I want to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching all the errors I never see. So sit back with your favorite beverage as see how a husband tries to spice up his marriage with alarming results.
Chapter One: Letting the genie out of the bottle.
As I walked out of my house I knew I only had myself to blame. It's not like I hadn't seen it coming, I was just too naïve and thought I could manage it and now it might just be too late. If I stayed on the fringe I could control it and it would be alright, but I wasn't in control my wife just let me think I was.
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself, so let me back it up a bit. I won't bore you with how two wide-eyed twenty year olds got married seventeen years ago. How or why we had Chelsea and David in the first four years of our marriage or when we first noticed that our lives started to get a little mundane. But I will share with you what we did, or should I say, tried to do.
Peg and I had been married for sixteen years. We were both secure in our jobs, made more than enough money and were basically happy. The kids were no longer babies and with the exception of taking them to either dance or soccer, they were becoming pretty self-sufficient. We all had dinner together as a family whenever possible and still looked forward to our summer vacations. Life as I knew it was pretty good, that is until I did something really stupid.
Peg and I had just finished making love and it had taken me forever to get her off tonight. As we lay there next to each other, Peg fired the first shot.
"Ron, I didn't think I'd ever climax tonight," Peg told me wiping the sweat from her forehead. "If it hadn't been for your talented tongue, I never would have made it."
"That's my job, I aim to please," I said with a stupid grin on my face, luckily the room was dark.
"Some times I just need a little extra push to put me over the top and tonight was one of those nights. I was probably just too tired or stressed," she continued.
"Babes, it you ever want me to do something a little different, just ask," I told her.
"You know I don't like to talk when we're doing it."
"Well, we're not doing it now, what could I have done to get you off quicker or made it better for you?" I asked.
Now I've done it, I've started something I only found out later would put my happy marriage in the shitter. I was opening up Pandora's Box and never realized how much trouble I was getting myself into by trying to be the loving and caring husband.
"Well if you're really interested," she replied.
"Babes I want to give you as much pleasure as I can. That's why they call it love making. I'll do anything you want."
So for the next thirty minutes Peg went into great detail on what was and had been wrong with my performance over the last fifteen years.
"You had to ask didn't you," the voice in my head echoed over and over again.
"Is there anything I'm doing right?" I asked after she finished, now more than a little concerned. "It took you fifteen years to tell me that I suck in bed," I said sitting up.
"Now your angry," she said reaching for me. "You asked me remember? And, you don't suck in bed. You get me off every time and I was just telling you what you could do to get me off even more. Ron, I love you and I love making love with you. Forget everything I just said," Peg told me.
"Now that would be a good trick," I told her. "I asked what I could do to improve our sex lives and you were honest enough to tell me, and I thank you for that even though it was a little difficult to hear. I never want you to be afraid to tell me anything. How else can we grow closer, if you're afraid of hurting my feelings," I said kissing her and giving her a big hug.
We went to the bathroom to clean up. I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash and cleaned Peg's pussy juice off my dick and we went back to our bed. We cuddled together before falling asleep. Well one of us fell asleep, and the other one of us spent the next seven hours starring at a black ceiling wondering why the hell he'd opened up his damn mouth. Ignorance was bliss, now what was I supposed to do?
"You ok?" Peg asked me at breakfast. "I woke up a couple of times last night and you were still up. I hope what I said didn't keep you up all night. I told you to just forget about what I said Ron," she kind of pleaded with me now like she knew she'd opened up a can of worms.
"It's all right hon, it just gave me something to think about," I said kissing her and heading out to work.
I was useless for the next three days both at work and home. I was in a daze and even my boss asked what was wrong with me.
"Nothings wrong Dan, I'm working on that new profile and it's not coming out the way I'd like," I told him. "But don't worry, I'll get it."
"Well, don't get too stressed out about it, I want my happy go lucky Ron back next week," he told me as he headed out for the weekend.
"That guy died Wednesday night," I thought to myself as I got ready to head out myself. Since Wednesday night I hadn't even asked for sex from Peg. I just kept thinking about what she'd said and that's all I now thought about.
"I hope you get your issues worked out by Monday," my sectary Karin said as she passed by my desk. "We've got two customers coming in next week and I'm going to need you here mentally not just physically," she told me.
"I'll try," I told her.
"What the hells your problem? I haven't seen you this down since we lost that contract last June. With the new business you've brought in this year, you should be walking on air," she told me.
"Karin, can I ask you a personal question with out you screaming sexual harassment and me losing my job?"
"Just a second," she said as she walked into my office and shut the door. "No use getting anyone else involved. Ok, shoot."
"Alright, and this is just between the two of us right? No husbands, friends or cohorts ok?"
"My lips are sealed," she replied.
"After our love making session Wednesday, Peg told me she doesn't get off every time we do it. That sometimes she just fakes it after I finish. That she enjoys it more when I give her oral sex because there's no pressure on her to please me and it's driving me nuts," I told Karin.
"Ron, it takes a lot for a woman to get off especially when we get older. There has to be a lot of foreplay, we've got to be in the right frame of mind and even then sometimes I can't get there. Thank God I've got an understanding husband and an eight inch long vibrator," she said with a laugh.
"All right," I blushed. "This was way more information than I expected."
"We have nights that are just for him and other nights just for me. We do massages, watch a little porn and fantasize with each other. Ron, we spice it up and make it new, that way our lovemaking doesn't get stale. And hell, we're almost ten years older than you and Peg. So stop off, get a bottle of wine and some massage oil and have at it. Just so you're here Monday morning, bright and early ready to kick ass and take names," she told me.
"Thanks Karin I really appreciate it," I told her. "And remember mums the word."
And that's what I did. I grabbed two bottles of wine and stopped off at Walgreens and picked up some scented massage oil on the way home.
"Hi babes," I greeted my wife and gave her a peck as I put the wine in the refrigerator and headed upstairs to our bedroom to change and put the massage oil away until later tonight. Little did I realize my wife had followed me into the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
"Ron, I feel ever since Wednesday you've been avoiding me and we're not as close. Last night I wanted to fool around and when you said you were too tired I wanted to cry because I knew it was a lie. I love you Ron and now I'm kicking myself for saying anything to you. Can we go back to Tuesday night when we were dumb and happy?" Peg said giving me a hug.
"I know I've been a little preoccupied with what you said, but I asked remember? And I do want to make it better for you, and that starts tonight," I told her. "So be prepared for me to knock your socks off tonight," I told her. Well I hoped anyway.
After dinner and dishes, the kids were on their own and Peg and I, wine in hand, retire to our bedroom. After a sensual couples shower and a few glasses of wine, we lay on the bed kissing and feeling each other up. When I felt she was well into the mood, I told her to lie on her stomach and retrieved the oil from my nightstand.
The oil had a lilac smell to it and I had lit four scented candles in the room. With both of us naked, I began pouring oil over her back and ass. I rubbed the warm oil into her soft skin, massaging her muscles and caressing the rest of her for the next twenty minutes as Peg cooed beneath my hands. I dragged my hands between her butt cheeks and cupped her pussy before slipping in a finger or two once in a while as Peg now hugged her pillow.
"Ron, this feels heavenly," Peg said shifting ever so slightly as I massaged her butt cheeks and eased in two fingers now into her pussy.
"I want you right now," she said lifting up her ass slightly so I would have better access to her pussy.
"Not tonight. This is about me pleasing you fully tonight. So just lie there and enjoy it," I told her as I licked and then bit her firm ass.
I worked her shoulders, back but mostly the sides of her breasts, ass and cunt. When I slipped my hands underneath and tweaked her nipples she raised her body up just enough so I could do a good job.
Peg was breathing hard and I knew I could climax her at any time, but I wanted more than that tonight. I was now working her pussy and clit with two fingers as she started to push back engulfing them completely. When I started rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks I thought she was going to lose it, so every time she got close I backed off. Finally I knew it was time to push her over the top.
I pulled Peg up on all fours as I continued to work her clit and pussy as she now moaned with my every touch. I put my face to her pussy and licked her slit making sure to encircle her clit with just the tip of my tongue as I now started moving a finger up and down between her ass cheeks. With my tongue in her snatch, a finger or two working her clit I started to rub her asshole.
