At the time, Andrew and I were married for fifteen months, and we lived as the happiest of couples in a nice cottage, something like a cosy love nest on the hill with a great view on the bay. It belonged to my mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town.
Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save my other or elder sister, or Andrew's mom, paid us the occasional visit during the week.
I was raised shy and reserved by my Catholic mom, and I was said a very pretty girl.
I felt deeply in love with Andrew. He worked hard to make good money and I was very sweet, gregarious and obedient to him.
By the way I was 23 years old and he was 28. I had also a hidden attraction to sex and I was not so experienced as I had only three boyfriends before Andrew. To complete the picture I must add that we fucked like rabbits in the bliss of solitude being in need of nothing else than love and tenderness there. But I must say that compared with the other three guys I had sex with Andrew belonged the tiniest cock. Never the less it wasn't a big deal, as I felt deeply in love with him.
One year or so after our marriage a person moved in the empty villa next to our cottage. Furniture movers relocated a truck full of furniture into the great house: antiques in a large quantity as well as books in great numbers, fine arts objects and a magnificent grand piano. At last the owner arrived.
She was a very elegant lady in her late forties or early fifties. Andrew and I were rather curious about this tall, glamorous blonde woman living alone in such a lovely house.
For quite a while we rarely caught sight of her and only heard music from the piano, but once she spotted me feeding our cats. The lady also loved cats so she approached me and we made small talk.
Our neighbor's name was Blanche, 51yo. A former classical pianist, she apologized for her very frequent piano playing. She was a widow without a family. Her brother lived in another state and she has no other family. We talked for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and Blanche demonstrated a favourable state of mind, becoming very interested in us, a still newlywed couple.
She continually paid me sincere compliments on my pretty looks (I remember the time she told me that I had the natural elegance of a tall and limber osier) and she was sure that we were happy living in our love nest. It was the summer and I blushed thinking she could probably hear my moans of ecstasy during the lovemaking as well as we could hear her piano playing with all the villa's windows left wide open.
Later I introduced Andrew to our neighbor and we became very well acquainted. One evening she invited us to have dinner at her place. Blanche was a perfect hostess, we had a great time, and we returned the invitation a week later; our great friendship had a start like this.
I was still unemployed and had a lot of time to spend with Blanche. Our neighbour had good talking points and carried on very interesting conversations. Step by step she became a sort of charismatic leader for me. I was keen with music and we talked about Blanche's experience as a pianist, but conversations about her dead husband and the end of her married life were preferred by us.
With her husband she lived abroad many years, visiting exotic countries as Japan and Java, and she had always something brilliant to tell. Such scented, idle talks turned to confidence in the new born friendship which lay between us. Every so often Blanche demonstrated an interest in my private life, posing me a few casual questions and among many things sex made also its appearance.
One particular afternoon Blanche seemed to be interested more than usual in my private life and posed me one question after another about my sexual activity in the bedroom with Andrew. She wanted to know how frequently I made love with my husband, if I favored a particular position rather than others, if we experimented in sex with fantasies, if we involved other people in our fantasies and so on. Her questions never had been so explicit and she made even an enquiry about my husband's dick size. Half blushing, half in amusement I answered all questions and admitted I had frequent sex. Yes, I sucked on my husband's cock, yes, he licked my pussy, yes, usually we made love three times a week and twice on Sunday maybe, but no anal and no experimentations. I also admitted that compared to my previous boyfriends my husband's cock was not so big.
Blanche smiled at this last sentence from me. She could hear the calls of ecstasy from my orgasms and called me a hottie. I admitted to have a great sexual appetite and thinking frequently to sex. She nodded and asked me if I wanted to know her opinion. I also nodded enthusiastically and she continued.
"I know, Paula, you and your husband have frequent sex as every newlywed couple does, but your lovemaking is lacking fantasy and kinkiness."
"What do you mean, Blanche?" I asked her.
"You'll find out, dear," Blanche said again stirring a lot more of my curiosity.
"May I do something different with Andrew to improve our sexual life?" I asked her again.
Blanche had to giggle.
"Try a little role play, test his jealousy. Ask him what if you fool around a bit, then suggest he act like another guy fucking you, and let's see what happens," she sentenced. "Do you like the idea?"
Her idea so clearly exposed stirred my fantasy and asked Blanche if she had ever tried something similar with her husband.
"Now I have a monastic existence playing the piano, feeding cats and sowing seeds, but my life was quite different once," Blanche answered.
She confessed to have had an agreement with her husband. He was a permissive, older gentleman with the secret habit of watching his wife with other men, and Blanche had lovers during the marriage. She called them "trusted friends." Her behavior as a married woman was absolutely lustful, and very enjoyable, but unfortunately her husband got sick and passed away, dissolving such a lifestyle into grief. She was deeply in love with him, so much that as soon as she widowed, Blanche remained in her marital house to keep her husband's memory alive.
A few years later she moved to her place next to us where nobody contacted her except for an older friend, "One of my beaux from the good time and a very good disinterested friend now," she admitted with a certain complaint for passed times.
"This is fantasy and kinkiness in a couple's sexual life, Dear," she confided. That was very intimate and I asked her if she still had sex with her friend. Before giving me an answer she gazed at me for a few instants then she said "he is the only man in my life now," but she had not finished and continued.
"Your husband is a lucky guy to savor a cookie such as you are, baby, but I think his lovemaking is lacking. You risk becoming a frustrated housewife with a loving but small dicked husband in an isolated condition. I would like to teach you a thing or two to support your awaking, if you follow me."
I was very curious and like mesmerized I plead a good pupil condition to our neighbor's erotic lessons.
"I know you have many things you can teach me and I gladly place myself in your guidance," I said her.
That night I said to my husband that I needed some spice added to our lovemaking and wanted some role-play. At first he was a bit confused and can't imagine a formal and reserved person like me had a kinky side but I was greatly influenced by Blanche and so insisted. I said it was only a joke and I wanted to try imagining having sex with another guy. I started to kiss him and I asked him to please me, granting my wish. I was good and we started to make love. He acted like a strange guy checking me out, dating me, and fucking me. We got excited necking and touching our bodies as a couple of lovers meeting each other for her first time at the end of which the adulterous wife opened her pussy to her lover's cock. The play was terrific and I literally exploded on him. The day after, in a stir of enthusiasm, I told Blanche my husband fucked me pretending to be another guy. Blanche congratulated me on the good progress and didn't mention sex again for a while.
After a cold and rainy winter, spring marched in. With the good, warmer weather, Blanche invited me to sunbathe in her garden while my husband was at work, and I accepted enthusiastically. Blanche's tales on sex flourished again during our sunbathing sessions.
We had a good time tanning in the mild late spring air and tales on sex flourished again. First we sunbathed with our swimsuits on, but a particular tale of Blanche laying naked on a remote sea-shore of Asia getting fucked by her Japanese lover under her husband eyes stirred so much my fantasy that Blanche proposed we went topless or even totally naked to demonstrate how it felt to me. I was at first rather embarrassed to undress myself totally in front of Blanche and I shed only her top, but my neighbor insisted.
"Don't be shy, Paula, the back garden is really secluded and nobody can catch us apart from occasional visitors," she said. "not big deal at showing a pretty body like yours never the less we'll keep robes handy in case someone should knock on my door. Being naked is indispensable for eroticism and you have an outstanding slutty feature"
That was true and therefore, first boobs, then pussy, I complied with her invitation to bare myself totally for a nude sunbathing session in the open air, the first time for me. It was sensational. We had a great time laying on sunbeds in the nude. Smirking Blanche observed with great satisfaction and rapt attention my naked body and lavished debonair compliments on my apple sized boobs, succulent brown nipples and very nice ass. She also complimented my little pink slit. I loved being flattered and it was all exciting and confusing for me. In the highest mirth, like for a joke, Blanche softly started to call me names like "little naked slutty wife" or "delicious exhibitionist whore" and compared my fit body to her fatness, making me look at her slightly sagging breasts, large brown nipples, fat thighs, hairy pussy and large clitoris in comparison.
Blanche told me to be quiet with my husband and for a period we continued to tan in the nude every day, unless it rained, talking, eating and having fun. By that time Blanche had no secrets from me, and I also told her everything that happened in my bedroom with Andrew. Role-playing was a constant which Blanche commented favorably on, when told of the different scenarios I employed with my husband. Nevertheless, during a sunbathing session, she remarked on my demure attitude.
"You have made good progress, Paula, but you are still too shy. I think your delightful body must be shown more," she opined.
