This story contains m/f, f/f, m/f/f sex and anal play.
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Milla, in her white faux fur robe, gazed at the lights of the city and stars of the sky from her second floor balcony.
It was an early spring morning with a cool breeze and she enjoyed her post-sex smoke as she was still tingling between her legs and legs themselves felt like shaking rubber.
Nicholas always had a way of doing that to her but lately, even as she would look up at him while he growled and grunted and drove into her with raw aggression, she couldn't help feel like there could be more. It was simple: their sex life was in dire need of a kick of spice! It became almost too predictable. They would kiss for a couple of minutes, he would lick her pussy for another, and after 3.2 minutes, boom, she was there with her legs open while he buried his cock into her.
That wasn't bad per se, and she loved when he fucked her with such passion, but there had to be more to experience.
Nicholas happened to be the EMT that resuscitated and cared for her when she crashed her clunker twenty years ago. He visited her in the hospital every day until they released her. They swapped numbers, went on a few dates, tied the knot, and here they were. And he was still taking care of her. The sun never sat each day before he said, "I love you." Milla was still giddy around him like when they first met.
Lately, Nicholas realized it took a few extra minutes to get his motor running and Milla didn't mind sucking him for longer or kissing him more to get him ready. Like any woman in a similar situation, the thought appeared in her mind that he was losing his attraction for her. She could still pass for a 30 year old though she was ten years older than that and was pretty but an extra wrinkle appeared here or there and a strand of gray was trying to creep into her auburn locks. On the other hand, he wouldn't give up trying to please the love of his life so maybe the fire he had for her was still there—even if it was down to embers.
Nicholas was five years from fifty and his body was starting to remind him of that. Still, Milla hoped a kick in their sex life would perk things up!
It was a few hours before Milla had to get ready to go to her marketing job but that had fallen on her priority list a few notches. She was craving something new but she didn't know what. It was madness and the solution? Call your best friend at two in the morning!
Micaela was the friend that was close like a sister who knew all Milla's secrets and offered her shoulder like a Kleenex all those times she had boy problems. They had their days of dancing topless while drowning in booze at bars and were at each other's weddings. They met at college and twenty years later, they were still linked at the hips.
Milla probably wouldn't have made it this far without Micaela. Milla relied on her maybe a bit too much for guidance on just about everything from men to food to fashion and Micaela could easily have been her significant other third alongside Nicholas.
Milla leaned on the oak railing of her balcony, tossed her auburn tresses off her shoulder, and tapped her toes until she answered. It only took five calls before she picked up.
Micaela grumbled before she spoke. "Yaaawwwn, Milla! What's the emergency? You know the weekend doesn't start for two days, right?"
"Yes, yes, I know, but this couldn't wait. I'm so horny right now."
"Um, isn't that what your hubby is for?"
"Sorry, I meant that I'm horny for something new. Nicholas is a great guy, the greatest, he's incredible, but we do the same thing the same way every time. Our sex life probably resembles two tortoises going at it. Whoopee."
Milla could hear Micaela shifting positions probably to sit up. This was serious!
"Have you talked to Nicholas at all about this, hon?"
"I don't know what to say because I don't know what I want to try. Besides, there's a reason his favorite flavor is vanilla..."
"Oh, I hear you. Well, have you thought about bringing another woman into your bed? The way you laid that kiss on me that night made me think you might want to taste what's on the other side."
Milla chuckled. "My brain was swimming in booze that night and that was years ago."
"Well, alcohol
is
the serum of truth and I've seen how you've been eyeing me."
"Was I that obvious? Okay, I have thought about other women but hadn't had the courage to act on it let alone bring it up to Nicholas. With the way we are now, he might think I'm leaving him for one!"
"Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to get everything out in the open, would it?" Micaela said. "Okay, have you guys tried any action at either of your backdoors? Kevin and I have been playing around with it. Oooh, the feeling of being filled in your dirtiest place is so...dirty and fun!"
Milla felt a rush throughout and her ass quivered at the thought of it being played with.
She fell into the chair behind her and her legs tightened. "It might have crossed my mind once. So, it really feels good?"
"It's even hot when you have a vibrator in your ass while you're being fucked. Oh my, I'm rubbing myself now. Why did you do this? I have to get up early!"
"Sorry. I might like to try that but doesn't it hurt?"
"Not if you're careful. You have to go slow and make sure you're super wet back there. Try it and tell me what you think."
Milla's arousal became swallowed in blue. "Sigh, in my excitement I forgot Nicholas isn't into the anal stuff. Never mind."
Micaela scoffed. "What
is
he into? I know what you guys need. A visit to Angela Lu. She's a sex surrogate I know but not just any kind."
"What makes her special?"
"Well, get this," Micaela said as she lowered her voice but lifted her excitement, "she actually tries different things with couples to see what they might like! With consent, of course. She's super-hot so there haven't been many that didn't give her the okay to 'experiment' with them. It just depends if you care that another woman is touching your hubby—or the other way around. Angela owes me a favor and I can get you guys in today. I'll be sure to tell her how hot you are and get her ready so to speak."
Milla's curiosity was growing like the heat and sexual jolts between her legs. "I'm almost willing to try anything at this point. I'll see what Nicholas thinks about it."
"Okay, you do that and I'm going to do some sleeping. I'll see you at work."
"Goodnight, thanks."
"Night."
Milla was riled up and wished she could sleep. She mashed the butt of her cigarette in the ashtray on the round table next to her and made her way through the sliding glass door into the darkness of her bedroom.
Nicholas was facing the right side of the room and snoozing like a bear. The bright red digits on the alarm clock next to him read, "2:25 AM."
She lifted the covers to join him, snuggled into his back, and slid her arm around him. She absorbed his musk mixed with the fading scent of the cologne sprits on his T-shirt and she sighed.
She caressed the creases in his cheeks and brushed over his mustache before settling into his warmth and soaking in the toasty aura between them.
It wasn't a few hours later when Milla was shuffling around the house like a zombie trying to get ready for work. With that beautiful, bright yellow sun came a headache of epic proportions and a powerful desire to bury herself under the covers but that was not an option.
Nicholas was getting ready, too, but was speeding through the house like he'd slept for days like a baby. He sure didn't resemble anyone between forty and fifty. His body was slender but lean and his hair was still mostly there but was transitioning from brown to salt.
Milla would look at him in passing but he'd keep his focus straight ahead and when she offered her lips, he'd whisk right on by with a breeze following behind him.
She didn't think that had
ever
happened and the tension became so heavy that she could hardly take another step.
