Author's note: This story is Part One of a five part series. It is intentionally slow to build, as it is important for the reader to understand the backgrounds and motivations of the main characters in order to fully appreciate the rest of the story.
I was only a few weeks away from celebrating my 40th birthday. As I suppose many people do at that point in their lives, I found myself reflecting upon what I had accomplished in my life, and what goals still lay ahead. My wife, Michelle, and I had already achieved most of the goals we had ever set for ourselves. We owned a nice house, raised three healthy and happy children, held two steady jobs and generated enough income to provide a decent lifestyle for our family. It seemed as though there were nothing left to do but hold on to what we had and play out the string until retirement. Looking back, I suppose it is that very realization that causes many people to experience a "mid-life crisis."
Michelle and I shared a very loving and healthy relationship, where honesty, communication and trust were the glue that held us together. In sixteen years of marriage, the only reason we ever argued was to reconcile our drastically different libidos. Simply put, my sexual appetite was drastically greater than hers. Of course, this is a very common problem for couples – especially those married for as long as we had been. For many years, we struggled to find a balance in our sex life that was acceptable to both of us. I tried everything I could imagine to introduce some variety and excitement into our love-making, but nothing seemed to have any effect on her sexual appetite.
Finally, after years of back-and-forth struggle, we seemingly reached an unspoken compromise where we settled into a pattern of having sex every third night. By adopting this regimen, she believed that I could no longer complain about not having sex often enough, as I was surely getting it more often than most husbands. While that was certainly true, frequency was only half the problem as far as I was concerned. The larger issue, in my mind, was that our sex life had become mundane and void of passion. This new every-third-day schedule only exacerbated that problem, as it robbed the act of all passion, spontaneity and excitement. Eventually, I grew weary of having my best efforts rejected, and I conceded defeat in our long battle.
Our 17th anniversary was only a couple months away, and yet we still hadn't booked our annual vacation. Years before, Michelle's parents were kind enough to offer to watch our children for a week during our anniversary to allow us to reconnect as a couple. Since I was about to celebrate a milestone birthday, Michelle mentioned that she wanted to combine these two celebrations and do something extra special that year. I had no idea how "special" until she came to me one night with a suspicious grin on her face.
"I think I may have found a place," she said.
"Okay," I replied, hesitantly, "where are we going?"
She proceeded to describe a resort in Cancun, Mexico called Temptations. It is an all-inclusive resort that features two large pools, a beach area and several restaurants. Best of all, no children are allowed.
To that point in her description, it seemed like any other resort in the Caribbean. But her smile grew even wider and she added that the resort is divided in half, with one half allowing topless sunbathing around the pool area. She waited for my reaction – and she received the one she wanted.
"Seriously?" was all I could manage to say. She just nodded her head and maintained her infectious smile with that cute dimple on her left cheek that melted my heart so many years before.
"So...you would sunbathe topless." It was more of a question than a statement. She nodded again.
"And you would be okay with strange men looking at you?"
Another nod. She was still smiling. This entire conversation was so out of character; I simply couldn't believe what I was hearing. While Michelle wasn't exactly a "prude," she was never very sexually adventurous, either. This idea was coming straight out of left field.
"I want to do something special for your birthday," she said, "and I know this is something you would really, really like!"
She looked so excited, and I couldn't help but feel excited, too. Her bright green eyes sparkled. But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was being tested in some way. Did she want me to tell her I didn't want any strange men looking at her naked tits? In all honesty, the mere idea of it was making my dick hard for a reason I couldn't quite fathom.
Then a thought occurred to me. Many years ago, she caught me looking at a porn site, and she considered it as a personal insult. She believed I was looking at that site because I thought the women in the videos were more attractive than her, and that she wasn't enough for me. In actuality, I was looking because I'm a guy, and that's what guys do. I needed a sexual release, and I knew she wouldn't do it for me, so I was getting myself excited so that I could do it myself. I thought I was doing her a favor. I found it hard to believe that she was suddenly okay with the idea of me looking at other half-naked women.
"And, just so we're clear, you'd be okay with me looking at other women's naked tits?"
Again, she nodded her head, wearing that same playful smile.
"Let's sleep on it," I said, and she looked a little disappointed, as if she expected me to jump on this opportunity. I was so skeptical about her motives that I felt we should allow some time to let this idea percolate.
The next day was a Saturday, and she had a rare day off from work. I awoke to the sensation of her soft hair pressed upon my chest and gentle kisses on my neck. I barely had a chance to open my eyes when she spoke.
"So...have you thought about it?" she asked. Even in my half-awake state of confusion, I realized that her suggestion from the night before wasn't just some passing phase or a test of my character. She was actually serious. Before I had a chance to respond, I felt her soft, warm hand grasp my rigid morning wood under our blanket. She squeezed it tight, loosened her grip, and then squeezed again. I could not recall the last time we had sex in the daylight – never mind in the morning.
While still gripping my cock, she began kissing my chest, and then my abs, and eventually worked her way down to my cock. She gave it a soft kiss and then wrapped her lips around my head and slowly took it into her mouth. She slid her mouth halfway down my shaft, and then up toward my head, and continued that bobbing motion in slow motion while the fingernails of her right hand tickled my balls. Although it had only been two days since our last sexual encounter, the excitement of having spontaneous morning sex put me on the edge of an orgasm quickly. I gave her my usual warning signal, tapping her on the back, and she withdrew and jerked me off onto my belly.
"What was that all about?" I asked, as she continued to playfully stroke my softening dick.
"I just felt like it," she said with a dirty smile. "I can't stop thinking about going to that resort."
She continued to be unusually flirty with me throughout that day, giving me spontaneous hugs and kisses, and allowing me to fondle her ass. It was such unusual behavior that I couldn't help but wonder what had come over her. At the same time, however, I wasn't about to question it.
"Let's do it," I finally told her, later that day. "Book it."
Her eyes widened, and she smiled. "Awesome! Consider it done!"
That night, after the kids went to bed, we lay on the couch watching TV. I was sitting at the end of the couch, and she was lying on her back with her head propped up on a pillow against me. At some point in our program, without warning, she lifted her shirt, took my hand, and placed it on one of her tits. She never wore a bra at night, and her firm, natural, C-cup breasts felt soft and warm to my touch. Her large nipples were rigid, as if she had just walked in from the cold.
Normally, she wouldn't let me touch her tits, as she always told me they were too sensitive. I found this rare opportunity to be an incredibly thrilling surprise. I continued to rub, squeeze and massage her tits, and she interrupted me to remove her shirt completely over her head. Her beautiful, shapely tits were now fully exposed for me to play with.
"What's this all about?" I asked.
"Well," she replied. "I figure I'm going to be topless soon, so I'd better get used to it, right?"
While I savored this rare opportunity, she reached down and her hand disappeared under the fabric of her pajama pants. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her chest began to heave with each breath.
