Writing a series to see what I can do with it. Nearly a diary of the adventures my wife and I have had since I took the biggest risk of our relationship. Sometimes, with great risks, come great rewards. I hope you'll endure this introduction to our adventures, I promise I'll get to the erotic parts much quicker in the stories to come.
All of my stories will be hot tales from a monogamous, straight, but not narrow, perspective. If that isn't your jam, I get it, there is plenty more out there. Constructive comments and critiques are welcome, I am not precious about my writing, I have a lot to learn.
I was sitting at my computer, having just jerked off to some fairly kinky porn. Hadn't really been my thing before, but as a 58 year old, I was looking for new sensations. My wife and I have always had very different libido's. I had been working out a ton, eating right, and my libido was in high gear. Hers had been ravaged by menopause for a while. She still liked sex, but had virtually no "drive" for it. If I initiated, my advances were rarely spurned.
Our sex life has always been good, but also a little rote. As high school sweethearts, we were each other first and only, we've now been together for over 40 years. We were well versed in how to get each other off, but we'd fallen into a rut. It was the same behaviors, in the same order, in the same position, until we reached climax. My imagination went to the possibility that we were missing out on some pretty spicy sensations. My wife's roles as a teacher and mother had always held her back a little in the bedroom, she admitted years ago. The old programming convinced her that nice girls don't do that kind of thing, at least for the kinkier aspects of sexuality, even sex toys.
Now she was retired, the kids were out of the house, and all of her roles had changed. I decided, in that moment, that it was now or never, and I was going to take the biggest risk I had ever taken in our relationship. Knowing that I would chicken out in a face to face conversation, I wrote her a long letter outlining a new plan for us, of exploration and openness to new sensations. I poured over it for hours, changing language here and there to not make it sound like some kind of ultimatum, or a desperate plea. The next morning I dropped it on her pillow for her to discover later and read in private. My heart was racing all day, was she going to see me as some pervert and decide she didn't want to be with me? Was she just silently going to judge me for the rest of our lives, for my darker desires? Or, was it a new beginning for us, that would open a whole new world?
In my letter I told her I had discovered a book by Joan Price "The Ultimate Guide to Sex After Fifty: How to Maintain - or Regain - a Spicy, Satisfying Sex Life". Buying it electronically allowed us both to have access to the book on our e-readers. I suggested we both read it, and discuss it along the way. Thankfully, my beautiful wife agreed to opening up a much deeper dialog, and to reading the book together. One night we even read a couple of chapters out loud to each other, discussing things I doubt either of us had ever thought about. We both got pretty hot under the color that night and passionate lovemaking was the result. I think we were both looking forward to this new adventure we were negotiating, and the ability to ask for what we might want to experience, even if only once.
We had just planned a Mexico beach vacation, which I took as another opportunity. I compiled a Kinky Interest Inventory using several lists from the internet and combining or customizing for us. It covered most everything, role play, bondage, anal, group sex, sex clubs, watersports, you name it. Some of them were things I wasn't interested in, but if she had some deeply hidden desire I was unaware of, I wanted to know about it. I am pretty much a try it once, more if I like it, kind of guy. I made us both a copy, asking her to rate each thing from 1 (No Way) to 5 (Sounds Hot), but to keep it to herself until our trip, I did likewise. The excitement of all of this had our libido's in a higher gear, and we were having a lot more sex in the weeks leading up to our trip. At this point I wasn't pushing any limits, not until I could be sure of where they were, or in more cases than I realized, weren't.
The day finally came, we were off to Mexico for a week of relaxation and vacation sex. On the plane we played Scrabble on my iPad, the only rule was that any word had to be able to be used in a sexy or naughty context. It was pretty funny as we whispered dirty little things in each other's ears as we played. Leaving the snow in Colorado and landing in the warmth of Cancun was wonderful. Hopped on a shuttle and we were off to a beach hotel south of Cancun that we had never been to before. We ended up with a great room on the second floor overlooking the Gulf of Mexico with Cozumel across from us in the distance. We explored the resort a bit that night, had a few drinks, some dinner, and we were off to bed, it had been a long day of travel.
The next morning we had a bite to eat, collected our beach bag, and headed to the beach for some sun and margaritas. We claimed a couple of beach chairs under a canopy, and settled in to relax and catch a little buzz. Our chat was a little stilted at first as we both knew that we were about to discover new, exciting, and possibly uncomfortable things about each other, even after having been together essentially forever. We exchanged our lists, and quietly read them, I was astonished how much she was up for, and I had to adjust my baggy swim trunks as my cock began to swell with all of the kinky things running through my mind.
