ONE
Sean Lambert and his wife, Amy, were excited about their upcoming trip to a desert resort in Arizona. Over the course of their twenty year marriage, they had always tried to celebrate their milestone anniversaries in a big way. Sean's orthopedic surgery practice was well established so money was never an option.
On their last big trip, for their 15th, they had spent a long, raucous weekend in South Beach. After an incredible dinner, a pleasantly drunken Sean finally got the courage up to admit to Amy that he wanted to talk about their sex life.
Sean was sincere when he told her that he found her even more sexy after all their years together than when they were dating. Always a pretty girl, Amy had blossomed into a ravishing beauty. Even after three children, Amy was in great shape with a slim waist,long, slender legs and a gorgeous set of tits that had barely given into gravity. She wore her light brown hair straight,well past her shoulders, framing her high cheekbones and incredible blue eyes and pouty lips. Her eyes were such an enticing shade of blue that many people thought she was wearing contacts, and the effect they had on people meeting her for the first time was oftentimes comical.
Sean loved his wife dearly and found her wonderfully playful and romantic in bed. But as he pointed out, since they had pledged their lifetime loyalty to one another, he thought it was important to let her know that he would like to push their boundaries out a bit.
Mildly amused, Amy assured him that he shouldn't hesitate in confiding any of his desires to her, that she would keep an open mind but that he should remember that she was from a good Catholic home, and was an old-fashioned girl at heart.
Over the next few years, little by little, Amy came to realize that her husband was a dirty boy. First, Sean asked that when they went out of town, that she should wear more eye shadow, highlighting her blue eyes in a more seductive manner. He also let her know tht he had a thing for sexy shoes, and loved to see her in high, spiky heels, the higher the better.
Amy willingly played along, loving the lust that would fill her husband's eyes when she would get dressed up especially for him, wearing 5 inch heels and heavy eye shadow, adding her own touch of a wet, shiny lip gloss. She came to enjoy the transformation she would go through on her out-of-town trips with her husband, and the proper and upstanding wife and mother looked forward to acting a little slutty knowing how hot she could make him.
In bed, Sean began to instruct her on the finer points of oral sex, on how and where he wanted her to use her lips, tongue and hands, explaining that she needed to pay more attention to the stimulation of his balls.
Amy had only one sex partner, prior to dating her husband, so her history with oral treats was limited to the brief sucking she would oftentimes give to Sean before they made love. Although her husband had never complained, Amy now realized that she had alot of room for improvement. As a result, she tackled this task with the same focus and intensity that made her a top organizer and fund raiser for a variety of church and school groups.
However, when Sean tried to return the favor for Amy, she stopped him after only a few minutes of his attention telling him that it "tickled" and that she preferred his cock inside of her.
Speaking of "cock", Sean had started making comments during sex that made it clear that he wanted Amy to learn to talk dirty. He would ask "Does my cock feel good in your pussy?" and "Do you want me to give you a good fucking?" and his favorite "Do you want me to stop fucking you?" to which the obvious response was to be "Don't stop fucking me, Baby!".
Overtime, Amy became quite accomplished at this as well, one time thinking she had caused him to have a heart attack when she suprised him by shouting "Fuck me harder, Baby! Fuck me Harder!" as she felt the surge of her orgasm. In fact, talking dirty with her husband had become very natural for her.
Amy drew the line at pornography, however, and Sean, quite happy at the impressive progress they had made didn't push her. But he still had one or two kinks that he couldn't quite bring himself to reveal to Amy.
Finally, after a dinner in Chicago, he took her to a cigar bar for for a night cap. Amy looked absolutely incredible, wearing a tiny black dress,and open toed platform pumps with 5 inch heels, her eyes and lips glistening in a way that seemed to catch every man's attention. After he ordered some drinks and a decent Cohiba, Sean produced a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s and slid them towards his bemused wife. Sean was clearly embarassed when he haltingly admitted to her that the sight of a beautiful woman smoking was a huge turn-on, but, he quickly added, he would understand if she wasn't into it.
Like most the girls in her sorority, Amy had briefly smoked in college , but she had basically quit when she started work at the hospital. She still got the urge on occasion, but she had never dreamed that her husband had a secret smoking fetish.
With her beautiful blue eyes smoldering behind the dark, smoky eye shadow her husband adored, Amy flipped the top of the hard pack and removed one of the long, white cigarettes, bringing it slowly to her wetly shining lips as Sean fumbled with the lighter on the table. She drew slowly on the cigarette, the nicotine flooding her neuron receptors with the warmth of an old friend, before tilting her chin and exhaling a thin stream up towards the ceiling, a gorgeous, sexy smile forming on her lovely face.
That night, Sean made love to his wife like he was possessed, bringing her to numerous orgasms before flooding her with his seed, and collapsing next to her, both of them covered in a sheen of sweat. The dirty boy had found his dirty girl, he had been married to her all the time.
TWO
The second day at the resort, Sean and Amy were showering together after a late afternoon of love. As he gently washed his wife's back, Sean slid his hands playfully around to gently squeeze his wife's breasts, causing her to sigh in delight. As he felt her nipples begin to stiffen, he pulled her back into a wet embrace, his cock stirring against her tight, little ass, and began to nuzzle the side of her neck.
"You know, Baby. These past few years have been incredible for me. My wife is so beautiful and so damn sexy . . ." Amy flushed at his compliment.
"But . . . I can't believe there isn't something I can do for you . . . some hidden desire that you have never told me about."
"You give me everyting I could ever need, sweetie. You are a wonderful husband, a great father to our kids." Amy insisted, before adding "Did I mention that you have great lips?"
Sean smiled, his hand sliding down the front of her still taut tummy, his fingers sliding between her pussy lips, spreading them so that the flow from the shower would caress her clitoris.
"You know what I mean . . . You know exactly what I like. I mean, I'm not afraid to tell you if I see a woman that I think is hot . . . You know what Kendra does to me."
Amy laughed in agreement. Sean had started getting her gift certificates for a massage at his health club and the petite, little blonde massage therapist was stunning. When Sean would comment on how gorgeous she was, Amy wasn't the least bit jealous or threatened, she trusted her husband completely and knew that it was nothing more than a harmless infatuation. The water on her clit felt wonderful and Amy adjusted herself to catch the stream more directly.
"C'mon . . . There have to be guys that you find attractive. It's only natural. I've seen the way men look at you."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Jesus, Amy, I love going out with you and watching the heads turn. Don't tell me you haven't noticed." Sean insisted.
Amy had, in fact, noticed but she was happily married and being a loving, loyal wife for these past twenty years, she never gave the attention she received a second thought.
"Tonight, when we go to dinner, I want you to pick out someone that you find attractive, someone that gets you hot. Great sex isn't only between the legs, its also between the ears. I want you to fantasize a little to if this might bring something to the surface, . . . maybe something you don't even realize about yourself."
Amy turned into her husband's body and threw her arms over his wet shoulders, bringing his face down to hers.