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By W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)


My wife and I have been married for quite a few years and have two teen-aged children. Even though we are reluctantly middle-aged, regular hours in the gym, on bikes, and on the soccer field have kept us in pretty good shape and looking more youthful than our years. Physically my wife is slender and girlish, and having been graced with more than ample manhood, to this day I find the tightness of her narrow hips reminiscent of teen-age nights in the back seat of a car.

Like most people in our situation, the lack of privacy from kids in the house and the lack of time due to the regular schedule of activities, has resulted in diminished sexual activity. In our younger days, before kids, and even when they were infants, we could easily pass away hours or entire weekends in sexual bliss. We were very adventurous together, and have many memories, and a few videos, to show for it.

Fantasies were shared openly between us and ranged across the spectrum. We even went through a period where, with the help of a substantial amount of tequila, we shared some sexual experiences with a couple we knew well. However, this was a unique event, and our love and lust for each other was what we thrived on.

When I first met my wife in college, she was also attracted to one of my roommates. In the end I won, but her fascination with Tim never passed and she often included him in the fantasies she shared with me. She fucked him over and over in her mind, and shared every lurid detail with me.

At one point during a wild afternoon of lovemaking, I shared with her an odd experience that occurred after a night of heavy college drinking, when Tim had blurted out an off-the-wall comment about sucking my dick. I told her it was a comment that was likely made in jest, and thought it might cool her ardor for Tim, but instead she was intrigued. She insisted that there was no way I would refuse a reasonable offer to have my dick sucked, particularly if it meant I owed nothing in return. I told her the truth, nothing happened, but she wouldn’t accept that answer.

It became evident that she was fascinated with the idea, and that it was turning her on, so in the end I let her think whatever she wanted to think. Our lovemaking that afternoon was intense, and she literally worshipped my big dick with her mouth with a far away look in her eyes. It was clear what she was trying to imagine something.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been turned on by anal stimulation. My wife, of course, was aware of this, and following the afternoon described above she started spending a lot more attention in this area. It seemed she had made some connection between my interest in anal sex, and her thoughts on what may have happened that night with Tim. The result was her fingers and her tongue would regularly find their way up my ass, and I was in bliss.

She had me buy some toys, and while I often used them on her, she used them as frequently on me. The talk of Tim was a major part of these sessions, making it clear her fantasies were centered on that night in college and what she believed may have taken place. This went on for quite some time, but then faded off as we moved on to other topics. But the theme of me being serviced by a guy still came up from time to time, and she gradually changed it around so that it was I who was providing the service.

It was not uncommon for her to slide a dildo up my ass as we made love, which caused my big dick to swell even more, which in turn increased her pleasure. She would also occasionally work a penis shaped dildo in and out of my mouth as I fucked her, all the time whispering nasty comments in my ear about helping her suck off one of her boyfriends. The sex was fantastic, and I did whatever she asked, which was a huge turn on for me.

I tend to the dominant side in my normal day-to-day life, and I found being dominated and somewhat humiliated by her to be incredibly arousing. It was a new discovery in my own psyche, and I enjoyed the sessions where I was able to explore it. We often talked of getting her a strap-on to use on me, and she loved to tease me with scenarios where she would even let her friend Robin have a go. During these type sessions I often vowed to serve her every desire, and they usually ended with me being spent beyond words.

All this ended as our kids began to grow. We loved our family life, and became absorbed in it. The difficulties of indulging wild sexual interests with growing and curious kids in the house caused the activity to essentially cease. We still explored each other, but with less frequency and less intensity. There were no regrets, as I say we loved our family life and were dedicated to it. But over time it seemed we both missed our fun together, just the two of us with no inhibitions.

And so it came to pass that I recently chose to stay home from work on a school day in the hope of addressing our unrequited interests. I showered while my wife took the kids to school, with anticipation of some fun when she returned, and on a whim, I thoroughly cleaned and lubricated my ass, with the hopes that she may wish to indulge in practices from the past. Luck was with me, and in the course of foreplay my wife went after my anus. Her finger, then fingers, easily slipped in due to my hopeful preparations.

She folded my legs back to my chest and explored me deeply for the first time in years, and I was in heaven. After so long a hiatus, I found the anal attention to be intense, and responded with obvious pleasure. When I finally came up for air and entered her, she was soaked. So far I had hardly touched her, but I had noticed her trying to rub herself on my leg. Upon entering her, it was only a matter of moments until she exploded in orgasm. Clearly dominating me, by taking my ass with her fingers, had turned her own. We spent the rest of the morning in bed, and it was a beautiful time together.

After the morning together, she found many occasions to remind me how easily she could control me. One day she came into the bathroom while I was showering before work, and lovingly washed my cock and balls. She slipped a soapy finger up my ass and worked it in and out a few times. Then with a smirk she left me standing there with a raging erection, stating she hoped I thought about her while at work.

Other times she would kiss me, and rub my anus through my pants, with the pressure on my ass getting the obvious physical reaction. She liked to do this in the kitchen, which opened to the living room where the kids, and sometimes their friends, would be watching the television. With the countertop arrangement, they were not able to see her hands or my reaction. She’d walk away with a smile, enjoying my discomfort, and I’d have to remain behind the counter until my condition improved.

She had me in a continuously horny state, which was reminiscent of the past when she would tease me for days before allowing me release. Certainly our love life was changing in a more active and positive direction.

Several weeks had passed when my wife announced that she and I were getting away for a Saturday night alone. She had arranged for the kids to stay with friends, and had rented a hotel room in a neighboring city. With a devilish smirk, she informed me that I was in for a huge surprise. Needless to say, I was more than eager, and the excitement level was high as we drove to our destination. It turned out to be a simple chain hotel, but that was hardly the point. We checked in and found our room with the glow of a newlywed couple.

Once we were inside, she had me fix some stiff drinks from the stock she had brought along. That it was tequila she had bought, which used to always make her wild, was not lost on me as I gladly poured and stirred. In the meantime, she started removing a tripod and video camera from the bag she had brought in. My heart jumped, this had not happened in many years. I resisted the urge to ask questions, and simply followed her lead in helping to set up the equipment in one corner of the room, overlooking the king size bed.

Once that was complete, and we had started our second drink, she unceremoniously demanded that I strip. I took note of the authority in her voice with no minor thrill, as I mentioned before I loved when she took a dominant role and tonight appeared to be headed in that direction. I was naked within a couple of minutes, and my cock was at half-mast in anticipation. She went back to her bag and came out with two leather wristbands lined with velvet, which she quickly strapped to my wrists with no resistance from me. Each band had two steel D-rings attached to it, on opposite sides. Obviously, my sweet wife had been shopping while I was at work.

My mind wondered to the bag and what else may be in it, but the mood made it clear this was no time for questions. Hardly a word had passed between us, when she suggested that if I wanted any more of my drink, I should get it. While I did so, she stacked three of the over-sized hotel pillows in the middle of the bed. She then ordered me onto the bed, and had me lay face down across the pillows with my head towards the foot of the bed, which like most hotel beds had no visible frame. As I lay down she arranged the stack of pillows so that it landed directly under my crotch. The effect was not lost on me. My ass was high in the air and my now stiff cock and balls were pointed straight back between my legs and thus exposed.

She looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, then went to her bag and came out with several lengths of heavy cord. The situation was getting exciting, and I hadn’t moved a muscle, willingly going along with everything. This was shaping up to be an exciting night. She took a piece of cord and tied it to a D-ring on my left wrist, then pulled my arm tightly as she fastened the other end of the cord to the foot of the bed on that side.

She then went to the right side and repeated the procedure, stretching my arms tight as she did so. The effect was that my arms were extended out in a nearly a ‘T’, and my chin rested on the back edge of the mattress. With my naked ass high in the air, I felt very vulnerable indeed.

Next she took from her bag some black velvet eye covers, attached to an elastic band, the type you see people use on airplanes when they want to sleep on long flights. She placed these over my eyes and adjusted the band so that it was very tight. The lights absolutely went out as the soft velvet molded to the shape of my face, and I could not see a thing.