Sammy and Ken.
A short story of a dying marriage rekindled.
I have no idea how it had happened, but it had. Ok that's probably not completely true, I probably knew how it had it had happened, it had happened over time. I just didn't know why.
Ken had basically lost interest in me, sexually. I know he still loved me, but I think he no longer saw me as a sexual partner. To him I was his wife, his wife of ten long years. For the past four of those it was a near non-sexual relationship and it was wrecking our lives.
We argued a lot, and I mean a lot, and over such silly things. Looking back I think most of the arguments were started by me in a way to get attention. I can see now that it was the wrong way to go, but at the time I was so frustrated with him.
We had had two lovely twin daughters aged five but since their birth our bedroom activities had gone from seldom, to almost non-existent.
He had never had a huge sex drive really anyway to be honest, but when we did get it on, he was good, very good.
He was my first and only, he deflowered me in the back of an old Morris-minor 1000, his mums. It was not romantic, not even comfortable, but to me it was everything. I was a woman now and he had made me his woman. It didn't hurt like I had been told it would by my most of my girlfriends, I was told be ready for the pain but it was magical. He took it slow and had been so tender, so loving. He made me feel like a real woman and I fell in love with him, I knew I would be his forever from that night.
It turned me into a sex demon once I had had a taste of a hard cock between my legs, I absolutely loved it. I could not get enough of playing with it, sucking it, fucking it. For that first year our lovemaking was phenomenal, He awoke something in me on that back seat that has never gone away. Of course Ken loved it too and it must've flipped a switch in him, because he fucked me so good sometimes that I am sure I had blacked out with the orgasm. But like all good things, they don't last. Now we like many other married couples, safe, comfortable, predictable and mostly sexless.
He was...is, a strong powerful man. A firefighter and he played rugby for one of the local clubs, hitting the gym at least twice a week. Nobody but nobody pushed him around, or told him what to do and I liked that about him, it's what drew me to him and I felt safe on his arm. But now after ten years of marriage had let his physical side go a little and had the start of that dad-bod.
Ken had not touched me sexually in so long. We still kiss, but it's more like sister/brother kisses. I long to be swept into his arms and have him fuck me like we used to, tenderly or hard I don't care, I just need fucking.
I know he still has urges because I feel him get out of bed each night when he creeps into the kitchen or spare room with his laptop to relieve himself. He would rather give himself into a tissue than me and that hurts.
I have tried everything I know, which to be honest isn't that much as everything I have learnt, I have learnt from him. Sexy lingerie, stockings and heels, even porn. I get little or nothing back and it is depressing to feel rejected and not wanted.
Our girls take up most of our time, my time, and I am to tired most evenings but I still try. I also understand that Ken is tired, his job is very physically draining, but he still finds time to masturbate when he thinks I am sleeping. When he is gone from the bed I know what he is doing and the sites he visits, he is not half as clever as he thinks. He deletes his browser history but being a bit savvier than him on the techy stuff, I can retrieve most of it. I have found his tastes turning to stronger and weirder porn and fetish more over the last few months. More and more he visits female domination and bdsm sites.
So taking that as a cue, I even tried to take the lead by dressing more sexily for him when he comes home. I even bought cuffs, a sexy leather pencil skirt, four inch black patent heels and white satin blouse like I had seen in one of his secret movies. He told me to take it all off and dress more like a mum should. I was heartbroken and ran to my bedroom crying.
I started to confide in my best buddy Sandy, we have coffee together most mornings to gossip about this and that. We have known each other since primary school and I love her like a sister. I was surprised to learn that she had gone through the same with her husband John, I was even more surprised to learn how she got through it.
Sandy and I confided in everything at school, and later at college, we had a long history so were comfortable talking about anything. I had told her years ago of when and how Ken had taken my virginity and how much I cared for him. She in turn had told me of her many conquests and to put it bluntly, was a slut. She had had so many boys in her panties that by the age of 17 she stopped bothering to wear them at all.
Now, she also had two children, boys. They are couple of years older than my girls and are at the local school. Mine would be attending the same school next year and it would be nice to know that they would be looked after by her kids.
"Billy has a P.E. teacher. Sam, he is gorgeous." She said coyly, peeking over her mug. "And we...... well, you know."
I must have looked very puzzled because she repeated...... "You know....."
Naive as I am, I still didn't.
I raised my coffee cup to my mouth for a sip while I tried to get my head around what on earth she meant. It was when I had taken a mouthful that it hit me like a ton of bricks causing me to spit it over her kitchen table.
"Fuck!" I spluttered.
"Well that, and other things." She said matter-of-factly. Then a wry smile came over her face.
"What?....no way!"
I had to put the mug down before I dropped it. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Well, he fucked me here just two hours ago, if you must know." She said, patting at her crotch.
"Fuck Sandy, what do you think you are doing? John will kill you if he finds out.....divorce you! What about the kids? I know you have always liked a dick, but you are married now for fuck sake!"
That silly smile was still on her face only now it was turning into the full Cheshire cat grin.
"You are fucking with me, right? You are, you fucking bitch! You had me then, you old tart."
That smile had turned into a face wide manic grin now as she leaned into me and tapped the side of her nose, "John knows." She whispered.
If I hadn't have put my mug down, it would've shattered onto the tiles of her kitchen floor.
She cooly sat back into her chair, took another swig of her drink then said, "He enjoys it."
I sat in complete shock trying to gauge whether she was pulling my chain or for real. She took her phone out and scrolled through her library, then cooly tossed the phone over to me with a picture of a naked man standing at the foot of her bed with a hardon of monster proportions.
"Billy's teacher, Harvey." She said.
I gasped as I looked at it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.
"Scroll down. There are more." She said, taking another sip of coffee as calmly as if she was showing me her family holiday pictures.
The next had him holding that huge cock in his hand and there was still enough room to have another two hands on it and still have the mushroom head exposed. Each photo was his incredible torso and a cock in various poses. There was even one of her taking her boy/toy on all fours with John in her mouth. It was obvious now that John knew and even joined in, they were filmed here in her house but none had this teachers face exposed.
"Ugly is he?" I said, sarcastically. Why that had popped into my head I have no idea. Of all the things I could've said, why was it that?
She smiled across at me, "Actually he is ridiculously good looking, and as you can see, built like a fucking stallion."
I sat dumbfounded, but I found myself scrolling through dozens of explicit photos of this god of a man.
At last I looked up, "Really?"
She nodded back at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously over her cup.
"And john?" I asked.
"Yes, sometimes both."
"Fuck!" I breathed, sinking back into the cushion of the chair.
"Wanna see a video?"
"What, You film it too?"
"Of course, well, I don't..... John does."
She took the phone from my grasp, I felt like it was glued to my hand and I didn't want to let it go. She opened it to a movie file of her naked and bent over the this table, this very table that I was sitting at now drinking coffee. She was getting fucked hard from behind by this Greek god. I sat silent and spellbound, his muscles were rippling and twitching as her loud moans of extasy filled the quiet kitchen.
She reached over and grasped my chin closing my wide opened mouth.
"See, good isn't he."
I just nodded like a dumb animal unable to form a single coherent word, let alone a sentence. Eventually I managed to get out,
"And John, he likes you doing this? He is ok with it?"
She had that silly, weird grin still etched on her features. She tilted her head to one side raising her mug in a cheers gesture and winked at me nodding her head.
Over the next hour she told me of the perverted things she has done with him and has had done to her. She showed me more footage of her getting ploughed, this time on her marital bed. Even John going down on her in an act that is apparently called cleaning, after sex with the teacher.
I don't even remember how I got home, I must've been in a daze the whole walk back. Luckily the girls didn't need picking up for another hour or so, so my vibrator took a pounding when I got back.
I could not get the images of him out of my head all afternoon. The strength of him pounding her hard over and over, they took me to three orgasms by the time I had to leave for the girls.
That night I decided I would not take no for an answer. I needed fucking, I needed fucking badly.
Ken was due in around seven-ish, so I bathed the girls and got them ready for bed earlier than usual. I made sure they were tucked up and asleep before their dad came home. I dug out the leather skirt and heels, finishing the outfit with the sexy black silk stockings I had bought last year but never had the chance to wear. The satin blouse was opened just enough to show a peak of deep purple bra, enough to peak his curiosity, I hoped.
