Mid-Life Adventures

Rob and Marielle had been together for over two decades and married for nearly that long. Over the years they had experienced their share of adventures as they had explored each other, explored their relationship and their sex lives all while beginning their careers, starting and raising a family, and dealing with the general background tumult and hubbub of living full lives. Now in their forties with older children who were not out of the house but who were increasingly independent, Rob and Marielle had recently experienced a paradigm shift that had kicked their sex lives into overdrive.

As with many seismic events, in retrospect there had been warning signs: their lovemaking had been steadily growing in frequency and duration over the course of several years. In the past year this steady increase has had resulted in both of them looking forward to Friday and Saturday nights with swelling fervor and the two of them had begun to communicate their fantasies and desires with increasing clarity and candor.

One night, after a particularly energetic session, the pair were cuddling in flushed, sweaty, post-coital bliss. Rob idly mentioned how turned on Marielle seemed to be getting lately when they combined toy or finger-play with fellatio. Marielle did not answer immediately, instead smiling and turning her large brilliant blue eyes towards her love. Gazing deep into his grey eyes she answered that she was indeed enjoying those positions greatly. This conversation could easily have died there, overwhelmed by the insistent throbbing of the music that had accompanied their lovemaking or their general post-sex haze but it hadn't. Rob pressed on, "It's almost like you wish you had more than one cock available to you" he whispered quietly. That was not the moment the fuse ignited in Marielle's mind. In truth it had likely been burning for years, but that was the moment they both realized that the fuse was burning and both consciously decided not to extinguish it. Eyes still locked on one another, Marielle had nodded, breathed out a nearly sub-vocal "Yes" and then kissed her husband deeply, sucking his tongue deep into her throat. Their conversation continued, exciting both of them, but also leaving them somewhat confused about what to do and how, or if, to pursue this newly revealed fantasy.

Rob and Marielle certainly weren't shrinking violets when it came to sex. They had explored each other fully, discovering that Marielle was a multi-orgasmic squirter when sufficiently aroused, and that Rob delighted in extending their lovemaking sessions for hours, driving Marielle into a frenzy of pleasure and pushing himself to give her ever more orgasms. They had a growing set of toys, enjoyed dabbling in bondage, and Rob particularly delighted in exploring exhibitionism - scouting out locations where they could scamper for a quick al fresco fuck.

They also had friends involved in alternate living arrangements, some fully polyamorous, some others who would have been better described as simply amorous. They both knew that a poly relationship was not what they were seeking - but they weren't sure what they

were

seeking.

As usual in the internet age some idle googling came to the rescue. Rob discovered that their metropolitan area was home to more than one sex club, or to be more specific: more than one swingers club. Rob and Marielle were far from sure they wanted to pursue "the Lifestyle," but these clubs seemed like they offered an opportunity to explore several of their fantasies in a relatively safe - or at least controlled and accepting - environment. The libertine atmosphere of these clubs promised all sorts of potential opportunities and areas for exploration. This discovery was the paradigm shift that turned two forty-something professional parents into sex-obsessed maniacs and led directly to the events of this story.

Our couple quickly signed up for the club that seemed to most closely cater to their desires, but being responsible members of society (and worse, parents) Marielle and Rob couldn't just run off to their chosen club the next Saturday night. Indeed, it was going to be six weeks, six long weeks, before they would have a chance to truly explore these uncharted waters. As the weeks slowly ticked by, they discovered that each day they seemed to talk of little else but their fantasies. This fueled much more regular making out, fondling, and lovemaking than either had become accustomed to - and they loved it. Waking each other up in the morning with (relatively) brief cunnilingus or fellatio sessions became the norm. Midday make-out sessions supplemented their work from home lunches together. They were both on fire and acting like horny teenagers.

With still three weeks to go before their first appointment at the club, Rob and Marielle had a rare childless Saturday afternoon with both kids out at activities until 8:00pm. The horny pair had an unfettered afternoon ahead of them... if they could only get a few required chores out of the way first.

Having dropped off their children - who remained blessedly unaware of their parents raging hormones - Rob hopped on the highway and began weaving through traffic towards the discount tile store that lay on the other side of town. The flooring in their family bathroom had been ruined by a leak a few months prior and the bathroom was scheduled to be rebuilt in three weeks. They were on a deadline and needed to get that tile no matter how much they would rather get straight to fucking. Rob was determinedly driving down the freeway, but that didn't mean his mind was on bathroom renovation.

"You know, now that we've dropped off the kids, I think you should go ahead a take off your bra," he said with a grin, not entirely sure whether his blue-eyed wife would rise to the challenge but at least hoping to build a sexually charged atmosphere to enjoy later.

Marielle smiled at the devilish glint in his eyes. For the last several years they had taken a few days away from the kids to enjoy their anniversary with a cannabis-fueled sex-romp, and their rule for those trips was no bra or underwear, ever. She enjoyed the thought that they were on a mini-vacation that afternoon and immediately began taking her bra off under her clothes

It was a chilly winter day, so Marielle was wearing a large coat, a cozy sweater, and a clinging waffle-weave undershirt. She was wearing a minimal bra - her bras were always minimal, just a thin bralette with no padding. A bra that merely nodded toward keeping her breasts contained. She loved the comfort of going nearly braless and knew that Rob loved seeing the shape of her nipples through her clothes. Marielle's nipples generally stood tall and erect - real headlights. Rob couldn't get enough of them.

As she pulled her thin bralette out of her shirt and tossed it in the back seat, she thought he might like to see a bit more of those nipples now. The heater in the car was roaring and it was starting to feel quite cozy, so she took off her jacket, and then her sweater, leaving just her clinging undershirt that highlighted the curve of her breasts and the points of her nipples. Rob sucked in a breath, then reached over to tweak first one, then the other nipple, pulling slightly as he rolled them between his fingers. Tearing his eyes away he looked back at the road.

"That's a nice look", he said, "god, I love your nipples."

Marielle loved that even after all these years he still lost his head over her breasts. She smiled at him, biting her lip and naughtily raising one eyebrow as Rob reached over to untuck her shirt, pulling the hem out of her waistband and running his hands up inside to cup her naked breasts. Rob had great hands - large and strong with skin that was somehow always warm and dry. Marielle loved the feel of those hands caressing her skin, cupping her breasts, and gently pinching her nipples.

Of the two of them, Rob was usually more easily turned on. He'd start the day watching Marielle dress, give her a lingering kiss at lunchtime, smack her ass when they were making dinner together, and then lasciviously watch her strip for bed. Marielle loved knowing how often his mind turned to impure thoughts and loved hearing about the graphic sex dreams that regularly disturbed his sleep. It generally took her a bit more to really get worked up but once she was aroused it took a lot to satisfy her - her brakes came off and she became insatiably hungry for cock.

Marielle had been halfway joking around before but now she was becoming seriously aroused. She wanted him to touch her breasts more, and she wanted to show off more of her body. She smiled at Rob again and then slowly pulled her shirt up over her breasts and head, tossing it in the backseat with her coat, sweater, and bra. She was riding down the highway topless on a clear sunny afternoon with her breasts fully exposed. They were passing cars closely on either side, but she didn't care. She arched her back, highlighting her naked breasts and aroused, erect nipples.

Rob sucked in air again and adjusted himself in his seat. He had decided on "vacation rules" for himself when getting dressed that morning and had left his underwear at home. Now his erection was pressing against the zipper of his pants in a way that made safe driving a challenge.

Rob's head was spinning. He had laid down what he thought was a little sexy challenge, but his beautiful wife had called his bet and raised him to a degree he had not at all been prepared for. Attention torn between his wife's stunning breasts, flagrantly displayed, and attempting to keep their family hatchback to just one lane on the highway, Rob couldn't help but notice just how visible the man in the car behind them now appeared through his rearview mirror. Suddenly the people in the cars all around them seemed like they must be able to see his wife. That large white SUV roaring up in the left hand lane would definitely have a clear view down into their smaller vehicle and the driver of the sports car just in front of them would probably be able to count the goosebumps on his wife's areolae if he was paying any attention.

Rob straightened up in his seat, thinking that he might provide his wife with a little bit of visual cover. He glanced over at Marielle, but she was not in a hiding mood. Far from it. Her hands were cupping her creamy breasts and rolling her hard nipples between her index fingers and thumbs. Her blue eyes were sparkling with laughter, and her cheeks were slightly dimpled from the huge grin on her face. His adjustments hadn't fooled her in the slightest. Marielle had always been able to read his mind at times like this. "You silly man," she laughed, "you always do this. You get me all riled up and then you're the one to get cold feet." It was true. More often than not in their marriage Rob had pushed for them to try new out new ideas in the bedroom and had usually been the one to come up with ideas for sexy outings and adventures. Marielle had often been willing to follow his lead, yet (especially when it came to trying something risky in public) once things left the realm of fantasy and entered the realm of reality it had often been Marielle who was the bold one: pushing their limits as Rob retreated. "Not today!" Marielle declared. "Today, I'm going to pull you along and you're just going to have to keep up, or else I'll leave you behind" she added with a wicked grin. Even if it wasn't floating above his wife's naked chest that grin alone would have pumped more blood into Rob's tumescent cock. As it was, it likely extracted most of the blood from his brain as well. Rob was surprised that the denim of his pants wasn't instantly rent asunder.

Rob tried one more gambit, "Our exit is coming up soon, right? Are you sure you don't...?" he stammered with a shift of his eyes towards the back seat.

Marielle settled back in her seat with an air of finality, a slight flush expanded across her chest that Rob recognized as a strong sign of arousal. "I'm a grown woman, my dear, and as you've told me so often in the past, nudity - especially female nudity and toplessness - isn't even against the law here" she said in layered in tones, both sultry and emphatic. "Today, we're going to have some fun". To argue with his wife in this state of mind would have been useless, and besides, Rob would be damned if he was going to start making a habit of trying to convince his wife to put on more clothes - even if that white SUV that had initially surged past them had now spent the last couple of minutes paralleling them in a rather suspicious manner. Rob accelerated and so did the SUV. He cocked an eye towards his wife to see if she had noticed, but it seemed like her attention was being taken up by her playful hands and the smoldering gaze she had locked onto her husband's lap. Just then it was time for their exit, and Rob was suddenly busy trying to follow the audio driving directions through a series of off ramps and overpasses that were confusing even with a clear head.

While they had both gotten somewhat used to the relative anonymity of the highway, they had exited into a mixed commercial and industrial district that had quite a bit of traffic and more than the occasional pedestrian. As Rob pulled to a stop in a left turn behind a large truck sporting one of those faddy earth tone paint schemes and alongside (yet another) SUV, this one black with heavily tinted windows, Marielle finally reached into the backseat to retrieve just her coat. But did she put it on? Not quite. Instead, she slipped just one arm into a sleeve, screening the view through the side window but still leaving the front wide open for Rob to reach over and do what was most natural: fondle his wife's exposed charms the way they deserved. Which he did, all the rest of the way to the store.

When they pulled up in front of the tile store, they got a perfect parking space: a curbside spot not 10 feet from the glass front of the building. Rob saw a couple of guys behind the desk, one older and one younger. From the slightly startled looks on their faces he thought that maybe Marielle's open coat wasn't giving her quite as much cover as she thought. Still, that gave him a sexy idea. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "why don't you wear just your coat into the store."

Marielle smiled her wicked grin again, turned her head toward him and licked his ear with the tip of her tongue. "Whatever you desire," she replied, zipping her coat and opening the car door.

The door chimed as they walked into the store. They quickly headed past the somewhat more-than-usually attentive looks of the two fellows at the front desk and started looking at tile. The store was located in an old warehouse that had been reconfigured multiple times over the last century. It was a warren of different levels with short ramps or flights of steps between them. Marielle was focused. Construction was her business but she rarely got to choose for herself.

As the couple browsed through the store Rob was trying to stay focused on finding a neutral tile with warm undertones, but he kept thinking about his wife flagrantly exposing herself in the car. Rob's erection was still pressing against his jeans in a distracting way. They continued looking at tile samples. He wanted more, and he was sure she did too. While they were still in the busy front section of the store, he stood next to her pretending to look at a tile sample. "Before we leave this store, I want to you find a place to show me your tits again." Marielle gave him a smoldering look but said nothing.

After a while they found themselves looking at the discontinued tiles in a somewhat secluded back room. They had made their choice for the floor and now were looking at complementary wall tiles. Rob saw one that he thought might work. As he turned to show it to Marielle she looked him deep in the eyes and slowly unzipped her long winter coat. She opened the coat wide, her nipples responding to the cool air in the warehouse. Rob forgot which tile he had been about to suggest.

At that moment they heard the front door chime again. Rob thought maybe more people were coming into the store. Marielle just stood there calmly and waited for her husband to make the next move. They heard the door chime a couple more times but no one came to the back of the store. Maybe they were hearing customers leave as the store neared closing.

Rob couldn't take his eyes off of his wanton lover. Her nonchalant nudity in a public space, with other people just around the corner, was incredibly hot. He was so aroused that he could feel a slim trickle of pre-cum running down his leg. This made him think of another one of their vacation rules: it was Marielle's job to lick up any and all pre-cum. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should really tell her to lick his cock in the store. This was a much more public setting than they had ever experimented with before - usually their public play had been in wooded parks or naughty night-time walks. Here they were in a private business potentially full of employees and customers. But just from his hesitation, glancing down at the bulge in his pants, Marielle knew exactly what he was thinking about. Without a word she stepped closer to him, locked her eyes on his, smoothly went down on her knees, and slowly unzipped his pants.

Rob's cock practically burst out and stood to attention, sticky with precum and urgently erect. As Marielle shifted her face closer to his cock it jerked toward her of its own accord. Marielle teased it for a moment, leaning one way and then another to watch it follow her, then she playfully lapped Rob's pre-cum from the tip of his cock before sliding her mouth up the shaft. Marielle loved the taste of pre-cum - the salty tang on her tongue sent a jolt of excitement straight through her pussy.

Rob was caught on the horns of delirium and incredulity. As he reached down toward his lover's face, she tilted her chin up and connected her eyes to his again. "This is what you want, isn't it?" he said, voice hushed in caution but thick with lust.

Marielle didn't reply in words. Instead, she moaned as she positioned her hands on his ass and hungrily shoved even more of his cock into her mouth.

Rob smiled down at his lover and shook his head in wonderment at this sex goddess his wife had become. Then, narrowing his eyes in a mock-stern attitude, Rob took the lead once more. "No, a cock hungry wife like you needs a lot more than this, don't you?" Mentally, Rob had already crossed the Rubicon. If they were going to do this, they weren't going to leave any room for regrets.

"MmmmmmHmmmm!" Marielle moaned around the rigid member filling her mouth as she slowly bobbed up and down, getting it deeper into her mouth and throat with every thrust. After weeks of fantasizing about public sex at the swingers club they had both become keyed up with fevered anticipation. That this was happening here and now was a surprise to both of them, but like a dam in a torrential monsoon too much had been stored up and the pressure had to be released.

Rob wrapped his big warm hands around his lover's cheeks and gave her mouth three long, slow thrusts with his hips, feeling his cock bury itself in the entrance to her throat without meeting any resistance: a sure sign that his wife was ready for anything. "Yes - you need a lot more than this." He said pulling back and pulling his cock from his wife's mouth with and audible "pop." Still holding her face in his hands he pulled her gently to he feet. Wrapping his arms around her naked torso he pulled her to him and gave Marielle a deep-mouthed kiss, lashing her tongue with his. He then spun her around and began kissing her neck while he unbuckled her belt, then popped open her waist button and unzipped her jeans. "Step out beautiful - this IS what you want isn't it?" He caught his breath and paused for a moment, one of those moments that seem to simultaneously evaporate in an instant and linger forever on the cusp of what would happen next. In that moment, all the little noises of a public space, footfalls, whispered conversation, clinking of tiles, and the exhalations of the old heating system, came together to form a crescendo in the ears of the two lovers. This crescendo was punctuated by yet another "ding" of the front door bell.