My wife and I are both in our 50s. We are happily married and monogamous, so this true story may be a bit vanilla by the standards of SH but I hope you like it.
We used to live in Germany and one of the highlights of the year is Oktoberfest time. As you probably know, the traditional beer festival involves a lot of drinking, dancing and traditional costumes.
A few years ago my wife and I were invited to go to a local version of the Munich extravaganza by some friends of ours who were getting a group together and booking a table. It sounded like fun, so we agreed. Obviously we needed to buy some suitable costume - lederhosen for me and the dirndl dress for my wife. Aldi, of all places, were selling them cheap the weekend before the festival so we picked some up that Saturday morning.
My wife Alice is a very pretty Latina, short and curvy. When she tried on her dirndl dress at home she immediately realised it was quite low cut - cleavages are an integral part of ladies dress for Oktoberfests. She tried on various bras with it but could’nt find anything that worked. That evening we went out with our friends who were organising the visit to the Oktoberfest and my wife asked her friend Sally who had been many times how she managed the bra issue. Sally laughed and said this was a typical problem and that you could get special bras for that type of dress, or any strapless number. Her husband Carl was loving this, he grinned from ear to ear and said "Or no bra at all, the dress does the job". Sally replied "Ignore him, I'm sure you can pick up a suitable bra .. just avoid the push up ones as they are uncomfortable under the dress and to be honest you've got great tits so they don't need much help." I was a bit surprised by this comment and also surprised to find myself more than a bit pleased by it.
Carl was not to be shut up. “Or maybe Sally can lend you a nice lacy one. She’s got a few and from what I can see you’re about the same size.” He made no secret of gazing at my wife’s tits and then his wife’s, as he said this.
The following weekend we met up for the Oktoberfest. Both our ladies looked great in their dirndls and Sally wasn’t slow to complement Alice on her dress. “Good to see you found a suitable bra” she joked and Carl added “Oh yes, they look lovely.” I decided to join in and replied “And you’re a connoisseur Carl, I can see that and I can see why” as I gazed down Sally’s ample cleavage.
Fast forward a few hours. We’re in the party. Lots of beer has flown and everyone is merry and dancing on the tables. On the table next to our group there were two young couples who had had a litre or two too many. They were happy and started flirting between them and with the four of us. It was all good fun – nothing too heavy though some hugging and light caressing went on.
Eventually the party was over and Alice and I were pretty drunk by now and having said goodbye with some tighter than expected hugging and wandering hands with Carl and Sally, we went off to catch our train home.
As we walked along, Alice said that she’ld noticed how much I liked one of the blonde German ladies next to me at the table. “Was it too much?” I asked. “No” she replied, “just beer and fun. Did you fondle her?” I was worried but the beer made me honest “Not really” I said “though my arm did rub across her boobs a couple of times”. My wife looked thoughtful and I wondered whether she would be angry. “Oh” she said. “So no more than Carl and Sally both did to me.” I was surprised, not that this had happened, but that she said it with a smile. “How did you feel about that?” I asked. “Like I said, just some fun. A bit pointless though.”
I wondered what she meant and she explained “I mean, the young guy on the table with us, the partner of the lady you were ogling was more forward. When I came out of the toilets he started dancing with me and held my hands above my head. His mate then held my hands up from behind and he had a good grope of my tits.” Suddenly she looked embarrassed and wished she hadn’t said it.
But I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t even jealous. My immediate reaction was disappointment that I hadn’t seen this happen …and that I hadn’t fondled his wife properly.
My wife looked at me and asked me if I was angry I told her exactly how I felt. “You’re dirty then” she replied, teasingly. I decided to play along “Just like you” I said and proceeded to stop walking and kiss her. I started to fondle her breasts through the dress and asked her “Is this how he did it?” She was into this and replied “At first, but then deeper.” I took the hint and managed to slide some fingers inside the open neckline, getting down onto her right nipple. “Like this?” I asked. “Yes, but more.” I got right down in her dress and cupped her tit so it almost came out of the dress. Nipple was visible in the light of the shop window we were pressed up against. “Now you’ve got it” she said. “Wow..so several guys could see your nipple?” I asked. “Yes, younger men and I liked it.”
By now I was rock hard. I thought I had been too flirty that night, but now I was turned on by my sweet wife’s naughty behaviour. “Did it make you wet?” I asked her. “Why don’t you find out?” she asked and raised her skirt. I pushed her into the shop doorway and my fingers soon confirmed she was very wet indeed. I don’t know whether it was the eroticism, the beer, or both, but I soon knew I had to shag her then and there. Her knickers were already around her ankles by then so I simply dropped my pants and we shagged frenetically in that shop doorway. Some passers by cheered – we didn’t care – in fact I think she liked that even more and we came together.
The following morning we had fun discussing the night before, but that’s another story.
