I'm a blonde haired, brown eyed mother of two, at five foot seven, with a 36D-24-38 figure that I work on daily, through walking, yoga, and zumba classes three mornings a week.
I'm also married to a wonderful husband who is six-two, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, who keeps himself in top shape, lifting weights, running, swimming, and does yoga with me.
Our jobs and teenage children keep us on the go, but we always make time for special nights at least twice a week.
Several years ago we discussed and agreed to having an open marriage, and exploring our sexual boundaries, and fantasies.
His job as a Supervisor with a nearby law enforcement agency, with rotating shifts left both us opportunities to take advantage of our open relationship, whenever we chose to.
One of my husband's former co-workers, Brian, a slender, bald headed, blue eyed younger guy was always at our house on a lake in the upstate of South Carolina.
Brian was a single father of three, and had taken a job with another department where he had more time to be home with his children.
From the first day we met Brian was extremely flirtatious, leaving no doubt that he wanted to get me in bed. Constantly referring to me as a milf, and basically talking about how much fun we could have if we were ever alone.
I was flattered that he paid so much attention to me, doing nothing to dissuade him, even encouraging him at times during cookouts or parties my husband and I held at our home, when I knew we weren't being noticed.
I also started teasing Brian, by leaning against him, squeezing his butt cheeks, or
bending over in front of him, giving him a peek down my blouse.
My husband was fully aware of what was taking place saying that I was scared, and Brian was glad of it. That Brian and I were all talk and no action. He even told me that Brian had seen some of the pictures of me on his phone.
No nude photos, but ones he had of me in my bra and thong, and also of me in the bed with nothing but my thong as I covered my breasts with my hands.
I was a little surprised he had let Brian see them, but Brian had seen me in my swimsuits many times at the lake, a few of which left little to the imagination.
The teasing and flirting continued, until one evening as my husband manned the grill while all the children played in the yard. I had taken a few shots of tequila, and was feeling the effects, as I got the plates, cups, and everything else ready to take out to the picnic table.
Brian came inside, asking if I needed help with anything, and commented that I looked very sexy in my shorts and tank top.
My husband's words about all talk and no action came to mind, so I decided then and there I would test his theory about Brian and myself.
Brian was at the sink washing his hands looking out the window, watching the children playing, I walked up behind him wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breasts into his back as my hands slid over his abdomen, letting them come to rest at the button of his shorts, my thumbs inside the waist band as my hands and fingers caressed his lower abdomen just above his cock.
Brian didn't move except to turn the water off and dry his hands, saying he was going to need a cold shower if I didn't stop.
I released him, stepped back, turned back to the center island and started gathering the items to take outside.
As I did Brian stepped up behind me, his arms wrapped around me, pressing himself against me as he leaned over kissing the side of my neck, his hands squeezed my breasts his erect cock against my lower back. Brian whispered that he didn't want me to stop, but we needed more privacy than our current situation allowed.
When I told him I knew that, but I was really tired of the flirting and teasing, that my husband was always telling me we were both scared to go any further, Brian told me my husband picked on him the very same way, and that he intended to prove him wrong, just not at the moment.
We both got ourselves together and the rest of the night was awesome, good food, fun times, as it always was, but my thoughts of what had occurred filled me with lust and temptation.
After supper I told my husband our favorite local band would be playing at a bar over the weekend, and we should go to "Sports Break" a popular bar which we frequently went to, my husband readily agreed and said Brian should join us, I agreed with him, telling Brian we'd have a great time, and we all needed a night for adults to relax and enjoy, Brian smiled and accepted the invitation to join us.
Later that night after a marathon love making session with my husband, I told him about what had taken place between Brian and I earlier, this was one of our rules in our open marriage, that we kept no secrets from each other, sharing every detail of our dalliances with other's, also e that Brian and I were going to have sex, whenever we had the chance if he agreed.
My husband smiled and said it was my choice, and that he was surprised it had taken as long as it did for me to come to this decision and that he wouldn't stand in the way, but that it was probably best if Brian didn't know anything about our open relationship, at least for the time being.
The rest of the week flew by, and on Saturday, while my husband dropped our children off at his parents house, I picked out three outfits for the night, bathed, fixed my hair and makeup and put on a black g-string, with a low cut push up lace bra.
When my husband got home, he was very pleased and pointed to the thigh length blue jean skirt and thin black satin wrap around blouse, laid out on the bed saying that would have him walking around with a perpetual hard on all night, and Brian wouldn't be able to control himself either.
My husband had showered and was shaving when Brian arrived, so I answered the door, and invited him in, telling him it would be a few minutes, but I was going to have a shot of tequila before we left asking Brian to join me in the kitchen while we waited.
