Quarantine sucked, let's be honest. Sure it had it's perks and my wife and I were able to connect more, but the longer it went on the worse it got. We had been having sexual problems for some time; call it a libido mismatch or just plain ole' not enough fucking, but I felt it the longer our time together went on. Being stuck at home with someone for 6 months really let's you know where you are as a couple, and I knew that we just weren't on the same page sexually.
My wife Connie has a body that most men would beg to cum inside. She has large natural C cups that look huge on her 5'4" frame, and a curvy and tanned body with an ass to die for, and a trimmed pussy more on the hairy side that leaks when she is turned on. Her long dirty blonde hair comes down to just above her ass and looks California surfer girl-esque, if you know what I mean.
Never have I used the term sexually adventurous to describe her, though. Everything is quite vanilla and we stick to the same positions for the most part. Cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, and occasionally a few others make into into our repertoire. I've bought her beautiful lingerie and sexy bikinis, but she always feels self conscious and never wants to put them on. I've brought up swinging and the hot wife lifestyle which don't appeal to her, anal is off the table, and she doesn't even let me go down on her. The only thing she tolerates on the kink spectrum is occasionally fucking my ass with a dildo, though a strap-on is off the table.
Aside from all of that I love her very, very much. She's my soulmate and I will do anything to make her happy and just want to explore with her. We've done the therapy thing, and have even seen a sex therapist to try to bring some spark into the bedroom, but to no avail. We're hardly the first couple that have gone through something such as this, but when you are watching porn and jerking off multiple times a week because you aren't getting any, ideas begin to enter your head that you might not have considered before.
After months and months of being trapped together, lockdown began to end. The world had opened back up and after we were vaccinated, our social life began to bounce back. Hanging out with friends became a priority, and it was great to get a break from the issues we were having at home. We went out to the movies, tried the date night thing with dinner and drinks, and started to get back into our old routine. Still, no advances in the bedroom.
One day while we were home in the kitchen, my wife received a text that instantly put a smile on her face. Furiously she typed away and hit enter, placing her phone down to look up at me and smile. "Becca wants to know if we want to go to a cabin for a weekend at the end of July. It's out in Tennessee at her parents cabin and she wanted to get everyone together now that more people were available." Great, I thought, knowing that it would be her college friends and maybe some of their husbands. Good people, not really the get drunk and party at cabin types though.
"Sure babe, whatever you want. Who's all going? It would be nice to get away for a long weekend and hang out in the middle of nowhere." We'd been to her cabin before and it was more of a luxurious house than anothing else, sitting on 10 acres of land with massive stone fireplaces, 6 bedrooms, a game room, and a hot tub big enough to fit 10.
"So far it's just us and Becca but she texted Frank and Lena, and Mark and Julie as well. I haven't seen them in what has felt like years and it will be so fun! I can't wait to spend some time with the girls and you can hang out with the guys and go fishing in the stream."
"Yeah babe, sounds like a great time. I'm looking to see them as well!" I said, putting on my best fake smile and knowing that deep down inside I didn't really have much desire to see Julie or Lena, and especially not their banker husbands who wanted to spend the whole time talking about portfolios and this and this. Whatever, it's a free trip to a beautiful home and I can just grab a case of beer and my fishing rod and be a happy camper.
Lena and Julie RSVP'ed, which was fine, but I still wasn't overly enthusiastic about the trip. I kept telling myself it would be nice to get away, and I looked forward to spending the weekend somewhat disconnected. We drew closer to our departure, and about a week out my wife informed me that Lena and her husband wouldn't be able to make it as Frank's mother was ill and they were traveling to Chicago to spend time with her. Then as luck would have it, Julie and Mark backed out as Julie was swamped at work and couldn't get away.
"Dodged a bullet there" I thought to myself. My wife was somewhat upset, but mostly glad we were still going to spend some time with Becca and the trip wasn't ruined. It would be more relaxing with the three of us, and I didn't have to pretend like I was interested in the bullshit that Frank and Mark would likely be spewing. We packed our bags, and that Friday we left on the four hour drive to the cabin.
"What time is Becca getting there?" I asked, unsure if we were going to beat her there.
"She's already there. Apparently she left last night and got the house setup. We'll have lunch when we get there and then we'll have the next three days to do whatever we want! I can't wait to see her, it's really been too long."
"Awesome, I'm looking forward to it. Maybe when we are there we can get some alone time in the hot tub? Maybe do a little bit of skinny dipping?" I suggested, with a devilish grin on my face.
"Is all you ever do is think about sex? I haven't seen my closest friend in who knows how long and all you are thinking about is getting your dick wet. You never change, do you?"
Well, I could see this was going to be a fun and exciting trip and that we were already off on the right foot...
We pulled into the driveway and made our way to the front of the three car garage at the front of the house. We hopped out and I started to grab our bags when Becca appeared on the balcony. "Connie! I'm so glad you guys made it! Come give me a hug!"
My wife took off up the steps to the wrap around balcony where Becca stood, and the two of them embraced in a hug. They were like little kids and skipped inside to the massive living room where they plopped down on the large sectional sofa, a glass of wine already poured for my wife. "I guess I'll carry all this shit upstairs on my own." I thought to myself.
I got everything dropped off in the bedroom that Becca had assigned us, and made my way out to the living room. "How have you been? You look great! I see you were working out during quarantine." It was nice for someone to notice. I had been hitting the gym almost everyday since we were stuck in the house, and switched to two a days over the last few months. The gym time had paid off and I had lost 20 lbs and packed on some muscle.
"Everything has been fine. You know me, just keeping busy at work and trying to stay sane. I don't know how many shows I watched on Netflix, but I know it's an unhealthy amount. What happened to that guy you were dating? Jim was it?" Becca was the only single one of the group, though she dated frequently and none of them seemed to last.
"Oh him, that's so last month." Both my wife and Becca began to laugh, and I felt like there was something I was missing. This was either an inside joke or something that I had not been privileged with.
"Spill the beans, what happened there?" I pushed, as they continued to snicker and look at each other.
"Let's just say he wasn't big enough for the job." This caused another bout of laughter, for which Becca followed up with, "unlike you from what I understand." My wife turned beat red, and looked away while Becca looked me dead in the eyes and gave me a quick wink.
"I guess you do share everything...". I already knew this, but this had been the first time Becca had ever been so bold as to mention it to me. "And on the note, I'm going to hit the stream and get some fishing in. You too have fun and don't drink too much wine."
