A Very Provocative Marriage

She loved Michael and she loved knowing she could still excite him. They had been together over 25 years and they were both still determined and committed to keep their relationship as passionate, exciting, and especially as adventurous as they possibly could and for as long as they could.

They both were aware that this would involve introducing different types of 'variety and experimenting' into their love life to keep it exciting, and both were prepared to do that. The only question that remained was, how much variety and how much experimenting?

They both had been pretty much brought up in conservative Catholic homes so in order to enjoy much of what they knew could be the most exciting sexual fantasies between them, it would require overcoming some deeply laden puritanical beliefs pounded into them from childhood.

Still, they were both fully comfortable with each other, secure with each other, trusted each other, and they were both at a time in their lives when they no longer cared about outdated things like societies definition of what "acceptable" sex is between a husband and wife. They also didn't have the hang ups of an unsure, younger, naive, and jealous couple that so badly needed to 'feel' that the other loved them and only them. This had nothing to do with love, they were both more than secure in that aspect of their relationship. This was only about excitement and keeping the lust in their lives for each other.

Still, they weren't sure exactly how far each could go when engaging in their fantasies, but, actually it was just that issue in itself that would later prove to be a huge part of the overall excitement added to their relationship. How far 'could' they go before the other might cry uncle? It was an interesting question. Was there even a limit? It was such an exciting thought as well as an exciting 'envelope' to push.

Secretly, and oftentimes, she would wonder if he really would get excited if he knew that sometimes she really did imagine the thought of enjoying another man's hard cock. Even just the thought that she could still make a different one hard and lusting for her was thrilling to contemplate. He, on the other hand, would wonder if she would get excited if she knew that he really does get excited at the idea of imagining her enjoying herself with another man's cock.

Could he really accept it and would he get as excited as he did in their fantasies? She wasn't one to open up casually about their fantasies when they weren't actually having sex. He would secretly wonder if that was because she was shy about the subject when they weren't having sex, or if it was because she felt naughty or guilty because secretly she would sometimes find herself aroused thinking about the idea. He hoped, and he thought that it was the later.

There was no doubt that in the beginning it was Michael that would tend to push the subject and like a good wife she would tend to just allow herself be 'coerced' into being and thinking like a naughty girl,...a hot wife. It was easier that way as she could rationalize to herself internally that she was sort of just going along with her husbands kinky desires.

They were almost "too" comfortable in their relationship after all these years and maybe that was why the idea of her actually doing something with another man would have a tendency to drive him wild with lust. Honestly, it could be as innocent as her flirting and then telling him about it that could get his blood boiling. It wasn't 'cheating' that was a turn on, neither liked any idea of that, it was actually realizing that she was still a sexual creature that could actually get excited by another man, or another woman for that matter.

It was knowing that they weren't just making love because they were married and they loved each other, it just might be because sometimes she may have just 'needed' to be fucked. If she wasn't just 'accommodating' her husband but actually needed to be fucked herself, then another question could be if this need actually could be satisfied by another man? The idea that it was actually possible was intoxicating to Michael to even think about. The thought that his conservative wife might actually moan with ecstasy when another man would push his hard cock into her was sometimes overwhelming to him. The thought that she might push back against a different lover or wrap her legs around him as he would thrust into her was a most erotic image to him.

They would sometimes play the game where he would ask her naughty questions with the hypothetical "If we weren't married, would you?" Sometimes she'd play, but unfortunately usually she'd just smile at him and just change the subject.

Still, he loved how sometimes she would hint at the idea and try to tease just a little by saying things like she was home late because "She may have stopped off somewhere before coming home," or admitting that, "yes, the idea of experiencing a bigger or a different hard cock might be exciting." Still, at least in the beginning, when she would say exciting things like that to him she had a way of saying it like she was just trying to accommodate his fantasies. It was still difficult for her to suggest anything like that in any type of serious tone. At the time she didn't even realize that had she just come out and said, "Yes, of course I imagine being taken by another man sometimes," it would have fueled a passionate evening of sex that she, just possibly, would have the most benefit from.

Still they both knew one thing, they loved sex and loved having it, and, the idea of her being asked, coerced, made to, or even just the two of them sharing the thought of her being taken by another was a turn on in itself.

For some reason he never understood she'd rarely ask him what he'd like to imagine, or to see. She didn't do that enough which sometimes would make him feel a little down, wondering if she really even wanted to know. He started out slowly by not waiting to be asked, but to tell her the things that excited him and what he imagined.

This way he felt she was safe in that it wasn't like she was initiating anything, but soon he found that just by talking to her about some sexy thoughts he would get turned on. At least she was listening and smiling as he would talk. Still, that excitement would increase 10 fold if she would just "encourage" him to talk about it. If she showed real interest and curiosity of what his sexy thoughts were.

After awhile it seemed to work because he would notice that her hearing him so vividly describe his fantasies of her with another started making her feel excited too. By watching him get excited just by telling her about his images, it started turning her on. Probably more importantly, it seemed to give her an inner comfortableness in talking about and even 'exploring' this exciting topic together. It was so excitingly taboo. A loving husband actually open to his wife enjoying another's hard cock and the wife actually wanting it and then coming back to her overly excited and waiting husband? How deliciously naughty that thought was.

By now she knew the things to wear that turned him on as that was easy. In a lot of ways it was the usual things that turn a man on, garters, nylons, shelf bras, ankle bracelets, high heels, etc. She used to wear these things often for them but lately it seemed it was more like on special occasions.

Still, in many ways it was the other things that kept their love and sex life exciting after all these years. Fantasizing about bringing a third person into their sexual relationship, the idea of Michael watching and of her being watched. It could be as simple as him knowing she was out somewhere and not wearing a bra. Even the idea of him having to wait for her at home while she was out and sending him sexy texts was wonderful and exciting.

She was quickly warming up to the idea of not just accommodating this exciting fantasy between them, but maybe even taking a little charge of the fantasy. After all, she was quite sure that many wives would truly love a relationship like this with their husband. She reminded herself that when she used to date she never did like jealous and possessive men that thought they owned her.

What really started her motivation was an incident that happened at work. She was dressed to the nine's this particular day. There was to be a corporate meeting later in the day and for some reason, she let herself be drawn to wear things a little sexier than normal. Unknown to even Michael yet, she had for some reason recently purchased a very sexy and unusually expensive thong panty and shelf bra set and she had decided to wear them underneath that particular day. The thong panty fit her in such a way that she could actually feel it on her during the day and it made her feel sexy. Still, it was the bra that she really liked, when she tried it on at Victoria's Secret it just felt and looked sexy on her. Sure it did it's job of holding her up and outwards so nicely, but even more, it seemed to also make her look so much fuller and wider.

After showering in the morning and taking more time than usual putting on her makeup she slipped the set on, adjusted it, and quickly decided, as she would turn this way and that as she looked in the mirror, that it even looked better now than when she bought them in the store. She had just the blouse for her top too, an aqua colored one that allowed the bra to do it's job nicely. Then, she slipped on some new white snug fitting slacks that hugged her rounded sexy ass just perfectly. She then stepped into a pair of 4 inch open toed shoes which allowed her newly painted nails to show so nicely.

Finally, somewhat as a naughty afterthought, she then placed one foot on the edge of the tub and grabbed her gold ankle bracelet with the little white pearl balls on it that Michael had bought years earlier for her. He had gotten it for her when they both started talking about her being a hot wife. She circled it around her ankle and then hooked it into place. There, she thought to herself as she stood back up, she was now ready and she felt pretty damn good too.

She came out and kissed Michael good by and casually mentioned that because of the meeting today she wasn't sure how late she'd be home. Then she turned and walked away. He continued to look at her and gave a faint, "You look good today babe." She gave a quick little "Why thank you" and unbeknownst to him a warm devilish smile came over her face. Michael was left only with the sexy clicking of her heels as she walked out the door and left for work.

As she rode to work she already felt naughty asking herself, "Why had she bought that bra and panty set? Why hadn't she even shown it to Michael yet? Finally, since she wore the ankle bracelet Michael found so sexy and arousing, why hadn't she at least let him know since she knew he would love knowing and it would excite him throughout the entire day? She knew there was only one explanation, she was being deliciously naughty. She made a mental note to at least let Michael know via a text later that she was wearing the anklet, after all it was the least she could do after leaving him probably wondering why she looked so good today.

Deep down she knew what she was doing because she had decided that before her and Michael went any further with their fantasies she was going to try a little experiment on her own. There was this one guy over in the next department where she worked who she was quite sure had an eye for her and he would be at the meeting today as well. She rarely paid attention to him and surely never ever gave him any reason to be interested in her. Little did he know that today he would be her focus.

She had decided that she was going to 'allow' herself to look really good today, well, maybe a little sexy would be a better word, just to see what might happen. She had never been this daring before but it now really seemed that Michael really would like to take this to a higher level so she needed to see if she could actually allow herself to do something a bit risque.

The day was the usual mundane issues and the putting out of fires and when the meeting came she found herself actually sitting next to him. His name was Brandon and there was just something about his looks and his personality she found attractive. Up to this time she had never given him a serious thought, but Michael's encouraging her and his excitement at the thought of her flirting with someone inspired her. She thought she'd just 'see' what might happen.

Brandon seemed quite glad to see her and they would sometimes whisper silly things throughout the meeting. When the meeting was finally over the company had sort of a 'meet and greet social' upstairs for the new company of which they were both a part of. They both walked upstairs together and at one point he touched her arm as if to help her when they went through the doors. It was a friendly gesture yet one that did seem to send shivers down her spine. She felt a little guilty feeling this way already and excused herself to use the restroom saying she'd meet him back by the bar.

Just outside the restroom, and out of site, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Michael at home. "Hi, meetings still going on for awhile. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you this morning,...I'm wearing the anklet." Then she signed off with a simple, "See you a little later."

There, she thought to herself, he'll love that. It was interesting that now she didn't feel as guilty because now she felt that he'd be finding excitement as well from her text. She knew these text's turned him on and that's why she wanted to send it. It was almost as if she experienced excitement and he didn't, it really was sort of cheating, but now he'd be excited as well so it was ok. Knowing her husband, she also knew that the text would keep him excited for awhile until she got home. Silently she even pictured him hard and actually maybe even stroking himself. Funny, but she felt much more comfortable to explore with Brandon now that she was imagining Michael was at home and excited maybe doing that with himself.

She quickly went in the restroom, checked herself out making sure she still looked good and then went back to the bar to meet Brandon. It was almost a wonderfully wicked feeling, like she was on a secret date. She would never have let herself be this dangerously close to something happening if she didn't now feel that Michael would approve and really wanted her to let herself go a little.

The rest of the evening they were together talking business but both knew deep down that they were also flirting with each other. Her mind wandered at times to the feeling of her thong panties and her new bra. As Brandon would be speaking to her she wondered what he might think if he actually knew what she was wearing just underneath her clothes. What seemed even more exciting was that, honestly, she realized that deep down she had bought and worn these things, ...for Brandon.

As that sexy thought came to her she found herself taking a deep breath as her breasts pushed up and outwards. She noticed that his eyes went to her chest as she did and quickly rationalized that with just that glimpse from him, he had surely validated the expense of the bra and panty set.

Brandon had already told her a few suggestive things that made her blush but rather than quickly changing the subject, which was her usual conservative line of defense in situations like this, she finally relaxed and let herself enjoy and actually accept his occasional flirtatious comments by instead saying things like "Why thank you," and "That's very sweet of you to say."

When the social was over and everyone was clearing out Brandon walked her to the parking lot as they said their goodbyes. There was a slightly awkward moment when both felt a goodnight kiss might be acceptable but she refrained. She reminded herself that this was merely an experiment at this point and not any type of actual rendezvous, so instead they merely shook hands.

When she got into the car and was leaving she realized her heart was pounding in her chest. My God she thought to herself, she was actually turned on, ...she was even a little wet and could feel her nipples hardened in her flimsy bra,...she was excited and damn, it felt good.

Most importantly to her she didn't feel at all guilty, in fact, she actually found herself racing home to tell Michael, at least a little, of what happened tonight. She reminded herself that this wouldn't have happened unless she really, really, felt Michael wanted her to do things like this and she finally now felt that he truly did. She knew she probably could never go as far as Michael might fantasize, but hell, something as simple as this she could certainly handle.

She may have originally felt that she was doing a lot of this for her husband, maybe even especially for him, but it was mostly to enhance their own wonderful and loving sex life together. Their sex life together was important to her and if little things like this excite them both to make better love together, then she was now all for it.

This was daring and exciting but she also decided that it was really a whole lot more fun than just talking about it at home.

As she was driving home another devilish smile came to her face as she thought to herself that Michael would be so hot and so excited for her by now.

She had never thought that making your husband jealous was actually a good thing, yet, she was now quite aware that when he was a little jealous, he really was a much, much better lover and would do anything for, or anything to her, that she wished.