They'd met in their late 20s, and built a life together over more than 15 years. They had nothing to be unhappy about.
But as in any relationship after many years, things had gotten more than a little stale. It bothered Steve more than Stacy, but they had both noticed their sex life had become a bit mechanical.
Every time was the same, when they had the energy to get around to it at all. It hadn't always been like this. When they'd met, their sex was passionate, even adventurous. They'd both dated a lot before they met, so they both knew what they liked and how they liked.
But, perhaps strangely, they'd also never shared anything about their pasts. Stacy thought it was cool and adult of them not to share their dating histories, and while Steve was always curious what his wife had been up to before, he never pushed and asked.
Mid-summer arrived, and they'd decided to send all three kids off to their grandparents for ten days. Even though they both had to work, they thought it would be a mini-vacation for them. Maybe, they'd even have a chance to try and ignite the old flame.
The week went by quickly, though, and other than a quickie one morning, Stacy had still fallen asleep by 7:30 almost every night. As the last night of the week approached, Steve was more than slightly frustrated, but he had a plan.
They spent their Saturday lying by the pool, sipping refreshing drinks and laughing together. It had been wonderful to reconnect. After dinner, Steve suggested his wife join him back by the pool. The cool air and soft sound of some music would set the mood, he thought.
Stacy arrived a few minutes later, wearing a red, flowered sundress, and sandals. She settled into the lounge chair by her husband, book in hand, and started reading. Steve could see her starting to get sleepy.
"What do you say we play a game?" he suggested, trying to rouse her from her impending slumber.
Stacy looked at her book and made a sour face. It had been a long day in the sun, and she was ready for bed. She had to admit, the week hadn't been quite what she'd hoped, either, so she decided to make an effort and go along, setting the book aside.
"Ok, sure. What do you have in mind?" she asked, looking at Steve.
"I thought it might be fun to play a game of truth or dare," Steve said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"What, are teenagers now?" Stacy teased, turning onto her side and propping her head up on one arm.
Now Steve felt way more than only slightly embarrassed. "I thought it would be fun. You know, spice things up a little bit. We could use a little teenager passion around here.
Stacy knew he was right. Reaching out with her hand, she patted him on the leg. "You're right. I'm sorry. We should play. How about you get us a couple of drinks, first?"
Steve nodded and disappeared back into the house, fetching a couple of glasses. He worried she'd be asleep before he returned.
Back poolside, Stacy was once again nose deep in her book, but she closed it and set it aside when he arrived. "Ok. So who goes first?"
Steve volunteered, and they played for a while. It was mostly silly questions and dumb little dares, nothing scandalous or at all arousing. But once Stacy's glass turned into three, Steve thought he could see her loosening up a little.
"Dare," Stacy said, on her next turn.
Steve leaned forward. "I dare you to take off your panties and give them to me."
Stacy's eyes grew wide. Their pool was a refuge, but it was hardly private. Most of their neighbors could see right in. "Steven!" she scolded. "Someone might see!"
Steve smiled back. "They might. Better be careful."
Stacy's eyes glinted, as she arched her back, reaching up under her dress and pulling her pink, lacy panties down, tossing them at her husband. "Your prize," she said. Steve was a little surprised she'd actually done it.
When it was her time again, she decided on another dare. "Last time wasn't so bad," she said, wondering what he might choose next.
"Flash me those tits," Steve said, turning up the heat a little.
This time, Stacy didn't object. Looking left and right for any spies, she pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. Squeezing them together, she pinched her nipples, giggled, and pulled the dress back up.
His plan was working, Steve thought, emboldened.
"Truth," he said, next.
"Tell me about best sex you ever had, before me, of course," Stacy said, grinning.
Steve was stunned. She'd never asked about his previous sex life before, and he wasn't sure how honest to be.
"Well," he started, trying to decide what to say, "the summer after my sophomore year of college, I came back to live with my parents for the summer. We had this neighbor girl, her name was Nicole. She'd been kind of a tomboy as a kid, and was a year younger than me. Nobody really noticed her, and in high school, I don't think she ever had any boyfriends. She was tall and lanky, and dressed in baggy t-shirts all the time. I literally never noticed her, except she sometimes liked to play ball with the boys, when we were kids."
"Ok," Stacy said, feigning annoyance, "I can't see how this is going to turn into anything."
"You wouldn't think, but like I said, I came home for the summer, and she'd been off at another college for her freshman year. To say she'd grown into herself, holy shit. In just one year she'd sort of filled out, if you know what I mean."
"No Steve," Stacy teased, "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean she grew some big old boobies. I honestly didn't recognize her at first. I was working in my parents yard, and she was laying out next door. I wondered when new people had moved in, and how I didn't know, until she saw me and waved hi."
"Steven," Stacy asked, "did you fuck the neighbor girl?"
Steve blushed. "Well, she invited me over, and she was so hot. She'd already helped herself to her parent's liquor cabinet, and we had a few drinks, and before I knew it..."
"Before you knew it..." Stacy prompted.
"We were in her kitchen, and she was on her knees, blowing me."
"Wow." Stacy replied. "Just like that."
"Yeah, basically. We went to find a snack, and the next thing I knew, she'd puller her bikini top aside, and had my dick in her mouth."
"Was she good?" Stacy asked, genuinely interested and surprisingly turned on.
"Let's just say it was pretty clear how she'd spent her freshman year. She was unbelievable. And then..."
"Yes?" Stacy asked.
"So, I set her up on the counter, and, dove in, I guess."
"Fuck," Stacy muttered, almost visualizing it.
"She was so wet. But then we hear the garage. Her parents were home."
"You got cockblocked by your neighbor's parents?" Stacy replied, teasing him. "Tough break."
"No, not really. She practically dragged me upstairs. And while her parents made dinner downstairs, I had sex with her in her bedroom."
"You naughty little boy!" Stacy replied.
"It was really good. I think it was the risk of getting caught. She was really hot, and knew what she was doing. I didn't last very long, and she drank every drop. It was...it was really, really good."
Stacy brushed her fingers through her head, her body a little sweaty. "Shit. That is pretty hot," she said, steadying herself. "My turn, I guess. Truth."
Steve didn't hesitate. "I told you about the best sex I ever had, before we met, what about you?"
"Oh Steve," Stacy replied, "are you sure?"
Steve nodded an emphatic 'yes.'
"Ok. Did I ever tell you about Matthew?"
Steve shook his head, 'no.'
"I didn't think so. We weren't together super long. Just after undergrad, I met this guy. He was...older."
"How much older?" Steve asked, confused.
"Like, our age, older."
"So, in his 20s?" Steve replied, not catching the tune.
Stacy laughed. "No, like, our ages, now. I think he was in his late 40s."
"What?" Steve responded, shocked. "How? Why?"
"We met at a work function. He worked for a competitor, and we hit it off right away. He was just divorced, and I thought I was SO mature, dating an older man. It was fine, and he wasn't available very much because of his kids, so it was nice and casual. But then he started talking about me meeting his kids, and what our life might be like, and I wasn't very interested. Or interested at all! I was only 23, and not at all ready to settle down. He was so sad, but he convinced me to take a trip with him."
"Ok," Steve replied.
"So I agreed. I shouldn't have. I knew I was done, but I told him I'd take a week away, and see if I could envision a life together. We flew us to this resort in the Bahamas, paid for a private villa, and pulled out all the stops. There were really only two reasons I liked him, I realized, and the money was one."
"What was the other?" Steve asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Steve, baby, the sex was so good. I mean, so, so good. You know how young men are, so eager but so unskilled. He knew what he was doing. But I decided I'd go, enjoy the week, but NOT have sex with him. I wanted to see if he liked me for me. and I needed to know if liked him for more than the physical."
"Ok, and?" Steve asked, slightly afraid.
"I knew the first day that I just couldn't do it. We had a nice week, and he didn't give me too much shit about not sleeping with him, but by the last night there, I knew what my decision would be. But, like I said..."
"One last time?" Steve asked.
"Yes. We went to this really nice restaurant, and I wore the sexiest little green dress. Our villa was on the edge of property, so there weren't many people to run into on the path back out. About halfway back, I pushed him up against the side of the building, and, you know, blew him."
Steve's eyes went wide.
"But then we heard someone coming, so I dragged him back to the room, threw him on the bed, and absolutely fucked the shit out of him."
"Stacy!" Steve exclaimed. He couldn't recall his wife ever talking like that.
"Baby, I think I broke his hip. I climbed on, and...Jesus. It was intense. Then I pulled him over to the balcony door, and made him take me from behind, pressed up against the glass. People on the beach probably could've seen. I just used him. Like, I didn't give a damn, make me cum, used him. It was amazing."
Steve took a deep breath. "Shit. And?"
"And we flew home the next morning. He kept bothering me for an answer on the plane, and as soon as we landed, I told him I just couldn't commit, and broke it off. Never saw him again. Poor bastard could be still standing there, for all I know."
Stacy shrugged and took a large swig of her drink. "What do you say we finish this game upstairs?"
A moment later, they were in their bedroom. Stacy bounced onto the bed, almost spilling her drink. "Ok. So that was the BEST sex you had before us. What about the wildest?" she asked, as Steve climbed up next to her.
After hearing his wife describe how she, to her term, fucked the shit out of some older guy, Steve was emboldened.
"You never told me about some old man," Steve teased, jabbing at her leg, "and I never told you about Amy."
"Who was Amy?" Stacy inquired.
"We dated my senior year of college. Her best friend was dating my best friend, and we decided to do a couple spring break."
"A couples spring break? Jesus that sounds lame." Stacy teased.
"It sounded fun at the time. We drove to the shore, and got this shitty little hotel room. It probably wasn't any different from anyone else's spring break, except we did it as couples. Anyway, we're sharing this room with two queen beds, because we were broke. We knew it was going to awkward, and expected to use he old sock-on-the-handle trick. But that first night, we were all pretty drunk, and Amy and I were lying in bed, just talking, when we...heard something?"
"You heard something?"
"Yes, a, you know, slurping sound. So we look over, and Amy's friend is sucking my friend's dick. Lights on, two hands, just gobbling away."
"Did you two perverts sit and watch?" Stacy asked.
"No, I mean, yes. For a second, but Amy was getting turned on super fast, and so was I, and before I knew it, she was blowing me too. And then, I'm not even sure how, we have both girls bent over the side of one of the beds, and..."
"Kinky," Stacy said, raising her eyebrows."
"It was. So the girls rolled over, onto their backs, and they start playing with each other while we're fucking them, and it's a good thing I was drunk because I don't know how I lasted."
"That is pretty wild," Stacy said, thinking the story was over.
"That's not all..." Steve said, his voice trailing off.
"Shit, serious?" Stacy replied, surprised.
"Yeah well, things kind of got out of hand, and...we sort of swapped partners."
"You fucked your best friends girl, in front of him?"
Steve blushed. "Yeah, while he fucked mine. It was crazy."
Stacy realized how turned on she was, and thought attacking her husband. Hearing about his doing something like that shouldn't be so hot, she thought, as Steve asked her what her next choice was.
Thinking for a long moment, she considered truth, but instead chose a dare.
Steve smiled. "I dare you to play with yourself, while you tell me about the wildest sex you had, before we met."
Stacy blushed, her head rushing with blood. "Steve, baby, this has been fun, but I don't think you want to hear that story."
"A dare is a dare," Steve said.
Stacy tried to think of a way out of it, before shrugging. "Ok, if you're sure. But you have to promise to stay 'stop' if you don't want to hear more."
Steve was vaguely terrified. What could she possibly have done.
Smiling, Stacy pulled her dress over her head. Her round, firm breasts shot out of her chest. Turning and laying back on the bed, she started to massage them.
"When I was in college, I dated this guy named Mark," she started, "he was kind of a douche, and I don't remember ever liking him all that much, but we had fun together sometimes. Anyway, he had these two roommates, one of which I thought was kind of hot. I was mad when I met him, because I was dating the wrong guy in that house."
Steve watched, as Stacy continued to play with her tits, her eyes locked onto him.
"Most of the time, the other roommates had girlfriends, so they weren't around all that much. From time-to-time, we'd hear them having sex through the paper thin walls of the apartment. Honestly, the best sex Mark and I had was when we could hear one of the other guys. But anyway, one night, over the summer, I found myself drinking alone with Mark and the other two guys. It was nothing special, but Mark liked to try and get a rise out of me, so when I got up to use the bathroom, I came back, and they were watching the raunchiest porn I had ever seen."
Steve kept watching her, desperate to hear where the story would go. Stacy was laid back, propped up with her legs just slightly apart. He could see she was already wet, glistening in the dim light.
"I almost got mad and left, but like I said, he was always pushing my buttons, and I decided to push back. So I sat down next to him, and started watching, like it was no big deal. It was probably the first porn I'd ever really seen."
"Do you remember what it was?" Steve asked.
"Oh yeah. Some skanky looking girl was in this shitty club or something. I think it was supposed to be a strip club. She danced around for a while, and then..."
Stacy slid her hand down her stomach.
"She stripped off all her clothes."
She slid her hand further.
"And started to masturbate on the stage."
Stacy started to rub her own clit, gasping as her fingers made first contact.
"I knew it was nasty, but I couldn't help but get turned on. I thought about dragging Mark back to his room, and letting them hear us for once, but then some greasy looking dude with long hair, I think he was supposed to be the bartender, entered the room, and they started having sex. Mark must've been able to tell I was turned on, because he asked what it would take to get me to strip like that. I was pretty drunk, and so horny, I don't know what got into me, but..."
Stacy was rubbing her clit hard, now, her breath starting to become ragged.
"What, baby? What did you do?" Steve asked, unable to peal his eyes away from her hand.
"I got up, and started dancing around. I was just wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, but I pulled them off real slow and sexy. The guys weren't watching the moving anymore, that's for sure, and before I knew it, I was completely naked."
"Did you go fuck Mark, then?" Steve asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
"No, baby, I didn't. Mark took me by the hand," she continued, rubbing her clit and panting, "and put me over his knee. I laid, there, ass up, all three of them looking at me, as he spanked me, and told me I was being so bad, stripping for his friends. I told him he was right, and that I needed to be punished."
Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wasn't even sure she was paying attention to him at all anymore. She was masturbating furiously, here eyes closed. He knew she was reliving it all in her head.
"He told me my punishment was to be a little fuck toy for him and his friends. I knew I should say no, but I couldn't. He started fingering me, and I was so unbelievably wet. I knew they were all watching. Then pushed me down onto my knees, and before I knew what was happening, all three of them were standing over me, with their dicks out."
"Fuck, baby," Steve stuttered.
"It was so hot, baby They all wanted me so bad, so I started sucking them all. Moving from one, to another, to another, back and forth. It was so hot to look up at them, all of them looking down at me, hard as a rock. Then Mark helped me to my feet, and bent me over the couch. I felt him push against me, and he slid right in. Then one of his roommates was at the back of the couch, and before I knew it, I had one of them in each end of me."
Stacy was fingering herself now, her hips bucking up and down, her hands covered in her juices. Steve was rock hard himself, pulling his clothes off, when he had an idea. Sliding off the bed, he opened her bedside stand, where he knew she kept a little friend. Pulling it free, a 9" dildo in his hand, he put it in hers.
Panting, but wordlessly, Stacy took the toy and buried it in her pussy. She cried out with pleasure as she stared to bang herself, the toy coated in her white juices as it slid in and out.
"What else, baby?" Steve asked, pushing on her hip until she flipped over onto all fours.
"Fuck baby, he was so deep in me, and his friend was in my mouth. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever felt. And then I felt the other friend take my hand, and I had to jerk him off while the other two fucked me from both ends."
Steve moved and knelt in front of her. Stacy had one hand on the dildo, the other holding herself up, as Steve put his cock in her mouth. She grunted and grunted, moaning into him, her body shaking as she fucked herself on both ends. Falling forward, she let him slip out of her mouth, and collapsed onto her side, rolling onto her back.
Steve took ahold of the dildo and took over control, sliding it in and out of her, as he put himself back in her mouth. Her breasts heaved up and down as she moaned.
"What else, baby?" he prompted.
Stacy let him fall from her lips. "Fuck baby, the took me in so many positions. I rode Mark and while blew them both, he bent me over on the floor. I was complete out of control. And do you know what?" she asked, her breathing growing increasingly desperate.
"What, baby?" Steve asked, stroking himself right by her face.
"It was the first...I couldn't help myself."
"You couldn't help yourself what?"
"I...I was riding Mark, and I had one of them in my mouth, and the one in my mouth came so hard. He filled my whole throat up, and it was so sexy to hear him cumming, and then to have another one immediately take his place, and I felt his cock getting bigger and bigger, and Mark started to moan louder and louder, and I just couldn't...."
"You couldn't what, baby?"
"I couldn't stop. I buried myself down onto Mark, and he cried out so loud, and I let him cum inside me, and as soon as he did, the last guy came in my mouth. It was so much baby. I could feel both their loads in me at the same time!"
As she finished talking, her body started to shake. Steve put himself back in her mouth. Stacy came loudly, her body shaking, as Steve shot himself into her mouth. She gagged and moaned and grunted, and for the first time since they'd had kids, she swallowed every drop her had to give her.
A moment later, Steve collapsed onto the bed. It was hotter and crazier than he ever expected. How did he not know he'd married a girl who would do such things? Stacy rolled onto her back, her skin and the bed soaked in her sweat.
"You...you still love me, right?" Stacy asked, slowing coming down from a mind-bending orgasm.
"Of course. Baby, that story was so fucking hot. I can't believe how sexy you sounded. But...is there any more?"
Stacy sat up, winked, and pushed him onto his back.
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