"It's a long list," Marie exclaimed, wriggling her naked ass back against me, and being rewarded by my rapidly hardening cock pressing between the cheeks of her firm little ass.
"A bit like one of your shopping lists then," I joked, only for my reward to be a swift jab from her elbow.
"It is a bit like a shopping list though, " she confessed, "Our shopping list – of things we want, things we need," she added as she rolled over to kiss me, to press her naked body to me.
We made love again, gently, lovingly, differently to the driving force of only an hour ago, the frantic sex that had led to the "shopping list". Afterwards, I lay on my back, my hands behind my head, while Marie dozed next to me, her arm thrown across my chest as I thought about how we had got to that list.
It was hard to believe that we would have been married for twenty five years in only three weeks time. We had met at eighteen, married at twenty, had two great kids, and were still together after almost twenty five years - unlike many of our friends.
We love each other with a passion, and have always been faithful, even through the difficult times that all couples go through. For my part, it wasn't as if there hadn't been opportunities. There had been - especially a gorgeous little receptionist at work who had made it clear what she was willing to do for me. But somehow, even when things were tough between us, there hadn't been the desire to "stray".
I don't think that Marie had ever been unfaithful to me either. I know I had my suspicions a few years back when she seemed to be very close to a friend of ours as he went through a divorce. Even now, I still wonder when we see him and his new wife, but no, I don't think that anything really happened.
There have been tough times, especially when the children were younger. We were both tired all the time – Marie from dealing with the children, and me from working too hard at building my career. But now, the children were eighteen and twenty, more or less independent, and my career had worked out just how we had wanted it to.
Now, we found ourselves with more time together, and more time on our own. So, we had gradually "rediscovered" each other, and were probably happier than we had ever been. And the sex was brilliant!
As the children had got older, we had, over the last few years, started to take the odd holiday without them – only two or three days at a time to start with, but time that was for us. And during those breaks, we had discovered all sorts of things to liven up our sex life, things that we wanted to do. I imagine that some of things we did were fairly "normal" to some people, but to us it opened up a whole new world.
Over one weekend we discovered role plays, on another sex in public. Over a third, Marie wore a loose, wrap around skirt all weekend, with no underwear. We prayed for a gust of wind as we walked, but it never came. But I did spend much of the weekend with my fingers inside her pussy as we drove, as we sat in traffic.
Gradually, we took these things home with us, and our sex life took on another dimension – especially after we started to buy sex toys for both of us. Now, we couldn't wait to be alone, whether it was for ten minutes or for hours. We always knew that it would end up with us together – whether it was for a quick fuck on the kitchen table, or hours of fun in whichever part of the house we happened to find ourselves.
We started to watch porno movies together, and I couldn't help but notice how excited Marie got when we watched threesomes or two women together. We started to talk about our fantasies as we fucked. As I drove my cock into Marie, I would tell her how I knew she would love to have another cock in her mouth or her ass, or she would cry out what she wanted. She would suck me, murmuring about how I would love another mouth, another tongue, on my cock at the same time, or how she wanted another cock to play with, how we could share.
All these things heightened our already explosive orgasms, driving us both wild. We sometimes talked about our fantasies afterwards as well, as we lay in each others arms, telling each other what we wanted before making love again. But somehow, it never went any further.
Until today. Until the "shopping list".
It had all started when the kids went out and left us on our own for the day to have some fun. We had started in the garden, trying to top up our tans before going away for two weeks to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Marie was wearing a tiny little bikini, as she wanted to get as much of an all over tan as she could.
The top was little more than two small triangles of flimsy material, held together with string. The triangles seemed to barely cover her dark, wide aureoles, let alone her pert, but full, breasts. The bottoms were skimpy as well, little more than a thong really, leaving most of her firm ass naked for me to leer at.
The strings of the bottoms were tied at the sides, leaving her long, tanned legs naked to blend into the soft swell of her hips, and upwards to her smooth, flat belly and slim body. The bottoms fitted snugly around her ass and pussy, the outline of her mound clear for me to see.
Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, away from her pretty face, with her full, kissable lips and bright blue eyes.
As I looked at her, I marvelled at how young, how beautiful, how sexy she looked. As soon as I had seen her in the garden, and she had seen the look in my eye and the growing bulge in my shorts, we had both known exactly what sort of day we were going to have. We were soon acting like a couple of twenty somethings, rather than the mature forty five year olds we were meant to be.
Within the minutes, the idea of sunbathing had been abandoned, and we were fucking frantically in the kitchen, Marie bent over the worktop, her cute ass in the air as I drove into her from behind, her pussy lips stretched around my thick, hard cock. We eventually made it upstairs, to the bedroom, where we spent much of the remainder of the afternoon and early evening.
As we were fucking later, as yet another orgasm ripped through her lithe body, I whispered hoarsely in her ear about her having more cocks to play with, to suck, while I fucked her hot cunt. I told her how I wanted to watch her sucking on a long, thick cock while I fucked her, how I wanted to watch her taking more than one cock at a time, how I wanted to see her sucking and fucking.
As I drove my cock into her, her head shook from side to side as she murmured "Yes" to every thought, every suggestion. As my cum slammed into her pussy, she told me that she wanted to share me, to hold my balls while I fucked another woman, to do whatever I, whatever we, wanted.
We had clung to each other after that, catching our breath as our bodies relaxed. It was a good few minutes before either of us could speak. When we did, it was Marie who spoke first as she cuddled up to me. She spoke slowly at first, as if she was picking her words carefully.
"We should you know," she started.
I looked at her, waiting for more, knowing, or hoping that I knew, what she was about to say, but not quite believing it.
"We should do these things…..we would be together…..we trust each other.....why not?"
Even though I had somehow sensed what Marie had been going to say, I couldn't quite believe it, but as listened to her, I knew that she meant it, that she wanted this as much as I did. She even mentioned our holiday.
"What a great time to live out our fantasies …" she told me, her eyes bright with lust.
By now my cock was rock hard, despite having cum only a few minutes before.
"You like the idea, then?" Marie grinned, her hand sliding sensuously along my shaft.
After we had frantically made love again, we each agreed to write down our fantasies – honestly and fully, in the realisation that we would seek to live them out, to do them.
I lay back and shut my eyes while Marie found a piece of paper and started to write. She wrote quickly, as if all her pent up thoughts were bursting out of her. Suddenly, I felt nervous. Did I really want this? Where would it lead? What if …?
When Marie was finished, she folded the paper over so that I couldn't read what she had written, and passed it to me. She turned away from me, as I reached out and grabbed a book to rest on. After a moment's hesitation, I started to write, slowly at first, but then more quickly. When I had finished, I folded the paper over again and gave it back to Marie.
Marie rolled onto her side, her back to me, the piece of paper on the bed in front of her. I snuggled up behind her, reaching around her to cup her firm breasts, her erect nipples pressing into the palm of my hand. We were both quiet, both staring at the piece of paper, wondering what it said. I leant forward and gently kissed the side of her neck.
"Go on," I told her softly, "Let's see we want …."
Slowly, Marie opened the paper out so that we could both read it. I gasped as I read it. The list was longer, much longer, than I had imagined. Marie had been quite detailed, quite graphic, in what she'd written, whereas my comments were shorter. Some of what we had written we had spoken about, fantasised about, before. But some of it was new. It was then that Marie had made her comment about how long the list was.
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For the next two weeks, as our trip to The Maldives approached, nothing was said about the list, or about us living out our fantasies. In a way, I was relieved, especially after reading and re-reading the list. But in other ways, I was disappointed.
