After twelve years of marriage, my wife, Lara and I, were facing disaster. We both enjoyed each other’s company, and most of the big things; career, finances, and family, were not an issue. We decided long ago not to have kids, so we could concentrate on our careers. The problem was sex.
Lara was raised in a conservative religious family in a small town. Despite her staggering looks, which attracted me in the first place, she was always uncomfortable with sex. We were both 35 now, but the combination of her 35C breasts, perfectly shaped legs, and beautiful face with full lips always attracted attention. Unfortunately, she purposely dressed in a dull, frumpy way, with collars to her chin and usually pants, to avoid that attention. And the few times I suggested anything mildly different in bed, she said she just wasn’t comfortable experimenting with sex. We were down to very routine screwing, once every two weeks or so. Both of us were wondering how much longer this could go on. I was completely frustrated after years of getting turned on by her spectacular body, only to be limited to the same thing in bed.
Finally one evening at home over dinner, I opened up and told Lara I thought we had to at least try something new, or consider marriage counseling. After some discussions, she agreed for the first time to watch an adult video with me. The next Friday night, I carefully selected a film that received high ratings from women: some explicit sex, but not just a bunch of banging. After dinner and some wine, I set up the film, and as I laid back on the couch, Lara reclined with her back to my chest. There were about seven sex scenes, and during the second, I started rubbing under Lara’s breasts.
One of the greatest turn-on’s about Lara is her tits. They’re not overly large, but when she gets excited, not just her nipples get erect, but the whole areola. I’ve looked at men’s magazines my entire adult life, and I’ve only seen three or four women whose nipples react like that.
In the third sex scene, the film became more explicit. The guy in the film took out his huge cock, and the actress started sucking him. I could feel my wife become more excited. She said she had never watched anything like this before, and with her prudish upbringing, I knew she was telling the truth. By the end of the film, I had her shorts off, and had brought her to two orgasms with my fingers. When it was over, we had a session more excited than in several years.
A few nights later at the dinner table, Lara said she was really turned on by the film, and wanted to watch it again. We repeated the whole thing the next night. Part of the film plot involved the woman becoming totally submissive to the man. I noticed that Lara became especially turned on at that section.
A few weeks later, our sex life was a little improved, but not much. After a depressingly routine session, I told Lara it was time to take some more drastic action to solve our sex problems. She became very quiet for a few minutes, and then said, “You have a birthday coming in two weeks. For my gift to you, that night I’ll do what we saw in the movie.” I asked, “You mean, give me a blowjob?” This would have been a great step forward. In twelve years of marriage, Lara had only put my dick in her mouth three or four times. Once she told me she just felt guilty doing it, and she knew it was because of the way she was raised. I didn’t want to push her to do something she didn’t like, so we just cut that out of our lovemaking.
“No,” she said. “I mean I’ll be your slave for the night.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My shy, prudish wife was talking about submission. I couldn’t help but smile. Her shyness took over for a minute, and she said, “But not until your birthday.” I said, “That will give me some time to plan.”
The following weekend, I had my birthday wish in mind. It required one major day of work. Our house has a laundry room next to our master bedroom. On Saturday, I cut a large rectangular hole in the wall between the two rooms, over the head of our bed. Lara thought I’d gone crazy, but I just said, “This is part of my birthday present.” I then installed a one-way mirror, so that as long as a light was on in the bedroom, I could see in from the laundry room without being seen. I also installed a sensitive microphone near the floor, so with headphones, I could hear everything in the bedroom. Lara had a worried look on her face, but her innocence kept her from realizing what I had in mind.
As the next week passed, I became more nervous with anticipation. Finally, my birthday arrived on a Friday. I could tell we both had butterflies in our stomachs. Before I left for work that morning, I said, “Sure you don’t want to take back your gift?” With a little bit of worry on her face, she said, “I made a promise, and I’ll keep it. Your gift begins at 8:00 p.m.”
That night at the stroke of 8:00, I told Lara we were going out for a nice dinner. I told her to take a shower. When she stepped out, I dried her gorgeous body, gave her a robe, and told her to do her hair and makeup. We both had a glass of wine as I watched her do her eyes and lips, much sexier than usual. Then I laid out some clothes that I had spent a few hours that afternoon picking out. First I had her put on black stockings with elastic garter tops, something she never wore before. Then a deep blue silk blouse, just a little low cut. She looked at me wondering about a bra, but without a word, the look on my face told her that wasn’t allowed. The blouse wasn’t see-through, because I knew she would be too self-conscious, but I could see her nipples pressing out against the thin material, and when she walked, her breasts bounced fabulously. I chose a black skirt, a few inches above her knee, and black high heels a little higher than she had ever worn before. It was also the first time she wore a skirt out of the house without panties. She looked stunning, and by her kiss I could tell she was excited.
We went to a small five-star hotel restaurant for a leisurely dinner. A few minutes after we came in, two men, late thirties, in business suits sat at a table nearby. I could see both of them catching glances at Lara, and I knew she saw them looking. After about twenty minutes, I told her, “Now my birthday gift starts. I want you to pull your skirt up higher. Don’t look at those two men because I want them to get a good look at you.” Lara bit her lower lip, but did exactly as I ordered. We talked a little, and I saw the two men throwing glances at her great legs. A few minutes later, I said, “Higher, above the top of your stockings.” Lara looked both worried and excited. After a short hesitation, she adjusted in the chair, and with her legs crossed, lifted her skirt above the stockings. I let the two men look for about ten minutes and by now they were staring. The waiter came to our table and got a good look at Lara’s legs also. He had a sly smile on his face as he walked back to the kitchen. Then I said, “Now, I want you to slowly lift up your skirt, uncross your legs and spread them a little, so these two men can see your pussy. But don’t look at them. Then you can slowly cross them again.”
This time, Lara turned red, and I reminded her of her promise. Then, after a deep breath, slowly she uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was already high enough that I’m sure her pussy lips were clearly showing to the two businessmen. She must have had the feeling, “Well, it’s done now,” so she let them look for a good 45 seconds before crossing her legs again, much longer than I expected. My dick grew hard watching her, and knowing these two men were getting a good look at Lara’s cunt. Just then our main courses arrived, and we took time to finish a great meal.
After I paid the bill, we got up and Lara said, “Wait ‘til I get you home.” I told her, “Honey, my gift is just beginning.” I had a detailed plan in my mind.
Outside the restaurant, I told Lara we were going to the hotel bar-lounge. This was a real luxurious place, and I knew the lounge always had a great quiet jazz trio and an upscale business clientele. “But,” I told her, “we’re not going together. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” Lara’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.
I went in, and everything looked comfortable. A Friday night, so there were several customers, mostly men in business suits. Lara came in, and several heads turned her way. She sat as I instructed. Before long, a man in his late thirties, handsome and trim, came up and asked if he could join Lara. She glanced at me, and I gave a small nod. She quietly told the guy he could join her. I was close enough to hear their conversation. His name was Dave. He was from out of town and had just finished several days of meetings. He’d be flying home tomorrow. Lara told him her husband was out of town, and she had come to unwind with a drink after a long week at work. After a few minutes, I thought she may have forgotten about me nearby, and they were having a friendly conversation about restaurants in town.
Two glasses of wine later, I watched Dave put his hand on my wife’s knee. She must have known what I wanted because she didn’t push it away. Another twenty minutes, and I could see Lara didn’t know what to do next. Just then, Dave made his move and asked her to come up to his room. I stood up, and heard Lara say, “I need to visit the restroom.”
Outside the bar, we went in an alcove and I gave Lara a deep kiss. She said, “Can we go now?”
I answered, “You’re my slave, and we’re not done yet.”
“I’ll do as I promised,” she said.
“You bet you will, or I’ll give you a good hard spanking so you can’t sit for a few days. Now, go back in there and tell Dave you won’t go to his room, but he can come to your house.” There was a flash of fear in Lara’s eyes.
“I can’t do that,” she said.
“Okay, we can just end it,” I said, a little angrily.
Lara looked down, and quietly said, “Okay. I made a promise. I’ll tell him.” She was clearly scared, but I could also see something I’d never seen before: sexual excitement.
“Now follow these two orders. He can’t touch you until you take him to our bedroom. And leave the light on.” I gave her another kiss, and I could feel her lips quiver.
I stood outside the bar where I could see both of them. By the look on Dave’s face, Lara followed through and asked him. While he asked for a bill, I quickly walked to the car so I could get home before they did. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. I parked several houses away, went in the house, and set myself up in the laundry room. I sat there thinking, “What if he takes her when they’re still downstairs? What if he turns off the light?” My heart was pounding.
After what seemed hours, but was probably only about 25 minutes, the two of them entered the bedroom. Both were still fully dressed. I fit on the headphones.
Dave took Lara’s elbow from behind, turned her around, and gave her a deep kiss. I could see his tongue darting in her mouth. After a short hesitation, Lara put her arms around his neck and gave into his kiss. Her tongue was answering his. Next he ran his right hand from the back of her waist, up her side, and cupped her breast. I could see her nipples become erect, and the bulge in Dave’s pants grew. When Lara gets excited, her legs become weak, and I could tell she was having trouble standing.
After several minutes of kissing, Dave turned, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, and said, “Strip. But slowly.” Lara, facing both Dave and me, waited a few seconds, looked down, and slowly pulled the blouse out of her skirt, then up over her head. Her breasts were excited, and I could tell she was both nervous and hot. Then she unzipped the back of the skirt. With a little pause, she let it drop, and her soft pussy hair was uncovered. Next she started to take off her shoes, but Dave said, “Stop there.”
Dave stood up, and slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. As I thought, he was in great shape. In a few smooth moves, his shoes were off, and his slacks and boxers dropped to the floor. His cock was a good two inches larger than mine, and by now hard as a rock. Then Lara almost made me cream right off. Without Dave saying anything, she walked to him, turned him sideways to the mirror, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his dick in her mouth. Slowly, she started moving it in and out, and he gently stroked her hair. Here was my prude wife, who wouldn’t do anything provocative for the past 12 years, jamming the cock of a total stranger in her mouth.
I could tell Dave came close to exploding twice, and the second time, he stopped Lara just in time, took her by the shoulders and from behind, walked her to a chair facing the desk next to our bed. He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits for a few minutes, with his prick against her ass. Then he said, “Take two steps back.” Lara obeyed. “Now spread your feet apart and put your hands on the back of the chair.” Lara followed his command. Dave walked up behind her, took his cock in his hand, and started rubbing it up and down her cunt. Lara turned her face toward me, but had her eyes were closed and mouth open, obviously lost in excitement. Then there was a quick jerk, and I knew Dave had pushed his cock head into her. He started pumping her from behind with his hands on both sides of her waist, and I could see his wet cock each time he pulled back. Their pace built, and Lara’s moans were getting louder. Finally, he was pounding into her, and his hips began to jerk in orgasm. This brought her to climax. Of course, I had my meat in hand, and I came along with them.
They both kissed for a while, and Lara got a towel to wipe the jism running down her leg. They lay on the bed chatting, kissing, and fondling each other. After ten minutes or so, I could see Dave’s cock coming back to life. Their kisses became more passionate, and he placed her on her back on the bed in front of me. He pulled her legs, still in the black stockings, above his shoulders, taking her ankles in his hands. I watched as he plunged his big dick down into my wife’s pussy, and she closed her eyes and began to move her hips with his. They both lasted about ten minutes before coming this time.
Dave and Lara fucked six times that night. After the fourth time, Dave turned off the light, and for the last two orgasms, I just listened, but this still brought me off.
At 4:30 AM, Dave left for the hotel because he had an early flight out. Lara put on a robe, and told me she gave him a goodbye kiss at the door, knowing the neighbors wouldn’t be awake at that hour.
We waited until Saturday evening to have sex so Lara could recover, but by then Lara was uncontrollable. She started me off with a good dick sucking, and said she had enjoyed my gift as much as I did. I told her I never came so hard as when I watched her with Dave. We both still had the jitters from the excitement. Dave could have been a jerk, or violent, but instead he turned out to be the perfect gentleman. Lara said he gave her his office phone and e-mail address, and she could find out when he was coming back to town. I said the only mistake I made was not video taping them so we could watch it again. Quietly, Lara said, “Maybe we should correct that next time.” I only smiled.
After 12 years, our dull marriage took a complete turn. Now I was married to a shy, prude, but we both knew that a confident woman who loves sex was just under the skin.