Lynn and I are married and have been for 7 years. A second time for both.
She's 45 and I'm 49 and we're both in good shape because we exercise regularly.
It shows on Lynn because she has developed curves in all the right places. A 36-24-36 figure best describes my 5'6 Italian beauty with the best round ass I've ever seen.
When she dresses up for a night out or in a bikini for the beach, she is always the center of attention.
She never tries to draw attention. Quite the contrary. She is very conservative and soft spoken. If it wasn't for me luring her into these revealing outfits, she would dress like a conservative librarian.
I asked her why she doesn't dress sexy all the time and she said she's not comfortable doing that in public. Only for me when I ask because she loves me.
We have a good marriage with an open communication. The topic of sex comes up every so often and lately we've noticed that talking dirty during sex is a turn on for both of us - especially when we describe our fantasies.
The most intense session was when she asked me "What turns you on?"
I said "I want to see you get fucked by another person."
I thought she would be surprised but she suddenly became energized and asked, "With whom?"
I said "By a stranger."
She asked "Not around here though right?"
I said "No. Someplace far from here."
That led to an intense orgasm from both of us.
When we were lying on our backs exhausted, I turned to her and pushed the matter of a stranger having her.
"Should we explore a situation where you and another guy fool around?"
She replied right away "Are you kidding? I could never do that! What would that do to our marriage?"
"Oh I don't know. I think our marriage can handle it. It would just be to fulfill a fantasy, and one that obviously turns you on, based on the way you came just a bit ago" I retorted
We left it at that for weeks but continued to build from it in the bedroom. Sex was more frequent and intense and I knew it was due to the fact that she got off on the thought of trying something so wild and sexual
That following month, we were packing for a trip to another state, because there was a wine tasting. Our bags were side by side when I turned to her and asked "Why don't you pack some sexy things?"
"Like what?" She asked nervously.
"Like that tight little black dress, the yellow bikini, some lacy bras, and panties, and any other outfits that would turn me on."
"Is this to turn you on, or strangers?" she asked with a smile.
"Well, both. Is that a problem?" I innocently asked.
"I can dress to please you but I don't think I can go for that fantasy we like" she stated
Now that I noticed that we were on the same page, I pressed further.
"We're away and in a different state. Let's just play it out, and if either of us is too nervous or scared, we just back off, and enjoy the time away?!"
"Agreed" she says.
The trip to the tasting was wild. She obviously was still turned on about our talk and broached the subject while I drove. She totally shocked me by rubbing her pussy through her pants and putting her hand under her t shirt to play with her nipples while she asked me question after question on what I thought could happen at our hotel during this trip - something she's never done before.
After telling her in detail what I wished would happen with another guy and her, with me watching, she came hard.
The event was a lot of fun. Wine tastings can get somebody pretty buzzed because of the number of bottles to sample and this event was no exception.
Lynn became pretty tipsy when we decided to take a break and sit down by the hotel lobby before heading up to our room to get ready for dinner.
She was wearing a springy short sundress. When she plopped down on the lobby couch, her dress rode up above mid thigh. Her legs were slightly apart so I knew if a person were to approach us they would be able to see right up her dress at her white cotton panties.
I asked her "Are you starting the fantasy?"
She didn't know what I was talking about but then she looked at her dress and it suddenly hit her, but instead of correcting the dress, she just devilishly looked back at me and answered, "Maybe. Does that bother you?"
Before I could answer, a man in a nice suit approached us and asked "How do like the tasting so far?"
I replied that it was nice and that there was a lot to try just as he took a seat on the chair directly in front of us.
He introduced himself as Carolas and that he was one of the winemakers from France. He seemed to be our age, trim and very suave looking with his dark wet hair and chiseled features. He was very charismatic and handsome according to what my wife said later on.
During the next several minutes of chat between the three of us, I noticed that Lynn was particularly interested in Carolas, and him with her. My conservative and shy wife was suddenly giving off a body language that was like an unintentional flirting, and he ate it up by moving his chair closer to her.
Every so often she would open her legs for his eyes, and occasionally he would put his hand on her knee while talking about his profession.
I could tell that Lynn and I were thinking about the same thing, because as soon as he turned his head to look someplace, she hit my leg with her hand.
Carolas said that the other winemaker would manage his booth for the night, and asked us if we would like to go to his suite to try some special reserve wines and bourbons he brought.
Lynn and I looked at each other, and I could tell by her face that she was interested.
I said, "That sounds great. How about if we go to our room, freshen up, change, and head toward your room?"
As we all got up to leave, Carolas gently grabbed her hand, kissed it, and said "I look forward to it" while looking directly into her eyes.
As soon as we got in the elevator, Lynn turned to me and started her hysterical rambling "Oh my God! Could you see me shaking?! I was so nervous, yet so turned on! Carolas is so sexy!"
Then she started backing out. "I can't do this honey! This is wrong. I just want to fuck the hell out of you and enjoy the tasting."
I tried getting her back on track by using a bit of reverse psychology. "That's okay babe. Going to his suite isn't our way of saying we want you to fuck him! We can't be rude and not go. He's waiting for us. Let's go with the intention of just trying what he has, and then going out?"
"Okay." She said relaxed. "Like you said, if one of us is too nervous we back off."
In the room, we cleaned up and changed into other clothes. I looked over at Lynn and noticed that she was putting on her French lace black bra and panties, and that she had her tight little black dress lined up along with her strap high heeled shoes.