My wife, Kelley, and I have been married for 12 years. We met when I was 41 and she was 34. At that time, everything was hot, new, and sexy.
In the early years Kelley would take the initiative and give me a blow job while I was driving, or she would pull her panties to her ankles, place her feet on the dashboard, and masturbate as other drivers passed us by. When doing so, she would always allow me to taste her wet fingers and encourage me to finger fuck her as I drove.
On one of our earliest dates, Kelley went to the ladies' room and returned to our table with her panties in hand. When she slid into the booth next to me, she encouraged me to play with her bare pussy under the tablecloth while she ordered dinner, squirming and squealing with pre-orgasmic delight all while I placed our order with the server.
Kelley even suggested we go to a strip club together one night. When we returned home that evening, she told me I was to be rewarded because I had focused all my attention on her. I recall encouraging her to flirt with and tip the dancers while I kept my eyes and hands glued to Kelley. Even when I paid for one of the girls to give her a lap dance, my eyes remained locked on Kelley as the stripper proceeded to grind against her, going so far as to allow Kelley to lick and gently suck on each of her bare and protruding nipples. This action excited Kelley as she had never done anything like it, and she was pleased that my focus had remained on her rather than on the many scantily clad girls who were probably five to fifteen years younger than Kelley.
I told her I was not interested in the younger girls who were dancing there but told her how much I appreciated her as a grown woman. I did confess, however, that I found it incredibly sexy to watch Kelley enjoying herself in that environment. We had sex for several hours when we got back to Kelley's apartment that evening, verbally reliving the experience and discussing how much it had turned us on.
On another occasion, I hired an in-home male massage therapist. The therapist performed a massage on Kelley on a portable massage table, which he set up in our living room. During the massage, I sat at the kitchen counter to observe the action while enjoying a cocktail and ensuring Kelley remained safe. I told her to enjoy herself and to ask for whatever she liked best.
The therapist performed a professional massage, but I was quite certain that while he was massaging her feet, he could probably see Kelley's bare pussy beneath the towel, which did very little to cover her ass. Any doubt that he was able to feast his eyes upon Kelley's exposed cunt was removed when she unwittingly spread her legs as he began to massage her feet. As I observed this action, I heard Kelley let out a quiet murmur not unlike a low moan, while I also observed the therapist adjust his growing erection. Eventually, the therapist covered her torso and asked her to roll onto her back. Once in the proper position, the therapist asked if she would like him to massage her chest and abdomen, which she demurely and embarrassingly responded, "Yes, please."
I re-charged my rocks glass with bourbon and for the next ten minutes watched as Kelley's breasts were oiled, kneaded, rubbed, and squeezed, and her nipples were gently tugged, tweaked, twisted, pinched, and pulled until they were protruding from her chest like perfectly formed pebbles upon their firm, fleshy mountains. Both the therapist and I had obvious erections as Kelley exhaled with contentment. The masseuse asked if she'd like any additional treatment, but Kelley responded, "No, I think you've done a wonderful job helping to prepare me for my man, thank you."
Kelley then stood up from the massage table, handed the therapist his towel, leaving her completely naked before both of us, and as she walked to the master bedroom she said, "Would my masseuse please see himself out, and would my lover please follow me to the boudoir?" We both complied with her request and Kelley and I made love into the early morning hours, regaling the erotic and sensuous memories of the evening.
Kelley and I got married within a few years of being together and our sex life progressed in similar fashion, with many exciting events that always resulted in great sex. But eventually, as these things usually do, our love life began to cool. We continued to have sex, but it was no longer a highly anticipated event as much as it seemed to be a check in the marital box. It had become something we did for fifteen to twenty minutes, when it was convenient, before hopping into the shower and going to sleep on our respective sides of the bed.
The process had grown routine with her lazily licking and barely sucking me to hardness until I developed a bit of pre-cum then rubbing my juices on her pussy for the requisite lubrication. After slipping into her sex, I'd developed a habit of ejaculating within five minutes because we hadn't had sex in a couple weeks. I attributed the tightness of her pussy to our lack of foreplay and an overall lack of vaginal stimulation. Before rubbing pre-cum on her pussy, I'd ask, if not beg to eat her pussy but she'd just respond, "No, I just want your cock in me." So rather than enjoying the many facets of sex, we'd evolved into a pretty unspectacular marital love life. As the saying goes, there is no such thing as bad sex, and while I agree, I certainly wanted it to be better for both of us!
We had always tried to keep 'dating' one another throughout our marriage, but it had grown mundane with dinner out followed occasionally by a movie or concert and sometimes we'd end up having the obligatory sex, while other times we just went to sleep. As a man, it was tough to come to terms with the idea that perhaps I no longer excited my wife, or that her hormones and libido had changed so drastically that sex was simply no longer a major priority.
One recent evening I asked Kelley if she'd like to go to a 'First Friday' event downtown for a date. I told her these events were like a block party in the business district, with live music, restaurants and food trucks serving patrons in the street, and all the boutiques selling items in their stores and along the sidewalk in front of their shops. Kelley said it sounded like fun, so we decided to leave around 7:00 p.m. When we arrived a crowd of people had already gathered and the music and different smells from all the restaurants created a great vibe. We found an open table and enjoyed a couple margaritas and ceviche as we talked and enjoyed the music. It was a perfect evening to sit outside and after a busy week, it felt great to relax with my bride doing something fun.
After a while, I suggested we walk through some of the tents that were set up so that we could check out some local artwork and the different things people were selling. I also thought Kelley might like to browse a couple boutiques and their display racks along the sidewalk. She agreed and along we went, hand in hand as we each sipped another margarita. When we entered one of the boutiques, Kelley asked me to hold her drink while she looked at the display. A young girl asked if Kelley needed help to which she responded, "I like this sundress, it's cute, but I don't see my size. Do you have similar dresses inside?"