A SLUT REBORN
We were 36 yrs old and acted 56.
Don't get me wrong, our lives were good, even great. The only two children we had, Dana and Denise, were twins and planning on moving to the dorm at college this year. The last eighteen years had been good to all of us. I was the regional vice president of a large multinational corporation and we lived well, with enough money to do what we wanted. One of the luxuries we enjoyed was to have Sherry be a stay at home Mom. So she could, and did, and we all reaped the benefits of it.
Young to be in my position, I had accomplished it with ease, through the over abundance of brains allocated to me at birth, through no fault of my own. But you know what they say about us brainy types. Along with the smarts comes a healthy sex drive. In my case certainly true, I did have a strong libido. Not so my lady, as the girls grew up, things had slowed down in our bedroom.
One of the things that gave me hope for the near future was the girls were going to be out of the house and in college. I knew they wanted to get out from under our parental rules and spread their wings. Their mother kept a close eye on them, not stifling, but watchfully always there. If they had known what her sex life was like at eighteen they would have been shocked and more than a little empowered in their own experimentation with sex. When we were at their age we were really just starting our lives together, and we were insatiable. We made love constantly, everywhere, and with great delight no holds barred. Both of us were inventive in our lovemaking; we had some wild times.
Even though we married early and got pregnant quickly, our lusty love was so strong nothing seemed to slow us down. While Sherry was big and preggers, I delighted in her heavy breasts, spooning behind her, and caressing her swollen belly, as I stroked my cock inside her. She breastfed the twins, and for months I took my share of her mothers milk. She loved to have me nursing with the kids, and was constantly turned on by it, her nipples very sensitive and sending streaks of desire, straight through her to her pussy. Me, I was in heaven. We were young, in love, and drenched in plain old physical lust.
The girls, our babies, cemented our love, and made it stronger. Together we raised them from toddlers to teens. I stayed involved as much as it was possible to be when I wasn't working. The change came slowly over the years, as the girls grew and got older. Sherry became Mom. And Mom wasn't the sexual dynamo Sherry used to be. Sex, although Sherry was always willing, became a duty, almost unimportant to her. She was not the firecracker I married. It was like she left herself, her needs and desires, to become just Mom.
The girls were happy, healthy, athletic, beautiful young ladies. Sherry was vibrantly alive, very happy, but tuned down sexually a notch to me. How could I not be happy too, we had a wonderful family. I had a beautiful, fit, lovable wife, who loved me, but I wanted my lusty wife back. The one I married. The thought of cheating, leaving my family, my wife, never crossed my mind. Doing something to light the fire back in my bride did. I spent considerable time researching and came up with a place and a plan. When the girls were safely in school, I would treat Sherry to a special vacation.
Dana came bouncing into our bedroom and said, "Come on you guys, we need to get on the road." And promptly turned and yelled at her sister to hurry.
Sherry was packing the last of our things for our one night stay in their college town. We were taking them to the dorm for school. She looked at me and grinned, "That girl will be up on her toes when she's 50 yrs old I swear."
It was true. Both girls were a bundle of energy but Dana was the runner. She was never still. Denise, less gregarious, would look at her with exasperation sometimes as Dana would demand her participation, but would always acquiesce, go along, as is the way with twins. They were, for the differences in their natures, very close to each other, virtually inseparable. That gave Sherry and I a lot of confidence in their combined strength, to deal initially with whatever trials they might face away from home. If more were needed, it wouldn't take me long, and I could be by their sides.
They were growing up into young women, but it was hard to let go. We've always been a close knit family, and this would be the first time for them to be away from us, for any length of time. There was always the phone, and sure it would be used, but it's not like being there, immediately, in person during crisis.
Now it was Denise's turn. "Mom, Dad, you ready to go?" she said with a soft smile, looking at her Mom first, then at me.
Sherry looked at her and grinned, "The evil munchkin sent you didn't she?"
Denise laughed. "Come on, give me a bag. If we don't show soon, she may leave without us."
I put my arms around her laughing with her, "Don't let her wear you out kiddo. You're going to be the only brake she has at school, you know that?"
Denise hugged me tightly. "I know Dad, and that scares me just a little bit. It's not like she's going to do anything really radical, but God, .....sometimes!"
From the front of the house came an enthusiastic whistle. "Come on slow pokes! We're going to be late!"
Sherry started shooing us out the door. "Guess we better get in gear. The train's loading and the conductor is anxious."
We got the girls settled in their dorm. There were no dry eyes when we left, mine included. In typical Dana fashion, she launched herself at me, wrapping her body around me in a tight hug. Her lips found mine in a quick, hard kiss and then pressed her face to the side of mine.
"I love you Daddy," she whispered.
"I know you do baby, I love you too." I released her to her Mama as Denise came to me and hugged me. She kissed me as we exchanged tearful goodbyes. We wouldn't see our girls until the first holiday, that they could come home on. But I suspected we'd be making some trips up for weekend dinner parties too.
They turned and ran, all smiles again, anticipating what was ahead of them. We headed for the car to get ourselves sorted out for the evening. In the car, Sherry snuggled up close, and put her arms around me. "They'll be all right won't they John? I didn't like all the boys staying in the same dorm with them."
"Babe, they've at least put them on separate floors. And they've got, what do they call them, monitors?" My daughters have been young women for some time now. Noticing their full breasts and taut bodies as they hugged me was always a sweet torture; for the lust I felt, and the guilt it brought.
Sherry snorted, "Like that's going to make a big difference. Stairwells are just stationary exercise machines at their age. Gives them a good excuse to be on them. And I bet you right now you could find a way around the monitors easy enough."
I grinned picturing the trouble I could get in with that setup. "Well, they are on the pill, and we know they are sexually active. It's gonna happen no matter the living arrangements. We just gotta trust their judgment, and hope for the best. You know how many times I've heard an old guy say he was surprised, now that he lived through the things he did in his youth? We all have to live through those years."
"I know," Sherry sighed. "I just wish I could be a fly on the wall sometimes."
"No you don't," I laughed. "They would catch you, stick you in a jar, throw a pillowcase over it, and call me. They don't need Mom right now."
We checked into the motel for the night and went to find a good restaurant to have supper. I bought a good bottle of red wine to go with the pasta we ordered, and we finished it with our meal. We were in a college town full of beautiful girls, by the time we reached the room I was horny, and as usual Sherry was not. She fell asleep quickly, and I was left to molest myself. I couldn't help but play with her beautiful breasts, and she wiggled closer back against me, and slept on. Boy, I really needed to relight the fire I knew was in her...... and like I said, I had a plan.
The next morning I woke to Sherry stroking my morning wood, and chewing on my ear. I couldn't remember the last time she woke me up like this. She lifted a leg over me, and settled herself down on me to the hilt.
"Well, this is more like it," I said with a big grin.
"I know you were wanting me last night, but I just couldn't stay awake. Too much wine I think." We moved together in the age old rhythm, and came soon after. Nothing earth shaking, but at least satisfying.
Sherry kept me inside her, and lay on my chest as I hugged her. "I'm really looking forward to our trip babe," I said. "The short cruise out to the island, then two weeks of fun in the sun with other like minded couples."
"It's the like minded couples I'm not clear about," Sherry said. "What's that mean anyway?"
"Well, mostly carefree, maybe a little nudity on the beaches.....stuff like that," I said. "I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you on the beach topless sweetie. We might even make love in the sun."
This was the first time I had even hinted about a more risqué than normal vacation. I held my breath to see what would come next.
Sherry scrunched up her nose at me. "Topless? Really? Me?"
"Babe! You still have pretty much the same hard body you had in your twenties. I can't wait to act like we're twenty years old again." We both had kept up with ourselves physically. To keep up with our athletic girls, and not feel left out, we had had to.
"But my boobs sag," Sherry said.
"Baloney. What little sag those melons have only accents their loveliness. I think you know that too. Your tits are still very fine."
Sherry did know that. She could look in the mirror, and still be very pleased with the way her body looked. It still felt good to hear John say it though. A small smile played on her lips. "If I go topless, what will you do?"
"Why babe, of course, I'll go topless with you," I said laughing.
Sherry bit his ear, pinched a nipple and squeezed him tightly.
"Okay, we'll figure something out," I breathed. "If you want to see a nude beach, then we'll go see a nude beach."
"We'll see," Sherry said, shaking her head with a grin.
