A cold breeze blew in through the slightly opened window, as she reached down to pull up the sheet that was barely disturbed from their lovemaking, she shivered and noted the slight stiffening of her nipples to the cold air.
"Without the help of any fantasies" she thought, as her minded drifted back over the last two months.
That urgent, quickie snatched in the back of the camper van the night before the wedding, their first time, borne out of drink not lust, the mischief of being together when her strict father was sitting just a few feet away on the porch sipping his malt whisky
The fumbling and frustrating failure on their wedding night, drink not helping his libido that time...
The honeymoon that quickly turned into a sightseeing trip to the most beautiful places in Italy, and the sound of snoring rather than passion as the exertions of walking, not sex, took hold.
Returning to a cold and wet Scotland, the mundane life of work, eat and the brief fumble that passed as foreplay foretelling another bland session that worked her mind more than her body.
She was happier than usual this evening, deep dark fantasises had spilled into her mind as Malcolm had made that first grab for her breast, fantasises that had helped her achieve her first, if inconsiderable, orgasm with him.
The bedroom door opened and Malcolm walked in, his flaccid penis, the first thing she looked at, barely visible above his testicles, the dark course hair curling messily around it. Her eyes lifted to the tall glass in his hand, a vodka and coke no less, she smiled as he handed it to her and she took a long swallow.
"What's wrong Tracy?" there was something strange, almost choking in his voice as he asked.
"What, eh, nothing, why do you ask?"
"You aren't happy, I can see that, what is it?" His reply startled her a bit, she was bored in bed, but like him, she wasn't that experienced, she was his first, she had been shocked to learn, but then at 23 and just a year older she had only been with a couple of men herself, well, excluding that night after prom, but then that didn't count, there were women as well...
She laughed, "silly, I'm not unhappy, we are just back from honeymoon, I need a new job, or time to adjust to being a kept woman," smirking at their little joke, he was rich after all, a real trust fund child, "but we have this lovely house, we have good friends, and we have each other, why wouldn't I be happy?"
He hung his head and she saw a tear in the corner of his eye, her mind racing she wondered what could be upsetting him and then he hit her with it, "you think I'm lousy in bed, you want someone else!"
It was a statement not a question, and for that split second she almost thought he could read her mind, before he continued:
"You know I was a virgin, growing up with the money and the clothes and the good stuff around me, I always thought the girls were just after my money, I wanted the right person, I waited for you and now I disappoint you."
There was an awkward silence, she wanted to break it but somehow she knew that he felt her disappointment, that he knew she had had to fantasise to achieve her lone orgasm, not that it was anything to write home about, had one of the girls been blabbing after their talk the other weekend?
"No she said," finally, "it takes time for us to get to know each other that way, we need to learn about each other and what we like, what gets us going."
She took a long pull of her vodka and as she sat back the sheet fell away, exposing her naked breasts.
He looked at them, for a moment her heart quickened as he reached over, only for it to end with his pulling the sheet back up, standing up and moving quickly, he shut the window, "sorry, you must be cold".
"He had noticed the slightly erect nipples, he does see me", she thought through her disappointment, "why didn't he take it as a sign I'm horny?"
"What do I need to do" he asked, as if there had been no break, "I love you, I want you, I want to please you"
"you can start by getting those silly ideas out your head" was her immediate response, "you need to be more spontaneous, but talk to me, ask me what I want, explore with your hands, your mouth, that lovely cock of yours" He gasped at her use of the word cock, "what have I got myself into" she thought, he is so reserved, how can I break this shell.
"Here, grab that laptop and get into bed with me, no don't look like that, don't think about it, grab it and get here beside me", her voice had gotten sterner when she had seen the indecision on his face, but he did as she had said and grabbed her laptop and climbed in beside her.
She sat up opening the laptop and quickly searched for some porn films to watch.
"We are going to cuddle together and watch these people fuck", angry with herself as much as annoyed as he flinched at the curse word, "and if you feel anything during it, you act on it", she planted a kiss on his mouth, turned round to switch of the light and hit enter.
The girls walked into the living room on the screen and immediately started to kiss and fondle each other through their skimpy pretend schoolgirl outfits, as they stripped each other, passionately kissing, Tracy moved her hand onto Malcolm's thigh, he hadn't stirred at all.
The brunette by now was tonguing the blond mercilessly, the way that porn movies often depict such lesbian scenes, her tongue moved between vagina and anus, back to vagina, clit, all the while the blonde girl was making those silly noises and pretending like she was loving every second of the poorly staged lesbianism.
Tracy's hand moved up Malcolm's thigh a little, gently, almost caressing, but despite the switch on screen, the blond was now working her way down the brunette's body with kisses that seemed almost real, swirling her tongue deliciously round a rather large dark nipple, there was no reaction.
"Shit" she thought, "he isn't even the slightest bit turned on, his naked wife in bed watching shitty lesbian porn and his cock hasn't twitched once, maybe some guy on girl will help"
Just as she was moving to select a different film, she had seen a fair few on the screen with 5 stars, a masculine voice on the screen startled the girls who pretended to be shy and try and cover up.
The movie turned from an indifferent bit of lesbianism to some real hard-core porn, within minutes the girls were hogtied, cocks rammed in and out their mouths as they were face fucked brutally, pussy was being decimated by long hard cocks as the girls were spit roasted, men appeared from nowhere and the girls were being reamed in all their holes at once, Tracy was squirming a bit by now, feeling not moisture, wetness dripping out her, as the girls were pulled up onto beams that had now appeared beside the bed, the nipple clamps that bound them together were matched by the chains that had been brutally clamped to their red pussies, a butt plug had appeared and was being blown up the in the blonds arse as she squirmed and squealed, the brunette was being whipped with a nasty looking crop that made her jump, pulling the chains and making them both cry out.
