This part three of a story about my wife's and my journey to restore the adventure in our sex life. Reading the first two parts may or may not enhance your enjoyment and understanding of this story. The events depicted may or may not be true. The names have been changed to protect me.
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My beautiful wife Karen and I had been on a journey to try to restore the excitement and adventure that had existed in our sex life in the early years of our relationship. We found that we both enjoyed sensual massages. We began watching porn, beginning with the soft-core stuff on cable, and progressing to some hard-core videos from our local x rated video store. We were both enjoying pushing our boundaries.
We began to fantasize about, and role play various sexual activities with a couple that we knew, and both found attractive. Karen even bought a good-sized dildo and we role played swapping with them as well as simulating DP. We both found this very exciting and edgy, but one night, after too many drinks and after she had multiple orgasms while fucking "Steve" and sucking my cock, I innocently asked her if she could really see us doing that. I asked her if she really wanted to play with them or if she would really want to fuck Steve. I think that we were both a little scared of where the answer to that question might lead. She turned beet red and didn't answer. "Steve's cock" disappeared and that little game came to an end.
I began to suspect that there was much more going on in Karen's mind than I had realized. I began to wonder what other surprising and fun things she wasn't telling me about. Were there things that she thought about that she was afraid to talk about? Did she sometimes think about things she had done, or guys she had done, before we married? Were there things she wanted to do, or have done to her, that she was embarrassed to share with me? Were there guys that made her pussy tingle?
I decided that the answers to these questions could lead to a lot of fun. The process of finding the answers might be a lot of fun too. Being an unsubtle guy, I first took the direct route. I asked her what kind of fantasies she had. She said that she didn't have any. I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated. She said that she never masturbated. I knew that wasn't true.
"I've seen you do it! What about when we watch videos?" I didn't even bring up the little pretend thing with Steve and Gina.
"That's different" she replied.
I know that men's and women's minds sometimes work very differently, but I had a hard time believing that she had no fantasies and that she never masturbated. I have all sorts of sexual thoughts throughout the day. The sight of an attractive woman, the memory of an old girlfriend, or dirty thoughts about Karen can pop into my head at any time.
I realized that I was going to have to be more subtle and very tricky to encourage her to be more open. If she really didn't have any fantasies, I was going to nurture some. If she did, I was going to find out what they were. I fixated on ways to ask the right questions and get some honest answers. I had tried, while giving her sensual massages, to give her some encouragement to open up. I failed completely. I had taken a wrong turn in our pretend games with Steve and Gina, and that became taboo, so I decided to avoid that subject entirely.
After much thought, I decided that watching the right x rated videos could be the perfect conversation starter. I again began to rent videos, but I focused exclusively on ones that I thought she would like. Without being obvious, I tried to gauge her reaction to different types of videos, along with characters, situations, or activities, that were presented in the videos. If her nipples hardened or she started to rub her pussy, I made a mental note of what was happening on the screen and, the next time I rented a video, I tried to find one that had some of the same elements. Some things soon became obvious. She liked movies with high production values and a story, possibly a little romance in addition to the sex. She liked clean cut, young, attractive actors and actresses. She especially seemed to like young, athletic looking, handsome actors.
Sometimes I would wait until the next day to try to find out what she had liked. Sometimes I would ask her while we were watching. I would say, "That's really hot huh? You really seem to be enjoying that. What is it that you like?" Most of the time, her answers weren't very revealing. Occasionally, the window opened a bit. One night, we were watching a video that had a scene where a beautiful young woman was naked on her back on a table. There was a man standing between her legs, fucking her hard, and she was really enjoying herself, squirming and moaning. There were four or five handsome young guys, dressed in nice suits, standing around the table, watching, with their hard dicks in their hands. As the camera angles changed, you could see that she was looking around, watching each man in turn, looking at his face and watching him stroke his dick. I didn't think that Karen would be interested, so I grabbed the remote and pressed the fast forward button.
Karen grabbed the remote and said, "What are you doing?" She rewound to the beginning of the scene and began to watch again. As one of the guys would finish in or on the woman, another guy would take his place. This scene could only be described as a gang bang; a very tasteful and artistic one, but a gang bang nevertheless. The woman in the video was having orgasm after orgasm and my sweet wife was playing with her pussy and completely engrossed in the action. I was amazed at Karen's reaction. Was she really getting turned on by a gang bang? I know that I was getting much more turned on by watching her reaction than by anything that was happening on the screen.
I sensed an opportunity, so later, when the movie was over, I commented to Karen, "I'm a little surprised. You really seemed to be enjoying the scene where that girl was being fucked by all of those guys!"
"What's not to like?" she replied. "She was beautiful and was obviously enjoying herself. The guys were very handsome, had nice dicks, and knew what to do with them. She was coming and coming. It was super hot. If I was that girl, I'd have been making so much noise that the neighbors would have called the cops."
Her response was so out of character that, for a moment, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I asked her if she could imagine herself in a situation like the girl in the movie.
"It's fun to watch and maybe to think about. I might have even done something like that when I was younger, but I would never do it now." I really wondered what that meant.
On the weekends, we often went to clubs to listen to music and dance. We had a lot of fun and usually drank enough to get a little out of control. One night, I decided to push things a little farther and, after several shots of Vodka, I asked Karen if she thought any of the men in the club were hot. "Some of the young guys are cute, but I doubt if they would be interested in a middle-aged woman like me." I replied that I was pretty sure that she was wrong and that they couldn't possibly imagine what they were missing.
"You're my husband. You have to say that."
I really did believe what I was telling her, but as I looked at her, I realized that, while she was still very attractive and sexy in my eyes, her clothes and makeup said, "middle-aged mom". I decided to do something about it. Her birthday was coming so I got her a gift card for a women's clothing store that specialized in clothing for younger women. Her reaction was, "This is the wrong store. They won't have anything appropriate for someone like me."
I told her that the gift card was not returnable and to just give it a try and buy some nice outfits for work and something sexy for parties or for when we went out dancing. I suggested that she take one of our daughters along if she needed help or advice. That worked out well and she came home with some very stylish outfits. Then, one weeknight, I suggested that we grab some dinner at the local mall. The restaurant that I chose just happened to be next to Victoria's Secret. After dinner, we almost couldn't help but wander in and, with my help and encouragement, and the use of my credit card, Karen picked up some very nice bras and panties to go with her new outfits. Included were a couple of thongs, some lacy, see through panties, and a couple of push up bras.
Even when wearing her new clothes to work, Karen seemed to feel more self-confident and aware of her attractiveness. I couldn't wait for a party or a night of dancing.
One Saturday night, we found a band that we liked at a near-by club and we decided to go. I encouraged Karen to wear one of her new outfits and she chose a very sexy, short, knit dress that really clung to her and accentuated her curves. With a great deal of persuasion, I got her to wear her new push up bra and that worked perfectly with the dress. I tried to get her to skip the panties, but that was a bit too much for her. She wound up wearing white lace panties. I even dressed up a bit. We were both looking good!
