At forty two years old, I'm a five foot seven inch blonde haired, brown eyed woman, married, and in an open relationship. My husband and I both enjoy ourselves with other partners, and keep no secrets about our encounters.
One night we attended a party thrown by the insurance company I work for, and though he was reluctant about going he agreed to go, after I told him I would make sure he would be handsomely rewarded.
The party was to be at my bosses home on a lake, with a pool, jacuzzi, and an open bar. Casual dress and swimsuits were the suggested attire, and a DJ would be there playing Beach music.
All of the women constantly fawned, and flirted with my husband every time he dropped by the office. His dark hair, hazel eyes and powerfully built frame, at six-two he is a handsome, and imposing guy.
The night of the party he wore a red polo shirt, dark blue cargo shorts, boat shoes and took his swim trunks with him, and insisted I wear a tight blue tank top with a built-in bra and white shorts with a matching lace thong, and that I take a very revealing high waisted black bikini.
When we arrived and parked his truck my boss and his wife greeted us and escorted us to the backyard, where the bar and pool were.
Music played, oysters were roasting, and about half of the people from the office were already there, drinking, dancing and swimming.
The bosses wife Amy was tipsy and had taken my husband's arm, leading us to the bar, and making sure we got our drink of choice, a margarita for me, beer for my husband as she had a tall glass of wine.
Amy is a five foot nine inch raven haired, former beauty queen and model with green eyes and a killer body with an expensive boob job, that she loves to show off.
Her sleeveless blouse zipped up and barely contained her breasts, her nipples jutting against the tight thin fabric, immediately caught my husband's attention, and she was smiling at me the entire time, as she commented on his arms and asked me why I had never brought him around.
Other people started showing up and she excused herself to greet them, as she walked away I heard my husband mutter softly something about plastic surgery and nice racks as he finished his beer and asked for another.
As the evening continued, Amy and two of my colleagues asked my husband to dance, and one of my male co-workers commented that my husband was light on his feet and asked why I wasn't dancing.
I try but I don't have much rhythm, I answered, and accepted another margarita while we talked, and joked about work.
It wasn't long before several of us had changed into our swimsuits and were cooling off in the pool, when I that Amy, one of my female colleagues and my husband were not in the crowd. At the time I really didn't give it much thought, I was a little buzzed and was enjoying the pool and the attention my colleague Andy was giving me.
I finally saw my husband at the bar talking with my boss and several of my colleagues, one of them was a new agent who was a young beautiful blonde, who constantly flirted with him.
