This story is a companion piece to my story Brews & Brushes, which published a few days ago. This story is written in 1st person, from Faith's perspective, whereas Brews & Brushes was 3rd person primarily from the perspective of the husband, Larry. This story fills in a lot of the gaps from the first story and addresses many of the unknowns, giving you more insight into the overall plot. There are some duplications of dialog at certain points here and there. I tried to make this story able to stand alone, and not just regurgitate everything from the first version. You don't have to have read Brews & Brushes to be able to follow along in this story, but it helps.
There is very little sex in this one, as most of the sex scenes are in the original story. There are some sexual situations in this one that you didn't know about in the first story.
After reading this, maybe you'll understand why Larry did what he did at the end of Brews & Brushes.
Maybe not.
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Chapter 1
My life has been blessed, and I've been one of the most fortunate people I know. I have had a wonderful marriage to an incredible man. I raised a beautiful, intelligent daughter into a wise, caring and exceptional woman. I nearly lost it all, because of my foolishness and stupidity. I came very close to losing everything, including myself.
My name is Faith Mitchell. I'm forty-five years old and am married to my husband of twenty-plus years, Larry. We have a daughter, named Tina, who just recently graduated from college and is engaged to be married. Larry and I live in a small town, between Dallas and the border with Oklahoma, in an old Victorian home what we converted into a combination art gallery and brewery, called Live Oaks.
I'm the artist of the family and Larry is the brewer. This is our second career. Previously, Larry was a commercial real estate tycoon, and I was a stay-at-home mother and homemaker. Not to brag, but we don't need to work. We created Live Oaks because art was my passion and brewing was Larry's. We thought it was a way where we could work together and do the things we've always wanted.
As we dove into our new venture, Larry and I found ourselves at home, together all the time. This was very unusual for us because, during the years that Larry worked in real estate, he was rarely home. Back then, intimacy had declined, and our sex was in our version of the Dark Ages. As we pursued our passions, it entered a Renaissance of sorts.
We became like newlyweds, romantically and sexually. We did things we'd never thought of in our youth and enjoyed sex frequently and in many exciting and playful ways. We were best friends, lovers, and loving companions. We were also completely faithful. Not once had we ever considered having a threesome or being sexual with another person.
I have to admit that it has always been one of my fantasies to have sex with multiple people. I love to show off my body and being admired and flirted with gets me very excited. I was never overly tempted to take things too far, but because I knew I wouldn't cheat, I could explore flirting and teasing fairly freely and openly.
Larry always enjoyed me being frisky and would get excited when I showed off a bit of flesh here and there. He would encourage me to do it, to a point, then when he was too turned on, he would ravish me. It made for incredible foreplay.
I was surprised one day when Larry suggested something fun to try.
"So, I heard about this game some couples play, to add some spice to their sex lives," he explained slowly, over a couple of his stronger pale ales. "Want to hear about it?"
"Sure," I told him, but inwardly I was concerned that he thought our sex life wasn't already spicy enough.
"So, it's like our version of fantasy island," he explained.
I laughed and asked him which of us was Tattoo.
"Neither actually," he said, then continued to explain. "What we do is, each of us writes down several simple fantasies or sexual things we would like to experiment with. We put them into a cookie jar, then once a week, or whenever we want, we take turns pulling one out and then we do it."
I liked the sound of his idea and told him. However, I had a few concerns. "What if we don't like the thing what's written down?" I asked him, "Do we have to do it? I mean, say you put down you want me to run through the mall naked."
Larry grinned. I could see the little wheels in his head picturing me running naked through Stonebriar. "Well, we could always have the right to veto a fantasy if it exceeds our limitations," he said. "But, we should only veto something if it's just completely outrageous. I mean, we wouldn't have anything so radical in there anyway, would we?"
"I suppose you're right," I said, nodding. However, I could think of some fantasies that I had always wanted to do that I was not sure Larry would agree to it. "I suppose we should only put things in there if we feel they're something we would both want to do."
"No," he corrected me, "you don't have to limit them that much. I think it is safe to push the boundaries somewhat. That's what makes it exciting. But, I mean, within limits, of course."
"Of course," I agreed. "So, should we have two cookie jars? One would be for you to put your ideas in, and one for me to put mine in. Then, each time, we could alternate who gets to draw? But, we could choose to draw from our own or the other person's."
"That sounds perfect," he said, smiling at my suggestion.
So, we set it up, and each of us put ten fantasy ideas on little slips of paper of the same length and put them in our jars. My fantasies were mostly tame things that I knew Larry would enjoy. I kept my secret fantasies as secrets, even with this game. Maybe I could gradually work up to some of them, depending on how the game went. But for then, I didn't feel comfortable revealing them. At the last minute, I changed one of them into something that pushed the envelope.
It said: "Faith sucks off another man, while Larry watches."
In all the times we played the game, it never came out. Most of what came out from mine were things like, "Faith flashes her tits to other people," "Faith goes shoe shopping in a short skirt without panties," or "Faith sucks Larry's cock in a public restroom."
Larry's fantasy slips included: "Faith licks Larry's ass," (which I vetoed), "Faith lets Larry fuck her in the ass," (which I allowed and enjoyed, much to my surprise), "Larry eats a creampie from Faith's pussy after fucking her." That last one was hot. So, Larry's fantasies opened up our sexual exploration to new things while mine mostly had me being a flirty, teasing wife.
Every so often, we would add more fantasies into the jars to replace the ones we had used. It was a fun part of our sex life, and we played the game frequently, often drawing one item from both jars and finding creative ways to combine them.
It was on a day like that where we embarked on a new phase of our sexual adventures. A part of our business was a weekly painting party that we called Brews & Brushes. We would have people come to our home where we taught them how to paint a simple piece while we fed them well and plied them with copious amounts of Larry's best brews. I always liked to dress provocatively. However, on the day of one of these parties, we drew fantasies.
Mine said, "Faith dresses in revealing clothes with no underwear and flashes people in public."
Larry's said, "Faith sucks Larry's cock while other people are around and could catch them."
"Well," I said, after having read both fantasies, "I think we should combine these tonight at the Brews & Brushes party. I'll dress in a short skirt and see-through, low-cut blouse, with no bra or panties. Throughout the night, I'll give little flashes of tittie or thigh. Then, at some point, we go into the storage room, and I'll blow you."
"Damn," Larry said. I could tell he was already hard. "That sounds like a perfect plan."
Well, we did it. I was embarrassed and blushed from head to toe as the people arrived. I had to greet them by the door, and I know my nipples were hard and pushed out through the thin fabric. In the right light, my top became very translucent, so I know they got plenty of great shots of my breasts and nipples. I would also bend over a lot to get things. All night long, I could feel all the eyes of the men and some of the women on me. I noticed more than one unusually large bulge in the men's pants.
About halfway through the class, I went over to the little bar where Larry poured his beers and asked my husband to help me get some paints down from a shelf in the storage room. He followed me, his slacks tenting way out in front. I'm surprised nobody noticed his erection.
We went inside, and I closed the door, immediately dropping to my knees and pulling his swollen member out of his pants. He was extremely hard and almost too excited. There was a large wet spot in his underwear, and it had even leaked out onto the front of his pants. I sucked him like the hungry slut I was, and within seconds he groaned and blew his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, but wanted more, badly. It was all I could do to make it through the rest of the class.
