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MARRIAGE REVIVAL.
By Spiller.
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A couple of years ago my husband and I went
through one of those nasty periods that come to most
marriages: Everyday chores, too much work, to much
routine - it all got to us, and we forgot about each
other. Our lovemaking dwindled and lost almost all
its quality. Passion was out, predictability trundled
its wide path through our jungle, and when we finally
realised what had happened we were on the brink of no
return.
I woke up one late evening at a party by some
friends, and found that I was so close fucking another
guy. At least I had come so far that his hands were
in my panties and my juices were running freely down
my thighs. Fortunately I cooled down and left the gazebo
and returned to the party. Only to notice that my
handsome husband was dancing quite a lot too close
to a not even very pretty girl.
It took me a few minutes to sober up and realise,
that this was not at all what I wanted. I didn't make
much of a scene out of it, only I got hold of Winston
when he had finished squeezing all the air out of that
plumb blonde.
"Would you mind very much to go home now?"
"No, that would be all right with me. You tired?"
"Yeah, in a way. At least tired of myself. I want
a talk with you."
"Sure, dear. Let's go home."
We made our good-byes and got into the car. I
suddenly remembered something I had read in a magazine.
A lot of people like to talk when they are driving.
Seems to relax people, and the surroundings are not
the same old couch or kitchen table.
"Please. Couldn't we take a drive round the lake
before we go home?"
That drive is at least an hour, but on this
moonlit night it should be very beautiful.
"Of course we can. Just thought you were tired."
"No, not really. Just tired of myself - ... and
of us, I guess."
Winston drove silently for a few minutes. By now
we had reached the road that runs along the shoreline
of the big lake. The moon was mirrored in the glassy
surface, and all in all the sight was nearly too romantic.
"Why are you tired of us? And of yourself?"
"Well. I don't know how to begin. Oh, yes. I'll
start about tonight. About an hour ago I found myself
in the gazebo with a stranger's hand in my panties and
my cunt dripping like a faucet. And that is not at all
what I want. What I really want is to have your hand
in my panties to make my cunt drip. Just like you could
do it twenty years ago. Do you know what I feel?"
"I guess I do. I was dancing with a fat-assed blonde,
and even though I shouldn't have looked twice at her
just a few years ago, I felt my cock rise to the occasion."
"Yes, I noticed."
"Were you jealous? Is that why you wanted to get home?"
"No. That's the bad thing about it. I wasn't even jealous.
I just registered that you were making a fool out of yourself,
just as I had done in the gazebo. Are you jealous that another
guy could make me flood my panties?"
"I guess you're right. I may be a little bit jealous
that he could make your juices flow. Must have been a horny
feeling."
"Yes, it sure was. Did you get excited about putting
that fat erection into your broad-assed blonde?"
"Yes I did. I can still feel the precum making my shorts
damp."
"And my panties are still wet. Made wet by another
guy's fingers."
For a while we drove along in silence. Winston had
slowed down the speed, and the silent humming of the engine
filled the cabin, though it was down to almost a whisper.
I cleared my throat which seemed to be filled up
with a large lump.
"I guess that this is a situation where a lot of couples
try to rekindle the fires by allowing each other to do a bit
of experimenting on the side. But that is really not what I want."
"It's the same for me", Winston said. "You know, Alice,
I've had these lusts before, and I have had a few
close ones, where I have only backed out in the last moment."
"What do YOU want, then?"
"I don't know. Well, of course I know. But is it
possible? I'd love for us feel the same passion we did
years ago. I'd love to have a hardon all the way home
from the office, just like I did then, because I was crazy
for a fuck in the kitchen or in the basement."
"And I'd love to walk around half the afternoon with a
sanitary napkin in my panties, just so that you'd not
be too confident when you got home and found me wet all
over and Little Johnny parked by the neighbours."
"You did that?"
"I was so crazy for your cock, and I wanted you to
attack me and seduce me. But if I was all that wet you
would know it, so I had the napkin keep my pussy
relatively dry. And when I heard your car in the drive
I pulled it out and threw it in the bin."
Three quarters of the way round the lake there is a
shelf high above the water. Winston must have had the same
feeling as I did. He pulled off the road and parked close to
the edge. We talked and talked for an hour or more. And got
closer and closer to each other again. I was very mellow with
happiness and hope for the future. We promised each other to
ease down on the workload, to consciously spend more time
together, make small weekend trips - nothing spectacular,
just to get out of the house a few times.
Winston brought up an idea that later proved most
beneficial: We are no longer the people we were twenty
years ago. We'd have to learn about each other again. Each
week we'd take turns bringing an erotic fantasy into our bedroom.
And when I had brought in a fantasy, Winston would play along
for the whole week and excite me talking about it in bed. And
visaversa, of course. And that was, what it was supposed to be:
Fantasies. There would be no obligation to try and live them out.
By now it was way past two o'clock. There was absolutely
no traffic on the road, and we had the shelf all to ourselves.
Suddenly Winston turned towards me, and his voice was
hoarse and raspy:
"I want to feel your panties made wet by another guy!"
I was a little shocked at first, but not that surprised.
"Be my guest", I said as I lifted my left leg up on the
seat and lifted my skirt to give him free access.
His hand reached out and he pressed a couple of fingers
against the wet gusset. Fortunately I was wearing my shiny,
white silk panties, and the moonlight was enough to show the
dark patch where my cunt had leaked.
"He sure made you wet, love. Was it that good?"
"I'll tell you, if you'll tell me how your cock felt
against the blonde's tummy."
"OK, I will. Put your hand down into your panties
and show me what happened."
I slid my hand down across my flat belly and sneaked
it down the waistband. I had never done anything like this,
and the new sensations added more juice to my already wet cunt.
"We had been dancing on the terrace, and I could feel
that he was horny. He too had an erection pressing into
MY belly. Then he led me down to the gazebo. He stood
behind me and I was facing the house as I felt one hand
on my breasts, and his right hand lift up my skirt and
stroke my cunt on the outside of my panties."
"Were you getting wet?"
"My cunt was fluttering. It was I who took his hand
in mine, and while I held out the waistband with my
left hand, I pushed his right hand down into my panties."
"Move your hand exactly like he did it!" Winston
sounded hoarse and horny like I only remembered from
a long time ago. I complied and moved my hand just as
Jonas had done.
"Can you see, he frigged me completely different from
the way you do it?" I was moving two fingers in circles
round and round my clit. Winston usually takes my clit
between two fingers and moves them up and down.
"It's sooo wild to see, and soooo wild to know, that you
did it only a couple of hours ago. Tell me just a little
bit more."
"It's actually you who make me horny now, you bastard.
But I'll tell. He smelled different, he felt different,
and while he was bringing me to the brink of coming, all
I could think of was, if his cock would feel different too."
I stopped my fingers. I definitely didn't want to come now.
I wanted to hear Winston's story.
"I'm not going to do or say anything until you have told
me about that blonde!"
I pulled my hand out of the panties but kept my thighs
spread for Winston to look at.
"I just wanted to dance", he started. "I asked the
nearest person, and she said yes. When we were on the
floor everything was normal for the first tune. Then a
slow one came up, and suddenly I was very conscious, that
she was pressing those big, soft tits into my chest.
And a little later I felt a soft belly and soft thighs
pressed against me down there.I didn't think the world of
it in the beginning, but my cock turned out to have a life
of its own, and suddenly I was very much aware that I was
poking a stiff member into her soft belly."
"What were you thinking?"
"Nothing at all. But she must have been thinking! When
she felt my cock, she grabbed my hips and pressed her
abdomen even tighter into mine. And then she proceeded
to wriggle a little from side to side to let that soft
belly massage my cock! and that's when I started thinking."
"Take out that stiff cock you've got in your pants now,
and play with it while you tell me more."
Winston looked questioningly at me. This was quite a bit
out of caracter for me.
"Come on, chicken. I played with mine for you to see."
Quickly he whipped out a wonderful long and stiff erection
and started pulling his foreskin up and down on his cockhead.
"I enjoyed her soft belly on my cock for a little while,
and I wondered how it would feel to lie on top of her soft
body. But then she got me going. She whispered into my ear
that my cock felt wonderful against her belly, but that
she'd also love to feel it press into her bum, if she turned
round and danced with her back to me. And that's just what
she did. She turned round in my arms and pressed that big
arse against me, and I could feel that I was poking in
between those two, soft globes."
By now I was really horny. I lifted my ass from the carseat
and pulled off my panties. They were dripping wet and smelled
really pungent. I spread my legs again for Winston to see.
"And what then?"
"Then she turned round in my arms again and continued
massaging my cock with her belly. She bit my earlobe and
asked me if I wanted to try that again. I said yes, that
she was very comfortable, but next time I would want to
feel her naked ass against me. And do you know what she
answered?"
"No, " I panted. By now my fingers were rubbing my clit
again with those circular movements.
"She said, `sure'. If you really want to, it's easy, because
I have no underwear. If we find a dark corner in the garden
you can lift up my skirt and fuck me from behind as fast as
you can do it."
The image of Winston behind that fat, probably snow-white
ass, combined with the heat my long and skinny masturbator had
raised in me, was just too much. I had to do something about it.
"I can't wait till we get home, Winston. Go on masturbating
that pretty cock while you think of your wide-assed dancer.
Come here: Kneel in front of me and wank yourself all the
way until you are going to come, and the second you start
ejaculating I want you to push it all the way up into my cunt."
There was a little rustle while we slid the seat back so
Winston could kneel between my thighs. When he was right where I
wanted him I said:
"All right, love. Now I'll masturbate for you, exactly the
way Jonas did it to me, and you bring yourself to explode,
but remember: I want it all inside me in just one push"
Winston was groaning as he looked at my fingers imitating my
infidelity earlier that night, and his right hand was working like
a piston.
"I was so close to taking her down into the garden. If you
hadn't returned I'd have done it, you know. I was really
horny to bury my cock in all that soft flesh. Oh, my God,
I'm going to come, Alice. I'm so close."
I spread my legs a bit further and pulled my cunt completely
open with my two hands.
"Then get ready to push it in. Don't spill on the seat,
but I will not allow you more than just one push - no fucking.
Come, put your cockhead against the entrance, and keep it up."
It was a wild feeling when his hand hit my thighs and my cunt
for the last few strokes. And then he suddenly pushed all the way
in, and big, hot spurts of semen hit the bottom of my cunt. I resumed
my own masturbation, and then I groaned:
"Oh, my God, Winston, his fingers are bringing me over the
hill now. I'm cooommmiingg. Eeeeeccchhh, oh damn you, it's good."
My cunt was contracting wildly, and wave after wave of lust
and satisfaction overwhelmed me.
"You're really squeezing me, you hot cunt. It's the best ever.
I'm still spurting into you."
We collapsed, exhausted mentally and physically.
We stayed like that, Winston buried in me, until the
position was getting uncomfortable for him. Then he pulled
out of me, moved his slacks up where they were supposed to
be, and took the seat behind the wheel.
I put my legs down, but left my panties on the
glove-shelf.
"Let's get home, darling," I said.
He started the engine and soon we were in our
neighbourhood, and the familiar sounds of the gravel
in the drive, the turned off engine and the sounds of
us getting into the house reminded us that we were back
where it all started a few hours ago.
I put my arms round Winston and kissed him.
"Please, darling, let's not forget what we promised
each other. Let's get those flames burning again, `cause
it was so wonderful tonight."
"I shall NOT forget," he promised me.
"Let's go to bed. I'm really tired now. Tomorrow will
be fantasy-day number one. Let's throw a coin to see
who gets the honour of starting."
It turned out to be Winston who was supposed to bring up
a fantasy the next evening. He looked a bit apprehensive about
it, but I said:
"Come on, darling. There is NO limit, and I promise I'll
go along with anything you come up with. And you have got
all day tomorrow, too, to come up with something exciting."
He smiled at me and kissed me back.
"OK, love. I'll bring up something. Let's hit the sack."
"Fine with me, I'm dying for a sleep. By the way, maybe
you'd like to have these before I wash them."
With that I handed him my soaked panties and quickly
slipped off to bed.
See, this was actually the opening of the story I wanted
to write, because I really wanted to tell about some of the
fantasies, that we have exploited over the last two years. But
I guess that the memory of that evening set my juices flowing
again, and it was a pleasure to relive it. But I'll go on with
the real story.
Of course some of those weeks were better than others.
Only two or three were true bummers, that only kept us hot for
a day or two, or not at all. Others were really difficult to
leave after one week, but then we changed the rules, and quite
a few times we prolonged a fantasy with an extra week.
One of the memorable ones was about 5 months into our
`new age' as we called it. The night it was my turn I had turned
off all the light in our bedroom. When we were in bed, naked as
we usually did by now, I hesitated a little.
"Come on, Winston said, I can hardly wait what you have
for me tonight."
"I had a strange dream a couple of weeks ago. And I'd
like to turn that into a fantasy-week."
"Come on - tell me."
"Well. I dreamt that I was walking home from a movie,
and only a few houses down the street I suddenly felt a
man jump on me from behind. He held his hand over my
mouth and dragged me into the bushes where he raped me.
The thing that shocked me was, that when he was only
halfway through I was so horny I really didn't want him
to stop. Then I woke up, and my cunt and my thighs were
all wet and slippery. That is my fantasy for this week."
Winston turned over to lie on his left side, supporting
his head on his hand, looking down on me.
"That is a tough one, right out of the bag. Sounds
exciting, though. Just let me think a little while."
"Of course. You don't think it's too weird, do you?"
"No. Not at all. I'm just contemplating what to do right
now. For the next couple of days there is a lot of juicy
possibilities that I'd love to carry out."
I could feel that he was getting ready to get out of the bed.
"Just wait here for a few minutes, then I'll be back."
I could hardly wait. These few minutes before we started
on a fantasy were often very exciting. Often the beholder of the
fantasy would have to start the `play', but on this one I had
left all the initiative to Winston. Already I could feel my clit
twitching, and my nipples definitely didn't hide, that I was
highly aroused. I heard him come up the stairs again, and even
if the bedroom was completely dark I could feel him stand right
beside the bed.
"Wow. That's a pretty little bitch, we've got here."
He had changed his voice into something deeper and more
rough, and his accent was changed too.
"I've better sample a taste of this dish before I empty
her drawers."
I let out a small cry and then I said:
"Please, no. Please leave me alone. I shall not tell on
you, you know. Just take what you want and leave me be."
"I'm sure going to take what I want, miss, and what I want
right now is for you to shut up and spread your legs."
"No, no", I cried. "Oh, no. Don't hurt me."
Quickly he leaned over me on the bed, and a few seconds
later my hands were tied to the headrest, and he was trying to
put a gag in my mouth. The smell was well known, and by the
texture of it I guessed that it was the panties I gave him
after that party. When he had secured them with a handkerchief
tied round my neck I could feel him join me on the bed. With
his strong hands he ripped my nightgown off, tearing it to
pieces. When he had pulled my panties off I felt his rough hands
all over my body.
"My, my. What a lovely little housewife, we've got here.
I bet you don't get enough from that lazy husband you've got.
Yeah. I know he's out of town."
All the time he was mauling my breasts a lot harder than he
used to do. When he pinched my sensitive nipples I felt the pain
like a flash in my clit. Now he pressed his body against mine,
and for the first time I felt, that he was fully dressed.
"MMmmffffff. Rrrrrggghhhhh." I tried to sound a protest
through the gag.
"Now, that's not a way to treat a nice guy who's trying
to give you some joy. I think you have better shut up and
relax, `cause nothing you can do is going to keep my fat
cock away from your juicy little pussy."
Winston's hands were getting the better of me. He was still
mauling my breasts a lot harder than he normally does, and now he
just pushed two fingers up my cunt with no preliminaries.
Unfortunately I was already sopping wet with the anticipation I
had felt before I found the courage to tell him my fantasy. The
feeling of being totally at his mercy was ecstatic - but I'm sure
it was only because I felt safe in the back of my mind. Had it
been a real rape I'd have hated every second of it.
"Now, that's a nice juicy, white pussy. Ah really love the
way my fingers just slide in and out. I think I have better
put in another finger to prepare you for this fat pole I'm
going to push all the way up into you, right from your
pussy to your throat."
And he did it! I felt like dying, that's how horny I was.
He just rammed yet another finger into me. It felt so real like
a complete stranger that it sent fires all over my body, and to
be tied up with no means of escape was exhilarating. By now he
was pressing his body close to mine, and by the metal buttons
that were scraping my skin I could guess that he was wearing the
coverall he uses for gardening.
He leaned over me to suckle on the breast he was massaging
with his left hand, while he was churning his three right-hand
fingers in my cunt, and right out of the blue a violent orgasm
hit me with no preliminary warning. It just exploded right out
of nowhere, or maybe out of my brain, and washed through my
defenceless body. God it was wonderful, and I moaned and tried to
cry out through the panties in my mouth.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. That lousy husband of your's
doesn't know how to keep you happy. My God, little girl,
you're dripping and coming like a firecracker. And I haven't
even fucked you yet. But I'm going to do that now."
I felt his fingers leave my heated cunt and then they started
unbuttoning the fly of his coveralls.
"Spread your legs, cunt. And lift them a little. I want a
nice, co-operative fuck from you. If you don't want to have
your ass fucked to pieces, you have better get that sloppy
hole in motion, and I don't want any resistance. GOT IT ?"
I shook my head `yes', and while he rolled his body on top
of mine I spread my legs wide open.
"Lift them up, bitch. I wanna hit bottom!"
And lift them I did. My cunt was boiling and my head was
reeling with the perversion of my lust for this `rape'. When he
pushed his cock all the way into me in one hard push, I thought
I was going to die. I don't think Winston ever fucked me with
his clothes on. My naked skin was burning as the rough material
of his coveralls grated my whole front, and the brassbuttons of
his fly was hitting my mons and they were hurting in the most
delicious way. I don't think he fucked me for more than half a
minute before I started coming again. The next few minutes felt
like hours. It was one wild, continuous orgasm. I think I passed
out from the wild cramps, but fortunately I came to again. By
then my legs had slumped down on the mattress, but Winston had
just put more weight on me as he was no longer supporting his
body on his arms. The rough coverall made my skin burn and glow,
and as he was getting closer to his own orgasm he had started
mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples.
"That's great, little white pussy. I love it when you
are coming round my cock. Now get ready, cunt, `cause I'm
going to fill you up with a hell of a lot of sticky sperm."
I started coming again and I screamed my orgasm into the
smelling panties in my mouth.
"Are you ready now, you fucking cunt? I'm gonna fill you
up, bitch, and leave you tied here, so you sissy of a husband
will have a filled up cunt to suck clean. Do you think he'll
like that? Ohhhh. OOOOHHHHHHHH. YOU'RE A GREAT FUCK.
I'M COMMING. LIE STILL AND FEEL MY SPUNK FILLING YOU UP."
That did it! For the last time my cunt was spasming round
his cock while I felt it gush 8 or 10 times into me. I really don't
know how many, because I passed out again from sheer lust.
When I regained consciousness Winston had pulled out of me
and was standing beside the bed, and even in the darkness I could
feel his eyes on my fucked out body.
"I'm going to leave now, and because you were such a good
fuck I'll let you keep your things. But I'm leaving you tied up.
Can't have you call the police right away. When your husband
comes home, don't tell him how you enjoyed a real fuck. Play
the `poor, raped housewife'. But make sure he cleans you out.
You'll enjoy that!"
Suddenly he was gone. I heard him go downstairs, and there was
some rattling around. For quite a long time nothing happened. I have
to admit that I was getting horny again, waiting there, tied to the
bed, my cunt full, and the thought of Winston maybe doing what he had
implied: Acting the sissy husband licking out his `poor, raped wife'.
Well, that's exactly what he did, and with my panties removed
from my mouth I yelled and screamed two more violent orgasms
out into the darkness of our bedroom.
Winston showed a lot of initiative and imagination for the next
week, taking my fantasy to the limits, and even raping me in
the lift in my parent's apartment building.
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