Life's busy and it's been a while since I posted a story. I've branched out from my previous themes for this.
PLEASE NOTE: as with many of my stories, this has a slow build up. This chapter simply sets the scene for what follows. It's an approach that helps me to get into the various characters and to develop the story, and I enjoy the detail and tension. You may not, but at least you know what to expect. The second chapter will follow very soon...
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Neither Raymond nor Ruth spoke to each other about the evening that lay ahead, each preoccupied, and each fearing to voice concerns or doubts lest the other feeling pressured into calling off the whole sordid but exciting thing.
It had started off as light-hearted banter about each other's fantasies, and had gradually become more serious as each began to open up and sound out the other. They had in fact explored, and enjoyed, a few role-play scenarios, and, having been married for twenty-two years, and now in their early fifties, they had enjoyed the variety and novelty that these brought to their sex lives. They'd never tried - or considered - swinging. Each feared that it might get out of control and go beyond a sexual activity and into jealousy, infidelity, and a marital breakdown.
After some time, and again light-heartedly initially, Ruth had admitted to fantasising about having sex with another man, but openly, with Raymond's approval, and perhaps even in his presence. He was shocked at first, but after some thought had found the idea appealing. They'd agreed certain rules and pledged to adhere to them. And, with some trepidation and excitement, they had finally begun to put out some feelers. The internet made this so much easier than it once would have been, of course.
They had contacted a few potential candidates and Lee was the first whom they wanted to meet. He readily admitted to having a "thing" about older women, especially about older, married women, and at twenty-six years old, he ticked their boxes for a younger man. They had arranged to meet in a pub roughly twenty miles from their home town, and a little further from his. Raymond owned a house renovation business, buying up neglected houses to renovate and re-sell. If all went to plan - and especially for their first meeting - they could bring Lee back to a house that was almost ready to sell. It would be a safeguard, and more discreet than bringing the stranger back to their own home.
By seven o'clock on the fateful evening, they started to get ready. Ruth went to the bathroom for a shower. With a twinkle in her eye, she told Raymond that she would be a little while as she wanted to "trim her lady bush" in preparation for the evening. He shuddered with delight and nervousness at the attention and intimacy that she was giving to her preparations - and his shudder was due in part to the hoped-for outcome.
He watched his wife hungrily as she came back to the bedroom. Her wet, dyed hair was short and honey-coloured, and clung to her scalp. Under her satin dressing robe her ample, slightly sagging breasts shook and swayed deliciously, and temptingly. He reached out and groped one of them teasingly through the slippery fabric, but she tapped his hand with hers and pushed it away.
"Not now, Raymond. Maybe later. Not now. At least not till after..." Her voice tailed off at this point.
What was left unsaid needed no elaboration. "Until after I've let HIM have a feel" was what she intended. "I'm saving myself for the stranger. You aren't to intrude - not yet. Tonight is about HIM and I, not YOU and I, Raymond..."
He accepted her gentle reprimand, and contented himself with watching her, feasting his eyes upon her with renewed, jealous, frustrated interest. Their plans, and her non-availability to him, made her seem sexier than normal. He took in the curves of her body, her ripe breasts half-hidden under her robe, her waist curving to her matronly hips - she was a dress size 14, and her slightly plump legs looking good below her robe hem.
Raymond found the prospect of a stranger leering at his wife - blatantly, and in his presence - exciting. The prospect of seeing the man touching up his wife repulsed and appealed to him almost equally. .
Ruth caught his gaze and held it with hers. Her expression was intense. She sat down at her dressing table and began to dry her hair. Raymond said nothing. Instead he headed to the shower himself. Once there he luxuriated in the warm, jetting water, letting it pulse onto his half-erect member. He stroked himself, but was determined not to go too far, wanting to save himself for later.
He returned to the bedroom and towelled off in front of her. She looked approvingly at his erection. He felt it subside a little as he wondered whether she would soon be looking at Lee's. He hoped that his own would compare favourably.
He watched his wife as she stepped to the wardrobe and lifted out a black, knee-length skirt. It had buttons up one side, from the hem almost to the waistband. Raymond hadn't seen it before. He said nothing, but his thoughts raced. NEW. SHE'S BOUGHT A NEW SKIRT ESPECIALLY FOR THE OCCASION! ESPECIALLY FOR HIM! AS IF SHE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH NICE CLOTHES, SHE'S GOT SOMETHING TO GET HER IN THE MOOD ESPECIALLY FOR HIM! The realisation excited him. His erection returned.
He stepped into his boxers and best jeans, a little conscious of his paunch, conscious that Lee enjoyed competitive running and was taller and leaner than he was - and younger. He watched as his wife lifted out from the wardrobe a brown blouse, with a snakeskin pattern, that she had worn many times previously. It was one of his favourites. She always wore it tucked loosely into her skirt or trousers so that, although it didn't cling to her D-cup breasts, it hung closely enough for their size and shape to be obvious. The pattern of the fabric drew the eye to her breasts, too, and seemed to emphasise their rise and fall and gentle surging underneath. She held it against the skirt and examined the combination, then hung both garments by their coat hangers on the wardrobe door handle.
His eyes followed her back to the dressing table, admiring the way her robe hem flicked her fleshy thighs, and delighting in the shimmering of the black, floral-print satin. She turned her back to him and opened the drawer. He let his eyes rove over the matronly curves of her backside and hips as she rummaged in her drawer of underwear.
To his shock, and a little to his annoyance, she lifted out the matching set he had bought her just a few months earlier for their wedding anniversary. It had a designer label, and had been quite expensive, black with silver-grey embroidery. She had enjoyed wearing it for him on a number of occasions since, and he had enjoyed her in it and savoured removing it from her.
She inspected the matching bra and panties, and placed them gently on the bed, then did the same with the matching suspender belt. Then she lifted out a pair of sheer, tan stockings with dark seams.
Raymond stared intently as his wife, paying him no attention, unfastened the belt of her robe and slid it off her shoulders. He watched it glide down her curvy body and onto the floor.
His hungry gaze swept over her ample, slightly sagging breasts, and over the creases of her belly. His eyes rested on her crotch, and he had to stifle a sharp intake of breath.
