My wife Cara knows me well, we've been together for a long time now, so that's no surprise. She knows that after a period of particularly frenetic sexual activity, that I can often go into a sexual drought. She knows to bide her time and be patient. After our last escapade at Lowe's Corner, Cara and I had a lot of sex, fucking every day for a full week afterward. We didn't talk about what happened in the men's room, because we didn't need to. We both knew what was on the other's filthy mind. We had intense, passionate sex...like two teenagers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
And then I found myself spent, totally drained of all sexual energy and interest. This went on for nearly two weeks, until today when Cara and I went walking in the woods. We were walking hand-in-hand as we often do, carefully stepping over rocks and roots, watching our dog Chipper run delightedly around ahead of us.
Cara stopped moving and held me close to her, taking my free hand in hers. She looked up at me and smiled, and then she kissed me. She laid her head on my shoulder, hugged me and said, "I've missed you."
"Missed me?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
She looked back up at me and said, "Well..you know...we haven't been close in awhile now."
"You mean sex." I said.
Cara smiled. "Yeah, I mean sex."
"Well, you know, you were visited by Aunt Rosie, and the kids have their schedule, and then..."
Cara cut me off. "Don't make excuses," she said. "I wore you out, didn't I?"
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess so. I think we wore each other out, didn't we?" Cara laughed.
"Speak for yourself mister. I've been horny as a dog for weeks now." Cara put her head back on my shoulder and said softly, "I want you back."
I couldn't argue with what Cara had said. I could often hear and feel her masturbating in the bed beside me, at night when I was going to sleep, and in the morning. I had been letting her do her thing, not being able to find my place to engage with it. But as I looked down at my wife's beautiful face today, cupping it in my hands and then kissing her deeply, I felt that old familiar energy begin to reawaken. I silently welcomed it back.
I could feel Cara actually purr in her throat as we broke away from our kiss.
"Mmmm...does that mean you're ready to play with me again?" Her eyes were half-lidded and her freshly-cut hair perfectly framed her face. I nuzzled into her neck and could smell her perfume. I kissed her on the neck, inadvertantly tickling her. She shuddered, but not in a good way, so I play-bited her on the same spot on the neck to erase the annoyance of the tickle.
"Mmmmm..that's better," she said. "I'll take that as a yes?"
I stepped away from her and said in a hushed tone, "Has my beautiful wife, the mother of my two children, been having dirty thoughts?"
She smiled seductively and nodded slightly. "Always," she said.
"What are you thinking?" I asked her.
"Well..." She turned her head and looked away from me. She seemed embarrassed. She put her hands in the pockets of her vest. It being Fall, it was chilly outside.
"Go ahead," I said, attempting to encourage her.
"You remember what we did at the gas station..."
"Of course I remember. How could I forget it?"
Changing her direction of thought, she looked back up at me. "It seems like that for the last couple of weeks you've forgotten all about it."
"Oh come now Cara," I said. "You know how it is with me. I think it's like that with most men. I..."
"I know, I know," said Cara, stepping back close to me. "You don't have to explain again, I'm sorry." She hugged me tight to her again. "It's just that sometimes I feel so alone. Like such a freak. I like it better when you're thinking like I do." She smiled at me, letting me know we could move past the issue.
"So, about the gas station..."
"Yes," she said. "About the gas station...I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
"I can tell," I said. She looked down at the ground. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her expression was an enigmatic mixture of shame and wistfulness. But perhaps I was just imagining that.
"You want to go back? Do it again?" I asked.
She took in a deep breath, and looked up at me, looking into my eyes, and letting her breath out again. Laying her head back onto my shoulder once again, she said, "I was thinking of something a little bit different."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, getting into it. "Tell me. Don't be shy. Just tell me what you're thinking." As I began to relive the memory of that night in the restroom, what we did, and what we did after, blood began rushing to my penis.
"You're sure?" Cara asked. "You're sure you're in the mood to talk about it?"
I looked around to make sure we were alone in our spot in the woods, took Cara's hand and placed it against my crotch. "I'm sure," I said. "Feel me?"
She squeezed, and then smiled at me. She looked around like I had and asked, "Maybe you'd like me to give you a little suck?"
"Not just yet," I said, "maybe later. I'm really more interested to hear what's on your mind."
"Ok," she said and began walking again along the path through the woods. I walked by her side, reminding myself to listen more than talk.
"You stopped me from going all of the way that night," said Cara. "I was so fucking horny that night. I would have done anything. I was so ready to lick that guy's shit...taste it...put it in my mouth."
"I know, I know," I said, my cock growing stiffer. "I was so out my mind too, that I almost let you do it."
Cara continued. "I've been fantasizing about it over and over again. What it might have been like. Would I actually have done it? Taken some stranger's filthy shit waste into my mouth? Tasted it? Maybe even had tried eating it?"
"Where do you go in your fantasies?" I asked.
"All the way, of course," she answered.
"And?" I asked.
"Sometimes I'm repulsed and revolted...spitting it out right away." We took a few more steps in silence. I did not want to interrupt at this point.
