I wrote this a few months back in reaction to a series of adventures my wife and I sort of fell into. It's mostly true to the extent that you can capture 4 dimensional life events and condense them to the two dimensional space available in print. In real life, things take longer. There are false starts and pauses. Regrettable detours that might make some sense at the moment but lose perspective over time. None of those things contribute much to making your cocks hard and pussies wet (if anyone can think of a classier way of expressing that, I'd like to hear from you) so I've omitted them here. Also, for perspective, we're older. Not as in American Gothic old but more as an acknowledgement that as years accumulate some things just don't work as well as they once did. I can cum twice, maybe three times on a good day. My wife has some physical stuff that makes positions like reverse cowgirl hard to pull off. So far, the antidote to all that has been to have creatively filthy minds and be fearless about sharing with each other. You'll likely be here too at some point but for the moment, I think this should be fun for all ages (over 18 of course!).
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So it might be because some random event in the universe shifted the planets a few millimeters away from where they were supposed to be. Or that coconut that fell on my wife's head knocked a few key synapses out of whack. Or maybe some quantum event split the known universe into its own branch with new rules and stranger realities. Honestly, I have no idea but what I can tell you is that after 40 years, the status quo of my sexual relationship with my wife was suddenly and completely off the rails.
I'd thought that so many things had been fixed and immovable that I just assumed that's the way they were always going to be but suddenly one day, my shy, reserved, wife and mother of my children was game to try things. New things. Edgy, provocative, filthy and maybe even slightly alarming, fun things.
I first noticed it when she got obsessed with a particular porn video. It starts with a pudgy, middle aged woman being led down a flight of stairs. She's wearing a leash and collar and a tight corset. Normally this would have already been too dark for my wife's sensibilities but as the woman enters a gothic looking living room, some guy is seated and waiting for her in an easy chair. He's fully clothed and for the moment, his only response is to watch and enjoy the show that's about to unfold. She's prompted to squat down in front of him as the guy holding her leash starts to rub her pussy in full view.
This isn't terribly explicit as these things go but I'm loving the exhibitionist, dom/sub vibe and apparently so is my wife. She's intensely taking in every detail and rubbing her own pussy with a charming lack of inhibition. This goes on for a few minutes, the leash guy rubbing her cunt and gradually ratcheting up her arousal to ever higher levels of intensity. You can hear her audibly gasp as he buries a few fingers inside her and rubs the outside of her vulva with the palm of his hand. In a few minutes, the other guy finally gets his ass off the chair and after a bit of a tease, unzips his fly to feed her his cock. She wraps her mouth around it with such relief it's like she's gasping for air, delighted and relieved to be able to use her mouth to make herself useful. The scene goes up another notch when the guy holding the leash starts to whip her ass with a cat o'9 tails looking thing. The business end looks like individual strips of soft suede so the impact is more psychological than physical. Still, her pale, round ass starts to get a rosy glow as she continues to suck his cock and gently moan with the impact of each lash.
I've seen a gazillion blow jobs in porn but none where the woman was so emotionally ecstatic to satisfy the hunger of having a cock in her mouth. I glance over to my wife to see how she's doing and am mildly surprised to find her in the middle of a series of orgasms, each one just a bit more powerful than the last. Is she fantasizing about trading places with the woman in the video? Maybe she'd like to surrender her power and be a slave to someone with the absolute ability to make her do whatever depraved notion crossed his mind? The leash and collar, a nonverbal signal to blow through the usual limits. Fuck it... as long as I have this collar on, I'm a whore. Do with me, whatever your filthy, depraved, little mind can think of. It's much more than consent. It's a desperate need to be used and fucked and degraded that rises to the level of raw desire. Almost on cue, she has an orgasm at precisely the same time as the woman in the video. The two have them have never met, most likely never will but at this moment, they have a common bond as sisters in a shared experience.
She nuzzles her head into my shoulder, the look of sublime relief on her face evident as all the muscles in her body lose any bit of tension they've ever had. I'm really happy for her... this degree of intensity is hard to come by as you get older. I'm also honored to be able to share the experience. It says a lot about the level of trust and intimacy (and shared depravity) that the two of us have.
"Wow... that was fast!"
From start to finish, maybe four minutes had gone by. She knows I haven't cum yet and takes it on herself to make it up to me. She starts to suck my cock, urgently rubbing her pussy and setting herself up for yet another climax. The rules of married people sex are such that I usually pull out of her mouth when I start to cum but she's not having it. She keeps sucking the life out of me, one spurt after another until I'm drained and all's that's left is a smug look of accomplishment and her face, gloriously dripping with a half dozen streams of my semen.
Later on at dinner, half past meatloaf, I had to bring it up.
"So that was kind of fun but I have to ask... what the fuck is going on with you?" She knew exactly what I was talking about. No need to point to specifics.
She blushed bright, cherry red. "I don't know... I have no idea what came over me. I think that video kind of unlocked something. It looked sick and fucked up but for some reason I just liked it... shocked me too!."
I'm not complaining, mind you. It's great that a couple of old farts like us can still do something that gets us hot and bothered.
She paused for a moment to finish a sip of her wine. "To be honest, I thought the whole leash and collar thing was kind of weird, but when he put her on display and started jerking her off... almost like she was some kind of animal, the whole thing sort of took off. And the whip... oh my god, that whip... so fucking hot. Crazy... and now I can't stop thinking about it!"
For comparison, I did have my own history of getting turned on by things that were strange or just plain gross. I mean, how often in my own life was I aroused by things that in the light of day would have been completely disgusting? The first time I saw someone lick the cum out of his wife's freshly fucked pussy, my reaction was "ewwww... sick!" And then proceeded to play it back and jerk off half a dozen times more. And in that interval that happens right after an orgasm, I'd be left wondering what the fuck did I actually get off to? I read somewhere that "desire has no logic." It simply is. One advantage of getting older I guess is being able to accept that and just move on.
At any rate, there was no doubt left that the rules had changed and it was left to me to try and make some kind of sense of that. Ever since we had our kids, Lisa had a default setting of "no" to ever including other people in our sex lives. That was a hard limit for her and something I reluctantly came to acknowledge and accept but now I had to wonder... was that still the case?
We'd hired a college kid, Alan, to do some work around the house. He'd be over on the weekends to help with the heavy lifting that seemed to be getting progressively harder for me. It was the middle of summer in New Jersey when it was hot and humid as hell. That was offset by the fact that we had our own pool to cool off in. In my own clueless way I just watched my wife as her choice of swimwear started to shrink from a modest one piece to a bikini to her just wearing her bottoms even on the occasions when he happened to be around.
"Are you trying to seduce the pool boy?" I had to ask.
"He's over 18 for one thing and I'm almost 40 years older for another. You're not really worried about us running off together, are you?"
I actually wouldn't have a problem with her seducing him... as long as I was around and at least got to watch. I know, I'm a sick fuck. Or if you can peel away all the judgmental social stigmas, maybe just sexually adventurous.
So it happens that it's August. Yes, it's hot and sunny as hell. Lisa was camped out by the pool in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, glistening under a glaze of suntan lotion. I'd been gone most of the morning and happened to come home early when I noticed Alan standing in the kitchen, staring out through the patio doors at something in the back yard. He was conspicuous by the fact that he was barely moving at all when I noticed him rubbing his cock through the thin fabric of his gym shorts. Something told me that my wife was going to be on the other end of that gaze. I looked through the doors to see her glowing in the sun, splayed out on a lawn chair to confirm what I'd been thinking. A few moments later, Alan was pulling his shorts pulled down around his thighs and started slowly stroking his cock. This was sweet I thought. My mostly naked 60 year old wife and this 19 year old kid with his cock so obviously out of control at the sight of her. I felt like I was a spectator in the masturbatory factory that was running through his head. At this point in the movies he'd be a muscular black guy with a 9" cock. In reality he was just a pale theater arts major with barely 6 inches. Still, he made up in sheer, obvious lust what he lacked in size.
