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Introduction:

Disclaimer: The following is purely a work of fantasy / fiction

This is my first story. Please forgive any beginner mistakes. Thanks for reading.

My name is Dan. I am a 39 year old married man.

I have been married to Jill for eleven years now and our life has been nice. Nice and stable with enough money to do what we want. We have no kids, but that's OK because we never really had a big desire for kids. Our friends with kids always say “I couldn’t imagine my life without them” Well, I feel pleased to let the others have their kids, and we will have our "personal time".

Jill and I used to hang out all night together when we were newlyweds. Either with our friends, or she would sit at the table and watch me cook. But lately she works in her “studio” until I call her for dinner.

Jill is beautiful at 35 years old with wavy blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is just a bit curvy, but fit and healthy. Jill is perfect to me, but she lacks confidence and calls herself fat. Her skin is very pale and smooth. Every time I see her cute smile my heart melts and I remember why I fell in love.

I’m pretty excited tonight because Jill has mentioned I might get lucky this weekend. We used to have sex a few times a week, but now it’s once a month. I get the feeling she lost her desire for sex. It just doesn’t do much for her, but she has sex for my benefit. For some reason oral sex is out. I got a few blowjobs before the wedding, but since we married it’s just the old in & out.

I am making a nice meal of steak with fiddleheads and salad. After a long winter it’s nice to break out the grill. I'm not a great cook, but pretty good. I like to experiment with unique ingredients. I have a vegetable garden, and a big yard with fruit trees, and wild herbs. It is springtime and the fiddleheads are just popping up from the cold ground. I harvested a nice load of fiddleheads for dinner tonight. Lightly steamed and slathered with butter, they taste a lot like asparagus.

I also collected a new herb tonight. My field guide identifies it as “Switch Sorrel”. It’s an unassuming multi-branch plant that looks kind of like a clover with serrated leaves. It is edible, with a mild flavor that will work well in our salad tonight. The guide also says the Native Americans used it as an aphrodisiac. I don’t believe any of that aphrodisiac nonsense.

After dinner Jill looked at me and said “that was great, I’m stuffed”.

I said “If you don’t have seconds , that means you’re a wuss!”

“I’m no wuss, bring out the desert”

“Oops, no desert tonight. You win on a technicality” I said

As she was cleaning up the kitchen, she said “I’m feeling a bit off, what was that new herb again?”

“It’s called ‘switch sorrell’“

She said “It was good, but if you poisoned me I swear I’ll come back and haunt you.”

“No, it’s safe, I checked it in the book, and ate some first.”

She said “OK, well, I’m going to go read and sleep”… Oh well, there goes my hopes for sex tonight. I moved to the living room and turned on the TV.

After a few minutes, Jill walked in and sat in her chair in front of the TV. I look over “I thought you were going upstairs?” I asked. She turned and looked at me; “No” . She seemed a bit glassy eyed and dazed; A small smile on her face.

“Jill, are you stoned?” I asked. “No” she said.

“I have a documentary going, Do you want to watch something different?”

“No, I want you to be happy. I want you to watch what you want” she said.

“Well, what I really want is to get you out of those pants”.

And without hesitation she got up and took off her pants and panties and sat back down facing me with a dazed, but smoldering look in her eyes. “Is there anything else you want?” she said.

“Take your top off”. And she got up and took her top off!

Now this was interesting. I won’t say we are old and boring, but we had settled into a pattern. She never asks what I want in bed. And I can almost guarantee this was the first time her pants have been off in the living room. Something is going on. I took a minute to admire her body. Jill was looking fine with her body on display for me, I couldn’t see much of her pussy because she has small labia, and a bush of blonde hair.

I wanted to see how far she will go. “Come closer”, I said, and she came right over and stood in front of my lounge chair as I moved upright.

“Turn around and bend over” and she complied.

I reached out my hand and ran it slowly up her calf, then up her thigh, around to the inner thigh.

Jill shuttered a bit and stepped out spreading her legs apart a bit.

I ran my hand up her inner thigh and rubbed her outer labia. Jill was excited! She was getting hot and wet. This was unusual because she always needs lube when we screw.

I slowly worked my finger back and forth over her slit, sliding a bit deeper with each pass.

As I slowly slid my well lubed finger in Jill she gasped.

“Bend over farther!” I said, and Jill bent way over and put her hands on the ground. He knees buckled nad shook a bit, but she recovered, then pressed her ass back on my hand a bit.

I worked in another finger, now my index and middle fingers were sliding in as Jill stood bent over in front of me.

I was in the perfect angle, so I pressed in and downward to rub her g-spot. I rubbed back and forth a couple of times and Jill was gently moaning, and she asked me “Is this OK”?

I thought that was kind of odd she would be asking me that, as she was the one bent over in a compromising position. I replied “Yea babe you have a gorgeous ass, you should show it off more!”

I was rock hard, and I adjusted my cock in my pants and went back to what I was doing.

After a few more strokes her knees buckled a bit again, and just as she recovered I increased pressure and speed and started rubbing her clit with my thumb as I clung onto the side of her ass with my other hand.

She cried out and started shaking uncontrollably. She was cumming for the first time in our marriage.

She fell to her knees, and I could feel her pussy clenching rhythmically on my fingers.

As she came I took the thumb away and slowed my pace to a softer, soothing stroke. Then just stopped and kept my fingers in her pussy until she stopped shaking. She felt wonderfully wet, hot, and slippery.

As she recovered she was on her hands and knees in front of my chair. She didn’t make a move to cover up. She didn’t seem ashamed. Was my wife still there? I gently slid my fingers out and took my shirt off and wiped my fingers on it. I tossed it aside.

“Jill, are you OK?” I asked

She purred “I’m so good, but for some reason I just really want to know if you are OK, and what I can do to please you”

I wondered if the herb was affecting her in this way. I don’t feel any different, but to be honest I’m always feeling horny, and I’m always wondering how to please Jill sexually. Maybe it only switches off sexual repression. That can’t be bad, right? (Evil grin) Well, we are both in a safe space, and having fun, so I might as well enjoy this while it lasts.

I asked her, ”take my pants off.” And from her seat on the floor she reached up and undid my belt and button. I stood up as she pulled at the jeans until I stood there in my underwear.

“And the underwear” I said.

She bit the side of her lower lip and scrunched her brow as she lowered my shorts. This is truly bizarre, as she has seen me nude hundreds of times, and she normally looks at my naked body with the same look she gives the automated toll booth on the highway.

Jill glanced up in my eyes and asked feebly “what now?”

I sat down in the lounge chair and said “use your imagination”.

I’m not sure why I said that, but part of me was feeling a bit rapey. I wanted to make sure she still had some free will. I was not disappointed!

As I tilted the lounger back to the reclined position, Jill pulled my jeans and underwear over my feet. She pulled my socks off, then took my right foot in her hands tenderly. She inspected my foot closely, then brought her lips down and kissed the top of my foot.

She then paused for a minute, then placed another kiss on my foot, this one much wetter.

She then made a trail of wet kisses and gentle licks up my leg. She paused at my inner thigh and reached for my cock.

“No hands!” I said, and she pulled her hand away, and smiled up at me.

She said “That’s good, tell me if I do anything wrong. Punish me if I really screw up”.

She put her hands behind her back and brought her lips down to my thigh.

She brushed my thigh with her lips and tongue, then the same ever so lightly on my balls as she made her way to the other thigh. She planted a big wet kiss on my left thigh and another, and another making a line for my shaft.

I was rock hard and she was driving me nuts as she kissed the base of my cock.

1, 2 3 kisses up the side of my cock, and then she drew back and looked closely at it.

She sniffed it and moaned a little and looked in my eyes and sniffed again.

She looked back at my cock as she gave the underside a few flicks with her tongue.

Then she slowly put the head in her mouth, and just let it sit for a minute.

She opened her mouth and put more of the shaft in her mouth. The feeling of my wife’s thick lips closing over the shaft was other-worldly.

She started a rhythm with her mouth - pull out, open, down and close her lips over the base.

I was getting ready to cum when I realized I haven’t been issuing any orders! What a waste if I never get this opportunity again I will kick myself.

I said “go all the way down, then move your tongue side to side”.

She immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at me with puppy eyes.

She did as she was told, and when her tongue started moving I knew I wouldn’t take long.

I said “I’m going to cum in your mouth”, and she nodded while her head bobbed on my cock.

She switched between moving her tongue side to side and a sort of rolling motion that made me feel like my cock was being swallowed.

Her hands sprang from behind her back and braced her face against my pelvis as I began shooting gobs of cum in her mouth. I was afraid I was going to hurt her because I was thrusting my hips as I came hard.

As I regained my senses I looked down and said “don’t swallow it!”

She said “I already did! Did I do wrong?”

“No honey,” I said as I floated on a blissful warm cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. “You did awesome” .

As Jill settled her face in my lap she nuzzled my softening cock for a while, and then dozed with her face in my naked lap. I thought to myself ‘Oh, we have an interesting conversation coming tomorrow morning…’

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