Have you ever joked with your wife about sex? How good in bed she was, things she liked or didn't like and you wanted her to like? Women, have you joked with your guy about the little things you wish he'd do or explore?
Sure you have. At one time or another every couple has a little fun with sexcapades.
For me it started out as a joke, but it turned out to be one of the most exciting escapades I can remember.
My wife Carrie was as sweet 10 years into marriage as she was when I married her at 23. She still looked great in a two-piece bathing suit, was adventurous in the bedroom --- she even allowed me to take risqué photos of her for a private collection --- and loved to dress up in slinky outfits when we went out. Underneath those outfits was a sexy assortment of lingerie, which he proudly showed me before going out and especially after we came home.
"Does this look okay," Carrie surprised me one night, lifting her dress to show a slinky blue thong. "I hope I won't be cold."
I reminded her I'd be happy to warm her up, but she merely shook her head and said I was "so naughty."
She didn't, though, like public displays of affection. Oh, she would kiss me when we'd meet, but nothing not and heavy. That was a no no. And while before we were married we'd find secluded places to park and make out, several times in the same car with friends, after marriage when it was okay to fool around it became a taboo to make out in the car or elsewhere where we might be observed.
She'd always rebuff my requests with sayings like "save it for the bedroom" or "wait until we're behind closed doors."
Not that fooling around outside the bedroom was at the top of our fantasy list. Heck, a lot of great things went on around the house. We'd done the deed in every room, including the upstairs laundry room when her parents were visiting and watching television in the basement.
Still, I longed for those old make-out sessions we'd have when we were dating, the ones where we'd park my the lake or catch a quickie during a walk in the park.
On a recent Saturday night we were entering a wedding reception and I pulled her close, feeling her up in the parking lot of the local catering hall. She pushed me away, reminding me someone could be looking.
Yet later that night Carrie got horny at the reception, probably a little because her inhibitions were broken down by the series of powerful drinks I fed her. In any event that night she played under the table with my cock through my pants while I rubbed her pussy. Good thing the table cloth covered our hands. At first she rejected my advance, claiming someone could see, but I cajoled her into the little bit of touchy feely after reminding her that unless someone was under the table (she actually looked) nobody could see what we were up to.
On the drive home I pulled over near a local park and kissed my pretty wife, slipping my hand up her dress, stroking her legs and up to her juice putty. That night in the bedroom we screwed like newly weds. So much so that we joked that we probably got it on that night more than the newly wedded couple who were both three sheets to the wind before they sampled the wedding cake.
To make a long story short, I had hoped that wonderful night was a prelude to a series of teasing Carrie and attempting to break down her inhibitions. But nothing I did could sway my wife's prudish beliefs. The next morning she was appalled we'd gone parking and was very happy we hadn't been caught.
Nothing I could do could get her to sway that position. I told her it was exciting, that she was very sexy, that nobody was around anyway, I tried everything. She, unfortunately, stood like a pillar on her principles.
Over the next few weeks I did everything I could to get another night of sensuous parking but finally realized the more I asked the more it pushed her away from my goal. It even began to affect our lovemaking, as we weren't doing the naughty as much as before the incident.
I gave up on my quest.
Over times things got a little better in the bedroom, but there was a certain spark missing. I tried everything to get a little spark back into our love life, but nothing working until a "Girls Night In" that Carrie had while I was away on a business trip.
Carrie and her friends, Kelly, Stephanie and Jessica, went out for dinner then returned to our house to talk, snack, and do all the things girls do when they are together...whatever that is. At some point after several glasses of wine the talk got around to the bedroom, and how each of these women who've been married at least 10 years kept things spiced up with their hubbys.
I found out about what they'd spoke about by chance. One Saturday afternoon I was putting in a new ceiling fan in our bedroom when I was looking around for a switch I had bought the week before. Looking around the closet I came across Carrie's diary and couldn't help myself...opening to the last written page.
She had been writing about that Girls Night In and what went on and I was captivated by what she wrote. Oh, there was some normal stuff, but what immediate caught my eye was a simple statement: "Kelly Ann is such a slut!"
Carrie wrote about Kelly admitting that she and her husband would fool around in the hotel hot tubs when they were traveling. Kelly admitted that on at least a dozen occasions she gave her husband a hand job in the whirlpool and he'd do the same for her. Oh, they did it late at night, but all I could think of was how hot that situation must have been for both of them. The fact that Carrie wrote about it in her diary was even hotter.
But it was nothing compared to what Stephanie and her husband did! The girl admitted that her husband talked her into flashing her boobs at truckers on the interstate. After a while that flashing turned into her kneeling over the front seat and sucking on her husband's cock while he played with her ass. She even let him pull up her skirt and showed her bare ass to more than one lucky trucker!
Jessica was not to be outdone. The pretty blonde said that when she and her husband were down the Jersey Shore they'd frolic on lifeguard stands at night. She admitted blowing her husband and once having sex with him on the stand....and nearly getting caught.
What did my wife admit to? She said she lied and said that we regularly parked and got it on in the back seat. Not once in a while, but "at least once a month" she wrote. That was news to me, obviously, but she went on to say that all her friend's talk had gotten her hot, and that she was going to seduce me into the back seat of the car very soon.
Over the next several days I kept my knowledge of her diary to myself while plotting a way to get her to play out her proposed fantasy. That Saturday night I almost convinced her to make out after dinner at Outback, but she said she felt uncomfortable with so many cars around. I tried to pull over by the lake on the way home, but she said she wanted to get to our bedroom before fooling around.
Disappointed, I zipped through light traffic and got home, showered, the great lovemaking session, but it just wasn't what I wanted that night. Oh, I was satisfied, that was great, her too. But there was a little something missing.
I decided to take it slow and let things happen on a normal course. If she wanted to, well, I would help in any way to get to the goal.
Over the next few weeks we took small steps toward being naughty in semi-public. I'd remind her of how much she enjoyed the naughty sex, and while I could tell she really didn't want to make out in the open she did allow for a little bit of swapping spit along secluded deserted roads --- not like the in the back seat as in our dating days --- but in the front seat with me promising we wouldn't get caught.
Generally these quick make out sessions led to great sex when back home. Each time we'd find that secluded spot I'd attempt to push the envelope a little more.
At first we'd park by the lake near our house, along with several other cars probably holding younger folks, and make out. No clothing was removed, but there was a lot of kissing and touching and stroking ... getting each other very, very hot. My reserved wife seemed to get a little looser as time went on, almost like we were in the early stages of dating again.
One Saturday night we went to a movie and dinner and then drove to the local lake where we had gone early in out relationship to make out. It must have brought back good memories because soon we were going at it hot and heavy. I was stroking her breasts with my hand beneath her blouse, bringing forth a bit of moaning and squirming on her part as she became hotter and hotter. "Damn, Rob, that feels like it did before we were married, you hunk!"
We made out for a while, stroking and kissing, playing with each other's body. Every once in a while we'd push the envelope a little, and soon I had her blouse completely open and her bra unclasped. I was happy she had worn a front fastening bra!
Those luscious breasts were out in the open for me to see and I quickly took advantage of my good luck, playing with each, stroking the nipples, getting her excited before diving in an lashing out at them with my tongue.
She was in ecstasy, and I played hard with her nipples with one hand and reached down between her legs to stroke her thighs and beyond with the other. My hand crept up her thigh when suddenly, Carrie cried out: "Rob, stop it, I'm not that kind of girl!"
Huh?
No matter how I tried she pushed me off, closing her legs tightly.
"But honey..."
