At times throughout my life I've played both sides of a tried but true metaphor. It's the one about the glass of water and when my glass is half full, I'm usually happy with myself and my lot in life. I focus on what's important and go about my business without worrying about lives surrounding me. When my glass is half empty, I am unsatisfied with my life and eventually I look for ways to fill it.
I've been married for 20+ years to a remarkable woman. I fell in love with her when I was 23 and we got married when I was 25 and she was 27. I love her for her many qualities and for one adventure after another. In the early years we made love several times a week and on weekends we often spent the whole day in bed, fucking like animals until we passed out and then waking and going at it again. It was awesome and I couldn't have been happier with my choice in a wife.
In our 30s we got busy with work, social life and separate interests such as exercising and what not and our sex life had to be cut back some. This seemed okay as my body needed more down time to recover from each orgasm and I assumed Suzanne's body needed the same rest. Still we managed to fuck once a week and it was sometime during this period that our day long sessions in bed ceased to exist.
I have some favorite encounters with Suzanne.
She was dancing to the Doors when I got home from work and she didn't see me right away as I stood in the doorway and watched her. She was grooving to the music and her groove felt sexual to me. By the time she saw me, she was so intoxicated by the music that she smiled and kept right on dancing as she stepped closer to me. In a manner of moments we were kissing with her arms placed around my neck. She continued to groove as I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled the rest of her to me. Her grooving turned to grinding as we pressed into one another. She moaned first and then I followed. It had been a few days since we had sex and this encounter had all the right ingredients for an evening of fun. A few seconds later she removed her top, showing me braless tits. It was a welcome surprise and I thought little of the fact it was the first time I had known about that. She let me suckle her nipples awhile and then she pushed my shoulders to separate us. The separation was temporary and then she reached for my belt and unzipped my pants. Her hand went inside, found my hard on and then she pulled them both out into the open as she knelt at my feet. Without saying a word she took me into her mouth and went to work. For several minutes I stood holding my briefcase in one hand with my overcoat draped over the same arm and a horny woman resembling my wife sucking my cock. I lasted two songs and then I pumped a four-day load into her mouth as she swallowed what I gave her.
On our fifth anniversary I took her to the best dining establishment in town and she dressed in the hottest outfit of the day. Every head in the restaurant turned in her direction. She hand fed me morsels of food from my plate and licked her fingers, filling my little brain with big brain delicacies later to come. After dinner we drove around the city and she suggested we go to heartbreak hill. There she put her head in my lap until she got my cock out and began to suck it. I spanked her ass and fingered her pussy and her ass with the same hand until I couldn't do it satisfactorily anymore and just came in her mouth.
Those were wonderful experiences but the best was when she made my cuckold fantasies come true. I decided to go home early from a golf outing as the weather had grown worse without signs of improvement. When I got home and she wasn't there to greet me, I just figured she was in the bathroom or something. Instead, I found her whimpering on our guest bed with her hand between her legs as something played on the TV. Clearly she was masturbating with her eyes closed and so I stepped quietly into the room to see what if anything interesting was on TV. A familiar scene played on the screen. Two black men were pile driving a young blonde wife. It was a hot scene from one the VHS tapes I had stashed in a shoe box on the top shelf of the guest room closet.
I looked back at her and this time she was staring right back at me.
"Hi" I said.
She kept her hand at her crotch, moving a finger in and out of her pussy while she pulled the left side of her robe open the rest of the way with her free hand. Her eyes were wide as she watched me watching her. It was an unplanned erotic encounter and I said nothing as the only sound in the room was now coming from the TV. I knew from the sounds made by the actress that she was about to gush out her orgasm.
"I found your tapes a few months ago" she began.
I gulped but still didn't say anything. A lecture was already coming and I didn't want to add any more fuel than I already had.
"I've watched all of them already" she continued. Her left breast was now in full view. Its nipple was hard and upright. The movement by her hand had slowed but she still had her finger inside her.
"I've never watched porn before and I can't seem to stop not that I've started."
"So you're not mad?" I asked.
"I haven't just watched them Bob. I listened to the stories too. All the women in the scenes are married." Her finger moved freely beneath her as she picked up the pace of stirring her pussy with it.
"I know that" I said. "It turns me on."
"It turns me on too" she whispered back at me.
Just then her eyes rolled upward and she rocked her head back. Her orgasm hit and her body convulsed before me. I couldn't hold myself in check any longer and began to strip out of my clothes. As another wave washed over her she exclaimed "Oh God, I'm coming." Her head rocked back further and she bridged her core upward and I was able to pull the right side of her robe free before she let body relax back onto the bed. Then I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my hard dick and moved between her legs.
Her eyes opened as I watched her face and on eye contact she simply said "please fuck me."
I didn't need a second invitation and mounted her immediately. Her hole was so wet I slipped inside her with ease. Her warmth fed my lust as her legs wrapped around my waist. I sunk all the way inside her and then retreated until the head was just at her opening. She was so wet down there that there was no need to sink and hold as I usually do. Instead, I re-sunk my cock into her once more and then pulled it out completely. "Oh God, leave it inside me and just fuck me please" she said. The sound of her voice was convincing and so was her determination as she attempted to hump her pussy closer to me.
I put my fists down on the mattress beside her and moved my dick back and forth inside her. She was looking up at me and sort of half-smiled as though she had a thought to share and was waiting for just the right time. I leaned down until our noses were touching and then she greeted me with a warm wet kiss. Her tongue thrust madly into my mouth and then I arched and lifted my head upward as I began to thrust into her much harder.
"Oh yeah, fuck me. I want my married pussy stuffed" she yelled. "Fuck me long and hard. I need it bad" she said and thrashed her head side to side on her pillow.
She was going wild like the wives do in the videos. Watching her reaction was thrilling and definitely keeping my cock hard. I couldn't tell if she was thinking of me or one of the studs but the need to know was less than the need to obey and pound away inside her.
"Yes lover that's it. Fuck me hard and deep. I want my husband to see what a whore his wife is."
"Oh Jesus" I muttered. That comment stirred a curiosity already brewing inside me. "Does my wife want other lovers?"
"Yes she does" she replied quickly. "Keep fucking me and I'll tell you all about it."
Her words excited me so I did my part and thrust into her so deep and hard that there was a definite clapping sound as our bodies collided.
"You want to know don't you baby?" she cooed.
I nodded my head and kept thrusting my dick inside her.
"The first thing you need to know is that finding those videos broke my heart."
I stopped humping into her and said "I'm sorry Suzanne. Please forgive me."
"Keep fucking me or get out."
"Are you serious?" I asked as I began to move slowly inside her again.
"That's better. So then I watched them and one by one the meaning hit me all at once."
"What's that?" I asked as my cock expanded inside her.
"You want a wife that fucks around on you."
I felt her stare into my soul as she began to tell me in a lustful manner the new facts of our lives. "Well I'm going to do that for you but its really going to be for me."
She paused and waited for my response and all I did was to continue to slowly fuck her. I had a new problem. I felt as though I would cum soon and I didn't want to do that before hearing the rest of her explanation.
"But first I want to know a few details from you."
"Such as?"
"Do you want our marriage to resemble any of the relationships depicted in your movies?"
I sorted through the stories she referred to. I knew them intimately after years of watching. "I'd like a mixture of the Johnsons and the Smiths" I said feeling proud of myself for responding quickly.
"They are very distinct couples. Mrs. Johnson denies Mr. Johnson sex while she plays to whomever she wants. She has him locked in chastity. Is that really what you want?"
"I would like to know what it feels like to be sexually controlled by the woman I love, encouraged to make sacrifices and denied orgasm while she herself uses my submission as a driver to pursue sex with others of her own choosing."
"Are you serious? Do you think you can handle it?"
