Shock and awe. That term has been in the news lately but I have now experienced it first hand. It was the night I first had sex with someone who was not my wife and the first time my wife had sex with someone who was not her husband.
Firstly, I will say that I am a tad under six feet tall, wiry framed, with blue eyes and blond, usually short hair. My wife is five foot five with black, usually shoulder length hair and green eyes. She is small busted but they pack a powerful sex appeal in their small size. Both of us are a tad over weight but it shows more on my middle.
Now that you know what we look like, back to the story. It was a bowling night. We often went bowling, and actually still do, with two other couples for fun. Usually we got together for bowling at least once a month, but sometimes we have barbecues together, and once or twice we had even gone on a vacation together. The wives go shopping together every couple of months and the husbands go fishing together now and again.
That night we were the only ones in the bowling alley. It was in between leagues and the alley was being fixed up. Half of the lanes were closed down so many of the regulars went elsewhere during the repairs. It was just us and one attendant. Toward the end of the second game my world turned upside down, sexually speaking anyway. The attendant had gone to a back room for supplies or some such and I sat at a table, trying to figure out how each person was doing compared with how they usually bowled.
Su, who is five-eight and a little on the stocky side came up to me to ask a question. I said stocky but she is very feminine and is easy on the eyes. She has brown hair, very short at that time. Su is Billy s wife and has nice sized breasts. Even at forty she is still beauty contest material. I had lusted after her for most of the five years we had known each other. I kept it under check though since I knew what Betty, my wife would say. Of the three wives Su wore the sexist clothes. She seemed to like to show off her figure. Betty would sometimes comment on it. I should add here that by saying how sexy and beautiful Su was I am not putting down Betty in any way. Betty's figure is still good even after forty-two years and two children. Her breasts are smaller but I still crave looking at them, feeling them and sucking on them.
As I was saying Su came over and leaned against the top of the table. She had been wearing an outfit Brittany Spears or Cher would love. I think it was her most revealing one ever. Very short tight cut-offs, just the way I like them, and a tight, low-cut something. It wasn't a halter or tube top, but some type of wrap-around I had seen Brittany wear on TV once.
I had been watching Su the whole evening. I had been trying not to be too obvious with my staring which had cost me a couple of good glances at her. Especially as she bent over to pick up a ball or when she bowled. Her posture while bowling made the shorts get even tighter and sometimes caused one pant leg to move up. Once I saw the edge of her light yellow panties. As she leaned over the table I could see right down her top. It didn't take me long to notice either. I thought my wife had noticed my looks and would probably say something later.
As I've said, Su has larger breasts. Again I am not putting down my wife by comparing their bosoms. Betty s have a very good shape and I enjoy making love to them, sometimes just the sight of them can turn me on so much. Su s though were at least twice the size, not huge but definitely big. And in her position I could look all I wanted as long as she was bent over like that. No one would notice with my face down, but my eyes up. Even if they did notice, it wouldn't look that strange since I had to look up in order to talk to her.
A few seconds later I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. I hadn't noticed that before. The wrap-around must conceal more then I thought. She spent five minutes leaning over like that asking questions and making comments. I was in heaven. I managed to take my turn bowling but threw a gutter ball. My mind was not on my bowling! When I sat back down she was still there. Three quarters of the way through that five minutes she stood up and I thought the show was over but she just said something to someone and then leaned back down. This time she was closer to me and in a slightly different position. I glanced up and froze for a second. I could see her nipples now. That had never happened before. I tried to look her in the eye but at the same time down her front. I think she noticed but she didn't say anything, nor did she move.
All too soon I noticed something that caused me to panic momentarily. My turn at bowling was coming up and I had a hard-on that would be quite obvious. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to picture scenes that would turn me off. I even turned around and pretended to be trying to find a better ball, after all I had had three bad turns, all the while picturing things in my mind that would cause me to die down. I pictured my wife being angry, or a scene from a slasher movie. Those were not my type of movies but I had recently seen a scene from one with body parts hanging around and blood dripping all over the place.
I finally took my turn after being called twice. My panic about being seen was probably what caused me to go down, so there was nothing to notice as I went to the lane. I was determined to look like I was concentrating on my game so I did my hardest to bowl well. I surprised myself and the others, I think, by getting a strike. I stood there thinking "wow, how did I do that?" I went back to my little table but Su had left. I wasn't sure if that disappointed me or not as I usually didn't like lusting that deeply after another woman. Looking, yes, for sure, but actually getting a hard on, well that was going beyond the norm. Especially a hard on for a friend while my wife was nearby. That was courting trouble.
Anyway soon we finished the game and were deciding whether to play another or not. The attendant had come back, made sure everything was OK, looked at Su extra long, then left again. Actually, I noticed he looked at each of the woman. Betty was wearing what was for her a revealing outfit. I had commented on it as we left, she was happy I noticed, but said that she would have to live with it since there was nothing else clean. I wondered about that for a moment or two.
When I said revealing for her I meant it. She is very shy and wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like Su was wearing, even for me around the house. Sometimes she would wear one of a couple of very sexy revealing nighties for me. I liked them, but she would only wear them when she was horny enough. The first day she modeled one for me somebody knocked on the door and she hid in a closet until he went away.
The third woman in our group, Diane, was also wearing what was for her a skimpy outfit. She has a medium size bosom with larger nipples that sometimes show through her clothes. She is the skinniest of the three girls, almost too skinny for my tastes. She is very athletic and it shows, with her muscular but nice looking legs. Diane has strawberry blond hair that keeps changing lengths every couple of months. That night it was somewhere in between Sue s and Betty s.
Right after the attendant left again Su came up to me and chatted for a moment. She then surprised me by putting her pretty head next to mine, saying softly, "I saw you looking at my breasts."
I blushed and stammered in an equally soft voice, thinking I was in big trouble. "I m s..sorry about that."
"Don't be. I am a bit of an exhibitionist, as I am sure you know. I don't mind men looking at my bosom."
"Yeah, I've noticed you like showing off."
She then surprised the heck out of me by saying, "Since you like looking at part of them would you like to see all of them?"
I stood still for the moment, wondering if she said what I thought she said, and how to react if she did. I finally asked her to repeat herself, claiming I hadn't heard her the first time.
She said, "You heard me right, would you like to see my naked breasts?"
I gaped at her and almost turned to look at Betty, but Su quickly spoke up. "I know you have lusted after me for these years, I have lusted after you at times also. Tonight is the time to consummate that lust."
She said it in a husky sexy voice and my dick stirred again as my jaw dropped. I just stared at her, not believing what my ears had heard. I stammered something but I have no idea what I tried to say. I cleared my voice and tried again, "I'm not that type of man, I-I have lusted after you but I don't go th-that far." I cleared my throat again and said, "And what would Betty think?"
About that time I realized she hadn't been whispering when she said it, everyone could hear her. I thought at the time that was why everyone else had stopped talking - they were as amazed as I. However, Su surprised me again by pointing to my wife, and saying, "why don't you ask her, but I don't think she will mind."
My head followed her arm around and as I saw my wife I received the biggest shock of my life. My shy, virginal wife was standing there with Allen, Diane s husband and the handsomest man among us. He was tall at about six foot six, with broad shoulders and the whole bit. He was standing behind my wife. I mean right behind her. He was touching her and his arms were reaching around her, cupping her breasts. She was smiling and was obviously did not mind where his hands were.
My jaw dropped even further and I blinked twice and froze. It was such an incredible sight that my mind blew a fuse. Obviously after two children and ten years of a great sex life my wife was not a virgin, but she had been on our honeymoon as had I. And her usual shyness often made me think of her as virginal. In a good way, that is.
I m not sure how long I was frozen but finally Su grabbed my hand to turn me around. I wouldn't let her at first, but Betty smiled again and nodded encouragingly. Allen moved in even closer and started squeezing both of my wife s breasts and even humped slightly against her. I think that last movement was involuntary, just a reaction to squeezing her sexy breasts. I swear that the only thing I could think of to say was, "who are you and what have you done with my wife?" I didn't say it, but boy did I want to.
Seconds later we heard the attendant come out of the storeroom again. As she heard him, Betty automatically stepped forward and out of Allen's arms. That movement reassured me that she really was my wife and that I hadn't flipped out, nor was I on an episode of the Twilight Zone.
Su stepped up again and I turned to her. I still probably had a dumbfounded look on my face, even though I had managed to close my mouth after Betty had moved away from Allen. Su said, again in a soft voice only those of us by the lanes could hear, "You are coming home with me tonight. I get to enjoy you and you will get to enjoy me and my body. Just think of seeing my breasts, my butt, yes I know you were watching it tonight, completely naked. You can lick my body and do what you have been dreaming of for five solid years."
