Actually the sex had been good between my wife and I from the first night we met, just a little over two years before we were married, and it has remained good, at least for me, for the eleven years since we tied the knot. All she has to do to get me hot, stiff and ready is say "Hi, hon." But I get the distinct feeling that for her the situation is not quite the same. She is still ready to screw my head off at the drop of a hat ... or a hint ... but a lot of times it takes more and more effort on my part to get her to achieve satisfaction.
irst let me describe my wife, Denise. At 5' 7" and around 200 pounds, most people would describe her as being a big, beautiful woman ... a BBW. She is, to my way of thinking, the ultimate in sexy femininity. Her boobs deliciously fill a 38F bra, although I encourage her to go without one as often as possible. The Twins have a little droop to them, as you might expect for a woman who carries that much weight in two chest globes, but after bearing two children and nursing one for 19 months and the other for 25 months, they have been well used, well filled, and oft emptied ... by both the kids and ol' hubby. Yes, I admit that I love nursing at my wife's tits while she was lactating and, as long as there was plenty for the kids, she loved the bonding experience with me too. Even now they make for great tit fucking, or handles while doing the doggy.
Right from the outset of our relationship, Denise loved oral sex, both giving and receiving, and anything that involved pleasuring her pussy, whether it was my cock, my fingers, my tongue, or one of a variety of sex toys that we accumulated over the years. However her pleasure could be multiplied several-fold if it occurred in public. She told me that she had lost her cherry in the back seat of a car at a drive-in theatre (this was in the south where drive-ins are more popular during the hot summer nights) and ever since then she liked the excitement of possibly being seen or caught "doing something naughty."
So, even though most of our sex lives played out somewhere inside, we tried any number of outdoor exercises and every one of them, even if there was little chance of being caught, produced, long, wild, and frantic activities, until one or both of us could no longer perform. On more than a few occasions, we went out deliberately to show her off to other people, always in a situation where we could quickly escape. As often as not, it was on a highway where Denise could flash her goodies at a trucker and then speed away to some place where we could satisfy our heightened sexual needs. Denise invariably was as wet as a spring shower, eager and easy to enter.
We found another spot that we both enjoyed. About twenty miles east of town there was a overpass on the interstate for a county road that had been cut several years before because of the creation of a new lake nearby. Now the county road in the area of the interstate saw absolutely no traffic, since there were no entrance or exit ramps and the road went nowhere. However we could get off the interstate several miles back and follow a series of local roads to get to this overpass. Denise loved walking onto the overpass and picking a spot above one of the traffic lanes, shedding all our clothes and fucking like crazy with me behind her while she was comfortably bent over the overpass railing. We almost caused a few wrecks and there were untold numbers of surprised motorists who drove under that underpass.
Still Denise wanted to feel more excitement when we fucked at home ... after all, with the family and other responsibilities, we did it there more often than anywhere else. One day when I came in from work, she was bubbling all over as she met me. She had just come across an internet site where people posted erotic stories and pictures and she was shocked at the number of women who were heavier than her that proudly posted their pictures on that site. I had always tried to tell her that she was definitely not too heavy to be considered sexy and beautiful ... after all, she is my ideal beautiful woman.
After the kids went to bed, Denise could not wait to show me what she had found. She liked the stories, although she hadn't had time to read many of them yet, but she was absolutely intrigued by the pictures, especially those of the women. She explained how many of the women posted their own pictures while in many other cases the woman's husband proudly displayed his wife's assets, apparently with her approval most of the time. And then people, both men and women, worldwide commented on the pictures. She was again surprised at how many people were lavish in their praise of the woman's delights, writing that "she looks so fuckable", "I'd love to eat her pussy", "wish that was my cock her sweet lips are around", and similar comments. Even the women made comments about eating other pussies and licking titties.
Denise walked me through one thread where a husband had displayed his wife's pictures, a woman whose body shape was nearly identical to Denise's. The comments from viewers were fantastic and in a few minutes, Denise was so hot she was rubbing her own pussy. It had a similar effect on me and I had to take off my pants to give my cock room to expand to its full length. It turned out that this particular thread was started a couple of years before and was several hundred pages long, so we just read a few pages and checked out about twenty pictures before she shut down the computer and pulled me into bed, where we fucked like rabbits until the early hours of the morning. It had to be some of the greatest sex we had ever had, bar none.
Over the following days, weeks, and months, we read and viewed more and more of the threads posted on the site. We learned how to pick up in the middle of a thread so we didn't have to always start over. We signed up for userids and became known as SouthernGent and PussyWillow (Denise always loved those trees). We learned some of the nuances of posting our own comments. Sometimes she would view some of the threads while I was at work but mostly we went through them together when I got home.
I realized what a dim bulb I was when it struck me that, if Denise got turned on by exhibitionism and loved viewing the pictures of people online, she could probably be persuaded without too much pressure to allow me to take some pictures of her, and maybe both of us, and post them on the web site and then see what kind of comments we got. However a film camera, even a good 35mm camera like I was used to using, was not ideal for this purpose ... too slow, too much trouble, too much chance of running into problems. Digital was the way to go.
