Changes to our routine
We settled back into our normal workweek lives, but there was a difference. Every day, I couldn't wait to be with her again, and was always elated when I got home. Margret was always there waiting for me, which may seem like something odd to say, but until this past weekend, I usually came home to an empty house. It seems there was always a note on the counter about someplace she was at or doing something with this friend or that. She had even gotten into a few community activist groups, and volunteered a lot of her time with them.
She had always left something for me to eat, and the house was always spotless, and I had no complaints. Unless, of course it was the lack of actually being with the woman I loved. Sex was almost always an afterthought, I guess due to the lack of time we spent together. I had missed that in our lives. Not the physical release so much, but the emotions and tender moments. Those special moments that made the difference between sex and love. Don't get me wrong. Sometimes it was great just to fuck for the sake of having sex with no other motive or feelings, other than raw hard sex.
I was surprised to find her car in the garage when I got home Tuesday. This was usually the day for her community improvement society, or some foolish thing like that. Over the past year, those meetings had seemed to run longer and longer up to the point of her coming home at, or around midnight. I wasn't happy about it, and when I confronted her about it, we had gotten into some hot and heavy discussions. Just two weeks ago, it had been so bad that I slept in the guestroom. It was three days before we got back on somewhat of an even keel.
My wife greeted me at the door with a bright smile and a cold beer. She was dressed, or more like undressed in just a pair of cutoff shorts. Her nipples were hard and pointing right at me, almost like a pair of eyes. The thing that really stood out in my mind though was her hair. It seemed to be a tangled mess, which was odd because Margret had always taken great pride in her blonde locks. Hell. When I looked closely, it appeared that she hadn't even bothered with makeup today. It was just a little odd to see her like this.
"Thanks dear." I said. "I thought Tuesday was your community something or other meeting day."
"It is, but I wanted to be here and surprise you when you got home today."
"I have to admit, you succeeded at that. And topless to boot!"
She shook her firm tits at me and said, "I thought you might like to see these when you walked through the door. Do you want to eat dinner, shower or play with my tits while you enjoy your beer?"
What a question! I set my beer on the table, and took her firm tits in my hands and squeezed them. Margret closed her eyes, and leaned in to my chest. I had both of her nipples in my fingers and was pinching and rolling them, when she leaned up to kiss me. Her lips pressed against mine, and I felt her tongue slipping into my mouth. I groaned and felt my cock start to get harder. Then something hit me. She tasted strange. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she tasted different than normal. Perhaps it was the combination of what I had for lunch, the beer, and whatever she had eaten, but I didn't dwell on it. I had the funny feeling though, that I had tasted it before on her mouth, but couldn't place what it was.
Margret interlocked her fingers behind her head, thrusting her breasts forward, offering them to my willing fingers. I resumed playing with and teasing her hard nipples, and she moaned. I saw her body shiver just a little bit, and then she suddenly pulled away. She had a lusty look in her eyes, and smiled that delightfully evil smile of hers.
"That's enough for you for now big boy. It's time for me to have my treat!"
She dropped to her knees, and went for my belt. This was getting more interesting by the second. She pulled my pants down around my ankles and my underwear followed. When my cock sprang free, she licked her lips and grinned like the cat who swallowed the canary.
"Get these off and go sit on the couch." She demanded
I stepped out of my crumpled pants and underwear and sat on the cool leather of the couch. Margret knelt before me and pushed my knees apart. First she blew across the head of my dick and then she flicked it with her tongue. She giggled as she watched it bob up and down each time she flicked it. Her lips touched the head of it, and she lovingly kissed it.
Margret's fingers had been busy caressing my balls, and then she started licking my cock like an ice cream cone. I marveled at how my wife was literally making love to my dick. At last, her mouth engulfed me and she took about half of it in. Now I'm no long John hung like a horse guy, so her doing that wasn't much out of the normal. My seven inches had always seemed to fit comfortably in her mouth like it was right now. I never had the desire to have it in any further, because the act needed to be comfortable for both people. I guess what I'm getting at is that she wasn't deep throating me. It was just a very nice blowjob.
Forgetting about my beer, I closed my eyes and let my wife work her magic on me. The way she was going at it, I knew the end would be soon. Margret seemed to know it too, and she abruptly stopped touching me.
"Ok. That's all you get for now. Let's go eat dinner."
"Awe come on! Please don't leave me hanging baby!" I pleaded.
"Nope. Dinner is getting cold. Your dink will have to be patient."
That was the first time she ever referred to it as a dink, but I didn't give it much thought. I really wanted to give her my cum, but I would have to wait... I guess. I was about to put my pants back on, when she stopped me. The way she stopped me was to grab my hard dick and pull me towards the kitchen. I didn't resist.
I sat down in my chair and watched my topless wife put supper on the table. We had a nice tossed salad and lasagna with garlic bread. It is very erotic eating dinner with no pants on while across the table from you is a very hot topless blonde woman just oozing sexuality.
"I bet your wondering about all this." Margret said.
"I have to admit, the thought did cross my mind."
"I have been talking to Donna about how our marriage had been going, and she told me that her and Bill had hit a similar spot in theirs about the same time. She told me what they did to get through the rough spots. I'm not saying we have rough spots, just that it has gotten a little stale. I'm sure you think so too, don't you?"
"I think I recall you mentioning it a few years ago, and yes. I did think things were not what they used to be." I replied.
Donna and Bill were close friends, and my wife was really best friends with Donna. We had met them through one of those community things Margret was in to. They were about ten or twelve years older than us, but were really great people, and fun to be with. Bill had that horseshoe pattern bald thing going on and a little bit of a belly, very soft-spoken and laid back. His wife was just the opposite. Donna had a vivacious, bubbly personality and she was a true pleasure to be around. Her smile and laughter could brighten any room she was in.
Even though she was in her late forties, she had a fantastic body. Firm round breasts, a nice ass, and long, long shapely legs. She wore her brunette hair just off her shoulders, and had the most captivating green eyes.
"Anyway. I was talking to her last Tuesday, and she told me some of the things they did. She didn't go into a lot of detail, and I thought I would look on line and see if there was anything there. You wouldn't believe the things I found that people were doing to spice up their marriages." Margret said.
"I can just imagine what people will do."
