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My wife, Stephanie, was always a pretty conservative woman. She grew up in a fairly religious home. They weren't fanatical about it, but went to church most Sundays and her parents never cursed in the house or let her see them *******...though they did actually *******. Stephanie is a natural blonde with 34C tits and a cute ass, although she has put on some weight in the 20 years we've been married I still find her beautiful. We dated for about 2 years before we got married, she was 22 and I was 25. During that time, she slowly opened up a bit. We watched the occasional porn together, though she never really seemed to get into it, and I even got her to go to a nude beach once...but she would only take her top off. About a month before we tied the not a friend asked if he could smoke a joint while we were on his boat. I told him it was ok. I had smoked a bit in my life but not a lot. Steph had never tried it before but, surprisingly, she wanted to give it a try. We were anchored near a small cove and there were only 2 or 3 other boats around. It was a common swimming hole.
Ricky lit the joint and we passed it around a few times. Stephanie seemed to enjoy how she felt. She was talking and laughing a lot and seemed very animated. As for me, I felt a bit sleepy so I decided to jump in the water to try and wake up. I removed my shirt and shoes and jumped in. As I swam around I called to them to join me. Ricky removed his shirt and flip flops and then jumped in the water. Stephanie stood their watching us and laughing but wouldn't join us. After about 20 minutes we both got out and Ricky asked her if she'd like to smoke another joint. She said she would love to, so he lit one up. I tried to pass because I didn't want to fall asleep, but they both harassed me until I took a few hits.
By now, a few more boats had pulled up and anchored nearby...there were about 7 or 8 there now. The cove was partying with music blasting, people dancing on their boat and in the shallow area of the lake. Stephanie was enjoying herself dancing with Rick and even smoking more weed. I was sitting on one of the padded benches watching it trying not to nod off...I know, very lame! At one point, Steph removed her top and starting shaking her tits at the other partiers! I was shocked by this, but definitely awake now. Soon, ladies from a few other boats were topless as well. I'd never seen Stephanie get wild before, but here she was in front of Rick, who was 20 years older than us, dancing with him topless. At one point he threatened to throw her overboard but she said she didn't want to get her clothes wet. So, what does she do? She stripped naked and jumped in!
Nothing more really happened that day, no sex or anything. But it was an eye opener for me. When we discussed it the next day she just went on and on about how great she felt and how much fun it was! After that, I started keeping some weed at home. Each time we smoked it, Stephanie became someone else. She loved to smoke before going to clubs and would often flash when we did.
Fast forward several years. We had purchased a house in an older neighborhood. The house was nice but not fancy, the neighborhood was ok with mostly older people living there...late 50s or late 60s. We had 1 house which was to our left. An elderly black couple, probably in their mid 70s, lived there. The wife clearly had health issues and passed away about 6 months after we moved there. I got to know Clyde pretty well, he helped me with repairs on the house, Steph and I took him out to dinner a few times. He was clearly lonely, but never let on. We had mostly stopped smoking pot at the time, though we still did on occasion when we went out of town. I hadn't purchased any for quite a while but decided to one day when I met Ricky for drinks. When I got home I told Steph we would smoke some that weekend if she wanted. She wasn't sure because we weren't going anywhere, so I just placed it in the nightstand drawer.
Friday evening I got home and saw Clyde sitting in his garage drinking. I walked over and asked him what was going on, he didn't usually ******* as far as I knew. He seemed upset and had a hard time talking. It was the one year anniversary of his wife passing away. I felt really bad for him so we talked for about an hour, but he had stopped drinking and seemed to be sobering up a bit. I asked him if he was hungry, he was, so I invited him to our house for dinner. I wasn't sure what we may be having, but Stephanie usually made a decent meal since she worked from home on Friday, usually working on a presentation for the following week. We went inside and I saw she'd made lasagna and had it sitting on the counter. There was a note saying I should go ahead and eat and she'd join me "As soon as she could".
I told Clyde to have a seat and fixed us each a plate of food and a salad. We weren't talking much as we ate, I was keeping an eye on Clyde not wanting him to get depressed again. As we sat at the dining room table rock music began to play over the speakers in the living room. I told Clyde that Steph should be joining us and apologized for how loud it was. He seemed to perk up a bit because he's always loved Steph. We were both facing the hallway to our bedroom waiting for her to join us for dinner. It was a couple of minutes before she came dancing into the room wearing nothing but a short, sheer nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, smoking a joint! She had yet to notice that we had company because she was dancing and spinning around. I was shocked, Clyde looked at me and then back at her and seemed to love it. Stephanie was singing as she danced and finally looked our way. She stopped dancing when she saw us and burst out laughing!
That was not the reaction I expected, but I loved it just the same. She didn't seem to care that she was basically naked. She walked over to Clyde and gave him a hug, her ass and pussy visible from behind as she did. She then came over and gave me a hug and kissed me. As she was bent over I could see her tits down her nightgown and I'm sure Clyde had the same view when she hugged him, and now had the same view of her ass and pussy! She sat down at the table for a minute, we were just finishing up our dinner, and apologized saying
"I'm sorry for the music, dancing and pot, I didn't know you were coming for dinner."
Clyde just laughed and said "No problem! I love music and, if you have anymore, I'd love to smoke some too!"
Stephanie laughed and said she'd get us another joint and got up clearing the dishes and said she'd be right back. We got up and moved to the living room. Clyde sat on the loveseat and I sat on the sofa. Steph had turned the music down to a more reasonable level and then came back in, sat down by Clyde, and lit a joint. I had assumed she'd change while she was back there, but all she did was put on the sheer robe that came with the nightgown...so basically she was still pretty much naked. We passed the joint around until it was gone and she lit another. I was already feeling it, that sleepiness hitting me, so I declined to smoke more. When they finished that joint, I got up to go get them another. When I returned, they were having a fairly deep conversation. I set the joint on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. Clyde was talking about his wife's passing, Stephanie was holding his hand and listening intently. I just watched, eventually laying back on the sofa.
As they talked, Stephanie asked if he wanted to smoke more...he did. They talked and passed the joint back and forth. Finally, the conversation turned toward something less depressing. They began joking around and Steph was once again giggling like a kid. Clyde would say something funny and she'd laugh and grab onto his arm. One of Stephanie's favorite songs started playing and she got up and started dancing again. As she did, her robe kept getting tangled so she removed it and tossed it on a chair. She was singing along with the song and dancing, spinning, and having a great time. She danced over to Clyde and grabbed his hands telling him to dance with her. He tried to refuse but she wouldn't take no for an answer. He finally stood up and they danced together for a couple of songs before he sat back down. I was nodding off, trying to stay awake, but eventually I fell asleep.
I don't think I slept long, but I'm not sure exactly how long. When I woke up, Stephanie was once again dancing. She was almost lap dancing for Clyde standing right in front of him. She had lit another joint and leaned over to blow smoke into Clyde's mouth when she lost her balance and fell into him. They both laughed as she sat on his lap, his hands were on her thigh and bare ass due to shortness of the nightgown. She just sat there as they smoked the rest of the joint. She finally stood up and placed the small roach in an ashtray and sat back down beside him. I just lay there pretending to sleep and watched.
The whole scene was surreal. My usually conservative wife was more or less naked, sitting on our love seat with a black man who was probably her grandfather's age, acting as if it was the most normal thing ever. An old song came on, "Touch Me" by Samantha Fox, and Stephanie got up and started dancing again. She was now LITERALLY giving him a lap dance. She straddled his legs as she danced in front of him singing along with the song. She leaned in with her hands on the back of the loveseat shaking her ample tits in his face. He finally got up the nerve to place his hands on her sides as she danced. She then turned and leaned back into him and SHE placed his hands on her tits!
Clyde looked over my direction, but I was still asleep as far as he could tell. As she danced he squeezed and rubbed her tits while she was grinding her ass on his crotch. She then stood up and bent over in front of him, she looked back over her shoulder and slapped her ass...smiling at him all the while! When the song ended, she quickly went and got some more pot and returned. As they smoked a joint and nice, slow song came on and Clyde asked her to dance to THAT with him.
Stephanie said "Ok, but I'm a terrible slow dancer."
They stood and wrapped their arms around each other swaying to the music. Clyde whispered something to her but I couldn't hear it. Stephanie just smiled at him and hugged him tighter. As they danced, his hands made their way down to her ass...under her nightgown. She didn't make a move to stop him so he kept them there for the rest of the song. When it was over, he sat down and Stephanie danced by herself to 3 or 4 more songs before finally lighting another joint and then hopping on the loveseat with Clyde. As they smoked the joint, she crawled into his lap sideways, leaning back against the arm of the loveseat. They took turns giving each other a "shotgun" with their lips just a fraction of an inch apart. When it got too small, she leaned over and placed it in the ashtray but didn't move from where she was.
Clyde was looking at her, both of them clearly high as hell. Finally, he leaned down and kissed my young, white wife and she kissed him back. As they kissed, he slid his hand under her nightgown and up to her tits and began fondling them and playing with her nipples. Soon, he slid his hand down to her pussy and began to play with it. I could hear her start to moan a bit as he did and saw her start wiggling around on him. She eventually broke their kiss and let out a soft gasp then started to breath heavily.
I heard her moan softly "Oh my...that feels so good."
Clyde moved her so that she was lying on her back on the loveseat and then removed her nightgown. Again she didn't resist at all and he knelt beside her kissing and sucking her tits as he made her come with his fingers. When she came it wasn't a loud scream, she didn't shake all over. She simply arched her back and let out another soft moan "Oh Clyde...Oh yes." He got her off 3 times like that before she finally said she couldn't handle another orgasm.
Stephanie then said "Take your pants off so I can take care of you."
"No, I can't. I haven't been able to get an erection for a long time, though I enjoy playing still."
She asked if he was sure, but he said he was. He sat back on the loveseat and she leaned against his shoulder, his arm around her holding her breast as she gently rubbed his crotch through his jeans. After a bit I noticed neither of them had moved or said anything in a while. I got up and saw both were sound asleep so I lay back down and fell asleep myself. When I woke up again it was light outside. Clyde was gone and Stephanie was asleep in our bed, still naked. I crawled in bed and went back to sleep myself, eventually getting up when Steph told me breakfast was ready.
I decided to let her bring it up, which she did about 1/2 way through breakfast. She told me she was sooo fucked up that her memory was foggy from the night before, but she didn't think she had actually fucked Clyde. I told her I didn't think she did either and to not worry about it. I did tell her how surprised I was that she went as far as she did.
She told me "Well, I was horny waiting for you to come home after smoking a joint already. When you were late, I didn't know you were next door, I decided to shower and give you a surprise...which I guess I did." she said laughing.
She then told me she felt so bad for poor Clyde seeing how upset he was and she just wanted to see him happy again. I assured her he seemed happy. We left it at that and went about our day. Clyde seemed a bit awkward the next time we talked. He didn't mention it so neither did I. It was a few weeks before we were really around him again, Steph invited him over for dinner again. He came over and we ate, but no repeat of the previous visit. After that night though Stephanie would tease him from time to time. I saw her standing naked in front of the window late one night, she'd been smoking again as you might have guessed. I asked what she was doing and she said "Entertaining Clyde!"
2 other times after that she actually got naked in front of us both, but never fucked him as he was not able. But it was our time with him when we both came to realize she had an attraction for older men and black men.
About 2 years after that first night he was taken to the hospital by ambulance. We went to see him but he had passed before we got there.
This was really the beginning of a very fun time watching Stephanie become a fun, hot wife! Since then she gradually became more open to try new things.
Ricky lit the joint and we passed it around a few times. Stephanie seemed to enjoy how she felt. She was talking and laughing a lot and seemed very animated. As for me, I felt a bit sleepy so I decided to jump in the water to try and wake up. I removed my shirt and shoes and jumped in. As I swam around I called to them to join me. Ricky removed his shirt and flip flops and then jumped in the water. Stephanie stood their watching us and laughing but wouldn't join us. After about 20 minutes we both got out and Ricky asked her if she'd like to smoke another joint. She said she would love to, so he lit one up. I tried to pass because I didn't want to fall asleep, but they both harassed me until I took a few hits.
By now, a few more boats had pulled up and anchored nearby...there were about 7 or 8 there now. The cove was partying with music blasting, people dancing on their boat and in the shallow area of the lake. Stephanie was enjoying herself dancing with Rick and even smoking more weed. I was sitting on one of the padded benches watching it trying not to nod off...I know, very lame! At one point, Steph removed her top and starting shaking her tits at the other partiers! I was shocked by this, but definitely awake now. Soon, ladies from a few other boats were topless as well. I'd never seen Stephanie get wild before, but here she was in front of Rick, who was 20 years older than us, dancing with him topless. At one point he threatened to throw her overboard but she said she didn't want to get her clothes wet. So, what does she do? She stripped naked and jumped in!
Nothing more really happened that day, no sex or anything. But it was an eye opener for me. When we discussed it the next day she just went on and on about how great she felt and how much fun it was! After that, I started keeping some weed at home. Each time we smoked it, Stephanie became someone else. She loved to smoke before going to clubs and would often flash when we did.
Fast forward several years. We had purchased a house in an older neighborhood. The house was nice but not fancy, the neighborhood was ok with mostly older people living there...late 50s or late 60s. We had 1 house which was to our left. An elderly black couple, probably in their mid 70s, lived there. The wife clearly had health issues and passed away about 6 months after we moved there. I got to know Clyde pretty well, he helped me with repairs on the house, Steph and I took him out to dinner a few times. He was clearly lonely, but never let on. We had mostly stopped smoking pot at the time, though we still did on occasion when we went out of town. I hadn't purchased any for quite a while but decided to one day when I met Ricky for drinks. When I got home I told Steph we would smoke some that weekend if she wanted. She wasn't sure because we weren't going anywhere, so I just placed it in the nightstand drawer.
Friday evening I got home and saw Clyde sitting in his garage drinking. I walked over and asked him what was going on, he didn't usually ******* as far as I knew. He seemed upset and had a hard time talking. It was the one year anniversary of his wife passing away. I felt really bad for him so we talked for about an hour, but he had stopped drinking and seemed to be sobering up a bit. I asked him if he was hungry, he was, so I invited him to our house for dinner. I wasn't sure what we may be having, but Stephanie usually made a decent meal since she worked from home on Friday, usually working on a presentation for the following week. We went inside and I saw she'd made lasagna and had it sitting on the counter. There was a note saying I should go ahead and eat and she'd join me "As soon as she could".
I told Clyde to have a seat and fixed us each a plate of food and a salad. We weren't talking much as we ate, I was keeping an eye on Clyde not wanting him to get depressed again. As we sat at the dining room table rock music began to play over the speakers in the living room. I told Clyde that Steph should be joining us and apologized for how loud it was. He seemed to perk up a bit because he's always loved Steph. We were both facing the hallway to our bedroom waiting for her to join us for dinner. It was a couple of minutes before she came dancing into the room wearing nothing but a short, sheer nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, smoking a joint! She had yet to notice that we had company because she was dancing and spinning around. I was shocked, Clyde looked at me and then back at her and seemed to love it. Stephanie was singing as she danced and finally looked our way. She stopped dancing when she saw us and burst out laughing!
That was not the reaction I expected, but I loved it just the same. She didn't seem to care that she was basically naked. She walked over to Clyde and gave him a hug, her ass and pussy visible from behind as she did. She then came over and gave me a hug and kissed me. As she was bent over I could see her tits down her nightgown and I'm sure Clyde had the same view when she hugged him, and now had the same view of her ass and pussy! She sat down at the table for a minute, we were just finishing up our dinner, and apologized saying
"I'm sorry for the music, dancing and pot, I didn't know you were coming for dinner."
Clyde just laughed and said "No problem! I love music and, if you have anymore, I'd love to smoke some too!"
Stephanie laughed and said she'd get us another joint and got up clearing the dishes and said she'd be right back. We got up and moved to the living room. Clyde sat on the loveseat and I sat on the sofa. Steph had turned the music down to a more reasonable level and then came back in, sat down by Clyde, and lit a joint. I had assumed she'd change while she was back there, but all she did was put on the sheer robe that came with the nightgown...so basically she was still pretty much naked. We passed the joint around until it was gone and she lit another. I was already feeling it, that sleepiness hitting me, so I declined to smoke more. When they finished that joint, I got up to go get them another. When I returned, they were having a fairly deep conversation. I set the joint on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. Clyde was talking about his wife's passing, Stephanie was holding his hand and listening intently. I just watched, eventually laying back on the sofa.
As they talked, Stephanie asked if he wanted to smoke more...he did. They talked and passed the joint back and forth. Finally, the conversation turned toward something less depressing. They began joking around and Steph was once again giggling like a kid. Clyde would say something funny and she'd laugh and grab onto his arm. One of Stephanie's favorite songs started playing and she got up and started dancing again. As she did, her robe kept getting tangled so she removed it and tossed it on a chair. She was singing along with the song and dancing, spinning, and having a great time. She danced over to Clyde and grabbed his hands telling him to dance with her. He tried to refuse but she wouldn't take no for an answer. He finally stood up and they danced together for a couple of songs before he sat back down. I was nodding off, trying to stay awake, but eventually I fell asleep.
I don't think I slept long, but I'm not sure exactly how long. When I woke up, Stephanie was once again dancing. She was almost lap dancing for Clyde standing right in front of him. She had lit another joint and leaned over to blow smoke into Clyde's mouth when she lost her balance and fell into him. They both laughed as she sat on his lap, his hands were on her thigh and bare ass due to shortness of the nightgown. She just sat there as they smoked the rest of the joint. She finally stood up and placed the small roach in an ashtray and sat back down beside him. I just lay there pretending to sleep and watched.
The whole scene was surreal. My usually conservative wife was more or less naked, sitting on our love seat with a black man who was probably her grandfather's age, acting as if it was the most normal thing ever. An old song came on, "Touch Me" by Samantha Fox, and Stephanie got up and started dancing again. She was now LITERALLY giving him a lap dance. She straddled his legs as she danced in front of him singing along with the song. She leaned in with her hands on the back of the loveseat shaking her ample tits in his face. He finally got up the nerve to place his hands on her sides as she danced. She then turned and leaned back into him and SHE placed his hands on her tits!
Clyde looked over my direction, but I was still asleep as far as he could tell. As she danced he squeezed and rubbed her tits while she was grinding her ass on his crotch. She then stood up and bent over in front of him, she looked back over her shoulder and slapped her ass...smiling at him all the while! When the song ended, she quickly went and got some more pot and returned. As they smoked a joint and nice, slow song came on and Clyde asked her to dance to THAT with him.
Stephanie said "Ok, but I'm a terrible slow dancer."
They stood and wrapped their arms around each other swaying to the music. Clyde whispered something to her but I couldn't hear it. Stephanie just smiled at him and hugged him tighter. As they danced, his hands made their way down to her ass...under her nightgown. She didn't make a move to stop him so he kept them there for the rest of the song. When it was over, he sat down and Stephanie danced by herself to 3 or 4 more songs before finally lighting another joint and then hopping on the loveseat with Clyde. As they smoked the joint, she crawled into his lap sideways, leaning back against the arm of the loveseat. They took turns giving each other a "shotgun" with their lips just a fraction of an inch apart. When it got too small, she leaned over and placed it in the ashtray but didn't move from where she was.
Clyde was looking at her, both of them clearly high as hell. Finally, he leaned down and kissed my young, white wife and she kissed him back. As they kissed, he slid his hand under her nightgown and up to her tits and began fondling them and playing with her nipples. Soon, he slid his hand down to her pussy and began to play with it. I could hear her start to moan a bit as he did and saw her start wiggling around on him. She eventually broke their kiss and let out a soft gasp then started to breath heavily.
I heard her moan softly "Oh my...that feels so good."
Clyde moved her so that she was lying on her back on the loveseat and then removed her nightgown. Again she didn't resist at all and he knelt beside her kissing and sucking her tits as he made her come with his fingers. When she came it wasn't a loud scream, she didn't shake all over. She simply arched her back and let out another soft moan "Oh Clyde...Oh yes." He got her off 3 times like that before she finally said she couldn't handle another orgasm.
Stephanie then said "Take your pants off so I can take care of you."
"No, I can't. I haven't been able to get an erection for a long time, though I enjoy playing still."
She asked if he was sure, but he said he was. He sat back on the loveseat and she leaned against his shoulder, his arm around her holding her breast as she gently rubbed his crotch through his jeans. After a bit I noticed neither of them had moved or said anything in a while. I got up and saw both were sound asleep so I lay back down and fell asleep myself. When I woke up again it was light outside. Clyde was gone and Stephanie was asleep in our bed, still naked. I crawled in bed and went back to sleep myself, eventually getting up when Steph told me breakfast was ready.
I decided to let her bring it up, which she did about 1/2 way through breakfast. She told me she was sooo fucked up that her memory was foggy from the night before, but she didn't think she had actually fucked Clyde. I told her I didn't think she did either and to not worry about it. I did tell her how surprised I was that she went as far as she did.
She told me "Well, I was horny waiting for you to come home after smoking a joint already. When you were late, I didn't know you were next door, I decided to shower and give you a surprise...which I guess I did." she said laughing.
She then told me she felt so bad for poor Clyde seeing how upset he was and she just wanted to see him happy again. I assured her he seemed happy. We left it at that and went about our day. Clyde seemed a bit awkward the next time we talked. He didn't mention it so neither did I. It was a few weeks before we were really around him again, Steph invited him over for dinner again. He came over and we ate, but no repeat of the previous visit. After that night though Stephanie would tease him from time to time. I saw her standing naked in front of the window late one night, she'd been smoking again as you might have guessed. I asked what she was doing and she said "Entertaining Clyde!"
2 other times after that she actually got naked in front of us both, but never fucked him as he was not able. But it was our time with him when we both came to realize she had an attraction for older men and black men.
About 2 years after that first night he was taken to the hospital by ambulance. We went to see him but he had passed before we got there.
This was really the beginning of a very fun time watching Stephanie become a fun, hot wife! Since then she gradually became more open to try new things.
