Wifes 2006

I and my wife am a quit active couple, and we like to pass time with friends on excursions as well as at home, over a dinner or a nice glass of wine. Recently we have been spending time with a colleague of mine, working at the same research department, and his wife. We have been working at the same department for five years now, and I have known his wife since we started to socialize with them, about one and a half year ago. While my colleague has turned into one of my best friends, my colleges wife appears to be getting along quit well with my wife. My wife is fairly athletic, with short dark hair, while my colleges wife (Ill call her Rachel in this text), has a more female appearance, with a more “shaped” body and long and dark hair. Rachel does not necessary dress challenging, or extra sexy in any way, but she has certainly made my mind play some dirty games with me lately. However, for some time I thought that my mind was the only dirty thing about her. Always properly dressed, in blouses and skirts, or jeans which do not challenge the society in any way. That is, apart from advertising her nicely curbed body beneath the clothes. But no excesses of skin or visible under wares.

Therefore it surprised me the more when I caught her, about a year ago, playing with herself quit openly. Or at least, if not public, not particularly discrete. We had spent the day in the woods; me, my wife, my friend, and Rachel. We had been mushroom picking, as my wife enjoys the woods in general and mushroom picking in particular. After having had lunch as picnic, we had split up the four of us. My wife and my friend had been walking along a small forest way, Rachel had walked into the woods, and so had I. I had lost my wife and my colleague almost direct as they walked in another direction, but I kept track of Rachel for yet some time, but eventually lost track of her too. At least until I almost walked straight into her in a small opening in the wood. She was sitting leaning towards a log, still wearing here blouse while her jeans and her panties were down here ankles. Blushing red in here face and shoulders, she moaned quietly as she worked her cunt and clitoris with one hand, and held on to a stick coming out from the log behind her with the other. Her fingers worked in small short fast circles over her cunt, sometimes briefly letting a finger deep inside herself. Her face and throat was red, her eyes closed, and she was letting short quiet moaning sounds over her lips. Not quit the way I expected to find Rachel, nevertheless, very welcome. She did not see me on the other side of the opening (at least I think so), but I stayed around slightly out of her sight to hear and see here complete orgasm, and also to get a better glimpse of here legs and her cunt. And of course for the joy of getting aroused. While watching here there in the woods, fingering herself and getting off from it, I ended up with a bone hard dick almost blowing away the bottom in my jeans (I took it out on my wife later that evening, fucking her for half an hour but being with Rachel in my thoughts).