What a day. My boss had announced that we would be implementing a new software system and that I would be going to San Diego for two weeks to train for the system. He also said that the company would pay for my wife, Heather, to come with me. Having been married for 10 years with 2 kids and a dog; I thought, even though I would be in class during the day, our nights would be free and this might be as good as a second honeymoon and give us a chance to reconnect.
The reconnect would be good since like most couples married for awhile we basically irritated each other, what with 2 kids followed by the requisite vasectomy, work, church, school and everything else in life. Additionally, we were both each others' firsts; including sex which was 3 days after our wedding day (if you experienced it then you know what happens.)
So at best it was sex two or three times a month with maybe some quick groping when the kids were not around. We had your normal everyday plain vanilla sex. No oral.
Anal we had tried during her first pregnancy but did not even get close.
After the kids, we each kept about twenty pounds more than when we were younger and no amount of exercise or diet could shed the extra pounds. Because of the pregnancies, Heather had gone from a 34B to a 36C. Being a red head, her nipples had always been a light pink almost indiscernible from her skin, but the pregnancies had also made her nipples darker and more apparent. Heather's skin was freckled, more where her skin was exposed to the sun and almost none in the areas that never saw the sun.
Then there was the day I was outed.
Like most men the internet opened up a whole new realm to me. At first, I was able to ignore the porn websites but being a red blooded male, I eventually gave in to temptation since every search came up with porn sites.
Many nights would find me surfing the net feeding my curiosity about all variety of depravity (you know there are some really sick fucks out there.) Eventually, my favorite became the shared wife stories that included gang bangs, sucking cock, anal, air tight and double penetration.
I could never picture myself with anyone other than my wife but somehow I could see in my mind a picture of my wife; every hole stuffed with strange cock, at the center of a group of guys taking turns with her, covered in semen or shared with strangers. This had an effect on me. More and more I wanted to show Heather off. I wanted my Heather to dress in more revealing clothes. I especially like for her to go braless. I love the sight of Heather's unrestrained breasts as they would giggle when she walked. I love to clearly see her nipples through the cloth covering her breasts.
For a while, Heather gave limited cooperation, sometimes wearing halters or sun dresses around the house, our sex lives increased briefly, until the night she found my secret surfing habits and then all the shit hit the fan.
All I heard for days was "how could you?", "pervert", and "jackass."
Eventually, things started to settle down and I was accepted back but there was no asking her to change after that; no revealing clothes and definitely no braless.
Arriving home, I announced "Heather, I'm home."
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Great" I said.
This took her aback as I normally growled about what a terrible day I had.
"How would you like to spend two weeks alone, no kids, with me in San Diego while I go to class?"
"I don't know, Larry" Heather replied. "Who will take care of the kids? And what about the dog?"
"Already taken care of. I called your parents and they thought it was a great idea for us to go and they said they would be happy to take care of their grandchildren and the house while we were away." I replied.
"Then I guess it's decided." She said.
Then from out of the blue I thought I'd take a chance and, "You know since its California and we will be hitting the beaches, will you only wear bikinis while we're there? And since it is California and people are a lot freer there will you leave your bras at home?" There I had said it. I knew I was taking a huge chance but I just had to take it. I knew she would say no, make a scene, and probably not speak to me for the rest of the week.
She surprised me. With a somewhat defiant look, she looked me in the eyes and said, "So, Larry, you've been looking at those sites again....."
Oh no here it comes. "No, I haven't...." I tried to lie.
She quickly interrupted me. "Larry, don't insult me. I know you're a man and you're going to surf those sites every chance you get. Tell you what, for this trip since it is California, we will have special rules, Heather rules. I will try to comply with as many of your requests as I feel like, but I will only do the things I want to when I want to. We will go by Heather rules."
Confused by her response I answered, "Sure, uh whatever you want is fine."
That night we made love. No we had sex, pure, hard, panting, sweaty sex. She was wetter than I could ever remember, she moved beneath me to meet my thrusts (this was new) and she was so vocal (this was new too.) I was afraid she would wake the kids. I could not believe this was my Heather. I came harder than I could ever remember.
The next night was the same and the next and the next and the...you get the idea. What had gotten into my sweet Heather? This was a different woman than the one I had known for the last 12 years and made love to for ten years.
The day finally arrived for our departure. Heather was wearing a long trench coat that was buttoned from the top all the way down. This did not seem unusual since it was a rainy April Chicago day.
What was unusual was Heather's makeup; it was a lot thicker and more vibrant. She was also wearing very red lipstick. She had on sandals with laces that wrapped around her legs before tying just below her knees and also with a high cork heel. Her toenails were painted the same deep red color as her lips.
She had taken a great deal of time to style her red hair and it framed her face wonderfully. Her new look garnered disapproving looks from her parents but I was very much in approval and stood breathlessly with my mouth open.
"You should close your mouth and put your eyes back in your head so we can go. There are more surprises ahead." Heather teased as she walked past me to the door.
Finally recovering, Heather's parents took us to the airport. Heather gave her last minute instructions and we said our goodbyes and head for security. At security, Heather removed her shoes and finally had to remove her coat and place it on the belt to be x-rayed.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
