This is chapter 2 in a series of stories about a young couple whose sex life is limited to separately enjoyed porn and masturbation and their struggle to achieve a more balanced sex life. It is recommended that the reader have read the prior chapter to maintain continuity. Material in italics describers a character's fantasy.
After a nearly sleepless night Gabe rose, showered, dressed, and ate his morning cereal just as he did every work day. As he and Keena sat at the breakfast table turning the pages of their local newspaper he had even less to say than he did most mornings. When Keena commented on something she saw in the paper that she thought Gabe would find of interest he responded with "hmm," or "you don't say," or something equally non-committal.
Gabe had a much more significant problem on his mind than anything in the morning paper, but he certainly wasn't comfortable sharing it with Keena. The problem was Keena, Gabe's wife of several years who he viewed as living on a moral pedestal. She had fallen off the pedestal the prior evening as Gabe secretly watched her lying nude and masturbating on their back porch, seemly indifferent to whether their neighbors could watch her. Being far from pure himself, Gabe had masturbated himself to a huge orgasm as he watched Keena.
Keena on the other hand, had slept soundly, enjoying a couple of erotic dreams that replayed her prior day's debauchery (which included more than just the back porch masturbation) in a most satisfactory fashion. That's not to say that Keena was satisfied with her sex life. She wanted Gabe, who seemed to display no interest in sex, to come to life sexually so they could engage in all the lewd activities she enjoyed watching on the internet. However, she had enjoyed her new found flair for exhibitionism. A part of her still preached her religious guilt about all of this, but she was learning to savor her ability to enjoy her lust in defiance of the guilt. She wanted Gabe to join her but she wasn't about to abandon her new found sex life for Gabe, or more properly, for what she thought Gabe was. Keena like Gabe lacked any understanding of her spouse's sex life and prurient interests. And like Gabe, she lacked the courage to simply talk to him about the problem.
As soon as Gabe finished his cereal, he rinsed the bowl and put it in the sink, put his suit coat on, picked up his brief case, and kissed his wife good bye for the day with a peck on the cheek. Within minutes he was out the door and driving away from home. But Gabe wasn't headed for his office. He planned to take the morning off to try and give his problem some serious thought.
Gabe knew he couldn't focus on his problem in the office where people would be interrupting him all day long. He drove to a local Starbucks where got himself a Venti coffee via their drive-thru (he had a Venti size problem). Then he proceeded to a city park. It was a beautiful place, the jewel of the city's park system. It lay on two sides of a small river that ran down out of the mountains and through town. The area where Gabe was parked was the main access point. It had a large grassy picnic area and a big playground plus a parking lot. On weekends this part of the park would be very busy with families enjoying time in the open air, but at this hour on a weekday the park would be empty. He could sit undisturbed on a park bench and think. Leaving his suit coat and necktie in the car, Gabe walked to a picnic table and sat staring at the trees that covered the steep hillside that fell away from the picnic and playground areas to the river in the gulch below. There were trails through the woods that led down to a steel bridge crossing the river and then up the other side of the park. There was also an access point from the top of the ridge on the other side, but it was merely a narrow trail between two homes in the neighborhood where Gabe and Keena lived. That side of the park was rarely used.
Gabe was totally dissatisfied with his sex life. I married the most beautiful, kindest, sweetest girl in the world, and she was brought up just like me to think sex is something you limit as far as possible, he thought. He shook his head and sipped his coffee. When we were first married we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We weren't very creative, because we had been raised to believe anything beyond a quick missionary hump under the covers in the dark was wrong. But, as time passed I realized there was a lot more to sex than that quick missionary hump and I wanted more, so I started using the internet to see what I was missing, and it was a lot. Gabe didn't feel any real guilt about no longer subscribing to the restricted sexual values he had been raised with. His view was, "I am what I am," and "I'm fine with it."
The problem was Keena, he thought. I've always thought of her as the sweet, innocent girl I married and I can't bring myself to ask her for the things I've come to want--so perverted by the standards Keena and I were raised with. If I ask for a blow job or try to eat her pussy, or tell her I want to try mutual masturbation, or anal sex, she will be shocked. God forbid if I wanted a threesome or to try swinging. She would probably leave me if she ever found out what twisted tastes I have. So all I can do is go to bed early and watch other people do these perverted things on the internet while I masturbate. I haven't been happy. I want to do these things with Keena, but I am afraid to even ask. It's gotten so bad I don't even want to start a basic sex session anymore for fear I'll get carried away and try something that would outrage her puritan upbringing. The result is all I do is go to strip joints when I travel and watch porn and jack-off when what I really want to do is...
But everything changed last night as I hid in the bath room peering out at my sweet, innocent, loving wife lying naked on our back porch, exposing herself to our neighbors while she wantonly masturbated. Am I outraged? Do I want to divorce her for being such a pervert? "Good god no," he said aloud. The only thing I have to figure out is how to tell her that I know about her and I love her. And oh yeah, one more thing--that I am as twisted and perverted as she is. That's all going to take some courage, he thought.
As he sat at the bench sipping his coffee his mind spun out a fantasy centered on fucking his beautiful wife on the back porch of their home. He thought of his sometimes golf partner, Arnie Roberts, who lived right behind them. Arnie had one of the dirtiest minds he had ever met. They frequently went to a strip joint near their favored golf course after a round, later complaining to their wives about how slow the pace of play had been, when they had in reality only played 9 holes and then spent the rest of the afternoon watching strippers. There was nothing Arnie wasn't prepared to discuss, frequently telling him of the lurid sex he had with his wife, Lisa, and with others. One day, after a couple of beers, Arnie had even told him of how sexy he found Keena to be when he saw her mowing the lawn in shorts and a tank top. After that Gabe mowed the lawn for the next few weeks. He didn't want filthy minded Arnie lusting after his pure sweet wife.
Gabe let his mind wander:
If things were different he would love for Arnie to have something to lust about. He imagined sitting on the back porch as Keena mowed the lawn on a warm sunny day. He noticed as he sipped his beer that Keena had on a pair of shorts he had never seen on her. They were much shorter than anything he had ever seen her wear. At first, he thought they barely covered her ass. Keena has such a beautiful nice, plump, round ass, he thought. As he watched her mow he realized that the shorts didn't even meet the 'barely cover' standard. The bottoms of her cheeks were readily visible every time she turned away to mow the next row. When she turned and pushed the mower toward him it was equally obvious that there was nothing beneath the tank top she wore to restrain the delicious jiggle of her breasts. The tank top was made of a relatively thin, ribbed fabric. Her areola and nipples were readily visible through the fabric. As he watched her he could feel his dick growing in the shorts he wore.
Of course Gabe had never seen his wife dressed in such a revealing fashion. This was all in his imagination and, until last night, he firmly believed that she would never do such a thing. Not his lovely Keena whom he viewed from afar as though on a pedestal. "Keena? Never," he scoffed. "But... now. Well now things have changed." Gabe took a sip of his cooling coffee and let his lurid imagination run. He couldn't work up the courage to talk to Keena, but he could certainly imagine what his life might be like if he could have that conversation.
When she finished the mowing, Keena stopped the mower and walked up to Gabe. He could see beads of sweat dripping down her chest and disappearing behind her tank top funneled between her breasts. Her tits were jiggling deliciously, he thought. She leaned forward and reached for his beer
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giving him a nice view. Beer in hand she rose and leaned back, drinking off the last of his beer. Her posture pulled the garment tight against her chest showing off her full breasts and the nipples that capped them. She knew he was watching and she held it longer than was necessary to drink off the last of the beer. Gabe felt his cock continue to grow, reaching a size and position that was becoming uncomfortable. When Keena stopped showing off her tits and was merely looking down at him he reached down and adjusted his shorts, making no effort to conceal his action from Keena. She smiled, knowing what was causing Gabe's need for adjustment.
"Is that a new pair of shorts?" she asked. "They look uncomfortable."
Gabe smiled in response.
"What do you think of my new shorts?" she asked. She turned, bending slightly forward, and wiggled her ass at him. "Like them?"
"Yes." He adjusted his shorts again for his continuously growing cock.
"I thought you would." She was standing before him with her feet spread widely and her hands on her hips.
"I bet Arnie is enjoying them too," Gabe said with a smirk.
"Arnie? You mean your lecherous golf partner that lives behind us. He does like to watch me, doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"Do you think he is upstairs looking out his bedroom window?"
"Probably."
"Perhaps we should show him some more," she said as she peeled off her tank top throwing it to the side. The sun glistened off the beads of sweet on her now fully exposed breasts.
Gabe's breath caught for just a moment as he looked at Keena. Keena had full plump breasts that sat high on her chest, each a bit more than a handful with large dark nipples that were now fully engorged. "God you have beautiful tits," he said. As he spoke, he reached down and rubbed his now fully erect cock through his shorts.
"Oh, these?" she said cupping her breasts from below and holding them out towards Gabe as she rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.
