Entertaining a Foreign Guest


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Desc: Erotica Sex Story: An Australian man encourages his wife to date a visiting American serviceman

I had left the front porch light on when I went to bed about half an hour ago. I was still awake and heard the car drive up our driveway and stop, the headlights turn off and the motor switched off. It must have been at least twenty minutes later before I heard the front door open, so I turned our bedside light on.

Jan came in looking a little dishevelled, but with a big smile on her face, even though there was no lipstick on her lush lips.

"Hello Grant, darling, you didn't have to wait up for me" she whispered, making sure she didn't wake our children.

"I didn't darling, I came to bed almost an hour ago, but hadn't fallen asleep. I just put the light on now for you" I replied, watching her as she removed her dress, revealing her sexy body just covered in a pair of very brief lacy panties that were her preferred covering if she wasn't wearing a g-string or even nothing at all under her dress.

"Did you have a good night though?" I added.

"Yes, he turned out to be 35 year old, tall dark and handsome, with the emphasis on dark. I guess he must be a full blooded African American, I think they like to be known as" she told me, then continued "he took me to a nice restaurant, ensured I ordered whatever I wanted and got a really nice bottle of white wine. We had a lovely long conversation over dinner, he was most interesting to talk to and I was able to tell him about Sydney and where to go, seeing he had only been in the country five days."

"So you enjoyed his company then?" I probed.

"Yes, he was a real gentleman, held my arm as we walked, opened the door for me and looked after me very well. It was a great first date" she responded.

"I take it from that there will be a second date then?" I asked.

"Well, yes, if you don't mind, darling. I had a great night out, so thanks so much for letting me go. Were the kids OK?" she asked belatedly, but I knew that wasn't a lack of love for them, just she seemed on a bit of a high, which wasn't surprising seeing that was the first time she had been out somewhere nice for seemingly ages.

"Exceptionally well behaved, although with you as their mother I guess that's not surprising. I had no trouble putting them to bed and I'm glad you got a nice night out and I'm very happy for you to have another one. You really deserve it. But how come you sat outside for so long, why didn't you invite him in?" I asked.

"Well I didn't want to disturb the kids at this late hour and I guess we sat and talked for a bit although he did kiss me goodnight. I hope you don't mind?" she told me shyly, smiling at me.

"Of course I don't, I just hope that you had a good night out, and if you enjoyed yourself, I assume you gave him a proper kiss" I told her glad she had enjoyed herself, but wondering if she had given him what she and I called a 'proper kiss' which usually involved tongue and breast fondling.

"At first he just kissed me briefly with a light thank you kiss on the lips, but as I had put my hands on his head and held him while he kissed me, he came back for a second and then a third kiss, each one more demanding than the first until, yes, he did put his in tongue in my mouth and I reciprocated. Was that alright?" she asked a little plaintively.

"Yes, but didn't he fondle those beautiful breasts?" I asked, sounding a little surprised.

"Only at the end, during our last kiss. He had a hand quite close to my breast and I moved suddenly so that his hand was on my breast outside my dress and I made no attempt to make him move it. He just gave me a quick squeeze as we separated from our embrace" she told me honestly, which was one thing we always were with each other. Not that either of us had ever had anything of a sexual nature to confess before. I'd been faithful to her since the day we started courting and I was extremely confident that she would be able to say the same thing.

"So I take it you enjoyed your goodnight kiss and cuddle then and are looking forward to more next week?" I asked with a soft smile on my face.

"Well yes, I guess I am, unless you would prefer I didn't kiss him goodnight" she replied.

"Don't be silly, darling, I am more than happy for you to kiss him goodnight and give him a cuddle, especially if he has given you a nice night out, providing of course that you enjoy it. But why don't you come here and let me make love to you. I'm all aroused from talking about him kissing and cuddling you" I told her.

Soon we were passionately making love and Jan seemed as aroused as I was, so I figured she must really have enjoyed her kiss and cuddle with Tom. As I kissed her sex, devoid of any pubic hair, which I loved, I could tell she was ready for me, aroused and wet, waiting to be penetrated. Naturally I didn't want to disappoint her, so I soon ensured that my throbbing erect penis was penetrating her.

Jan was eighteen when I started dating her, she had just finished college. I was four years older and had just finished university. Three years later we were married and during the next two and a half years she had born me a daughter and son. We both wanted to have our children while we were young, even though it meant we would struggle financially for a while.

Fortunately, at least for us although obviously not for her aunt, Jan's maiden aunt died and left us a small three bed-roomed house in an older suburb of Sydney. This enabled us to live on just my wage while Jan was a full time mum, something we both wanted and had agreed from the time we were married, at least until both our children had started primary school.

Now at 25, with our youngest just having had his second birthday, Jan still looked like she was too young to have two children. Being slim and athletic, very keen on attending the gym, she had quickly regained her figure each time after giving birth. And it was a figure worth regaining too. She was not overly tall, but beautifully proportioned with lovely medium sized firm breasts, that even after two children rarely required the wearing of a bra, except when exercising, of course. Her face was genuinely pretty, flanked with short auburn hair that I loved to run my fingers through. I was always proud to walk by her side.

She was also a particularly sexy woman and really enjoyed making love to me, very vocal and physical in her orgasms and not afraid to try different things. We both enjoyed oral sex and even occasional anal sex, with a vibrator thrown in infrequently as well. She was happy to show off her body, because she knew what a thrill that gave me, often wearing skimpy attire in public that let others see what they were missing out on, but mainly when we were not in our own neighbourhood.

Sometimes, when we went to a shopping mall away from where we lived, I would walk well behind her, catching the admiring glances and comments as she went up an escalator or bent over. These were the times when she was not wearing any panties or just a lacy g-string. On these occasions, she wouldn't wear a bra either and wore a dress that allowed frequent glimpses of her glorious globes.

Our sex on those nights would invariably be extra intense, extremely passionate, with frequent orgasms for her and a massive climax for me. It would not be unusual for me to even manage a second one.

One of the guys from the service club I belonged to had rung me on the Wednesday telling me he had a real problem. The club had arranged to provide dates for a group of visiting US servicemen who were in town for a month, for this Friday evening, just a couple of days after they arrived in Australia. It was simply meant to be a dinner date or the movies, just providing a bit of company for those who didn't want to go out on the town, bar crawling or visiting strip clubs and the like.

This afternoon, one of the girls had pulled out and he wanted to know if I knew any girls who could go out for a dinner date at the last moment. I thought for a while and then said "I'll ring you back in ten minutes. I think I've got the perfect girl for you."

Then I rang my darling wife and asked her how would she like to go out for dinner on Friday night to a real nice restaurant.

"But who will baby sit at this last minute and how can we afford it?" she asked with concern.

"I'll baby sit" I told her.

"So who's taking me out to dinner then and who's paying?" she asked understandably mystified.

I explained the situation, assuring her that her date would be paying for the privilege of her company. I told her I thought it would be a great opportunity for her to get out for a nice night out, assuring her it would be safe and that I'd happily look after our two little darlings. A little timidly she accepted, so I rang my friend back and told him the arrangements.

She was to be picked up by one of the organisers and then introduced to her date at the headquarters in town and the date would bring her home afterwards.

As I woke up and saw my delightful wife sleeping peacefully beside me looking extremely desirable I thought back to last night and was pleased that she had enjoyed the opportunity to get out of the house and have a nice time. We knew it would only be for a few short years, but since the children had been born, opportunities to go out had been few and far between, especially for her. I had work to go to and occasional work functions to attend, plus my monthly club meeting, but Jan had rarely got out for any social activities, assuming shopping didn't count as a social activity.

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