My name is Jill. I am 36 and have been married with Martin for 11 years. We live in a top class condo by the sea in Florida, where we keep our lovely sailing boat at the pier. I am a marketing manager in an electronics company and Martins is a naval engineer in a boutique shipyard, and we live well. Its not a big unit, but its cozy, well decorated and it suits us fine as we do not have kids.
What I would like to tell you is about something that changed dramatically and for good our sex life. First of all, I am brunette, tall, well fit and slender, but I was gifted with beautiful C size breasts. Martin is 42 and used to be athletic in his youth, has put up some weight recently, but yet a well shaped handsome man.
Our sex life is good and we have been faithful to each other since we started dating seriously. However, Martin has become more stressed in his job with the economic crisis less purchase orders, more work and constantly threat of jobs downsizing for a couple years, and started drinking a bit too much with his colleagues or alone after coming home. After drinking, he sleeps like a stone. Our sex enthusiasm has cooled down and sometimes I feel lonely and sexually needy.
Although the sex frequency these days is lower, we always had a great time in bed. When we need to spice up things, we talk fantasizing about threesomes with another man or woman and we always reach great orgasms this way.
Everything started in a Saturday morning: Martin arrived late the night before after a celebration with his colleagues due to a new big purchase order. He barely took his clothes of and fell heavily on bed, smelling beer and tequila, and started to snore. I felt bad because we always had a special dinner on Fridays, when we cook together, enjoy some champagne and wine, and then make passionate, satisfying love.
I woke up around 7AM like I usually do on Saturdays, and brewed some coffee. I was enjoying it at the kitchen table when the bell rang: I looked at the digital peephole monitor and saw it was Karl, our next door neighbor.
Karl is around 65, half-Danish and is a retired lawyer. He is tall and handsome, white hair still with a blond shade, green eyes, tanned, and fit for his age, despite a small beer belly. Hes been our good friend since he moved in around 4 years ago, after his wife passed away. He and Martin are fishing buddies, and they always fish on Saturday mornings, at the pier or in Karls motorboat.
I was wearing a white knit robe that was not very thick and thought about changing to open the door, but I was not really in the mood to go back to Martins heavy snore and Karl was a good close friend anyway.
He asked for Martin and I explained that there would be no fishing that day. I invited him to join me for a cup of coffee, and he promptly accepted. We were sipping coffee and chatting when I saw his occasional glimpse at my chest. The kitchen table is small and we were quite close to each other. Only then I realized than I was wearing a half cup red bra that was very visible under the robe, and the cleavage showed some skin from the top of my tits. Instinctively, I covered my chest with my arm. I looked startled.