The majority of married people will admit it is never all fun, blissful happiness, rampant desire and multi-orgasmic loving making, but, however, most of the time life is just living day in and day out, almost mundane routine. Highs and lows tend to be rarer than just the comfortable day by day bumbling along of two people. Change never comes overnight but is a gradual thing, maybe a new habit or chance opportunity sparks the move from normal to altered state.
Also sometimes in any long marriage you need space to indulge your own needs, sometimes you make the space, sometimes space is made for you, but worst of all is when your spaces are invaded by others.
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Cliff and Dawn Wright had been an average married UK couple, two grown-up daughters, nice house in a nice area with a not so nice mortgage, but no other major debts, you could say that they were on one of life's upward curves. Both girls were settled at university Alice now 19 in her first year, with Ellie her elder sister about to graduate, neither seemed keen to return home if they could manage to avoid it, so when the pandemic struck both girls elected to stay away until after the first lockdown so apart from the occasional handouts they were no trouble.
In some ways Cliff and Dawn had more freedom and space in the last eighteen months than they had in the previous twenty-two with the family home to themselves, with both girls either at Uni or in the case of Alice having a gap year working and climbing in the Spanish resort of Abella de la Conca.
The last year had seen Cliff's fiftieth birthday and their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, they had been lucky to dodge Covid-19 lockdowns, managing a small summer party to celebrate, and then the travel restrictions to enjoy a luxurious and indulgent second honeymoon at an exclusive Maldives resort. Eleven days and nights together being able to enjoy each other mentally and especially physically had pepped-up their marriage considerably more. Even on their return to an England beginning to worry about a second wave of Covid-19 they had continued the renewed vigour and frequency of their sex-life neither felt the need for space between them.
The effect of the first lockdown had been to increase their time spent together without the need to catch-up on events or household tasks that commuting and in Cliff's case overnight stays had been a feature of the preceding few years. They hadn't immediately taken the opportunities for their renewed physical connection, as shaking off the routine of the previous five to ten years took a little time to realise. But as with lots of other people the change was gradual, both had work to complete and calls to attend to but they suddenly found there was more time to interact.
Whereas in the past the presence of children, work, or chores had meant sex had been restricted to night time and then mainly at weekends, the opportunity for turning morning lay-ins to morning love-ins had returned. Initially it had also felt somewhat risquΓ© increasing the desire and frequency. They had even managed morning sex sessions on the occasions when Dawn had needed to attend her city office to prepare monthly payrolls, invariably making her have to rush around to make the infrequent train service to London.
Dawn particularly had noticed the change in her levels of desire, especially for the early morning sessions which had never been her most alive time of the day. She generally woke on those days with an warm ache in her pussy and took control by preparing her husband, awake or not, by hand or for her kinkier moments by mouth before mounting him and riding his cock.
The vaguely disappointing element of their love-life now was the need for Cliff to withdraw before ejaculating, as Dawn had reached the awkward stage in life where her periods were becoming erratic and her doctor had advised her to come off the pill and put her on HRT. Neither of them liked using condoms as it broke spontaneity, and the latex after taste put them both off post-coital oral. However, they had adapted and found ways to stimulate each other until they had both climaxed, Dawn had even developed a taste for Cliff's spunk and now swallowed rather than spitting it out as she usually did.
Although they had never indulged in anything too kinky sexually, both of them had experimented with each other's boundaries over the years discovering the do's and don'ts without hurting the other's feelings. Mainly they enjoyed the sensual activities, intimate touching, massage, mild exhibitionism and some very light bondage play but never any whips and chains. Most of the boundaries were established before the advent of children when uninterrupted time was at it's zenith.
The foibles of each other's senses were well known, for instance, Dawn had a sensitivity to having her earlobes sucked particularly her left one. Cliff had often joked that if any other man found out she would not be able to resist giving her body to him. Cliff on the other hand had hyper-sensitive nipples, Dawn once made him cum from five minutes of licking, sucking and teasing, without touching his cock once, it had been so violent an ejaculation that it had looped over her head and landed on his nose and chin. Spontaneously she had licked his cum from his chin and passionately kissed him, something she had never done for anyone before, discovering Cliff did not baulk at tasting and swallowing his own emissions.
Although they now rarely discussed their sexual wants, their connection as a couple seemed to override any need to examine why either of them may have changed their sexual habits. Dawn accepted that HRT and the fact that they had much more alone time had increased frequency, but the change in her taking a more forward approach to tactile, passionate sex was from her part down to her chance discovery of erotica and self-confidence since restarting work in London.
A paperback book of sensuous short stories found on a family holiday three years before had piqued her interest, and led her to take a more forward approach to their sexual couplings. That holiday had been the turning point for them from a relatively low sexual point in their marriage to the gradual upswing they had been on.
Dawn had mistakenly left her standard chick-lit choice of book on her seat as she corralled her daughters off the plane whilst Cliff had gathered their cabin baggage. The travel had been fraught with an just turned eighteen year old daughter who really did not want to be on holiday with her parents, and a sixteen year old who was determined to wind-up her elder sister. Cliff and Dawn had ended up squeezed into the middle seats of separate rows so that the girls both had a window seat. Unfortunately they were saddled with six drunken twenty-somethings seated around them generally causing mayhem for three hours.
The relief of getting to the hotel room and seeing the girls head almost immediately to the pool had been bliss. Even the chore of unpacking and tidying the girls rooms after they had both ransacked their cases for swimsuits and towels leaving a heap of clothes and toiletries behind had been therapeutic.
It was only after shooing Cliff out, to check on the girls whilst she changed, that she realised her book was missing and whilst searching around found two slim paperbacks presumably left behind by previous occupants. Picking up the one that seemed to have the more chick-lit style title 'Little Birds', Dawn then changed into her one-piece swimsuit, checking quickly for too much side boob or stray pubes, slipped on a beach shawl, sunglasses, hat, sandals and headed off to the pool area.
She found them in a corner three rows away from the pool, with only two sunbeds in what was already a very crowded area. The girls were already badgering a stony faced Cliff for something and Dawn assumed he would be agreeing just to get a little peace. Picking her way through the lines of sunbeds and assorted lilos Dawn noticed a few heads mainly male turn to look at her as she passed by. She guessed that 18-year old Ellie would have had similar experience when she first arrived at the pool area. The pale as yet untanned skin would pick them out as newbies, but their stature and breast size generally made people look twice.
Dawn was 5' 10' and her daughter was an inch taller, she had also inherited Dawn's curse as she thought of it, her breast size was a 32E, but the rest of her body far less curvaceous, long slender legs topped by tight buttocks exaggerated the contrast of her enormous jugs.