This is my first story and is based loosely on actual events. All people are over 18.
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My name is Peter. I've been happily married to my second wife Ruth for nearly 10 years and we've been together for closer to 15. We are both in our forties and I consider myself to be in fairly good shape. Ruth works out at the gym 3 or 4 times a week and is in great shape. She is average height, slim with short brunette hair, great boobs and an ass to die for.
When we first got together the sex was amazing and we were at it at every opportunity. We both put in a lot of effort to keep each other happy. We did it over the kitchen counter, on the coffee table, the dining room table, over the back of the sofa, in the car, on the stairs... You get the picture.
Over the years things took a down turn... We still had sex regularly but it wasn't what it once was. Blowjobs which were a frequent occurrence for me became once a year on my birthday if I was lucky. I stopped asking because I was tired of being told 'not tonight dear'. Sex was down to once or twice a week and always in the bedroom.
Now don't get me wrong, a lot of people would be more than happy at that... but not me. I've always had a pretty high sex drive and want to try new things. Over the last couple of years I've tried to get things back on track. I bought toys for Ruth (and for me) but was always nervous about bringing them up. When I plucked up the courage to say I bought Ruth some new lingerie It was never really received with as much enthusiasm as I expected -- and that was the easy stuff. I bought a new vibrator for Ruth and a vibrating cock ring for myself. Both of which have only been used once together...
I'm a big fan of the vibrating cock ring and use it at some stage most weeks on my own. Ruth on the other hand said it didn't do anything for her. If it did something for me though she was happy for me to use it but not on her account. When I bought up the subject of the new vibrator again, she told me she uses it when I'm away, which I don't really believe. Its been in the bottom of my drawer for months and it doesn't look like it has moved in that time let alone vibrated...
Over a number of months my frustrations kept building. I would regularly sort myself out to save any arguments even though we still had sex once a week or so. I woke up most mornings with a hard on and would lie in bed playing with myself and fantasising about what could be.
Then a couple of months ago I had the most vivid dream...
Ruth and I were away for the weekend in a nice hotel and were having a few drinks in the hotel bar after dinner. Ruth has always been pretty sociable and we had been chatting for the last hour to the newly single Phil. He'd split up from his girlfriend of 5 years just a month ago and was in town on business. We all got on well and were having a great time when the bartender called time. By this stage Ruth wasn't really drunk but had a good buzz on from the gin and tonics she'd been drinking all night.
Not wanting the night to end she suggested going back to our room where we had a bottle of red wine still unopened. Phil and I were finishing off the last of our drinks so Ruth went on up to use the bathroom.
A few minutes later Phil and I got the lift up to the 5th floor. I opened the door to our room and my mouth dropped open when I saw Ruth standing there wearing the VERY see through black lace halter neck mini dress I had bought her a couple of months ago. It was only supposed to be worn in private and I didn't realise she even had brought it with her that weekend. It was easy to tell she wasn't wearing anything else underneath and the only other thing she had on was a pair of black high heels.
It seemed like minutes but could only have been seconds when I remembered that Phil was standing right behind me. I moved further into the room to let him close the door and when I turned round I could tell he was a bit shocked. Shocked and obviously pretty turned on by the look of the bulge in his trousers.
