1. A Little Help From Our Friends


    Date: 6/25/2016, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: cardfan17, Source: LushStories

    The neckties around my wrists and ankles were tight. Tighter than usual for sure. So tight in fact, I’d probably have a tough time getting loose if the need arose: like if Pam fell and couldn’t get up or if a fire broke out or some other equally unlikely event. No matter. The odds were slim enough to be almost non-existent. I put it out of my mind, preferring instead to focus on the fun I’d be having in a few short minutes when my wife would make her grand entrance. Pam and I had been married a couple months shy of twenty-six years and we’d always enjoyed an active sex life. She was a beauty then and all these years later, she still was. She had shoulder length brown hair, a figure women half her age would love to have and big brown eyes that seemed like bottomless pools. Our first couple years of marriage had mostly been the newlywed's glad-to-be-having-sex kind of sex. Then we had five or six years of "let's try a little of everything" sex. I loved those years. A weekend in Tahoe with a heart shaped hot tub and mirrors on the ceiling. Blow-jobs in the car while driving. Sneak into the CEO’s office at night and fuck on his desk. Restaurant bathrooms and outdoors and flashing in public and the list went on and on. Then the kids got older and we got older and over time, the sex sort of turned vanilla. Eventually, I realized our sex life had become routine. We still did it often enough. Not four or five times a week like the old days, but we’d still get it on once or twice a ...
    week and it was still terrific sex. Only now it was always in the bedroom, on the bed between six and seven in the morning. You could set your watch by it. A little kissing, I’d go down on her, she’d suck me a little - then on to the main event. The only variety would be switching positions between missionary, doggy or Pam on top. When I turned forty, it occurred to me that our sex life wasn’t likely to suddenly revert to being the wild, exciting thrill ride it had been. It would continue down the same path it had been on for the past fifteen years. But I simply wasn’t ready to accept the bleakness of what our future sex life would be like if that were the case. I was determined to revitalize it, so every few months for the past three years or so I’d suggest we try something new. Light bondage or a nude beach. Spanking or role play or mutual masturbation. I covered it all including a couple hints at threesomes or swinging. Pam was a trooper and she’d generally agree to give whatever idea I’d come up with a try. She drew the line at including other people and wasn’t a big fan of trying anal, but went along with most everything we could do in our bedroom. Sort of. I’d come up with a plan and she’d agree and we’d get started. Then it would fizzle out before we managed to get more than a few minutes in. She’d stop whatever we were doing and revert to our standard routine of oral sex, regular sex, done. For whatever reason, she just couldn’t or wouldn’t stick to the plan to the end. ...
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