Eve. Perfection encapsulated in curves and mounds. Delicious nipples, cherries hanging provocatively from the vine. Fleshy pink lips, suggestively revealing the tip of a tangible tongue or the nub of a blissful bud... Gazing in wonder at these images in my husband's Ralph magazine had never before inspired such titillation in my soul. I had enjoyed many happy married years, a wonderful intimate friendship and increasingly satisfying sex life. Why then, all of a sudden, were my thoughts constantly being invaded by these prolific impressions of WOMAN. I had always had a great respect and admiration for the female form, and could not say that I had not gazed appreciatively from time to time at the breasts or backside of a friend. But the reflections were never more than a passing diversion...until now.
My eyes now firmly fixed on a photograph of two incredibly luscious specimens stroking each others thighs and bountiful cleavage, I allowed myself to imagine the delightful sensations of one of these creatures gently sucking on my body in wanton passion...
"Enjoying yourself Rubes?!" My husband's amused voice broke through my reverie, standing above me. I jumped, blushing furiously at being caught out gawking at such a picture. I quickly flipped the page and mumbled something about reading a good article. Paul smirked knowingly and raised his eyebrows.
"Whaaaat?!" My cheeks were burning now, but I could not hide the responsive smile playing on my lips.
"I like that photo too... very much!" He lowered his voice, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Yeh" I finally conceded "It's pretty erotic really, isn't it?" Silence. The air thick with provocation.
"Would you like to do something like that Ruby?" Paul proposed, disarming my sensibilities with his roguish smile and playful banter, as always.
I stared intently at my feet. "Well... I think I would, but..." The words rolled out in a whispered gush of air, releasing a yearning I didn't even realise I was harbouring. My doubts about my husband's reaction to such an admission clearly showing on my flushed face. Paul's hand instinctively reached down to lift my chin and force me to look into his eyes, still alight with interest.
"Ruby" he asserted slowly and deliberately "What I want... is for you to possess what you desire... I love you!" I rubbed my cheek gently into his hand, amazed at the openness of such a statement and yet totally secure in his good intention for me as his partner. "Thank you" I simply said.
A few weeks had passed since our stimulating conversation, and apart from a few teasing comments from Paul whenever a tv ad with a good looking woman came on, or the occasional mock remark at my surreptitious perving (through dark sunglasses!) at a passing lady's ass or tits, there had been no more discussion on the subject. I knew that Paul was excessively curious to discover if my aspirations were to remain simply that, or perhaps more... But I was determined, for now, to keep my increasing arousal to myself. I was perplexed, to say the least. Would introducing another person into our already fulfilled relationship be a mistake that could sabotage the sacredness of what we shared? If it was, I was certainly not willing to take that risk. But Paul had clearly expressed his consent to such an act and even seemed immensely turned on by the idea. Was this because his expectation was to be an intimate party to this experience of mine? And did that mean just 'watching', or was his presumption to actually be as involved in the events as I would be? If so, would I be able to handle watching my man be seduced and possibly thoroughly fucked, by another beautiful woman? SO many questions!! To jump into such a situation without setting some kind of boundaries seemed reckless and possibly ruinous to me...
Paul and I had planned to go camping the following weekend. We both loved the outdoors. The cosy campfire, the wildlife, the natural terrain - all making us feel so primal and carefree - a shared joy. A few days before our trip, I received a phone call from on old close school friend who I had lost contact with over the years (as she had moved interstate). She was back in town and had tracked me down, hoping for a catch up. I was elated to hear from her, as our bond had been fun and intense, as teenage girls often are! She suggested a visit on the weekend & I explained to her, with more than a little disappointment, that my husband & I had already planned a camping trip for the weekend.
"Camping?!" she exclaimed "Where are you going?"
"Oh, you know, just up to Boulder Valley. It's really secluded as not many people have discovered how lovely that place is yet. We usually have it all to ourselves this time of year" I babbled.
"Well, I don't suppose I could come to?" she practically implored "I mean, I don't want to impose or anything, so do feel free to say no... but I really do adore camping myself and it would be so great to see you and meet your man and everything..."
I hesitated. "Uhhhh..." So many things were rushing through my brain. Would Paul mind? Where would she sleep? What if she had turned into a really annoying bitch and totally screwed up our exclusive escapade?! "Sure... uhhh, I'll just go ask Paul and see what he reckons, hang on a tick will you?..." I placed the receiver down gently and went to find Paul. I quickly explained the proposition and, to my surprise, the first thing he said was "Is she hot?"
"Heeeey??!!"... Another different, and much more explicit set of images now assaulted my mind! I smiled, despite my shock at his words and replied "Well, since you asked so nicely, she was my best friend in school and yes, she is incredibly good looking actually!" I don't think I had ever seen my husband grin so outrageously. I almost laughed out loud at his candour, but then remembered my friend waiting on the line for an answer, so I simply said "So I'll take that as a YES then, my dear?" My voice dripping with sarcasm, but lighthearted all the while. A smirk and nod from Paul.
So this is how I found myself, nervously awaiting the arrival of Leandra, a mere few hours before our departure to Boulder Valley. Over the past few days, Paul and I had engaged in a long overdue conference on what on earth we were getting ourselves into. A few considerations were the obvious boundaries that would need to be in place regarding the level of both our involvement, to maintain security and integrity in our own relationship. That was remarkably easy, in fact. The only real question remaining was; was Leandra that kind of woman? Only time would tell...
Early Saturday morning, as she pulled up in the driveway, my anxiety turned quickly to excitement as she jumped out of the car with a squeal and ran to my embrace. It really was wonderful to see each other again. Some people come into your life like a whirlwind and leave in the same manner, but the soul-ties remain, and when you do finally re-unite, it's as if they never left. Indisputably, our friendship was just that. Introductions aside, I discovered Paul, on more than one occasion, sneaking a few appreciative scans of Leandra's still gorgeous body. She had on a tight and low cut red singlet and miniscule white shorts that revealed a skimpy white thong underneath when the sun shone on her backside. I was having trouble concentrating on her mindless chatter myself, preoccupied with visions of our bodies naked and writhing by the firelight... If only she knew what we were thinking!!
The drive in was uneventful, except to say that, the conversation relieved my fears that Leandra might have become a person I would no longer be attracted to. On the contrary, she was exceptionally friendly, confident & intelligent - talking easily about her life and interests, with passion. Paul, sensing my building arousal for Leandra, kept giving me furtive glances and smiles of encouragement as I animatedly lured her into an understanding that we did (indeed!) think she was a fantastic woman, keeping intense eye contact at all times & brazenly resting my hand on her thigh, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for me. It was not though, and the enticement of this secret fresh pleasure was making me so wet and horny, that I kept squirming in my seat, allowing the seam of my pants to rub erotically on my buzzing clit. Arriving at the picturesque campsite that was to be our home for the next three days, we enthusiastically set up the tent and our belongings. Leandra had insisted that she would be happy to sleep under the stars by the fire in her swag, so we were done in no time and feeling ready to explore. Paul insisted on staying behind to "fix up a few things" whilst I suspect by his playful wink, that he was really trying to give me some time alone with Le, to gauge her possible willingness to be 'seduced'.
As we set off, I was feeling a little guilty and debauch at the rampant intent of my mind to fulfil the longings I had been meditating on without resolve for months. Leandra put me at ease though, looping her arm through mine and walking in comfortable silence beside me. The skin on our arms rubbed slightly as we jostled together, causing ripples of pleasure to run through my body. The hair on my arm began to rise and prickle with excitement as I tried not to obsess about wanting to stop right there and kiss her with abandon. As if reading my thoughts (as I was certain I had not voiced my imaginings?!), Leandra squeezed my hand and smirked provocatively at me. I was a little bewildered. Was she flirting with me or was I floating into a delicious dream? She suddenly let go of my arm and skipped off ahead on the path, laughing merrily. My pulse quickened as I tried to decipher what I should do next. But I did not have the time to dwell on it, as Leandra had apparently sighted something of interest just off the track. As I caught up, I stopped short, mesmerised by the captivating site of Leandra's ass in the air, all round and edible, her white thong peeking through the top of her shorts and the cuffs riding right up her lovely crevice. She was bending right over to look at something on the ground... but she sure was taking her sweet time! Not that it bothered me in the slightest! I was totally incapacitated to say or do anything other than STARE. She shuffled her feet a little, making her ass swing back and forth, the motion almost hypnotizing me as time seemed to stand still.
When she sensed my arrival, rather than stand up, Leandra peeped around from the bottom of her long tanned legs and giggled at my gawking face.
"Gosh, you've got it bad girl haven't you?!" she teased. The realisation rapidly descended upon me, that Le was in no way ignorant of my attention to and desire for her. The momentary embarrassment of the situation, however, was overcome by Leandra getting up and closing the gap between us. My mind went blank, as if suspended in a haze, as she sauntered toward me. Our eyes locked on each other, but I was painfully aware of her every move, the swaying of her hips, the slight bounce of her breasts with every step and the absolute stillness of everything else around us, bar the distant sound of running water. Only inches from my face now, she picked up my hands in hers and smiled bewitchingly, her dimples framing her sensuous mouth, her eyes glittering with eagerness.