Hello, my name is Jason. My wife Amy and I had a quiet, normal life out in the suburbs of Lansing, Michigan. Until, an innocent conversation between coworkers, and a dear friend's misfortune, sparked a wild adventure that will change our lives forever. It all began a year ago today in fact...
My wife and I are high school sweethearts. We both went to the same college and married right after we graduated, then we decided to settle down in the same small town that we had grown up in. It is hard to believe that we have been happily married for twenty years now; in fact, we are celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary tonight with a fancy dinner at the steakhouse in town.
I thought that we had a happy marriage at least, until Amy dropped a bombshell on me last night during dinner. She said that she wanted to ask me a very important and life-changing question tonight. I have been a nervous wreck ever since. What can her question be about, is she unhappy about something?
Maybe she is upset because our daughter had just joined her big brother at the college he attends in the upper peninsula. I wonder if she wants to move up there to be closer to the kids. I hope not, although it is absolutely gorgeous up there, but I really hate all of the snow that they have in the winter.
Besides that, we both have secure jobs down here, that we are happy in. She is an elementary school teacher for the public schools and I work for the city clerk's office. We actually only need one car, because I can drop her off at school on my way to work, which is only another ten minutes further up the road. After work, I pick her up after work and we hit the gym then its home for dinner, we watch our favorite shows together on the tv and then go to bed.
I sure hope that she doesn't want to move to a bigger house or something. We have a nice four-bedroom house, which will be completely paid off in another two years. I would hate to have to start over with new mortgage. We have a nice, simple life and are both due to retire soon. I have been worrying all day over what the problem could be, and I cannot come up with a single thing. It must be important for her to not just come out and ask me.
Maybe it is sex related. I start to worry again. I would say that we have a great sex life overall. At least you will hear no complaints from me. We are a little adventurous, we do like to try new things. Such as new positions, locations and places that kind of thing. Now that we have both of the kids gone it has even become more exciting now since we have the whole entire house to play in.
We once went to see the animals at our local nature center and snuck a quickie in the large birdhouse. She gives me blow jobs in the car all the time. Yep, life is good, no complaints here. I hope that she feels the same way, I guess I will find out soon enough.
I pull up to the school and wait for her to appear. I do not have to wait long. My beautiful bride approaches our car with a lovely smile on her lips. She says hi to me as she sits down in the seat next to me and I lean over to give her a hello kiss.
Those luscious full lips taste so good. I could go forever just kissing them. Her long brown hair is swept back in her preferred style of a high ponytail in the back, which is perfect for me because it makes it easier for me to see her beautiful face.
She has gotten a little chunky over the years, but I love that about her too. There is just more of her to love if you ask me. The best part about that is there is more cushion for the pushin' which is great. A horny man like me can't complain about that, now can I?
I can see her creamy white cleavage peeking out from the second button of her blouse. Her breasts are truly a gift. They are plump, overflowing handfuls with huge thick dark nipples that crave to be sucked on. I am not kidding, I can make her cum just by playing with them for a few seconds.
Unfortunately, when she climaxes, she cries out really loud, so we have to be careful if we are secretly playing somewhere public. I reach over and run my finger under the rim of her shirt to try and tease her nipple into hardness. I hear her gasp when I make contact with her nipple and I smile.
"Jason, please do not get me all excited right now. You know how I feel about having wet panties at the gym, it makes my lower lips uncomfortable." She complained.
"Now who's uncomfortable? You know that I love it when your lower lips get wet. Mmmm, so tasty." I tell her as I reach up under her skirt and run my hand up the inside of her shapely thigh towards her pussy.
"Jason! I mean it now, quit." She said a little breathless.
"Come on, babe, just a quick taste." I tell her as she opens her legs wider to allow my finger to slide under her panties and slip inside her. I hear her quietly moan.
"Jason, come on, we are here now, cut it out." She whispers as I make one quick wet circle around her clit with my very wet finger and she bucks in her seat.
I pull my finger out and hold it up to her nose, then move it up to my mouth to suck her juices off. "Are you sure you do not want me to take care of that for you?" I ask her as I move my fingers into a nipple twisting gesture.
"No!" She said as she unconsciously reached her hands up to cover her nipples and the front of her breasts. "Now come on, we have to hurry so that we can get our work-outs over with. Our reservations at the steakhouse are for seven o'clock. I am going to have to try and dry myself up down there, as it is." She complains again.
I sigh. "More's the pity." I complain to her with a pout on my lips. We get out of the car, and I quickly grab my bag out of the back seat. I rush to make it around the other side of the car, just in time to smack her sexy ass as she was bent over her bag.
"Ow! Stop that, Jason! You know what that does to me." She wined as we came in through the door. She paused to give me a kiss on the cheek and told me to have a good workout. Then she went down the hallway and into the woman's locker room. The gym was pretty much deserted which is nice for a change. We will be able to get our workouts finished quickly and be on our way.
"Hey, Jason, how are you doing, bud?" My friend Andy greets me as he comes out of the locker room. I stop to shake his hand. "How is Amy doing? Is she here? How are the kids doing? How does Chelsea like college so far? Has Steven decided what major he wants to pursue yet?" Andy asked.
Andy and I have been best friends since elementary school, we attended the same high school where I met Amy. The three of us went to college together and he was my roommate. You could say that the three of us grew up together. His wife Sarah was Amy's roommate at the time and that is how Andy met her.
