When we got home from our honeymoon, I had to spend some time processing all we had done and learned. Ten days before, when we married, our sex life had included some oral as a prelude to fucking, fucking in one of two positions. On the honeymoon, we'd enjoyed new positions, extended our oral activities to include stimulation to orgasm, cum swallowing, and even cum kissing. We hadn't tried anal sex, but it was on our list, and we had kissed and licked each other's asses. We'd discovered a mutual enjoyment of exhibitionism and voyeurism.
In the final and most unexpected change, I had masturbated Angela while she masturbated a total stranger, ending with her sucking his dick and sharing his cum with him and then me.
In the aftermath of that, I wondered especially at my own response. I'd been erect and ignored, while Angela enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, even as she pleasured a total stranger. Then without hesitation, I'd accepted some of his cum from her mouth. Finally, my erection had been left to subside on its own.
When we arrived home, unpacked and settled in, our sexual encounter was as passionate, focused, and fulfilling as any we'd ever had.
As days passed we settled into the old routine. Occasionally I fell into a thoughtful funk, and sometimes I caught her looking at me pensively. I knew we had to address it. On Friday night I broached the topic. "Angela, I think we need to talk about what happened..."
She cut me off, "On the plane home."
"Yes."
She clutched at me, buried her face against my chest, and began to cry. "Darling," she said, "I'm so sorry. Do you hate me? I'll make it up to you. I'll never do it again. I'll be a good wife..."
"What! No! Angela, I love you so much." I hugged her hard. I spoke fast into the top of her head. "Remember Darling, I asked you to do it. I told myself you wanted to, that I was giving you permission, but I'm the one who said it. If you feel badly about it, that's my fault. I mean, I also convinced you that we should say yes to each other."
I tilted her face up to me and kissed her tear-wet cheeks and then her mouth. "Angela, I love you more than ever, if that's possible. That moment on the plane was one of the most exciting of my life. If you never want to do it again, I understand, but the brightness of your eyes as you gazed into mine, with the sheen of his cum on your lips will always be a treasured memory. Does that make you think less of me? Am I not fit to be your husband?"
Now it was her turn to kiss and comfort me. "You are the best husband I could ever have, more than I dreamed before we were married. I didn't know how naughty I am, until you helped me see it. I love being naughty with you and for you. You're right that I wanted to do it. I wanted to suck his dick. I felt like I was doing it for you."
"You were."
"Darling, you have so many good ideas. Promise me you'll keep coming up with naughty things for us to try? I'll keep saying yes, and we'll never hurt each other, we'll always love each other, won't we?"
"Yes."
That night began our tradition of "frisky Friday." Angela reminded me that she wanted to learn to deep throat me, and we remembered seeing the woman get cum sprayed onto her face and how excited it made us. We remembered that we wanted to try anal sex.
We read a few articles and watched a few videos on the internet. Since we realized we enjoyed voyeurism, we found watching amateur porn stimulating and educational. I had a pretty good erection, and laid back on the bed as Angela slid down to put her mouth on me. She started by licking my length, then took the head just between her lips and sucked. She held it like that and swirled her tongue over the head. Then she lowered her head to take me as far in as she could.
The sensation as my tip reached the back of her tongue and throat was intensely stimulating for me, and unpleasant for her. She gagged. Practicing what we'd read, she held still, taking a deep breath through her nose, letting her saliva flow down my cock, and attempting to stop the gagging. Her effort was valiant, lasting several seconds.
She pulled her mouth off me. Working my erection with her hand, she held her mouth open above me. Saliva continued to drool from her as she regained control of her spasming throat. She repeated the entire sequence several times. My cock was perhaps two thirds or three quarters of the way into her when her gag reflex triggered. Saliva ran down the shaft and over my testicles. Eventually I could feel it running into my anal crevice. The feeling of her throat spasming around my cock head was amazing. I struggled to hold still and let her control everything.
After the fourth or fifth insertion, she said, "I'm sorry darling, I think that's all I can manage today."
"Oh, Angela, that was wonderful!"
"We have to keep trying, every single day."
"What a wonderful idea!"