Last week krissi and I went to an event back at one of our old stomping grounds.  The first morning at the hotel I went to the desk and, turning to leave, came face-to-face with a woman I’d not seen in many years, the last time in a community nearby.

“… Yvette?  …  Oh my gosh!!“  Etc. etc.

Then the typical conversation between two people who’d not seen each other for more than a decade.  I asked her what she was doing there, that I had heard she left the area.  Turned out that she was visiting too.  That we came together at the same hotel when living elsewhere and far apart was truly a needle-in-a-haystack improbability.

Now, to cut to a chase: she’d enjoyed krissi when she lived close to him and me; so she asked about him.

I was headed to breakfast with him and invited her to join.  He was shocked, of course, but very pleased too (he’d liked her).

After breakfast, we were both headed to other obligations so I said I’d call her later, when we were done with business for the day.

After busy days (and very trying lunches), we returned to our room.  krissi stripped, asked if he could do anything for me and when I said no, plopped on the bed and fell asleep.

I rang Yvette; asked if she’d like to swing by for a drink or meet at the bar.  [krissi had stocked the room for me and him].  She said she’d swing by in a few minutes and shortly thereafter knocked.  I let her in.

Another round of pleasantries truncated by the sight of my naked husband on the bed … more exclamations!!

He was on his stomach.

She noticed of course that he’d kept a nice butt; then immediately, “I want to see the other side!”

I showed her a chair by the window, then walked over to the bed and shook him, “krissi, we have company.  We’d like drinks.”

He hopped up and remembering his manners, quickly dropped to all fours and came to Yvette’s feet.

“You can get back to that.  First, our drinks.”

We enjoyed watching him.

Then he returned to her feet, first kissing then cleaning the shoes.

And so on.  We enjoyed him for over 2 hrs before we all had to get ready for dinner.

I invited her to come back afterward.  She immediately accepted.

As you might imagine it was a very full and active evening.

The next morning we were all a little tired (… you can sleep anytime, but opportunities to enjoy a good boy were infrequent for her; and so she and I “imbibed.”)

… Observations she shared the next day:

• Impressed with his fitness, particularly flexibility: easily got into position and stayed there. She particularly liked how far he could spread his feet while bending over, almost putting his forehead on the carpet.
• Very impressed with how well trained he is. Great attitude.  Super polite and instantly responsive.  She commended me (but stopped short of asking me to show her more).
• (Snickering) Loved that he seems to like our nectar and obviously loves cleaning butts. Said she hadn’t remembered this from before.  I assured her that he’d been into butts forever.
• “the dick is not as big as I recall; but I do like those swinging balls!”

This last comment wasn’t expected.  If anything, I have measurements showing that it’d actually gotten larger (my group’s enlargement experiment).  I didn’t reply to this specifically; only saying that I never get any complaints.  She remarked, “oh, of course not.  I just remember not being able to take my eyes off it (or words to the effect).”

Thinking about this since, could I have – over years – slipped into rose-colored glasses?