My Wifes Awakening 1

About four years ago, my wife attended a wedding in Reno. Her best friend's daughter was getting married there. I was really busy, so my wife Joann, went on the quick trip by herself. Her flight had a two-hour layover each direction, so she had to leave early Friday morning. She was going to help her friend Jeanette with preparations that afternoon, and again on Saturday, then attend the wedding and reception Saturday evening. Because of the availability of flights, she wouldn't be getting home until about eight-thirty Sunday evening.

*I'm Ted, I am an average guy, five-nine tall, I weigh one-seventy, I have light brown hair. I work as a heavy equipment salesman, mainly for the rock and dirt industries.*

At that time, Jo and I had been married twenty-six years. We had started dating our senior year of high school. We got married when we were twenty, and had two children, a son, who was twenty-four and a daughter, twenty-two. Both of our children lived in different states; our son was married, our daughter was in college.

We had gone to high school together. Joann was a beautiful girl, and was very classy, I had always thought she was way out of my league. But one day I gathered enough courage to ask her out on a date; to my shock she agreed. Jo grew up in a very conservative family, which prided itself on maintaining a good appearance and reputation.

Jo and I, like all teenagers, kissed and made out, played around, learning and exploring, but it took nine months for me to finally get her naked. We were each other's first and gave each other our virginity. When I finally got Jo naked, I couldn't believe how lucky I was, as she was blessed with having a beautiful face, she also had an incredible body.

Which she still has, even today, she has kept in great shape by walking every day and going to the gym three times a week. Jo is five-seven tall, weighs one-thirty-five, and her measurements are still 37-26-38. Her B-cup tits sit high on her chest, still with very little sag, and are topped with big rubbery, very sensitive nipples. She has a flat tummy, a thin waist, and her hips flare out nicely; she has a cute bubble-butt, with very long, sexy legs, and between those legs, a cute little slit of a pussy. She always keeps her mound and pussy shaved so they feel smooth and soft.

We got married when we were twenty, our children were born and we raised our two wonderful kids, and we have always been reasonably happy. Jo had always told me that she was happy, although I had always thought I was not a very good lover, and wished I could be better, to give Jo more than I was able to.

Whenever Jo was traveling alone to visit our kids, relatives, or on business, we really missed each other. Sunday night, when Jo was flying home after her three-day trip to the wedding, I was anxiously awaiting her return. When she came into the house that evening, we hugged and kissed each other, and told each other how much we had missed each other. Jo told me about the wedding, and about how much she had enjoyed visiting Jeanette.

When I asked her about the reception, she said they had a really good band, and she had a great time.

Then she took my hand, and started pulling me towards the bedroom, she said, "Lets go fuck, I'm really horny!"

As we were headed for bed, we were getting rid of our clothes. Jo seemed so anxious, so horny--her burning desire was driving my own. We had not had sex for about a week, so naturally, I wanted sex-- but the way Jo was acting only fueled my desire, and our drive was feeding off each other. We were both naked by the time we were standing next to the bed. We hugged and kissed very passionately, our tongues wrestling with the others.

As we kissed, Jo reached between us, grabbing my dick, which was by then raging hard,"Get on the bed, I need this cock inside me."

That was the total extent of our foreplay. I climbed onto the bed, and lay down on my back; Jo followed me, threw her leg over me, gripped my extremely hard cock and guided it into her soaking-wet pussy, and then pushed her body, hard, down onto mine, driving my cock balls-deep into her needy twat.

Then like I had never heard her before, she loudly moaned, "Oh my God, fuck me."

Jo put her hands on my chest, and then, unlike any time before in our lives, she fucked me, hard, fast, and wild-- like she was possessed. Every thrust she made, she drove her body down on mine, getting my full length buried inside her. She was so driven, almost crazed with lust, that in less than a minute of fucking; she climaxed.

Totally unlike her, she screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my God, oh fuuuuuck!!!"

Her orgasm seemed to last forever.

Of course, her incredible lust-driven, fucking, and her screaming climax pushed me over the edge. With all of her muscles tensed, and her body shuddering as she sat on top of me, I grunted as my ass clenched, driving my cum through my throbbing cock, into her clenching, contracting pussy.

When her climax finally subsided, and her muscles started to relax, she lowered her body down on my chest. As our hearts finally slowed their pounding, and our breathing was returning to normal, I was wondering what had caused such arousal in my normally sexually subdued wife.

She had just experienced the most explosive, intense orgasm; that I had ever seen her have. She had just had that climax while we were fucking.

In our twenty-six years together, this was only the third climax she had ever had from just fucking. Over the years, I had always made her climax with my tongue, or fingers, or her vibrator--not from PIV (penis in vagina) intercourse.

*As I wrote before, I am not a good lover, I am not well-endowed, in fact, less than, and I lack stamina. I only last a few minutes before I cum. I have always wanted, and I have told Joann many times, that I would love to have her experience the pleasure a more well-endowed man, with a lot of stamina could give her. In fact, I have told her if she ever meets a man that she is attracted to, she has a free pass to have a sexual adventure with him.*

I had even reminded her of her free pass before she left for Reno. She had the same reaction that she had every time I ever mentioned her taking a lover-- she smiled, told me, that I was a pervert, that she would never do that, then kissed me.

Before, I didn't think that Joann had ever before cheated and fucked another man. But after that incredible show of her lust, and the amazing orgasm she had just experienced, I was starting to wonder if she had used her free pass in Reno. Strangely, I hoped so-- I felt a tingle in my dick.

After about ten minutes of Jo lying on top of me, with both of us just enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms,

Jo raised her head, and looked me in the eyes.

"Ted, I have to tell you about what happened in Reno."

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Joann

*For years, Ted has told me that if I ever felt attracted to another man, he wouldn't mind; in fact, he would like to see me have an adventure with a sexually superior man. My husband has always felt he is inadequate with his performance in our sex life; he thinks his penis is too small, and that he cums to fast to satisfy me.*

*Ted and I had watched some porn movies to add a little spice into our sex life. Even though they had excited me, I know that men with those huge penises are not the norm. From what I have read in magazines, Ted's penis is smaller than average, but I don't mind, I love his dick. Whenever he has lamented about his size, I have always told him it's perfect for me, and I had meant that. I have always loved to suck his dick, and I love the taste of his cum. Sometimes though I will get frustrated that he doesn't last very long before he cums during intercourse.*

*I love Ted, and other than these two shortcomings, he is a wonderful lover-- he is gentle and loving in bed, he spends a lot of time at foreplay, and whenever I need my release, he will make me climax with his fingers or mouth. Ted will even lick me to orgasm after we have fucked and he has cum inside of me. Sometimes, I will use my magic-wand, and he will suck on my tits, and fingerfuck me until I reach my climax.*

*I love Ted and would never do anything to hurt him. Even though he has pushed me to have a fling with another man. I am feeling so guilty,--I have to tell him about what had happened in Reno. *

I arrived in Reno a little before noon. When I was checking in at the Silver Legacy, Jeanette saw me, and she wanted us to have lunch together, so I tipped the bellhop and had him take my luggage to my room. Jeanette told me that she wasn't allowed to decorate the ballroom for the reception until tomorrow morning, but that everything should be okay; because she had gotten a couple of her relatives to help us.

We spent the afternoon talking and catching up on our lives. Jeanette and I became best friends when we were about ten years old. Then when we each got married, we were the other's mai-of-honor at our weddings. We had always shared our most intimate secrets with each other; though not so much anymore, as we lived a long ways apart, and very rarely got to really talk together on a personal level.

Jeanette had gotten divorced about six years previous. She told me that after about two years of moping around, she had discovered the joy of unbridled sex. She told me she was having so much fun, having sex with a lot of different men; she said she really enjoyed the men she had slept with who were really big. She hadn't realized it when she was married, but her ex-husband was small. She asked me about my love life, and I told her that it was good, but that Ted had feelings of being inadequate, and the reasons he felt that way.

Jeanette said, "You know variety really is the spice of life, and if you ever do get a chance to experience a man that is really big, do not pass it up."

I called her a slut, and we both laughed. We had a great afternoon, catching up and laughing, talking about old times.

Saturday morning, I put on my jeans and a T-shirt and at eight o'clock, I showed up at the ballroom, which was in an older building, at the edge of town. The ballroom was bigger than needed for the number of people invited to the reception. There were four of us who showed up to help Jeanette-- her aunt and uncle, a second cousin of hers, and myself. Jeanette introduced me to everyone as Joann, I told them to call me Jo. Jeanette assigned tasks, she asked me and her second cousin, his name was Scott, if we would set up the tables and chairs.

Scott was thirty years old, and was a good-looking kid--he was tall, maybe six-two, was also very strong, and kind of powerful looking. As we were setting up the tables, I noticed how strong he was, and when I mentioned that to him, he told me he worked in the oilfields in North Dakota.

Scott was funny, always joking around, laughing, and always smiling; he made me laugh. After a while, I realized that he was joking-flirting with me, I laughed and went along with it; I really didn't think much about it. I guess I felt flattered, but hell, he was just a kid joking around.

*You do know a woman can feel a man's eyes on her when he is checking her out. We know when a man starts wondering what we would look like naked, and wondering what we would be like in bed. Women like it when a man is checking us out, as long as they are not too obvious, or make obnoxious comments. Women are not stupid, we have some of the same thoughts, we just aren't obvious, we keep our looking and our thoughts discreet.*

The longer Scott and I worked together, the more he flirted with me, and I guess I was flirting with him. I didn't mean anything by it, he was just fun to be around. I could really feel his eyes on me, checking me out, especially when I was bent over picking something up; I liked his attention.

As we worked, occasionally, I caught myself checking Scott out. I noticed his big hands, and that he had wide shoulders and narrow hips. For a second, a thought crossed my mind--what would it feel like to have Scott between my legs and his body lying on top of me; Damn it, I got mad at myself, I was a married woman, a happily married woman, and what the hell was I doing thinking about a kid that way.

When we had all of the tables set up, Jeanette told us the tablecloths were in a big closet, down the long hallway, across from the washrooms. When Scott and I found the closet, the tablecloths were on a high shelf. We set up a ladder that was in there, and I climbed up two steps to retrieve them. As I reached up, I kind of lost my balance, and Scott threw his arms up to catch me.

The T-shirt I had worn that day was kind of a short one, and had pulled up as I reached up. When Scott grabbed me, it was on bare skin just above my jeans. After I got my balance back, I realized that Scott still had his hands holding my waist. I liked how good it felt to have his big rough hands on my bare skin, and I felt my clitoris tingle and my pussy get wet--really wet.

Scott must have liked touching my body; because he just kept his hands on me for what seemed like minutes, but was just a few long seconds. As we looked at each other, it was like a silent message was being sent through our eyes as they met. We laughed as Scott removed his hands.

I continued taking the tablecloths down and handing them to Scott. While still on the ladder, I was so embarrassed because I could smell the scent of my arousal emanating from my pussy, the arousal that had been caused by Scott's touch. I knew Scott could smell it too, as his head was less than a foot away from my crotch. That fucking Scott just made my embarrassment worse, by having a big grin on his face.

We had just finished putting the tablecloths on, when sandwiches, which Jeanette had ordered, arrived. We ate lunch, then Scott and I set up all the chairs. Jeanette left after lunch to help her daughter get ready. We were all done by two o'clock, and as we got ready to leave, Scott gave me a close hug, and brushed his lips along my neck, as he whispered in my ear that he would see me that evening. As I walked out to my taxi, I realized my panties were wet again.

When I got back to my room, I took my clothes off, and lay down to take a nap. Lying there, I thought about Scott's hands on me, and my clit tingled; I reached down to rub it, and when I rubbed my fingers over my lips, I moaned. I was very wet and slick with my juice, as I rubbed my clit with my arousal lube. I felt guilty, like I was cheating on my husband, by giving myself pleasure, while thinking about another man. I stopped myself from touching my clit anymore. Fuck, I thought, what the hell was wrong with me?

I woke up at four o'clock, the wedding was at six. I was taking a shower; I was happy and humming,. I was shaving my legs, I had done a really good job. Then for some reason, I shaved my whole lower body, I did an especially clean shave around my pussy; and my mound. When I climbed out of the shower, I saw my reflection in the mirror.

I spoke to myself, "What the fuck is going on with you, girl, you're married."

I always had a tan, either from the sun, or sunbed, so l didn't need to wear nylons. I put on a nice pair of panties and a matching bra. I wore a black pleated skirt that was about two inches above my knees, and my top was a thin form-fitting sweater. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good for a forty-six-year-old mother of two.

It was a nice wedding; from where I took a taxi to the reception. I stopped outside the door, I didn't think why, but I reached to my waist and pulled my skirt up a few more inches--too short for an old married woman--and I smoothed my sweater back out. I opened the door, and walked in.

There were not very many people there yet. I looked around, and then I saw Scott sitting at a table in the corner. He had a big smile on his face, and was waving me over. I smiled, and started towards him.

Scott stood up, as I began to walk over to him. I noticed, that he was staring at my legs as I strode over. When I got there, he hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. Then he stepped back, and looked me up and down.

"Damn, Joann, you look hot."

I smiled at him, and made a point of looking him up and down, with just a quick glance at his crotch. Honestly, it was the first time I had looked, and I could see a nice bulge in his slacks. I felt my panties dampen.

I smiled, "Thank you Scott, you clean up pretty good yourself."

We sat down and we talked, I wouldn't remember what we talked about, but I did notice that we were touching each other's arms a lot, as we talked. Scott got us drinks; he was so funny, and kept me laughing. After the toasts to the bride and groom were complete, the band started playing; we had another drink, I was feeling good. I was really having a lot of fun.

Scott asked me if I wanted to dance, then he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He put his arms around my lower back, and I put mine around his neck. As we danced, I felt so comfortable, I laid my head on Scott's hard chest. It was a wonderful feeling being in his strong arms, our bodies so close together, and he smelled so good, so manly.

After our dance, we went back to our table and sat down. Jeanette came over to visit me, and we talked for a long time, as we hadn't gotten to see each other that much.

When she stood up, she gave me a big smile, then said, "I am so glad you could come to Ann's wedding. I realize that you don't know anybody here, but I can see that Scott is taking good care of you." Then she winked at me.

After Jeanette had walked away, Scott asked me to dance again, I stood up quickly, I was anxious to be close to him, and feel his arms around me. As we danced, I started wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms, and this close to him, if we were both naked, feeling his strong body next to mine.

Walking back to the table, my panties were soaking wet. After we sat down, reality hit me--what the hell was I doing? Here I was a forty-six-year-old, married woman with two grown children, lusting after a thirty-year-old kid. Christ, he was only six years older than my son.

I looked at him, "Scott, what are you doing here with me? This room is full of young, beautiful girls, and you're sitting here with an old married woman."

Scott looked in my eyes, laid his hand on my bare thigh, and said, "Joann, you are the most attractive and sexiest woman in this whole room; in fact, I want you... more than any woman I have ever known."

Then he leaned over and kissed me...

My pussy gushed with my arousal, "Oh Scott!!! Fuck, let's go dance."

He held my hand, and we walked out to the dance floor. I was so confused, so frustrated; what the hell was I going to do? As we danced, Scott held me close. I looked up at him to say something, and he leaned his head down and kissed me.

I let him. In fact, I kissed him back.

In just seconds, our mouths opened and our tongues were greeting each other's, and doing their own dance. Then I felt Scott's cock grow hard against my tummy. Jesus, it felt so big. Right then, my dilemma was decided.

I broke our kiss, and said, "Let's get out of here."

We stopped by the table to grab my purse, as I led Scott to the door by his hand. I saw Jeanette watching us, she gave me a huge smile and a wave as we went out the door. We caught a taxi, just as we got to the street, I told the driver, "The Silver Legacy," and we resumed our kiss.

Even though I had made my decision that I was going to fuck Scott, I kept thinking about my husband, I didn't want to cheat on Ted. Then I remembered all his talk about my 'free pass', and how he had always said he would like me to have an adventure with a more well endowed man, and from what I had felt on the dance floor, Scott was... more well endowed-- way, way more well endowed. I told myself Ted would be okay with me fucking Scott.