Chapter 1: Empty Nest
It was strange having the house to ourselves. After graduating college, our daughter received an internship halfway across the county that would hopefully lead to a good job. My wife Lena and I missed her terribly and looked forward to weekly calls to check on how she was doing. She had been the focus of our lives for twenty-two two years and suddenly she was gone. On the upside, for the first time in years, we didn't have to worry about her soccer or ballet schedule or bringing friends over unannounced. We didn't have to be quiet because she was sleeping in the room next to ours. Slowly we began to reclaim our lives together as a couple.
Lena and I met in college. She was easily the most beautiful girl in my classes and I couldn't believe my luck when she started hanging out with me. She was almost as tall as I was with legs that went on forever and perky little breasts but what captured my attention was her big smile when she laughed at my goofy jokes. Both of us had dated a few other people before we met but nothing serious. We seemed to click with each other immediately, relating over books we both loved. I'm sure the studs who were hitting on her could not believe she was interested in me, the skinny nerd in glasses. She was oblivious to their attention, dismissing them as silly when I questioned her about it. Studying together became sharing meals together became sleeping together and pretty soon we were inseparable.
It was through stories and books that we explored our sexuality. We would discuss characters we loved and scenes that turned us on, often lying in bed together reading to each other. We joked about making "the earth move" like Robert Jordan and Maria. We swooned over the passion of Anna and Count Vronsky. We were moved by the tragedy of Mauricio and the butterflies.
Soon we were making up stories to tell each other, sometimes acting out the scenes. I would ask her about her fantasies and tell her stories to excite her. Often these were some sort of capture scenario, with her being held prisoner or kidnapped by a gang. We would play the inspection game where I would strip her and interrogate her with personal questions as I discovered her wet pussy. Sometimes I would tie her hands behind her back or blindfold her so she couldn't see what I was doing. Each time we would be more inventive and push our limits further, always ending in hot sex.
Then in our last semester, Lena was suddenly pregnant. Neither of us expected it and neither of us was prepared for it, but there was never a question of what we would do. We quickly got married and started our little family. It was not easy, I can tell you that. We were both just beginning our careers as teachers and not making much money. Her parents helped out with childcare so she could work but still, we were just getting by. There were tough years as first I got my master's degree and then she got hers. Both of us are very proud of what we have accomplished, raising our lovely daughter and becoming respected professionals. The three of us were a team.
Teaching is a passion for both of us. Lena teaches second grade and I teach high school English. We can both tell countless stories about the young lives we hope we have changed for the better, young minds we have opened up to the possibilities before them. However, as school teachers, we live modestly. We have a small two-bedroom, single-bath house built in the 1940s in a quiet neighborhood. We shopped at the farmers market and Lena has a small kitchen garden in the backyard. Her social schedule is her book club once a month where the ladies get together to drink wine and discuss family as much as books. We went camping during our summer breaks. Mostly we keep to ourselves. As school teachers the last thing we want is any kind of scandal that could impact our careers or cause our daughter any sort of embarrassment.
Not that we were the scandal sort of couple. After twenty-two years of marriage, sex was something that happened every week or two, in the bedroom. It might start with a little finger play or oral and then move on to missionary sex with some cuddles afterward. Even if we had the house to ourselves, we were usually quiet because the last thing we wanted was for our daughter to come home and find out what we were doing. Neither of us left the bedroom without being dressed or at least wearing a robe and often we were at least partially dressed inside the bedroom.
Now we are both forty-four years old and, to be honest, I expected us to move through middle age into old age without much change in how we lived our lives. Life was basically a routine. I've never been buff but I've never really gained much weight and at six feet tall I'm happy with my looks. Lena, as I've said, was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and she has become the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She is five foot nine inches tall with a slender figure that I swear has not changed since college, making her look half her age. Her strawberry blond hair is shoulder length and she has a sprinkling of freckles that cover her pale skin all over. I think most would consider her the typical soccer mom, though one that all the soccer dads would be checking out. If I am making us sound ordinary, that is because we are and proudly so.
Now, with just the two of us in the house we realized that the old rules no longer applied. It started off slow. We began to watch some more risque shows and movies on television that we never would have watched with a kid around. Cuddling on the sofa I could tell we were both getting turned on. Still, I was a little surprised when Lena's hand moved to my crotch, feeling me up as we watched a couple on the screen have sex. I was even more surprised when she casually pulled my cock out and began stroking me, keeping her eyes focused on the screen. I was holding my breath, watching Lena's hand on my cock and stealing glances at her face, not wanting to do anything that would ruin the moment or stop her. I came just as the sex scene ended, coating her hand in my seed. She reached for a tissue to clean her hand and turned to me with a giggle. "That was hot." I just smiled and nodded my head dumbly, not sure if she was talking about the sex scene or the hand job.
Neither of us discussed what had happened but I was definitely searching out shows with nudity and sex. Lena didn't seem to mind at all and made a few suggestions of her own. About a week later she gave me a lovely blowjob during a movie, asking me afterward what had happened on the screen. Not that I could tell her anything, having been focused on her mouth working my cock and swallowing everything when I said I was going to come. She laughed and kissed me and then made me rewind so we could both watch the sex again.
The following week, I came home a little later than usual after a staff meeting to find her in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a lasagna. Barefoot and wearing a short yellow sundress, she had already opened the wine, and after pouring me a glass, gave me a passionate kiss. As she put the dish in the oven she leaned over the counter, raising her hem to show me she was pantieless. "You have 30 minutes to fuck me before dinner is ready and I want you to use every minute." When the timer went off, so did I, leaving a stream of her juices and my seed running down her thighs.
I was definitely loving the new, sexy Lena. Sex every couple of weeks was becoming sex every few days and she continued to surprise me. One night reading in bed, she started searching for vibrators online. We both giggled over the reviews, enjoyed discussing the merits, and ended up ordering a massager and waterproof vibrator. The package came about a week later and when I got home from work Lena nearly dragged me into the bedroom, pulling off her clothes, my clothes, and the packaging all at once. We spent about an hour playing with the toys and I think she had three orgasms before she let me fuck her. Dinner that night was a bottle of wine and a delivery pizza in bed. I answered the door in boxers and a t-shirt and returned to the bedroom with the pizza to find Lena leaning back against the headboard, legs spread, sawing the waterproof vibrator in and out of her pussy and shaking with another orgasm.
We were both sleeping naked now and I would wake up to her giving me a blowjob and then climbing on top, riding me to a powerful climax. After sex she would wear one of my dress shirts around the house with nothing underneath, teasing me with her long legs, bare feet, and flashes of her ass or a tit. This usually led to more sex. I was worried that I was becoming obsessed, thinking about sex, wanting sex all the time but Lena seemed even more obsessed than me. It seemed as a woman in her mid-forties she was unleashing twenty years of pent-up sexual energy and making up for lost time.
Yes, I was definitely enjoying the new sexy Lena.
Chapter 2: Fun and Games
The sex toys were a large portion of our entertainment budget for the month and we were both surprised how much some of the other toys cost. Lena had spent years figuring out how to repair sports uniforms and make inexpensive Halloween costumes that any kid would be proud of. She took this sex toy problem as a challenge.
After reading an online post about budget bondage toys, she wanted to go shopping. So Saturday afternoon we headed to the big box hardware store. She was like a kid in a toy shop bouncing down the aisles, laughing, and pointing out all sorts of alternative uses for things we were finding. Both sales assistants and other shoppers were noticing her and I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she was only wearing a little tank top, denim cutoffs, and flip-flops and would flash me a boob ever so often. Our cart was filled with clothes pins, duct tape, snap clasps, an assortment of dowels, Velcro, d-rings, and o-rings. I was along for the ride, having no idea what she was planning with half this stuff.
I lost track of her at one point and set out in search, finding her a couple of aisles over. When I turned down the aisle pushing our cart I stopped. She was talking with one of the sales assistants. The guy might have been in his early thirties and must have been six and a half feet tall, towering over Lena. The smock the assistants wore barely covered his chest. As I moved closer I could hear her asking about some rope and giggling. Seeing me approach, she gave me a wink and continued flirting.
The pink-haired girl who checked us out was smirking at our haul, obviously clued in on what we were up to. "Have fun, you guys." By evening we had a set of Velcro cuffs attached to the four corners of our bed and Lena was my naked helpless victim, tickled and pinched, toyed with, and fucked.
Sunday morning, after another passionate round of sex, Lena dragged me out of bed to go to the farmers market. As we were standing in line for coffee she kissed me and whispered in my ear, "How many other women here do you think have a pussy full of spunk?"
It was a game we used to play when we first met, pointing out people shopping, in parks, doing ordinary things, and discussing what they looked like having sex. Did that lady pushing the stroller like giving blowjobs? Did the nice-looking guy holding her hand pull her hair and spank her when he fucked her from behind? What was their kinky secret no one else knew about? We hadn't played that game in years and suddenly she was bringing it all back, pointing out couples who may or may not have fucked last night. "Look at the way she is smiling at him. You know she got some this morning." It was a naughty game that always got a rise out of me.
I waited at the booth while we got our knives sharpened and she went off looking for some herbs for the garden. When I found her she was chatting with a young farmer in overalls discussing different kinds of plants. I could tell that he was checking her out and she seemed to be flirting with him. Again she was wearing the short yellow sundress with the spaghetti straps, what I was beginning to think of as her sex dress and I wondered if she remembered to wear panties. Hanging back, I just watched them for a bit. She looked so cute as she followed him around the stall, asking questions and picking out plants.
That evening, when we were reading in bed, I commented on all the guys who were checking her out this weekend. She said I was imagining it so I mentioned the herb seller and how she was flirting with him as I approached. She blushed and said I was crazy. "It's okay. I like that other guys lust after you. What would he think if he knew you had a pussy full of my spunk?" She giggled and hit my shoulder but didn't shy away when I leaned in and kissed her. "I'll bet he wanted to add a load of his own." She made a face and squealed but didn't resist when I held her down teasing her. Her pussy was getting wet from the talk and maybe the idea of it. "What was he, maybe twenty-five years old? I'll bet he has a big cock that he could use to plow your field. I'll bet you could have gotten a deal on some plants, maybe even have him come redo your whole garden."
