"Alright, let's assume that I can get over the hurt of all of your affairs over the years. And let's assume that we do stay married. And let's assume that you will never go behind my back again. So. My first requirement is that you and I will fuck a lot more often. And that we incorporate some of the things that you craved with these other men, as well as some of my own hidden perversions. But I'm also willing to entertain the idea of you being with other men-- with my permission on a case-by-case basis ahead of time. I might even be willing to arrange a date or two for you. There are a couple of guys I know, whom you apparently HAVEN'T slept with yet, that might enjoy you for a night. It would be kind of a favor to them from both of us."
I sigh. "Yes, I guess I wasn't as... available as I should have been. So I will take responsibility for that. And I think I can forgive you. It won't happen overnight, but maybe we can work through it together. You've stuck with me through some hard times and through my problems with alcohol. I guess we were just dealing with our issues in different ways. I drank, you fucked. But in the end, neither one of us wanted to end our marriage. Something kept us together during those times."
I take a final pull on my dwindling cigarette, then slowly crush it out in the little ashtray on your thigh, looking at your face for signs of either pain or pleasure at the intense heat you must be feeling.
"And I think maybe if we spiced up our sex life, rekindled that flame we used to have, we'll both want to fuck each other more often. So maybe sometime we can just lay all of our kinky cards out on the table and figure out what we might want to explore together. Including you being with other men."
I sigh. "Yes, I guess I wasn't as... available as I should have been. So I will take responsibility for that. And I think I can forgive you. It won't happen overnight, but maybe we can work through it together. You've stuck with me through some hard times and through my problems with alcohol. I guess we were just dealing with our issues in different ways. I drank, you fucked. But in the end, neither one of us wanted to end our marriage. Something kept us together during those times."
"I hadn't thought of it where it is similar to your drinking problem. But actually that makes sense. The first time I was with another man, was after that big fight we had, about your drinking with the girl in the next apartment"
"Looking back especially in the beginning I would have sex with others, during a rough patch for us"
"Later I just did it because I could, and I loved it"
I take a final pull on my dwindling cigarette, then slowly crush it out in the little ashtray on your thigh, looking at your face for signs of either pain or pleasure at the intense heat you must be feeling.
When you crush it slowly or just let it burn out, I get the heat from I think you call it the cherry
I notice you're watching me, and while it doesn't hurt a lot. When it's out. I lift the ashtray and you can see a red mark there. We don't say a word, you stare at it, and I stare at you.
"And I think maybe if we spiced up our sex life, rekindled that flame we used to have, we'll both want to fuck each other more often. So maybe sometime we can just lay all of our kinky cards out on the table and figure out what we might want to explore together. Including you being with other men."
"I would love to spice up our sex life, I'm thinking maybe soon we take a weekend away, before the kids come home. Go somewhere new so we can share fantasies more openly???"
"Just and idea"
I smile as I grab the ashtray and put it on the floorboards, then put my hand on the slight red spot on your thigh and rub it gently. "I think that's a great idea, baby. It'll be fun to sneak off to a hotel like we did when we were dating. God, we had some wild times, didn't we? I'll make us a reservation I bet that place we loved down in Arkansas, in Eureka Springs. That one with all of the themed suites? We'll take a road trip and make a 3-day vacation out of it. Sound good, baby?"
I lean over and give you a gentle kiss on the lips, giving you a slight taste of alcohol and burnt tobacco.
My eyes widen in surprise, but then a Cheshire Cat grin nearly splits my head in two. Then I look around to see if any of our neighbors might be out or passing by within view. "You want to? I've jerked off back here dozens of times when you were gone or asleep, imagining exactly that."
I stand up and give you a hand to your feet. Then I pull you close and kiss you passionately, running my hands all over your body as I undress you.
"I know you have, you sometimes leave a mess!!!!"
"Had no idea it was dozens of times though"
"I want our new sex life to start with something differernt!!!"
Stepping out of my shorts, standing naked in front of you
"Your turn"
I turn and lean over the railing, letting my breasts hang, looking back at you
"Come on Baby, otherwise we may be putting a show on for the neighbors"
I slip my shorts and boxers down to my ankles, and guide my rock-hard prick to your surprisingly wet entrance. Right now, I don't want to make love to you. I just want to FUCK you. So in one almost violent motion, I shove my 7" cock all the way up your cunt, my balls slapping against your engorged clitoris. You let out a little yelp in surprise, then a groan as I reach around and grab onto your tits to use as handles as I begin pumping in and out of you.
"Ohh God!!!! That feels good honey!!!!!!"
pushing back against you, holding onto the railing as you use my tits to fuck me harder, harder then you have in forever
"Fuck me, like you want a stranger to fuck me!!!!!"
"Oh shit, baby," I growl at your encouragement. I squeeze your tits violently as I thrust in and out of your surprisingly wet cunt. I look around our backyard, almost wishing one of our neighbors would come out and see me fucking my slut wife. Maybe one that you've already fucked! For a microsecond, I think I need to ask you about our neighbors...
"God, you feel good, Bec," I pant as I pump in and out. "Your pussy still feels so tight after all these years and all those other guys, baby. But from now on, it's my pussy. I might share it with other men, but at the end of the day, your cunt belongs to me. ALL of your holes belong to me."
Pushing back against you!!!!!!
"You are still one of the biggest cocks I've had!!!!!!"
"Fuck me honey!!! You do own me now!!!!'
"Keep me as yours, or share me with others. I will still love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Cum for me!!!!! Fill my cunt with your come!!!!!"
"Or spray it all over my back, mark your territory!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hearing you yell out for the world to hear that you still love me triggers both my heart and my neglected testicles, and I feel my load start to boil over. You wanting to be marked gives me a deliciously naughty idea.
I pull my cock out of you and quickly grab you, turn you around, and force you down onto your knees in front of me. "You wanna be marked, slut? Here!"
I jack my cock furiously as my balls release their pent-up load. My first squirt flies right over your head, leaving a thin trail of slime straight up your nose. I aim it a bit better to pump two, three, even four more globs all over your forehead and cheeks and open mouth. "Take it, bitch," I growl as I squeeze the last few globules onto your extended tongue. "I've branded you like the fucking slut you are. Now suck my balls dry."
I gently pull you back up to your feet as I fight for air. I cup your sperm covered face with one hand and run my fingers through your short brown hair with the other. "Thank you for that, baby. That was the best we've had in a long time. And you... well, you look fucking amazing like that."
I scoop a globule of my semen hanging from your hard nipple, study it for a moment, then suck it off my finger. It's been a long time since I've tasted my own cum. But you've always been clear about how much you love swallowing jizz, and obviously have been doing it much more than I knew until recently, so I figure I may as well taste mine again.
"Maybe later you can go through your old pictures and show me some examples of when you've let other men paint your face like this. And... well, the Daddy thing really got me going. Maybe we can explore that more at the hotel. What do you think?"
"Great idea, babe!" I pull up my shorts and grab my cell phone out of the pocket, then thumb on the camera. "Smile for me, slut!" I'm now using the term in endearment, not in derision. The more I think about my beautiful, sexy, and horny wife sleeping around, the more I'm not only accepting her past, but starting to embrace it.
You smile as broadly as in all of your photos with the other men, enjoying our impromptu session immensely. I take a couple quick pics of you beaming with my ejaculate streaming down your face. I show you both pictures, and you point to the second one. "I like that one, honey," you say as you wipe a glob of goo from your right eye. "I want you to send that to me, and I want us both to keep it on our phones so we can always remember this special moment."
I look at you with the love I have felt for you all these years, but have rarely expressed.
"Yes. A new beginning for us. I like that idea. Starting over in a way, but with experience, 20/20 hindsight, and a better understanding of who we are as individuals and what we need from our relationship with each other."
"But right now, I want to take it to the shower. It's been a long time since you and I showered together, and we used to really enjoy that. So let's get all of that stuff off you before it turns into crust. And I get to wash your tits. Deal?"
"I made the reservations for tomorrow through Sunday, but why don't we see if we can clear our schedules and check in early? Like tonight. And I'm going to add another night on the back end. I really think a change of scenery will help us turn the page on the problems we've had for so long."
I take your hand, squeezing it lovingly, and lead you inside, and we head to the shower.
We take a nice long shower together, for once not caring about the water or gas bill, just enjoying lathering each other up, exploring all of each other's nooks and crannies again, washing each other's hair, laughing and smiling, holding each other under the rain of warm water. When we finally towel off, I call to amend our reservations to start tonight as you get away start packing a sizable suitcase.
"All set, baby," I announce as I head over to my dresser and begin rifling through clothes to see what I want to bring for our mini-vacation together.
I start packing, then realize that I won't need all that many clothes
If this weekend works the way we are both hoping, most of our time together will be in the room.
I cut the regular clothes in half and add in more sexy in cloths
"I'm ready honey"
Very nervous as I realize this weekend maybe as important as our wedding night as far as our relationship goes.