Dave and I watched Pat walk into the kitchen, both I think, wondering what if anything would happen tonight. We had invited Dave around for a meal and an experimental night.
Pat and I have been married for over forty years, and she looks as good to me as ever. She has a slim figure, long dark hair and brown eyes. Unfortunately, she as this thing about her breasts, she thinks they are too small, but they are in fact a very nice 36b.
Our sex life as always been good, though for some years we have watched porn to add a little extra something, and we have tried a few things out. We watched one movie, wife sharing and this seemed to intrigue Pat. First off, she wanted to know why men would want to see their wives having sex with another man, eventually asking me if I would want to watch her. I didn't say no, just that it was something I was willing to discuss.
Pat kept bringing the subject up, even when we were having sex, wondering what another man would feel like inside her or how he would taste. I should mention that at the time we were our only sex partners, neither of us had ever been with anyone else.
One morning at breakfast she said something about sharing so I said, "Ok, let's do it," and asked if she would prefer someone she knew or a stranger.
Her first reaction was for me not to be silly; she couldn't do anything like that. I got up saying it was time to go to work.
When she came over to give me a kiss, I said, "Think about it and let me know your decision tonight; a simple yes or no."
I reached down and pulled on the cord of her dressing gown. It fell open, revealing her naked body; I looked down and told her he would be a lucky guy, then went to work.
When I got home that night, Pat greeted me at the door with a smile and a beer.
Without even saying hi Pat said, "Yes," and went on to say she would prefer being shared with a friend, someone she could trust.
That night we talked it over, and Pat told me she would go along with most anything but needed to be in control, also for that first time not to expect too much.
I asked if she had anyone in mind, and she replied, "Dave."
We had been friends with Dave and his ex for many years; we still saw them both but Dave most regularly. She said she trusted him and knew that he liked her, and then to my surprise, admitted she had always had a little crush on him, though they had never done anything. I told her I was fine with that and rang Dave; Pat was listening when I told Dave what we were thinking and invited him for a meal on the weekend. He thought I was joking; even when Pat spoke to him, he still thought we were on something but agreed to come over.
Finally, the evening arrived.
I went into the bedroom to see what she was going to wear. Pat always sets out the clothes she is going to wear on the bed. I was a little surprised; there was a knee length dress with a modest neckline that fastened with buttons the full length. Also, there were matching lace bra and panties, and something I like, nylons and garter belt.
There was a knock on the door; Pat jumped, she looked at me and asked if we were doing the right thing.
I didn't answer, I just went to the door and let Dave in. When we returned Pat was standing in the middle of the room, Dave went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood by her side. There was a nervous tension in the room broken only by Dave asking if we were serious.
"Let's just try and have a lovely evening and see how things develop," Pat replied.
We went through our so called rules again with Dave, and while I was talking Dave put his arm around Pat, his hand on her shoulder. Pat looked up at him and nervously Dave asked if it was ok.
Pat said, "Perfectly," and put her arm around Dave's waist.
"I need to check on the food so while I'm there, shall get us some drinks. I won't be long." She said.
"That's a good idea," I said
Dave and I watched Pat walk into the kitchen both I think wondering what, if anything, would happen tonight. Dave asked me again if I was going to be ok if something happened tonight.
"I'm not sure how I'll feel. At the moment I'm just nervous for Pat and myself, but we did choose you because Pat thought she could trust you."
"I appreciate you saying that and I promise I will treat Pat with the utmost respect," Dave said.
Pat returned with our drinks and said that everything was ready. She gave Dave his drink, and when she handed me mine, I took the opportunity to undo the top button of her dress. She looked at me and smiled.
"Let's go in and eat," Pat said.
Pat took hold of Dave's arm and walked him to the dining room.
"Dave, why don't you give Pat a kiss," I said.
They looked at each other and then kissed, but quickly parted.
"Now with a bit of feeling," I said.
They kissed again, but this time much longer and with some passion, they put their arms around each other and Dave slid his hands down Pat's body until he reached her bottom. When they broke off, they both looked at me, presumably to see my reaction.
I just said, "Good, that's out of the way. Let's eat."
While we were eating a very nice meal, we made small talk, then Dave asked if he could ask a personal question.
Pat said, "Of course you can."
"Do you shave?".
Pat looked a little flustered, but said, "I presume you mean my pub -," she stopped herself, then continued, "You mean my pussy."
"Is that too personal?" Dave asked.
"No, you just caught me by surprise that's al., I do shave, but haven't for a while, so I have a full bush at the moment.
