well built in the manner of someone who exercises regularly. Over the course of the morning I get to talking with him over a couple of beers at the beach bar as one does on holidays. I find we he has been to University in the UK as have I and we connect as you do with people with similar backgrounds. His name is Sanga.
After a bit I see Shiela who has been reading under a thatched umbrella walks down to the waterline to cool off. Shiela has a natural swing to her hips when she walks. With the thong like behind to the costume her tight but full buttocks swaying are an enticing sight.
I can see that my new acquaintance is watching admiringly when she turns around and waves at me. I waved back and explained that she was my wife.
Now ordinarily in that part of the world commenting on a spouse is a no but give the shared vaguely Anglicized background we share my new friend tells me I am a lucky man and I thank him and we both continue to watch.
After a bit Shiela comes out and joins and I introduce her to Sanga who is flirtatiously charming with his eyes straying to her now prominent nipples. Shiela is, I see, flattered and quite happy to be admired.