It was a hot, sunny day, and when I rolled in from work my wife Elaine met me on the deck with a smile and a cold beer. She was wearing khaki shorts and a peach-coloured sleeveless blouse, and she was looking cool, fresh, and lovely – with a generous helping of sexy – as she generally does. Elaine is short, not much more than five feet, with a compact build. Her derriere is nicely rounded and firm, her legs are shapely, tapering to trim ankles and small feet. Her breasts are relatively large without being massive, and still as firm as anyone could wish for. Her waist is in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Her shoulder-length hair is naturally blonde, her eyes are a lovely bright blue, and her skin is fair but turns a warm gold under the summer sun.
I gratefully took the beer from her hand, pulled out two of the chairs that were tucked under the edge of the patio table, and handed her into one of them. She smiled as I removed my jacket and hung it on the back of the other chair before seating myself across from her.
I sipped my beer and she her glass of wine, and we chatted for awhile, mainly about the various, basically inconsequential things common to all comfortably married couples. In a short while we had finished our drinks, and Elaine asked me whether I’d join her in another one. I agreed, with the proviso that I wanted to change my clothes first, and she volunteered to replenish the drinks while I slipped into the house to change. In just a few minutes I rejoined her on the deck, feeling much more comfortable now in shorts, a light t-shirt, and bare feet.
I sat down again, and Elaine pulled her chair around to the end of the table, rotating it forty-five degrees so she was facing me. Then she sat down, kicked off her sandals, and swung her bare feet up to rest in my lap.
Wriggling her toes against my stomach, she grinned and asked me, “Please, love, how about a foot rub for your poor, under-privileged wife?”
“Under-privileged? How do you figure that?” I raised one eyebrow inquiringly as I smiled back.
But I took her right foot in both hands, teasingly dragging my fingernails up the sole from heel to toes and eliciting a small, “Eek, ticklish!” from her as she squirmed. Then she relaxed as I began massaging her foot, not forgetting her ankle and her lower calf.
“Aaahh,” she murmured, eyes closed and a blissful expression settling onto her features, “that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
Then she opened her eyes again, picking up her wine glass to sip from it. “And speaking of talking,” she continued, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“We’ve had a couple of discussions now about possibly – ummm – sharing our bed with other people, providing we both agree on actually doing it, and on the potential other person or people.” She cocked one eyebrow and I nodded for her to continue. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it again recently, and I think it might be a good idea, if you’re still interested.”
“Yeah, I’m still interested,” I replied, “and I’ve thought about it too, but I didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”
“Oh sweetheart,” she said, “you don’t need to worry about that. You know I’d tell you if I felt uncomfortable, or felt you were pushing too hard.” She smiled, dropped her feet to the deck, and leaned forward to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, resuming her former position, she continued, “So we’re agreed that it’s something we’d both enjoy. Have you put any thought into just who we might like to share our bed with?”
“Actually,” I replied, “I have considered that. And I’ve tried to take your preferences into consideration as well – at least as much as I can.” She looked attentively at me, and I continued. “What would you think of Ken and Lisa, either together or singly?”
Elaine’s smile returned to her face, and gradually grew broader. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that,” she said, “’cause I’ve been thinking the same.”
“Just goes to show you,” I said, “we’re a good team. As we’ve always been.” I smiled, somewhat smugly.
Elaine laughed. “Yeah, we are that.”
“Anyway,” she continued, “I hoped you’d agree, with both the idea of the sex and the idea of Ken and Lisa as possible partners.” She hesitated briefly, then continued. “You see, love, Ken came by today … and I’ve already had his clothes off and his ass in bed.” She blushed a bit. “I hope you’re not mad at me for jumping the gun … or jumping his bones, as it may be.”
I was a bit surprised, and said so, but I assured her that I wasn’t angry, and that I hoped she’d had fun. She blushed some more and said, “Oh yeah, I had fun alright! And I made sure Ken had fun, too!”
The following is the story she told me about her day.
We’ve been doing some renovations on our house, doing whatever work we could handle by ourselves, and contracting out the stuff we couldn’t do. It happens that our friend Ken is an electrician, which is fortunate since electricity is something that we definitely wouldn’t mess with. Changing a lightbulb or re-setting a breaker, sure, no problem. Installing wiring or changing a breaker, no, uh-uh, no way. Happily, Ken had volunteered to do the electrical work, as long as we provided parts and materials … and beer or wine, just “to make sure I don’t forget how to swallow.” These terms were perfectly acceptable, so Ken said he’d drop by the house whenever he had downtime from his paying jobs. Once again, perfectly acceptable terms, from the sort of friend everyone wishes for.
Ken had called the house that morning to see whether anyone would be home, since he had time to come over and install some new pot-lighting that was going into our kitchen. Elaine said she’d be home, and to just come by whenever he was ready. Ken arrived around nine o’clock and got right at the job, saying he wanted to be done while the day was still relatively cool because he had to do an attic crawl to install the new wiring, and the attic was guaranteed to be hot after the sun had been on the roof for awhile. So he laid out and cut the holes for the new lighting, then headed up to the attic to do the wiring. In an hour, maybe an hour and a half, he was done. Elaine declared herself pleased with the new lights and directed Ken to sit down at the kitchen table while she got him a cold one from the fridge. That beer was gone fairly quickly – it was hot in the attic, after all – and Elaine offered another one.
Ken grinned wryly at her, but said, “I’d like to have another beer, but even more I’d like to get home and shower and change my clothes. I’m grungy and sweaty, and I’ve got fibreglass insulation all down my shirt, and it’s itchy!” He groaned theatrically and squirmed in his chair, scratching his back against the upright part of the chair-back.
“Well,” Elaine replied, “why don’t you shower here? You’re a little taller than Rick, but I’m sure he’s got some shorts and a t-shirt that’d fit you, so you don’t have to put your itchy work clothes back on, and you can have another beer, too!” Then she hesitated. “Unless you’ve got another job to do today?”
“Nope, I don’t have anything else that has to be done today. And yeah, a shower and clothes without fibreglass in ‘em sounds really good.”
Elaine smiled at him. “And since you’re good enough to do this work without charging for the labor, I hereby volunteer to wash your back for you. I can just reach in with a washcloth, so you don’t need to be embarrassed.”
Ken’s expression was surprised, and he smiled but didn’t say anything. Elaine said to him, “You know where the shower is, and there’re towels in the cabinet. Go ahead whenever you want.”
“Okay.” Ken stood up, slipped his work boots off and left them by the door, then disappeared down the hall, and shortly Elaine heard the shower running. She smiled to herself, drained her glass of wine, and stood. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, baring her breasts with a slight shiver. Then she unzipped her shorts, pushed them down with her panties, and stood there for a moment enjoying the feel of the slight breeze coming in the open window on her naked body. Then she shivered slightly once again, and padded nude down the hall where Ken had led. When she reached the bathroom door, she opened it and slipped in, gazing at the shape of Ken’s body outlined on the frosted glass of the shower doors.
“Ken,” she called softly, “if you want to face the wall, I’ll open the shower door and wash your back for you now.” She saw him turn, and when she opened the door he was leaning his forearms against the wall, with his forehead resting against them. She quietly stepped into the shower behind him, careful to avoid touching him. She picked up the soap and lathered her hands first, then began working the lather across Ken’s shoulders and down his back, stopping for now at his hips.
Ken moved, as though to turn around, but she stopped him. “No, stay there. I’m not done yet.”
He subsided, and she quickly lathered her breasts and belly, then set the soap down on its ledge. Pressing her body against his back, she slipped her hands down his sides to his ass, caressing it gently. Then she slid her hands around, across his hipbones, and grasped his semi-erect cock in her right hand as her left went slightly lower to cup his balls. She gently squeezed his cock as she stroked it firmly from head to base and back, bringing him to full erection immediately. For a few moments she continued, slowly stroking his rock-hard cock while she rubbed her soapy, slippery body against his back.
At last she stepped back a bit, saying huskily, “You can turn around now if you like.”
Ken straightened and turned to face her, and his eyes traveled over her, from head to toe, but he didn’t do any more than look. She tilted her head back to regard him, released his cock, and slipped her hands around his neck and behind his head, urging him to kiss her. As he bent to accept the invitation, she dropped her hands back down to his cock and balls, stroking and caressing them as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
The water pouring from the shower head soon rinsed the soap from their bodies. Elaine continued her gentle ministration to Ken’s cock, and he began to explore her body. His hands were feather-light, tracing her eyebrows, the line of her nose, the bow of her lips. She closed her eyes as he bent to kiss her again, and she moaned softly as his fingers stroked her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, lightly pinching her nipples, and then she moaned again as one hand dropped down across her belly and slipped between her thighs. His questing middle finger found the slick heat of her cunt, and slid between her lips, penetrating her and making her gasp quietly. Then she had to gasp again, more loudly, as he withdrew his finger, sliding it forward and up to brush across her clit. She dropped her hand down to his, covering it and holding it to her pussy.
To be continued.