My name is Lincoln and my wife's name is Lee. We are both in our middle years, and have been married very happily for a long time. We did not have children. That included me having a vasectomy long ago as part of that decision. Lee is a beautiful woman, about 5'6" and 130 pounds with nicely shaped C cup tits above a soft tummy which flowed through a furry box into a really nice set of hips. She is attractive and we have enjoyed a normal sex life over the years, being faithful to one another to the best of my knowledge. If I had any critiques of Lee it would be that she had always been very straight sexually, not prone to trying new things and always acting responsibly. Straight Arrow and very much routine I would say. We have been partners in everything: decisions, respect for one another with good communications whenever anything came up. I would not say either of us was submissive or dominant, just equals and sharing. We had worked out the routine where if one of us was stronger in an area they led and the other followed. It fell naturally that there were enough differences in total that we did make a good team getting through life.
Did I have any regrets? No, I loved Lee.
I did occasionally wonder if our sex life might not be a little better with some more imagination and variety on Lee's part. However, everything else was so great it was a small compromise. She taught middle school and I worked as an executive. We had a nice home, a sailboat we kept on the Bay and did some vacation trips or travel from time to time. Our two borzoi sighthounds went to the pet sitters occasionally and were intelligent, furry and show champions. For my part I am a little over six feet tall, reasonably fit and trim for my age. Lee had always told me that during sex my prick was more than adequate for her, anything larger would have been painful, so my ego was always satisfied in that regard. I knew It was a couple inches above average from reading but not monstrously huge and was happy with that status. I loved sex with Lee, even if it was 'plain vanilla.'
That brings us to the present and the beginning of this story about a change to all that which just happened Saturday right out of the blue.
We had a normal dinner social engagement with long time friends at their house last Saturday night for barbecue, conversation and wine. Beth and Al are their names. He taught at Lee's school in the science department and his wife was involved in a local company's marketing operation. We met through the school connection a long time ago and were quite good friends. Beth is very attractive with what must have been 36 DD tits, freckles and a quick wit. Al is a very good looking guy who clearly is packing according to what Beth had shared with Lee privately and she had shared with me. They were also childless. Visiting, dinner and conversation had gone well when I found myself in the kitchen with Beth getting more wine while she finished loading the dishwasher and put a couple things away.
I was standing facing the counter capping the wine bottle when all of a sudden Beth was behind me, touching me with her front, her arms around me, tits in the lower part of my back. She spoke quietly into my back with her head laid against it, not letting go. "Lincoln, it is time for dessert. I know I have never done this with anyone nor have you and Lee but Lee and I planned this and tonight you husbands are going to kiss each of us, do anything you want with me while she does the same with Al. It is her fantasy and my fantasy and I want to do it all with you as she does with Al. No-regrets fantasy time and dessert. Are you okay with this, Honey?"
I was surprised and after touching her hands, waiting a few seconds, I answered her with a question. "Do you know how straight arrow, traditionally routine Lee is? Are you sure that she will go along with this, Beth?"
