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I was shocked by how brazen he was. My wife Hannah and I were seated at the hotel bar. She was sipping on a cabernet and I was drinking beer. We'd spent the day sightseeing in Savannah and we had planned on winding down with a few drinks after dinner and before bed. I saw him approaching in the mirror behind the bar and he was eyeing my pretty wife like a lion stalking prey on the Serengeti. I was used to that, and usually they were men like him. She attracted them like moths to a flame.

Hannah was a tall, willowy blonde with a pretty face and bedroom eyes. She was a bit of a paradox. She had a full figured body with a plump round ass, a narrow waist and big natural breasts that looked like it was made for sex, but at the same time her face and attire looked sweet and innocent, like the girl next door. That was especially true when she wore her glasses instead of contacts, making her look like a voluptuous librarian. In truth, the innocent look was mostly a ruse. In public Hannah was a typical soccer mom. She dressed conservatively. She had been on the board of our children's PTA when the kids were young and she regularly attended church on Sundays, but behind closed doors she loved to get wild. She rarely swore in public, but she had a dirty mouth in private and her love language was 80% vulgarity and sexual innuendo with 20% reserved for sweet nothings and adoration.

I watched her face in the mirror and I knew the moment she noticed him. Hannah loved muscular, well built men. When we were alone she liked to tease me by talking about guys she found attractive. She did it to make me jealous as a sort of foreplay because it would lead to the kind of vigorous and angry sex that she liked. Until recently the guys she talked about had been fair haired men of European descent, like me, but in the last few years she'd begun to favor black men. At first she had played it off as a joke to increase my jealousy. Hannah and I had both grown up in conservative families in the south and the taboo of interracial relationships was a big one, but later she'd admitted that black men really did turn her on. She liked the taboo. She liked the idea on breaking away from established southern norms and she loved their bodies, especially their butts. He was undeniably her type.

He was tall and fit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was dressed in a bright blue, tight fitting short sleeve shirt that was stretched taut over his sculpted pecs and hung loose over his obviously flat stomach. He had big, powerful arms with huge triceps, bulging biceps and veiny forearms. I watched her light up when she saw him and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Our eyes met in the mirror and an impish smile spread across her soft, pink lips, confirming my suspicions.

Hannah and I had married young. She was three months pregnant with our first child, and barely legal to drink when we had our shotgun wedding in 1999. We first met in high school and began dating during our junior year. We dated for five years before she got pregnant late in her senior year of nursing school and we got married that summer. Hannah had been wild and a bit of a flirt when we were young, and that continued even after we were married. It had never bothered me because I always knew where I stood with her and she was always honest with me about that.

Hannah's second pregnancy had been difficult. She'd gained a lot of weight because she was on bedrest for four straight months and she'd struggled to lose the weight afterwards. That weight gain impacted her confidence. She lost a lot of the zest and sassiness that had fueled her flirtatious ways, and our sex life had suffered because she no longer felt sexy.  Recently, however, Hannah had lost a lot of weight and her confidence was returning. I had seen her playful sassiness return and I loved it.

He sidled up beside my wife and waited for the bartender. It was before 10pm and the bar was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night, so he had to wait was longer than expected for his drinks. While he waited he and Hannah began to talk and I felt my pulse quicken. In our younger days, before our second child was born, Hannah and I had several threesomes with both men and women. Our first was with her roommate Jen when they were still in college and a year later on spring break we had one with a guy we met on the beach. We'd never really been swingers. We never sought them out and each one was a spontaneous one off events. Aside from the one with her roommate they'd all been with strangers we met

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