I have been with my wife, Suzanne, for about thirteen years. We're an older couple both in our fifties, and she is a plus-sized woman. I really love her, I think she's beautiful, and we still have a terrific sex life. Often during our lovemaking we fantasize about watching each other having sex with other people. Of course, being a male, I want to watch her with another woman. We have spoken seriously about hooking up with others in a threesome or with another couple, but she is very self-conscious about her weight. Just recently, we finally saw an ad placed by a couple where the woman was also a big woman. We met up with Don and Luisa at a coffee shop. After a brief meeting, we all went back to our place to see where things might go from there. Since both couples were "first timers" at this, we were all very tentative at first and decided that for a first encounter we would like to stick with our own partner and just watch the other couple. We began by just kissing and undressing each other. But when Don removed Luisa's t-shirt, it was all I could do to control myself. She was incredibly voluptuous, with large breasts and generous amounts of cleavage spilling out over a pink, low-cut bra. To my surprise, Luisa then asked Suzanne if she could touch her, and the two women started to touch and caress each other. They eventually locked themselves into an intimate embrace and began to French kiss. After some minutes and a great deal of excitement from both guys, Luisa invited Suzanne to go to bed with her. "Not the guys," she said quickly, "Just the girls. You guys have to stay here." The two women headed into the bedroom, and Luisa closed the door behind them. So, that night my wife finally ended up with another woman, and I never even got to watch. Suzanne confided to me later that during their encounter, Luisa had told her she always wanted to be with a woman but did not want to do it just to entertain the guys. She also said that she liked to tease Gary, but that she would make it up to him later that night. Suzanne then climbed on top of me and said, "Well, I guess I'll have to make it up to you as well!"
— Joe, 56