So here I am, lying naked in bed beside my wife of 3 years. She's asleep, passed out not long after our guest left. Fair play to her, she must be tired. I pull the covers back and admire her in all her naked glory. Okay she is lying on her front, but her long blonde hair hanging off her shoulders is a good look. Her arse too, I could just squeeze it, then bite into it. I put the covers back over her and take a draw from my fag, happy with how the night went. Let me fill you in on the details.
Sad to say, but after only a few years of marriage our sex life had become pretty routine, mechanical. We'd always do it at night, in bed, start off with oral, then I would get on top, now and then we would switch position. I'd cum, we'd kiss and cuddle, then fall asleep. Sometimes that isn't a bad thing, but we are both in out mid 20's and sex shouldn't be predictable and boring.
We decided to have a midweek night of drinking in the house. She had a bottle of wine and I had some ciders. We made a point to have a few drinks, lower our inhibitions and be open about what we want sexually. One glass of wine down, then another. I was onto my third cider. We were starting to loosen up and sex became the subject matter.
"Right, I am going to be brutally honest with you Anne, our sex life has become quite a bit dull. At our age we should be at it morning, noon and night. In bed, the shower, kitchen, fuck, any room in the house. Fuck, not just in the house, outside, in the car, anywhere." I was becoming louder and more animated as I was speaking. Anne was just looking at me, not giving anything away. She took another sip of her wine, put her glass down and looked at me. My heart began to speed up.
"You're right Nathan, I completely agree. We need to be more adventurous. We should be fucking like it is going out of fashion." There was passion in her voice, I liked it.
"Tell me what you would like Anne, don't hold back."
"I want you to fuck me, don't always make love to me. Sometimes I just want you to rip my clothes off, push me down and fuck my brains out. Tell me what you would like. Same rules, no holding back."
"Erm, okay. I am all for mixing it up, tender at times, rough and hard at others. If I am being truly honest, another thing I would like is a threesome." I paused there to see what the reaction would be. I was half expecting to be wearing her glass of wine, but no. Quite the opposite really.
"Oh really? I am a little shocked by that, but not in a bad way." She smirked. "What did you have in mind, another girl or guy?"
"Honestly, another guy. I would love to watch another guy fuck you, to see you suck his cock as I am fucking you. Is this bad? I just think it would be hot as fuck."
"No, of course it's not bad. I would be nervous to share our bed with another guy, as well as another girl if you would be up for that too?"
"Yeah I would." My attempts at trying not to sound too eager clearly never worked.
As the night went on we decided on the Saturday we would go out, hit a few bars in town and see if we could meet any suitors or our threesome. That night however I took Anne to bed and fucked her like never before.
Saturday night came, we both got dressed for the occasion. Anne in a figure hugging black dress and shoes, sexy black lacey bra, no pants or thong. I had on a smart pair of trousers, tight fitting t shirt and smart shoes. We both looked great, even if I do say so myself. We headed out to one of the bars in town and sat down for a drink. We were both nervous, it was obvious given that we were both quiet. We scoped the place out, saw a couple of guys who would have done, but no one that stood out. We finished our drink and left for the bar next door. Again, we ordered our drinks and sat at a table. The alcohol was working into our system because we began to relax and actually have a nice time just out chatting. Anne touched my knee.
"What about him at the bar ordering a drink?" she said.
