My wife is one of a kind. Charming wit, stimulating intelligence, easy on the eyes. Yeah, she's one of the world's truly beautiful women. But she's like a puzzle hidden in a mystery locked inside an enigma. Besides her angelic face perched upon the body of a super-model, her inner complexity is the biggest reason she has kept me captivated all these years. What really goes on inside her head? I still have no idea. What I do know is that, beneath her seemingly demure sexual attitude, there's a wanton nympho dying to get out and try things I've only dreamed of. Or, had. You see, six months ago (my God, has it been that long?) I came upon a opportunity that I couldn't let pass me by. Always before, our sex life was...well...boring. But now I'm the luckiest, most sexually satisfied man in the world. And so begins my story.
It all started with a blow job. In all the years we'd been married (we're in our 30's), Cynthia had never given me one. That's all I really wanted, and when I talked to my buddy Steve about it, he was sympathetic. But I sensed something underneath that he wasn't telling me. We were sitting in a bar, and I was pouring out my heart. Yeah, I had a pretty good buzz going, but Steve was never the type to judge and, as it turns out, he held the answer.
"Have you tried just asking her for one," he asked.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" I asked. "My God Steve, you're a genius!" What a stupid fucking question. "Hey, don't bust my balls here, man; I'm trying to help," he replied.
"Sorry, dude, I'm just frustrated. She says it's 'gross' and that only whores do it."
"So you want her to be a whore?"
"No," I said. "I have no desire to have my wife peddling her pussy; I just want her to be a little more adventurous in the sack."
"You know what I mean," he replied. "What you're telling me is that you want a freak in bed and a lady everywhere else. Right?" Here's where he seemed to be hiding something.
"Basically, yeah. Any ideas?"
"Well, first," he began, "you have to be careful what you wish for."
"What are you talking..."
"Just let me finish," he interrupted. "I think I know of a way to help you, but you have to be absolutely sure it's what you really want. You won't be able to reverse what I have in mind, and you'll most likely get much more than a simple hummer, but, I can tell you from experience, it's completely worth it. You should also know that it won't work on everyone, but I have a feeling Cynthia will succumb just as easily as Lisa did."
"Suck what?!" Yeah, it was childish, but I couldn't contain the shit-eating grin that accompanied my drunken hilarity.
"Do you want my help or not?" He was trying to be stern, but I could see that he was suppressing a smile.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," I replied. "I'm in. Just tell me what I need to do."
"You really don't have to do much of anything," he began, then looked at his watch. "But let's get out of here. Do you have to go home right now?"
"Are you kidding? You can't leave me hanging like this!"
"Trust me," he laughed. "Patience is a virtue. Follow me to my house and I'll tell you the rest."
I followed him, but I wasn't very happy about it. What I wanted was for him to tell me this "big secret" so I could go home and try it out on Cyn. I wasn't absolutely sure I believed him, but at that point, I was desperate. Getting head from a gorgeous woman had now become a distant memory. The last one came from the girl I dated before Cynthia. The last good one came from the girl before that. Damn, that was a long time ago. Cyn wasn't a total prude, though. She would watch porn with me on occasion, and, although she denied it, she also liked the girl-girl scenes. In fact, she had a lesbian fantasy that I wasn't supposed to know about. I replayed the events of my greatest discovery as I followed Steve.
* * * *
I had been trying for quite a while to try mutual masturbation, but she flat out refused. Hell, we were a good four years into our marriage before she admitted to masturbating at all. She may have denied it forever if I hadn't come home from work early to find her watching porn and working her fingers rhythmically in and around her sweet little va-noony.
I recognized the tape she was watching immediately. It was one of mine that was all girl-girl. I had tried only once to get her to watch it with me, and, of course, she refused. She'd said she wasn't into girls and had actually been pretty hateful about it. And then there she was, not only a good half hour into it, but also diddling herself. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I silently peeked through the partially open door and watched the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Cyn was never very vocal during our sexual interludes, so you can imagine my surprise when I heard her voicing her pleasure. She wasn't loud, but she did seem to be enjoying herself.
"mmmm...." she said, almost too quiet for me to hear.
I recognized the scene, too. It was almost over, and it looked like Cynthia was relishing the scene finishing 69. But it was the next scene that piqued my interest. It was one of my favorites because the women looked like Cyn and Lisa. (They had been friends since jr high, so Steve and I naturally became friends through our wives.) I was curious about how Cynthia would react. Would she watch it or would she fast forward through it? As the scene began, I focused my attention on Cyn. Sure enough, she grabbed the remote. I knew it was too good to be true. She was going to fast forward to the next one. Oh well. She turned up the volume.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Here it is."
Did I hear her right? She had done this before! Apparently this was her favorite scene too. I watched her hand increase the tempo on her pussy, and develop a pretty interesting rhythm. She used her middle finger to stroke her clit a few times, then moved down to put the first two fingers into her tight hole. Then she repeated the whole process. Stroke stroke stroke plunge; stroke stroke stroke plunge. Meanwhile, as Lisa's doppelganger suckled the Cynthia-girl's tits, Cyn put down the remote. I watched her left hand snake up her shirt and squeeze first one, then the other nipple. Cyn's breathing increased in tempo, as well as the sexy self-pleasure she was giving herself. Her hips began to thrust upward to meet each plunge of her fingers, and quiver with each stroke of her sensitive clit. I turned my attention to the screen to see the Lisa-girl kissing her way down Cyn-girl's belly. Just as she looked at the prize in front of her and began to lower her head, the scene froze. "mmm...yeah," whispered a breathless Cynthia, as she stared at the screen and increased the tempo of her ministrations even more. "Yeah...eat me!" She pushed play; then went back to work on her sensitive nipples.
The urgency in her voice was unmistakable; her breath was coming faster and faster; I could tell she was getting close. Looking back at the screen, I saw Lisa-girl swing her body around to push her pussy into Cyn-girl's face. Naturally, I checked to see Cynthia's reaction to this new development.
"Oh, yeah!" Her whispers were getting louder, but still just whispers.
I watched in amazement as she closed her eyes for just a dreamy moment. Her hips were bucking faster and faster as she stroked herself. I saw the hand inside her shirt linger for longer periods as she squeezed and pulled at her beautiful nipples. Her tongue slid out of her mouth. At first I thought she was simply licking her lips, but it was soon unmistakable that she was licking the imaginary pussy in front of her. As she neared her intense climax, her tongue moved expertly enough that I wondered if she'd actually gone down on a woman before. Then, finally, her sweet release.
"OH!....YEAH!" she cried in a very loud whisper. She squeezed her legs together, seemingly trapping her hand on her clit. "Yeah!... Lisa!... mmmm." Her hip thrusts slowed to a stop as she rode the wave.
And that was all she wrote for me. My first plan had been to let her finish; then act like I had just arrived and give her time to compose herself. Instead, I rushed into the room and fucked her. It's a good thing she had already cum, because I was done in three strokes.
"How long were you there?" she asked as soon as I finished.
I wondered if I should tell her the truth. Truth meant exposing a damn good fantasy for both of us, and maybe loosening her inhibitions a little. But then I saw how worried she was. There were tears in her eyes.
"I just got here," I lied. "Sorry, baby, but I when I saw your hand on your bare twat, I just lost control. I thought you didn't masturbate?"
"Did you hear me cum?" The tears were still there; threatening to fall.
"You came?! Oh good. I thought my short stroking just cheated you out of a good one."
"Yeah." She looked so relieved, I knew that I'd done the right thing. "I guess we can do it together one of these days."
* * * *
Steve was knocking on my window.
"What the fuck, man? Did you pass out?" He stepped back as I opened the door.
"No," I replied. Actually, I was sobering up. I still had a little bit of a buzz, but no where near soused. I needed to pee. "Is Lisa gonna be pissed about me coming here unexpected?"
"Hell no. She may be a little disappointed that Cyn isn't with you, though. Come on."
Walking through the door, I could tell that Lisa definitely wasn't expecting company. She was curled up on the couch reading a book, drinking a margarita, with her long legs tucked beneath her. She had on a black satiny robe that was wide open. The white, lacy camisole underneath showed her big round tits and pinkish-brown nipples in all their glory.
"Steve!" she cried. "You didn't tell me we had company!" She swung her legs out, stood up, put down her book and drink, and tied the front of the robe. She seemed pretty clumsy, though, and before she got herself covered, I had seen it all. Her perfectly trimmed bush, those long legs that do, indeed, go all the way up, and one last lingering glance of those hardening nipples. Of course I pretended not to notice.
"Take off that robe, baby. Let Mike see just how lucky I am." He winked at me and chuckled as my chin nearly hit the floor.
