20th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

My wife and I went to Miami to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We hadn't really talked about playing around until we got down there, feeling so relaxed and free and good, like anything was possible. It was around the third day, after fucking our brains out, that she started to talk about how open she felt about her body, her physical nature and our relationship. Naturally, I was intrigued by all of this.

Marie is Italian by heritage. She is just over five feet with creamy skin and beautiful brown eyes, with long curly black hair that has a touch of grey in it. There's a beauty mark-- a mole-- on her neck and she has classic Mediterranean cheekbones. She's got a great shapely ass, beautiful small tits with pink areolas, pokey nipples and a triangle bush over a lovely bow-tie pussy with a clit that sticks out a bit when it's hard. She's petite but athletic in bed. She's a tiger when she wants to be-- she'll hint at slight domination and control when I want it-- but a purring cat, too, losing herself when getting fucked. She wears dark eyeliner out on the town, just the right shade of slutty. After a few drinks, she's willing to walk out on the tightrope a little.

One evening, we were at the bar. The bartender-- youngish, twenties, blonde/brown named Jack-- was friendly and we hung out there with him drinking. It was pretty quiet, a Tuesday night in April. My wife wore a white button blouse and black skirt and pumps. Her bra and panties were black lace. At one point she said that she thought Jack seemed nice. After she got up to use the washroom, I noticed him watching her walk away and, after she left, he told me that I was a lucky man. I asked him what he meant and he said that to have a good relationship after all those years and an attractive wife was a real achievement. I thanked him. Then, after a moment, I joked that, when she returned, I bet she'd have another button open on her blouse. She would have looked in the mirror, felt good about what she saw and popped it. I said that's the way she gets when she drinks and he kind of laughed and raised his eyebrows.

She came back with three open buttons, which meant you could easily see the slope of her cleavage. When Jack came over to ask about our drinks, I saw him look down at her, and then he looked at me. My wife has beautiful creamy breasts, and they were more or less exposed. I let my hand drop inside her thigh, which I stroked. Then I told her what Jack had told me.

-He's sexy, too, she said.

-You like him?

-Ya.

She brought her mouth to my ear and said something that got me raging hard:

-I wonder if he has a big dick?

I asked if she could tell by looking, but she said she needed to get closer. Jack returned and told us that he had to use the washroom and could we just keep an eye on the bar for a second. We said sure. After he left, my wife excused herself and followed in the same direction. What happened next is something she only told me later.

Apparently, she'd camped outside the men's washroom. When he came out, she was there, leaning against the wall; just the right shade of slutty. She greeted him, and as she did, she undid another button-- this meant that her blouse was practically fully open-- and told him that she really liked him. He thanked her and then she asked if he'd like to see more. He asked about me, but she said not to worry about me; we were open (which we weren't, really). He said he couldn't do anything right there, but asked about later. He told her that he was done by midnight and she gave him our room number. She told him to tell me that she was going upstairs.

He returned to the bar. He told me what Marie had said and I settled up. I asked if there was anything to see this time of the night, and he suggested fireworks later on the beach. I told him that would work, and excused myself. When I got to the room, Marie laid on the bed and broke the news that, in 30 minutes, Jack would be coming upstairs. I was amazed and turned on by her decisiveness. She removed her blouse and bra, hiked her skirt, and ordered me to get her ready.

I went down on her. She was soaking wet. She talked about what was going to happen. It was incredibly hot. Eventually, there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, Jack was there. At first he seemed freaked out to find me in the room, but I told him not to worry and to come in. I said everything was cool, even though it was still a bit of a surprise to me. By now, Marie was naked on the bed, her legs slightly open.

-You sure everything's cool?

-Yes, fine, I said. I'll just be here, I told him, pointing at a chair by the bed.

Marie told him to come over, and he did. She reached out and touched him through his pants. She moved her hand over the outline of his cock. Then she told him to get naked.

He was smooth-chested, with a little blonde bush. His ass was as perfect as you can imagine. He had a nice cock, sticking straight out once released from the whites of his underwear; fat and about 7 inches, cut and veiny, which I've always secretly found kind of attractive. Marie isn't a great cocksucker, so she only gave a passing lick of the head before bringing him on top of her. They went straight to fucking-- rhythmic and strong-- and I've never heard Marie moan like that. I sat in my chair and jerked my cock, which wasn't any smaller than Jack's, really. I think Marie wished he might have better stamina, but after maybe 10 minutes, he bucked and came hard into her. He laid next to her for awhile fingering her pussy and they watched me cum from my chair only a few moments before Marie came, too. Jack asked to use the shower, and we said he could. Marie asked if he wanted company and he said, "Sure."I didn't think it was my place to join in. They walked naked across the floor and closed the door. They were in there a long time.