The idea first came to my husband and I on our honeymoon. He had stopped licking my pussy and said.
"You notice how so many of our friends are divorced, some after only a few years of marriage?"
I groaned at the absence of his tongue, my wet pussy was really all I was thinking of at the time so I said.
"Yes, I've noticed but please put that damn talking tongue of yours back where it was."
Mike did as I asked and soon I was reveling in a wonderfully blissful orgasm, cascading though me and washing Mike's face with my juices. I pulled him up by his hair and kissed his sloppy face, tasting my own cum and relishing it as much as I did his.
"OK! What about our friends?"
I asked when I took a breath. He placed a hand on my left nipple and squeezing it he repeated what he'd said then added.
"I don't want to end up like them, I don't want us to ever grow weary of one another. I know, here in this tropical island that neither of us can see the day it might happen, but are we so special?"
I thought of our friends who all seemed as happy on their wedding day as we were and tightened my arms around Mile and asked.
"So how do we make sure we don't end up like them?"
I reached down and stroked his hard hot cock as I said that anticipating the moment when he would fill my post orgasmic pussy with it and Mike said.
"Val, I think we need to be more aware of one another, do something to renew our love as often as we can, do something to keep us aware of each other and not let ourselves get drowned in life, in bills and kids and all that. We need to always keep the fire of our love warming our life and not let our life cool our love."
I looked at my husband, so young and handsome. Six foot tall, trim and fit, dark piercing blue eyes and a tenderness in him I never expected. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his cock into me. I imagined my own body, five foot five, as slim and trim as Mike, a full head of chestnut hair, breasts the size of small apples and an ass just plump enough to cushion his thrusts and I saw that we'd not always have our youth and energy, how we could easily fall into the same traps that probably started the cracks that led to the dissolution of so many marriages. Mike made love to me that afternoon and as he erupted, letting his hot cum fill my pussy, I vowed to work with my husband to do what we could to keep this flame alive.
The rest of our honeymoon we spent in bliss, having sex whenever we wanted and enjoying each time more then the last. It wasn't till we'd been home a few months and settled back into our respective jobs that we again picked up that thread we'd unspooled on our honeymoon. The spark of the idea came from Mike, but together we'd hashed it out. We'd often discussed our sexual fantasies, some we wanted to experience some that we just enjoyed masturbating to some we knew would not work for both of us. Then Mike said.
"Let's buy three lock boxes. One for you, one for me and one for both of us, and into them we can put our fantasies. We'd each keep the key to our own boxes and the third would be set up so that it would only open to both of our keys. We'd each fill our own boxes with desires or fantasies we'd want to explore. Then on your birthday you'd open you box for me to pick one of your fantasies, on my birthday you'd select on of mine. The fantasies would be sealed in an envelope allowing chance to take us wherever. In the third box we'd each put fantasies and on Christmas, New Year, Valentines Day and our anniversary we open the box and take one out."
I thought about it and knew there were things I just could not do, and I knew Mike also had some things he would not do so I said.
"OK, but we'd need some ground rules. First of all, I can't see inviting other people into our sex life as a good thing so no threesomes, no orgies!"
Mike agreed and we worked out what things we would not do. We did not comment on what we would do so unless it was eliminated anything else was doable. It took a few weeks for the two of us to come up with some fantasies, I guess we were relatively timid and shy at first, most of our initial experiences were tame, dress up, roll playing, sex in different places of the house (washing machine was my favorite).
Now we could always add to our individual boxes and to the "holiday box" as we came to refer to it. In this way we began to push each other a little further into erotica. The first step was the introduction of various "toys" and then more intense roll playing situations. Because Mike's birthday was in March, my birthday was in September, Christmas and New Years at the end of the year, Valentines in February and our anniversary in July, we had a nice spread of time throughout the year.
To give ourselves time to prepare we'd select the random fantasy a week or so prior to the event. So in late February I came to Mike to select one of his fantasies from his box. He unlocked the box, I closed my eyes and pulled out an envelope and left. Part of the fun was wondering what I'd just committed to so I waited till the next day, alone at work before opening the envelope. We'd been doing this for over ten years now and I still ended up searching for someplace to masturbate once I'd opened the envelope.
I should mention that the envelopes were in themselves unremarkable, that neither of us knew what was selected so the eventual surprise would be for both of us, for the receiver a bit later, for the giver as soon as the envelope was opened. We also destroyed the paper on which the fantasy was written, leaving no evidence for our spouse to find or anyone else for that matter.
Mike's fantasy was one that I had never expected, and I was tempted to ignore it and request a new draw. While that was OK in our game, neither of had done that yet and I really did not want to be the first, besides it was within the guidelines we'd established. So after slipping into the ladies room and stuffing my hands in my pussy for a while, I let the orgasm that came convince me that I could do this. Mike's birthday fell on a Friday and this fantasy would by the rules last the weekend, just a lucky benefit for the fantasy boy, or not!
The first thing I did was find a place that fit the fantasy, since part of the fantasy was to be outside, I found a secluded cabin in the mountains a few hours from home. Then I spent the next couple of days shopping, certain clothing for me, some toys, some clothing for Mike. The nature of Mike's fantasy made buying the toys a bit of a difficult chore for me, but after I left that store I sat in my car and masturbated to two quick but intense orgasms. Being alone in the adult shop gave me another fantasy, which I soon would put into my box.
Then of course some food, wine etc. As the day neared I found myself stroking my wet pussy frequently, often a few times a day. At night I could not get enough of Mike's hard cock nor was he ever tired of fucking and sucking my slick cunt. It was always this way and sometimes the few days prior to the actual fantasy out shone the fantasy. I didn't think this particular fantasy would have that problem.
The day of our departure I left work at noon and went home to prepare. We'd leave soon after Mike got home. I first collected all the stuff we'd need and packed the car, leaving only the outfits we'd be wearing on the trip. Then I enjoyed a long hot bubble bath, the fragrance of lavender soaking into my skin. I decided that my pussy should be bare so in between stoking my fevered cunt, I shaved my mound clean. It took a bit of contortion but I also managed to remove and hair on my ass and of course my legs.
I wandered the house naked for a bit, just enjoying the possibility that someone might see me through a window (yes I am a little bit of an exposure freak) then I slipped into my outfit for the trip.
The minute I slid my legs into the black lacy "crotch-less" panties I felt the stirring in my pussy and I wanted to do nothing more then lay on my bed and relieve that itch, but time was ticking and this was after all Mike's fantasy so I resisted. A pair of sheer thigh high stockings encased my smooth legs and then I slid my feet into a pair of black four- inch stilettos. My still firm tits seemed to just our as I paraded in front of the mirror, making my pussy drip. My nipples were hard and swollen. My areole is the size of a dime, a dark brown that makes my creamy white tits look pale in comparison. My nipples are the kind that never really lay flat, but when excited poke out about a quarter inch, longer if Mike's been sucking them. Although I was that fortunate woman who didn't need a bra, tonight I would use one, it was the effect, not the need here. It was black and lacy to match my now soaking panties and it served to lift not cover my tits. The overall look when I'd finished fastening it was so hot.
I knew Mike would be here soon so I slipped the cute little black cocktail dress over my head, it's hem barely covered my ass. Hair and make up, dark red lipstick and I was ready to greet my husband. Gathering his outfit and a toy, I went to the living room to await my man? Hmm, I thought as I waited! This weekend Mike would certainly be mine, but was "Man" the appropriate word?
When Mike entered the house I could see in his eyes the recognition of which fantasy I'd pulled and he looked at me searching for approval. Playing the scene to the hilt I looked at him and said.
