The water was hot as it ran off the dirty plate, making a splashing sound as it landed in the sink's basin. Colette and Steve had just finished dinner and it was clean-up time. With a brand new guitar the topic of dinner, Colette honestly was looking forward to learning how to play. She was thinking about this as she washed the dishes, but she was also thinking about a lot more.
Colette had just made it home about 10 minutes before Steve got there. It gave her just enough time to freshen up since her clothes were wrinkled and she was still smelling Stephanie all over her face. She had quickly washed up and changed into some comfy sweats and a T-shirt when Steve walked in the front door with their two kids in tow.
It was a close call and she knew it, but she couldn't think about that now. Their modest home was now filled with the family they had become. Being happily married, in her forties and a mother of two, she had thought she was content. And she did love her husband, Steve, together with their two amazing children whom she loved even more. But having met in college over 20 years ago, they've been through a lot together.
For so many years, their sex life was quite good. As young lovers, sex was of course quite frequent - perhaps daily. But as they got older, Colette noticed that sex for Steve had become stale. It was less frequent, less passionate. Sure, life gets crazy at times, especially with two children. But Colette was so frequently left wanting more.
Steve would always be so tired at the end of the day. Or it was Colette that was too tired. Either way, they just couldn't find a time where they both were conveniently ready. On the days Steve was so tired, he would go to bed early and Colette would stay up watching TV. And when she knew he was asleep, she would put on porn and masturbate herself to satisfaction. When the evenings couldn't work, after Steve left for work she would often lay in bed for a bit longer and masturbate before getting ready for work.
Colette was still quite attracted to Steve, both physically and emotionally. It was just that she wanted more passion, more excitement. And that night, after the kids were down and Steve went to bed early, she didn't turn to porn. She stayed on the couch thinking. She wanted to dedicate the quiet time not to porn and masturbation but to deciding what her options are. She decided that she needed to find help. And that help was going to come from her friend Rianne.
Rianne was a bit of an enigma. She was beautiful, intelligent, and successful in her own right. Men flocked to her like moths to a flame. She seemed to have all the answers when it came to relationships and sex. Colette hoped that perhaps Rianne could help her spice things up with Steve.
So that night, she gave her a call. Thankfully she picked up right away. And as they talked, Colette proceeded to describe her lackluster sex life with Steve. She shared how he was always so tired and how they just couldn't find the time to be intimate. She confessed about her late-night masturbation sessions and how it had become a routine for her. What she didn't share was the outlets that she had experienced - thinking about Michelle, Vicky, Stephanie... Not yet she told herself. Too scandalous she thought. Too risky for others to know about these sinful indiscretions.
As she shared, Rianne listened intently, occasionally offering positive responses to confirm her understanding as a close friend would. When Colette finished, she said, "It sounds like you two really need to connect again, both emotionally and physically. You need to find that spark that you had when you first met."
Colette agreed and Rianne continued. "Would you like to come over for coffee sometime?" she asked. "We can talk more about this, and maybe I can share some of my experiences with you. You never know, it might help."
Colette's eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time with Rianne since it's been so long. She also truly felt that she could help her and Steve. "Oh I would really like that," she answered. They continued to confirm the date. They decided on a workday. With the kids still at school and Steve at work, it would allow a good chunk of time together.
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The day of their coffee date arrived, and Colette felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As she walked up to Rianne's house, she took a deep breath and reminded herself why she had come here in the first place. She knocked on the door, and Rianne opened it with a warm smile.
"Colette, it's so good to see you!" Rianne exclaimed, inviting her in. The house was beautifully decorated, with a cozy living room and a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. "Please, have a seat. I'll be right back with that coffee."
Colette took a seat on the couch and took in her surroundings. Rianne's house was a testament to her success and beauty. It was clear that she had everything under control, both personally and professionally. She wondered how she managed it all while still keeping her sex life so interesting and passionate.
Rianne soon returned with a tray holding two mugs and a French press of coffee ready to pour. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table.
With cups poured, they sipped their coffees savoring the flavor. Soon, Rianne began to share some of her experiences with Colette. She talked about her own struggles in finding balance between work, family, and a fulfilling sex life. "It's not easy," she admitted, "but I've learned a few tricks along the way." She went on to tell Colette about the importance of communication, trust, and setting aside time for each other.
"You see, Colette, I think the problem with your relationship is that you and Steve have gotten into this rut. You're both so busy with your own lives that you've forgotten how to connect on an intimate level. You need to find ways to rekindle that spark." Rianne paused, considering her words carefully. "I know it sounds cheesy, but sometimes all it takes is a little creativity."
Colette nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Like what?" she asked eagerly.
Rianne leaned in, her expression softening. "Well, I think you should consider trying new things together. Experiment with different types of sex. Perhaps something kinky and unexpected."
Colette's eyes widened in surprise, but she found herself intrigued. "Like what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rianne smiled reassuringly. "Well, anal play, for example. It can be very intimate and pleasurable for both partners. With Steve's consent, you could try using a toy or even just your fingers to explore him in an entirely new way. The nerve endings in that area are incredibly sensitive, and it can lead to some intense orgasms. And then of course he can reciprocate with you."
Colette's cheeks flushed. She knew exactly how sensitive that area of the body was. She had felt it first-hand from three different women already, and she'd given the same pleasure to those very same women. Fingers, tongues, cucumber... she can indeed speak from experience how amazing anal play can be.
She glanced over at Rianne, who seemed to read her mind, realizing just from Colette's flushed face and knowing eyes that she was already quite familiar with what she was suggesting. She continued anyway, now confident that what she will share may only help her own cause.
Rianne was, to all those around her, a very vanilla wife and mother of two living a happy, privileged life in the suburbs like oh so many other women in her similar situation. But known only to the very select few women she's chosen, she's also an insatiable bi-sexual who can't get enough of the very secret, and so intense experiences with other women. And ever since that call from Colette, she had become determined to bond in a very special way with her.
