Ann and I met by chance at a grocery store just after I had been discharged from the army. She just graduated from high school and was the loveliest girl I had ever laid eyes on. Now we've been together for over twenty years and I am presently retired from owning and operating my own manufacturing business. Because of good fortune we were able to sell the corporation for a hefty sum and live quite well on the profits. Ann was also able to retire from her job as a high school administrator.
We reside at the beach in Southern California in a custom home, I built ten years ago. We both live an active life style. Committed to healthy lifestyle we both work out four or five times a week and I surf whenever the swell permits. In fact, most of my former employees were also surfers and when there was a favorable surf report we closed up the shop and put up a sign saying, “Gone Surfing.” I love the laid back attitude in Southern California.
Our gym routine is one of the things we do together and I love going with Ann for some very selfish reasons. It is an ego boost for me the way the men ogle her in her tight stretch workout outfit. She's amazing for a thirty eight six old woman. One thing that never gets old for me is riding the stationary bike directly behind her, while she is pumping hard on the stair master. I love watching that tight rounded butt bouncing up and down.
We usually go to the Jacuzzi before we go home. I try to always get there first to watch her come out in her tiny bikini. She is a sight to behold and I am not the only one who notices. Any guy there that doesn’t must either be blind or gay. She wonders why I always want to fool around when we get home.
Looking at her in the workout mirror, Ann and I are contrasts. She is short at five foot two, weighing in at a fit one hundred five pounds. She has amazing natural breasts that seem huge on her slight frame. I'm over a foot taller than her. Whereas she is a brunette with long flowing locks just past her shoulders, I have salt and pepper brown hair that shows I'm fifteen years older.
However, I believe her best asset is her smile that lights up the room. She is confident in her effect on men and Knows how to use it her advantage. She's a natural flirt.
Ann is everything to me in every way. In our vows I remembered we pledged “for better or worse” and I now believe that means to never take your spouse for granted. The “better” does not just happen, you have to work at it. I know now, after years of strife, that marriage takes great effort. Like most things, I discovered you get out of it what you put into it. Yes, we have had tough times and problems have abounded but that is when the investment we made into each other has paid off.
We have always had a very active sex life and have over the years used our imaginations to,keep the spice alive in our love making. In the past we have even taken it on the road, literally. One time a few years ago we did a naughty thing. While driving on the freeway, in our Jag convertible, Ann pulled her top off with her hair flying behind her and her breasts were fully exposed. We got several horn blasts of approval from the truck drivers.
Another time while we were on a camping trip, she gave me a blow job while I was sitting on a picnic table, in a sparse public campground. It was also good that we didn’t get arrested. In fact, we went at each other like a couple teenagers that whole week.
Another time we put on masks and had sex on a web cam. That was so damn hot. We started out on the web cam together fully clothed and there were a couple people logged on to us. Then there was a request for her to remove her top. I slid her top up and off. Now there were about twenty people watching. The requests were coming in faster. Most were asking she remove her bra. I unclasped her and pulled it away letting her boobs bouncing free toward the camera, making them seem even larger than they were. We now had well over a hundred watchers and the requests were firing in faster than a machine gun. The dinging became irritating so I shut off the sound.
Ann was really getting into this and said, “Let’s really put on a show.” She stood up so she was waist was at level with the camera and stripped off her bottoms leaving a camera view of her waxed pussy up close and personal.
In the mean time I had also removed my clothing and was shifting the lap top so I could see the bed.
I had Ann lay on the bed so her wet and swollen pussy was facing the camera and I practically jumped on her pushing my cock in to the hilt. The camera had a bird’s eye view of me pounding away on her. When I pulled out there was a huge flow of cum pouring out for the audience to see. Any time we need a thrill we just replay the video again.
One night were lying in bed discussing some ways we might invigorate our sex life. After twenty years we were running out of new ideas. We both know how important an active sex life is to a marriage. We decided to look on the lap top and that is when we discovered Lush Stories.
The stories were hot and I always gravitated toward the Wife Lovers. In all honesty, I could never understand the whole thing of a guy wanting another man to fuck his wife. If any man ever touched Ann I would probably rip his nuts off. Ann would always focus on the three ways, involving two women and a man.
So out of the blue I asked, "Hun what do think about a three-way?"
She stared at me and after a long pause she replied, “Are you kidding?”
“Of course I am just kidding.”
About a week later, while we were finishing up the dinner dishes she took me by the arm, turned me toward her and stared directly into my eyes. Ann has this belief that she can tell if I an lying by just looking in my eyes. I don’t know if I believe that but I am sure she does.
She asked, “You were serious about wanting a three way, weren’t you?”
I didn’t reply.
"Tell me the truth."
Okay, first of all I knew she had been dwelling on this for a week and I also knew whatever I said could get me in hot water. I did the safe thing, I had learned through many years living with this wonderful woman.
I replied, “What do YOU think?”
"What do I think? I think you are bored with me and are looking for an excuse to fuck some other woman. That is what I think!”
"I am not looking to replace you. How could I? I could look the world over and not find a woman as beautiful as you.“ I replied in desperation.
I held her close and kissed her deeply and thought I'd talked my way out of that one.
“Why would you even suggest such a thing?” she glared.
At this point I was forced to explain my thinking. I said, “it was just fantasy, but if we did do it. It would be a shared experience for both of us like when we did the web cam. It is not breaking our vows if we did this together."
"Hog wash! That sounds like a good reason to sleep around."
"Remember the things you told me you did when you were in high school, like the time you played around with another girl and kissed her? I frequently think of that story when we have sex. It drives me nuts. Besides, it would just be a one time thing.”
"Is this what you really want?” she asked, looking directly in my eyes.
"Maybe, but only if you are good with it. It has to be for both of us.”
"Alright, I'll consider it, but if we do, I get to pick the girl!"
"Damn! You've been thinking about this, you little vixen."
"Maybe..." she grinned.
"You are a naughty little girl you've been giving this some serious thought." I smiled, squeezing her butt.
"How about Vicky the secretary I worked with? You met her at the Christmas party and she had a major crush on you.”
"Actually I barely remember her. " I lied, she had spent the whole night flirting with me. How could I forget that?
The next day I was walking around with a woody at work wondering if Ann had the nerve to go through with it and ask Vicky. I felt like a school boy who was embarrassed to stand up after class because he had a hard on. I just couldn't take it off my mind.
Business that day was hectic with customers and contractors coming through my office in a steady flow. About five I called Ann and told her I was working on some plans and that I would be a little late. I resisted asking her if she had talked with Vicky because I had several clients in my office.
I got home exhausted about a quarter to seven and shouted that I was home.
She shouted back from upstairs for me to pour her a glass of wine and bring it up to the bedroom.
I put down my brief case, took off my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and went in the kitchen to pour the wine.