Sex had always been a bit problematic for my wife and I. Perhaps, unsurprisingly (as a man), I always wanted it and had a very vivid imagination when it came to sex. My wife, aside from a few years spent in rebellion in early late teens and early 20s, had grown up in a very conservative household, where sexuality was associated with sin and guilt. We did have sex, but it always seemed a struggle. To me, it always felt more like she was fulfilling her "wifely duties" rather than truly engaging in a fun, intimate experience. Certainly there were exceptions, but on the whole, oftentimes it just felt like we were not compatible in this realm. As we got older, the situation became more pronounced. And between jobs and kids and the stresses of life, things were always very hit and miss. We would have a decent run for a couple weeks, then a dry spell for several months. And it had never been particularly adventurous either. Sure, there was the occasional handjob in the car, or blowjob in the shower - and these were certainly fun. But as we had gotten older and life had become busier and more stressful, it was difficult to just let go and have some uninhibited, adventurous fun.
Kelly was 41. 5'7" tall, with silky, shoulder length dark brown hair. She wore a beautiful smile, had an adorable nose, and stunning eyes you could get lost in. Her skin was soft and tan. And ever since I had set my eyes on her, I had always admired her curves, with her firm round ass, and amazing, large breasts, which I could never get enough of. Wonderful handfuls which drove me wild. She was a stunner, and always drew the eyes of men, though she was usually oblivious to attention she received.
I was 39, stood about 6'2, had a medium build, but like most men, had put on a few pounds as I got older. My hair had turned from dirty blond to brown, and my skin was fair. Unlike my golden goddess of a wife, the sun and I were not friends. Despite all this, I was generally a decent looking man, and one thing I had always admired about myself was that at least I was decently hung. While I had always dreamt about my wife deepthroating me, there was also a certain level of pride in the fact that she never could.
For whatever reason, in this particular season we were getting into a fairly good rhythm. Whether it was once or twice a week (which was considerably more than 'normal), we were enjoying ourselves and each other.
It was March, and my 40th birthday was only three weeks away. Kelly thought it would be appropriate to celebrate with a couple nights away. She kept most of the details secret, but she made it known that we were going to have some fun. Translation - she knew how much I loved sex, and was going to make my 40th very memorable. But I could also tell she was keeping something from me. I didn't know what it was, but I just had a hunch she had something secret planned.
And then the day of departure was upon us. As we packed our bags, I made sure to grab a few extra items - a couple vibrators, a dildo and some weed. Kelly chose a few pieces of lingerie and elegant high heels. I could feel my shaft stiffen just thinking about the days ahead. While packing, I grabbed her from behind, wrapping my arms around her, and pressing my hardening shaft against her ass. I nuzzled my nose and mouth into her neck and began kissing and sucking gently, as my left hand slid up, cupping her full breast.
"Easy there tiger," she said. "Don't worry. We've got a whole long weekend ahead of us." as she reached back and slapped my ass twice in succession, letting me know she was done.
I was feeling slightly rejected, but it passed quickly and my excitement continued to build in the time ahead.
We loaded our bags in the car, dropped the kids off at grandma's, and began our drive to Half Moon Bay. It was about 1pm and I was getting hungry.
"Honey, let's make a quick stop and get something to eat." I said, as I drove with my left hand, running my right hand over her smooth, firm thigh.
"Actually, I don't think we should stop. I have a bit of surprise for you." she responded
Now, I wasn't sure what the surprise was, and it sure as hell didn't make any sense as to why I couldn't eat.
She continued, "..., so, um, part of my present to you is trying something new. And if we have full stomachs, it's just not going to be nearly as good as it could be."
Perplexed, I continued to listen.
"For your 40th birthday, I got you a special gift. And I think you're going to like it." She paused for a moment,and now placed her left hand on my thigh, then said, "....we're going to do some Ecstasy."
I was shocked, and I didn't know what to make of it. I had never done ecstasy before, and I knew very little about it.
"Wait, what?! Where did you get ecstasy? What...I mean, what's going to happen?" At this point I was both nervous and anxious.
I had known my wife had experienced her wilder days before we met. After growing up in a very religious home, she rebelled for a couple years and became involved in the rave scene in northern california of the mid 90s. While I had ZERO experience with drugs, Kelly had lived it up a bit, having experience with LSD, mushrooms, acid, and ecstasy. These were her wild years. They did not define her, and yet I had always been a bit jealous.
I didn't know what to make of ecstasy, I was nervous it might do something bad, but she assured me, I would love it.
We arrived at the hotel, and it was beautiful. It was a long rectangular room, with the bathroom and shower just inside, followed by a bedroom area. Just past the bed was a dividing wall which separate the bedroom from the living room area. Continuing forward, and two steps down led you to a living area, and beyond that, a sliding glass door to a patio with an ocean view. Regardless of what was to happen this weekend, it was wonderful to have a place that was quiet, beautiful and away from the kids.
Once we settled in, I gave her a big loving embrace and thanked her for taking me away for a couple days. We hugged and I kissed her passionately, then we took a brief walk down to the beach to enjoy the silence and watch the victory-at-sea conditions.
It was cold and windy, but this was the first time I had been to the beach in years without needing to worry about my kids. As the wind whipped through my hair I felt truly at peace. And I could feel my very soul start to relax.
After a few minutes later, she pulled my hand. "Time to go back to the room. I think you're really going to like what I've got planned."
We returned to the room and she pulled out a little baggy of powder. She had also bought a small instrument to weigh the powder, and some orange juice. As the sun began to set beneath the overcast skies, the ecstasy was mixed into the juice. Kelly quickly swallowed it down, making a face due to how bitter it was.
"Are you sure I should do this? Nothing bad is going to happen, right?"
She smiled at me, "Honey, you're my favorite person and we've been married for over 15 years. I love you. And trust me, you're going to love this. It's going to make you feel good all over. Everything we do tonight is just going to feel better."
"So, maybe, you know - for science, you should suck my dick really quick now, so I can compare to how it feels later?" I joked, albeit only somewhat.
She smirked, and then rolled her eyes, "That's not really how it works, but alright. Just for a second." then dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She stopped for a moment, and said "drink" before resuming her efforts. I swirled the juice around one more time, then pounded the bitter juice down, all the while admiring my beautiful wife taking my cock into her mouth. After a few more seconds, she stopped, releasing my cock and standing back up.
"I think it's gonna take about 15 minutes to kick in. Why don't you turn on the fireplace and light a few of those candles. Maybe make sure those toys we brought are accessible too," she smiled. I'm gonna go outside for a few minutes." And with that, she gave my cock a final squeeze, grabbed a pack of cigarettes we had brought with, and went out onto the patio to have a smoke and decompress. (we smoked about a pack a year. It was definitely something we enjoyed, but did very rarely)
Dutifully I lit the fireplace and the handful of candles we had brought with us. And after a few minutes, I slowly began to feel a gentle warmth enveloping my entire body. I slid open the rear glass door.
"The candles and fire are going, and uh, I think things are starting to kick in."
