My wife and I have been married for ten years; we have two kids, great jobs, and a fantastic life together. Our sex life is great; we are both fairly adventurous, always willing to try something once. Neither of us has ever even had a desire to stray from one another. Several months ago, I noticed my wife looking more and more at other women, and not in a "that's a cute outfit" way. Then one day, out of the blue, she casually mentioned that she wondered what it would be like to feel another woman. I wasn't shocked by this, merely intrigued. This began my search for her Christmas present.
First, let me tell you about us. My wife is average height and a little larger than the cultural standard of the "perfect body." Hell, she's had two children and kept a little of the weight she put on. She has very large, beautiful, soft breasts topped with large, light brown nipples, and the most perfect ass I have ever seen. She keeps her pussy mostly shaved, with only a small "landing strip", and she tastes incredible. I am taller than average, have a bit of a belly and a respectable sized penis; about 6 ½-7" long when erect, and pretty thick.
Anyway, I discretely began searching for her present, dropping a comment here and there around acquaintances, knowing they would keep quiet. We live near a major university, and I figured that the perfect gift might come from there. I was right.
The week before Thanksgiving, I received a call from a young lady, who said that a mutual friend suggested she give me a call. We spoke briefly, and agreed to meet for lunch the following day.
I walked into the restaurant and, after a quick scan of the place found Kyla, my lunchtime "date." I took her in as she rose to greet me; she was very petite, a little over five feet tall. She was cute in a pixie-like way that reminded me of Velma in the Scooby Doo movies. She had nice breasts, from what I could see; maybe C cups, or large B. She had slight curves at her hips, and a very nice looking belly, complete with a shiny, dangling belly ring, showing between her blouse and hip-hugging skirt.
We sat and ordered lunch, and discussed my plan. We talked for the better part of two hours, and both decided that we wanted to move forward. It was decided that she would come to our home for supper the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, as our children would be at my parent's house for the long weekend.
Wednesday finally rolled around, and as my parent's pulled out of our driveway, I took my wife in my arms and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, followed by a playful slap on the ass. She looked at me, wondering what I was up to. I told her that I had an early Christmas present to give her, but that she would have to wait. I knew that would drive her crazy, wondering what I had bought for her. I began making dinner, grilled chicken fettuccine alfredo, one of her favorites. I asked her to set the dinner table, and told her to set three places. When she asked why, I merely told her that a friend, Kyla, was stuck in town for the holiday, and I had asked her to come by for dinner. This satisfied her curiosity for the time being, and we proceeded to get everything ready.
