Crossing Our Boundaries

Crossing Our Boundaries, Sex Outside Marriage

As I pulled into our subdivision, I admired the peaceful setting. Hunters Run is composed of mostly sedate two story houses large lots and a canopy of large trees which were showing just a hint of Fall. Traffic was light and couples were out walking dogs or just getting exercise on this mild Saturday evening. The neighborhood scene quietly said money, success and prosperity.

I pulled into my driveway and keyed open the garage door. I noted that my wife's car was in her spot and mine was empty and inviting. I drove in and parked and then popped the trunk to get out my overnight and clothes bag. I had texted Janet that I was on my way and so I wasn't surprised to find two glasses of our favorite Scotch waiting on the Breakfast bar.

Just then Janet breezed into the room barefoot and holding a modest housecoat partially closed over her obviously naked body.

"Hello Sweetheart. I was just starting to pick things up when you texted but I have to tell you, I'm just dead on my feet. I hope you don't mind if we soak in the shower for a bit and then go to bed and cuddle."

As I gathered her into my arms for a welcome kiss I said.

"You know I'd crawl through broken glass to cuddle with you babe."

After we gently kissed and I tweaked her right nipple she added "Believe it or not, I've missed having my Bobby spooned with me in bed. I can't seem to get to sleep decently without you babe."

Taking her chin in my hand I pulled her in for another gentle kiss.

"Me either dear wife, it's been a long three days. Now, why don't you take your drink with you and get started in the shower while I lock up and turn the lights off. I'll join you in a couple of minutes."

With a soft loving little smile she picked up her drink and went up the stairs. As I secured the house I noted that Janet had started cleaning up the Living Room. However, there were still a variety of drink glasses and other litter along with cases from our "adult" DVD collection. There were some women's clothing items on the floor but I ignored them and followed my wife upstairs. I poked my head into the Guest bedroom at the head of the stairs as the door was partially closed but the light was on.

The bed had been stripped down to the bottom sheet and there was a significant amount of evidence that some really serious fucking had taken place here. The stand alone full length mirror was now at the bedside and our soft restraints were still attached to the four corner posts of the bed. There were half a dozen sex toys on the night stand, lots of used tissues on the floor and a number of very wet spots on the sheet. Even my uneducated nose could detect the obvious aromas of cum, pussy, sweat and perfume.

The kid's bedrooms were untouched and in our suite the bed was made but looked hastily pulled together. Not that I have super acute smelling but I could smell sex in the air. Hanging my garment bag in the closet, I stripped down and made a pile of all my soiled clothes and combined them with the dirty ones from my overnight bag. A short visit to the hall and I put them down the clothes chute. Then picking up my toiletries bag, I went into the bathroom.

Janet was already running the water as I opened the shower door and entered the enclosure. As usual I was struck by the beauty of my wife's body and I spooned against her back letting the water flow over both of us. As my hands slid down her shapely figure, I marveled at the sensuous feel of her toned belly and bare pussy. Her exercise regimen of the last two years had restored her 43 year old body to where it had been before motherhood's effects. I also had gotten back into shape at the club. With diet and exercise, I had shed my excess belly weight and was probably more toned than I had been in college.

After a few minutes of just quietly reuniting physically we took turns with body wash and carefully cleaned every square inch of each other's bodies. As I washed her, I noted without comment all the marks on her otherwise perfect complexion. Obvious love bites adorned her breasts and neck and a variety of small bruises were clustered on the insides of her silky thighs and firm little butt. They were a few telltale signs of bondage on her ankles and wrists but they were fading. Despite my care in handling her nipples and pussy, she was obviously in some discomfort as my hands and wash cloth passed over them. I will also have to admit a bit of discomfort as she took her turn washing my cock and balls. Several small areas on my penis were sore but nothing a few days of less active sex wouldn't solve.

Out of the shower we got ready for bed. Janet mainly paid particular attention to her sore and bruised areas with various cremes and oils. She smiled coyly at me and treated my swollen cock with one of her lubricated hands and I'll have to say that it did feel a lot better.

As I brushed my teeth I noticed that her nipple rings and matching gold hoop ear rings were on the counter. Most likely they had been manipulated a lot in the last 48 hours and her body needed the rest.

When she joined me in bed we again spooned and I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent. As Janet settled in she turned her head to me and sought out my lips for another inviting kiss.

"I need you to know Janet that I love you more than you can imagine."

"I love you too my wonderful husband. Just remember that Robert. I love you with all my heart and soul and every year that we are together, I love you more. I really did miss you in my arms last night."

Our "arrangement" is to never openly discuss our "scenarios" and so I let her transgression go. I knew from the state of the house that her arms were otherwise seriously engaged last night but I still let her remark go.

"I always miss you in my arms too. Now let's try to get a little sleep. Maybe in the morning we can have a little together time of a more intimate nature."

"I really do love you Bobby."

"And I you Sweetheart."

Then with one hand on her top breast and the other around her waist, I drifted off to sleep thinking about my life with this special woman and the first time we discussed bringing others into our lives.

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I met Janet at a Freshman mixer 24 years ago during New Student Week at College. Both of us had extraverted roommates who dragged us to every event on the schedule. When my roommate saw a lovely blonde standing on the other side of the dance floor he herded me across the room and introduced both of us to the blonde and her roommate who turned out to be the woman I would one day marry.

I will admit to being a little tongue tied because my impression was that she was out of my league. She was a cute little thing with big brown eyes and a wonderful figure. Somehow we made it through one song without me stepping on her feet. The next song was a waltz and I asked her if we could continue. She told me her dance card was open and off we went. My Mother was a dance instructor and if she imparted anything of value to me it was how do all the basic dances well. Well, I have to say that she was an excellent partner and followed my lead and we literally flew around the floor. The ice was broken. She loved to dance and we did almost every song that night.

By 10:00 we were holding hands, I had all her particulars and we had a date for the following night. That date was magical. We listened attentively to each others histories and found out that we were from adjacent suburbs and even had a couple of acquaintances in common. We both had been in competitive swimming, supported the same major sports teams and were religiously compatible. There were of course some things on which we differed, but nothing that would be a relationship killer. She had a couple of boyfriends in High School but was no longer attached. My situation was similar. I had been going out with a girl my Junior and Senior years but we not that serious and were going to schools at opposite ends of the country. We parted as friends without benefits. And no, I didn't lose my virginity on Prom night. I had gotten close to it couple of times but never had managed to catch the brass ring.

Janet turned out to be a super good kisser and by our second date we always planned for an ample amount of time in the shadows before curfew at her dorm. By the fourth or fifth date a couple of boob squeezes from the outside of her sweater were permitted but when I tried to actually slip a hand under said sweater, she froze my hand in place and we had "the talk." It seemed that she had a close friend in school who had gotten pregnant and to make a long story short, everything in the girls life went to shit. Janet had then promised herself to be a virgin until the altar was in sight. If I didn't want to play by those rules than we must break off our relationship. Well of course I agreed. I looked deeply into her eyes and said.

"I promise to always let you take the lead in the sexual side of what I believe will be a wonderful relationship. You are a special girl and I want to keep seeing you. Whatever you are comfortable with will be just fine with me."

"Good answer Robert. Now I would be really comfortable is you unsnapped my bra. I've had it on for 10 hours and I think my breasts need a little loving massage "

For the next three years whenever we had privacy we took advantage of it. True to my word I never pressed Janet to do anything she was uncomfortable with and it paid off in spades because she was a naturally horny girl. We became the king and queen of really really good petting right up to the big deal. I still think that on some of those occasions I could have just pushed it in but I didn't break my word. Instead I just let my cock rub up and down between the lips of her vulva and then finally I would concentrate on her clit. When she was aroused her clit would pop up like a little cock and could withstand only four or five strokes of my fingers or cock before she convulsed in orgasm. Janet could be quite vocal when she came and she was always appreciative. She was an equal opportunity lover and always made sure that I went home or back to my dorm room in a relaxed state.

By our Senior year I was ready to pop the question. I was sure of the answer because we had talked about the future many times. My parents knew about my intentions and were 100% on board. When my Grandmother found out what I was going to do she pulled off her diamond engagement ring and gave it to me. I gave her an extra special hug for the precious gift.

"Thank you so much Grams. Janet will just love it."

"I know she will. Last year at your Fourth of July party she admired it and I told her about the history of the stone. She was touched and even got a little weepy. We had a good cry together when I told her about how your Grandfather proposed so I know she will be happy with the ring. It will make me happy knowing that it will stay in the family."

With the ring out of way the only thing left was how to surprise her. She was very perceptive so putting one over on her was going to be a challenge. Things however fell into place when we got back to school. I was in a Senior Dorm that only had single rooms. The stated purpose was to give seniors more privacy for working on their studies. Of course it also created a wonderful opportunity for studying the female anatomy.

On the afternoon of our first day back at school, Janet took me aside after lunch and said.

"Ok lover boy, I've studied this problem for three years now and I have decided that you are definitely the one. Tonight's the night so no masturbating this afternoon. You won't need condoms because Mom took me to the OB/GYN six weeks ago and he put me on the pill. Pick me up at 7:00."

With that she gave me an impish grin and turned on her heel and went into her dorm. I watched her walk up the steps and I admired her slender calves as she walked up the stairs. She did a little half turn and waved again before entering. Tonight's the Night!!

I spent the afternoon getting my bedroom settled. New sheets on the bed, wine in the refrigerator, her favorite dip, chips, candles and a Best of Johnny Mathis Playlist. After a quick dinner at 5:30 I headed back to the dorm for a shit, shower and shave. It took forever for 7:00 to roll around but at exactly that time I was buzzing her room. Five minutes later a vision in white short shorts and a matching cotton top appeared in the lounge.

"God but you look pretty tonight. You look good enough to eat."

Offering up a cheek for a kiss she quipped in a low voice.

"I hope that was a promise Sweetie. I'm hoping for that and more."

The five minute walk to my dorm seemed to take forever. We were each silent and periodically I squeezed her hand and she just smiled and squeezed me back.

When we got in my room I went straight to my computer and started the Mathis playing. I Turned back to Janet and was greeted by a nude sex goddess posing with a hand on her hip and a sultry look on her face.

"NIce music choice Handsome."

"Nice clothing choice Beautiful."

From this point on things get a little fuzzy. My clothes somehow evaporated and we spent a considerable amount of time rolling around on my bed and just feeling intoxicated by the feeling of skin touching skin and kissing until our lips were bruised. After a while I moved down her body and began kissing navel and then her pussy. We had fooled around with oral a little but tonight I really went for it. I parted her thighs and quickly found her clit and while holding it between my lips, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and felt for the illusive g spot. A deep moan told me when I found it and her thighs tightened on my head as she came for the first time. Two seconds later the head of my cock was in the entry of her vagina.

"Well?"

""Go for it Big Boy."

I slowly worked my penis into her and while a very snug fit I could feel no hymen. When I was all the way seated I fumbled around under the pillow and found Grandma's ring. Rising up from her body I looked down at our connection and then up to her beautiful breasts.

"Give me your hand baby."

She gave me a little puzzled look but complied and I slipped the ring on her finger. Before she could do or say anything I covered her mouth with mine in a deep tongue lashing kiss and began strongly moving in and out of her vagina. I think it took all of 30 seconds and she was crying out. It was muffled by my mouth and her whole body went rigid as a board as she came. I swear that I could feel her pussy milking at my cock and so I followed suit and pumped her full of cum.

It took a couple long minutes for us to get our breathing back under control and for her to open her eyes and look at her ring. She immediately recognized it as Grandma's and she began to weeping tears of happiness.

"Well, what's your answer.?"

She paused in her answer and so I asked again.

"What's your answer?"

Once again a pause and I cleared my throat.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."

Feigning anger, I pulled out of her vagina.

"Robert Jones you put that back in immediately. I was just making a joke. Of course I'll marry you. I decided that three years ago silly. I have loved you since our fifth date you goose. You are the most wonderful man that I have ever known and will be your wife until death do us part. Got it?"

"I got it babe and if you don't mind you are about to get it again too."

My resurgent hard on once again slid into her tight little sheath lubricated by my last cum. This time our love making was slow and sensuous and was wonderfully erotic. About halfway through I rolled us over so she could ride up and down on me and control the action. I loved the way her breasts swayed with her movements. From time to time she held up her left hand and admired the ring. I had had it cleaned and checked over at a jewelers and even had a small missing stone replaced. It was really a beautiful ring but not as beautiful as my wife to be. I pulled her down so that I could kiss her and tell her that I loved her and would for the rest of my days.

Much later as we sat cross legged on the bed sipping wine and eating our supper of chips and dip she brought up the subject of her lack of maiden head.

"I have a confession my love. You may have noticed a lack of hymen or any blood after our first intercourse. I started having periods at about thirteen and like everyone else I used pads but when I got into sports I wanted to start wearing tampons like all my friends. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get them in because my hymen was blocking it. My lady doctor said No Problem and with a couple of snips and two stitches I was wide open. You Mr. Fiancé possess the only penis that ever has or will be in this puss. That's a promise."

"That's a promise that I'll hold you to lovely lady."

With that I kissed her. The word kiss doesn't fully describe that interaction. It was more like an elaborate and erotic interplay of tongues dancing with each other in a ballet of lust. We licked each others faces and I eventually ended up in my favorite erotic spot, the hollow of her neck. Meantime my hands were handling her rock hard nipples that were rubbing against my chest while her hands were encouraging my cock to stand at attention once more. She was obviously as turned on as I and with an appreciative moan she settled on my lap while capturing little Bobby with her very wet vagina. Despite the fact that this was number three of the night with those fabulous tits rubbing against me and her pussy acting like a vacuum cleaner, I quickly busted a nut. I grabbed her butt so hard I'm sure I left finger prints as I pulsed inside her. She felt me come but was still looking to catch the ring herself so I reached down between us and found her clit with my thumb. Ten seconds later the was desperately clenching at my back as she wildly came.

It would have been nice to cuddle up and spend the night in each others arms but before long it was 11:30 and the her dorm curfew was 12. Before dressing Janet had to use a handful of kleenex to stop a river of cum from running down her legs. Panties and shorts followed and I was sad to see her beauties covered for the night. She looked gorgeous as she tried to straighten her hair but try as she did she was the poster girl for 'man have I been fucked'.

Arm in arm we walked back to her dorm and discussed the mechanics of who to tell and when. She wanted a big wedding so of course it would be in June after graduation. Thus began the wedding process over which I would have absolutely no control and frankly I didn't give a shit. All I knew and cared about was that this warm, caring, intelligent and incredibly sexy package next to me was mine exclusively.

Our final year of school was in all respects really good. Everything clicked with our studies and the mother's did most of the wedding planning. My only role was to say 'yes dear' and make sure that Janet's over the top sex drive was taken care of. This onerous task had to be done on a daily basis but I gritted my teeth and accepted the burden. Except for vacation periods, my dorm bed became the proving ground for all the myriad forms of sexual gratification that two heathy 21 year olds could dream up. We tried just about every different way of getting each other off that the kama sutra and Joy of Sex, illustrated. It was lots of fun with quite a few techniques rejected as being impractical. However, we did have luck with a good dozen which we added to our arsenal of possibilities for daily use.

You may have noticed that nothing was said so far about jobs and careers. Easy answer, my Dad owned a medium sized manufacturing plant and I was going to understudy him. My college major had been Business Adm and my minor was Finance. Janet was going to follow her dream of becoming an elementary school teacher and already had a contract starting the next school year. She was practice teaching second semester so she would be all set to go. We were planned for a June wedding followed by a two week honeymoon and job start dates of 7/1 for me and August 15 for Janet. That would give her six weeks to settle an apartment and prep for her First Grade Class.