My wife and I have been together twelve years, and in that time have had some amazing sex. From our first date, we found it easy and natural to talk openly and honestly about our past sex lives, and both got turned on hearing each other’s stories. We are both on our third marriage, so we both have a few stories to tell, some good and some not so good.
In lockdown, we took it to the next level. We would each write a sex questionnaire during the week. On Saturday evenings, we’d have a few glasses of wine and quiz each other about past encounters and fantasies. Inevitably, we’d end up in bed, continuing the conversation. Without fail, we’d always both become rampant and have incredible sex.
One Saturday evening, we’d eaten a curry and washed it down with a bottle of red. I loaded the dishwasher while my wife uncorked a second bottle, and then we retired to the lounge. We dimmed the lights, lit a few candles and got our questionnaires ready for the evening ahead.
The way it worked was for us to take turns in asking a question. We would answer with a straight yes or no. Then, at bedtime, we would each choose three of the answers which we wanted to explore further and continue in bed.
On the night in question, I’d focused on her answer to the following questions: Have you had sex with an audience (she answered yes); Have you had sex with a total stranger (she answered yes), and have you fucked a virgin (she answered almost).
Naturally, my attention was grabbed by her ‘almost’ answer. We were naked in bed, and she was lying on her back. I had one arm under her neck and the other on her stomach, and my fingers were caressing her clitoris. She was exceptionally aroused, and her juices were flowing, so I asked the question, “How can you almost fuck a virgin?”
She chuckled, looked me straight in the eye and kissed me. She explained that she was in her mid- to late thirties, recently divorced, and one of her sons had started college. He used to bring a few of his mates home in the early evenings and they would hang out in his bedroom, playing music and doing teenage stuff. Her son told her one day that James, one of his mates, really had a thing for her.
She said that she was flattered but didn’t really think much more about it. Until, a few weeks later, James started appearing on the doorstep randomly asking if her son was in. Mostly he was, and she invited him in and showed him to her son’s bedroom, where she left them to do their lads’ stuff. She had also noticed that his eyes ran over her body when she opened the door, focusing mainly on her legs and tits.
She admitted that on a couple of occasions, she had used James as a focus when she was masturbating. Subliminally, she was both flattered, and turned on, thinking that a guy so much younger than her found her sexually attractive. In turn, that made her horny, and her imagination, along with her vibrator, often did the trick.
One hot afternoon in the summer, she was going through her normal housework routine, when she heard a knock on the door. It was James asking if her son was in. He wasn’t, but she invited him in to ‘wait’. She showed him to the kitchen and made him a coffee, and as he sat drinking it, she could feel his eyes undressing at her.
