Authors note: This story is about a couple rediscovering their sexual preferences that they thought were over years ago. I hope you enjoy!
No characters in this work are under 18 years of age and no sexual situations with any characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
Years ago, my wife and I had a much different sex life. When we were first married, we had sex whenever the mood struck us, and it struck often. We'd have sex wherever we were. Anyplace in the house, or out of it. The backyard, the car, even one time on a picnic table in the park. We had a group of friends that decided to start playing a naughty dare game. It included such things as being kissed while blindfolded to try and guess who kissed you. Dares to do things with your spouse in front of the whole group, things like that. Over a number of weeks, this turned into undressing and touching partners other than your spouse. We enjoyed the game and found it to be very stimulating, usually leading to some great sex either on the way home or once we got home. This morphed into some light oral sex and then making your spouse climax in front of everyone. Nancy, my wife was a little more hesitant when this kind of thing started, but usually got into it and had a good time once we got started. She seemed to be very turned on by both the exposure and watching the other couples, once she got over her initial hesitation.
Eventually things morphed to where one would expect. The day we both ended up having intercourse, blindfolded, but with someone else in the group was the last day we played the game. Even though it had been friends we had sex with, we were still concerned about how it might impact our relationship. We never knew who it was we had sex with, but it wasn't something we felt we needed to be doing in our relationship and we reduced our participation in the game after that point. In time, we ended up moving for my job and we fell away from that group of friends.
Over the following years our family grew and the opportunities for this kind of play diminished, and as that happened, my wife seemed to grow more and more reserved. I'd hoped once the kids were all grown and out of the house that maybe some of the fun we had in our younger years would rekindle. Even when she was pregnant, I was still able to convince her to go naked while hiking with me and we'd made love in the woods several times over the years, even after the birth of our first. When we went canoeing, we always tried to find quiet little places to have sex, including one time in the middle of the river. Of course, that kind of thing faded away when we were out with our kids. Even though I had hopes they would return after our kids were grown, those times have remained a thing of the past. Sex had become relegated to the bedroom and even then, very infrequently. I guess that's what comes of being together for almost forty years.
It was less than a week ago that we were out fishing. We had the lake practically to ourselves. It was supposed to be a cloudy day, but the sun came out and the temperature soared. Before long, it was in the high eighties or low nineties, something we were not dressed for. We both had on long sleeves and long pants, expecting temperatures to hover in the low seventies at most with occasional spritzes of rain. Normally if it's going to be this hot, we wear swimsuits to stop and take a dip. I drove us slowly around the points and bays on an area of the lake, trolling for white bass, getting hotter and hotter. I finally shut down the engine in a back bay, suggesting we get wet. As expected, she protested we didn't have swimsuits. My response was, "Look around. We're the only boat around here. Who's going to see?"
She argued that anyone coming around would see and she didn't plan on being the main attraction in a porn show. I shook my head and said I was going in anyway. I stripped and slipped into the pleasantly warm water. I didn't need to stay in long. Maybe five minutes or so and I was comfortably cooled off. I climbed out, with a hard-on of course, and toweled off with a small towel I kept in the boat before getting dressed again.
The entire rest of the trip she seemed upset with me. I thought it was a perfect opportunity for us to go skinny dipping again, something we haven't done in such a long time. She apparently didn't agree. Nearly all week she was peeved at me. I've known her for long enough to know all her moods. At least I thought I did. She barely spoke to me, her normal mode when she was upset with me, but she never stayed mad this long. I tried to broach the subject to at least give me an opportunity to apologize. She simply responded that there was nothing to apologize for, before turning and walking out of the room. I should have paid more attention to her parting words. "If you think showing off is such a great thing, then maybe you need to do just that."
It was Saturday night, dinner was done and put away and I was sitting in the den watching some tv, typical Saturday night. I expected my wife to come down and join me, which she did, just not alone. She came in with Diane, our next-door neighbor, and Trina, her best friend. I've known Trina for at least twenty years. She and my wife have always been there for each other, and I have been asked to frequently help her out with things, especially after her divorce. Over the years she's put on a bit more weight, but then so have I and my wife.
Diane is much younger than we are. Thirty-four I think. She and her husband moved in a few years ago and she made fast friends with my wife. Her husband is a nice enough guy, but he and I haven't exactly hit it off. We're what I would call passing friends, but definitely not GOOD friends. We help each other out from time to time, chat in the yard, even had him over a number of times for cookouts. But we've never been the close friends that my wife and Diane are.
"Scott! Stand up!" my wife said in a commanding tone as she walked in and stood between me and the TV.
"Huh?"
"Stand up!" she said sharply.
"Why?"
"Because I asked you to."
"Told me to?"
"Told you to," she agreed.
I pushed up off the sofa and stood up. She reached for my arm and pulled me towards the tv, swapping places with me. The three of them sat on the sofa and my wife used the remote to turn off the TV. "Take off your clothes," she said as she set down the remote.
"Say what!?" I said in surprise...no shock is more like it.
"I said take off your clothes."
"What the hell? No, I'm not taking my clothes off!" I snapped back.
"No? Really? But you expect me too!"
"I expect you to what?"
"Take off my clothes."
"I'm lost!" I said, shaking my head.
"You expected me to get undressed out in the middle of the lake, where anyone could see me naked."
"Is that what this is about? First off, it wasn't the middle of the lake, it was a secluded bay. Second, there were virtually no boats anywhere around, and third, it's nothing we haven't done before in the past."
"Key words there. The past! Someone could have come by!" she interrupted.
"Yeah, a boat could have come by. But it didn't. And I would have been as naked as you were."
"So? A bunch of guys couldn't care less about looking at another naked man, but a naked woman?"
"Good Lord," I said, shaking my head in dismay.
"You've tried a bunch of times in the last few years to show my body off. Wanting to go to nudie beaches, skinny dipping, naked hiking, and fucking in the woods! I don't know why you think it's such a great thing to show my naked body off. I'm NOT that good looking! I'm old and fat!"
I looked at her stunned. "Show off your body? You think that's what this is all about? Somehow showing you off? Hell no. I love how you look. I loved having sex with you outside all those times we used to do that. All those other things we did seemed to turn you on all those years ago. I know you don't want to show off like that anymore. But it's a turn on to think that there's a chance we might be discovered. The idea IS NOT to intentionally expose you to anyone but me!"
"That was a long time ago when we were young and stupid. We're grown up now," she snapped.
"But didn't it make your heart pound a little faster? Make what we were doing a little more special?"
"What does that have to do with this?" my wife asked.
"Everything! Don't you get it? It's about keeping things changing, not just doing things that are routine, predictable. Hell, spontaneity is about gone from our relationship, at least that way. If it isn't planned, almost scheduled, we don't even have sex anymore."
