My husband and I have a pretty active sex life that keeps us both pleased. At 30 years old we were pretty good at figuring out what got us going. However, we’d always talked and fantasized about adding another person or couple to the bedroom, never really expecting it to come up. It all changed one night when we decided to go out to the bar with some friends.
I’m a small woman, about 5’4 and 110 pounds. For being petite, I’m still curvy though. I’ve got perky tits and an ass that makes other girls of my stature jealous. I couldn’t have been more blessed, considering I’d also been born with emerald eyes and hair the color of copper. My husband, Zane was about six feet tall, muscular, and had dark hair and dark eyes. His hair was normally in a bun and he had an impressive beard. Ladies were always pining after him. He’d decided to wear a black button down and a nice pair of jeans, while I decided on a very short, sparkly, black dress that had spaghetti straps and some strappy black heels. I left my long copper hair down and curly and wore minimal makeup.