My wife and I lived in the little house on the hill for many years. Our children grew up there. We moved there when we first were married and I bought it after we had lived there for a few years. Our girls were grown now and both were out on their own. We own the little house and have for several years now. Maddy and I have been married for twenty two years now. We have had a wonderful marriage and have been faithful to each other to a fault.
Maddy is a beautiful female who went through child birth twice in her late teens and again at twenty. And in a few months recovered her figure both times in very short order. After both births her breasts got bigger. She had natural 34 b cup breasts but finally settled with full 36c breasts on her 5' 3" frame at about 125 lbs. Her fine features have always turned heads when she enters any room. And men just naturally are drawn to keep an eye on her once they see her. I have enjoyed the looks she gets from other men.
I was not Maddy's first lover. She had a boyfriend before me who got her virginity and fucked her for nearly a year before they broke up and we became a couple. Over the years we had talked of her other experience sexually. And that she had enjoyed him and the sex they had. She told me she was glad she'd had the time with him.
Over the years we had talked openly about him and her time as his lover. She had expected to become his wife. He was just not as serious about them as she had wanted. He had encouraged her to flirt and even play with others. At his urging she had gotten naked with his room mate twice. She had nearly let him fuck her both times.
His room mate was a black kid from an African country. She said his cock was huge. She finally admitted one night she was going to let him the second time she was naked with him but he was so big she could not get it in her. But she admitted that she had been very attracted sexually to him.
When we discussed her sexual relationship with her old boyfriend and near fling with his room mate she always became very turned on. And I always found her excitement over it a turn on. With the girls out on their own we found ourselves with much more time to ourselves. And we talked about things that I had never expected to.
During sex one night I brought up her old boyfriend and ask if she had ever thought about him. And she tried to pass it off, but I was sure she had and maybe still does? After pressing her slightly she did admit she did think of him sometimes. I pressed her about if she did know where he was?
She finally admitted she did know where he is and in fact had talked with him only a few weeks before. She became more excited I could tell and I pressed her to know if she had contacted him or he her? After some around the bush talk she finally admitted she had called him. She had been contacted by a girl friend they had both known in college who told her he was looking for her and she gave my wife his phone number.
She had called him. They had talked for over an hour. Over the next few weeks they had talked several times. He had ask her to meet him. For sex? Yes he had wanted them to meet and have sex. Had she considered it. Yes she had.
"So why haven't you met him?"
"I have met him."
"More than once?"
"Yes, three times."
"Has he fucked you yet?"
"No not yet."
"Do you want him to?"
"Maybe, Yes, Probably."
"Why haven't you done it then?"
"Because I didn't want to cheat on you."
"Were you hoping I would let you go and see him openly?"
"I don't know, we have talked about me doing things, and it seems to turn you on?"
"Did you tell him I might let you become his lover again?"
"We talked about it yes."
"Does he want you as his lover again like you were?"
"He has told me so, yes."
"He is divorced so you could be with him at his house?"
"Yes, he is so I could, yes."
"Have you been to his house?"
There was a long pause before she answered.
"Yes, I have been there twice."
I could tell she was becoming even more turned on as we messed around in our playing.
