I hadn't been getting along with my wife now for some time, in fact thinking about it, it had probably been a few years. Yet after twelve years of marriage we were comfortable with each other and any change would rock the boat and cause too much hassle, especially for the children. We just seemed to put up with each other and get on with our lives. We lived separate lives really yet still had some love for each other.
Sex was O.K, even if Sally my wife is a bit of a prude and very hesitant to try out new things. We would make love every couple of weeks or so in a fairly straightforward manner. Every now and again she would trim her pussy and let me go down on her and as a special treat she would sometimes suck me off, but would always spit out the sperm afterwards. So really in many ways I couldn't complain, as I was probably better off than many other blokes. But still it wasn't enough, I had sexual fantasies like every other red-blooded bloke and it looked as if I was never going to be able to talk about them let alone try them out with my wife.
However over the last few weeks' things have finally changed for the better, and this is what I want to tell you about.
It started about three months ago when Pam, my Sister–in–law had a housewarming party. Pam and her husband Steve had recently moved into the area as Steve had been promoted to a new job. They now lived only about a two-minute drive away from our home. To celebrate their new house they threw a small party for a few of their friends and us. Sally and I went and we were having a great time. We had eaten a wonderful meal and were now chilling out with a few glasses of wine. It was then that our babysitter phoned to say that one of our kids had been sick everywhere and Sally decided to go back home and be with the children instead of leaving them with the sitter. We decided that I should stay and enjoy the rest of the party.
As the night wore on and we all had a few more glasses of wine Pam ended up on the sofa talking to me. Steve and the others had gravitated to the kitchen and were chatting in there (why does that always happen at parties?). Pam was a couple of years younger than my wife and although similar in looks was more petite. I think it was the wine but Pam was being a bit flirtatious with me and I was enjoying the female attention. We spent ages drinking together and talking about all manner of things when eventually the subject got around to sex. It must have been the wine because Pam was telling me how good her sex life was with Steve was and how lucky she was. In the end I confessed to her that her sister and I did not enjoy a fabulous sex life and that it was in fact boring and monotonous. We carried on talking quite openly as she described all the things that she and Steve liked to do in bed and eventually after more wine we got talking about fantasies. I think by this time I must have been a bit drunk as eventually she managed to coax out from me my private unfulfilled fantasy, and how this was never likely to be fulfilled with her sister. Eventually I described to her how I would like to suck on, and lick out the sperm from a juicy freshly fucked pussy.
Eventually Steve and the others made their way back out from the kitchen and it had got very late. The housewarming party just seemed to fizzle out then, and as I had been drinking I walked back home to my wife to see how the poorly children were.
I did not think much more about the party during the next few weeks and life settled back down to its boring monotony. Pam came round a few times, but she never mentioned the party or our cozy little chat about our sex lives and my fantasy, and I had almost forgotten about it until two weeks ago.