My wife and I are very open and honest with each other about our sexual desires and fantasies. We always have been. However, please, do not misunderstand me, as I'm not suggesting, not even for a second, that I tell Carly every messed up and depraved thought that flashes through my head. Far from it. I'm pretty confident that no man ever does that. But I do honestly believe that Carly is more open-minded than most wives.
Depending on if you've read anything that I have written before, you might already know that Carly is 5'2" and a semi-professional ballet dancer. In her younger years, she could have turned fully professional but her height stood against her. (Pardon the pun)
Because of her dancing, her physique has always been that of an athlete. She has strong toned legs, a tiny waist, a flat strong torso and small, high firm 32B breasts. She has curly blonde, shoulder-length hair, a pear-shaped pretty face and big blue eyes. I am very proud to say that at 34 years old, most guys still turn to look at her as she breezes past them.
The story I'd like to tell you is about a recent, 'play-session' we had.
We had booked a night away in a cozy boutique hotel and during the drive, Carly had playfully asked 'what are we planning?'
These words, 'what are we planning', had become a little code for us over the years. It generally meant that we were going to stay in a hotel and we wanted to be naughty.
I smiled at her as I drove and she grinned back at me. I could tell by the flashes in her eyes that she was excited to be getting away and that her darker, more playful side was kicking in.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked her. I attempted to use a nonchalant tone as I always felt so silly at how boyish and excited she could make me with just a few words and a 'look'.
She smiled again and stared at the road. After a few seconds of contemplation she said "We always play out my fantasies and role-play the things that I like. So I think its your turn. What would you like to do?"
My mind swam. The truth was that there wasn't much as a couple that we hadn't done sexually. I pretended to think deeply for a few moments whilst actually mentally battling some messed up thoughts that I didn't really want to do but nonetheless flashed into my weird brain. (Typical man).
Bored of waiting for my answer, Carly changed the subject and we chatted about, this and that, for the remainder of the journey.
In no time, we had arrived at the very pretty spa hotel and checked in. The receptionist had offered us a complimentary upgrade on our room which we accepted gratefully. I teased Carly as we enter the lift up to the top floor about how I never seemed to be offered upgrades and freebies when I'm on my own and yet when I'm with her people fall over themselves to be nice to her. She just smiled.
The room was, without question, amazing. I lifted our bags onto the storage unit and Carly dived onto the bed and rolled around testing how comfortable it was. I stood and watched her adoringly and loved how playful and girly she was and with such boundless energy.
Our eyes both spotted the ice bucket with a bottle of complimentary fizz on the small table at the end of the bed at the same time. Carly bounced her bottom off the bed and landed next to the table. She opened it expertly allowing the cork to hit the ceiling with considerable force and the fizzy liquid to shoot from the bottleneck. Not being one to waste good alcohol, Carly clasped her mouth over the bottle and drunk the liquid in gulps. I blushed at my inability to not consider this sexually and imagined my cock in her mouth spurting in the same way. Once again, I felt boyish and immature at how much my wife excited me.
Ten minutes later we were both laid, cuddled together on the big soft bed. Carly drained her glass again and divided the rest of the champagne between our two glasses. I instinctively reached for the phone and ordered a second bottle from room service.
We laid together content and happy and Carly decided to ask me again. "So, come on then, what do you want to do, what are we planning?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said that I didn't know. But Carly wasn't letting it go this time.
She pointed out that we always act on her fantasies. She reminded me that the last time we'd stayed away, in a hotel. On her instruction, we had dressed for dinner and then I'd headed to the bar before her. When she'd arrived a short while later, dressed in a tiny figure hugging, black cocktail dress that barely covered her arse. She had sat on a separate table and my job was to attempt to 'pull her'. It had been good fun and we had repeatedly broken character, mainly because I kept ordering us cocktails and the alcohol was having the desired affect. Nonetheless, I'd invited her to dinner and then back to the bar and finally invited her to my (our) room. Carly had added a naughty twist and told me that she was married and that therefore she would not allow me to make love to her traditionally as that hole belonged to her husband and instead I would have to fuck her arse if I wanted her. I did want her and it was a night to remember.
On another occasion, she'd wanted to role-play being a prostitute and she had left our room and told me to call her mobile in 15 minutes. I didn't know at the time but she had precisely planned ever detail and had hidden a bag of clothes in the back of the car. When I called her she gave me a series of choices available to me. I had to specify what I wanted her to wear from a list of options and how I wanted her hair (both her hairstyle and how she was shaved between the legs). Twenty minutes later there was a knock on my hotel bedroom door and when I opened it Carly (or Roxy as she introduced herself as) was stood wearing a long brown rain Mac, red high-heeled shoes and (I was soon to find out) nothing else. She also had very heavy black eye make-up and bright red lipstick. She looked like a fucking tart, and for the rest of the evening behaved like one. She used lost of foul language and every time I touched her or did something different she made me pay her for the privilege. It was another very memorable evening.
But, this time, Carly wanted me to lead. She confessed that she was starting to feel a little weird as she said that she was very open about her fantasies and shared them with me and that because I was holding back it was making her feel that I wasn't so 'into our games'. She was very persuasive and I was made to feel a little guilty. I confessed that there was a little dark fantasy that I'd played over in my mind a few times but that I was embarrassed to say.
Luckily my embarrassment was saved as there was a knock on the door and our second bottle of champagne was delivered.