Liz is 36 years old. We have been married for 9 years. Our 4 and 6 year old daughters were staying with my mother for the evening. We met in grad school, dated for three years and have been very happily married ever since. Liz is 5' 4" tall with a very youthful 34C-23-35 inch figure. Long wavy hair and a wholesome Midwest smile complete the package. If she were being judged in a swimsuit contest she would be a solid 8+. Not Angelina Jolie, but definitely attractive. At work or around the house, Liz's conservative dress and demeanor would knock her "hot" score down a few points. She downplays her attractiveness and is relatively reserved. That is why the sexy outfit was so intriguing and exciting.
Liz had lost all but her panties before I got her down the hall to our bedroom. That evening and night were fantastic. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and it made my cock grow very very hard. We had the most romantic and hot sex we had had in since our fifth anniversary. My normally passive but warm wife was more into it than usual with her choreographing round two - her on top riding to an orgasm impaled with my 6 inches and with those beautiful tits bouncing in full view, and round three, an energetic, sloppy, hot, rare blow job in the shower.
Twice more that week Liz practically raped me and bedroom activities that had previously been rare special occasions were now becoming a ritual. I was curious and began teasing her about what went on when she was away. Liz and I had always been affectionate but she is, or at least was, not particularly sexual. Her conservative upbringing with a focus on school, work, and family had been her priority. She was not a virgin when we met and she had tried a reasonably wide range of positions and activities but has restricted her exercise of leadership to running her chemistry lab office, and her risk taking to a regular winter ski trip.
Liz knows that I have gone to bed frustrated on numerous occasions, and have been understanding, but nonetheless disappointed when she prioritizes household chores ahead of bedroom time. Too many times I felt Liz was accommodating my sexual needs rather than mutually enjoying our time together and it had caused some disappointments and friction in our relationship. We had even talked about hormone tests and doctor or counselor visits hoping to get more on the same wave length in terms of sex. That's why the change in behavior was so strange.
It went on for several weeks. Fantasies long since relegated to the recesses of my mind were reemerging as remote possibilities and other rare treats like Liz going braless around the house and for short errands and sleeping in the nude or sexy nighties were now regular occurrences. Then yesterday Liz came to meet me for lunch and ended up being fucked from behind over the arm of the couch in my office while coworkers could be heard passing by in the hallway. And she enjoyed every thrust and left with a huge smile on her face. That is why I was pressing her on her change in behavior. I had even teased her about the change perhaps being motivated by guilt from a dalliance while she was out of town.
Liz had been visiting her home town. Her mother had passed away from a rare brain aneurism six months ago and Liz and her sister had grieved enough to go back to settle various affairs and clean her mother's belongings from the house. That's when she had found her mother's diaries. That's when her long held attitudes about sex changed. Having read the diary, I wondered how much more change there might be.
(The conclusion)
The next morning Liz filed me in on the diary. She had found it when cleaning out her mother's dresser. She wasn't sure anyone else was aware of it, even her father. She didn't dare tell her younger sister after she had skimmed it – she wasn't sure she could handle it. The liaisons in the diary did not reveal affairs but rather regular, mutually agreed upon sharing and swapping of spouses between Liz's parents and another couple that had been their best friends. As it turned out, those get-away weekends the kids were told about when they were growing up were actually full blown orgies between consenting, perhaps more accurately, conspiring adults. On these weekends it appeared that nothing was forbidden.
Liz's mother's otherwise disciplined motherly demeanor was put away for the weekend and the wild streak was let loose. It all started one year when the other woman was very pregnant and after a few drinks, Liz's mom, a little too under the influence, was talked into relieving the other husband's sexual frustration. Evidently seven inches of fresh cock was all it took to start a regular habit of seasonal orgies.
As it turns out, the diary also had a two page narrative rationalizing the need for a family and work focused routine to ensure a productive and comfortable life but explaining that occasional mutually agreed upon flings can be great stress relievers and motivators if safety and confidentiality are assured?
Well it must have worked because Liz's mom was very well liked and successful in both work and raising her family. Her core values had served the family well with her girls were all well educated, successful and happy parents.
Liz reported that she had several emotions when she first read the diary. Initially she was stunned and disappointed. For a while Liz felt deceived and thought her mother was something of a hypocrite, preaching one lifestyle while occasionally living another. Then, with more reading and time she realized that her mother was very normal and had enjoyed life to the fullest. Liz, realizing how much in love her parents had been, understood that the escapades enhanced their marriage and didn't jeopardize it. She became accepting and in fact admired her folks for being able to pull it off so successfully. That is when she finally shared the diary with me.
Over the next few days I read the remainder of the salient parts of the diary. The stories spanned nearly 20 years until Liz passed. The descriptions were usually cryptic only revealing enough to make it clear what types of things were going on. But in other instances there were detailed descriptions. As I read the passages my mind quickly switched between the scenes described in the diary and thoughts of whether Liz would ever be willing to follow in her mother's footsteps. Could I envision Liz ever saying, "He knelt and put his head under my sundress and kissed his way up my legs until he was nibbling on my private parts as I stood on the hotel room balcony sipping a glass of wine?" Or, "We were swimming in chest deep water at the beach and the men stole our bikini bottoms and fondled us while did our best not to arouse the interest of other nearby swimmers." Or, "On a dare we hiked three miles of the Appalachian Trail topless acting nonchalant when two couples and two single men passed us."
I was torn as to how to proceed. I was delighted with Liz's new enlightened attitude and her level of interest and energy in the bedroom as well as in her willingness to initiate and accommodate sex, so I was reluctant to push the boundaries. Yet, I was unbelievably excited about the possibility of taking our relationship down a similar path.
Over the next several weeks I made it clear that I was very excited about the "new" Liz and eager to continue the exploration. While the reality of kids and jobs limited the amount of time that could be spent on romance, we nonetheless continued on a far higher level of both romance and hot sex than we had in years. Liz was enjoying sex much more and both open to more variety and quicker to let me know exactly what she enjoyed and what to do to give her the most pleasure. Her once occasional orgasms were now stronger and more frequent.
After several weeks I began to be more specific in questioning Liz about what stories she found most exciting and which ones she wanted to do first. She dismissed me with various comments including: "Be glad with all the extras you have already gotten.", "Don't you wish." and, "In your dreams." Things continued that way for the next several months at which point I was beginning to resign myself to a much more frisky and sexual wife but not one who was willing to take it beyond the bedroom.
