A Year of Living Dangerously

(All characters are aged 18 or older in all described scenarios. This is Part 2 of a five-part story. I would encourage you to go back and read from the beginning, but each part can be enjoyed independently.)

The smell of morning coffee permeated the house early that Saturday morning. As Mike staggered into the kitchen, he found Emily in her usual chair at the table, her hands still trembling a bit as she cradled a steaming cup of flavored java. She looked tired. Not 'morning' tired but rather 'I-didn't-sleep-at-all-last-night' tired. He could see in her eyes and on her face that she was deeply troubled, and that this was going to be anything but a leisurely cup of morning coffee.

Without looking up from her cup, she asked in a quiet, but painfully deliberate, tone, "Are you satisfied with our sex life, Mike?"

"Well, good morning to you, too. What's wrong, Emily?"

"Simple question, I think. Are you satisfied with our sex life?"

"Of course I am! Aren't you? What happened last night?"

"The girls got to swapping stories. Probably too much wine, but they were all really chatty. Every one of them had a story about something wild that they had done sexually with someone -- in a couple of the stories it was with more than one someone. Everyone but me, that is. Crazy, explicit stuff! Made me feel really boring, Mike, and it made me wonder if I was a disappointment for you in the bedroom. So, are you satisfied?"

Mike paused just a little longer than he should have. "I love you, Emily! And I want you to be happy. Yes, I am very satisfied with you in the bedroom." The slight delay in his response did not go unnoticed.

"Before we met, how far did you go with other girls?"

"Wow. Are you really sure you want to start this conversation? Not very far."

"So, hand stuff? Oral? More? I need to know."

Mike paused for a long moment. "I never asked you, and you never asked me. The past is in the past, Emily. We can't change it and you can't unhear things. Are you really sure?"

"I wanna know. Okay, I'll go first. I drew the line at hand stuff. Never went further." Emily figured the whole 'getting naked' part was assumed. "Your turn."

"Pretty much the same, I guess. Maybe a little further." Mike took a deep breath. "I had one girlfriend who liked to give me head, and...I sometimes returned the favor." He paused. "Then we broke up when I learned she was cheating on me. I'm sorry that I never told you."

"That's okay. I asked. So, no crazy sex stories?"

"Nope. Pretty normal stuff."

Emily contemplated this new information for a few moments. "Why did you stop asking me for more?" she asked, really wondering.

"I didn't push it when we were dating because you made it clear that you didn't want to go any further and I respected that -- and you! I was afraid that if I pushed for more, I might drive you away. After we got married, you gave me such strong signals that you weren't interested in trying other stuff that I guess I just stopped asking."

Emily had always wondered if Mike hadn't wanted to talk about what he had done with his ex so that she didn't feel bad or insecure about herself. Maybe he wondered the same about her. She had been more than a little afraid that his old girlfriend was more sexually adventurous than she was and had been willing to give more to him. More assertive. More daring. Making him feel more sexually desired than she did. She knew that their sex life was very vanilla, especially after hearing her girlfriends' stories and watching the porn videos on the internet, and she really hoped that he didn't think about his ex and miss what he had gotten from her while they were having sex. But with his new revelation, she now she had her doubts. Time to change that.

Emily sat up straighter in her chair, a certain resolve appearing on her face. It was time for the old Emily to shed some inhibitions and embrace her sexuality rather than hide from it. It was time for the new Emily to show her husband how much she desired him and to fulfil his deepest fantasies. It was their time!

"I watched a few hours of some pretty hard-core porn during the night." Her casual confession shocked her husband. In all of their years together, this was a first. "I went way down the rabbit hole, Mike. I saw it all. Saw what we've been missing. Saw what I'VE been missing and what I haven't been giving to you." Emily started to tremble again, just a little bit. The next words could be dangerous. "I want us to try everything and anything that either of us wants to try for the next year. Everything! No limitations. I'm not gonna say 'no' to you Mike, and I hope that you won't say 'no' to me either. I have no idea what I'm doing with most of that stuff, but I'm gonna do my damnedest to give it to you, and for it to be better than you ever got from any of those girls before me. Better than you ever imagined that it could be."

Mike could hardly believe his ears! A couple of hours earlier, they were the couple who stayed solidly between the lines and hadn't even discussed their pasts with each other, and here was his wife offering -- almost demanding -- that they push their boundaries as far as either wanted to push them, and for a whole year! He really didn't know what to say, but the silence in the room clearly indicated that it was his turn to speak.

"Are you really serious? I'll admit I've fantasized about doing a lot of stuff that we've never tried before, but I didn't dare ask you for it. I've watched porn too, Emily." Mike hung his head just a little in embarrassment at that admission.

"I'm not gonna be very good at it to start, but I'll learn, Mike. And I'm gonna start by getting so good at giving you head that you'll forget all about that old girlfriend of yours, or any of them for that matter!"

There was no time like the present. Emily really wasn't going to wait for Mike to agree with her plan -- at least not for this part. She was committed to it, to him, and to them. As her stunned husband watched, Emily dropped to her knees before him and started to rub the front of his sweatpants. Mike's cock gratefully responded, just as she knew it would. Without any more words, Emily pulled the sweats to his ankles and crept back toward her prize, her tongue extended as she slowly licked from his testicles upward along his sensitive shaft, her tongue swirling around his glans before opening her mouth and taking him inside. It was a little awkward, but Emily was a quick study, and the blowjob videos that she had watched during the night had taught her a few things that she was anxious to offer to him.

Mike groaned as she sucked on him. In and out. Tongue tickling everywhere that it could find with reckless abandon. Emily listened to the sounds coming from his mouth and observed how his body responded to her, discovering his preferences. She hadn't done this before, but her determination to do it right for him was more than evident. In and out, her mouth now doing what only her hands and her pussy had done for him before. Was he thinking of the old girlfriend? Maybe. Did it matter? Not at that moment, and once she mastered giving him head, that bitch would be only a faded memory.

As she sensed him getting closer, Emily's right hand joined in and began to stroke him while her tongue continued to tease his head and his frenulum. Emily was now on a singular mission, and nothing was going to keep her from her prize! For the briefest of moments, Emily recalled stroking the cocks of boyfriends past and smiled that Mike's was both thicker and longer than any of those had been. His was just the right size for her and he deserved the best that she could offer! Those memories immediately faded away as her sole focus turned exclusively to what she was doing for her husband. Mike's breathing got more labored, and his hips began to thrust slightly as his testicles contracted against his shaft. Her steady ministrations continued, coaxing him, begging him really, to reward her for her efforts.

Mike felt the inevitable, not sure if he should warn her or just let it fly. He decided on the latter. With a guttural groan, Mike released himself into Emily's hungry mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot, creamy seed filled her, and like the girls in the videos, Emily took most of it, allowing only a small trickle to wet her chin. Finally releasing his deflating phallus from her mouth, eyes met eyes for an extended moment, and with a lustful smile at her grateful husband, Emily swallowed her prize.

Mike couldn't believe his wife! He had unsuccessfully asked her for a blowjob when they were dating, again after they were engaged, and finally giving up a few months after their nuptials, resigned that it would never happen. He had assumed that she had given head to other guys before him, and that the other cocks that she had enjoyed before his were more impressive than his was. He figured that he was a lot better in other important ways for her, but that her lack of interest in doing other things with him was because she just didn't find him as sexually exciting as she had his predecessors. But now, right there in their kitchen, she wanted HIS dick! She wanted HIM! This time she was the pursuer, she was the aggressor, she was the initiator. This time it was HIS cock that she lusted for and demanded be given to her. Mike's ego swelled more than his cock had -- both, interestingly, because of Emily. And years of insecurity began to fade away.

Since they had first become a couple seventeen years earlier, Mike had desperately wanted to give Emily the pleasure that only a tongue can provide to a woman. He craved the intimacy and the satisfaction that a man experiences when the woman he loves climaxes directly from his offering to her. But she had made it very clear that oral was off the table for them. He had hoped once they were engaged or married, that her attitude would change and that she would allow them a deeper level of sexual intimacy. But she didn't, instead keeping her body closed up tight, clearly communicating to him that she wasn't interested. Hopefully it was some personal hang-up about oral sex. He had silently feared, however, that she had let the guys before him go down on her, but not him. But now he knew better.

Emily had made it clear that the past was the past and that she now wanted to try it all. Mike transitioned quickly from being the receiver to being the giver as he led Emily to the living room sofa and slowly opened her robe, peeling her panties to the floor and spreading her legs. The scent of her wet sex was captivating, and he could hardly wait to finally taste her! But anticipation was part of the experience, so he slowly kissed his way from her lips to her neck to her breasts to her abdomen as he made it clear to her what his intention was. With a last look into his wife's eyes, Mike's tongue found its mark and began to trace her delicate folds. Emily was overwhelmed with pleasure at the same time that she worried about how she tasted to him, if her scent was repulsive to him, if her pussy looked ugly to him. All invasive thoughts that had prevented her from allowing herself to experience the wonders of oral sex, with Mike or with anyone before him. She wondered if Mike was comparing her to the past girlfriend, and how she measured up. The tingling felt wonderful, but the intrusive thoughts were definitely getting in her way, preventing her from fully releasing herself to him. But wow, did that tongue feel good!

Thoughts of his old cheating girlfriend didn't even enter his mind. Sure, she was a genuine beauty who really loved having oral sex with him, but in reality, she had hurt him so badly that he had long ago forgotten about any fond memories of her, and she meant absolutely nothing to him anymore. All Mike could think about at that moment was offering his wife the pleasures that had been denied for so long. He knew that she needed to get out of her own head and was determined to be patient and loving for her, and to give her as long as she needed. His tongue traced her labia, pausing at her opening and probing inside as far as he could reach, alternating between it and her swollen nub, even as he quietly moaned with the pleasure that he was also experiencing while giving to her. As he felt her body finally begin to respond to him, his rhythm became more consistent, and the involuntary movements of her hips communicated that he had found her preferred pace, even if she had no idea what that pace was. He was in no hurry as he savored every nuance. His thumb moved to tickle her opening as his tongue focused on massaging her clitoris. Higher and higher she climbed as she rode on his mouth until finally her abs contracted hard and her body spasmed in a violent orgasm, the intensity of it surprising them both! Mike continued to stimulate her as Emily flailed before him, control of her body now fully relinquished to her husband. Emily gasped for air as her fluids freely flowed onto Mike's face. Her base instincts finally caused her to tap out when she simply could take no more, and Mike released her to return to a peaceful rest.

"So that's what I've been saying 'no' to all these years! Holy shit, Mike! That was awesome!"

"I've been wanting to do that for you since we started dating, Emily! I hope that I met your expectations."

"Are you kidding?!? We have a lot of lost time to make up for with that! Wow!"

Mike laid his head on his wife's taut abdomen and the two fell into a relaxed sleep on the sofa. A new chapter of their lives had begun, and it had started superbly!

Pandora's Box had been opened wide and a whole new world was exposing itself to them! Each time they pursued something previously untried it became easier for them to explore the next. Over the next several weeks, almost every night was spent learning, spent discovering, spent doing everything that a man and a woman can do to and with each other. Their search of the unknown was helped by watching porn together and trying the various positions and techniques that they saw on their screen. Missionary position was all but abandoned as they tried Doggie-Style, Reverse-Cowgirl, and many of the other more gymnastic contortions. Some they loved. Others they hated. A couple even resulted in a pulled hamstring or hurt back. It didn't matter. They were learning and exploring -- together. Variations of the many uses of fingers, hands, and tongues. Dirty talk. Role play. Restraints. They invested in a variety of electronic gadgets and rubber prosthetics to enhance their fun, learning to be bold and confident in front of each other as they self-pleasured for their spouse's visual enjoyment and education. The variety of sexual expression was nearly endless!

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About five months in, Mike felt it was time to push the envelope a bit further. One evening after enjoying a bottle of their favorite Cabernet, the question just kind of came out on its own. "How do you feel about trying anal, Emily?" Silence in the room. Emily just stared at her husband. Then a wry smile appeared.

"I'd love to peg you, Mike! Sounds like fun!"

"Whoa! That's not what I meant, and you know it!" Mike could feel his sphincter tightening at the thought. "How do you feel about ME fucking YOUR ass?"

Emily paused again. "I think it's probably gonna hurt, but I'm willing to try it for you. But seriously, I would kinda like to peg you! We're not saying 'no' to each other, right?"

Mike regretted bringing it up, but she had him. They had agreed that this would be a year to explore their fantasies and desires without restraint -- well, perhaps with restraints if that's what one of them wanted to try! Mike had always adored Emily's shapely little ass and had wanted to try anal sex with her ever since he first saw it swaying in front of him as she walked. But in his mind, his own back door was strictly 'exit only.' If Emily wanted to try it, though, he had committed to being a willing participant -- DAMN IT!

Later that evening, their bodies naked once again on their bed, Emily suckled on Mike's erection as he gently stroked her hair. Neither was in any hurry, opting instead to savor the night's journey together. Emily had no intention of bringing him orally to orgasm. She had other plans. This was just the appetizer for the main course of the evening -- another new experience that they had both wanted to try but that she had always been afraid to pursue. Mike's hand drifted down Emily's back, tracing its way to her round bottom, his finger gently searching for and finding her little puckered starfish. Emily moaned gently and her hips thrust themselves against his hand, urging his exploration.

"I want to feel you in my ass tonight, Mike. Will you?" she asked, not really a question but more of a statement. "Go slow, okay? But please?"

Emily released his cock and kneeled next to him on the bed, her head resting on her pillow with her arms splayed out before her, her rear wiggling in the air before him, inviting his undivided attention. This night there would be another first for them. Mike rose behind her, squirting a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers and spreading it all over his engorged cock. Then more lube rubbed around her opening. Then more inside. Mike was gentle and tender and patient as his finger worked the slippery liquid all around and inside of her. She was ready.

Mike pressed the tip of his cock against her sphincter, surprised that it didn't just slide in easily. Emily moaned at the invasion, and she tensed, blocking his entrance. Mike realized that this might take a while and so just took his time. Little by little, Emily relaxed. And little by little, Mike watched as his cock moved further inside of her. Emily was breathing deeply, trying her best to welcome him. Fighting through the discomfort. Finally, he felt a slight 'pop' as her tension settled and his cockhead pushed past her tight muscles, disappearing fully into her.

Emily gasped. "Hold on! Hold on! Give me a minute to get used to this," she begged. A few moments later, "Now, go slowly, okay?"

In and out. More slowly than they had ever fucked before. Mike squirted one more large dollop of lube onto his shaft and then gently penetrated her once again. In and out, the pace quickening. What had started with more than a little discomfort for Emily was now a strange, new kind of pleasure for her. In and out. Faster. More and more pleasure! Emily reached her right hand to her clitoris and started to instinctively masturbate as Mike fucked her. The 'naughtiness' of the deed only enhanced the eroticism for both of the lovers as the pressure to release built to a crescendo. Climactic waves finally crashed upon her as Emily's orgasm took control and her body began to shake violently while impaled below him. As she lost control, Mike also reached his summit and with one final thrust deposited his load deeply into her bowel. The two collapsed together in their post-coital bliss, proud of themselves for having stepped way out of their comfort zone and pleased that it had been great for both of them.

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A week later, a package arrived at the door addressed to Emily. Before Mike could ask, she grabbed the box and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. It was clear that she had been expecting something and wanted to control everything about the reveal. From the very pleased look on her face when she returned to the living room to join him, he probably wouldn't have to wait too long to find out.

For the remainder of the day and into the evening, Emily was just a bit more direct than was typical for her. Nothing specific, but she seemed to be more in control, a bit more assertive, and a little less demure than she normally was. It was noticeable to Mike, but certainly not overt or disrespectful. Maybe 'confident' was the word he was looking for.