My name is Edna, Eddie for friends, the female part of a long time married couple. Let me describe my exterior. 5.10" tall, 140 lbs, rather fit but not fixated with gym. I have blond hair and azure-blue eyes. Due my height a couple of long legs prop my ample hips and a rather thick ass up. My husband says my ass is a size over my frame and this is the reason he picked me many years ago. I have an open smile too so they say I am aesthetically pleasing. Someone supposes me sexy, but I am only a natural woman well in her forties. My husband is Thomas, or Tom, fifty something, my first man at every sense. I am in love with him since I was 17yo and we are a very solid couple, with a well grown up family (a now married graduated daughter), and a happy status. This is, more or less, our position.
A few summers ago we had a great holiday at the Greek island of Kythira which is said to be Aphrodite's birthplace. A rather long off-duty period of paradise blessed by bright sun, wonderful sea and great food.
I adore the sun.
Two or three days under such a sunshine and I got a real golden complexion. Feeling to be easy on the eye and in shape I was happy as a girl. Tom also was relaxed and, well, very active during the night. We spent the day doing nothing else then tanning, swimming, visiting villages, eating and making love.
On a beach near Aghia Pelagia we met a guy and we had small talks. His name was Alfred and he was from England. At 36 he was five years younger than me and actually single as he split the girlfriend off two months before. A well educated guy with a good conversation and nice manners. A very handsome guy, I must add, with curly hair, hazel eyes and sturdy built.
He knew mythological literature and local history well inside out. This fascinated me. We spent a few hour in the beach having a great talk and saying him good-bye I proposed a drink at the marina for the three of us which Alfred gladly agreed. We met at twilight and after the drink walking through the town he suggested a stop at a traditional restaurant in which we had a great dinner. Later we reached our place for a nightcap lasting there until the wee hours and setting a visit at the Venetian Fortress in Milopotamos.
That night Alfred seemed to be really comfortable with the rather mellow couple of us and Tom also found our guest very pleasant.
The day after during the drive to Milopotamos we arranged other rendezvous and so it was that shortly soon the first chance encounter we were the closest of friends.
Alfred joined us hiking here and there the island in search for the mysterious Aphrodite's birthplace, or sailing by the crystal clear sea on the nimble boat my husband rent.
Dawdling at our place to spend quietly the night with a drink or two enjoying a mutual company in a faint light became also habitual. And we called those moments "conversation at midnight" like an old book of poems that I read in my teens.
Tom and I both savoured the unintentional spice that Alfred added with his presence to the good time we had on the island.
I don't know what it is about imagining the wife with other men that excites many husbands, but this is what excites Tom mostly. During our happy marriage something very soft but recurrent from my husband was to bring at my attention his burning daydreaming arousal to watch me with another man. At the same time I blandished the idea to be a hot wife.
For many reasons we never dared the real thing but in between of being a loving wife and a good mom, I flirted with two friends just to test the water.
I was on control and pretty sure to have not sex with them, but at their request I gave them my number and dated them indulging to some tonguing and groping which I openly confessed to Tom. Nothing more than that. Only once I closed my hand on a guy's cock trying his stiff hardness by the open fly. As a result of those faint indiscretions of mine I received some great and engrossed marital fucks. Not bad indeed.
Now I loved Alfred's kindness. By his polite speech I could sense to be a bit taken by those charming, if somewhat shy manners. And got rather eager thinking on him too.
My husband belongs an insightful character and studied my behaviour.
Being facetious Tom affirmed that Alfred could be a good boyfriend for me even when the three of us were together. Alfred acted the perfect gentleman and didn't make a pass but calling my husband's bluff I deliberated to flirt a bit with our friend. Something really mild again but very intriguing as occasional arm touching or hands holding.
"You act really his sweetheart," commented my husband with a suggestive smile a night before to sleep. "Don't dare me, you know my story," I replied kissing him on the lips. I meant subtly my vagaries with other guys and he understood.
"I know... and I like it," said my husband starting some serious fucking.
I got involved in the play even more and decided to increase the flirt.
To tease Alfred and my husband at one time I drew from my bag the skimpiest of bikini I own. I bought it with my sister going on a spending spree day ("Fuck, Eddie, you look terrific, take it!" she said in the fitting room) and my husband haven't see it yet. I furtively wore it under a sober sundress getting ready for a sailing. I seated quietly while the guys did their duty on sail dropping them hints that something mysterious lay beneath. They became investigative and actively demanding but I denied to disclose my secret on the instant. "Not on the boat," I said, but hot on the heels of landing at a really remote cove with a solitary beach I gathered the sundress pulling it over my head to make a point of showing off with my back to them.
What I had on was a bold dental floss bottom matching a small sheer top barely covering my breasts. I paraded slowly up and down the sandy beach with a slutty excitement. My ass was completely on display and my rather pendulous boobs oscillated at every move quite free from support.
I stopped walking just in front of Alfred and Tom with an impudent smile on my lips.
"This bikini is my secret. Do you like it, guys?" I asked. My nipples were hard as cherries.
Looking at me Alfred kept his temper but paid compliments.
"O, Eddie, I knew you have great legs, but I haven't realized how erotic your haunches are."
For the first time he mentioned directly my body. I appreciated the compliments.
"Thank you, Alfred, I have not found the courage to go on a home beach with a so revealing two-piece on, but now it's different, Tom is not the jealous type and I feel so good with you. I ventured to wear something next to nothing this morning," I claimed doing a complete turn on myself.
Gazing on me still with a sort of amazement my husband can't believe his eyes. Every time I told him a whim of mine he slavered and now he was like a child in a candy shop watching my blatant teasing action.
"My sister tempted me to buy this bikini for the holiday, you know Alfred, and coming back home I want to relate her the effect I had on a younger man as you are. What a bitch! I hope you don't mind." I did a turn on my feet especially for him with a blatant tease.
In response Alfred was unusually explicit.
"O, I don't mind at all, Edna. You are so lovely and your body glistening quite bare in this inexistent bikini is absolutely admirable. Your breasts also hang here natural and sweet. And your groin, well, your groin is so smooth and inviting. Sorry, Tom, I can't help to give your wife my compliments. She is a woman with a great class!" he sentenced.
"Ah ah ah," I burst in a laughter, "I think you would say better 'with a great ass', " I giggled being a bit trashy and tapping my buttocks.
"In that case you are right, Alfred, this little showy thing brings to the fore my thick bum. And this dental floss thong is so reduced on the front also that I had to shave my pubic hair totally smooth" I explicated with very cheeky allusions.
The tease could stop. The effect satisfied me and my sister had something to hear at my return.
