Editor: GaleWillow
Chapter 1
Open Pandora's Box or A little peek inside couldn't hurt.
Tony and Rachel Anderson had been married for nineteen years. They had gotten married when Tony was twenty-one and Rachel was nineteen. They had met and began dating when Tony was in his last year of high school and kept on dating while he was in college. They met the summer Rachel turned sixteen. It was a whirl wind summer romance full of lust, laughter and love. They kept dating in spite of the age difference, their peers' thoughts and their parent's initial objections. They were actually very much in love and completely devoted to one another. Tony had always intended on marrying Rachel and the fact that she had gotten pregnant with their son Michael just moved his agenda along a little quicker. With the exception of twelve years ago when Tony had a little 'Mid-Life Crisis' their relationship was pretty solid and on a good footing. Like all married couples who have been together that long their sex life had become somewhat predictable and practiced. That's when Rachel chose to take a decidedly new tact to kick things up a notch and make their sex life just a little more spicy.
Sex was still good and they both enjoyed it immensely however, the lusty spark was gone. Rachel still found her husband attractive. He was tall, six foot, still had all his hair, although he wore it shorter and it was more of a salt pepper grey than the dark brown of his youth. He was only slightly overweight but reasonably fit and marginally active. He didn't do Yoga on a daily basis like she did but he walked and rode his bike faithfully. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen on anyone. Her son Michael also had the same colour blue to his eyes and they were just as deeply set and piercing as his dads. In fact except for the hair, Michael's being jet black, he was the spitting image of his father only slightly taller and maybe a bit stockier than his dad was at his age. He probably got that from her side of the family as Rachel's father was a big man standing well over six feet four. Rachel herself was a stunning woman. She stood five feet four inches tall had a sexy curvaceous figure much like her mother, with firm full breasts, hips and an ass. When they were younger her husband had told her, that her ass looked like she was built for fucking. Of course he hadn't spoken to her like that in years and that was one of the things she was hoping to change in the near future.
Her legs were fantastic. They were long and shapely, giving her the illusion of being taller than she actually was, with gorgeous calves and thighs that beautifully moulded themselves into that succulent ass of hers. Her ass was one of her best features and she often bragged to her husband that you could bounce a quarter off of it, especially when she caught him looking at it and thought she wasn't paying attention. She often wore a bra although she didn't need to and in fact usually on weekends went without one. On weekends she traded her high heels, sharp business skirts, blouses and suit jackets for jeans and T-shirts. If she could go barefoot most of the time, she would, choosing to wear open toed sandals that showed off her beautiful feet and ankles. Again when they were younger her husband had a bit of a foot fetish and often had her wear high heeled shoes that were open toed strap affairs that help accentuate her feet, ankles and sexy calves. He used to buy her high heeled sandals with straps that went up her legs around her calves, tying off just below the knee. This too had died somewhere in their past and she missed the attention he had lavished upon her. The shoes were not often the quality she normally wore but it was the thought that mattered most to her.
She loved her family. Loved her husband and loved sex but she wanted more. So as with most things, if change was going to come she would have to be the one to initiate it. She decided she would be brave and put herself and her desire out there for her husband to respond to, she didn't know what would come of it, but something was better than nothing. They were in a rut and things needed to change.
"Tell me one of your kinkiest fantasies" she said plainly.
They hadn't been having sex for very long when she asked the question. Her husband's hard cock was buried inside her, her legs were spread wide and wrapped around his hips allowing him complete access to her, she loved being open to him. He had both hands on her breasts and had been gently licking and kissing her neck, every once in awhile pausing to lick and suck her left nipple, nothing out of the ordinary. This was their routine; in fact this was their sex night. Sunday night, weekend was over, it was after 9 p.m. and nothing much was left to watch on T.V. This was how it was and this was how their sex life went, week in and week out. So what better time to ask a question that she felt needed to be asked? They needed change, they needed something. Spice, excitement, the edge just like when they were young, this is what she wanted from him and she was bound and determined to get it, come hell or high water.
"Here? Right now?" Her husband responded stopping in mid thrust to look his wife in the eyes, something he rarely did when they made love.
"Yes, here and right now." She replied, a slight annoyance in her voice. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know or think it was important."
She brushed a stray hair from her face that was tickling her nose and causing her to blink repeatedly. She needed to be taken seriously, this was important.
"But we're making love." That was probably the dumbest thing he could've said at that moment and hindsight being what it is, he knew it, not ten seconds after he said it.
"I know we're making love." Rachel said curtly. She was beginning to get more annoyed and it was now starting to show in how she held her body.
"Ok, ok. Well I like it when you shave." Tony said blushing moderately with his eyes cast down. "Or have a little landing strip. That might be nice."
The pause and silence that followed felt ominous and he knew this wasn't fully what she was asking. But he was on the spot and somewhat embarrassed with the flood of thoughts that began to race through his mind once he began to consider what she had asked.
"Well that can be fun but it's not kinky, and it's not really a fantasy is it?" Rachel said and began pressing for more. "What really gets you going? Turns you on, you know edgy stuff, out of the ordinary, kinky."
"Oh kinky, well I'm not sure." Tony was on shaky ground now. He wasn't really sure what she wanted and he really wasn't sure how far to go. He had kinky thoughts of course everyone did but usually they were fleeting and as quickly as they came into his head he dismissed them.
"Don't tell me you don't surf the net when you're bored. You can't be that much of a workaholic." She pried further, she knew he looked at porn, read erotica; they both did from time to time. "When you're in the den and on the computer, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever looked at or fantasized about?"
Rachel was pushing a little bit harder than was normal for her but she wanted them to get past this humdrum rut they were in and move onto something more exciting, sexy and hot.
