My beautiful wife of 20 years and myself were in a big time rut. Kids, mortgage, work and everyday chores had sucked the fun out of our sex life. We were now free to travel and have fun but the nightlife on vacations consisted of great meals....and then a great book before falling asleep.
I was worried. Very worried. As we grew older together, she was widening the gap between who was better looking. She is much more attractive now than when we were younger because she is very careful what she eats and because of her daily exercise program, she is slim and firm in all the right places. With her small waist, and long luscious legs, she is a sight to behold in a mini skirt. I have always loved legs and her legs drive me nuts. Her thighs are very slim, her ankles slight and her calves super tight. When she wears that skirt with a tight top showing off her small young girl breasts, I feel like I am out of my league big time. I should not be too worried though, because she hardly ever wears clothes that show off her assets.
Yes. We are in a rut. She thinks she looks like a mother. A plain, dowdy mother with no sex appeal. A plain, dowdy mother who cannot get into sex with gusto because she honestly does not believe she is sexy. Meanwhile, I want to eat her alive I am so horny, even with her motherly attire.
I decided to take it upon myself to sex things up by ordering stiletto heels online, teetering, black stripper heels that drive men nuts. To my surprise, she loved them because she saw for the first time in a long time, how good her legs looked in a good pair of sexy heels. We screwed harder than we have in years that night, with the shoes on of course.
Now all I was thinking about was when and how to get fucked by my waking sexy partner. I had to be careful, though, because any effort to " sex herself up" would result in unwanted attention from other men. Unwanted by me I might add. Because, you see, she was not always this conservative mother type who would rather read a book on a warm tropical evening than have crazy sex on a beach. When we were younger, before commitments pushed lust out the door, things were quite erotic. And after dozens of fantasy talks while hot and heavy of her bedding another man, we might have been close to closing the deal. Just sex talk maybe but we were just starting to spread our sexual wings before life's challanges came along. I had to be careful because she may be tempted by a younger guy. A more athletic, bigger, stronger guy.
We decided to travel to a tropical resort to drink, eat and rekindle the passion we left behind years ago.
She wanted to know what to pack and I said it was very simple. Short, tight and high. At this typical resort, even with kids running around during the day, any women with revealing clothes and sky high heels would not stand out one bit after hours at any of the resorts clubs. Clothes that would result in gawks in our hometown would blend in very nicely once the sun went down.
My wife, on the other hand, would receive gawks, and stares. You see, maybe not to the 20 year old, but anyone else with a penis would find her hotter than hell. With a bit of a sunburn, long tight shimmering legs flowing out of that super tight mini, a loose silk halter with no bra, towering heels and that tussled beach hair look, she looked the sexy club hopper perfectly. Throw in the half drunk smirk and she was one natural hottie. If I did not pester her though, she would have worn tan slacks and flats.
Oh yes, the drinking. When she is nervous, she likes to drink. Lots. I have always been OK with her not drinking and doing all of the driving every where we go because I remember back to our younger days, our younger drinking days, when she tended to be a big flirt with any man who gave her attention. And if he did not give her attention, she was a bigger flirt. She recognized this and stopped the boozing unless it was just me and her drinking wine. This was part of her maturing as a women and mother. Its just that she went to far to the conservative side.
All bets were off now though. Here we were at a tropical paradise, feeling very sexy and happy, and drinking was just part of the party. At this time and at this locale, she was a very sexy drunk.
Everyone was mingling with everyone else on this second night and there was quite the mix of characters. There was the very old, the very young and the very creepy. We up ended chatting with a much younger, but very mature attractive couple. She was a perfect suntaned beauty while he was a tall and lanky adonis. Perfectly dressed and very modest, it was obvious he was concealing one perfect body. The give away? Two long, tanned muscular arms spilling out of the short sleeves of his yellow designer shirt. He had huge hands and black ink tatoos covering most of his biceps.
We were having a great time when the wife excused herself because she wanted to go to bed early. This was their last night, and she needed to prepare for the early morning check out. I was bummed because she was extremely easy to look at but her leaving did not slow the good times.
With the wife out of the way, my wife really started to relax and began to flirt ever so slightly with our new friend. She thinks we don't notice, but guys notice right away and her conversation often included the touching of his arms.
