Her mouth was as open as her legs and was almost as full of her husband's tongue as her pussy was with his cock. They were on their marital bed fucking. Her long, blonde hair was streaming out over the pillow as he thrust himself up and down and in and out occasionally holding himself rigid as he reached the peak of his surge. He lifted his body slightly so he could get at his wife's full tits. He squeezed and pressed them before pinching her erect nipple quite hard and pulling it in the way that their twenty six years relationship had taught him that she liked. It made her grunt, but did little more.
Recently that had happened more frequently.
His other hand slid down between her body and the bed to find her rotund and slightly, but not unsightly, oversized bum. He rubbed and squeezed the fullness of the flesh and fiddled his fingers inside the crease between the two cheeks. He pressed right on her bumhole knowing that was something she liked for he had been there often enough, but it had no real effect on his wife that night, other than it hurt a little.
"Oh fuck darling" he groaned into her ear. "I'm near."
"Ok" she replied opening her legs even more. She lifted them, wrapped them round his waist and crossed her ankles on his back in an effort to increase the sensation. But nothing happened.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he growled. "Cum with me baby, come on."
"Oh yes, yes, yes' she moaned digging her nails into his back and bum as for the fifth or sixth time recently she feigned her orgasm.
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He was lying on his side facing away from his wife. She was naked he was wearing his underpants. Her entire body was being ravaged by the frustration that not having sex for nearly a month did to her. She felt hot everywhere, she was tingling all over and she had a severe itch in her cunt. Her small B cup breasts felt so full and heavy and her unusually long nipples were as hard as rocks. She touched one and nearly made herself gasp with pleasure. She gripped her tit and squeezed it hard; it felt wonderful. She just had to be fucked. Moving closer to her husband the dark auburn haired woman put her arm round him. She pressed her body against his back and buttocks reached round him and fumbled for his cock; it was disappointingly soft.
"Rob" she whispered rubbing him. "Make love to me darling, please fuck me."
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They had known each other for several years. They weren't especially close and neither would consider the other as their best friend, but they got on well. They met a few times a year with their husbands for dinner or Sunday lunch, but as the two women were members of the same tennis club and lived near each other they were alone together occasionally. Both in their early forties they each had two teenage children. Comfortably off financially with as happy marriages as most are when they are approaching their silver anniversaries they had what many would consider to be good lives and successful marriages. They knew that. They were, in the main content with their lots, but both felt that something was missing.
The blonde woman had recently returned to work in an ad agency in Covent Garden and the auburn haired woman continued to run her cooking shop and home catering business that she had started some ten years ago. Each of them felt frustrated that their careers had, at best, stalled due to the sacrifices forced upon them by motherhood.
"Why the fuck does it have to be the wives whose careers stop" the darker haired woman had said one afternoon as they chatted over a bottle of white wine. "I'm sure I would have had a string of shops by now and we could have been living in Hampstead instead of bloody Muswell Hill if Rob had looked after the kids instead of working for Shell."
The blonde had agreed for she had been an outstanding copywriter and had been told that she would have soared up the ad industry organisational level, but for having to take two career breaks as the children grew up and her husband's job took them to Manchester for four years.
"This sounds awful" the shoulder-length, blonde haired said after taking a sip of wine. "Of course I love the kids to bits, but I sometimes wish I had never got married."
The other woman agreed.
Sitting in the kitchen of the darker-haired woman's four bedroomed, nineteen eighties built slum of the future house, they were silent for a while as they both contemplated the 'what ifs' involved if they had not married when they had.
They had been to the tennis club's ladies morning and the blonde had given her friend a lift home for her car was being serviced.
"Come in and have a drink" she'd suggested as they pulled up outside her house.
The blonde was about to refuse for she had a stack of housework and ironing, but something pushed her to accept and she did enjoy the other woman's company. Mentally saying 'stuff the housework' she accepted the invitation.
They were sitting opposite each other across a scrubbed pine table.
"As I get older and see those two scary numbers, five and nought looming I often wonder where my life has gone and where it's going now" the woman with short, slightly spiky auburn coloured hair said.
"I couldn't agree more, I sometimes wish I could just run away and start again, but then of course there's the kids so It's impossible" the blonde replied as she sipped her wine.
"I am beginning to think marriage is over-rated."
"I'm convinced of that."
"Just as men are."
"What over-rated?"
"In many ways yes."
"As partners perhaps?"
"Precisely, and as lovers too after a while."
They both laughed.
"And certainly committing yourself to just one is."
"Absolutely."
"I often think" the blonde said wondering just where the conversation was going but enjoying the chat with her friend. Smiling she went on. "That it would be nice to be able to go with other men."
"What have sex with them?"
"Not necessarily, just be with them, have them as friends. It would be good to perhaps just go on dates, talk, maybe flirt and if that leads to sex so be it."
"We have some Danish friends and they are like that. It works for them."
"Do they have an open marriage?"
"Yes sort of, for they both see other people."
"Mmmmm sounds interesting. It's not the sex that appeals to me."
"No, really?" The auburn haired woman said smiling.
"Well not by itself" the blonde smiled back.
"Don't you ever feel that you would like to try someone different, check out if the grass is greener?"
"Well yes of course, now and then" the blonde lied for it was a topic that was continually on her mind.
"Whilst I love Rob, the idea that I will never kiss, be held or have sex with anyone else is frightening."
"Well you could have an affair."
"True, but that would be awful, the lying and the excuses, the feelings of guilt and remorse."
The blonde smiled. "You seem to know a lot about it, have you?"
Averting her eyes the slim woman in the grey track suit smiled before saying quietly. "Well let's say I have dallied."
"Well that's a new way to me of describing it."
They both laughed. "So have you?"
"What dallied" the full breasted blonde who had removed her tracky top asked?
"Yes.
"Well I have had my moments."
"Would you again?"
