Bob and Nancy a mature wife share - Chapter Three
As the new week began our life returned to its normal rhythm and any thoughts that I had about Nancy and Graham were slowly pushed to the back of my mind. There was no let-up in the heatwave and Nancy and I spent our time between lazing around in our garden and driving to our favourite pub that sat beside the river that flowed past our village for lunch.
It was Wednesday and we’d just had a lovely light lunch and were relaxing in the beer garden at the rear of the pub. It was so peaceful, it was the middle of the afternoon and most people were working so it wasn’t as busy as it was at weekends, but there were still a few people dotted around the garden.
There were a couple of guys, maybe in their late forties or early fifties who were sat about ten yards away from us. Throughout our lunch I’d noticed that they had both glanced across to us, well I assumed to Nancy. She wore a lovely sleeveless summer dress with a light floral pattern, it hung loosely and swayed over her bare legs as she walked.
As we chatted a glanced across and caught them looking several times. I leaned across and told her, she blushed and shook her head, but she couldn’t resist checking it out for herself. I smiled as she turned her head back to me after looking across.
“He smiled at me!” She gasped.
I nodded. “I know, I saw. Now, will you believe me that guys find you attractive?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply, just picked up her wine glass and sipped, but I could tell by her eyes and the slight reddening to her neck that she got my message.
Our daughter arrived at the weekend, along with our granddaughters and we spent all day on Saturday with them. Nancy was so happy. She loved to see them both, especially the little ones, as was I, and we both enjoyed having them all with us.
It was a beautiful day and we spent most of it in the garden. The kids enjoyed playing on the grass. We still had some of our daughter’s old toys in the spare rooms and we brought them down and as the temperature climbed I was persuaded to get out the old inflatable paddling pool and after inflating it and filling it with water, the two girls used it to cool down throughout the afternoon. It was just like old times as I sat on my lounger and watched the girls splash about in the pool.
It was a fantastic day and I was so disappointed when they had to leave. Nancy tried to persuade Rachel to stay the night, but she said that she couldn’t, but after much badgering by her mother, agreed that they would all come to visit next time and stay for the weekend.
The following day, Sunday we were invited to a ‘street barbecue’ to be held in one of our neighbour’s gardens a few doors away. We’d been to a few of these in the past, it was a friendly community that we lived in and gatherings like this were not out of the ordinary.
We arrived with beer and wine in hand and I handed them to our hosts, Jean and Alan and joined the others who had assembled in the garden at the rear of their house. Their house and garden were much larger than ours. They had one of the largest properties in the street. It was a detached property and had five bedrooms, my wife had often commented that she would have loved to live in the house. They were a popular couple and most of the residents of the street were there, including Graham.
As the afternoon progressed I found myself at the bottom of the garden with Graham. With beers in hand, we sat on the sleepers that formed one of the raised beds that he had put in and chatted. As the drink flowed we loosened up and I nudged him.
“Okay, mate. Let’s see. Which of our friends you would take home right now and fuck, and which ones you’d take out for a coffee?”
He nodded. “Okay. I haven’t played that since I was a teenager, but I’ll give it a go.”
I started things off. “Okay, Sandra!”
He glanced across at her, she was sat with a group of women in a small circle of sun loungers and chairs.
“Fuck. Definitely fuck!” He said.
He glanced around. “Helen!”
I stared at her, Helen was a woman in her fifties and married to a teacher who, although a nice guy, seemed incredibly uninteresting. I sighed.
“Fuck! I think she’s got so much pent up frustration there it would be some ride.”
We laughed and continued our little game and worked our way around our circle of female friends. We had some interesting decisions and laughed a lot, it was my turn to ask;
He looked at me, “Nancy?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, my wife.”
He blushed, “Robert!”
I laughed, come on, we said honesty!”
He sat up now, “I know but she’s your wife!”
I smiled, “I know, but right now she’s just one of our friends. So is it fuck, or coffee? and remember, be honest.”
He didn’t know what to say, I pressed him. “Come on mate. It’s just a drinking game, what’s it going to be?”
He was so embarrassed.
“Well, I couldn’t reject her, I couldn’t hurt her feelings. Couldn’t I have both?”
I shook my head and smiled. “So?”
He sighed, “Fuck.” he whispered, blushing.
I laughed. “Good.”
He looked at me incredulously. “Good?”
I nodded and stared at my wife who was oblivious to what we were talking about and would be so embarrassed if she knew. I watched her laughing as she chatted with the others in the circle of chairs.
“Yes, because that’s what she wants,” I said, calmly, and without taking my eyes off her.
I slowly turned my head to look at him, he was staring at me, his mouth open. I smiled.
“We both do.”
He didn’t know what to say, he was speechless. I tried to read his thoughts, his expression was one of shock and I wasn’t sure if I’d blown it or not, so I broke the tension.
“Okay, your turn to ask,” I said and looked towards our friends dotted around the garden.
I waited, he was silent for a while then, with a croak in his voice he resumed our game.
“Er, Carol.” He managed to say.
We finished our game, and I stood and took his empty bottle.
“I’ll get us another,” I said and walked away leaving him staring straight ahead, though I knew who he was looking at.
I returned with a cold beer each, and two burgers, I handed him one and sat down.
“These burgers are delicious,” I said, biting into mine and acting as if nothing had happened.
I didn’t mention our conversation again for the rest of the afternoon, but I caught him several times looking at Nancy and then looking into space. I knew that he was thinking about what I’d said, and judging by the expression on his face I sensed that he was in turmoil. He wasn’t sure whether I was serious or not.
The afternoon was a success, and as people started to leave, we met up at the drinks table and made small talk about how great the party had been. He turned to me and looked at me.
“About earlier, you were just kidding, right?”
I patted him on his shoulder and stared at him. “No, I was serious, think about it.”
Then I turned and walked over to Nancy and handed her a glass of wine. I nodded towards him and raised my bottle, he nodded and then became involved in a conversation with another of our friends.
As I walked home with Nancy I told her about my conversation with Graham and our little game. She was a little drunk and her reaction was to giggle.
“He said that?” She said.
I nodded. “Yes, he did.”
“And you told him that it was what I wanted?” She added.
“I told him that was what we wanted honey,” I replied. “But he wasn’t sure that I was serious.”
We’d had a great day, but a tiring one and she went up to bed early. She wasn’t a great drinker and when she drank a little too much she tended to get sleepy, and that is what happened.
I was sat on the sofa, it was just after ten, and Nancy was fast asleep in bed. I was contemplating joining her when my mobile rang. It was Graham. After some pleasantries about the party, he said that he had sobered up now and needed to clear a few things up.
“Did I imagine that you said you wanted me to fuck Nancy?” He asked.
I smiled, although he couldn’t see it. “No, you didn’t imagine it,” I replied.
He sighed. “But why?” He asked.
I explained about my long-term fantasy, about our current situation, sexually, and how I thought that it would greatly improve Nancy’s sex life.
“But mostly mate, because she doesn’t think that she can attract another man, especially one as fit and as young as you. So I want to prove to her that she is still desirable.”
“Are you kidding Robert? She’s so desirable! She looks great, I can’t believe that she is sixty, she had the figure of a much younger woman.” He enthused.
As we chatted it was obvious that he was nervous. He was concerned about our friendship, he was also concerned that it was all about satisfying some gay fantasy that I had. I assured him that it wasn’t.
“ I want her to know that what I have been telling her is true. I want her to experience another man, I know that she is curious, but she has never raised it with me. I only want to watch, but if that is too much then I won’t, the most important person here is Nancy.” I said.
I could tell that he still had so many questions and that I would, at some point, have to get him and Nancy to talk about it. But for now, I was happy that I had him interested.
“Listen, Graham, she will want to know one thing only, that you agree to fuck her because you want to, not to do us a favour. And if you agree then you do everything that you can to give her the time of her life.”
I heard him breathing as he thought about it.
“This is difficult, you’re her husband, and my friend.”
I smiled. “It’s because you’re our friend, that we asked you, and not someone else. That, and the fact that she has the hots for you.”
This surprised him, “she does?”
I told him how she told me that she got so wet when they talked the other day, this pleased him, he told me that he walked away from that conversation with a raging hard-on.
“I couldn’t stop staring at her breasts.” He said.
I smiled, I could sense that he was blushing as he said that.
“Look, Graham. Sleep on it, let the alcohol get out of your system and we can talk about it when you are ready.”
We said goodnight and I climbed the stairs feeling very happy. I slipped into bed, careful not to wake her, my news could wait until the morning.