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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. And 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, 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.
Comments to this story are welcome at xxspillerxx@my-deja.com and if you
are interested in a few other fantasies you may mail your request to the
same address.
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