Have you ever done anything absolutely crazy... just to see if you could? That must've been what my wife and I were thinking last week, because I can't explain how else it all happened.
Jenny and I have two children, ages five and seven; and this summer, for the first time, we sent them to a two-week-long day camp; and so my wife and I found ourselves ALONE in our home for the first time in almost eight years. I run a business out of my office in the back of our home, but with the kids off to camp every morning at 8:00, and my beautiful wife lounging around in silk pajamas 'till noon each day it was – needless to say – hard for me to motivate myself to work.
Jenny's absolutely gorgeous. She's long, thin, and slender; with skin as soft and white as cream and long, straight, golden hair. She's got nice full breasts that are as soft as anything I've ever touched, and the most incredible flat, sexy stomach in the world. I swear to God, there have been times that I've almost orgasmed, just from kissing and touching her breasts and stomach.
I'm no Plain Jane myself. I've been told I am rather handsome; and certainly before I married Jenny, I had no trouble finding dates. I'm pretty ordinary-looking, actually. No one recoils when they see me, but I'm no Mel Gibson, either. It's talking with me, I think, that makes most women interested. Ahk. I hate talking about myself. There's no way to do it without seeming conceited. Let's skip the details and get on with the story.
So anyway, with the kids gone to day camp, my wife and I developed this pattern where we'd get the kids off in the morning, make a big pot of coffee, and then sit on the couch watching TV. What invariably happened the first four days the kids were gone was that this sitting turned into fondling, which turning into heavy petting which left us – some time later – sweaty, smelling deliciously of sex, and very, very satisfied.
By Friday, though, it was time to up the ante. We'd made love more that week than we had in the last month (anyone who says having children doesn't affect their ability to have sex obviously doesn't have MY children) and I could sense the desire in both my wife and myself to somehow up the ante.
We were sitting on the couch eyeing each other, waiting for someone to make a move when the doorbell rang. My wife went to answer it. It was one of the college-girls from the neighborhood, trying to sell magazine subscriptions to raise money for the Sierra Club. This was pretty common. We live in a pretty nice neighborhood with plenty of kids selling things, and the newest trend is to find the college kids with a cause, and send them out door-to-door in our neighborhood.
I didn't mind, though. She was cute. Most of 'em were. While my wife wrote her a check (we're suckers for anything that remotely resembles a charity), I found myself gazing hungrily at this young twenty-something. Nice tits. Great hair. A big smile. Yum.
I love my wife, don't get me wrong. She's the hottest thing on two legs, in my book, and after making love to her for almost ten years, I'd still choose her over any other woman anywhere in the world. But that doesn't mean I don't sometimes see OTHER things I'd like to sample, if I'm allowed. And that twenty-year-old girl in our doorway was causing a commotion in my boxers.
My wife closed the door and crossed back to the couch. "Wow, she was something, wasn't she?" My wife looked me right in the eyes, a mischievous grin on her face.
I smiled. "I sure thought so."
"I bet she tastes gooooood." My wife was teasing me.
"I bet," I said; shifting my thigh to try to make my growing erection less obvious.
My wife giggled and then pushed my legs apart, kissing my penis through the cotton fabric of my boxers. She ran her tongue along my length, separated only by a thin sheet of cotton, then lifted her head to mine. "Let's get her," my wife said with a naughty grin.
"What?"
"Let's get her. You know. Invite her in. See what happens. You game?"
My wife and I had had a few crazy nights in our time together, but this was something altogether new and exciting. "Of course!" I said.
My wife leapt from the couch and crossed back to the front door as I nervously adjusted my penis so that it would be less obvious I was aroused. I ended up finding a comfortable position with my legs crossed, and a long t-shirt pulled down across my upper thigh, hiding any clue of the throbbing member who hid beneath.
"Excuse me, Miss?" My wife was calling to the girl who was walking down the front steps of the house across the street. "Hello?"
I watched through the bay window as this hot little number crossed the street and came again up our walk to the front door. "Yes?" She asked my wife; genuinely puzzled, I'm sure.
