After nearly 25 years of marriage our sex life had become more and more conservative and predictable. Somewhere along the way the woman who indulged many of my fantasies and kinks had grown more and more plain vanilla in her sexual preferences.
I fondly recall in years past suggesting that we fill a condom with water and freeze it and watching her go upstairs, return with a condom, fill it with water from the kitchen sink, tie the end to prevent leaks and put it into the freezer. I remember watching her fill the condom with a fair amount of water and telling her that water expanded when it froze and her telling me that she knew that and seeing the twinkle in her eyes that let me know she was looking forward to feeling the icy dildo inside of her pussy. Watching her fuck herself to orgasm with the frozen condom was always a turn on as was fucking her after while the walls of her pussy were still chilled from the icy dildo.
I remember sending her out to the sporting goods store to buy a ping pong paddle to use on her lovely ass and later sending her to the adult store to buy a whip. She returned with a black leather flogger that we still have to this day.
I used to tell her to go to the bedroom, get the flogger and the ropes and to strip naked. I would then tie her feet to the foot board. I would also take a belt and cinch it around her slender waist and then take two ropes, run them under the belt and tie her to the footboard so she could not scoot her ass away from the edge of the bed. Finally, I would tie rope around each knee and tie the ends to the posts on either side of the bed spreading her wide open. For a finishing touch I would jam a pillow under her ass which had the effect of lifting her pussy higher and make it even more exposed.
Once she was secured in place I would get a deck of cards. I would ask her for a number from one to 54 (two jokers) and I would draw six cards starting with the number she gave me. The numbers on the cards would indicate how many strokes she would get with the flogger with one card for each breast, one for each inner thigh and two for her pussy. Black cards were for harder blows and red were for medium. If a joker came up I would pick another card and the card would be doubled.
I would then blindfold her and the flogging would begin. First one breast to the number on the card, then the other, next the inner thighs and finally her pussy. If I was feeling particularly diabolical, I would first finger her pussy to get her even wetter and then spread her pussy lips open before administering the strokes to her pussy. The flogging itself was actually pretty tame and definitely not hard enough to break the skin or to raise welts that lasted any length of time, just enough to get her to jump and grunt from each blow.
Sometimes while we were doing this she started to get really turned on and I would keep flogging her pussy and tell her I would stop once she had an orgasm. I would tell her that if she wanted to reach orgasm from the strokes of the flogger that she had to ask for more strokes. Hearing her say "please" and "again" over and over again as I flogged her pussy is a memory that gets me hard to this day. If she did not come from the flogging I would finish her off with one of our sex toys or my mouth or cock.
We did the flogging scene for several years before she decided she was not into that anymore and we stopped. We also stopped doing other kinky things that we enjoyed as somewhere along the way the sexually adventurous woman who was my wife became less and less daring as far as our sexual activities and this story is about how I went about changing that. Before getting into the story I should describe my wife. Her name is Ann and she is 5'2" tall and weighs 115 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes. Her breasts are a natural B cup and she has a very, very thin waist which gives her a very curvy hourglass figure and an ass to die for. Although I had talked her into shaving her pussy a couple of times in the past she has in recent years kept a full bush. We never had children so her pussy is still nice and tight.
As I said, somehow over the years our sex life became more and more routine. We had sex maybe once a week usually on Sunday morning in our bed and although I still used some toys on her and we pleasured each other orally (although Ann rarely swallowed), the kinky, out there aspect was gone. It was as much my fault as it was hers and the tipping point was my developing a medical condition that caused high blood pressure leading to ED that fortunately reversed once the condition was treated and my blood pressure returned to normal. This episode made me realize that I had a limited number of years of serious fucking left and that I better use it before I really did lose it.
I started to try to have sex with Ann more often but she resisted and we would sometimes argue about how often we had sex and what we did to each other when we "played" as we called it. I finally got fed up and told her that either she satisfy me by going back to the woman she once was or that I would find someone else who would and that maybe that would lead to more than just a sexual relationship. I told her that I wanted her to go back to the time when she told me that she wanted to be a lady outside the bedroom but a whore in the bedroom. I told her that she needed serious whore training to regain her former mojo and she eventually agreed.
When she agreed to the training, Ann thought that I was going to do the training but I told her to remember the disasters we had when I tried to teach her to ski and to play golf. Maybe it is just us but it always seems difficult for a spouse to teach the other how to do something. For us, it is just causes one argument after another. My showing Ann how to swing a golf club just never seemed as effective as when a golf instructor told or showed her the same thing. In addition, I knew that I would be more susceptible to her pleas to stop or slow down than would a stranger thus keeping the boundaries of our sexual activities largely where they were.
