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It's been an interesting few months since my wife Karla and I rediscovered sex. I can't really think of a better way to say it. Being married for twenty-five years, having raised two kids and sending them out of the nest had left us with perfunctory sex: an occasional chore that seemed to be more work than pleasure. Not the passionate, hot, sweaty, no-holds-barred (or should that have been holes?) wildness it had once been. The sad part of it was that we were seemingly okay with that, somewhat resigned to it as inevitable. My name is Richie, and I teach at a community college in central Texas. Most of my playing around happened way before I moved to Texas, by the way.
Anyway, I had published on Literotica -- the website that publishes anyone who goes to the trouble of writing for it. It started when I was away teaching a summer course and all alone; they had one of their frequent themed contests and I entered it with a story of my own. Of course I didn't win. Or place. Or even get an honorable mention. But what I did get was the urge to continue. I wrote about experiences I'd had. I wrote about whatever theme was being used for the monthly contests. But more importantly, I wrote about things I would like to see, say and do but had gotten too chicken-shit to talk about with Karla. I mean, after letting the sex part of our marriage go out of existence, how could I possibly bring up how much I wanted to not only fuck her ass, but have her, in turn, do mine? Or all the other things I discovered turned me on as I wrote about them or read them?
All that changed when Karla discovered my writings. Turns out that, while visiting a neighbor, Karla had been discussing sex -- or more correctly, the lack of it. And our neighbor, Joanie, brought up Literotica as a resource. Not only that, she was a fan of my writing (although at the time she didn't know it was mine).. When Karla got home, she used my laptop to begin her "research" and when she opened Literotica it went to my author page and my secret was out. My embarrassment was dealt with very quickly, although I have since been "punished" for it when we began playing with S&M, and our sexual appetites have returned with a vengeance.
We were now members of the swinger group hosted by Joanie and her husband Al. And they were frequent partners for us -- Al's big Black cock seems to have the magical powers other writers suggest, and Joanie is simply voracious. She delights in having the people around her come again and again.
So we've been busy. Along the way, I've done things I hadn't even thought about, let alone things I had written about. I thought I was tapped out -- that there wasn't anything new under the sun for us to try -- not that we couldn't revisit a whole lot of things we'd done and explore them more fully. That seemed like a pretty fulfilling future, actually. At least until Karla came across something that knocked our world off kilter. It seems she'd found that the pandemic had spawned a whole new generation of writers -- if names were at all indicative, young women (remember, we're in our early fifties) who had taken on serious smut. And monetizing it! And they'd picked up on the drug dealer model -- giving one of their "books" away to entice the reader into buying more.
One night we were both in bed, reading. I was doing some prep work for an upcoming class I was teaching, and Karla was absorbed by whatever she had on her e-reader.. So completely absorbed, as a matter of fact, that my concentration was broken by the sounds she was making. In addition to heavy breathing, there were the squishy sounds that could only come from manipulating a wet pussy. She was evidently so turned on by her reading material that she wound up masturbating right next to me. Once I realized that I put my book aside and simply turned on my side to watch.
I love to watch her play with herself. Not just because it turns me on, but also because I learn more about how to please her. I watched her get up to the brink of orgasm multiple times, and then stop. She was edging herself, and I was fascinated to see it. At some point she noticed me, and tried to get me to play but I held back. "Don't you know how amazing it is to watch you play with yourself? It's incredibly arousing -- in case you didn't notice what I've got in my hand."
"You know there are a couple of places you could park it, don't you?" she asked with a leer.
"Yeah, I know, but like I said, I just want to see what you like as you play with yourself. Did you want me to read to you? That book you were reading seemed to have an affect."
"That would be wonderful." She said.
At that point I simply started to read aloud from the top of the page she was on, and I quickly came to the conclusion that it really was a hot story, all about a woman who agreed to a "free use" weekend. In case you aren't familiar with the term, it means she agreed to submit to whatever her partner wanted, whenever he wanted it for a weekend.. As I read out loud about how he'd demanded she give him a blow job, and while she was sucking him off, two friends of his entered and she was suddenly being told that they were next in line. Karla gave a low moan as I read that, and suddenly she was coming fast and furious.
I used the few minutes I had as she recovered from the intense orgasm to read further. I discovered that the "book" was actually about the length of some of my stores. Not really a book at all -- more like a long chapter. But evidently enough to turn the author into a regular porn writer. I might have to try that. More importantly, though, the free-use idea sure turned Karla on and that appealed to me.
"Am I right to assume that the idea of having a "free-use" period of time appealed to you? I mean, you were so turned on that you simply had to get off the fastest way possible -- sounds to me like there's something about the idea that appeals to you. Am I right?"
"I don't know that I could be that open, but yes, it sure did get me horny as fuck!. I just imagined allowing myself to be turned into a mindless sex toy, not giving a shit about people's opinions and giving in to being used at any time and that made me as wet as I've ever been. Being told what to do, even if it's stuff I enjoy, has a special thrill to it. And yes, in case you were wondering, you could take it as far as you wanted. I'm already fucking at least ten guys in the swing club, so if you got others involved I'd just have to bend over and take them. And I can see that you like the idea" she said as she finally reached over and began to stroke my aching hardon.
"Hands off, bitch!" I growled. I had no idea where that came from -- especially since I had been hard for what seemed like forever -- but suddenly I decided to take charge. "You need to earn it. Get out your nipple clamps and your big dildo. Oh, and a vibrator as well. Now."
Karla's eyes lit up and the questioning look that had been on her face was quickly replaced by a sly grin. "Yes sir" she said and got out of bed to retrieve the items. She was quickly back and piled up pillows to lean against. Sitting up against them, legs spread wide, I could see moisture on her lower lips. Yup, this was going to be fun!
I should say a thing about Karla's body. Or maybe a few things because there's lots to love. She's always kept herself in shape, so her 38D boobs are very prominent. And they are topped off with silver dollar sized, dark areolae and large, prominent nipples. They are the kind that used to give me massive hardons when I would see their like in the magazines my dad used to keep in his night stand. (I'm old enough to remember life before the Internet, when if we were lucky we had magazines with naked women to look at. It wasn't until I hit 21 that I could visit an "adult store" -- and that was a story in and of itself.) We had been experimenting lately, and had assembled a collection of nipple clamps because Karla found them so stimulating. And now she was attaching alligator clips to each thick nipple, moaning in the process. I think I got even harder although I didn't think it was possible.
