My husband Phil and I met in High School over twenty years ago. God that sounds like a long time, but for the most part the years were good. We'd managed to raise two sons and a daughter who turned out pretty well. Phil had a bit of a pooch from a few too many beers but had kept his hair on top of his head where it was supposed to be and not have it wander off to other places on his body, and it was still as black as the day I'd meet him. I didn't think I fared to badly myself. I still had my red hair, just with a few grays stuck here and there and I still got complements on my hazel eyes. I'm a small C cup so even though I couldn't say I was 'perky', I certainly wasn't dragging the floor. Since I had all my children when I was young I was really blessed in that baby fat was never even a little issue with me and I could still turn heads at the beach whenever I wore a two piece.
Even with neither of us ready for the old folks home the last five or six years had really seen a dramatic shift in our sex lives. Sex had always been an important part of our relationship for me and in High School the motto I lived by was the song lyrics 'fuck me like an animal'. Phil and I got married the week we graduated just so we could finally stop having to sneak around anymore. We slowed down some when the babies came, or at least took our play to our room instead of all over the house, the backyard, and even at the local park at 3am, but we just seemed to slow down more and more over the years. One day I woke up and realized that I was masturbating in bed beside my husband after not making love for a month and he didn't seem to care.
I tried to talk to Phil about it, I even asked him point blank if he were having an affair which he denied. I knew there wasn't anything physically wrong with him since he surfed the internet every night looking at porn sites and I'd even caught him masturbating while doing it. I was at my wits end and getting to be an emotional wreck myself wondering if he wanted a divorce.
I didn't realize just how much of a wreck I was until I broke down in tears at my best friend Susan's house. I had dropped by for one of our regular morning cups of coffee and as we sat on the couch I ended up confessing everything to her.
"Have you ever been with another man?" Susan asked straight away.
"No," I told her, whipping my eyes with a napkin she had given me, "We've been together since High School and I thought we were both happy."
"Has he been with another woman?" Susan then asked.
I really had to think about her question for a moment. Had he? Was he even now having an affair that I didn't know about? I honestly didn't think he had and finally told her so.
She sat quietly for a little while and when she finally looked up there was a gleam in her eye I'd never seen before, "Do you think your motto is still 'fuck me like an animal'?"
I began to tear up again thinking she was teasing me about something I had told her in a moment of weakness, but Susan reached over and took my hands in hers.
"Teresa, listen to me," Susan began, "Eddy and I had a similar problem a few years back.
"We tried everything, from a marriage councilor, a second honeymoon, even going through with saying our vows again."
I was really amazed since I always thought of Susan and Eddy as having a really good marriage.
"And," I asked, "What did you do?"
"Well," Susan said, and I was amazed to see her face turning a bright red, "We went to a sex councilor."
My jaw must have hit the floor because Susan burst out laughing, "You don't have to look that surprised!
"She really did help us though," Susan said with complete sincerity, "Her name was Gale and she pointed out that my husband and I had never been with anyone else besides each other and that our tried and true missionary position wasn't the only position or even the only way to make love.
"It took a couple of sessions, but Gale helped us explore different ways for Eddy and I to please each other and then even having... other people sometimes join in with us.
"She really helped us discover an entire new world in our sex lives together and Eddy and I have never been happier."
I was in total shock. My best friend that I'd known since our children were in preschool together was telling me she and her husband liked having sex with other people, that they were swingers!
"I..." I began only to trail off.
I took a deep breath and tried to start over, "You mean you've been with other men?"
Susan nodded, "Lots of times since we first went to see Gale."
"Women?" I asked, my eyes never leaving Susan's.
Susan smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips. The move was so totally unexpected that I jerked back, but not before the feel of her soft lips pressing against mine caused my heart to race.
"How long has it been for you and Phil?" Susan asked, leaning back on the couch with a smile.
My heart was still racing and my breath caught in my throat as Susan placed her right leg up on the couch, her left foot still on the ground and slid her hand up the inside of her thigh until it came to rest over her crotch.
I really hadn't paid any attention to what Susan had on, but really saw her now in her sheer pale blue pajama bottoms and a matching button up top that was missing the top four buttons that let me see the swell of her breasts. I had a random thought of just how many times I had joked with her about those missing buttons and if she were trying to flash me and wondered if maybe she had been. Her sandy brown hair was loose and spilled over her shoulders and I couldn't help but admit that between the look in her blue eyes and her nipples so obviously poking at the thin cotton fabric of her top was causing my heart to beat even faster.
"I don't know..." I stammered.
"A week?" Susan asked.
"Two weeks?" Susan asked again when I didn't respond.
"Over a month," I whispered.
"Will you show me something?" Susan asked, her eyes never leaving mine.
"What?" I asked, my heart hammering against my chest.
"Will you show me what you do to yourself when you can't wait anymore?" Susan asked.
I really couldn't believe this was happening, and what really amazed me was the tight, tingling sensation racing through my crotch and just how wet I was.
I felt my thumbs hook into the waist band of the old, ratty sweats I was wearing without realizing that my hands had moved.
"One of the things Gale had Eddy and I do was to show each other what we liked," Susan said, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on the fabric of her pants between her thighs, "It was unbelievable hot to show Eddy how I liked to have my clit rubbed, my pussy lips pulled on, and have a finger slip inside of me and find my G spot, and the entire time that I showed Eddy I could watch Gale watch me and rub herself too.
"Do you want to show me, Teresa?"
I could feel my nipples pressing against the soft fabric of the zip up hoodie that made up my casual ensemble for our morning cups of coffee. As if with a mind of their own I felt my thumbs push my sweatpants down a few more inches until I felt them hook into the waistband of my panties. Susan's eyes were locked on my hands and as my heart beat almost painfully in my chest I pushed them both all the way down and onto the floor.
Susan leaned over and took my leg in her hand, guiding me around on the couch so that I was spread wide facing her, my completely shaved pussy on full display for her to see. She pulled me forward slightly so that my hips slipped closer to her along the cushions and I could more comfortably lean back, her hand caressing my thigh and foot.
"You look beautiful shaved, Teresa," Susan sighed as she kissed the instep of my foot which sent shivers running up and down my leg, "What do you do first when you're all by yourself?"
I was soaking wet now, so I knew I didn't have to get myself warmed up like I normally would, so I skipped a few steps, "I really love to slip my fingers along the outside and spread everything around."
"Show me," Susan whispered.
I put action to words and used my fingers to spread my moisture that was really dripping now around my lips and mound. I liked the feel of my juice covering my mound, so I coated my entire crotch in my natural lubrication so that my fingers cold slip easily over my skin. As I did Susan let her tongue slip between two of my toes even as her other hand slipped inside her pajama bottoms.
I kept rubbing the outside of my lips, my fingers coated with my lubrication as my breath came in sharp gasps, the feeling of Susan sucking on my toes sending me over the edge faster than I had cum in years and years. As soon as I felt the first contraction I shoved four fingers as far as I could inside of my pussy, crying out as the pressure of Susanne sucking on my toes redoubled.
I kept my fingers buried inside and pulled up hard against my G spot as my orgasm washed over me, my hips bucking and jerking while I cried out in pleasure. When I had finally finished I lay back and looked up at Susan, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
"It must have been awhile," Susan said with a smile as she first kissed my instep again and then leaned forward at the same time she took my hands to pull me up to a sitting position to kiss my lips. I didn't pull away this time and after a moment Susan leaned into the kiss, her hand cupping the back of my head as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. I reached out and pulled her forward in an embrace as we kept kissing, the sensation of a passionate kiss after so long sending more shivers through me. Still locked in our kiss I felt Susan's fingers unzip my hoodie before running her hands up my stomach to cup my exposed breasts. I pushed back far enough so that I could fumble at the three bottom buttons that held her own pajama top on before pushing it off her shoulders.
