Awakening 111

Michelle was having trouble falling asleep. Brian, as usual, was out almost immediately, but Michelle's mind would not slow down from rehashing the events of the past few days, or revisiting that intimate scene in the book she was reading, or fantasizing about the young couple she saw sneaking into the men's bathroom at the mall that day. The girl had made eye contact with her and smiled as her boyfriend excitedly pulled her in for what Michelle assumed was a quick, intimate encounter.

She wasn't sure why that little glance and smile aroused her so much -- was it possibly the risk of being caught doing something fun but naughty? Or maybe it was that for a second, she imagined the look the girl gave her was an invitation to follow them and add to their excitement by watching, or maybe even joining them.

She'd been aroused all day and worn cute, sexy-but-not-sleazy pajamas to bed with thoughts of seducing Brian when he got home -- he never turned her down and knew exactly how to address any needs she had. But the more she thought about it, that bit of eye contact was her private fantasy -- she wanted to enjoy it herself, first.

For a second, she thought of sneaking off to the den or game room where she could have some private time free of the risk of being caught. But then, like her couple earlier that day, the risk was part of the escapade. As Brian laid peacefully sleeping just inches away, one hand went in her top and caressed one of her 36D tits while the other slipped into her panties, down the soft fur covering her womanhood until excited wetness invited her finger inside.

She wasn't able to fully suppress the moan that slipped out when her finger went in, but at this point if her husband woke up, he would wake to a show. He had watched her masturbate many times, often encouraging her while she did it.

Her hips pushed forward to welcome the pleasure her own touch promised. As she moved her finger in and out, she remembered the look in the girl's eyes and thousands of nerve endings between her legs came alive, starting intense pleasure that would soon race throughout her body. Then, she let the finger linger deep inside her pussy, and as she swirled it around, her hips pulsed back and forth searching for each additional increment of pleasure.

As self-induced pleasure mingled with her fantasy, the girl stopped at the door, prolonged their eye contact, and gestured Michelle to follow them. Michelle felt tingling between her legs as she followed them into the bathroom, then a stall. The tingling was starting to spread through her body, but she wanted to delay her orgasm just long enough to see what the fantasy girl wanted. As the girl kissed her and pushed her tongue into Michelle's mouth, Michelle could delay her orgasm no longer. She rubbed her clit for a moment as the fantasy girl passionately kissed her, then when she asked Michelle to suck her boyfriend's dick, Michelle again pushed her finger deep inside her pussy.

"Oooooohhhh... uhhhhhhhhh..." she quietly moaned as she briefly sucked the unknown young man's dick while his girlfriend slid her hand inside Michelle's shirt and bra. But finally her orgasm overpowered her fantasy. Her body tensed, then spasmed, and her muffled moans could no longer be suppressed. As waves or unbelievable pleasure raced through her body, her audible signs of her orgasm filled the quiet room.

"Is everything OK, Sweetheart?" Brian asked groggily as Michelle's orgasm surged through her body sending tingling pleasure throughout.

"Yeah, Babe -- sorry about that," she whispered as her body slowly recovered. "I thought I could do it without waking you up."

"Not a problem -- it's been a while since you've done it. Do you want any help?"

Michelle was still coming down from a very intense, satisfying orgasm and wanted to let her physical satisfaction turn into sleep, where she hopefully dream about her fantasy couple. She needed Brian to take matters into his own hands.

"I just came REALLY hard, so I'm pretty satisfied. You can go back to sleep," she offered. "Or, if you want to, you could do yourself while I tell you what got me so hot and bothered tonight..."

"Yeah, sure -- as long as you don't mind me doing myself."

"I've never minded you doing that. I love it when you do it, and I think it's so sexy when I catch you -- or when you catch me..."

Brian was hard by the time Michelle finished asking him to masturbate for her. As he reached under the covers and slipped off his boxers, she kissed him just like the young girl had kissed her in her fantasy. While he started pumping his hand up and down his hardness, Michelle told him about the brief encounter at the mall, then the enhanced fantasy version she used while fingering herself. Then she kissed him again, and when she felt his body twitching, she softly bit his lower lip. His moans struggled to escape his mouth as her tongue dove deep inside it, but his ejaculate had no problem shooting across his body and part of hers. When she felt the tension in his body lessen, she released his tongue and used hers to clean the drops from his chest and stomach. Once the last globule of his ejaculate was gone, she kissed him again, sharing the taste of his manhood with him. Finally, she laid her head on his shoulder and was able to relax for the first time that night.

"Very hot fantasy, Sweetie," Brian said as caressed her hair. "Thanks for sharing it with me."

"I'm glad you liked it, Babe. Thanks for jacking off for me."

"Any time," Brian answered, smiling she had used the J O term. "So have you fantasized about women before?"

"You've brought it up a few times..." she answered, "...but I don't think I've ever fantasized about a woman before. But there was something about the way she looked at me as she followed him into the men's room. I haven't been able to get that out of my mind. Does it bother you I fantasized about her, or her boyfriend?"

"No, it doesn't bother me. You know I fully support you exploring fantasies about women. You just have to tell me all about it later. As far as sucking someone else, we'll need to talk more about that if that's something you want to try."

Michelle muttered some reply to Brian's last comment, but it was unintelligible and followed by deep, content breathing. As his beautiful wife slept on his shoulder, and his body was sexually content, Brian fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Michelle and Brian had been married over 20 years. She was very inexperienced when they met and only had one other partner before her husband. But as they fell in love and she learned how amazing intimate sex was, she became a willing, adventurous partner. Once they were married, every room and every car were initiated, every dark parking spot was an opportunity, and every road trip was an unlimited menu of new sexual adventures.

Michelle had never masturbated until Brian convinced her to try it after they were married. Once she learned the joys of self-pleasure, she became an enthusiastic, regular practitioner of this form of sexual satisfaction as well. She did it any time he asked her to, in the bath or shower, next to him as he slept, and even a couple of times on her drive to work. It was amazing to her that this much pleasure was available to her any time, almost any place, and totally within her control. It was also amazing that the more she told Brian about her doing it, the better their sex life became. How had her family convinced her for so long that this was as taboo as any horror she could imagine?

When the twins were born, couple sex became difficult, usually when the babies were asleep, and only if they could finish in time for a nap themselves. Time where they could lay together naked, to talk about their future, or even their wants and desires, was more difficult to come by - self-pleasure became extremely important for both of them.

Once the twins were old enough to attend sleep overs, Michelle and Brian again had time to be man and woman, instead of Mom and Dad, and occasionally make love. For one evening they could lay together naked, talk, and explore each other's bodies. But these rare episodes were as much about reconnecting with each other as they were for the well-deserved orgasm.

It wasn't until the twins were in high school that they got entire weekends alone. Making love one night sometimes led to hot, sexy, intense fucking the following evening. Still, these were much more the exception than the rule. Her finger, and the vibrator Brian's work friend bought her, were still her most reliable means of relief.

Now the twins were freshmen in college, and at first, the silence that filled the once chaotic home was deafening. Laundry was occasional instead of constant, meals were quick and easy, and evenings were oddly mundane. But one night, when Brian asked if there was anything in particular Michelle wanted to watch, she reached in his lap and rubbed his dick.

"I want to watch you fuck me," she said very casually.

instead of sneaking off to their bedroom, Brian undressed Michelle there in the game room. Then she undressed him, and clothing was thrown haphazardly wherever it landed instead of being put neatly away. Then, instead of immediately engaging in sex like they had done the past 18 years, he opened a bottle of wine. They shared a glass while looking at each other and anticipating the pleasure they would soon share, then Brian put his finger in his glass, rubbed some on Michelle's nipple, and licked it off. Next, he poured some on his erection, and she cleaned that up as well. Soon, the sounds of unmuffled sexual moans and passionate screams drowned out the silence they had become used to.

"OK, I really needed that," Michelle whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder. They had ended up on a blanket on the game room floor in front of the TV they often watched movies with their family. There was no sneaking off, no locked doors, and the whispers were all about preserving the intimacy of the moment and not about hiding from curious housemates.

"Yeah, me too," Brian responded. "It's been too long since we've been able to do it wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted. I miss that."

"Same," Michelle added. "I do believe that sometime tomorrow I'm going to enjoy reading my book in the den, and when I get to one of those really interesting sections, I'm going to close my eyes and enjoy a nice fantasy without worrying about who might be around. Feel free to watch if you want to!"

"I do believe I will!" Brian said enthusiastically.

The next day Michelle put on Brian's favorite shorts and a very small top, grabbed her book, a few pillows, and headed to the couch. She put on her librarian glasses that made her husband extra horny and got comfortable. Brian walked by often, and each time she smiled at him knowing he was waiting on the show she promised him.

The book was an intense mystery, and the section she started on was long on action but short on sex. She smiled each time he walked by knowing the teasing was killing him. He was very attentive and got her water when she asked, then later a snack, then later a glass of wine. Finally, after more than an hour of reading he noticed her gaze had become more intense, she had a hand in her lap, and then her hand was between her legs.

'Oh boy!' he thought as he settled into the big chair nearby.

Michelle smiled and shook her head 'yes' to the question she knew he wanted to ask, then slid her hand in her shorts. She continued reading while her one hand teased and caused her legs to slightly open. Then she laid the book on her stomach, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the need deep between her legs. In less than a minute, Brian heard muffled moans and realized he had seen her cum on the den couch for the very first time. With no prying eyes around, the opportunities were endless!

That evening, Michelle was washing dishes. Brian came up behind her, pressed his body against hers, and reached between her legs. When he felt her body melt into his, he unsnapped her shorts, reached in her panties, and when he reached between her legs he was greeted by wetness. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her, and in seconds he yanked her shorts and panties down and pulled her back tight against his front. She wanted to turn and kiss him, but he had one hand up her shirt and the other again between her legs. As pleasure overtook her, she gave in to enjoying the intimacy and bent over the kitchen counter. In seconds, he dropped his own shorts, opened her legs and aggressively entered her. In two nights, two rooms of the house they had built ten years ago were finally initiated. By the weekend they had added the dining room and back patio.

* * * * * * * * * *

The following week, Brian had to work evenings, but when Michelle walked by his office in just a towel, he followed her and the laundry room was initiated. The next day she was at the mall again and thought she saw her fantasy girl. She headed home needing Brian to scratch an itch between her legs, but he was on a late-evening conference call he couldn't drop. She sat on the couch in his office and initiated his work-away-from-work while he watched, unable to join her. She wasn't mad at being required to play alone -- just extremely excited she'd just experienced a new and exotic sexual adventure -- masturbating for her husband while he was on a conference call.

When she left him to his teleconference, she realized she was still very horny and the rest of the house was still too quiet. Michelle decided a glass of wine on the back patio on a cool, fall evening was better than starting a new show. She stripped off her pajamas, wrapped up in her favorite blanket, and headed out to the back patio. In the evening with the lights off and surrounded by trees, she was in little danger of being caught. She got comfortable in her favorite chair, finished her wine, opened her blanket so the cool, crisp night air could caress her naked body, and closed her eyes so her fantasy mall couple could help her cum again.

In tonight's fantasy the girl was kissing her and sucking her tits while the boyfriend knelt between her legs and slipped his young dick inside her. They may be young and in lust with each other in real life, but tonight their prime directive was to satisfy a gorgeous, older woman. As the twenty-something fantasy boy furiously fucked her, his girlfriend told Michelle how beautiful she was and how happy they were they'd found her at the mall. Michelle adjusted her fingering, slowing down to extend the fantasy and her own pleasure, but then in her mind the boy pulled out and shot his load across her stomach while his girlfriend licked the cum from Michelle's body.

Michelle returned to reality when her own screams brought her down from fantasy world to her back-yard reality.

'OK, that was fucking hot,' she thought as she slowly fingered herself to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure from her self-induced orgasm. 'Maybe there are a few benefits to being an empty nester!'

When she finished, she didn't wrap up in her blanket. She stood and enjoyed the cool night air enveloping her naked body as she slowly walked across the porch to the back door. Her hand lingered on the back door, allowing her to enjoy one last naked, sensual, outdoor moment.

'I think this sweet and innocent drill team girl from NJHS has become a sex-crazy woman. I wonder what other fun thing can I try next?'

* * * * * * * * * *

"Hey Babe," Michelle whispered as she kissed Brian on the neck. "Do you still have that sex tape we made before the twins were born? Wouldn't it be sexy to get naked, watch it, and fuck like young people?"

She rarely used the F word, and when she did it was always a request for physical pleasure.

"Yeah, we still have it," Brian answered as he turned to kiss his wife. "...and I like the way you think. I'll set up the old VCR in the bedroom while you get naked."

"We could go to the bedroom," she responded seductively, or we could hook it up to the big TV and initiate the den."

"We can do that, too..." Brian answered. "I'm happy anywhere I get to see you naked."

By the time Brian had the VCR hooked up, Michelle was naked and had two glasses of wine poured. She sat her glass down, handed Brian his, and undid his shorts while he started the tape. While younger Michelle in small, satin pajamas kissed younger Brian wrapped in a towel, current Michelle took current Brian in her mouth. He quickly finished his first glass of wine, put the empty wine glass on the coffee table, grabbed Michelle by the head and guided his erection fully into her mouth.

By the time young porn-star Brian had undressed young goddess Michelle on the 75-inch TV, real-time Michelle had worked her tongue and lips perfectly so that real-time Brian was ready to explode into her gorgeous mouth. But he wasn't ready to finish just yet, so he pulled her up and kissed her. While their tongues feverishly explored each other's mouths, their hands explored each other's naked bodies. On the TV screen, their near-life-sized, younger counterparts were laying on a blanket in the den of their first house. Michelle was on her back, her legs spread as Brian was between her perfect legs licking her most private area.

"Look how perfects my boobs were then," Michelle said staring at her younger self.

"Those were incredible," he said as he took a nipple from here even larger, current boob in his mouth and sucked it, "But I like these even better," he added as he switched to the other.

Michelle continued to glance at the screen while enjoying Brian's touch, but she hadn't seen the tape in years and wanted to watch for a while. She pushed Brian down on the couch and sat next to him, and while they both watched the very sexy video, she stroked his erection.

"God, we were young..." she said wistfully.

"Yeah, we were..." he responded. "...but we still look good -- especially you."

On the video, young Brian had rolled them over with Michelle on top, in control of their sex. When they were married, she was a 36C, and her boobs defied gravity. As she straddled him, her hips had the perfect amount of curve, and her legs looked long and perfect as she used them to move up and down his erection.

"You know, if I had a time machine, I'd definitely go back in time and have sex with myself," she said.

"I would pay anything to watch that," Brian responded. "But for now, I need you to get up here and fuck me."

He flipped Michelle into his lap, and she raised up, grabbed his hardness, and guided it into her.

"Oh my god, you feel good," she purred looking back at their video. "This is going to be fast."

"Me too," he answered. "Very, very fast."

* * * * * * * * * *

The next day, Michelle took their tape out of the VCR and searched online for VHS to Digital transfers. She wanted a female because she didn't think she could face a man who had watched a video of her having sex. She found three, but two had cutesy, names like Kiki and Tiff. She also couldn't stand the thought of some young hottie judging her for making a sex tape, even if it was 20-plus years ago.

She called Nancy Edgars Photography and set up an appointment. The studio was near the trendy part of old downtown and looked like it was possibly a business down stairs with a residence above. When Michelle entered, she was relieved that Nancy was approximately her age and attractive but not too pretentious. She was wearing an oversized khaki button-up shirt open over a shell, and comfortable, faded jeans. Shoulder length blonde hair framed her blue eyes, and her full lips formed a casual, genuine smile. She looked like she could meet friends for a couple of drinks, or sling a camera over her shoulder and bolt into the savannah to take pictures of a safari -- comfortable but at the same time adventurous. She was also drinking a glass of wine at 5:30 in the afternoon -- a woman Michelle could definitely relate to.