My wife had not been sleeping lately, I knew something was on her mind, I knew in her own time she would eventually come around and discuss it with me. What caused the change? I did not know, I could only associate it to a weekend away about two months ago. She had traveled to Cape Cod alone to take a weekend class, upon her return I noticed something was different.
Just last weekend, we returned from dinner, backed the car into our garage. As I exited the car, I heard the motor to our garage door as it closed the two of us in. I turned to her. She glanced in my direction she began to lower her pants till they fell around her ankles. As I walked toward her, she turned her back to me, as she leaned forward at the waist she reached, one hand on the exterior mirror for balance, the second reached back spreading her cheeks inviting me to enter her.
That was not the only change I observed, sex in the bedroom changed. The theme she desired was more about me dominating her. She wanted to be held down, taken against her will. I noticed how turned her on this made her. I could hear it in her breathing, I could tell be her response to touch, her nipples began to harden to the touch and her juices flowed freely as I met her desires.
The other day, she had an unexpected request.
"I need a new toy," she said in a shy but wanting tone.
I am no prude. I have bought all of my wives toys for her. The most recent was a realistic shaped penis and her favorite vibrator she refers to as her Lelo.
"Don't you have everything you need?" I asked of her.
She sat there staring back at me. I could tell she was in thought.
"No," she answered..."I was thinking."
She paused, I could tell she was questioning herself, wondering what my response would be to her request. Then she hit me with it.
"I want another dildo" she said, "I want a big, long, thick cock shaped dildo."
I actually found her request quite surprising. The realistic 6.5 inch dildo she already owned did not get much use that I knew of. Now she sat before me desiring another realistic cock, this one, bigger, longer and thicker.
When she realized that I was not offended by her request I think she felt free to share her naughty desires with me.
"I want you to mount it firmly on something," she said.
"What do you have in mind?" I inquired of her.
She turned her head off to the side of out bed and stared intently.
"Find a way to mount it on my AB-Glider," she said.
An "AB-Glider" for those of you who don't know is an exercise machine that one kneels on, it has a leather-padded cushion that supports your body, you reach forward and grab two bicycle like handlebars for support and then you twist your body from side to side as you glide back and forth on the leather cushion.
"I want to be able get on my knees," she said.
My wife got off the bed and straddled the AB Glider, not in the normal fashion it was designed for. She was backward with her firm ass facing the handlebars. Kneeling on the floor with the metal frame between her legs, she bent forward resting her elbows upon the leather padded seat cushion.
Once in this position she demonstrated to me what she had in mind. Slowly she began to glide back and forth, her upturned ass now moved away from the handlebars and then back toward them. As her ass moved closer to the handlebars her cheeks were reaching the frame of the AB-glider. I watched as she did this several times, her elbow comfortable resting on the leather pads supporting the weight of her body.
She suddenly stopped her brief demonstration, she looked over her shoulder and spoke.
"Back there," she said. "I want you to mount it back there on the frame."
It was obvious to me that she had been fantasizing about this for a while. It was obvious to me that she desired to get fucked from behind by a large, long thick cock and 6.5 inches was not going to do it.
My once proper spouse was now sharing her hidden fantasies with me, the sexual beast was now awake within her.
I did not know why, but I suspected in good time that too would be revealed.
Several nights later she arranged for the two of us to be alone. She prepared a romantic meal. After dinner I cleaned up as she poured us each a glass of wine.
"I got something to tell you" she said.
She then motioned to join her in the bedroom.
We turned the lights out in the kitchen, grabbed our glasses of wine and retired to the confines of our bedroom.
"I have to talk to you about the weekend I went away" she said.
My wives expression spoke many words to me as I sat there listened carefully to every word.
"OK," she said, "let me explain."
"It was Friday evening," she recalled. "I had just arrived and checked into the hotel, I was hungry from my trip and went to the lounge for some dinner." As I sat at the bar, I people watched noticing the majority of people were couples," she said
"I was sad you were not there" she said to me.
"Before retiring for the evening I drank two martinis." "I felt a little tipsy," she explained.
"Expecting to hear from you I returned to my room, awaiting your call." "As I waited I called room service for more towels." "They told me that they would send some to my room shortly," she stated.
After her shower she dressed in a yellow tank top and matching panties. The yellow top has always been a favorite of mine. Its shear thin material alway clung to her body and emphasized her firm, round, breast. Her petite hard nipples always strained the material making it almost transparent and see-through.
"I was unusually horny after the shower," "probably the martini's." "I turned on the television and ordered an adult movie," she said.
"I waited for your phone call, I was feeling relaxed," "I brought along some toys to entertain myself as I laid upon the bed."
Without realizing it my wife soon drifted to sleep.
