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Subject: {ASSM} Marriage Revival (MF)
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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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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