When the rays of a bright Sunday morning sunrise filtered into the Hansen's bedroom, they found Lisa sleeping. Since her kids had become teens, and especially after they left the house, Sundays had become Lisa's one true day off - no work, no exercise, nothing but relaxation. As she awoke, she looked over and noticed that Bill was already up and about. She rose, put on her new skimpy silk robe, gave her teeth a quick brush, and headed out to find him.
In the kitchen, a pot of coffee had been brewed and some sliced fruit was sitting out. That was interesting, she thought — usually Bill makes bacon and eggs on Sundays. Lisa munched on some fruit, filled her cup, and continued her search.
She found Bill in the garage, pumping up the tires of their bicycles. Lisa had always done some riding for cardio, and she had bought him a bike as a birthday present a couple of years ago. They had taken a few rides together, but it was clear that biking wasn't really Bill's thing, so she didn't push it.
"Good morning, lover, did you sleep well?" Lisa asked.
"Yes I did. How about you?"
"Like a baby, and it was so nice to wake up to fruit and coffee. No bacon and eggs this morning?"
"No, I've been doing a little too much bacon and egging lately. I need to cut back a bit or I'll be buying new pants."
Bill paused and gave her a long look, "I like that robe, is it new?"
Lisa did a little twirl and said, "Yeah, I put my old one in the closet to save for when I'm in the nursing home. When I'm at home from now on, I'm going to try to wear things that make me feel sexy. Do you think I look sexy in this?"
"Yes, but you look sexy to me in almost anything."
"Thank you, even though you know I was fishing for that. So what's up with the bikes?"
"I'd like to go riding with you today."
Lisa beamed a big smile, set down her coffee cup, walked over to Bill and hugged him. "I would love that." She ran her hands over Bill's crotch and said, "Do you want to bend me over before or after the ride? Or should I just get on my knees and take care of you now?"
"What has gotten into you, Lisa?"
"Your big stud cock, last night, Daddy, don't you remember?" she whispered in his ear.
"It was hard to forget. I've been thinking a little bit this morning, and I was going to talk to you later, but maybe we should talk now. Let me wash my hands and I'll meet you inside."
They sat down in the living room, and Bill started, "Lisa, I know that you're a planner, so I have to believe that what's been happening the last couple of days is the product of a lot of careful forethought. But it was a planning committee of one, and I wasn't part of it. So you're way ahead of me. Yeah, I'd like to keep having sex like we had last night. Someday, maybe, you'll tell me how a woman who's never given me head learned how to give a pornstar quality blowjob, but right now I need to catch up with you. I have a couple of questions that might be pretty uncomfortable."
"Bill, that makes a lot of sense. From your perspective, I went from a priss who would barely have sex with you to, I guess, a pornstar wannabe, in a couple of days. I get that it would be pretty unsettling. Ask me anything, and you'll get an honest answer - this thing won't work without total honesty."
"I guess my question is pretty unfocused, but I'll ask it anyway. Where did this all come from?"
"Well, I have been thinking about that a lot. When the kids left, I was basically lonely and bored. You know this town isn't the kind of place that I wanted to end up. I had dreams of living in a city, having a cool apartment, a career at a non-profit, maybe, and kids in the far off future, if ever. So I started thinking about the pregnancy, how that changed my life and, well, made it less than it could have been. I think I started to blame you. Which isn't at all fair, and I feel like shit for doing it, because we made Maisie together, and she was conceived out of love. You've worked hard to give us a good life, and I have a great job, really, I love it. But I don't go to the ballet on Saturdays, I don't hang out in a cool coffee shop with other women who take care of themselves and talk about books, fashion and even sex. Most of the women my age around here are frumps who want to talk about what's good on TV and sex, for them, is something they complain about their husband wanting."
"Besides my frustration with the town, I don't travel - really, I don't have adventures. By the way, I'm not talking about going to Europe or something like that, though if you want to go to Europe, let's buy the tickets. I'm talking about doing something that takes me out of my comfort zone, with the love of my life."
Bill looked pensive and replied, "Wow, that is a lot to take in. I really want to think about it more, but I get it that I'm not Mr. Excitement. I'm pretty happy working at the mine, hunting and fishing, watching football, doing the home improvement thing. Honestly, the only thing that I thought was missing from our marriage was a bit more sex. So when you put this on the table, at first I felt like I hit the jackpot. But after I thought about it for a bit, I realized that you're a pretty complex woman. You wouldn't make an offer like that unless there were some big thoughts and emotions behind it. If I just started using you like a $20 hooker without knowing what you really want to get out of our 30 days, this wouldn't end well."
"Bill, I'm going to respect that you need to think about it and not push. Thanks for not getting angry or defensive, because I think you know that I brag about you all the time. You are in so many ways a great husband. I'm just kind of high maintenance and needy, but maybe that's just how couples work."
"High maintenance!" Bill said, astonished. "Jesus, Lisa, I should send a few of the guys who work with me over to tell you stories about their wives, and you'll know what high maintenance is. You've never overspent, you help out around the house, you have a great job, you were — are - a great mother. Look at that beater you drive around in, even though we could afford to buy you any car you wanted. Yeah, you spend a lot of time taking good care of yourself, but I'll be god damned if I complain about having the hottest MILF in town on my arm."
"Bill Hansen that last remark just earned you about a dozen blowjobs," Lisa smiled. "I have some more things to tell you, but can we please have a whisper talk so I feel comfortable saying them?"
Bill looked a bit surprised - a whisper talk was something they had made up when they first became lovers. They would lay in bed together naked, and take turns spooning each other, listening to their hopes and dreams, in a whisper in each other's ears.
Lisa took Bill by the hand and they went into the bedroom. They lay in bed naked, with Lisa as the big spoon because, as every whisper talker knows, the woman starts the whisper talk. Bill had gotten a little hard as he saw Lisa's robe fall to the floor, and when she spooned him, she reached down and felt that he had hardened further.
"I think whisper talks used to work because we made love before we talked, but unless you're uncomfortable, can we talk first?"
"I'm fine, tell me what's on your mind, babe." Lisa was "babe" and Bill was "buddy" when they had a whisper talk. She was so glad he remembered.
"Buddy, I really fucked up a long time ago and I need you to help me. You know how my mom screwed with my head when it came to sex. I was going to be a tramp if I did anything with a boy, nobody marries tramps, blah blah blah. So you were my first, but you know I like men to pay attention to me. I had a strong sex drive—I just didn't know what to do with it. I made out and gave a lot of handjobs to boys in high school and college, but I was afraid to go farther."
"I was able to open myself to you because I loved you and trusted you. It felt so right when I came for the first time on your beautiful cock. I couldn't believe that my repression had kept me from feeling so wonderful. As we started our affair, I was in love with you, but I was also full of desire, longing, and lust for you. I thought about sex all the time. Of course, me being me, I never expressed it to you, but I wanted a full sex life. I wanted to feel your cock in my mouth. I wanted you to go down on me. I wanted to fuck, to unleash my desires with you and do everything that lovers do together. Someone I know talks about letting the beast out, and it's only when the beast is out that you have really good sex. I didn't use that word back then, but I knew that I wanted to let my beast out with you, the only man I'd ever loved."
"Buddy, the night we made Maisie, my beast came out in a way that scared me. Little shy Lisa didn't hold on to you and make you finish. It was my beast that wanted to feel you use your hard cock to put a baby into my womb. I held on to you and wouldn't let you pull out because I was so filled with desire, with lust, with uncontrollable feelings that I was powerless to stop. I feel as though I almost raped you. I certainly did something without your consent."
"After our baby was born, I now realize that my response was to revert back to what someone like my mother would do - I repressed the beast. Even though I was on birth control and it was safe to experiment, I remembered how losing control cost me so much pain. Maisie is a joy and I wouldn't want to change a single thing about her, but we both know those first few months of being pregnant were really hard on me. My mom was terrible, I was scared, you were scared, and some of our dreams died. So maybe it would have been understandable and even reasonable to pull back for a while. But not for almost 30 years! I fucked up, and I need you to help me, Buddy. I really, really need you."
"Babe, I'm here for you. How can I help?"
"Buddy, my beast is out, and she's having a fucking great time. Apparently, she likes to be a bit submissive, call you 'Daddy' and say shit that I would never be caught dead saying to anybody but her big stud. She wants to have a bare cunt, pierce her navel, nipples and maybe even her clit hood. She wants a tat, maybe a couple. She wants to give pornstar quality head and take it in the ass. She wants to be used, and she might want to be hurt a little. Most of all, she'll do anything to get you to look at her the way you did 30 years ago. I hardly know her yet, and she's already a really needy bitch. The only way I can see this going bad, and what really, really terrifies me, is the idea that you will be too scared, or too resentful, or too something to let your beast out and tame that needy bitch. Your turn, Buddy."
It seemed to Lisa like 30 years had evaporated in seconds as she became the little spoon to Bill's big spoon and he put his mouth near her ear.
"Babe, God I missed this. So much. It's really hard for me to open up. Whisper talks were your idea, and it was such a good one, especially when we did it after we had sex, since back then it was the only time I could hold you without wanting to be inside you."
"I don't know if I like the word beast, but I get what you're saying. I have it, all men have it, probably more than women - but I have to say that recent events have me rethinking that. "
Lisa wiggled a bit and Bill kissed her neck. He continued, "I want you to know that I hardly ever think about the events that led to us having Maisie, but here are my honest feelings about it. I felt I had let you down when you got pregnant. I should have had condoms. Running out and going bare is what assholes do. Saying it was your beast or whatever is fine, but if I had been more responsible things would have been different."
Lisa stopped him by touching his hand that was wrapped around her midriff. "Buddy, I love how you take care of me, but I wasn't a china doll then, and I'm not now. You have no idea how much I wanted you inside me that day, and every day back then." Lisa moved her ass up and down on Bill's still hard cock as she said that.
Bill continued, "Babe, after the baby, I thought we would have more adventurous sex, too. But I could tell that you had changed. I was so in love with you, and you meant so much to me, that I thought it wasn't that big a deal, especially since I was still fucking the hottest mom in the state."
Lisa groaned and wiggled as he said that.
"I think I just fed the beast," Bill said and chuckled as Lisa nodded vigorously. He continued, "When the Internet came along with all the porn you could ever watch, I think I just got used to sublimating my desire that way. But, babe, just like you're a little scared of your beast, I'm scared of mine. I want to let it out, but I'm afraid of hurting you, and I don't mean a couple of little taps with a belt on your ass. I mean some kinky stuff that we'd have to be really careful about. I'm scared of anal, babe. Your ass is so fucking hot — I've wanted to own it for so long, but people get hurt doing that, and I'd hate to do it wrong once and ruin it for you. Your turn."
