I met my second wife, Karen, in a bar. At the time, I was in the middle of a divorce from my first wife. I was in a fairly steady relationship with one woman and having casual sex with a couple of others. With all of that and a demanding job, I wasn't looking for any more partners or for any more complications in my life. I was sitting at the bar, having a drink and listening to the band. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the front door open and a woman walk in. Now, like I said, I wasn't looking for any more partners, but I still couldn't help but check out almost any attractive woman that I saw. (That was one of the reasons for the divorce.)
I turned my head and my eyes met hers as she walked toward the bar. I have to say that there was something incredibly sexy about her. Even today I couldn't tell you exactly what it was that made her stand out, but I felt an immediate attraction. There were a few sideways glances by both of us as the evening wore on. Later, I got up to use the restroom and, as I emerged from doing my business, she was coming towards me. We exchanged hellos and made some small talk about the band, our jobs, and other random topics. I offered to buy her a drink and she accepted. She got me out onto the dance floor and we danced to a few songs. I was enjoying her company and she seemed to be enjoying mine. At closing time, we were both pretty hammered and, as we walked from the bar together, I had hopes of having wild sex with this very hot young woman. On the sidewalk outside the bar, we did almost everything but have sex. People driving by were making comments, honking horns, and laughing at us. Neither of us cared. I couldn't talk her into taking me home, but I did get her phone number.
I waited an appropriate number of days, then called her to ask her out. We went to dinner and a movie as I remember. There was no sex at the end of the night, but we had both had a very good time. This led to a couple of more dates. Finally, after the third or fourth date, one thing led to another and we were back at her place for some late-night activities. We nearly ripped the clothes off of each other. I can only say that the sex was spectacular. She was even better looking with her clothes off and almost attacked me. I used my oral talents to lick and suck her pussy and clit to several loud orgasms. She screamed and shook each time. She sucked my dick with a level of enthusiasm and expertise that I had never experienced before, finally swallowing every drop of my semen. We ended the night with a very satisfying fuck (cowgirl if I remember correctly). Her vagina seemed to fit my dick like a velvet glove. We went at it again in the morning.
As time went by, we were spending more and more time with each other. As I hung around with her and her friends, I started to get the impression that she had a pretty wild past and lots of previous relationships. In fact, I got the feeling that she had slept with most of the guys in her circle of friends, and she had a very large group of friends. Sometimes, at a party or barbeque, I would get weird feelings, thinking that every Tom, Dick and Harry at the party had seen her naked and wondering what else they had done. I sometimes wondered if one of these guys had taught her to give such fantastic blowjobs. I often felt a strange mixture of jealousy, arousal, and a feeling of superiority, since I was the one now bedding this hot woman.
I shoved all those thoughts to the back of my mind because I considered myself to me open minded and non-judgmental, I wasn't exactly pure myself, and I was really enjoying some excellent and exciting sex with a beautiful woman. We had sex in the water at a crowded beach. We had sex in a bar bathroom. We had loud sex in a tent at a crowded campground. She blew me between two parked cars in a bar parking lot. I fingered her to orgasm on a dark dance floor in a bar. She often blew me on road trips while I was driving. She seemed open to almost anything, was loads of fun, and I could have an intelligent conversation with her too.
A year went by and my divorce had become final. Our relationship had become pretty much exclusive. (I was still working on tying up a few loose ends. I'm not sure about her). We were still enjoying each other's company, doing lots of fun things, and the sex was still frequent varied, and toe curling. We began to discuss our future and finally took the leap.
Twenty or so years and three kids later and we were still happily married. We still enjoyed spending time with each other. Karen had put on a few pounds. Her firm B cup breasts were sagging a bit and were probably now C cups. Her cute little ass and thighs had a little more jiggle, but I still loved every inch of her. Her hairy little vagina was still as tight as the first time I had sex with her. She was still a beautiful woman who would turn heads when dancing at the clubs or at parties. I was no longer the buff young stud I had been and had developed a few grey hairs, but I still had a few women flirting with me. The kids were either out of the house or seldom home and we had lots more time together.
Things were pretty good except for one thing. Over the years, she had moved into full on mommy, PTA, church lady mode and as she adopted those attitudes, I more and more saw her that way. We still had sex, but it had become routine and rather boring. Almost nothing ever occurred outside of the bedroom. It always started out with kissing and cuddling, then progressed to breast fondling, then nipple biting and sucking. I would eat her pussy; sometimes making her orgasm, sometimes just bringing her to the edge. Karen would expertly suck my dick, sometimes making me come in her mouth, sometimes stopping and making me fuck her until we both came. Then we rolled over and went to sleep. We both always seemed to get off and our basic biological needs were being met. Often, I felt that we were both just going through the motions.
Now that we had some freedom to enjoy ourselves, I really wanted to take advantage. I wanted to be able to see Karen not as the PTA mom but as the sexy woman that she had been in our younger days. I wanted her to let loose from the bonds of mommyhood and good church lady and feel sexy again. I wanted her to look at me with new eyes.
My mind began to work overtime on ideas to create some excitement. I decided to see if toys would have an effect. I went down to my local sex store and bought a moderate size, vibrating dildo. After much thought on how to introduce my new purchase, I decided to gift wrap it and give it to her before bed one night. She unwrapped it, looked at it like it was a hand grenade, and said "what the hell is this?" She wouldn't even touch it. She hid it somewhere and I didn't see it again for months. Thinking that I had simply made a poor choice, I convinced her to accompany me to the adult store to pick out something more to her liking. With much prodding, she chose a small, non-threatening vibrator, about the size of a lipstick tube. She did seem to enjoy it when I prodded her to use it, but she never took the initiative to use it without my pressing and she wouldn't admit to using it when she was alone.
One night I had an idea. I asked her if she wanted a massage and she responded, "sure". I told her to go upstairs, put on some music, and change into something appropriate while I warmed some oils and lotions. When I got upstairs, she was lying face down on the bed in her bathrobe. I told her that the bathrobe was going to interfere with the massage and she removed it to reveal her bra and panties. I began working on one arm, then the other, using the lotion to warm and soften her skin as I worked her muscles to relieve her tension. I climbed on the bed and straddled her, kneading her shoulders and back, just as I had her arms. She really began to relax, and I heard "ummm, that really feels good". I moved lower on her back, unhooking her bra for easier access. I continued to move lower on her back, brushing the sides of her breasts and finally reaching her panties. I teasingly massaged her lower back occasionally slipping my fingers under the thin fabric of her panties. Finally, I pulled the panties down and began to massage her beautiful butt cheeks, kneading and spreading them. I teased very close to her hairy pussy and her cute brown anus, brushing her pubic hairs, but stopping short of actual contact.
I then moved to one of her feet and she jerked as I rubbed lotion on her soles. "That tickles" she said. Ignoring her, I held her foot tightly and continued to massage it, then moved to the other foot. I began rubbing and kneading, first her calves, then the backs of her thighs. Her panties were now in the way and I asked if I could remove them. She replied with a soft, shaky "u huh". After removing the panties, I moved higher on her thighs, massaging them, again paying attention to her beautiful butt and occasionally letting a finger accidentally tickle her pubes and tease her pussy.
I asked her if she wanted to turn over so that I could do the other side and she rolled over without a word. Now she was fully on display. Her face and chest were red with arousal. Her areolae were puckered and shrunken while her firm nipples protruded. I could see the hard, pink bud of her clit through the thick, curly, reddish-brown mat of her bush. Her labia were engorged and damp with her arousal. She seemed to be enjoying the massage.
Now I started on her legs, working up her calves and again paying close attention to her beautiful thighs. I probed the area where her legs met her torso, lightly grazing her pubic hair. She moaned and slightly spread her legs. She raised her hips, wordlessly begging me to minister to her swollen clitoris and bring her relief.
I ignored her pleas and moved up to massage her beautiful breasts. I began to gently tickle her areolae and her nipples seemed to get even harder and protrude further. Finally, I began to pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers. Her breathing became more rapid and she began to moan. I noticed that her pussy was becoming visibly wet.
She cried out, "Jim, suck my nipples, bite my nipples" but I reminded her that this was a massage and told her that nipple sucking was not part of a massage.
After spending a generous amount of time on her breasts, I moved lower kneading her abdomen and finally moving to her vulva. Her breathing was becoming shallower and faster as I tended to her pubic mound. I gently teased her pubic hairs. As I made contact with her labia, she moaned louder and cried out "Oh, Oh, Oh, OH!". Her juices began to drip down the crack of her ass. I'll be damned if she wasn't having an orgasm.
I began to probe her inner lips and tease around her clit. Her body began to tremble, and her hips repeatedly tensed as her ass lifted off the bed. I inserted first one finger, then two, then three as I gently caressed her swollen clit with my thumb and rubbed her g spot. She cried out "Jim, please eat my pussy NOW!", but I ignored her pleas. Her juices flooded over my hand as she came again.
I asked her where her toys were hiding, and she pointed at the bottom drawer of the dresser. I reached over, dug underneath some clothes and pulled out the vibrating dildo. I turned it on to the lowest setting and began to circle first one nipple, then the other. I didn't think her nipples could get any harder, but they did. Her whole body tensed. After spending some time on her breasts, I moved between her legs and used the dildo to tease around her vulva, slowly moving it over the outer and inner lips of her pussy, varying the speed to see what kind of effect it would have. As I hit medium speed, Karen began to shake, almost like she was having a seizure. The sheet beneath her ass was now soaked with her juices.
Finally, I slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into her swollen vagina and began to fuck her with it. Within seconds she began screaming "Uh, uh, uh, Oh my God, Oh my God I'm coming again!" and she went completely limp as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
I shouldn't have to tell you that, by this time I, was pretty turned on myself. I quickly removed my pants and, as she regained her awareness, Karen sat up and, seeing my aroused state, took my hard dick in her mouth. Using the skills that had so impressed me when we were dating, she stroked me with one hand and teased my balls with the other as she licked and swallowed my engorged member. Before long, I was pouring what seemed like gallons of semen into her mouth and she swallowed every drop like a pro.
We laid there for a while, both completely spent. Finally, I asked her if she had enjoyed her massage. She replied "wow, that was unbelievable. You can do that anytime".
I had a relaxed, well moisturized and very satisfied wife and I felt that I had taken a small step toward my goal. In the following days I used the massage gambit several times and began to think of new twists to take it further, but that will be another story.
My wife, Karen, and I had been married for a little over twenty years and had three children. We were in our mid forties and the kids were away at school or living on their own. We were well established in our jobs and in our community, and fairly secure financially. I had been looking forward to the freedom that we now had to recapture a little of the romantic spontaneity and sexual wildness that we had experienced in our younger years.
Karen was still a very beautiful woman and I still loved her very much. Her figure had filled out a bit, and things jiggled a little more, but she was still beautiful. She was about 5'6" with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes. On the rare occasions where I could convince her to wear something sexy and put on some makeup, she could still turn heads. We still had sex on a regular basis, and we were able to satisfy each other's physical needs, but I really wanted her to shed the church lady image and mentality, and dress and act a little more like the sexy thing that she had once been. I wanted a little more excitement. She was very resistant, and I was determined that I wasn't going to go through the rest of my life settling for a boring sex life. I had been a faithful husband, but something was going to give. I began to experiment with ideas to change things.
I had tried several approaches without much success, and finally had the idea of giving her a sensual massage. She really loved it and I was usually able to give her multiple, and very powerful, orgasms. She had a small vibrator and a vibrating dildo that had been gathering dust and I was able to incorporate them into the massages with great success. I'll admit that seeing her become very aroused, and having very strong orgasms, excited me as well. Massages became a regular part of our foreplay that we both enjoyed. Sex came more frequently, and we both enjoyed it more. We were making progress.
One Friday night we had a few drinks and smoked some pot. We headed for the bedroom and I asked Karen if she wanted a massage. She said "sure" and, after she removed her clothes, I began rubbing and kneading and pleasuring her body.
As I got to her naughty parts, I had a massive erection and she was starting to breathe faster and moan. For some reason, I asked her, "Karen honey, I'm curious. What do you think about when I am giving you these massages?"
She softly asked, "what do you mean?"
I said, "when you are having those orgasms, you must be imagining something. What are you thinking about?"
She replied, "I think about how good it feels and how much I love you for doing this. Sometimes, I think about something that we have done, like that time we went to the nude beach and we got each other off rubbing suntan lotion on each other."
"Yeah, that was really hot. I was surprised that we didn't get arrested for that one." I asked her, "do you ever imagine that it's another guy giving you the massage"?
She said "no."
I said, "don't you ever think about old boyfriends or guys at the gym or at work?"
"No"!
"Wouldn't you get excited thinking about Brad Pitt or George Clooney giving you a massage?"
She raised up on her elbows, turned around and glared at me. My erection began to deflate. The romantic moment came to a sudden end and we both rolled over and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. I went downstairs and Karen was sitting at the kitchen table, giving me a dirty look and holding a cup of coffee. I grabbed a cup and said, "morning sweetie."
She took a deep breath and asked, "what was that all about last night?"
I innocently replied, "what do you mean?"
Karen frowned and said, "all that shit about other guys, movie stars, old boyfriends. What the hell was that all about?"
"I don't know what I was thinking. That must have been the booze and pot talking. I'm sorry if I upset you."
"Do you think about other women like that when we are fooling around?"
"No."
"Never? not even Marissa Tomei or Demi Moore or Debra Winger, or any of the little hotties at work?"
"Well, maybe I think about Marissa or Demi occasionally, but never anyone that I actually know." I lied. I saw attractive women every day: at work, on the street, in bars, in stores, and I often thought about what kind of underwear they were wearing, whether they shaved their pussies, what their nipples looked like, what their pussies looked like, and how firm their tits and asses were. I wondered if they gave good head and how wild they were in bed. I wondered what got them off. I thought about stuff I had done with my first wife and with old girlfriends. I know that most of my male friends think about the same things, but I sure wasn't going to tell Karen any of that.
I got the cold shoulder and no sex for about two weeks. Then, one day at work, I got a call from Karen. She said that she was having a really bad day. "I could use a massage tonight, but none of that weird shit about other guys, OK." That night, I kept my mouth shut and focused on giving her the best massage that she had ever had. She really enjoyed it and paid me back with one of her fantastic blow jobs. What a relief. I was forgiven!
Occasionally, we would watch soft core porn on cable. Most of the time, we found these movies funny. We had a great time commenting on the fake tits, heavy makeup, and bleached blonde hair that seemed to be the standard look for the actresses. We made fun of the weak plots. We speculated on whether the tanned, heavily muscled actors were actually gay. In spite of how much we made fun of these movies, we often had some pretty hot sex afterward.
One night, we were watching one of these cable movies that portrayed two young, married, neighbor couples having dinner and drinks and flirting and joking about swapping spouses. The movie was far better than the usual fare. The dialogue was pretty natural. The couples were very attractive, and they were not bad actors. The simulated sex was even hot. As the action began, with the couples first flirting and engaging in suggestive banter, then playing with their own spouses, then progressing to kissing, undressing, fucking, and sucking each other's spouses, the tent that was being erected in my pants made it obvious how much I was enjoying it. I was surprised when I looked over at Karen and she had one hand pinching a nipple and the other buried deep in her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy. Seeing that, my dick got even harder and I leaned over to kiss her. She elbowed me away and continued to play with herself as she stared at the screen. Only after she had an explosive orgasm did she get on her hands and knees on the floor and allow me to fuck her from behind, squeezing her swaying tits and pinching her hard nipples. Her pussy was red and swollen and her extreme wetness allowed my dick to slide right in. Her eyes never left the screen and her orgasms seemed to coincide with some of the hotter scenes in the movie. Between the movie and Karen's response to it, it didn't take me long to blow a huge load in her steaming, wet pussy.
The next morning, at breakfast, I commented to Karen, "that was a pretty good movie last night. You really seemed to enjoy it."
She replied, "it was pretty hot. You seemed to like it too."
"Yeah. What did you like about it?"
"I thought the couples were cute and the sex was kind of hot."
"Did the plot turn you on?"
"It was interesting."
I asked her if she would be interested in renting some real x rated movies sometime, just to see what they would be like. She replied that we could try it, "just to see what they were like." I was happy to have found another activity that might add some variety to our love life, and I was a bit surprised at Karen's response to the story line of the movie.
A couple of weeks went by and a weekend was coming where the weather was supposed to be bad and we had no plans. I asked Karen if we should rent a movie or two to watch and she agreed. I could barely contain my excitement as I Ieft the house and drove to our local x rated video store. I was like a kid in a candy store and was overwhelmed by all the choices. I couldn't decide, so I rented a bunch of movies. Between Friday night and Saturday, we watched all of them. Some were terrible, and we fast forwarded through them. Some were only OK but we still watched them. Some were hotter than hot and we were riveted to them. Some of the scenes were so hot that we had to rewind and watch again. All were much more graphic than what we were used to watching on cable. I lost count of how many times we fucked.
Sunday morning, we were having breakfast before going to church and we began to discuss the movies we had watched; what we liked or didn't like, what was a turn on or not. Soon, we both began to get worked up again, thinking about scenes in the movies, and hearing each other talk about them. We were so turned on that we had to run upstairs for a morning quickie. We had to go to the late church service, and we were both walking funny.
"Movie nights" became a regular part of our weekend entertainment, not every weekend, but often, when we didn't have other plans. I usually knew what I wanted to see so I would get a movie that I thought I would enjoy. I really liked the amateur compilations. The variety and the natural bodies appealed to me. The shyness and seeming embarrassment of some of the women were a real turn on. I loved when they had a rocking climax because I imagined that they weren't good enough actresses to fake it that well. The idea that someone's neighbors, co-workers, or friends would appear in these videos made them even more appealing. I kept hoping to see someone we knew. The lack of a plots, or any story, became a little boring after a while, so I would sometimes get one of the "classic" videos; the kind that used to show in the old porn theaters. As bad as the acting and plots often were, they were a nice change.
I tried to get a feel for what Karen would like and I would rent something that I thought would appeal to her, but I was having a harder time with that. Sometimes my choices were fine but sometimes I got complaints. After much persuasion, I convinced Karen to accompany me to the video store to provide some input on the movies that we rented. Strangely, it was a huge turn on for me, having her in the store with me, going through the shelves of videos. There were usually only one or two couples there, no single women, and lots of guys, so she got plenty of attention. She seemed to like the choice of movies better when she had a role in the selection. At least she couldn't complain about my choices.
This arrangement worked out well until, one Friday night at the video store, we ran into a couple that we knew from our church. Steve and Gina were about ten years younger than us. He was a good-looking guy with light brown hair and blue eyes, professional looking, a little shorter than me and a little heavier. Gina was a very pretty, short Italian with brown hair and eyes, olive skin, smallish breasts, wide hips, full thighs, and the beginning of a bubble butt. I had always found her very attractive. Karen noticed them first and tried to drag me toward the door before they noticed us. I saw them and went over to say hello as Karen tried to hide in a corner, her face blushing red. Steve replied to my greeting, looking down at the floor, as Gina tried to hide behind him. I made sure to say hi to her too, before going back to my shopping.
On the way home, I said to Karen, "It was nice running into Steve and Gina. I wonder what kind of movies they like." She punched me hard in the shoulder. Later that night, after we watched a very hot amateur compilation, Karen was riding me, and I was sucking on one of her hard nipples as I pinched the other one.
I stopped sucking for a moment and asked, "Do you think Gina and Steve have finished watching their movie?"
Her face became flushed as she replied "probably."
"Do you think they are fucking right now?"
"Probably."
'Can you imagine them fucking?"
"Yes."
"Do you think they are picturing us fucking?"
She sank all the way down on my cock. I pinched her nipples. "Yesssss!" she answered as her tight pussy clenched my cock and we both came. I was a bit surprised at her reaction to my questions.
As my dick started to soften and slip out of her pussy, I asked Karen, "Does that really turn you on"?
"Thinking about them fucking"? she asked.
"Un huh!"
"I guess it does a little." She blushed.
I felt my cock begin to stir again.
I asked Karen, "what about it turns you on?"
"I can just sort of picture them. It's like I'm watching a porn where we know the people." She reached down and felt my hardening dick. "It seems like it turns you on too. What are you imagining?"
"I can picture Gina on top of Steve, riding his dick, and her cute little tits bouncing up and down."
Karen said, "I can see her bouncing up and down on his big cock, moaning and moaning." My dick jumped to full attention at that comment, and Karen began to stroke it. "Wow, this stuff is really getting you wound up."
Before long, I had her on her back, legs spread, and I was again plowing her well used pussy.
The next day, at breakfast, I commented that last night had been a little different and a lot of fun.
Karen blushed and asked, "what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, the part about Steve and Gina."
She turned redder, "yeah I guess so."
I was beyond surprised at Karen's reaction. Suddenly, I couldn't wait for church services and activities every Sunday. I made it a point to seek out Steve and Gina at every opportunity. I tried to disguise the fact that I was mentally undressing Gina and that I kept imagining her and Steve fucking. I fought off the chubby that sometimes began to grow in my pants. I felt it just wasn't appropriate for church. Karen seemed not to notice, or she didn't care, or she was having the same thoughts about Steve. I was afraid to ask.
Gradually, Steve and Gina became regular participants in our sex life, if only in our imagination. We had great fun pretending to have sex in the same room with them; fantasizing watching them and having them watch us. This progressed to role playing hot make out sessions with them, then fondling and mutual masturbation. We crossed a line when, one night, we pretended to switch off and role play oral sex, me with Gina and Karen with Steve. I was in ecstasy as I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Gina sucking me. I did my best to pretend to be Steve as I ate my wife's hot pussy until she came.
One day, Karen went out to do some shopping. When she returned home, in addition to the normal household supplies, she had brought home a surprise for me. She had been to the adult store. She reached into a bag and pulled out a package containing a rather large, lifelike, dildo. She said, "this is Steve." My jaw dropped. The first time she used it, it took some time to stretch her pussy enough to accept it. Soon, however, she was vigorously fucking herself with it, howling, "fuck me Steve....FUCK ME STEVE!" I was so turned on that I came on her tits just from watching her.
Fucking "Steve" became a regular, and very hot, part of our sex lives. Sometimes she would use "Steve" on herself, sometimes she would have me use "Steve" to fuck her. Sometimes she blew me while "Steve" fucked her. Sometimes she sucked on "Steve" while I fucked her. It felt like we were really pushing some boundaries. The whole thing was very hot, and Karen was obviously enjoying herself. I was happy to see that and got pretty turned on myself, but I had some conflicted feelings too. I hesitated to question the direction that things were going, because I was the one who wanted a more exciting sex life and a more sexually charged wife, and that was just what I was getting.
One night, after "Steve" had pounded Karen's pussy, I asked her, "would you really want to do that?"
"Do what?" she replied.
"Actually mess around with Steve and Gina, or fuck Steve."
She turned a bright shade of red and replied, "we could never do something like that with people from the church!"
My beautiful wife Karen and I had been on a journey to try to restore the excitement and adventure that had existed in our sex life in the early years of our relationship. We found that we both enjoyed sensual massages. We began watching porn, beginning with the soft-core stuff on cable, and progressing to some hard-core videos from our local x rated video store. We were both enjoying pushing our boundaries.
We began to fantasize about, and role play various sexual activities with a couple that we knew, and both found attractive. Karen even bought a good-sized dildo and we role played swapping with them as well as simulating DP. We both found this very exciting and edgy, but one night, after too many drinks and after she had multiple orgasms while fucking "Steve" and sucking my cock, I innocently asked her if she could really see us doing that. I asked her if she really wanted to play with them or if she would really want to fuck Steve. I think that we were both a little scared of where the answer to that question might lead. She turned beet red and didn't answer. "Steve's cock" disappeared and that little game came to an end.
I began to suspect that there was much more going on in Karen's mind than I had realized. I began to wonder what other surprising and fun things she wasn't telling me about. Were there things that she thought about that she was afraid to talk about? Did she sometimes think about things she had done, or guys she had done, before we married? Were there things she wanted to do, or have done to her, that she was embarrassed to share with me? Were there guys that made her pussy tingle?
I decided that the answers to these questions could lead to a lot of fun. The process of finding the answers might be a lot of fun too. Being an unsubtle guy, I first took the direct route. I asked her what kind of fantasies she had. She said that she didn't have any. I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated. She said that she never masturbated. I knew that wasn't true.
"I've seen you do it! What about when we watch videos?" I didn't even bring up the little pretend thing with Steve and Gina.
"That's different" she replied.
I know that men's and women's minds sometimes work very differently, but I had a hard time believing that she had no fantasies and that she never masturbated. I have all sorts of sexual thoughts throughout the day. The sight of an attractive woman, the memory of an old girlfriend, or dirty thoughts about Karen can pop into my head at any time.
I realized that I was going to have to be more subtle and very tricky to encourage her to be more open. If she really didn't have any fantasies, I was going to nurture some. If she did, I was going to find out what they were. I fixated on ways to ask the right questions and get some honest answers. I had tried, while giving her sensual massages, to give her some encouragement to open up. I failed completely. I had taken a wrong turn in our pretend games with Steve and Gina, and that became taboo, so I decided to avoid that subject entirely.
After much thought, I decided that watching the right x rated videos could be the perfect conversation starter. I again began to rent videos, but I focused exclusively on ones that I thought she would like. Without being obvious, I tried to gauge her reaction to different types of videos, along with characters, situations, or activities, that were presented in the videos. If her nipples hardened or she started to rub her pussy, I made a mental note of what was happening on the screen and, the next time I rented a video, I tried to find one that had some of the same elements. Some things soon became obvious. She liked movies with high production values and a story, possibly a little romance in addition to the sex. She liked clean cut, young, attractive actors and actresses. She especially seemed to like young, athletic looking, handsome actors.
Sometimes I would wait until the next day to try to find out what she had liked. Sometimes I would ask her while we were watching. I would say, "That's really hot huh? You really seem to be enjoying that. What is it that you like?" Most of the time, her answers weren't very revealing. Occasionally, the window opened a bit. One night, we were watching a video that had a scene where a beautiful young woman was naked on her back on a table. There was a man standing between her legs, fucking her hard, and she was really enjoying herself, squirming and moaning. There were four or five handsome young guys, dressed in nice suits, standing around the table, watching, with their hard dicks in their hands. As the camera angles changed, you could see that she was looking around, watching each man in turn, looking at his face and watching him stroke his dick. I didn't think that Karen would be interested, so I grabbed the remote and pressed the fast forward button.
Karen grabbed the remote and said, "What are you doing?" She rewound to the beginning of the scene and began to watch again. As one of the guys would finish in or on the woman, another guy would take his place. This scene could only be described as a gang bang; a very tasteful and artistic one, but a gang bang nevertheless. The woman in the video was having orgasm after orgasm and my sweet wife was playing with her pussy and completely engrossed in the action. I was amazed at Karen's reaction. Was she really getting turned on by a gang bang? I know that I was getting much more turned on by watching her reaction than by anything that was happening on the screen.
I sensed an opportunity, so later, when the movie was over, I commented to Karen, "I'm a little surprised. You really seemed to be enjoying the scene where that girl was being fucked by all of those guys!"
"What's not to like?" she replied. "She was beautiful and was obviously enjoying herself. The guys were very handsome, had nice dicks, and knew what to do with them. She was coming and coming. It was super hot. If I was that girl, I'd have been making so much noise that the neighbors would have called the cops."
Her response was so out of character that, for a moment, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I asked her if she could imagine herself in a situation like the girl in the movie.
"It's fun to watch and maybe to think about. I might have even done something like that when I was younger, but I would never do it now." I really wondered what that meant.
On the weekends, we often went to clubs to listen to music and dance. We had a lot of fun and usually drank enough to get a little out of control. One night, I decided to push things a little farther and, after several shots of Vodka, I asked Karen if she thought any of the men in the club were hot. "Some of the young guys are cute, but I doubt if they would be interested in a middle-aged woman like me." I replied that I was pretty sure that she was wrong and that they couldn't possibly imagine what they were missing.
"You're my husband. You have to say that."
I really did believe what I was telling her, but as I looked at her, I realized that, while she was still very attractive and sexy in my eyes, her clothes and makeup said, "middle-aged mom". I decided to do something about it. Her birthday was coming so I got her a gift card for a women's clothing store that specialized in clothing for younger women. Her reaction was, "This is the wrong store. They won't have anything appropriate for someone like me."
I told her that the gift card was not returnable and to just give it a try and buy some nice outfits for work and something sexy for parties or for when we went out dancing. I suggested that she take one of our daughters along if she needed help or advice. That worked out well and she came home with some very stylish outfits. Then, one weeknight, I suggested that we grab some dinner at the local mall. The restaurant that I chose just happened to be next to Victoria's Secret. After dinner, we almost couldn't help but wander in and, with my help and encouragement, and the use of my credit card, Karen picked up some very nice bras and panties to go with her new outfits. Included were a couple of thongs, some lacy, see through panties, and a couple of push up bras.
Even when wearing her new clothes to work, Karen seemed to feel more self-confident and aware of her attractiveness. I couldn't wait for a party or a night of dancing.
One Saturday night, we found a band that we liked at a near-by club and we decided to go. I encouraged Karen to wear one of her new outfits and she chose a very sexy, short, knit dress that really clung to her and accentuated her curves. With a great deal of persuasion, I got her to wear her new push up bra and that worked perfectly with the dress. I tried to get her to skip the panties, but that was a bit too much for her. She wound up wearing white lace panties. I even dressed up a bit. We were both looking good!
We got to the bar and had a drink. Soon, the band started to play, and we got out on the dance floor. It may have been my imagination, but I felt like I was dancing with a whole new woman. I noticed that Karen was attracting attention from some of the other men. When we sat down at our table, I mentioned this to Karen. She frowned and said "bullshit." Then she asked, "which ones." I pointed out a couple of guys and she caught one, then others checking her out.
"See" I said.
Her face brightened, she sat up straighter, she stuck out her chest, and her whole demeanor changed. This only brought more attention. We had some more drinks and got out on the dance floor again. I let my hands roam over Karen's ass, and I was soon pulling her close to hide the erection that I was beginning to sprout. Karen didn't seem to mind the roaming hands or my hard on or that anyone might be watching. When I was able to finally calm down, we returned to our table. A handsome young guy came to our table and asked Karen to dance. She looked at me to see if it was OK. I smiled and nodded. They danced to a couple of songs, then we danced together to a few, and then she danced with some other guys before it was time to go home. I even got to dance with some other women, so I was enjoying myself. I could see Karen was really enjoying herself too and that her self-confidence growing by the minute.
She went home with me. In the car, I coaxed her to remove her panties, hike up her dress, and spread her legs. She needed surprisingly little encouragement. I let my right hand work its way up the inside of her thigh until it reached her very wet cunt. As I began to toy with her clit and stick my fingers in her pussy, I remarked, "you must have enjoyed dancing with those guys a lot. Your pussy is soaked." It didn't take long before she was coming all over my hand and soaking my leather seat.
When we got home, she attacked me as soon as the car was in the garage and before the garage door was even fully closed. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and began to blow me. I said, "Karen, did you think about bringing any of those guys home?"
She took my dick out of her mouth and replied, "Those guys are all too young. They were just having fun with a horny old lady and they'll wind up picking up some hot young babe or going home and fucking their own young wives. Besides, I'm married to you. You seemed to be enjoying yourself too. I'll bet you thought about bringing one of the young hotties home."
As she slid her mouth down my dick, I answered, "It may have crossed my mind. I'll bet, while those guys are fucking their wives, they'll be thinking of you. You were the sexiest women there and I can't imagine that any of them has ever experienced anything as good as one of your blowjobs." With that I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed nearly every drop. "Those guys really don't know what they are missing."
With my encouragement and generous use of my credit card, Karen's wardrobe and makeup kept getting sexier and sexier. She began to realize that people were noticing her, and this had a wonderful effect on her confidence. She really felt sexy and I was enjoying having a wife who was so confident, attractive, desirable, and sexy. Our sex life was improving immensely, but I still felt that there was more there, and I just became more and morel curious about the secrets that Karen was carrying in her head.
One night, as we laid in bed reading, I had a sudden inspiration and asked Karen, "Would you do something special for me tonight?"
She gave me a quizzical look and asked, "What do you want?"
I said, "Would you let me watch you masturbate?"
She gave me an even stranger look and asked, "Why would you want me to do that?"
"I just think it would be hot to watch you. Would you please?"
"I'd be too embarrassed to have you just watch me."
"It would be such a turn on for me. Just give it a try."
"I don't get it, but I'll give it a try for you."
She pulled the covers off, spread her legs, and began pinching a nipple as she rubbed her pussy. I moved to a spot between her legs where I had a good view and began to attentively watch the show. After a few minutes of rubbing and pinching, I noticed that she wasn't really getting into it. I said, "Why don't you take off your panties? Your pussy is so beautiful and it might feel better." She took off the panties and continued to rub and pinch. I could tell that nothing was happening. As a matter of fact, Karen was beginning to get a frown on her face. This really wasn't working for either one of us.
She stopped and said, "I just can't do this."
"What's the matter honey?"
"I just can't get into it with you watching me like that. Can I use one of my toys?"
"Would it help if you thought about something that turns you on?"
"Like what?"
I had to think fast. "Who was the best lover that you ever had?"
"You are of course."
I laughed. "OK, so who was the second best?"
"That's weird. Why would you want to know that? I can't tell you that."
"Why don't you just think about it while you play with yourself?"
She gave me a strange look, but she closed her eyes and her fingers began moving again, this time with a bit more enthusiasm. Soon, her face was beginning to blush, her nipples hardening, her pussy moistening, and her fingers moving faster. I asked her if she could picture him. I asked her, "why was sex with him so good?" She shook her head, but she seemed to be getting more excited. I asked her if she could remember the best sex she had ever had with him and exactly what they had done. I got no answer except that she was now starting to moan, and the moans were becoming louder. Watching her play with herself as she explored this memory was one of the hottest things that I had ever seen, and my dick was getting harder. I asked her, "are you imagining him fucking you?" She nodded and immediately had an intense orgasm. I was so excited I couldn't control myself and I came all over her stomach.
As we caught our breath, all I could say was "wow."
"Wow is right. You came without me even touching you!"
For years I had repressed any interest in Karen's sex life before we met, but now my curiosity was overwhelming. I said, "Tell me about it."
She replied, "Tell you about what?
"What were you thinking about? You came like a wild woman."
"Why are you interested in that?"
"Well, something really got you going. What was it? Who was the guy?"
"I think it's really strange that you are interested in another guy who fucked me. That was a long time ago and I'm not talking about it."
I had really enjoyed watching Karen come so hard and my curiosity about my wife's past went into overdrive. We continued to enjoy a variety of sexual activities, but, every so often, I would ask her to let me watch her masturbate. She was always hesitant, but she usually did it to please me. I always had to contribute some ideas to really get her going. Once, I told her to try and remember her most enjoyable one-night stand. I asked her about the wildest or most taboo thing that she had ever done. That subject got her going in no time. I tried to get her to describe the experience, but, again, she just couldn't understand my interest and refused to elaborate.
I asked her what was the strangest place that she had ever had sex. I asked her if she remembered the best pussy eater. I asked if she remembered who had taught her how to give blowjobs. I asked her if she remembered the biggest cock she had ever had. (That one got a big response). Sometimes I completely failed, but usually, I could find something that worked. Once I could see that she was responding, I just began to ask more questions or paint more images to lead her on. If I could see that she wasn't responding, I would backtrack and try something different. I always tried to focus on her: what she was feeling, what she was remembering, what she was picturing, what she was imagining. Watching her play with herself and come like crazy while thinking about this stuff always made me horny as hell and I usually played with myself until I came. She often commented on how surprised she was that I got so excited, but that she just couldn't understand my "obsession" and that she just didn't feel comfortable telling me about her past experiences. I tried to explain that I was really interested in the things that turned her on and I loved seeing her enjoy herself sexually, but the door remained shut and I remained disappointed.
One night, I asked her to masturbate for me and she really surprised me when she said "OK, but why don't you tell me a story this time?"
I hesitated and had to think for a bit. After a lot of thought, I decided to tell her about an experience that I had with my first wife, Maggie, before we got married. This was dangerous territory, for several reasons, but it was something that I remembered vividly and one of the hottest things that I had ever experienced.
"OK. I'm going to tell you about something that happened to Maggie and me."
She frowned and said, "What's that?"
I should explain that Karen had always had a thing about my first wife, Maggie. In her mind, she compared herself to Maggie and felt she came up short. No matter how many times I told her that she was completely wrong, that there was a reason we had divorced and that I was happily married to her now, she never really got over it.
I decided to proceed with my story. "We sort of fell into something with another couple"
"What kind of something?"
"We were really drunk and stoned and we sort of played around with them."
"What does played around mean?"
"We swapped partners."
Karen laughed and said, "That's bullshit. Maggie would never have done that. You are making this up."
This was the moment of truth. I replied, "You can believe it or not, but it's all true and I remember every minute of it." I began to tell the story. I told her how we had drunk way too much and smoked way too much pot with this couple, Tommy and Wendy. As we got more messed up the conversation turned to some pretty explicit sexual stuff and soon moved beyond talk. I described Wendy as she remover summer dress and showed that she had nothing on underneath, and that she had very cute, smallish tits, a nice big butt, and an impressive, thick bush. I told her how I convinced Maggie to take off her tube top and show off her perfect, pink tipped tits, and how embarrassed she seemed, but how exciting it felt to see Tommy and Wendy salivating over those tits.
"I still think you are making this up but go on." She now had a rather serious look on her face.
I described how Maggie's skirt and panties soon came off, exposing her shaved pussy, how she turned red with embarrassment or arousal, and how she just reached down and grabbed Tommy's dick as he gave her a passionate kiss. I paused and looked over at Karen. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing hard and she was furiously flogging her cunt.
"Go on," she panted.
I admitted to now having a colossal erection, whether from watching my innocent girlfriend behaving in such a wanton manner or from anticipation of what I would soon be doing with Wendy. I told Maggie how much I had enjoyed having my dick sucked by Wendy as Maggie watched and how I was a little upset as I watched Maggie do the same thing to Tommy. I described the mixture of arousal and regret that I had felt when our eyes made contact as I watched Maggie's pussy being stretched as she bounced up and down on Tommy's cock while I squeezed Maggie's round ass and pounded away on her hairy cunt.
I described to Karen how I wondered if Maggie was having the same feelings that I was having. I tried to explain the rush of emotions that I was feeling as Maggie orgasmed on Tommy's cock and he filled her pussy with his sperm. I told her that none of these emotions kept me from pumping a giant load into Wendy, and completely enjoying the feeling.
At this point, Karen's back arched, and her ass lifted off the bed. She almost seemed to be having a seizure as she came. There was more to my story, but I decided that this was a good place to stop.
When she calmed down, Karen softly said, "I still think you are full of shit, but that's a pretty good story anyway." I said nothing.
From that night, on occasion as we laid in bed, Karen would ask me to tell her the story again. I would add a detail here and there and describe more of what we had done. I think that Karen slowly began to believe me. Sometimes, she would even ask me to fuck her "like you fucked Wendy" or "Show me how Tommy fucked Maggie." I was always happy to oblige.
Since I had shared one of my deepest secrets, Karen slowly began to share some of hers.
I turned my head and my eyes met hers as she walked toward the bar. I have to say that there was something incredibly sexy about her. Even today I couldn't tell you exactly what it was that made her stand out, but I felt an immediate attraction. There were a few sideways glances by both of us as the evening wore on. Later, I got up to use the restroom and, as I emerged from doing my business, she was coming towards me. We exchanged hellos and made some small talk about the band, our jobs, and other random topics. I offered to buy her a drink and she accepted. She got me out onto the dance floor and we danced to a few songs. I was enjoying her company and she seemed to be enjoying mine. At closing time, we were both pretty hammered and, as we walked from the bar together, I had hopes of having wild sex with this very hot young woman. On the sidewalk outside the bar, we did almost everything but have sex. People driving by were making comments, honking horns, and laughing at us. Neither of us cared. I couldn't talk her into taking me home, but I did get her phone number.
I waited an appropriate number of days, then called her to ask her out. We went to dinner and a movie as I remember. There was no sex at the end of the night, but we had both had a very good time. This led to a couple of more dates. Finally, after the third or fourth date, one thing led to another and we were back at her place for some late-night activities. We nearly ripped the clothes off of each other. I can only say that the sex was spectacular. She was even better looking with her clothes off and almost attacked me. I used my oral talents to lick and suck her pussy and clit to several loud orgasms. She screamed and shook each time. She sucked my dick with a level of enthusiasm and expertise that I had never experienced before, finally swallowing every drop of my semen. We ended the night with a very satisfying fuck (cowgirl if I remember correctly). Her vagina seemed to fit my dick like a velvet glove. We went at it again in the morning.
As time went by, we were spending more and more time with each other. As I hung around with her and her friends, I started to get the impression that she had a pretty wild past and lots of previous relationships. In fact, I got the feeling that she had slept with most of the guys in her circle of friends, and she had a very large group of friends. Sometimes, at a party or barbeque, I would get weird feelings, thinking that every Tom, Dick and Harry at the party had seen her naked and wondering what else they had done. I sometimes wondered if one of these guys had taught her to give such fantastic blowjobs. I often felt a strange mixture of jealousy, arousal, and a feeling of superiority, since I was the one now bedding this hot woman.
I shoved all those thoughts to the back of my mind because I considered myself to me open minded and non-judgmental, I wasn't exactly pure myself, and I was really enjoying some excellent and exciting sex with a beautiful woman. We had sex in the water at a crowded beach. We had sex in a bar bathroom. We had loud sex in a tent at a crowded campground. She blew me between two parked cars in a bar parking lot. I fingered her to orgasm on a dark dance floor in a bar. She often blew me on road trips while I was driving. She seemed open to almost anything, was loads of fun, and I could have an intelligent conversation with her too.
A year went by and my divorce had become final. Our relationship had become pretty much exclusive. (I was still working on tying up a few loose ends. I'm not sure about her). We were still enjoying each other's company, doing lots of fun things, and the sex was still frequent varied, and toe curling. We began to discuss our future and finally took the leap.
Twenty or so years and three kids later and we were still happily married. We still enjoyed spending time with each other. Karen had put on a few pounds. Her firm B cup breasts were sagging a bit and were probably now C cups. Her cute little ass and thighs had a little more jiggle, but I still loved every inch of her. Her hairy little vagina was still as tight as the first time I had sex with her. She was still a beautiful woman who would turn heads when dancing at the clubs or at parties. I was no longer the buff young stud I had been and had developed a few grey hairs, but I still had a few women flirting with me. The kids were either out of the house or seldom home and we had lots more time together.
Things were pretty good except for one thing. Over the years, she had moved into full on mommy, PTA, church lady mode and as she adopted those attitudes, I more and more saw her that way. We still had sex, but it had become routine and rather boring. Almost nothing ever occurred outside of the bedroom. It always started out with kissing and cuddling, then progressed to breast fondling, then nipple biting and sucking. I would eat her pussy; sometimes making her orgasm, sometimes just bringing her to the edge. Karen would expertly suck my dick, sometimes making me come in her mouth, sometimes stopping and making me fuck her until we both came. Then we rolled over and went to sleep. We both always seemed to get off and our basic biological needs were being met. Often, I felt that we were both just going through the motions.
Now that we had some freedom to enjoy ourselves, I really wanted to take advantage. I wanted to be able to see Karen not as the PTA mom but as the sexy woman that she had been in our younger days. I wanted her to let loose from the bonds of mommyhood and good church lady and feel sexy again. I wanted her to look at me with new eyes.
My mind began to work overtime on ideas to create some excitement. I decided to see if toys would have an effect. I went down to my local sex store and bought a moderate size, vibrating dildo. After much thought on how to introduce my new purchase, I decided to gift wrap it and give it to her before bed one night. She unwrapped it, looked at it like it was a hand grenade, and said "what the hell is this?" She wouldn't even touch it. She hid it somewhere and I didn't see it again for months. Thinking that I had simply made a poor choice, I convinced her to accompany me to the adult store to pick out something more to her liking. With much prodding, she chose a small, non-threatening vibrator, about the size of a lipstick tube. She did seem to enjoy it when I prodded her to use it, but she never took the initiative to use it without my pressing and she wouldn't admit to using it when she was alone.
One night I had an idea. I asked her if she wanted a massage and she responded, "sure". I told her to go upstairs, put on some music, and change into something appropriate while I warmed some oils and lotions. When I got upstairs, she was lying face down on the bed in her bathrobe. I told her that the bathrobe was going to interfere with the massage and she removed it to reveal her bra and panties. I began working on one arm, then the other, using the lotion to warm and soften her skin as I worked her muscles to relieve her tension. I climbed on the bed and straddled her, kneading her shoulders and back, just as I had her arms. She really began to relax, and I heard "ummm, that really feels good". I moved lower on her back, unhooking her bra for easier access. I continued to move lower on her back, brushing the sides of her breasts and finally reaching her panties. I teasingly massaged her lower back occasionally slipping my fingers under the thin fabric of her panties. Finally, I pulled the panties down and began to massage her beautiful butt cheeks, kneading and spreading them. I teased very close to her hairy pussy and her cute brown anus, brushing her pubic hairs, but stopping short of actual contact.
I then moved to one of her feet and she jerked as I rubbed lotion on her soles. "That tickles" she said. Ignoring her, I held her foot tightly and continued to massage it, then moved to the other foot. I began rubbing and kneading, first her calves, then the backs of her thighs. Her panties were now in the way and I asked if I could remove them. She replied with a soft, shaky "u huh". After removing the panties, I moved higher on her thighs, massaging them, again paying attention to her beautiful butt and occasionally letting a finger accidentally tickle her pubes and tease her pussy.
I asked her if she wanted to turn over so that I could do the other side and she rolled over without a word. Now she was fully on display. Her face and chest were red with arousal. Her areolae were puckered and shrunken while her firm nipples protruded. I could see the hard, pink bud of her clit through the thick, curly, reddish-brown mat of her bush. Her labia were engorged and damp with her arousal. She seemed to be enjoying the massage.
Now I started on her legs, working up her calves and again paying close attention to her beautiful thighs. I probed the area where her legs met her torso, lightly grazing her pubic hair. She moaned and slightly spread her legs. She raised her hips, wordlessly begging me to minister to her swollen clitoris and bring her relief.
I ignored her pleas and moved up to massage her beautiful breasts. I began to gently tickle her areolae and her nipples seemed to get even harder and protrude further. Finally, I began to pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers. Her breathing became more rapid and she began to moan. I noticed that her pussy was becoming visibly wet.
She cried out, "Jim, suck my nipples, bite my nipples" but I reminded her that this was a massage and told her that nipple sucking was not part of a massage.
After spending a generous amount of time on her breasts, I moved lower kneading her abdomen and finally moving to her vulva. Her breathing was becoming shallower and faster as I tended to her pubic mound. I gently teased her pubic hairs. As I made contact with her labia, she moaned louder and cried out "Oh, Oh, Oh, OH!". Her juices began to drip down the crack of her ass. I'll be damned if she wasn't having an orgasm.
I began to probe her inner lips and tease around her clit. Her body began to tremble, and her hips repeatedly tensed as her ass lifted off the bed. I inserted first one finger, then two, then three as I gently caressed her swollen clit with my thumb and rubbed her g spot. She cried out "Jim, please eat my pussy NOW!", but I ignored her pleas. Her juices flooded over my hand as she came again.
I asked her where her toys were hiding, and she pointed at the bottom drawer of the dresser. I reached over, dug underneath some clothes and pulled out the vibrating dildo. I turned it on to the lowest setting and began to circle first one nipple, then the other. I didn't think her nipples could get any harder, but they did. Her whole body tensed. After spending some time on her breasts, I moved between her legs and used the dildo to tease around her vulva, slowly moving it over the outer and inner lips of her pussy, varying the speed to see what kind of effect it would have. As I hit medium speed, Karen began to shake, almost like she was having a seizure. The sheet beneath her ass was now soaked with her juices.
Finally, I slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into her swollen vagina and began to fuck her with it. Within seconds she began screaming "Uh, uh, uh, Oh my God, Oh my God I'm coming again!" and she went completely limp as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
I shouldn't have to tell you that, by this time I, was pretty turned on myself. I quickly removed my pants and, as she regained her awareness, Karen sat up and, seeing my aroused state, took my hard dick in her mouth. Using the skills that had so impressed me when we were dating, she stroked me with one hand and teased my balls with the other as she licked and swallowed my engorged member. Before long, I was pouring what seemed like gallons of semen into her mouth and she swallowed every drop like a pro.
We laid there for a while, both completely spent. Finally, I asked her if she had enjoyed her massage. She replied "wow, that was unbelievable. You can do that anytime".
I had a relaxed, well moisturized and very satisfied wife and I felt that I had taken a small step toward my goal. In the following days I used the massage gambit several times and began to think of new twists to take it further, but that will be another story.
My wife, Karen, and I had been married for a little over twenty years and had three children. We were in our mid forties and the kids were away at school or living on their own. We were well established in our jobs and in our community, and fairly secure financially. I had been looking forward to the freedom that we now had to recapture a little of the romantic spontaneity and sexual wildness that we had experienced in our younger years.
Karen was still a very beautiful woman and I still loved her very much. Her figure had filled out a bit, and things jiggled a little more, but she was still beautiful. She was about 5'6" with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes. On the rare occasions where I could convince her to wear something sexy and put on some makeup, she could still turn heads. We still had sex on a regular basis, and we were able to satisfy each other's physical needs, but I really wanted her to shed the church lady image and mentality, and dress and act a little more like the sexy thing that she had once been. I wanted a little more excitement. She was very resistant, and I was determined that I wasn't going to go through the rest of my life settling for a boring sex life. I had been a faithful husband, but something was going to give. I began to experiment with ideas to change things.
I had tried several approaches without much success, and finally had the idea of giving her a sensual massage. She really loved it and I was usually able to give her multiple, and very powerful, orgasms. She had a small vibrator and a vibrating dildo that had been gathering dust and I was able to incorporate them into the massages with great success. I'll admit that seeing her become very aroused, and having very strong orgasms, excited me as well. Massages became a regular part of our foreplay that we both enjoyed. Sex came more frequently, and we both enjoyed it more. We were making progress.
One Friday night we had a few drinks and smoked some pot. We headed for the bedroom and I asked Karen if she wanted a massage. She said "sure" and, after she removed her clothes, I began rubbing and kneading and pleasuring her body.
As I got to her naughty parts, I had a massive erection and she was starting to breathe faster and moan. For some reason, I asked her, "Karen honey, I'm curious. What do you think about when I am giving you these massages?"
She softly asked, "what do you mean?"
I said, "when you are having those orgasms, you must be imagining something. What are you thinking about?"
She replied, "I think about how good it feels and how much I love you for doing this. Sometimes, I think about something that we have done, like that time we went to the nude beach and we got each other off rubbing suntan lotion on each other."
"Yeah, that was really hot. I was surprised that we didn't get arrested for that one." I asked her, "do you ever imagine that it's another guy giving you the massage"?
She said "no."
I said, "don't you ever think about old boyfriends or guys at the gym or at work?"
"No"!
"Wouldn't you get excited thinking about Brad Pitt or George Clooney giving you a massage?"
She raised up on her elbows, turned around and glared at me. My erection began to deflate. The romantic moment came to a sudden end and we both rolled over and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. I went downstairs and Karen was sitting at the kitchen table, giving me a dirty look and holding a cup of coffee. I grabbed a cup and said, "morning sweetie."
She took a deep breath and asked, "what was that all about last night?"
I innocently replied, "what do you mean?"
Karen frowned and said, "all that shit about other guys, movie stars, old boyfriends. What the hell was that all about?"
"I don't know what I was thinking. That must have been the booze and pot talking. I'm sorry if I upset you."
"Do you think about other women like that when we are fooling around?"
"No."
"Never? not even Marissa Tomei or Demi Moore or Debra Winger, or any of the little hotties at work?"
"Well, maybe I think about Marissa or Demi occasionally, but never anyone that I actually know." I lied. I saw attractive women every day: at work, on the street, in bars, in stores, and I often thought about what kind of underwear they were wearing, whether they shaved their pussies, what their nipples looked like, what their pussies looked like, and how firm their tits and asses were. I wondered if they gave good head and how wild they were in bed. I wondered what got them off. I thought about stuff I had done with my first wife and with old girlfriends. I know that most of my male friends think about the same things, but I sure wasn't going to tell Karen any of that.
I got the cold shoulder and no sex for about two weeks. Then, one day at work, I got a call from Karen. She said that she was having a really bad day. "I could use a massage tonight, but none of that weird shit about other guys, OK." That night, I kept my mouth shut and focused on giving her the best massage that she had ever had. She really enjoyed it and paid me back with one of her fantastic blow jobs. What a relief. I was forgiven!
Occasionally, we would watch soft core porn on cable. Most of the time, we found these movies funny. We had a great time commenting on the fake tits, heavy makeup, and bleached blonde hair that seemed to be the standard look for the actresses. We made fun of the weak plots. We speculated on whether the tanned, heavily muscled actors were actually gay. In spite of how much we made fun of these movies, we often had some pretty hot sex afterward.
One night, we were watching one of these cable movies that portrayed two young, married, neighbor couples having dinner and drinks and flirting and joking about swapping spouses. The movie was far better than the usual fare. The dialogue was pretty natural. The couples were very attractive, and they were not bad actors. The simulated sex was even hot. As the action began, with the couples first flirting and engaging in suggestive banter, then playing with their own spouses, then progressing to kissing, undressing, fucking, and sucking each other's spouses, the tent that was being erected in my pants made it obvious how much I was enjoying it. I was surprised when I looked over at Karen and she had one hand pinching a nipple and the other buried deep in her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy. Seeing that, my dick got even harder and I leaned over to kiss her. She elbowed me away and continued to play with herself as she stared at the screen. Only after she had an explosive orgasm did she get on her hands and knees on the floor and allow me to fuck her from behind, squeezing her swaying tits and pinching her hard nipples. Her pussy was red and swollen and her extreme wetness allowed my dick to slide right in. Her eyes never left the screen and her orgasms seemed to coincide with some of the hotter scenes in the movie. Between the movie and Karen's response to it, it didn't take me long to blow a huge load in her steaming, wet pussy.
The next morning, at breakfast, I commented to Karen, "that was a pretty good movie last night. You really seemed to enjoy it."
She replied, "it was pretty hot. You seemed to like it too."
"Yeah. What did you like about it?"
"I thought the couples were cute and the sex was kind of hot."
"Did the plot turn you on?"
"It was interesting."
I asked her if she would be interested in renting some real x rated movies sometime, just to see what they would be like. She replied that we could try it, "just to see what they were like." I was happy to have found another activity that might add some variety to our love life, and I was a bit surprised at Karen's response to the story line of the movie.
A couple of weeks went by and a weekend was coming where the weather was supposed to be bad and we had no plans. I asked Karen if we should rent a movie or two to watch and she agreed. I could barely contain my excitement as I Ieft the house and drove to our local x rated video store. I was like a kid in a candy store and was overwhelmed by all the choices. I couldn't decide, so I rented a bunch of movies. Between Friday night and Saturday, we watched all of them. Some were terrible, and we fast forwarded through them. Some were only OK but we still watched them. Some were hotter than hot and we were riveted to them. Some of the scenes were so hot that we had to rewind and watch again. All were much more graphic than what we were used to watching on cable. I lost count of how many times we fucked.
Sunday morning, we were having breakfast before going to church and we began to discuss the movies we had watched; what we liked or didn't like, what was a turn on or not. Soon, we both began to get worked up again, thinking about scenes in the movies, and hearing each other talk about them. We were so turned on that we had to run upstairs for a morning quickie. We had to go to the late church service, and we were both walking funny.
"Movie nights" became a regular part of our weekend entertainment, not every weekend, but often, when we didn't have other plans. I usually knew what I wanted to see so I would get a movie that I thought I would enjoy. I really liked the amateur compilations. The variety and the natural bodies appealed to me. The shyness and seeming embarrassment of some of the women were a real turn on. I loved when they had a rocking climax because I imagined that they weren't good enough actresses to fake it that well. The idea that someone's neighbors, co-workers, or friends would appear in these videos made them even more appealing. I kept hoping to see someone we knew. The lack of a plots, or any story, became a little boring after a while, so I would sometimes get one of the "classic" videos; the kind that used to show in the old porn theaters. As bad as the acting and plots often were, they were a nice change.
I tried to get a feel for what Karen would like and I would rent something that I thought would appeal to her, but I was having a harder time with that. Sometimes my choices were fine but sometimes I got complaints. After much persuasion, I convinced Karen to accompany me to the video store to provide some input on the movies that we rented. Strangely, it was a huge turn on for me, having her in the store with me, going through the shelves of videos. There were usually only one or two couples there, no single women, and lots of guys, so she got plenty of attention. She seemed to like the choice of movies better when she had a role in the selection. At least she couldn't complain about my choices.
This arrangement worked out well until, one Friday night at the video store, we ran into a couple that we knew from our church. Steve and Gina were about ten years younger than us. He was a good-looking guy with light brown hair and blue eyes, professional looking, a little shorter than me and a little heavier. Gina was a very pretty, short Italian with brown hair and eyes, olive skin, smallish breasts, wide hips, full thighs, and the beginning of a bubble butt. I had always found her very attractive. Karen noticed them first and tried to drag me toward the door before they noticed us. I saw them and went over to say hello as Karen tried to hide in a corner, her face blushing red. Steve replied to my greeting, looking down at the floor, as Gina tried to hide behind him. I made sure to say hi to her too, before going back to my shopping.
On the way home, I said to Karen, "It was nice running into Steve and Gina. I wonder what kind of movies they like." She punched me hard in the shoulder. Later that night, after we watched a very hot amateur compilation, Karen was riding me, and I was sucking on one of her hard nipples as I pinched the other one.
I stopped sucking for a moment and asked, "Do you think Gina and Steve have finished watching their movie?"
Her face became flushed as she replied "probably."
"Do you think they are fucking right now?"
"Probably."
'Can you imagine them fucking?"
"Yes."
"Do you think they are picturing us fucking?"
She sank all the way down on my cock. I pinched her nipples. "Yesssss!" she answered as her tight pussy clenched my cock and we both came. I was a bit surprised at her reaction to my questions.
As my dick started to soften and slip out of her pussy, I asked Karen, "Does that really turn you on"?
"Thinking about them fucking"? she asked.
"Un huh!"
"I guess it does a little." She blushed.
I felt my cock begin to stir again.
I asked Karen, "what about it turns you on?"
"I can just sort of picture them. It's like I'm watching a porn where we know the people." She reached down and felt my hardening dick. "It seems like it turns you on too. What are you imagining?"
"I can picture Gina on top of Steve, riding his dick, and her cute little tits bouncing up and down."
Karen said, "I can see her bouncing up and down on his big cock, moaning and moaning." My dick jumped to full attention at that comment, and Karen began to stroke it. "Wow, this stuff is really getting you wound up."
Before long, I had her on her back, legs spread, and I was again plowing her well used pussy.
The next day, at breakfast, I commented that last night had been a little different and a lot of fun.
Karen blushed and asked, "what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, the part about Steve and Gina."
She turned redder, "yeah I guess so."
I was beyond surprised at Karen's reaction. Suddenly, I couldn't wait for church services and activities every Sunday. I made it a point to seek out Steve and Gina at every opportunity. I tried to disguise the fact that I was mentally undressing Gina and that I kept imagining her and Steve fucking. I fought off the chubby that sometimes began to grow in my pants. I felt it just wasn't appropriate for church. Karen seemed not to notice, or she didn't care, or she was having the same thoughts about Steve. I was afraid to ask.
Gradually, Steve and Gina became regular participants in our sex life, if only in our imagination. We had great fun pretending to have sex in the same room with them; fantasizing watching them and having them watch us. This progressed to role playing hot make out sessions with them, then fondling and mutual masturbation. We crossed a line when, one night, we pretended to switch off and role play oral sex, me with Gina and Karen with Steve. I was in ecstasy as I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Gina sucking me. I did my best to pretend to be Steve as I ate my wife's hot pussy until she came.
One day, Karen went out to do some shopping. When she returned home, in addition to the normal household supplies, she had brought home a surprise for me. She had been to the adult store. She reached into a bag and pulled out a package containing a rather large, lifelike, dildo. She said, "this is Steve." My jaw dropped. The first time she used it, it took some time to stretch her pussy enough to accept it. Soon, however, she was vigorously fucking herself with it, howling, "fuck me Steve....FUCK ME STEVE!" I was so turned on that I came on her tits just from watching her.
Fucking "Steve" became a regular, and very hot, part of our sex lives. Sometimes she would use "Steve" on herself, sometimes she would have me use "Steve" to fuck her. Sometimes she blew me while "Steve" fucked her. Sometimes she sucked on "Steve" while I fucked her. It felt like we were really pushing some boundaries. The whole thing was very hot, and Karen was obviously enjoying herself. I was happy to see that and got pretty turned on myself, but I had some conflicted feelings too. I hesitated to question the direction that things were going, because I was the one who wanted a more exciting sex life and a more sexually charged wife, and that was just what I was getting.
One night, after "Steve" had pounded Karen's pussy, I asked her, "would you really want to do that?"
"Do what?" she replied.
"Actually mess around with Steve and Gina, or fuck Steve."
She turned a bright shade of red and replied, "we could never do something like that with people from the church!"
My beautiful wife Karen and I had been on a journey to try to restore the excitement and adventure that had existed in our sex life in the early years of our relationship. We found that we both enjoyed sensual massages. We began watching porn, beginning with the soft-core stuff on cable, and progressing to some hard-core videos from our local x rated video store. We were both enjoying pushing our boundaries.
We began to fantasize about, and role play various sexual activities with a couple that we knew, and both found attractive. Karen even bought a good-sized dildo and we role played swapping with them as well as simulating DP. We both found this very exciting and edgy, but one night, after too many drinks and after she had multiple orgasms while fucking "Steve" and sucking my cock, I innocently asked her if she could really see us doing that. I asked her if she really wanted to play with them or if she would really want to fuck Steve. I think that we were both a little scared of where the answer to that question might lead. She turned beet red and didn't answer. "Steve's cock" disappeared and that little game came to an end.
I began to suspect that there was much more going on in Karen's mind than I had realized. I began to wonder what other surprising and fun things she wasn't telling me about. Were there things that she thought about that she was afraid to talk about? Did she sometimes think about things she had done, or guys she had done, before we married? Were there things she wanted to do, or have done to her, that she was embarrassed to share with me? Were there guys that made her pussy tingle?
I decided that the answers to these questions could lead to a lot of fun. The process of finding the answers might be a lot of fun too. Being an unsubtle guy, I first took the direct route. I asked her what kind of fantasies she had. She said that she didn't have any. I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated. She said that she never masturbated. I knew that wasn't true.
"I've seen you do it! What about when we watch videos?" I didn't even bring up the little pretend thing with Steve and Gina.
"That's different" she replied.
I know that men's and women's minds sometimes work very differently, but I had a hard time believing that she had no fantasies and that she never masturbated. I have all sorts of sexual thoughts throughout the day. The sight of an attractive woman, the memory of an old girlfriend, or dirty thoughts about Karen can pop into my head at any time.
I realized that I was going to have to be more subtle and very tricky to encourage her to be more open. If she really didn't have any fantasies, I was going to nurture some. If she did, I was going to find out what they were. I fixated on ways to ask the right questions and get some honest answers. I had tried, while giving her sensual massages, to give her some encouragement to open up. I failed completely. I had taken a wrong turn in our pretend games with Steve and Gina, and that became taboo, so I decided to avoid that subject entirely.
After much thought, I decided that watching the right x rated videos could be the perfect conversation starter. I again began to rent videos, but I focused exclusively on ones that I thought she would like. Without being obvious, I tried to gauge her reaction to different types of videos, along with characters, situations, or activities, that were presented in the videos. If her nipples hardened or she started to rub her pussy, I made a mental note of what was happening on the screen and, the next time I rented a video, I tried to find one that had some of the same elements. Some things soon became obvious. She liked movies with high production values and a story, possibly a little romance in addition to the sex. She liked clean cut, young, attractive actors and actresses. She especially seemed to like young, athletic looking, handsome actors.
Sometimes I would wait until the next day to try to find out what she had liked. Sometimes I would ask her while we were watching. I would say, "That's really hot huh? You really seem to be enjoying that. What is it that you like?" Most of the time, her answers weren't very revealing. Occasionally, the window opened a bit. One night, we were watching a video that had a scene where a beautiful young woman was naked on her back on a table. There was a man standing between her legs, fucking her hard, and she was really enjoying herself, squirming and moaning. There were four or five handsome young guys, dressed in nice suits, standing around the table, watching, with their hard dicks in their hands. As the camera angles changed, you could see that she was looking around, watching each man in turn, looking at his face and watching him stroke his dick. I didn't think that Karen would be interested, so I grabbed the remote and pressed the fast forward button.
Karen grabbed the remote and said, "What are you doing?" She rewound to the beginning of the scene and began to watch again. As one of the guys would finish in or on the woman, another guy would take his place. This scene could only be described as a gang bang; a very tasteful and artistic one, but a gang bang nevertheless. The woman in the video was having orgasm after orgasm and my sweet wife was playing with her pussy and completely engrossed in the action. I was amazed at Karen's reaction. Was she really getting turned on by a gang bang? I know that I was getting much more turned on by watching her reaction than by anything that was happening on the screen.
I sensed an opportunity, so later, when the movie was over, I commented to Karen, "I'm a little surprised. You really seemed to be enjoying the scene where that girl was being fucked by all of those guys!"
"What's not to like?" she replied. "She was beautiful and was obviously enjoying herself. The guys were very handsome, had nice dicks, and knew what to do with them. She was coming and coming. It was super hot. If I was that girl, I'd have been making so much noise that the neighbors would have called the cops."
Her response was so out of character that, for a moment, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I asked her if she could imagine herself in a situation like the girl in the movie.
"It's fun to watch and maybe to think about. I might have even done something like that when I was younger, but I would never do it now." I really wondered what that meant.
On the weekends, we often went to clubs to listen to music and dance. We had a lot of fun and usually drank enough to get a little out of control. One night, I decided to push things a little farther and, after several shots of Vodka, I asked Karen if she thought any of the men in the club were hot. "Some of the young guys are cute, but I doubt if they would be interested in a middle-aged woman like me." I replied that I was pretty sure that she was wrong and that they couldn't possibly imagine what they were missing.
"You're my husband. You have to say that."
I really did believe what I was telling her, but as I looked at her, I realized that, while she was still very attractive and sexy in my eyes, her clothes and makeup said, "middle-aged mom". I decided to do something about it. Her birthday was coming so I got her a gift card for a women's clothing store that specialized in clothing for younger women. Her reaction was, "This is the wrong store. They won't have anything appropriate for someone like me."
I told her that the gift card was not returnable and to just give it a try and buy some nice outfits for work and something sexy for parties or for when we went out dancing. I suggested that she take one of our daughters along if she needed help or advice. That worked out well and she came home with some very stylish outfits. Then, one weeknight, I suggested that we grab some dinner at the local mall. The restaurant that I chose just happened to be next to Victoria's Secret. After dinner, we almost couldn't help but wander in and, with my help and encouragement, and the use of my credit card, Karen picked up some very nice bras and panties to go with her new outfits. Included were a couple of thongs, some lacy, see through panties, and a couple of push up bras.
Even when wearing her new clothes to work, Karen seemed to feel more self-confident and aware of her attractiveness. I couldn't wait for a party or a night of dancing.
One Saturday night, we found a band that we liked at a near-by club and we decided to go. I encouraged Karen to wear one of her new outfits and she chose a very sexy, short, knit dress that really clung to her and accentuated her curves. With a great deal of persuasion, I got her to wear her new push up bra and that worked perfectly with the dress. I tried to get her to skip the panties, but that was a bit too much for her. She wound up wearing white lace panties. I even dressed up a bit. We were both looking good!
We got to the bar and had a drink. Soon, the band started to play, and we got out on the dance floor. It may have been my imagination, but I felt like I was dancing with a whole new woman. I noticed that Karen was attracting attention from some of the other men. When we sat down at our table, I mentioned this to Karen. She frowned and said "bullshit." Then she asked, "which ones." I pointed out a couple of guys and she caught one, then others checking her out.
"See" I said.
Her face brightened, she sat up straighter, she stuck out her chest, and her whole demeanor changed. This only brought more attention. We had some more drinks and got out on the dance floor again. I let my hands roam over Karen's ass, and I was soon pulling her close to hide the erection that I was beginning to sprout. Karen didn't seem to mind the roaming hands or my hard on or that anyone might be watching. When I was able to finally calm down, we returned to our table. A handsome young guy came to our table and asked Karen to dance. She looked at me to see if it was OK. I smiled and nodded. They danced to a couple of songs, then we danced together to a few, and then she danced with some other guys before it was time to go home. I even got to dance with some other women, so I was enjoying myself. I could see Karen was really enjoying herself too and that her self-confidence growing by the minute.
She went home with me. In the car, I coaxed her to remove her panties, hike up her dress, and spread her legs. She needed surprisingly little encouragement. I let my right hand work its way up the inside of her thigh until it reached her very wet cunt. As I began to toy with her clit and stick my fingers in her pussy, I remarked, "you must have enjoyed dancing with those guys a lot. Your pussy is soaked." It didn't take long before she was coming all over my hand and soaking my leather seat.
When we got home, she attacked me as soon as the car was in the garage and before the garage door was even fully closed. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and began to blow me. I said, "Karen, did you think about bringing any of those guys home?"
She took my dick out of her mouth and replied, "Those guys are all too young. They were just having fun with a horny old lady and they'll wind up picking up some hot young babe or going home and fucking their own young wives. Besides, I'm married to you. You seemed to be enjoying yourself too. I'll bet you thought about bringing one of the young hotties home."
As she slid her mouth down my dick, I answered, "It may have crossed my mind. I'll bet, while those guys are fucking their wives, they'll be thinking of you. You were the sexiest women there and I can't imagine that any of them has ever experienced anything as good as one of your blowjobs." With that I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed nearly every drop. "Those guys really don't know what they are missing."
With my encouragement and generous use of my credit card, Karen's wardrobe and makeup kept getting sexier and sexier. She began to realize that people were noticing her, and this had a wonderful effect on her confidence. She really felt sexy and I was enjoying having a wife who was so confident, attractive, desirable, and sexy. Our sex life was improving immensely, but I still felt that there was more there, and I just became more and morel curious about the secrets that Karen was carrying in her head.
One night, as we laid in bed reading, I had a sudden inspiration and asked Karen, "Would you do something special for me tonight?"
She gave me a quizzical look and asked, "What do you want?"
I said, "Would you let me watch you masturbate?"
She gave me an even stranger look and asked, "Why would you want me to do that?"
"I just think it would be hot to watch you. Would you please?"
"I'd be too embarrassed to have you just watch me."
"It would be such a turn on for me. Just give it a try."
"I don't get it, but I'll give it a try for you."
She pulled the covers off, spread her legs, and began pinching a nipple as she rubbed her pussy. I moved to a spot between her legs where I had a good view and began to attentively watch the show. After a few minutes of rubbing and pinching, I noticed that she wasn't really getting into it. I said, "Why don't you take off your panties? Your pussy is so beautiful and it might feel better." She took off the panties and continued to rub and pinch. I could tell that nothing was happening. As a matter of fact, Karen was beginning to get a frown on her face. This really wasn't working for either one of us.
She stopped and said, "I just can't do this."
"What's the matter honey?"
"I just can't get into it with you watching me like that. Can I use one of my toys?"
"Would it help if you thought about something that turns you on?"
"Like what?"
I had to think fast. "Who was the best lover that you ever had?"
"You are of course."
I laughed. "OK, so who was the second best?"
"That's weird. Why would you want to know that? I can't tell you that."
"Why don't you just think about it while you play with yourself?"
She gave me a strange look, but she closed her eyes and her fingers began moving again, this time with a bit more enthusiasm. Soon, her face was beginning to blush, her nipples hardening, her pussy moistening, and her fingers moving faster. I asked her if she could picture him. I asked her, "why was sex with him so good?" She shook her head, but she seemed to be getting more excited. I asked her if she could remember the best sex she had ever had with him and exactly what they had done. I got no answer except that she was now starting to moan, and the moans were becoming louder. Watching her play with herself as she explored this memory was one of the hottest things that I had ever seen, and my dick was getting harder. I asked her, "are you imagining him fucking you?" She nodded and immediately had an intense orgasm. I was so excited I couldn't control myself and I came all over her stomach.
As we caught our breath, all I could say was "wow."
"Wow is right. You came without me even touching you!"
For years I had repressed any interest in Karen's sex life before we met, but now my curiosity was overwhelming. I said, "Tell me about it."
She replied, "Tell you about what?
"What were you thinking about? You came like a wild woman."
"Why are you interested in that?"
"Well, something really got you going. What was it? Who was the guy?"
"I think it's really strange that you are interested in another guy who fucked me. That was a long time ago and I'm not talking about it."
I had really enjoyed watching Karen come so hard and my curiosity about my wife's past went into overdrive. We continued to enjoy a variety of sexual activities, but, every so often, I would ask her to let me watch her masturbate. She was always hesitant, but she usually did it to please me. I always had to contribute some ideas to really get her going. Once, I told her to try and remember her most enjoyable one-night stand. I asked her about the wildest or most taboo thing that she had ever done. That subject got her going in no time. I tried to get her to describe the experience, but, again, she just couldn't understand my interest and refused to elaborate.
I asked her what was the strangest place that she had ever had sex. I asked her if she remembered the best pussy eater. I asked if she remembered who had taught her how to give blowjobs. I asked her if she remembered the biggest cock she had ever had. (That one got a big response). Sometimes I completely failed, but usually, I could find something that worked. Once I could see that she was responding, I just began to ask more questions or paint more images to lead her on. If I could see that she wasn't responding, I would backtrack and try something different. I always tried to focus on her: what she was feeling, what she was remembering, what she was picturing, what she was imagining. Watching her play with herself and come like crazy while thinking about this stuff always made me horny as hell and I usually played with myself until I came. She often commented on how surprised she was that I got so excited, but that she just couldn't understand my "obsession" and that she just didn't feel comfortable telling me about her past experiences. I tried to explain that I was really interested in the things that turned her on and I loved seeing her enjoy herself sexually, but the door remained shut and I remained disappointed.
One night, I asked her to masturbate for me and she really surprised me when she said "OK, but why don't you tell me a story this time?"
I hesitated and had to think for a bit. After a lot of thought, I decided to tell her about an experience that I had with my first wife, Maggie, before we got married. This was dangerous territory, for several reasons, but it was something that I remembered vividly and one of the hottest things that I had ever experienced.
"OK. I'm going to tell you about something that happened to Maggie and me."
She frowned and said, "What's that?"
I should explain that Karen had always had a thing about my first wife, Maggie. In her mind, she compared herself to Maggie and felt she came up short. No matter how many times I told her that she was completely wrong, that there was a reason we had divorced and that I was happily married to her now, she never really got over it.
I decided to proceed with my story. "We sort of fell into something with another couple"
"What kind of something?"
"We were really drunk and stoned and we sort of played around with them."
"What does played around mean?"
"We swapped partners."
Karen laughed and said, "That's bullshit. Maggie would never have done that. You are making this up."
This was the moment of truth. I replied, "You can believe it or not, but it's all true and I remember every minute of it." I began to tell the story. I told her how we had drunk way too much and smoked way too much pot with this couple, Tommy and Wendy. As we got more messed up the conversation turned to some pretty explicit sexual stuff and soon moved beyond talk. I described Wendy as she remover summer dress and showed that she had nothing on underneath, and that she had very cute, smallish tits, a nice big butt, and an impressive, thick bush. I told her how I convinced Maggie to take off her tube top and show off her perfect, pink tipped tits, and how embarrassed she seemed, but how exciting it felt to see Tommy and Wendy salivating over those tits.
"I still think you are making this up but go on." She now had a rather serious look on her face.
I described how Maggie's skirt and panties soon came off, exposing her shaved pussy, how she turned red with embarrassment or arousal, and how she just reached down and grabbed Tommy's dick as he gave her a passionate kiss. I paused and looked over at Karen. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing hard and she was furiously flogging her cunt.
"Go on," she panted.
I admitted to now having a colossal erection, whether from watching my innocent girlfriend behaving in such a wanton manner or from anticipation of what I would soon be doing with Wendy. I told Maggie how much I had enjoyed having my dick sucked by Wendy as Maggie watched and how I was a little upset as I watched Maggie do the same thing to Tommy. I described the mixture of arousal and regret that I had felt when our eyes made contact as I watched Maggie's pussy being stretched as she bounced up and down on Tommy's cock while I squeezed Maggie's round ass and pounded away on her hairy cunt.
I described to Karen how I wondered if Maggie was having the same feelings that I was having. I tried to explain the rush of emotions that I was feeling as Maggie orgasmed on Tommy's cock and he filled her pussy with his sperm. I told her that none of these emotions kept me from pumping a giant load into Wendy, and completely enjoying the feeling.
At this point, Karen's back arched, and her ass lifted off the bed. She almost seemed to be having a seizure as she came. There was more to my story, but I decided that this was a good place to stop.
When she calmed down, Karen softly said, "I still think you are full of shit, but that's a pretty good story anyway." I said nothing.
From that night, on occasion as we laid in bed, Karen would ask me to tell her the story again. I would add a detail here and there and describe more of what we had done. I think that Karen slowly began to believe me. Sometimes, she would even ask me to fuck her "like you fucked Wendy" or "Show me how Tommy fucked Maggie." I was always happy to oblige.
Since I had shared one of my deepest secrets, Karen slowly began to share some of hers.
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