After 10 years of marriage, the passion that we’d once felt for one another had really dwindled, and my husband and I seemed to have put love making on the back burner.
One day I was doing laundry, and when I went to put Roger’s things in his dresser, I stumbled across an old, X rated home video we’d made many years ago. I decided to take a look at it, and I slipped the dusty tape into the equally dusty VCR and settled back on the bed to watch.
We’d made the video after a really fun Halloween party, and I was still in my costume as I lay on the bed talking to Roger, who was setting up the camera. I’d been feeling frisky and full of vodka and orange juice so I decided to give my husband a little show. At first I was embarrassed about both making the video all those years ago, and watching it now. I was about to turn off the television, but I started to get horny thinking about all the things we’d done.
There were plenty of close ups of my pussy, and lots of shots of me fingering myself. Then there was some shakiness as Roger handed me the camera and nestled between my legs. As soon as he started to eat my pussy, I knew I was ready for anything. When the videotaped version of me was as hot as she could be, the Roger I saw on film started to tell her, tell me, about his biggest fantasy: a threesome. And I was really into the idea at the time, too, especially because of the fantastic pussy licking he was giving me.
The longer I watched, the hornier I got. I slipped off my panties and got a vibrator from the nightstand. As the me on the screen started to tell my husband how much she wanted to lick another woman’s pussy, I came. My entire body shook as I continued working my toy in and out of my pussy and up against my clit.
I wasn’t finished, and as I watched more of the video, I got hot and bothered again. After having a second orgasm, I stopped the tape and took a cold shower. Even as I dressed, though, I couldn’t get the fantasy out of my mind, and I wondered what had happened that had made us give up our search for the perfect third.
Then and there I made a promise to myself I was going to renew our sex life, even if I had to do things I had not previously considered. I started the next morning by making reservations at our favorite restaurant, then called Roger and told him to hurry home because we were going on a date. I spent the rest of the day working on my plan. I got my hair done and went for a manicure. I bought a new dress. I went to the lingerie shop in the mall.
I was already feeling sexy while I browsed, and when the salesgirl, Jane, introduced herself to me and offered her assistance, I took her up on it. Jane was a brunette with a petite body but large, firm breasts. She was easy to talk to and before I knew it I told her everything about the special evening I was planning. Well, maybe I hadn’t told her everything. . . .
At one point she held up a very sexy purple bra and a pair of matching bikini panties. They were so sheer I could see her right through them as she held them to the light. The image of her wearing the outfit flashed through my mind. She definitely had the body for it. I quickly dismissed the idea, but not before thinking to myself, Wow, when I turn over a new leaf, I sure don’t fuck around!
Her voice brought me back. “Karen, I’ll bet this would look fabulous on you. I can almost see you standing there in this and heels.”
There was a time when I would have been a little insulted or embarrassed by her suggestion, but not this time. I decided to test my new feeling of boldness, so I smiled and said, “You know, Jane, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
She smiled shyly, and we shared a look. But before I got too bold, I told her I’d take the outfit and followed her to the register. I couldn’t believe that I’d been so forward with the woman who was now ringing up my outfit, but I couldn’t stop imagining her in the skimpy purple ensemble.
When she handed me my purchase, she also gave me a slip of paper. I’d watched her put the receipt in the bag, so I knew that wasn’t it. When I got to the car, I saw that she’d written down her name and phone number with a short note: “Call me and maybe we can grab drinks some time.” Damn! All it took was a slight change of attitude and my sex life was already starting to heat up again.
While I was getting ready that night, all I could think about was Jane. Was I misreading her, or were my suspicions right on the money? I had a feeling it was the latter.
When Roger arrived, I slowly dressed for him, giving him a little show. The purple panties and bra were a big hit, but when I slipped on a garter belt and stockings, I thought he was going to die. I could see he was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. I felt pretty fantastic, too. The silk caressing my body heightened my sexual desire, and for the life of me, I couldn’t shake Jane from my mind. I decided I had to somehow introduce the subject of the sexy salesgirl to my husband later that evening.
Dinner was wonderful, and I spent the better part of the evening trying to give my husband little peeks of my lingerie. Needless to say, he was eating it right up!
While we were dancing, I decided to get the ball rolling. “You know, honey, we haven’t played your favorite game in a long time. Do you want to give it a try?” I swear, I have never seen him get hard that fast.
I pressed harder against him, loving the feel of his prick pressing into me, and started my story. “While I was at the lingerie store today, I met this salesgirl, Jane. Honey, she was a real doll, and she came on to me.” I told him all about her and how she’d wanted to see me in my new undies. I even told him how I’d told her I wanted to see her in my lingerie, too.
By the time we got home, we were so worked up that clothes ended up strewn from the front door to the bedroom. Roger got into bed and started stroking his prick while I stood in front of him, still wearing my new bra and panty set, and told him all about the salesgirl again.
“If Jane were here, she would be standing next to me wearing an identical outfit,” I said. “Her fingers would be moving up and down along my body, stroking me. Then she would kiss me, slipping her tongue deep into my mouth. . . . ”
I couldn’t go on, I was so damn hot. I crawled up the bed, stripping out of my lingerie as I went, and knelt over my husband. I guided his rock hard prick to my pussy and rubbed the head back and forth over my soaked pussy lips, getting it nice and wet for him. Then, without giving him any warning, I impaled myself on his shaft in one quick downward move, and his prick filled me completely, stretching my pussy walls.
“Fuck me, honey! Fuck me hard!” I screamed.
We quickly worked up a rhythm, and his balls slapped my ass every time I forced myself down on him. When I leaned forward, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue traced circles around my nipple, I increased my speed until we were fucking as hard and fast as we could.
“That’s it, baby! Fuck me hard! Go! Make me come all over your wonderful prick!” I cried.
I felt it building deep inside me, and I knew I was in for one hell of a massive orgasm. Roger had drank a lot of wine, and I knew he would last forever, so I needed to do something to get him off faster. I whispered, “Hey baby, pretend Jane is here with us.”
He grunted, grabbed my hips and pulled me hard to him. I felt his hot come shoot into me just as I exploded in my own orgasm. “Oh yes, baby! I’m coming! Fuck me hard!” I cried.
My entire body shook as that wonderful feeling I had missed for so long continued. We stayed that way for a long time, but eventually my knees grew weak and I slowly rose, feeling his half hard dick slip out of me. When we finally caught our breath, I looked over at him and smiled. “I guess Jane did it for you, huh?”
He gave me a sheepish grin. “Yeah, but it was you who brought her up,” he said. “Thanks.”
I leaned over, kissed him and said, “Who knows, maybe you’ll get to meet her one day.” He laughed, but I was already planning another trip to the mall in my mind.
I spent the entire week trying to figure out how to best pull this off. I was determined to move our sex life to the next level. As much fun as it was to fantasize, I knew it was time to take the next step. But I was scared as hell. How was I going to do this? You can’t just ask some girl if she wants to have a threesome with you and your husband . . . can you?
All week at work I was checking out my female coworkers. To be honest, a few of them were exactly what Roger and I were looking for, but I was too scared to bring it up. By Thursday I was frustrated, and I was about to give up the idea. Then I went out for after work drinks with a girlfriend and things changed. After a couple of drinks, my friend dropped me off at the mall to catch the bus, but instead of heading home, I freshened up my makeup and made my way inside.
I headed straight back to the lingerie shop and spotted Jane right away. She was just finishing up with a customer and she didn’t see me at first. By the time she spotted me, I was browsing through some sexy teddies, and she broke into a broad smile and waved before walking over. “Hey Karen! I’m so glad to see you. How did your husband like your new outfit?” she asked.
I smiled, held up a teddy and said, “You wouldn’t believe how much he liked it.” She moved closer and took the teddy, holding it in front of me. She was so close I could smell her perfume, and inhaling the sweet scent made me light headed with desire. Then I felt the cool satin material gently caressing my arm as she pressed the teddy against me.
“You know, Karen, I’ll bet this would look really sexy on you. Do you want to try it on?”
I wanted to. I wanted to so bad, and I wanted her to see me in it. She could tell I was hesitating, and she quickly grabbed a few more items from the rack. She locked the door, told me she was about to close anyway, and then led me back to the dressing room. I was totally under her spell.
Her voice was soft and confident as she took my pocketbook and began to unbutton my blouse. “Let’s try the pink one first,” she suggested. “Does your husband like you in pink?”
I just shook my head as I watched Jane’s slim fingers work the last few buttons on my blouse. She easily slid it off, hanging it on a hook, and then I felt her eyes on my bra. My nipples were hard and poking out through the thin material, giving away my arousal. When Jane looked up at me, she smiled. She turned me around, and her fingers quickly had my skirt on the floor next to my blouse. I was in only a bra and panties now, and I could see that her nipples were poking through her sweater. It was clear that she was as turned on as I was.
I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror, and the sight was so hot! I wished Jane was in her undies, too, and I had almost worked up the nerve to tell her that when she moved even closer and whispered, “This will look much sexier without the bra.”
My bra joined the rest of my clothes on the bench, and then Jane held the teddy up and pulled it over my head, letting it fall. It hung just below my pussy and fit me perfectly. Jane’s fingers moved over the thin material, pretending to smooth it out, and when they slid over my ass, I gasped. Her fingers lingered there for a while before moving around front. She cupped my breasts, again pretending to smooth the teddy. When her fingers slowly glided along my hard nipples, my pussy started to throb. Jane stepped back and pretended to check out the fit of the teddy.
“Something’s not right,” she said. “Turn around, Karen. Let me figure out what it is.”
I obeyed her and turned around, but I was getting hotter by the second. When Jane took off her sweater, claiming it was too warm in the store, I watched her pull it over her head, her perfect breasts springing free. Her skin was tan and she wore no bra. When her sweater was off, she stepped up close behind me and let her nipples press into my back. “Oh, I know what’s wrong,” she finally whispered. “It’s the panties. They have to go.”
She turned me around and slid to her knees, quickly pulling my panties down. My heart fluttered when I felt her breath on my mound. “Oh, Karen,” she said, “you smell wonderful! I have to have you!”
I didn’t say a word, just slid my fingers into her soft hair and guided her mouth to my pussy. Her mouth covered my pussy lips and her tongue slid into me, and I almost lost it right then. I wanted her closer, so I lowered myself to the clothing covered bench behind me. Jane nudged my legs open wide and dug deep into me with her wonderful tongue. It was delightful. And then, when she found my clit, my God! Her tongue licked all around the hard bud before she sucked it between her lips and trapped it with her teeth.
My hands found the back of her head and I pulled her hard against me as I exploded. My juices flooded from my pussy and into her waiting mouth, and my entire body shook until my orgasm started to subside. She stayed down there, too, licking and purring like a kitten at a saucer of milk, until I gently pushed her away. After catching my breath, I pulled her up a little and covered her soft lips with my own, thanking her. I tasted myself on her lips, and it sent me reeling. I couldn’t wait to take her home to Roger, but first I had to have her again. I couldn’t get enough! K.L., El Paso, Texas