When Layton and I were first married we really didn't know much about sex. It was not that we didn't enjoy sex. To the contrary, we pretty much fucked like rabbits for the first couple of years of our marriage. Then things began to slow down, and after a couple of additional years we were both frankly a little dissatisfied with our sex lives. We were still in love, but the fire was gone from the sex.
One night after a bottle of wine we finally broke down and talked about it. I guess we were able to openly discuss our frustration because we both have pretty secure personalities. We were pleased to discover that we shared a desire to be more adventurous in our sex life. We knew we had to get beyond the basic missionary position fuck. The problem was that neither of us had any good ideas about how to go about it.
A week or two later, Layton came home one evening and told me about an Internet site dedicated to erotic stories. He said every kinky idea anyone could come up with was described in delicious detail in story after story. We opened a bottle of wine and our laptops and began reading.
Needless to say, the sex that night was marvelous, but the real dividends came later as we dared each other to try some of the things we were reading about. First it was just different positions. Then it was oral sex—really, we hadn't even tried that. No wonder we were bored!
We discovered we both liked the voyeur/exhibitionist stories, but we weren't quite ready to run out and try it immediately. Instead we started out by showing ourselves off to each other. Just walking around naked wasn't the way it worked best. Instead we found that if I dressed provocatively and then gradually shed garments until I wasn't hiding much of anything, I got a real thrill from exposing myself, and Layton got a real thrill out of watching me show myself off. Other times I would dress very conservatively, but without bra and panties, and then I would come up with creative ways to have a wardrobe failure or gradually shed my conservative clothes to expose myself to Layton. It was so nasty, and boy, did it make Layton's dick hard.
We also tried a little roll playing in scenarios in which he was the peeping tom and I was the "victim" who knew she was being watched and took great delight in showing off in a most wicked way. We even tried it the other way, with me as the peeping tom, watching Layton masturbating. Sometimes our voyeur/exhibitionist scenarios would end in mutual masturbation. It was such a turn-on to watch Layton stroke his gorgeous rigid dick, while I sat with my legs spread and a couple of fingers in in my sloppy wet cunt. Usually this wound up with him squirting cum on my tits. Then he would get me off by eating my pussy while I rubbed his cum into my tits.
We also discovered sex toys. Of course, sex toys are generally for women, but we discovered it was really kinky for me to tease myself with a vibrator while Layton watched (and stroked the enormous hard on he got from watching)—so deliciously nasty! Umm. I get wet just thinking about it. We also purchased a remote control egg that we would use when we went out—the egg in my pussy and Layton at the controls. Honestly, there were some dinners that I have no idea what was served to me.
We never progressed as far as swinging, but we did develop a circle of friends who had similar tastes to our own. We would get together for parties that would frequently end with everyone fucking and sucking their respective spouse while others watched. We all referred to ourselves as the "therapy group." So, by the time this story commenced, you might say we were reasonably liberal in our outlook on sex.
Another thing we started doing was writing our own dirty stories. Well, actually Layton did the writing. He has the nastiest imagination. I just can't figure out how he comes up with some of the tales he writes. My role is to edit what he writes (he has no clue about commas and his spelling is at best marginal, even with a spell checker) and to get good and horny in the editing process. I'm sure I could get just as horny without adding his commas and correcting his spelling, but we occasionally post one to some web site or other under his pen name, Dread Pirate Robert, so they do need a bit of tidying up. He is quite prolific, so we have several binders of his stories.
Our next-door neighbors, Richard and Susie, were not part of the therapy group. Richard is a tall, skinny, dour-looking fellow, who never really said much to either of us. Susie can best be described as a very average-looking thirty-something housewife. Short brown hair and a bit plump, but not objectionably fat. She always dressed conservatively and as a result was the kind of person you weren't likely to notice on the street or in the market. Layton always said he thought her extra pounds just made her look curvy in all the right places. Layton follows the "look but don't touch" rule when it comes to other women. He looks a lot and then lets his pervy imagination run. The best part is that he is always willing to share the results with me when we are in bed. It is always a turn on for me to lie naked in bed with him with his hard dick pressed against my ass and his hands on my tits while he tells me about some young tart he saw during the day and the fantasy he had about fucking her while he was riding home on the train.
Susie and I got along, but were not particularly close friends, so I was a little surprised when Susie called in tears one afternoon saying she needed to talk to someone. She came over and, once I got her to stop crying, she explained that her husband had left her—packed up, moved out, and left the name of his divorce lawyer as a forwarding address.
"Wow. That sounds pretty final," I said.
"Yesss, I am afraid it is," Susie responded. The way she stuttered on her "yes" concerned me. I didn't want her to break down in tears again.
"Would you like a drink?"
"I don't usually start this early."
"You don't usually lose your husband," I responded.
"Good point. Could you make it a double?"
I made us a couple of strong highballs and returned to watch Susie put hers down in a single gulp.
"Another?" I asked.
"Absolutely."
I returned with another drink and this time she sipped it more slowly and seemed a good deal calmer.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why?" she responded, not understanding the question.
"Why did your husband leave?" I said, clarifying my question.
"Oh, well, I guess it was my fault."
"How?" I asked imaging some torrid affair. I really couldn't imagine Susie having a torrid affair, because she always seemed very reticent and dressed very conservatively. Maybe it was her husband who was cheating and she caught him. "Was he cheating?" I asked.
Susie wiped the tears from her eyes as she laughed at my question. "Richard cheat? Not a chance. For the last two years I haven't been able to even get him to have sex with me."
How dreadful, I thought. But instead of blurting that out, I reverted to my open-ended question: "Do you know why?"
"Beats me, but after what happened last week, I think he just doesn't like sex."
"What happened?"
She paused for a moment, obviously thinking about how she wanted to respond.
"Well, as you can imagine after two years without sex, I was getting pretty hard up."
"God, I would have been climbing the walls," I said. "Did you try to talk to him about it?"
"Yes, but he would always brush off the conversation and change the subject."
"So what happened last week?"
"I was desperate, so I went out and bought some really sexy lingerie. It was nice, but you could see right through it. I hoped that would get him to take some interest in me."
