This story will tell you about my wife April's first adventures after our marriage.
My first notes were about the first stage of April's late bloom. After recently texting her nude pictures to an old boyfriend, Franco, April had been losing some of her inhibitions. More frequent and wilder sex, more mild kink, and more orgasms for April. I loved every minute.
Being a big believer in the scientific method, I love thinking of new ingredients to add to the explosive mixture that is April. And then observing the new orgasmic results. Once a great rake that recovered quickly for several rounds, nowadays I'm more of a one and done. I do strive to make things very memorable and multi-orgasmic for her, with lots of variety thrown in to make her yearn for more. And my delayed ejaculations are huge and very satisfying, as I get to see the new and exquisite pleasures they caused. So, yes, her pleasure makes me happiest now. Who would have ever thought I'd get to that place? Maybe April?
I spend lots of time now planning new sexual experiments for her, as I used to do for myself years ago. My old self was best summed up by "so many women, so little time." Back then I thought we should have added in a line about "so many women at one time." But then there were not as many forums or opportunities for excess as April and I have now. We have spent a lot of time lately on lingerie and toys. A vibrating rabbit type cock ring on me while I take her doggie style is a new favorite that makes her come in several series of little and big orgasms.
If I time some ass slaps (firm, not hard), just as she is having an orgasm, it makes her move back even harder at me for a real explosion. Again, after some initial orgasms in this position, occasionally I'll slip in a small butt plug, and ask her if she likes her men two at a time. She goes off like a rocket. The dirty talking that goes with this seems to spur her on to more excess and more loud coming. Once, I pulled my dick out and started stroking her from behind like this.
Plug still inserted, thumb in April's pussy now rubbing her g spot, the same hand's fingers rubbing her clit. And continuing the talking and fantasizing about two guys fucking and using her as I filmed it...so we could send it to Franco. It seemed that April gushed a quart and drenched my hand as it ran down the inside of her thighs. And then she collapsed in a heap. I guess April likes lots of experimental ingredients in her cock tales too?
Now any good experimental outcome needs peer review. When I asked her afterwards about the film fantasy, she told me Franco had been begging for more pics and it really set her off when I spontaneously brought it up. It was no accident. I understand the Franco's of this world and knew he would beg for such a favor. They never understand how some of us go after what we desire, and never let a "No" deter us from the long term goal. Our lust drives us on and we ultimately grasp our greater fantasies. They never understand the bit part they play in our grander opera. That is what I told myself anyway.
Then a few weeks later April was sunbathing nude on a float in our hot tub. The pictures I took of her from the chin down were soon forwarded to Franco. Again, without him realizing that I always knew whatever she sent him. He returned a closeup of his crotch again with a sad note attached. "Alas, with my recent illness it doesn't get hard enough to penetrate pussy anymore." April called him to learn more and found out his condition was serious. But the old horndog was still begging for a closeup of her pussy and offering to bring her to a cream pie with his tongue "that still works fine."
So I could tell she wanted to see him. After all they had been work friends for 20 years. And she really did like him, as a never to be consummated sort of fantasy tease. I encouraged her to set up the lunch Franco was begging for and to "have fun, it may be your last chance to grant the man his dream." She asked me "what do you mean by that?"
I told her that I might not be sure of what she wanted, but that I was damn sure of what Franco hoped. And what I wanted. I told her I'd love to see her spread her wings (and legs) a bit, and he was the made to order, almost perfect, candidate. He was obviously ready to keep it secret from his wife, ready to do anything April led him towards, and unable to actually fuck her. So therefore no threat of any sort to our relationship. Then she said "correct but 'almost' counts. Remember I never was tempted with him because, I'm just not sexually attracted to Franco."
Then I responded, "But you do like him, right? Decide how much you still like him after you arrive for lunch, but show up ready for anything." I then backed off and suggested she offer him an erotic vision at her complete control. "Dress up smoking hot and let him enjoy any show you would like to put on for him." I wanted her to dress like she was trying to seduce me at one of our dinners. She picked out a very accessible wrap dress, it was mocha latte in color with white polka dots. And it flipped up or spread open easily. White sandals with a medium heel showed off red painted toes that matched her lipstick. This outfit complimented her smooth creamy white skin and reddish blonde hair to her shoulders. April donned a set of pearl earrings and neckless that complimented her recent nude sunbathing with a healthy pinkish glow, and applied bright red lipstick that contrasted well with the blue of her eyes.
Underneath April had on white crotchless panties and a shelf bra that pointed her tits up high. The polka dot dress hid her nipples from obvious observation, but on closer inspection, a lecher like Franco would notice she was essentially braless. He could be counted on to comment on it too.
I helped her with ideas on where to meet for their lunch, but steered her towards places that used tablecloths, and that were located near nice motels. We live within a few minutes of the best area in our state for this sort of setup. April was enjoying my scheming and the planning I devoted to her almost innocent rendezvous. And I enjoyed setting up every opportunity for it to be much less than innocent.
So the big day finally came. April was dressed in her outfit and looked great. I was tempted to use her roughly before her luncheon but refrained. We both wanted her pent-up excitement over the situation to goad her into teasing Franco mercilessly. But I sat beside her on our couch before she left and insisted she show me her purse.