I have partaken of Literotica's offerings for many years. It is beyond time for me to return the favour. I particularly like stories relating to wives discovering sexual confidence. If that is appealing to you then I hope you enjoy this, my first effort at producing a tale of a regular yummy mummy finding her inner freak. I enjoy a little character development building to the sex scene so please persevere.
A huge thanks to SueDanym for editing duties. It has been a wonderful collaboration having her female perspective. A lot of fun. I implore you to visit her own excellent works.
More soon to come.
Part One;
Chapter 1
Monique abruptly pulled away from her husband's thrusting hips, fell forward onto her tummy and flipped over.
"Stop! What is wrong with you?" she snapped.
Monique had quite enough of Gary's wandering touch. Something like this ruined the experience every time. Yet again, just as things had been going well and she was feeling... nice... he had done something disgusting. There was no way she would allow him to treat her in such a degrading way.
"What did I do this time," Gary lamented.
Internally, he regretted the whiny, frustrated tone of his voice. Monique's eyes narrowed and his erection vanished in seconds.
"You know exactly what I mean; don't play dumb with me! How many times do I have to tell you I don't want you touching me there!"
In reality, Gary had barely touched his delectable wife as he knelt behind her. While thrusting smoothly and rhythmically into her, he merely brushed the pad of his thumb across her slippery anus.
Doggie style was a rare treat, and he was making the most of it. Looking down upon the perfectly formed globes of flesh that were her buttocks, the shine of the lube slick that had spread up the cleft between them had proven to be irresistible. The wonderful sight of her cute little pucker was just too tempting.
How could he not give it a try? If only she knew the pleasure he could give to her sensitive star. He didn't want to defile her; his plan was to worship her! But, it wasn't meant to be.
"That's disgusting! What kind of woman do you think I am?" She scolded her husband with a look of loathing on her face.
"Arrgh...... a damn hot exciting woman that I can't resist touching," he retorted.
"Well, THAT is not a place for touching, not sexually! That's not what it's for!" As Monique's temper rose, so did the volume of her voice.
Monique knew some people engaged in anal activities, but she was mystified as to why someone would want to "play" with that particular body part. It was unclean and not meant for any type of penetration. She could only imagine how much it would hurt to have her anus violated by a finger, or a cock. It would NEVER happen.
"I only want to make you feel good. If you only understood how awesome sex can feel, it would be a lot more fun." Gary's frustration with his repressed wife was making him reckless.
"Excuse me?"
Monique's knees retracted up to her chest, arms wrapping around shins, in an effort to cover her naked body. Little did she realize that in doing so, her mons pouted invitingly from between her ankles.
Glaring at Gary, she proceeded to dress him down in a most unpleasant way.
"I like sex. It's really nice to be intimate with you," she huffed. "But, apparently this isn't 'fun' enough for you? I just allowed you to treat me like an animal! Dogs have sex in that position! That's why it's called 'Doggie style', right? Honestly, it's embarrassing enough without you pawing at places that are off limits!"
Gary sighed, "Mon, lighten up please. I don't expect you to do something you don't enjoy. But when we have sex, every couple of months, it's always the same routine. There's so much more to explore. I just figured if I found a different way to give you pleasure, you might want to do it more often." That sounded fair, he thought. Surely, there was no way it could backfire.
Unbelievably, Monique's eyes narrowed further as she gathered the blankets around her, shielding her lovely body from Gary's view. In her opinion, he didn't even deserve to gaze upon her naked form.
"Something
I'd
enjoy? Not likely. I've made that clear in the past. At least give me the courtesy of being honest. Anal is something
you'd
like. I'm the mother of your children, not some dirty girl who wants you to stick your dick in my ass!"
Damn! Gary moaned while kneeling alone and naked on the end of the bed. Two minutes ago his cock had been hard, proud and deliciously wet from her juices. Now, it was shriveled, sticky and cold while cowering between his thighs. He wished there were some spare blankets available so that he could cover himself in shame. It seemed unlikely Monique was in the mood to share.
This was definitely NOT how the evening had played out in his dreams and his ire began to rise. A split second decision was made to get some things off his chest.
"You? Dirty? HA! I wish! Look, I love you, more than you know. And, you're beyond beautiful... you're totally HOT! But, what good does that do me in the bedroom when we seldom have sex. And, on the rare occasion we do, it's completely vanilla! Since we're being totally honest, sex with you is so predictable that I could bet the house on what will happen when we finally do get together."
Monique was incredulous. Her jaw literally dropped. Then, tears began to well in her eyes.
"You Prick! If I'm so fucking boring why do you even bother?"
Gary had asked himself that question many times. But, he wisely kept that thought private.
"Honey, I consider myself lucky to have such an amazing wife and mother to my children. But, as lovers... truly, we are a non-event. I get off, but do you? Are you getting what YOU need and deserve from sex?
"I want you to be as excited to have sex with me as I am with you." He continued, "I'm in decent shape, and I have a respectable... package. So I want to spice it up a bit, big deal. Most couples enjoy giving each other pleasure.
"You would look so fucking sexy in lingerie. If you just let me give you oral, you might actually like it and climax for a change. Public displays of affection, fantasies and role play are healthy and fun. But, God forbid you do something as edgy as sucking my dick or letting my play with your ass...
"Every single time I try something different, in an effort to show you a really good time, you shut me down, instantly," Gary paused with baited breath, waiting for her reply.
Monique shrieked, "Again with the ass play? Ughh! Really? I have an OK time and I don't need to indulge in any freaky shit to get my jollies! I'm not a pervert, like you!"
Monique took a deep breath and sniffed derisively, "I'm your wife and I deserve respect." She stretched out under the blankets and turned her back to him. "Just leave me alone, I'm going to sleep".
Gary sighed again and moved to lay beside her. She immediately shrugged him away. "Turn off the hall light," she ordered.
He climbed out and grabbed his track pants. Pulling them on, he left the room and turned off the light, as ordered. Rather than try in vain to sleep next to his ice cold shouldered wife, he continued downstairs to the kid's bathroom.
He showered to remove the remnants of their failed love-making. Then, he proceeded to the lounge and watched TV in an attempt to distract himself. Alone and frustrated, he was unable to sleep.
After he indulged his baser side and masturbated to porn on his laptop, he was able to slip past his sexual frustration into a fitful slumber.
For her part Monique slept poorly, also. She loved Gary so much that it hurt to think she may not satisfy him. Pleasing him was important to her, even if he didn't see it. She did enjoy sex. Didn't she?
Well, sex was nice, but what was the big deal? Everyone made so much of it these days. Her husband was a very good-looking man and she definitely wanted him to touch her. She shamefully admitted to herself it was exciting when he pushed boundaries. But, some of those acts went beyond naughty and into nasty. It was important for her to be a proper wife and mother. She shouldn't want to do any of that kinky stuff. Should she?
What if he decided to look elsewhere for satisfaction? Her heart sank at the thought. Well, if that happened, fuck him. He could fuck off and she'd make him sorry.
Monique tossed in bed as desire turned to shame, hurt became fear, and love morphed to anger. She was conflicted and had no idea what to think, or how she might feel in the morning. Fuck him for making her feel this... uncertain.
Chapter 2
Two mornings later Monique joined her best friend Erin for their regular work out and coffee date. Mon and Erin met when their eldest children had attended kindergarten together and the young mums quickly struck up a firm friendship. Erin was single, having gone through a divorce several years ago.
Erin picked up on Monique's unhappiness in an instant. They trained together in almost complete silence for half the session before she abruptly interrupted Mon's brooding. Erin stepped off her treadmill and motioned for her friend to slow down.
"So, the kids seemed fine at the school drop this morning. And, your promotion was finalized last month. I'll go out on a limb and guess that Gary is the issue. Am I right?" Erin queried.
"Sorry? What was that?" Monique removed her earphones and further slowed the pace on her treadmill.
"Girl, you've hardly spoken a word since we got here and you've been pounding that treadmill with newfound passion. I know you're usually a very private person, but something is definitely UP. Only man trouble can induce a scowl like that. So, out with it!"
Monique grimaced at Erin. "It's not something for polite company, I'm afraid."
Erin chuckled, "Let me know when some arrives and I'll break out the cucumber sandwiches bee..atch."
Monique smiled for the first time in 36 hours. Erin was total class from a distance, but up close she was as down to earth as they came. The two women were very close, having seen each other at their best and worst over the years.
"Ohhh, that was just charming." Monique tried to make a joke of it, but the look on Erin's face brokered no compromise.
