[MF] A Married Life Experience [Part 1]

Part 1

Last month I took my wife to a really nice Italian restaurant.  It was the first date we’ve had in a long time because of our schedules and kids, etc…. We are both in our 50s, fit and good looking for our age.  I’m 5′ 7″ tall but my wife is a runner stands at 5′ 3″ and weighs100 lbs. Very petite, with very perky breasts and she has a beautiful face with the bluest eyes that always make me melt.

Our sex life was always just OK but never incredible.  We just never really revealed too much about ourselves to each other in that department. 

About a year prior to this “date night” I had drummed up the courage and began the practice of telling my wife about some of my sexual fantasies and light kinks. Nothing too serious   I didn’t want to scare her. It was more like dropping hints than it was actual sharing. It was very hard to do at first even though I had thought about doing it for a long time.  

Actually, it was at that time when I really started asking her about her fantasies too: one afternoon (while our kids were still at school) we were having sex and I started asking if she had fantasies and what they were. “Honey, do you have any fantasies; something that really turns you on when you think about it?”. She claimed she didn’t and that she doesn’t really think about sex in that way. Later that day and the following weeks, I’d bring it up again, sprinkling it into flirtatious conversation but she would always give me the same type of reply before changing the subject.  Needless to say, I didn’t believe her.

The reason I didn’t believe her was two-fold: one was that most women have fantasies but some may be too shy or afraid to share what they might be. The other was that my wife has lied about other things that I wouldn’t expect a person to lie about like the fact that she had a nose job when she was younger.  Turns out she was ok to tell my sister about it but not me. It was my sister who eventually told me.  till this day my wife doesn’t even know that I know.  Why would someone lie about that and if dhe lied about that, then what else didn’t I know about my wife.

For the next few months I would flirt with her every once in a while about the fantasy thing, like I was trying to plant seeds. While asking her about it, I also dropped more hints about my fantasies, deeper more personal  fantasies, one of which is a cuck or hotwife fantasy.  EW! she would say.   I’d never do anything like that.  “That’s not who I am and it goes against our vows”, she would say.

After some time I gave up on the idea and stopped pushing.  I was sad to see it go.  Just when I thought I made some progress, it began evaporating. Mundane, real life issues kept coming up like sports for our kids… soccer practice and little league.  Then it was guitar lessons and track meets. The fantasy topic never came up again, it just disappeared into thin air, a memory of something that could have been…  That is, until last month and this time she brought it up. 

For years my wife was a stay at home mom but now our kids are in HS and one has their license, so my wife doesn’t have to play chauffeur anymore.  During this past winter she was excited to tell me that she wanted to get a job and get back into the work force.  I though it was a great idea.  I always loved seeing the ambitious side of my wife come out and, honestly, I haven’t seen it in a while. 

After just one week and a few interviews, she landed a job at a Planet Fitness gym a few towns over. I was glad that she chose this job as the other options were office jobs and I knew she’d hate them. Working at the gym would keep her engaged with something that she was really interested in. 

I loved seeing her get ready for work, put on her spandex gym pants with the tight tank top or tee shirt. She looked awesome every morning I left and afternoon I came back. 

She loved working there and, after the first week, started talking about the friends she was making. It was cool and she had time to work out too, before the shift started.  Sometimes she’d stay late, as well, to work out or take a class.  After a few weeks I could also tell her shoulders were getting broader and her legs firmer.  Her abs and her ass were really beginning to take shape again.

She told me about the spin classes they had and the teachers; the pilates classes and the yoga instructor.  His name was Donovan. This made my ears perk up and my eye brows lift.   “I didn’t realize that guys taught yoga” I asked but then after a minute I thought, why wouldn’t they?

My wife and I always text or call each other once or twice during my work day.  I have a day job that is your typical 8-5 office gig.  I do traveling out of state to meet with clients but my work schedule is pretty consistent for the most part.  My wife’s schedule, on the other hand, is a bit all over the place. Her hours can change weekly and will work day shifts one week and the evening shift the next.  

I left her a VM:

“Hey honey, just checking in.  How’s your day going?   We’re you able to drop off the envelope for my brother at the post office?  Anyhow, hope your day’s going good.  Love you.  I’ll talk to you soon.”

A few minutes after I left the message I get a text:

Got your message. All good. At the igloo by the train station. Then headed to work. Yes to your brothers envelope BTW.

We live in Astoria Queens and the igloo is a restaurant under the N subway station. 

I text back:

Cool.  Ok sounds good I’ll see you later then and thanks

Later that afternoon, when I got home from work I check to see if I have any texts from my wife.  There aren’t but it’s no big deal as I know she’s at work.  But, I do see a purchase on banking app from the igloo for $42.  I was checking the app because I remembered that today was payday and I wanted to see what the balance was.  My checks were pretty big these days as I had just been given a promotion and my salary had gone up significantly. 

I waited up for Liz and she finally got home at 10 PM. A little later than usual.  I wasn’t sure why she didn’t at least text and I was prepared to ask her about that and why she doesn’t do much at the Igloo.  

We chatted and kissed.  Actually, we kind of made out a little.  It had been a while since we really made out like that, usually it was just peck on the lips but this was like being 17 again in the back seat of my car. Attacking each other’s mouths. 

“Wow… OK”.  I said and she giggled.  She said she missed me and couldn’t wait to get home to see me.  She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply again. I pulled her in tight and pressed my body against hers.  I could feel her intensity, her passion came to life and her hands behan roaming around my body.  She’s usually not this passionate but this was undeniable. She was majorly turned on. She moved her hand down my chest and begin unbuttoning my shirt while still kissing me deeply.

I put one hand on her butt and the other over shirt. She kicked off her sneakers and eased out of her tee shirt and bra.  My hand returned to bare breast as she began to squirm her body, begging for more to happen.

She then went straight for my belt and began unbuckling it and unzipped my pants. 

She pushed her tight workout pants down to her thighs.

She lowered herself to her knees and began playing with her pussy while she began moaning, kneeling before me.

She reached under my boxer briefs for my already hard cock and pulled it out. She held it’s thickness in her hand and looked up at me with the most devilish grin and said: “I’ve been thinking about this all day”.  

She took my cock in her mouth and began sucking it, slowly at first, testing it’s hardness and size in her mouth, savoring the taste on her lips but then she began to speed up, sucking faster and harder with more and more hunger, thrusting it’s legnth deeper into her mouth each time with a moan and a whimper. Occasionally she pausef to look up at me with a naughty smile.

She took my dick out just long enough to tell me that she wanted me to cum in her mouth, something that she never would allow before.

She went back work, sucking my cock again, holding it with her right hand as she explored my abs and chest with her left. Her mouth pressing into me, forcing me down her mouth, thrusting and pushing, her head bobbing back and forth as she engulfed my hard cock with lustful abandon. 

I began to lose my balance as I stood before her.  Her left hand shifting, this time to my thigh and she pulled me in closer, knowing I was about to cum. She stroked me with perfect speed and grip.  It was the perfect tempo to send me over the edge. Her mouth opened wide and waiting for it’s reward.

In a hot instant I came so hard. I moaned aloud as hot jizz ejected into her mouth with raging force.  Sage held her mouth open, accepting my cum and letting it settle on her tongue 

I continued to cum, the sensation sending a feeling of erotic pleasure and  release through my body.  She continued to stroke me back and forth and then took me in her mouth as I slowly started to come down from my orgasm.  

She slowly and sensually licked and sucked around the head of my cock as cum dribbled off of her lips and chin and onto the floor.

I gasped and she sighed with pleasure and we both broke out in laughter. Seeing her on her knees in front of me like that, my cum dripping from her mouth, her beautiful tits on display, her sensual eyes staring up at me….  It was one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. 

It was an incredibly sexual high that we both experienced together but it would not be the last and, little did I know, she had some surprises in store and even greater sexual experiences and highs were yet to come.

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