Illicit Desires become too Strong
As I climaxed and spent my seed inside Camille, I imagined that I was sending my love directly from my heart. I know how that sounds sickly romantic, but after eight years of marriage our lovemaking had recently become very passionate and emotional. I am a little ashamed to say it had not always been like this. Let me go back two months to explain how things changed.
I confess that the stress of life had for a while distracted me from giving my wife my full attention. In hindsight, I realize there were reasons. It is easy to take things for granted when you have two lovely children and demanding jobs. With both the children now in school, some of the pressure had been relieved.
I recall the change was gradual, however it became noticeable when Camille informed me that her mother was taking the children for a sleep over on the weekend. As it had been ages since we had time for just ourselves, I thought I would do something special.
On the Saturday night I took Camille out for dinner. We enjoyed some slow dancing and stayed out quite late. That night our love making was tender and unrushed as we knew there would be no early morning demands. While this was a delightful change, it was the next day that was really significant.
After a long sleep-in and brunch of pancakes and fruit, we settled down in the living room to just watch television. Each channel was dominated by sport. This wasn't catching our attention, so almost flippantly I suggested: "How would you like to watch some porn?"
To my amazement, Camille replied with a cheeky pretense of shock: "James... really? That would be very naughty!" After being amused by my embarrassment, she relieved the situation by adding: "Maybe that is what I need to wake me out of my Sunday sluggishness. Have you anything in mind?"
We had watched porn when we first married, but I was now a little rusty on what was available. I grabbed my laptop and after a quick search found there was a wide array of fetishes. I clicked on a video that I thought was suitably vanilla and started casting to the large screen.
The first video was a simple seduction leading to sex. It was a little tame; however with Camille snuggling against me, I could feel it was making her affectionate and warm. Not only did I enjoy the cuddling, I took the opportunity to caress Camille's perfect breasts and carefully tease her erect nipples.
I recalled that when we first dated, her bikini top always looked filled as she was a large B cup. One of the benefits of motherhood was she was now definitely a firm C cup.
The end of the video prompted Camille: "If we are going to have sexual fantasies find something more edgy."
"It is hard to know what the videos are about just from their title. I don't expect there will be any real story."
Her previous comment had surprised me a little, but it always excited me when she acted naughty.
The next video was longer and followed the experience of a couple that had decided to go to a swingers' party at a luxurious ranch. Camille listened intently as they described their motivations to make this leap. They then met other couples about a pool where there were introductions.
"Some of the guys are nice and buff; the one in the blue shirt in particular," she declared and then asked: "Which of the girls do you find attractive?"
I was happy to respond as I had always liked a particular type of woman; of course similar to my wife. "The blonde and the redhead are slim with nicely shaped boobs."
The focus couple of the video then joined in some pool games, allowing us to see more flesh and introducing more intimate play and talk.
After further interviews they all met in a large playroom which was furnished with brightly colored mattresses and low soft couches. When they were all naked and playing I could feel Camille's pulse rise. I placed my hand inside her floppy track pants and before my fingers reached inside her panties, I could detect her heat and moisture. She reciprocated by holding my swollen penis.
There were couples having oral sex and copulating in every sexual position. When two women were shown together, I could feel Camille subtly grinding her pussy against my hand. This was the first time she had ever shown any interest in a lesbian relationship. I realized this might be just my imagination; however I noted it for later exploration.
I have no idea how the video finished as we were soon stripping each other's clothes off and making out on the sofa. After some brief kissing, Camille indicated that further foreplay would not be required. I was soon pounding myself inside her saturated vagina. I would normally be embarrassed to say how quickly I climaxed; however Camille's shuddering peak occurred at the same time.
We quickly grabbed our clothes and made our way to our bedroom. My erection had barely subsided so Camille insisted I lie on my back so she could mount me. Looking deeply into my eyes, she positioned my penis at the entrance to her vagina and stopped before asking: "Did you enjoy watching that couple play with others?"
I knew her piercing eyes were gauging my true thoughts, so I reasoned there was no point in lying. "It made me really horny thinking about it?" Her reaction was to lower herself to engulf my manhood as if it was a reward for answering.
"Have you had fantasies of sleeping with other women?" she enquired as she rode up.
Cautiously I answered: "Of course! Sometime it is impossible not to think about it." I was relieved that she continued to smile adoring at me as she dropped down forcefully. Being more confident I decided that honesty had to be mutual. "Have you ever dreamt of sleeping with another man?"
"Oh!" she stopped with the tip of my cock just inside her. It was clear Camille had not expected that she would also have to share her intimate secrets. "Well... I think like you. It is natural to have those thoughts." She now continued her riding.
Her answer was no surprise, but I remembered the lesbian scene. I paid close attention as I asked: "Have you ever dreamt of playing with another woman?"
Camille was already flushed from our sex, but I am sure that it was not just my imagination as she became redder in the face. She continued riding, perhaps to distract me or perhaps to give her time to consider her answer. Eventually she prevaricated by saying: "Maybe."
I was use to "Maybe's" meaning "Yes", but allowing her the chance to deny it later. I wasn't prepared for her later equivocation, so I pressed the point: "If I said you could have sex with another woman, and the opportunity presented itself, would you do it?"
