** This story builds on the experiences of A: Awakening. It is a work of fiction and intended for audiences who enjoy this kind of kink. It's also a slow build and the really juicy stuff is in later parts. **
Part 1
"You'll drop the kids off at your mom's by four o'clock, then?" Lauren confirmed for the third time Thursday evening.
"Yep, they're looking forward to 'Camp Grandma.' It's going to be fine," I assured her. She was acting awfully twitchy. "How are you doing? Do you want to change the plan? We don't have to do this," I offered.
"No, I do want to. But I'm just... anxious. I mean, it was just a one-time thing and what if it doesn't, you know, work?"
"If what doesn't work?"
"You know, what if I don't respond the same way."
"You mean if you don't have an orgasm again." She was dancing around it and I thought we should be past this by now.
"Yes," she spoke quietly.
Lauren and I had been married for more than 15 years and sex was not a big part of our life together. She generally lacked any sexual interest and it had always been that way. We married fairly young, but even in her high school and college years she had had little to no experience. I was her first and only sexual partner.
I quickly became frustrated at this part of our marriage. She was a great partner in all other aspects of our life, but she simply lacked sexual desire. When we did fool around, she was very reserved and usually tensed up. For years I wondered what I could do differently. I thought of her as a puzzle to solve, as if the right mood, the right context, the right touch, the right sensations might open her up and let her enjoy it. Nothing worked.
We read books and tried all kinds of things from lingerie to toys to role-play and more, but still, she remained locked. It stressed her out, especially as she knew how much it frustrated me. Eventually, I grew to realize that the problem wasn't something as simple as technique or mood; I'd had several partners before I met Lauren and sex was never this difficult. Even in high school, fumbling around in a car with a girlfriend, I took it for granted that sex was enjoyable for both people.
I had always had a strong sexual appetite and a creative one, at that. Over the years, I developed a deep enjoyment of many different kinks, fantasies, and fetishes. Given the imbalance in our respective libidos, I was drawn to chastity and orgasm denial. I suppose it was a way to find pleasure in the natural state of our relationship. Lauren wasn't at all interested in this, despite my pleas to indulge me in it.
Over time, I became a fan of cuckolding and hotwife fantasies. At first, it was simply mental voyeurism, envisioning her with another partner. Then it became a teasing, playful thing as she reveled in sexuality. Eventually, I began to get off to the idea that I was responsible for Lauren's sexual limitations. It was a humiliating fantasy, thinking about my failures and her voracious cravings fulfilled by a more capable man. I found it very hot, reading erotica and seeking out porn of all sorts to feed my imagination. I had shared this desire with her many times, but once again found her unwilling to play around with it - in fantasy or otherwise.
So when Lauren shared her experience with a friend at an out-of-town work meeting, I was floored. Her sudden awakening to the pleasure of sex and her first orgasm at the hands of Cody became fodder for us in the bedroom. She was a bit more relaxed, even playful, and seemed to enjoy herself - even if she still didn't achieve orgasm with me.
Several months later, she was still amazed at how aroused I got by talking about it. Initially, she was ashamed and repeatedly apologized, but saw that I wasn't exactly upset. I struggled with jealousy and humiliation, but quickly recognized the eroticism and desire that they evoked. We talked about it at length and grew comfortable with the reality of what had happened.
I noticed our sex life was improving. She would tell parts of the story while giving me a slow handjob, and she even occasionally took me in her mouth. With my fingers on her, she would close her eyes and her body responded to my touch. When we made love, it felt more electric. The experience had changed her, and I thought it was for the better.
Part 2
The first time she told me her story, we discussed the possibility that she might see Cody again, even inviting him to visit. When I brought it up a few days later, however, she shut it down.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she said.
"Why not? You said you enjoyed yourself and were interested in..."
She cut me off. "No. I don't think I'm okay with it."
A week later, I suggested it again. "You know, we could send the kids to my mom's for the weekend if you wanted to have a house guest stay over."
"I told you no. Don't bring it up again," she rebuked me sternly.
I kept my word and didn't mention it. But about three months later, as we lay in bed, she was the one to break the silence.
"I know I told you not to say anything about it, but I can't stop thinking... what if we invited him to visit?" Her voice had a little tremor that belied her confidence.
She didn't have to specify who she meant by "him."
"You want to?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.
