My wife and I have a great relationship. We've been married almost 20 years, so at 42 (me) and 40 (her), we've been together for half of our lives. We truly are each other's best friend. We do have kids, jobs, lives, etc., so as you can probably imagine, it has sometimes been a struggle to find time just for ourselves.

Our sex life has always been great, no complaints! So when I describe it as "vanilla," please understand that I don't mean that in a derogatory way. I just mean that we've generally contented ourselves with a fairly conservative repertoire of a few standard, time-tested positions, which we generally engage in five to seven times a month, always just before bedtime.

Don't get me wrong though. I know I'm probably making our sex life sound boring or "routine," but it's really not like that. Rachel (that's my wife) is generally pretty conservative and reserved, but when she gets riled up, she has a wild side that you would not believe. Deep down she's a very sexual person; it's just a matter of getting that person to come out to play.

A couple of years ago, around the time COVID lockdowns were starting, we had an unexpected conversation about sexual attractions that was both incredibly eye opening and deeply arousing. (I'm being intentionally vague because that's another story that I might tell later at some point, and also because I'm already digressing from this story, which I still haven't actually started telling you yet!) I mention that incident because it was something of a milestone in our sexual relationship, and because it was that incident that led to me discovering one of those couples quizzes on the internet.

Maybe you're familiar with these things. If not, the way they work is you set up the quiz with your and your partner's names, then send your partner a link to their version of the quiz. Each partner answers the same set of questions about sexual preferences, interests, kinks, etc. (yes, no, maybe), and when both partners are done, you both get a report of all the things you answered the same. It's a great way for both partners to find out what the other is into with no fear of embarrassment, since your partner only sees your answer if they answered the same.

After almost 20 happy years of marriage, I was not expecting any surprises. But boy was I wrong. All you need to know for the purpose of this story is that we both answered that we were interested in having sex while other people watched.

We live in a conservative state and have very conservative friends so we didn't really have any practical way to make use of this new discovery, but it did lead us to explore ways to be more sexually expressive with each other. One result of our conversations was that Rachel started feeling more free to comment to me about guys she found attractive. She used to assume that such comments might make me jealous. She was quite surprised to learn that they actually turn me on.

With all that in mind, flash forward several months to a couple summers ago. Rachel and I had worked hard to get everything arranged so that she and I could take a week-long vacation just the two of us. We had booked one of those vacation rentals by owner through an appropriately named website. The venue was a cozy cabin deep in the woods, right by a river, and with almost entirely glass walls and ceiling. Both intimate and exposed.

For weeks we were giddy with excitement. Before long, the day arrived, the kids were all delivered to family members, friends in our "pod," etc., and Rachel and I were in the car, heading to our first just-the-two-of-us vacation in I don't even know how long.

We made pretty good use of the time together in the car talking, singing along to music, and playing dorky road games. But about an hour away from our destination, my phone buzzed to indicate an incoming notification. My phone was propped against the dashboard because I was using it for navigation so I could see enough of the notification to catch the sender, but couldn't read the message itself.

"It's an email from the host," I said.

"What's it say?" asked Rachel.

"I don't know, I'm driving," I said. "Probably just the standard welcome message. Here," I added, handing Rachel my phone.

She pulled up the email and started reading it out loud:

Dear guest. Thank you again for booking my cabin. I hope you're looking forward to your stay! Before you arrive, there is a matter I need to bring to your attention. Recently my guests have reported that from time to time, they've seen a man walking around or standing in the woods. Sometimes hikers get lost in the woods and don't realize they are trespassing on private property, and I suspect my guests are merely seeing a disoriented hiker. I don't think there is anything to worry about, but just to be safe, I have made local law enforcement aware of the issue and they have agreed to make extra patrols to ensure your safety and comfort. If you want to cancel your booking in light of this information, you may do so without a late-cancellation penalty. As a gesture of goodwill, I will offer you a 25% discount on your stay if you choose to keep your reservation. It's very important to me that you are able to fully enjoy your stay!

There was a brief pause after she finished reading the email.

"Huh, weird," I said. She mumbled something in agreement, still looking at the email. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, we're almost there," she began. "And 25% off is a pretty nice incentive." I nodded in agreement. "And hey. It could be kinda fun." She had a mischievous tone to her voice. I shot her a glance, just in time to catch the wry smirk on her face.

"Yeah?" I asked. "How so?"

"You know," she replied. "The idea that someone might accidentally wander off the trail and happen to see us. Pretty hot." She handed the phone back to me, using the opportunity to brush her hand across my leg seductively. With that, I felt a sudden tingle radiate throughout my entire body. This was the deep-down side of her that almost never came out during the daytime. I had been hoping this vacation would bring out that side of her. So far so good in that department.

"Oh, okay," I replied, doing my best to play it cool. "I guess I see what you mean." I briefly considered leaving it at that but opted instead to escalate. "So what you're saying is, we leave the light on while boning in the glass house in the woods?"

"We don't know where anything is in this house," Rachel replied with feigned innocence. "We might trip or step on something if we can't see in the dark."

"Good point!" I said. "Gotta be practical!" My mind started racing with the possibilities.

We spent the rest of the car ride chatting in anticipation of our intimate getaway, which had suddenly, somehow, become even more exciting.

After a long and seemingly endless winding road through a dense forest, we finally arrived at the cabin. It was even nicer than the pictures. It seemed conspicuously out of place, nestled as deeply in the woods as it was. The main structure was not very big, certainly not big enough to accommodate more than two comfortably, yet it had a deck that was itself bigger than the entire cabin. There was a large hot tub and a built-in gas firepit on the deck, along with an array of several deck chairs and chaise lounges.

The cabin itself was essentially one room—a bedroom—with a single king-size bed in the center of it. The structure was cleverly designed so that the floor-to-ceiling headboard was actually a solid wall to the only other room in the building, a small bathroom containing only a toilet and a wash sink. Only the bathroom had solid walls. The rest of the cabin (the majority of it) was almost entirely clear glass. (In case you were wondering, the cabin did have a shower but it was outside. That actually factors into another story I might tell you about later.)

We spent a few minutes looking around the cabin and getting our stuff situated, and then walked around the grounds and explored for a while. It was a gorgeous day. Mid-80s but a light breeze, and in the shade of the forest, it felt perfect.

"It's only about 4:00," I said as we explored. "We've got some time before dinnertime." Then, gesturing toward the hot tub, "Fancy a dip?" 

Rachel smiled. "Let me check my schedule. See if I can fit you in," she said, lewdly emphasizing the double entendre. That's another thing you should probably know about my wife. Although her behavior is usually quite conservative, she's got a deliciously dirty mind and can make a sexual pun out of almost anything. I learned a long time ago that her smutty wordplay isn't necessarily an indicator that she's in the mood for sex. But when she is in the mood, that wordplay becomes some of the best foreplay known to man.

"Ok, let me know," I replied with a smirk. "I know your schedule is very busy." You know that feeling of exhilaration you get when you're doing something you know is incredibly dangerous? That's the rush I get from taunting Rachel.

"Watch it, mister," she said with a raised eyebrow and a threatening grin. "Unless you want my schedule to end up being too full to accommodate you."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "Well played, well played!" 

Rachel headed inside the cabin to change while I turned my attention to the hot tub. After poking around and studying the control panel for a bit, I finally figured out which buttons to press to get it turned on with the heater and the jets running. Almost as soon as the hot tub rumbled to life, Rachel emerged from the cabin in her swimsuit. I've seen this woman nearly every day of the past 20 years. I know exactly what she looks like naked and I've seen her numerous times in this swimsuit. Still, the sight of her makes me forget to breathe.

Rachel is 5'3" and about 130 pounds. She's got straight, shoulder-length brown hair that she's had lightened/highlighted so that it looks like strands of gold when the sun hits it. Every part of her body, from her facial features to her toes, is gently rounded. I realize that probably sounds like code for "fat," but believe me, it's not. I just can't think of a better way to convey what I'm trying to say. There isn't a sharp angle anywhere on her body. The adjective I keep coming back to is "cute." (I'm hoping maybe one day she'll let me share some pictures. Drop a comment if that would interest you!)

But the thing that gets me every time is her big, brown eyes. When she smiles it's like those eyes draw me in and wrap me up. Yet those same eyes can also convey passion, desire, and lust. Whoever said that the eyes are the window to the soul must have been referring to my wife.

In that particular moment, those eyes were looking at me seductively, slightly narrowed, as Rachel walked out and toward the hot tub. She was wearing a solid red one-piece swimsuit that had an opening cut out right in the center, the only purpose of which was to reveal a tantalizing hint of underboob. I looked for a picture of the exact swimsuit she has, but the closest I could find was this one. The main difference is that Rachel's suit is smooth neoprene (not ruffled) and the cutout on Rachel's isn't quite that wide. But otherwise they're pretty similar. It's always been one of my favorites.

For my part, I'm 6'2" and about 185 lbs., none of it muscle. I'd say I have a receding hairline but if I'm being honest, it's mostly receded by this point. My Germanic ancestors bequeathed me the kind of body hair whose popularity peaked in the '80s. When I was younger I went through a brief period where I tried to shave certain areas but I gave up because no matter what I did, there was always a "line" somewhere and it looked ridiculous. These days I just do my best to keep things tidy with a beard trimmer. 

"Oh, nice," Rachel said as her first toe dipped into the bubbling water. "Care to join me?" she added with a wink. I eagerly accepted the invitation and hastily changed into my swimsuit (a nondescript, navy blue Walmart special) and settled into the hot, churning water. The soft whir of the motor underpinned the cheerful bubbling of the water as we sat opposite one another, taking in our beautiful surroundings. The way we were sitting, everything from about bustline up was out of the water, while everything else was obscured below the surface of the roiling water. The water line came right up to the top of the cutout in Rachel's swimsuit.

Before long, I gently rubbed Rachel's leg with the side of my foot.

"Are you playing footsie with me?" she asked.

"Is it really footsie if I'm rubbing your leg? More like 'leggy,'" I said, taking another couple of passes with my foot. 

"Then I guess this would be cocky," she said. Rachel's foot slid up the inside of my thigh and came to rest between my legs. 

"Hrnk!" I half-snorted, splashing the water in surprise. 

Rachel laughed. "What's the matter? Were you not expecting that?" she asked.

"I wasn't, actually," I said, clearing my throat.

"No, apparently not!" she responded, curling her toes to squeeze my mostly limp penis. 

"Hey!" I protested. "The water is cold!" 

"In this hot tub?" she shot back. "I don't think so. What? Am I not hot enough for you?" Rachel spread her arms wide and rested them on the edges of the hot tub, arching her back at the same time and causing her breasts to lift out of the water. As she continued stroking me with her foot, I watched the sweat and water roll down her chest and disappear between her cleavage. The shape of her nipples was clearly visible through her swimsuit and as she had just pointed out, it wasn't because the water was cold.

"No, there's definitely no problem there," I responded, slightly out of breath. "You are plenty, plenty hot." I continued staring at her unabashedly as I welcomed the tingly, swelling sensation that was radiating from between my legs.

A few moments and a few foot-strokes later, my cock was finally at full attention in my trunks.

"Ah, that's more like it," Rachel said, pleased with herself. She squeezed my dick again with her toes, like the way you check a bike tire for air. "Yes. Much better," she confirmed. "I think I can slide this into my schedule."

I chuckled as I stood up, loosened the drawstring of my trunks, and slid them off. Standing there outdoors at full mast was a pretty exhilarating sensation. (Highly recommend.) Rachel was looking up at me smiling, her big brown eyes looking approvingly at my erection. She started to reach up to grab it when the unmistakable sound of a snapping stick reverberated through the forest.

[I'm sorry! Reddit made me split this story into two posts because it was too long. Part 2 is posted HERE.]