In his meeting, Rob explained that when they were first married, sex was spontaneous and frequent, and that Julie seemed to have cooled to him over time. He had introduced sex toys into their relationship, and she used to have orgasms almost every time they had sex. Now she seemed to have lost interest. She let him have her once or twice a week, but it was uninspired. He longed to have his old, responsive wife back. He felt that at 37, she was too young to be slowing down.
At Julie’s meeting, she explained that it seemed that when they were dating, they used to spend a lot of time talking. Now it seemed that Rob only talked to her when he wanted sex. She wanted him to spend time with her, even when sex wasn’t the goal. Even on those occasions when they did talk, it was always about the kids, never about them.
“Do you still enjoy sex?” Pam asked.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so? Do you have orgasms when you have sex?”
“Not often.”
“Did you used to, earlier in your marriage?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think has changed?”
“It just takes me longer to get aroused than it does for Rob. By the time he’s finished, I’ve barely begun.”
“What happens when he’s finished. Does he roll over and ignore you?”
“No, he’s happy to hold me and caress me until I’m finished, but it’s just not the same. It feels like he’s waiting on me. Kind of like eating with someone who eats quickly. It’s a little uncomfortable for me to finish eating when I feel that they’re having to sit there to wait on me.”
The couple drove silently to their joint meeting with Pam, lost in their own thoughts. They each felt sure that Pam would see things their way, and suggest changes in their spouse’s behavior.
“Well, I have some good news for you two,” Pam said, after they had exchanged greetings and gotten comfortable. “Your marriage is still strong, and you love each other. The fact that you’re here indicates you think it’s worth saving. One of the questions that I always ask to find out how strong the relationship is, is when I asked you what attracted you to each other. If there’s any difficulty remembering, I know there’s problems. But when I asked you two those questions, I could see the joy in your face as you remembered. That’s a very good sign. The problems you describe are not uncommon at all. Women are just wired differently than men. When it comes to sex, men are like microwaves ovens, and women are like crock pots. The issues that you each pointed out in your individual sessions are listed on this pad of paper. Now, the question is, how do you two address those issues?”
Pam handed them the pad, then just sat back and listened as the two brainstormed ways that they could resolve their differences. At the end of the meeting, they had a game plan. They agreed to spend more time dating, so that Julie wouldn’t feel that it was always just about sex. They had once enjoyed going to the movies, but hadn’t been in a while. So they would intentionally have at least one date night every week. Also, they agreed that when they had sex, Robert would be more intentional about foreplay, and that Julie would make an effort to climax, even if Robert finished before her. They felt that would help her become more motivated to have sex more often. Lastly, Rob offered to introduce pornographic videos or magazines into their bedroom as a way to get Julie aroused more quickly.
Julie never got used to watching the pornographic videos. They seemed kind of gross to her, so she got rid of them after a couple of times viewing them. She would have died if the kids found them. The steamy magazines, on the other hand, got her more aroused than she would have ever imagined. The graphic stories of lovers having sex fired her imagination. At first, she felt really self-conscious about lying in bed nude, reading smutty stories as Rob fondled her. But they aroused her so much, she soon became accustomed to it. Rob would allow her as much time as she needed, fingering her vagina and playing with her breasts as she read. She let him know when she was ready, and he would enter her. Even though Rob had no more stamina than before, simply waiting until she was on the verge of orgasm allowed them to climax within moments of each other.
Every kind of fetish imaginable was explored in the stories. Rob asked her which variety she enjoyed most, so he could make sure to get magazines that featured them when he went to the adult video store, but she refused to discuss it.
“The ones you got are fine,” she said.
She was still a little embarrassed about it. Rob could never get her to talk about the stories that affected her so much. The latest magazine he bought her was obviously her favorite, as she selected it every time they had sex. She always seemed to turn to the same two or three stories, as Rob could tell from the ads or pictures on the facing page when she folded it back on itself, so she could hold it with one hand while holding her vibrator with the other. One day when she was out, he pulled the magazine out of her drawer, to see what her favorite fetishes were.
The story she turned to first every time was entitled Ravished. Rob read the story. It was an extremely graphic tale of a woman being taken by several men at once. As one finished filling the woman with his cum, another would climb onto her, over and over. At the end, the woman had an earth shattering climax.
He turned the pages until he found the second, then the third story that were her go-to reads each time. Both of the stories were of women being taken by multiple men. So that was her fetish. Rob seethed as he contemplated the image of his beautiful wife being mounted by a strange man. He quickly tried to get it out of his head, but it kept popping back.
He knew better than to confront her about it, as he knew it would just make her more self-conscious about it. They were having more frequent and satisfying sex than they had in a long time, and Rob didn’t want to spoil it. Still, his curiosity gnawed at him.
“Honey?” he said, nonchalantly, the next time they had finished having sex.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to experience the fantasies you read about in that magazine?”
“What? No way!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I just like to read about them, that’s all. Don’t you fantasize about things that you wouldn’t want to do in real life? Isn’t that why they’re called fantasies?”
Rob dropped it, but continued to be fascinated by his wife’s dirty fantasy. The next time he was at the adult store, he found a small magazine titled Loving Wives. Every story was about women cheating on their husbands, often with more than one man at a time. In many of the stories, the men watched as their wives had sex with other men. In others, the husband participated, along with other men. Rob bought the magazine and took it home. Julie wasn’t home, so he tucked it into her drawer, on top of the other magazines.
The more he thought about the stories, the more aroused he became. Julie wasn’t due back from her hairdresser and other errands for a couple of hours and the kids were over at friend’s houses. Going back into their bedroom, he took the new magazine out of the drawer and sat down to read it.
The first story he read was about a man whose fantasy was to see his wife making love to another man. He hired a young, muscular stud to give her a massage in their home, and watched as he aroused his wife with an extremely erotic massage, then mounted her and fucked her until they both orgasmed.
By the time he was finished reading the story, Rob’s dick was so hard he knew he would have to take care of himself. Getting a washcloth from the bathroom, he removed his pants and briefs, then sat back down to read more of the stories.
The second story he read was about a woman who had way too much wine at the awards dinner party for her husband’s company’s sales meeting at an out of town hotel. As the crowd began to thin, the husband looked everywhere for his wife, to no avail. Thinking she must have tired and gone back to the room, he went upstairs, but she wasn’t in the room.
Now he was getting nervous. He went outside, thinking maybe she went out for some air. As he approached the dimly lit hot tub, his heart sunk into his stomach as he recognized his wife’s gown lying on a chaise next to the hot tub.
Rob lightly held his erection as he read, delaying his orgasm until he finished the story. He continued reading.
…..When I got to the hot tub, I saw about twenty athletic young men crowded into a tub meant for no more than twelve. There were black, white and Hispanic boys, apparently one of the college baseball teams that were staying at the hotel for a tournament that was being played nearby. It was also apparent that Carrie was the entertainment. She was the only woman in the tub, and she was sitting on the lap of one of the young men. Her arms disappeared under the bubbles in the direction of the crotches of the two men on either side of her, while the man whose lap she was on had his hands under her butt, lifting her up and down. No doubt he was rubbing his dick on her butt to get his jollies. Some of the men's swim trunks were scattered on the deck, and Carrie's bra was floating in the hot tub. The man to her right was playing with her titties.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted angrily at Carrie.
"Jim!" Carrie giggled. "Come on in, the water's fine."
"What are you doing in there? Get out!"
At this, the men in the pool started booing and told me to beat it.
"I can't," Carrie slurred. "We're playing a game my friends taught me, and I'm only about halfway through. It's called Carrie-go-round. I have to work back around to the steps."
"What are you doing without your bra?"
"Everybody else was topless," Carrie explained, much to the delight of the men, who roared with laughter at that.
The man she was sitting on grunted and wrapped his arms tightly around Carrie's chest as he began to spasm. As soon as he did, the man to her right said, "My turn!" and grabbed Carrie, pulling her onto his lap.
My face turned bright red with anger and jealousy. I would have killed every one of those men on the spot if I could have. I reached for Carrie to pull her out of the tub, but a large Hispanic kid grabbed my hand and pulled hard. It was all I could do to keep from being pulled into the tub in my suit, and I came down hard on the deck, ripping my trousers and bloodying my knee.
"What's wrong, don't you want to come in and play," said the man.
He was no longer laughing, and had a menacing glare. I had no chance in the tub with all those athletes. But I didn't want to leave my drunken wife alone with these men while I went all the way back into the hotel to get security. I felt helpless as I watched Carrie's new partner position her over his crotch and lower her down and back up repeatedly.
"Carrie, get out of there," I yelled.…
Rob had been lightly caressing his balls and dick as he read the story, discontinuing each time just short of an orgasm so he could finish the story. But now he felt his balls tingle and knew he had gone past the point of no return. Squeezing his dick tightly, he spurted thick, gooey cum into the washcloth. He panted as he regained his composure. Wiping his dick off, he dressed and put away the magazine.
Every time he had the house to himself, he would pull out the magazine and read it. Usually he masturbated, unless he knew that sex was in the cards for that evening. He constantly fantasized about the stories of men watching their wives with other men, and began fantasizing about seeing Julie with another man. He didn’t think he would like that at all, but it still made him hard thinking about it. His heart raced and his ears burned as he imagined her being used by strange men, one after the other. He knew his shy, modest wife would never go for it, but she did apparently enjoyed fantasizing about it.
From the first time Julie read that magazine, all the others stayed on the bottom of the pile. Eventually she threw the others away. She seemed to crave sex more than she ever had before, and she always had sheet clenching orgasms, often before Rob did. He had everything he had ever wanted in their relationship, but now that he did, it seemed he wanted something more. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.
He tried to convince Julie to dress provocatively and go out into public to intentionally tease strange men. She resisted this; she had always been very modest. She would have been humiliated if they saw someone they knew while she was being displayed like a piece of meat. Nonetheless, Rob began buying her slutty outfits. She complained about the waste of money, since she would never wear them in public, but she did wear them for Rob when the kids were out of the house. They never failed to excite him as he fantasized about her wearing them in public.
The truth is, Julie loved displaying her body in these slutty outfits, far more than she would ever have dreamed. In her daydreams, she would be wearing one of the outfits out in public, allowing men peeks of her breasts down the loose, low neckline, or views of her pussy lips as she bent over in the micro skirts. One of her favorite stories in the Loving Wives magazine was about a couple that displayed the woman in similar clothes at hotel bars, seducing business men and following them up to their rooms. Every time Rob and Julie had sex, she would read that story to get aroused. Sometimes, she didn’t even get to the end of the story before telling Rob to enter her and erupting in an intense orgasm.
She had never had those type of fantasies in her life, and was surprised at how much they aroused her. Perhaps the years of sex with Rob, whose stamina was usually measured in seconds, rather than minutes, had made her infatuated with the thought of having sex with multiple men who would service her thoroughly. Whatever the reason, she was enjoying their sex life more than she ever had. At 37, she was at her sexual peak.
Rob took note of the fact that there was one story that Julie read first each time they had sex. The first chance he had with the house alone, he turned to the story and read it. As he read it, his dick stiffened in his shorts, and he stopped long enough to get a washcloth and remove his clothes.
Going back to the magazine, he resumed reading the story.
….“Dan, you know I’m never going to wear this in public. Why did you buy it?”
“It wasn’t that expensive, and I’d like to see you in it. Try it on.”
Cindy took the bags to her bathroom and took off her clothes. She replaced her panties with the thong that Dan had bought her. She had always wondered how women could wear these things. They looked uncomfortable, but they actually weren’t so bad. Of course, sitting in them might be a different matter. She tried sitting; they weren’t something she would want to work out in, but they actually weren’t too bad. She turned around and looked at the reflection of her butt in the mirror. There was a lot more skin than fabric, for sure. She looked hot.
Next, she put on the skirt. It was a very short, tan, denim skirt. It was cut very low to ride low on her hips. Nobody could get away with it unless they had an absolutely flat tummy, which Cindy did. It was barely long enough to cover her thong. She turned around and bent over to see how it looked. She could barely move without exposing her butt. She put the crop top on. It was a white, sleeveless top with spaghetti straps that left her midriff bare. It was so loose fitting, whenever she raised her arms or leaned over, her chest was exposed through the armholes or down the front. She couldn’t imagine anyone ever actually wearing something like this in public. She topped it off with a pair of wedge sandals. They completed the look perfectly.
When she came out of the bathroom, Dan whistled. She pranced in front of him, bending over at the waist to let him see the pink thong. He grabbed her waist and rubbed his crotch against her, slipping his hands up her top and fondling her breasts.
“Grab your coat and let’s go out for a drink,” he said.
“No way, not in this outfit. I’ll get arrested. Or raped.”
Dan laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bail you out. Get your coat.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Cindy asked.
“Dead serious. Let’s go.”
“Where would you suggest going in this outfit?”
“We’ll go get a drink at one of the airport hotels. There will just be out of town businessmen hanging out there. They’d probably appreciate a treat like you. You know that nobody we know will be at an airport hotel bar, especially on a weeknight.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Cindy said.
“Come on, let’s go,” Dan insisted.
Cindy grabbed her trench coat and they left. Dan drove to the Holiday Inn Airport location and they strolled into the bar. Being a Tuesday night, there was no entertainment and no local customers. Just the usual out of town businessmen getting stoned out of sheer boredom, alone away from their families. There were three groups of two or three men at tables, and a couple of guys at the bar talking to the bartender as they drank.
Going to the far end of the bar, Dan took a stool while Cindy just stood. Dan ordered a beer. Cindy didn’t often drink, but she ordered a vodka and tonic. When she took off her coat and lay it on a chair, the bartender raised an eyebrow and said something to the waitress. Soon, a man in a suit came in and approached them.
“Excuse me, I’m the hotel manager. Are you two staying with us?’
“No, we live here in town. Is that okay?” Dan asked.
“Depends on your business. This is a respectable establishment.”
Dan took Cindy’s hand in his and held them up for the manager to see their wedding rings.
“This is my wife. We just came in for a drink, that’s all.”
“Okay, enjoy your evening,” the manager said as he excused himself. “Sorry to have troubled you.”
“No problem, dickhead,” Dan said in a low voice as the man left.
“Dan, I told you this was a bad idea,” Cindy whispered. “Let’s leave.”
“Relax,” Dan said, taking a swallow of his beer.
It was obvious that all the men were sneaking peeks at Cindy. She felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed. Soon two guys walked in. The shorter one took one look at Cindy and sat on the stool next to her and ordered two drinks. They looked to be in their mid-forties. The guy next to Cindy wasn’t really hiding the fact that he was ogling her as he talked to the bartender or his friend. Soon he introduced himself.
“Hi’ya, kids. I’m Paul, and this is Will. Where are you guys from?”
He spoke fast, and kind of loud. He had a nice smile on his face and a constant twinkle in his eyes. They were in town from New Jersey, which explained his accent. He was very gregarious and outgoing.
“We live around here,” Dan said. “We just came in for a drink. I’m Dan, and this is my wife Cindy.”
Paul set up court, entertaining them with his jokes, card tricks and stories. As he did so, he constantly touched Cindy. He was very handsy, touching her on the arm often as he talked. Cindy was beginning to feel much more comfortable. She was actually beginning to enjoy the attention that all the men were paying to her. She didn’t say much, but when she did, Paul listened intently, boring into her with his dark eyes. He had dark features, including dark hair and eyebrows, with a sprinkling of gray. Paul bought them all another round, after which Will excused himself to go back to his room.
By now, Paul had downed a couple of whiskeys, and his hands were beginning to slip to Cindy’s waist or bottom. Cindy shifted her position to wriggle free of him a couple of times, but the hand continued to wander as he talked to the couple. Finally, Paul commented on her clothes.
“You sure do look pretty in that outfit, Cindy. What’s the occasion?”
“I just felt like dressing up,” she said, looking down at her drink to escape his eyes.
“Dressing up? Is that how they do it here in Texas? I’ve got to come down here more often,” he said with a smile, drawing a laugh out of Dan and Cindy. “How do you like her outfit, Dan?”
“I bought it for her. I love it.”
“You don’t think it’s too revealing?”
“Nah.”
“If a guy wasn’t a gentleman, he could sneak a peek at things he shouldn’t,” Paul said. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“No harm in looking,” Dan said.
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” Paul said. “Barkeep, bring another round, please.”
As they sipped their drinks, Paul began to get more blatant in his flirting. He put his hand under Cindy’s skirt and rubbed her ass. Cindy’s cheeks burned as her face turned bright red. She couldn’t believe she was allowing a strange man to feel her up in a public place. She couldn’t believe Dan was allowing it, either. Paul casually stroked her bottom as he continued telling his stories, as though there was nothing unusual about it.
“I have to go tinkle,” Cindy said, with just a bit of a slur.
“I think I’ll go, too,” Paul said, getting off the stool.
As they walked toward the bathrooms, Paul held her around the waist. Cindy was a little unstable on the high heeled sandals after three drinks, and she leaned against him a bit. Dan could see him whispering in her ear, and Cindy giggled. When they entered the small hallway leading to the bathrooms, out of sight of most of the bar, Paul pulled her closer and whispered again. Cindy shook her head, and he kept whispering. One of his hands was under her skirt, and Cindy was rocking against it. Dan’s heart raced as he watched another man playing with his wife’s practically nude body. Finally, they broke their embrace and went to the bathroom.
When Paul came back, he grabbed his drink and Cindy’s and said to Dan, “Come into my office.”
He walked around the corner of the bar with Dan following him and took the last two barstools. Where they were now, there were no tables behind them. Nobody would be able to see anything but the tops of their bodies, unless they were in the hallway going to the bathrooms.
When Cindy came out, Paul said, “Over here, sweetie.”
Paul immediately put his hand under Cindy’s skirt, only to find out that she had done as he asked and removed her thong. He buried his hand in her crotch, rubbing her pussy. The second Paul asked her to remove her thong outside the bathroom, she had begun to become very aroused. She had insisted to Paul that she wouldn’t do it, but the more she thought about it, the more excited she became.
Now her pussy was very moist inside. Paul’s finger slipped into her pussy, then he rubbed a knuckle against her clit. His other hand went under her top and played with her nipples. She was becoming unsteady and leaned forward against the bar, closing her eyes. Dan could see the effect that Paul was having on his wife. His dick was hard as a rock, but at the same time, his heart was racing. How far would Cindy let this man go?
“Hey, kids, how about you guys come up to my room, you want to?” Paul asked. “We can have a party.”
He took Cindy’s hand and placed it on his lap, where she could feel the outline of his stiff erection. Dan had a sinking feeling in his gut. He was scared, and aroused at the same time.
“I don’t think so,” Cindy said, yet she didn’t move her hand from Paul’s bulge.
She was trembling, and Dan could see that her hips were slightly swaying to the movement of Paul’s hand beneath her skirt.
“What about you, Dan, you want to come up?”
“It’s up to Cindy,” Dan said, nonchalantly taking a drink of his beer, even though his heart raced.
He feared Cindy would become so aroused she would allow this stranger to take her. Part of him was excited, but mostly he wanted Cindy to want only him.
Cindy didn’t say anything. She just continued to rest her clit on Paul’s knuckle and her hand on Paul’s erection. She arched her back and jutted out her butt, encouraging Paul’s exploration of her pussy. Dan lifted her skirt and looked down. He hadn’t realized she had removed her thong. It made him even more excited. He could see Paul’s hand sawing in and out between her legs. Cindy rocked on Paul’s hand, trying to get the pressure where she most needed it.
Paul put his mouth to Cindy’s ear, nibbled on her lobe, and whispered, “Come on, baby. Let’s go up to my room now.”
He had one hand under her top, playing with her titty, and the other was clamped between her legs. Her head was swimming in a fog of carnal pleasure.
Cindy shook her head and said firmly, “No Paul.