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."
