My wife and I feel blessed. She is 47 years old and I'm two years older, we're retired, financially secure, fit, healthy and still very much in love after being married for 15 years.
We retired two years ago and purchased a 13 metre motor vessel in England and then cruised it across the English Channel into France.
We've enjoyed a lot of adventures together over the years, including sexual adventures and this is the story of one of the most recent of these.
My wife Verity (but always called Vee) is a very attractive blonde (some of it thanks to hairdressers these days) standing at 5'10" tall, beautiful long legs with a wonderful figure with C cup breasts. She did some modelling back home in Australia and is often mistaken for being at least 10 years younger than she is. I'm 6'2" tall, lean, and reasonably muscular, I served for 12 years in Australia's 1st Commando Regiment including two tours of Afghanistan, retiring as a Captain and I'm still in pretty good shape. We used to compete in Ironman triathlons but now keep fit via running, yoga and the occasional game of tennis.
Very early on in our relationship we decided that neither of us wanted or needed to have children and even before our wedding when we discussed our vows, we both decided that the part of "forsaking all others" didn't really work for us. We talked honestly about how humans, unlike most species have sex for pleasure, not just making babies and that it was unnatural for people to only want to have one sexual partner during their lifetime, even after marriage. Ours isn't an open marriage so much as an understanding that each of us can enjoy an occasional "fling" and have some sexual fun as long as these episodes were discreet, short, (not long-term affairs) and that we told each other about each event. We agreed that it wasn't cheating unless we kept secrets from each other.
So, over the years we've both had sex with others individually, but also with each other with MMF, FFM threesomes and some swinging with other couples. We've always enjoyed lots of sex together but since we've been retired our sex life has gone to a new level. Most mornings, one of us will wake up horny and it usually doesn't take much effort for that person to motivate the other.
Vee likes us to talk about our fantasies and concoct ways to bring them to fruition.
After we cruised out boat from England to Dunkirk in France, we decided to cruise through the inland waterways (rivers and canals) firstly in North-Western France before heading into Belgium.
We sailed into the beautiful French city of Lille and followed the directions on our electronic chart along a small creek to where other boats were moored beside the canal.
As we pulled alongside the canal wall, a man from the boat in front came out and offered to help us berth. Vee passed him the spring mooring line and in a couple of minutes we were safely secured to the wall. As Vee came past me, she said "well he was cute".
An hour later we were sitting on our back deck enjoying a glass of wine when Dave our helpful neighbor came past. I thanked him for his help and asked him if he would like to join us for a drink which he accepted.
Dave was a Brit in his mid-30's, tall dark and handsome but somewhat shy. He had been engaged to deliver a boat for its owner to Antwerp and had stopped in Lille for the night. He was very good company with a great sense of humour and some fun stories. He had travelled through the region several times and gave us a recommendation about a local French restaurant and since he was travelling alone, I invited him to join us that night for dinner.
Vee and I showered and got dressed and I noticed that she was talking more care than usual picking out what to wear. Being a warm night, she decided on a short flowing skirt with a cream silk top with thin spaghetti straps, sans bra, so her nipples were outlined against the material. She also decided that she would go commando under her skirt, which is usually a sign that she is feeling more than a little frisky. I commented to her that she looked great, and she replied with a grin that it could be a fun night.
The food and wine were fantastic, Dave was great company. Vee was obviously very interested in Dave, flirting with him, touching his arm several times when she was talking to him and on one occasion when she got up to go to the ladies, she leaned on his shoulder to put her shoe back on, this afforded him a view down her top which was her intention. Dave saw that I noticed that he had looked and seemed embarrassed that he had been caught. "Vee is a beautiful woman" he said, "you're a lucky man". I sure am, I agreed but thought to myself that he might be the one getting lucky tonight.
