I know I'm a lucky man. I freely admit it to friends and strangers alike. Some claim I must have been born under a rainbow or something and I can't argue with it. Just seeing my wife and I together is bound to make people wonder. Marrying Shannon I was playing way out of my league. What started as an accidental blind date kept chugging along and before we knew it we were in love. Beauty and the Average Joe.
Shannon is a real dynamo, a vice president at the company where I work as an engineer. She always has energy for the job, for sports, and for us. She's bombshell shapely too: 5'9", curves that don't overwhelm her sporty-fit hourglass body including D-cup breasts. As she says, if she straps "her babies" down, she can play shortstop, point guard, almost anything.
Keeping up with Shannon has been a challenge. It got me to trim those extra twenty pounds since college and get back into swimming and basketball. I've never felt better but I just don't have her metabolism or stamina. She's still running after I'm ready to sack out in front of NetFlix for the evening.
The place it bothers us the most is with sex. She's always done her best to keep me inspired for the bedroom. When I just didn't seem to have the energy, she'd slip into something sexy or downright slutty and I would rise to the occasion. Still, in the bedroom I feel like I'm running the 400 meter and she's there for a marathon. If she had her way, we'd fuck for a couple hours every night and again in the morning. Long bouts of sex with lots of hard pounding is what it takes to really make her cum.
Well, I have to admit that I just don't cut it anymore. When we were first married, I was up to the challenge. We'd have late night sex until she came with a scream and then sucked me off if I hadn't cum yet. But we've been married ten years now and I'll admit, I rarely can get her there. Sure, we tried vibrators and dildos but they don't work. She just can't cum without hard cock.
She deserves better. That's where my plan comes in. I'm going to need a little help.
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Three of my best friends and I usually play poker at one of their apartments on Thursday nights. My wife, Shannon, either enjoys the house to herself or goes out for a girls night. I knew she'd be staying at home this Thursday so I put my plan into motion.
I called up the guys and told them we'd meet at my place instead and a little early. "Try to clean up, we'll be hitting a strip club." This was new for the group but my friends loved the idea. It also made sure they were looking their best.
I was a nervous wreck in the days leading up to Thursday but I prepared without Shannon getting suspicious. Seven o'clock came and my friends started arriving. I ushered them quietly down to the man cave, gave them a drink, a very special DVD, and had them wait. When everyone had gotten there, I explained the real change in plans.
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"You're not going to Jerry's tonight?" asked Shannon when I walked into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw how nice I was dressed.
"No, I wanted to go out with you to Takamura's. It's been awhile." We'd gone to the neighborhood sushi restaurant more often when we were first married and bought the house. We knew the owner, Yoshi, a bit and could always get a table with some romantic privacy.
"Takamura's? We going there for the sushi or because you know I can't resist their sake?" It was my turn to smile mischievously.
Shannon changed quickly. She selected a black dress that hugged her curves wonderfully and provided lovely viewing of her cleavage. A pair of silver 3" heels and she was almost my height. I gave her a warm kiss and a squeeze.