Billie Sue and I have enjoyed an open marriage since day one. She has always been a wonderful wife and passionate lover, but there were some things she flat refused to do. On the other hand, there were all those times in the early years when we had our foursomes and orgies with good friends.
But exhibitionism and solitary adultery were something she'd never had any interest in - not even when she was young and liked her own body better. And when she got heavy, she became even more... not prudish, but private.
Then last year she started to lose weight – at 50+, it wasn't easy
but she looked great! Then she started coming home, telling me about this guy, Jim, who flirted with her at work – and sometimes gave her a ride home.
He'd done it when she was heavy, though she thought it probably was more in fun then. But as she lost weight, began to dress better, look better and feel better about herself, Jim kept on flirting – and Billie Sue realized, it wasn't quite all in fun anymore.
He really was attracted to her.
Of course, I didn't do anything to discourage her. Not that it would have done any good. I like it when other men find her attractive, and I liked watching her way back when in her extra-curricular adventures with our closest friends.
That had always been our rule – Sex with friends, people we both knew, and cared about, and approved, and told one another about. Oh granted, a few times I stretched the knowing and caring about with part. But those had never intended to hurt or deceive her. It was just my little head doin' the thinking, instead of my big head. But
Billie Sue had been more careful, and conservative.
She had been picky and not gotten carried away and kept the rules and forgiven me my boo-boos. So I had no problem with her flirting with Jim.
I didn't know the man, but Billie Sue said he was a good guy, and I trusted my wife's taste, just as I trusted her. I had no problem when she finally 'fessed up that she found the guy attractive, and his attentions not only flattering, but tempting. In fact, I encouraged her to go with the flirting, just to see where things would end up.
For a couple of weeks, she'd come home and tell me about the suggestive comments she and Jim traded.
Then one day, she came home, an hour and forty-five minutes late. Her face was flushed, her was hair a bit messy, and she had a strange look on her face.
"Darlin', I've got something to tell you."
"What's that?"
"Jim drove me home."
"That's nice."
"We stopped on the way home for a drink." (They'd done that once or twice before.)
"Oh, where?"
"That same place, we always go."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you know how I told you that place has kind of a secluded parking lot in the back?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, he'd parked there. And when we came out, there were no other cars in the back. So, as he opened the door of the car for me, and I stepped in, he put his hand in the small of my back, like he was helping me in, you know, and kind of stroked my back."
"Uh-huh."
"And then he sort of slid his hand down my back – all the way down to my buttocks as he helped me in."
"So he grabbed your ass? What did you say?"
"Well, nothing. I mean despite all the kidding and teasing and flirting, I was taken by surprise."
"So, then.."
"Then he walked around the car and got in on the driver's side. He looked at me, I didn't say anything. And then he leaned forward and kissed me."
"And did you kiss him back?" She smiled.
"Well, it seemed like only the polite thing to do." I leaned forward and kissed her myself. Our tongues danced.
"Oh, right. What happened then?"
"Well, he scooted in toward me. We put our arms around each other. We couldn't get too close, but he started stroking my legs as we kept kissing. Then after a while, he slid his hand up to my knees and under my skirt.
Meanwhile, I was kind of stoking his chest and playing with the buttons of his shirt. It seemed like only the lady-like thing to do.."
"Uh-huh. You didn't try to stop him from putting his hand between your legs, I take it."
"Well, no. As a matter of fact, I kind of spread my legs a bit – so he wouldn't tear the skirt of course."
"Of course." Now I was getting aroused.
"After a while, he had one hand up my skirt, resting on top of my panties and had his other up under my sweater, feeling me up."
"Over or under your panties and bra?"
"Over... for a while. Then he shoved my bra up and started sucking and kissing my nipples. You know sensitive they are.
Well, after a while that started to get kind of uncomfortable, so I reached back and unfastened it for him. Just for the sake of comfort, of course. And seemed like only the lady-like thing to do.”
“Oh, of course,” I replied. I slid my own hand up under her sweater. My hand touched bare skin. She didn’t have her bra on!
“Meantime, he'd started to put his fingers under my panties." I cupped her breast.
"What did you do then?"
"Well, I didn't want him to tear my panties, so we sort of slid them down my legs.”
“We?”
“Well, he helped, just being polite"
"Oh, sure." I slid my other hand up her skirt. My hands went straight up bare skin, to her beautiful, ginger mound. But there .were no panties there!
"I take it you left your bra and panties on the floor of his car?" Nodding, she parted her legs a bit. I began to slowly caress her with one of my fingers. She parted her legs even more and my finger slid into her. She was soaking wet. I began to stroke her clitoris. "Then what did he do?"
"Ummmm. Pretty much the same thing you're doing right now."