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The Fifteen Year Awakening

By: exjock



Many thanks for an unbelievable degree of help from WestVACouple Who edited and made numerous suggestions to liven the tale and make it more readable and much more erotically vivid.

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Ellen and I were married in our sophomore year of College. We had dated throughout High School and ended up going to the same university with identical Photojournalism majors. We didn't have sex in high school, but we did a lot of heavy petting. As we went to college, the petting became more frequent. In our sophomore year, we finally decided that we had to have each other and carefully planned a weekend off-campus. We spent a few days in Brown County enjoying the beautiful fall colors and wandered through the quaint shops of Nashville, Indiana. 

We were both nervous. As the sun set over the southern Indiana hills, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed for our room. The evening turned out to be a disaster, we were both virgins and had no idea what to do, but we stumbled through. We had planned everything but protection, but in the heat of the moment decided to go all the way regardless. As you can imagine, a few weeks later Ellen found out that she was pregnant.

We considered our options, however, being in love, and both of us eventually wanting children ruled out abortion quickly. We did not tell our parents about the pregnancy, but decided to get married over Christmas Break. Just after our marriage, Ellen came down with a bad case of what we thought to be the flu, but turned out to be pneumonia. She was in the hospital for 6 days and miscarried during that time. We didn't have sex again for several months. Over those ensuing months, we decided we still wanted to have children. A few weeks later we began trying to get pregnant again. After two years without success, we went a doctor to seek help. Ellen and I underwent many tests before we found out that Ellen was unlikely to get pregnant again. The doctor went to great lengths explaining the medical terminology, but the net result was that Ellen would be unable to conceive. We were disappointed, but still wanted children, so we chose adoption. 

A year later our prayers were answered when we adopted a set of twins, a boy and a girl. Tragically, their father had been killed in the army and their mother died in a car accident a short time later. The children had become wards of the state as neither family had the means, or the time to raise two young children. We kept in contact with their natural family over the past twelve years, so Tommy and Suzanne now have a large and loving extended family.

We had sex about once a week. But it wasn't really that exciting; I would not want my wife doing anything with which made her uncomfortable. We loved to cuddle and hug afterward, and I love holding her naked body next to mine. My work was pretty much 8-5 Monday through Friday. This allowed us to do many family things on the weekends.

Ellen had kept in contact with several of her old high school friends over the years, as did I. We had many common friends mostly from working together on the yearbook staff. We were looking forward to attending our fifteenth high school reunion especially since we had missed our tenth because we were with my Dad in the hospital just before he died.

As the time for the reunion approached, we arranged for the twins to spend the week with their maternal grandparents. The kids were happy to spend time there, as they had been especially close, and they could always count on hearing stories about their birth mommy when she was a little girl. 

We booked our room in the hotel where the reunion was to be held and drove into Indianapolis on Thursday to do a little shopping. We chose the Fashion Mall in Keystone at the Crossing wanting something special for the reunion. We had pretty simple wardrobes since dress at my office was "business casual" and Ellen worked only part-time from home as an editor. 

Jerry and Maxine, friends of ours since high school decided to have a "yearbook staff" party on Saturday evening. We were excited because most of our best friends would be there. Maxine had called Ellen telling her to make sure to wear her sexiest dress. Ellen was hesitant to wear anything that revealed even the shape of her lovely figure. Ellen wore mostly clothing that draped a lot totally hiding her shape. To say she was conservative would be an understatement. I on the other hand, I thought she had a wonderful body. She stands 5'5' and weighs 115 lbs, her ass is round and high and she wears a full 34B that are firm, perky, with rosy pink puffy nipples that protrude almost a half an inch and beg to be sucked. With bright blue eyes and natural blond hair most men still tell me that she is a bombshell. It never really bothers me, that they think this, as she is my wife and I get to see her totally naked for our weekly love making sessions. We always spend a great deal of cuddle time after still totally naked. 

At the Fashion Mall, we found Abigail's Boutique. As we were walking in, I could tell by the look in her eyes that the clothing did not meet with my wife's conservative tastes. There were many beautiful choices but Ellen didn't really like anything she saw. A couple dresses I thought would be great, but she said were too revealing. We ended up with nothing. So Ellen called Maxine and asked for her help, explaining that she really had nothing to wear that even closely resembled sexy. Maxine insisted on taking her to Collection 94 the next day, where they could get a good outfit for the reunion and one for the party Saturday night.

The two of them returned around 3:00 p.m. I could see their trip had been successful as their arms were full of bags. Ellen said she bought four outfits and I was to help her choose which to wear. She slipped into the bathroom, changed, and returned wearing a very nice business suit. It was conservative, form fitting, which I liked, but an extremely smart outfit. 

"I don't think I would be able to bring myself to wear this one", Ellen said, as she emerged from the bathroom wearing the second dress. "But this is the one Maxine said I should wear to the reunion." I was very impressed. The top was cut low, showing plenty of cleavage, and was designed to be worn without a bra. It was simple and black with a hemline cut just above the knee. I loved the way it looked on her and begged her to wear it to the reunion. Ellen finally acquiesced.

The third dress was supposed to be for Saturday night, and I was sure Ellen picked it out. It was plain, cream colored with an open collar, draping over her body, with a hem line well below her knees. Maxine had signaled "thumbs down" from behind Ellen's back, and I quickly agreed.

With a sigh, Ellen turned, "I don't think I could be seen in public in the next outfit, but I'll try it on just for the two of you."

I sat patiently, sipping my coffee, when Ellen came out dressed in the next outfit. I spilled my coffee onto my lap in complete amazement. It was unbelievable. It was casual yet extremely sexy. If she wore that to the party none of our friends would recognize her. The pants were a light tan and tightly fitting her form, revealing her shape perfectly. The blouse was a beige semi sheer fabric that was revealing because it was also made to be worn without a bra. It had only two small buttons at the waist. Her nipples were almost visible through the fabric and when aroused would protrude to show their shape. If Ellen were to bend forward, I was sure the blouse would open giving others a clear view of her uncovered breasts.

"Ellen, it's time for the 'new you' to appear at my party tomorrow night." Maxine said. "You will be the center of attention, at least for the men. I'm sure they will be kicking themselves for not paying more attention to you in high school." Ellen's face flushed a bright red, obviously embarrassed. 

"I don't know," Ellen sighed and turned toward me.

"WOW!" I said, still stunned seeing her like this for the first time in my life. "Honey, that outfit is unbelievable! Please wear it to the party." 

Ellen rolled her eyes in frustration and turned back to Maxine. Finally, after a little more persuasion, Ellen reluctantly agreed to wear it. She still insisted she would be self-conscious all night.

We arrived at the reunion, a bit early, as is our custom. There were about a dozen people already there, and we wandered around to each greeting them. None of them had been on our close-friends list but we knew them all. As we made our way around the room, a voice came from the other side, "Ellen, is that you? The voice said, "My you haven't changed one bit." 

Ellen turned and noticed a man approaching, "Well, Hello," she said. The gentleman smiled.

"Peter?!" Ellen gasped, "My God, I almost didn't recognize you."

He laughed. The last time she had seen Peter, he was a gangly reporter for the yearbook staff, with a squeaky voice and kinky black hair. Reminding most everyone of the character Screech, from the television series, 'Saved by the Bell'. Now she stood before, a nice looking man.

Back in school, Peter had always been a gentleman. He was always available to help a friend in need, always very polite. Just by looking at him today, I knew that he was still that good person.

"Well, like I said, you have not changed one bit." Peter went on, "Did you know that I had a crush on you all through school."

"No," Ellen blushed.

"Yes, I did." Peter admitted, "I think it started in the 5th grade."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" questioned Ellen.

"Well, you and Michael were always so close, and I really never had the confidence back then."

"Peter, you are still the sweetest thing," Ellen said, taking his hands in hers, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

Peter blushed and looked slightly downward, "Ellen, do you think we could have a dance later?"

"I would love to dance with you Peter," Ellen quickly responded.

Still blushing, Peter smiled.

As people arrived, the room filled and the atmosphere became charged with the excitement of seeing old friends and acquaintances. We danced to several songs and had a few drinks. Neither of us are big drinkers, but we thought why not let our hair down a little tonight. Ellen got to have her dance with Peter. She later told me of Peter's crush on her back in school. So, I guess, tonight was the fulfillment of his enduring fantasy.

As the evening continued on we socialized with all of our friends, had a few more drinks and Ellen danced with several of our male classmates and guests. Most of which could not take their eyes off of her dress and her lovely body. We had a wonderful time. I also had an opportunity to catch up with Peter and I have to say, he had turned out to be a very nice man. He even asked my permission to have another dance with my wife.

Around 10:30 p.m. Ellen approached me, I could tell she was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and told me that Peter had asked her to dance again. I interrupted, "Honey, you don't need to ask my permission for anything this weekend." I paused, "Go out and have a good time."

Ellen smiled, gave me a hug and a small kiss then whispered in my ear, "You are the best husband." She turned and walked toward Peter, took him by the hand and led him to the dance floor. I, in turn, continued my conversation with Jerry.

The song ended and a slow song began, I turned and glanced toward the dance floor as a slow song began. Peter and Ellen looked at each other, as couples started filling the floor. He said something to her that I could not make out, she shook her head, and lifted her arms. He stepped forward and into an embrace, her hands wrapping around his shoulders, his around her waist. I continued, to watch as they slowly swayed to the music wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies as one, her head pressed against his chest.

The first song ended and another slow song began. They did not move but remained locked in their embrace. About a minute later, I noticed Ellen lift her head, smile and said something to Peter. They continued to talk throughout their dance. Then to my surprise, she lifted her body up onto her toes and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek. Her head retreated slightly and I could see Peter mouth the words, "Thank you." Ellen smiled, placed a hand behind Peters head again leaned forward and kissed him again on the lips. I was stunned as their kiss continued. I could see her tongue work its way into his mouth, and I could see his responding. My stomach lurched, but it didn't really bother me, but rather, I could tell that I was becoming aroused by watching them. They remained in their passionate embrace until the song ended, when they separated and both walked in different directions. 

As Ellen approached me, she could tell that I had been watching. Her face flushed with a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment. As she approached, I asked, "Did you have fun?"

She looked away, and nodded timidly.

"Well"

"Michael, I told him how much that I appreciated his compliments earlier. He told me that they were all true. He said that I was still as beautiful now as I was in school. He also said that you must be the luckiest man in the world." She paused, "And, I told him that I was the lucky one to have you in my life. Michael, you have been great to me."

"Ok"

As the song ended, I just had the urge to kiss him on the cheek, so I gave him a little peck. But as I pulled away and looked into his eyes and he thanked me, I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. Are you mad at me, Michael?"

"No, just the opposite, it actually aroused me watching you kiss Peter," I admitted.

Confused, "Really?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

A smile came over her face, "God Michael, he is such a good kisser." Ellen disclosed, "And a perfect gentleman."

Not knowing how to respond, I said, "Really."

"Mmmm..., yes he is," She purred. "Would you be mad if I did it again?"

"Again," I repeated, "Ellen this weekend just have fun, OK?"

"Ok," she smiled broadly, gave me a hug, kissed, and left.

About fifteen minutes later. She approached, took me by the arm and pulled me to a secluded corner. She said, "Michael, Peter and I are going to take a walk outside alone for about 15 minutes, alright?"

"Alright," I responded

She continued, "Peter is a really nice kisser, and I want to find a quiet secluded place where we can be alone." She paused, "to make out for a little bit. You know, just kissing and hugging, nothing else." She looked around the room, "Are you sure that you are Ok with this Michael?"

"Honey, I trust you, Go." I responded quickly. 

She smiled and left. I watched as she approached a waiting Peter, took his hand and walked out the door or the banquet room. I continued to socialize and danced with a couple women, enjoying their companionship, not to mention their fragrances. It amazed me as just how old some of the women in our class looked and they were only in their early thirties. Eventually, I lost track of time. 

I looked at my watch and the time read 11:45, the DJ announced the last dance and I looked around the room. Ellen had Peter had been gone for 45 minutes; I took a step toward the door, just as they entered hand in hand. Peter brought her back to me, handed her to me and kissed her lightly on the cheek; he thanked her for all of the attention, then turned and thanked me, shaking my hand. He was a very happy young man.

As the music ended, and people started milling around gathering their things, Ellen took my hand and pulled me to an empty table in the corner of the room. She said, "I can't believe that we just did this."

My mouth became dry as I noticed that my wife's hair was tousled and her top was uneven rumpled. "What?" I sputtered.

"You and I," She said, looking at me quizzically. "That you let me go off with Peter like that."

"Oh, yes," I caught myself, thinking the worse. "What happened, where did you go?" "Well, we walked outside and there just was no place dark or secluded enough so I took him up to our room." She said, looking for a reaction from my face. "We began to kiss, and like I said earlier, Peter is a great kisser. It just felt so comfortable that after about ten minutes; I took his hand and placed it in the 'V' neckline of my dress." She paused, looked around and hushed her voice. "You're not mad are you Michael?"

"No, go on," I insisted.

"Michael, he is such a gentleman, he caressed me ever so gently with his finger tips, never venturing below my neckline." She smiled as if reflecting. "I finally, I stopped him, and removed my top." Again, she paused, "Michael, he nearly passed out, as I took his hand and placed it over my breast." From there she explained how he massaged her bare breasts as they continued to kiss passionately. Eventually she said that she pushed his head down to her breasts and described how he kissing and sucking on her swollen nipples. I was so turned on at that moment that I could have ejaculated right then and there.

"But, Michael, nothing else happened. Peter was a true gentleman."

"Ok, I responded.

"Michael, can you ever forgive me for this?" She asked as she leaned forward and put her arms around me.

I placed my hand on the back of her head. "Ellen, there is nothing to forgive. It's not a problem and I was aroused at your description of your time with Peter."

She looked puzzled, but a little smile told me she liked hearing that I was aroused. She said, "We'll take care of that arousal when we are upstairs in our room."

Around 12:30 a.m. the party thinned out and our friends had left and we head back to our room. Ellen grabbed me as soon as we walked in the door pulled me close and kissed me passionately. She asked, "Are you still aroused?"

"I want to make love to you right now!" I responded.

"Then do it," she purred as she backed toward the bed.

I couldn't contain myself; this new side of Ellen was such a turn-on.

"Is that what you really want? To make love to me, or do you honestly just want to fuck my brains out?" Never in our marriage had I heard such words come out of her mouth, but I liked this new side of Ellen.

I lifted her top over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts, as she attacked my pants, tugging and pulling them down my legs. Soon we were both naked and pressed tightly in each others arms, kissing passionately. Lips that had only a short while ago, kissed only the second man in her life. I pushed her back on the bed, and lay down beside my wife. I sucked hard on her tits, not the usual gentle sucking, but I was going after them with abandon. She responded appropriately, breathing hard and moaning with pleasure. Her nipples were hard and protruding more than I ever remember seeing in the past. She was breathing heavy and stroking my cock as I sucked longer and harder than ever on her nipples. "Bite them." She demanded. I complied with her request as her body squirmed beneath me. "Bite them hard," She gasped again. I again complied.

"Honey, there is something I want to do that isn't a part of our usual..." I started.

"Do it Michael. Just do it!" She cut me off.

Immediately I dove down her body, my mouth feeling the warmth of her pussy. I ran my tongue over her clit, she moaned loudly. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and then again sucked on it. She continued to moan louder than before. I put two fingers in her dripping wet pussy as I licked and sucked feverishly on her clitoris. It only took a few minutes before I felt her breathing get heavy and she started with a low groan that built to a crescendo and then an explosion. She was gushing juices out of her pussy into my mouth and onto my hand. Her muscles convulsed, her body shook, and her groans turned to screams. As her orgasm subsided, Ellen sank down into the bed and I took the back of my hand and wiped it across my mouth.


The Fifteen Year Awakening Ch. 02



Readers, this is a follow-up to the original story, and takes things down the road to new discoveries. If you have not yet read the first story, this will stand on its own, but reading the original will shed a great deal of light on everything.

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The Fifteen Year Awakening 02

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Ellen shocked and surprised me with her fantasies and actions at our Fifteenth High School Reunion. We had both always thought of each other as extremely conservative in our views of sex, and for that matter in life. I never dreamed that Ellen harbored some of the same fantasies as I did. Always I had deterred to her old-fashioned nature to accept her dress, mannerisms, and love making since I was so deeply in love with her. Nothing mattered to me except her happiness, and I thought she was exactly the same way.

There had been times I awoke in the middle of the night having dreams about her being more adventurous, dressing a little more sexy, winking at a strange man as he looked at her. I dreamed of her skinny dipping with friends and even kissing one of her girlfriends after toweling off. I had even dreamed of her fucking another man while I watched. Never did I let even a hint of these thoughts enter our conversations. Ellen had always dressed in baggy clothes, totally hiding her lovely curves. She rarely wore a skirt that was even mid-calf. She wore flat shoes or two inch wide heels. Always a picture of a conservative loving wife.

At our Reunion, with the help of a friend from high school days, we unleashed some of the fantasies Ellen had harbored over the years. Maxine and I convinced Ellen to come out from behind the baggy clothes and dress in a sexy manner for the reunion and for Maxine's party the next night. Ellen was surprised by my wanting her to dress that way. Secretly, she had the desire to show off her sexy body for several years. She suppressed that desire out of love for me because that is what she thought I wanted and expected from her.

Now, at the reunion, then at Maxine and her husband Jerry's party, she had broken free of her inhibitions. It was like unleashing a fire that had been pent up for years. Ellen went far beyond even her own dreams. First at the Reunion, she dressed in a lovely, sexy dress and had danced with and made out with Peter, an old acquaintance from school. Then the next night at Maxine's party, she dressed so sexily she turned every head. Then to top it off, she snuck off, with my permission, to make out with Peter again. Later in the evening, we had all gotten into talking about sex and fantasies. When everyone looked at us, I lied, saying we were too straight laced to have fantasies like that. Ellen spoke up, with the help of more alcohol than usual for her, saying I should speak for myself. She announced that she had real fantasies, describing some of them and telling everyone about her two adventures with Peter. Then I asked her if one of her fantasies was to fuck someone else with me watching, and she blurted out "YES!"

That is when Maxine retrieved Peter from a nap in the guest room and Ellen and Peter put on a show for all of us. They fucked and she sucked him, then took him in her ass. When they finished, it drew applause and shouts from the group who witnessed the two of them. 

Later, she was full of remorse, feeling guilty for her actions. I assured her there was nothing she did without my blessing and permission, and that I loved watching her fuck Peter. Then I asked if she had any more pent-up fantasies that she would like to let me know about.

That is when she said, "Well, there is this other editor that I met on-line that also edits for the magazine," 

"Oh?" I asked, "What's his name?" 

"Rebecca" she smiled.

"Rebecca?" I was shocked again. "What fantasies do you have about this Rebecca?"

She turned beet-red and ducked her head to her chin. I smiled at her and encouraged her, "Ellen, after this weekend, I think we both learned we need not be embarrassed about our fantasies. Tell me about Rebecca."

"Well, we've talked by email and instant message mostly. It started when we were both working on the same story for different writers. We hit it off very well and found that we thought a lot alike in our editing styles." Ellen was beginning to relax a little. "Then when the stories were finished, we started just chatting about life in general. We discovered we loved many of the same authors, and artists. We liked much the same music." 

I could see her face beginning to redden a little again. I knew there was much more to it. I encouraged her saying, "Wow, Ellen, it sounds like the two of you have built quite a friendship. Tell me more about it. I think it's terrific!"

"Michael, promise you won't think badly of me for the things I'm going to tell you next. They are only fantasies, and we've only talked on the internet and the telephone. Rebecca and I have never met face to face, but she only lives about thirty miles away."

"Don't worry, Ellen, you know I love you unconditionally!"

"Rebecca is two years older than me. She is divorced. Her husband of twelve years ran off with a twenty-one year old girl from his work. She has been alone three years now and rarely dates. I don't know why, because she is beautiful!"

"How do you know she is beautiful?"

"We have exchanged pictures several times. She thinks you are a 'hunk' too. I've often told her that someday we need to meet."

"Is that all there is to tell?"

Hesitating, Ellen finally went on, "No, we've talked about our fantasies. I had to talk to someone, I was afraid to talk to you, fearing you'd throw me out and call me a slut for those thoughts. Now that we're opening up to each other, it is a load off my mind."

"So, tell me...No, show me her pictures."

"Okay, lets go to the den and get on the computer, they're stored there."

As we booted up the computer, Ellen leaned over and kissed me with such warmth that I felt it clear down to my toes. We stayed in the kiss for a couple of minutes. Then we looked back at the computer screen, and Ellen found the file of pictures. She set them up to show us a 'slide show'. As the first image appeared, I could see what Ellen meant by beauty. It was a natural wholesomeness that appeared. She wore little make-up, and has big brown eyes. The images went on to show her dressed in a business suit, very prim and proper, but it was obvious she was trim and fit. Then there was a shot in shorts and t-shirt with a volleyball in her hands. A few more pictures, then Ellen paused the show, saying, "I don't know if I should go further than this, some of the next ones are pretty revealing and I don't know how Rebecca would feel if she knew you'd be seeing them."

"I understand that, why don't you call her now and ask her...It might be a good time to introduce me!"

"Oh, I don't know that she'd be ready for that, let me just ask her if it is okay to show you those pictures. We can talk later about you joining the communications."

I agreed and Ellen picked up the phone hitting star-7 for a speed-dial of Rebecca's number. "Hello!" I heard Rebecca say to Ellen.

"Hi there kiddo, its me."

"Ellen! Good to hear your voice. So how was the reunion?"

"That's a long and good story, I'll fill you in later with all the details. Actually, Becca, I was calling to ask your permission for something."

"What? My permission for what?"

"To show Michael ALL of the pictures you sent me. He's seen the early ones already, but I know you sent the rest to me in confidence so I didn't want to betray your trust."

"Ellen! I wouldn't imagine that you would keep anything form Michael. He's your husband, and I just assumed he'd get to see them. Then maybe you'll send me a couple of those pictures of him you told me about."

Ellen blushed again. "Okay, Becca, I'll show him and someday soon I want you two to talk."

Rebecca chirped in, "Is he there now? Why not get him on the extension?"

"Good idea, hang on a minute." Ellen looked at me and said, "Go pick up the extension on the other desk, she wants to talk to you now!"

I quickly jumped over to the other desk and picked up the phone. "Rebecca, Glad to meet you! Ellen has told me a lot about you."

"Same to you Michael, just how much has she told you?"

Ellen quickly jumped in, "Not too much, but we'll change that right now if it's okay with you Becca."

"Ellen, you know I really want no secrets between you and Michael, that's not healthy for any marriage. I know you've hesitated telling Michael some of your fantasies, but it sounds like you two are opening a good line of communications now."

"Becca, before you go any further, this weekend I acted out some of my fantasies with Michael there."

"Which ones?"

"I got fucked in front of Michael and several of our friends. That's not all, but we can go into details later."

"So, how was it? Was it as good as you imagined?"

"Better! I ran into a man who had a crush on me since the fifth grade. We danced a little, we kissed a little, then we went off and made out a little, then the next night the same thing. Later in the evening, we all got to talking about fantasies, and our hostess brought Peter back out and I gave him a blow-job right there. Then he fucked me in the ass and filled me with his cum." Ellen was beet red again but she went on, "Michael was right there encouraging me the whole time."

"So, have you told him about any of our fantasies yet?"

"Not yet, but I will later, or we can talk about them now with him listening."

Ellen waived at me to come over to the computer. We switched phones and she went back to the other desk. "Now I'm going to start by showing him the rest of your pictures while we are all on the phone."

"Good place to start. Michael, don't be afraid to jump in with your comments anytime you want." Rebecca laughed a little, then said, "You are in for a treat, at least I hope it is a treat for you when we tell you of some of the things we'd talked about doing."

Ellen signaled me to hit the 'play' button on the computer. As I did, a picture of Rebecca in a tiny yellow bikini came on the screen, then several more views of her in that tiny bikini. When she reached behind herself and released the ties to the top, I gasped. "Who is taking these pictures?" I asked.

"Oh, the camera is on a tripod and set on automatic to snap a picture every five seconds. Neat set-up huh?"

The next picture showed her tits bare. I almost fell off my chair. They were spectacular. Her long light brown flowing hair framed these pointed b cup tits with areolas the size of silver dollars and big round cylinder nipples pointing right at me.

I hit pause on the slide show and commented, "Rebecca, those nipples almost sent me falling to the floor out of my chair. I don't know if I can stand to see more right now. Why don't the two of you just tell me some of these 'fantasies' you mentioned?"

Ellen jumped in saying, "I have a better idea, Becca, why don't you jump in your car and run over here next Friday after work, and we can sit and talk about everything and finally get to meet face to face?" Ellen smiled at me then said, "I know that once Michael has seen the rest of the pictures, he'll be anxious to meet you too. And, bring your bag to spend the weekend, we have a great guest bedroom. We'll get the kids to go over to their other grandparents next weekend."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.

"Great, next weekend it is then!" Rebecca then hung up the phone.

"Michael, go ahead and look at the rest of the pictures, then I'll tell you most of the fantasies Becca and I discussed. A few I'll save for next weekend, okay?"

"Okay."

Ellen reached down and pressed the play button again. The series of shots went on to show her totally naked, then playing with herself. I was wishing, out loud, that it was a video instead.

"Patience," Ellen chirped. "We have a video to watch too."

Ellen went to the file folder where the pics had been and opened a file named 'BeccaVid1'. It was set in Becca's bedroom, again the camera on a tripod, and Becca entered the frame already naked. She flopped on the bed and did a few stretches, leaving nothing of her body to the imagination. She reached into a drawer bedside and pulled out a long device with ridges on it and a strange tip. It had to be a vibrator or dildo of some sort. She reached to the bottom of it and twisted the dial. The strange tip began revolving and the ridges were moving too. She put the tip at her clit and immediately began wiggling. She next inserted the tip into her pussy, It was difficult to see it enter because her furry bush was hiding its treasures. After a minute you could hear Becca groaning and see her gyrations build in speed. Soon, she was wildly bouncing on the bed and let out a scream of pleasure as she obviously came hard.

"Why did Becca send this video and those pictures to you?" I quizzed Ellen.

"It has to do with our fantasies we shared. Do you want to stop looking now and just hear me describe them?"

"Yes, just tell me about them. Let's get comfortable, the kids will be home shortly anyway." We changed into sweats, our normal around the house attire. Then we went to the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. 

Ellen started by saying, "We only have about thirty minutes now before the kids get home, but we can talk more later when we're ready for bed. We can also talk more tomorrow since the kids have a science project to work on in the basement tomorrow evening."

Ellen paused and took a deep breath. "Michael, without this past weekend, I don't know if or when I'd have been able to share these things with you. I've wanted to for a long time, but I was afraid they'd upset you." 

"I understand, there are fantasies in the back of my mind I'll now be able to share with you, and I thought that would never happen before this weekend."

"Becca and I have become close confidantes as you can already tell. She's encouraged me to talk to you for a long time, but I was afraid of upsetting you. We first got past the point of talking about work when she called one day crying. She was frustrated that a guy she'd been out with four or five times broke it off because he decided to get married to his ex-girlfriend. We talked and I consoled her for two hours that day, and our relationship was forever changed."

"Want a drink?" I asked.

"How about some apple juice?" 

"Good, I'll get two."

Sitting back down, Ellen continued. "Becca and I first talked about her love life, or lack of it since the divorce. She told me of some of her longings and desires. To be held, stroked, touched and kissed. We next sent each other some basic pictures, mostly head shots, and I sent one of you in your jogging suit. She immediately told me I was lucky to have such a 'hot' husband."

"So, she thinks I'm 'hot', Huh? What does she propose doing about that?" I laughed.

"Shut up you pervert."

"Wait, who's the pervert here? This isn't my friend...Yet."

"Okay, so she thinks you're hot, and would love to try you out, with me there helping out...Good, now that is out in the open. But there is more. She first would love to have just me and her spend a little time together fooling around."

"Fooling around? Can you be a little more specific? Besides, I'm not at all sure about me getting involved at all in this stuff. It is all just fantasy so far, right?"

"Of course, darling, I told you we've only met online and on the phone, never face to face. The exact reason we've never met is because of you. I just didn't want to do anything of which you wouldn't approve and actually enjoy. This weekend with Peter just took me by surprise. You seemed so receptive to anything and everything, and I knew Peter would be no threat to you. I never dreamed it would go past the kissing stage. Certainly the last thing I expected was for you to be so encouraging and supportive. But, I guess I should have expected that. You are the perfect husband, and you always support anything and everything I've ever asked. I love you with all my heart!"

"Yes, my darling Ellen, in my eyes you're perfect and nothing you do could ever change that. You are my one true love, and will always be that." I was looking into her eyes and could see a look of peace there. 

"Okay, so do you want to hear it all? Then we can talk tomorrow night in depth. I want to hear your fantasies too. They are at least as important as mine, and to me, yours are more important."

"Yeah, we still have a few minutes before the kids are due. Tell me the rest, mine will wait until tomorrow evening."

"Becca and I have talked or fantasized about how we would touch, kiss, lick, suck, and fondle each other. We have both had orgasms on the phone just talking about it. Becca has had orgasms with me telling her what you would do to her. How you would touch her and lick her pussy, and fuck her in the ass...That's where the idea for Peter to fuck me in the ass originated. Becca and I have talked each other through anal sex with each of us using a vibrator or dildo to pleasure ourselves. That's why Peter was able to penetrate me so easily. I had been loosening it up for you, and the thing with Peter just happened this weekend."

"I didn't have a clue you even knew about dildos and vibrators, and now you're telling me you have one and have been using it?"

"Please don't be upset. I was just doing it to try to get ready for something I thought you'd enjoy,"

"No, Ellen, I'm not at all upset. I'm touched that you'd go to such lengths to try to do something for me."

"Oh, Michael, just kiss me!" Ellen said as she grabbed my neck. We embraced deeply, breathing hard and exploring each other's mouth with our tongues. We were deep in our embrace when we heard a voice say, "Get a room Mom and Dad!" It was Suzanne, our daughter. She and Tommy had just walked in the door. We jumped up and drew them into our arms and had a group hug! It was good to see them again.

"What's for dinner, we're starved." Tommy exclaimed.

"How about Pizza? We haven't even totally unpacked form our weekend yet."

"Neat-o!" Screamed the kids.

We called our favorite Pizza King and had a 'Giant Superworks' delivered. After dinner, the kids headed up to their rooms to unpack and we did the same. The next day at work was tough for me. I couldn't get the weekend's activities out of my mind and the conversations with Becca and Ellen were ringing in my head. 

That evening, we talked more, and the kids finished up their project. Tommy came back upstairs asking, "This weekend with Gramma and Grampa was great, but when will we get to see Gramma and Grampa Wilson?"

He couldn't have known we already had planned for that to happen the next weekend, but his timing was perfect. "How about next weekend?"

"Really? Great, Suzy and I were just wishing we'd see them soon."

"Good, we'll set it up! I know they've wanted to have you two over for several weeks now. I'll call them now." I was elated that things were working out so well.

Friday afternoon, I left work a little early to head home and get the kids over to the Wilson's for the weekend. Since they only live about thirty-five miles away, it was a quick trip and I was back home fifteen minutes before Rebecca arrived.

Ellen was dressed to kill. She was wearing the new suit she'd bought at Collection 94, and looked like a corporate executive. I ran upstairs to get a shower before Becca arrived. I donned my best black silk shirt and black slacks and came downstairs. I could hear their voices in the kitchen. Becca was animatedly telling Ellen about her week and how excited she was to finally get to meet us.

"Hi honey, this is Becca!" Ellen radiated with a huge smile.

"Hi Becca, it is really great to get to see you in person. The pictures really don't do you justice!" 




The Fifteen Year Awakening Ch. 02



"Michael, I must say the same goes for you." Rebecca smiled and teasingly licked her lips.

"Let's eat. I smelled Ellen's Chicken Provencal when I came back in the door!" 

We all sat quietly and enjoyed Ellen's meal. She's a great cook. As we finished the meal, I offered a Sambuca on the rocks and everyone accepted. We sat in the living room. No one was ready to speak first. Finally, Becca spoke up, "So, Ellen, where does Michael stand on the fantasies?"

"We didn't get that far. I told him about most of them, and we've had a busy week, but I'm sure he's had time to think about them." Ellen looked at me and I nodded in agreement. 

Becca chirped in, "Michael, can you tell us now how you feel about them? 

"Boy, that's really a loaded question. Can we talk about them one at a time?"

Ellen jumped in the conversation saying, "Yes, lets just take them one at a time. Good idea Michael."

They both looked at me as if to wait for me to get the conversation rolling. I thought a minute then spoke my piece, "This is all so new to me, I'm not sure what I think about a lot of it. I do know that I have no problem with the way the two of you have talked on the phone. I'm not really sure how I feel about participating myself, but if the two of you want to explore each other, I won't stand in your way."

Ellen asked, "Will you at least be in the room with us watching?" 

"It didn't bother me watching you and Peter, so I'm sure it won't bother me watching the two of you...That is if you want me to watch."

Rebecca and Ellen chimed in together, "Yes, we want you to watch!" Ellen continued, "And, if you feel like it at any time, we want you to join us."

Ellen got up and went over and sat on the edge of the chair Becca was occupying. She leaned over and kissed Becca softly on the lips. Becca welcomed Ellen's embrace and pulled her in closer, sliding her tongue into Ellen's open mouth. Their tongues flirted and flicked at each other, then their mouths locked together tightly.

"Let's take this up to the bedroom," Whispered Ellen.

We all strolled up the stairs to the master suite. Ellen unbuttoned her jacket and put it on a hanger. Becca loosened the buttons on her blouse and they came back together in a passionate embrace. Both women were moaning already and mostly were still fully dressed. I pulled up my comfortable reading chair next to the bed as they fell on the bed, locked in their embrace. Ellen's blouse was off next, followed by Becca's. They had their bras released immediately, and the two of them lay snuggled on the bed topless. Both were caressing each other's tits and softly kissing exposed skin anywhere they could reach. 

They just kissed and caressed for a few minutes and Ellen spoke up, "Becca, let's get out of the rest of these clothes and see how many times we can make each other cum!"

In a flash, they were both totally naked. Becca looked over at me asking. "Michael, are you sure this won't bother you? You know you can come up here and join us anytime you want."

I just sat there and watched as Ellen and Becca made passionate love to each other. Ellen turned Becca on her stomach and licked down her spine, pausing at her ass, then licking her rosebud with the tip of her tongue. Becca cried out at the touch of Ellen's tongue on her ass but pushed back toward her as if to say, "MORE!"

Ellen buried her tongue in Becca's ass, thrusting it in and out. She reached around and put two fingers in Becca's pussy. It only took about sixty seconds of that to have Becca screaming in ecstasy with her first orgasm of the night. Becca turned over and took Ellen in her arms and buried her face in Ellen's womanhood. Ellen was ready as she started bucking and humping immediately. Ellen reached a tumultuous climax within minutes.

Ellen jumped off the bed and came over to me with a soft, wet kiss. "Michael, will you come up here and fuck me please?" How could I refuse that?

As I stripped off my clothes and jumped on the bed, Ellen flipped around and took my hardening cock in her mouth. Just a few sucks, and it was up to full size. She begged me, "Fuck me now, Michael, fuck me hard and fast."

I entered her with an easy thrust. She was so wet, there was no resistance. After a few quick and hard thrusts, I could tell she was building quickly, so I slowed down. Ellen just moaned and wiggled around on the bed. As I continued, slowly fucking Ellen, I could tell it would not take long for me to explode. I slowed some more. As I slowed even more, I felt a hand on my back, too low to be Ellen. I just continued my slow pumping, and the hand stroked my back. Then it felt like a tongue on my ass cheeks, then searching for my asshole. As tongue found its mark, I exploded, filling Ellen with my cum. 

I fell off her and immediately Ellen took my cock back in her mouth. She was between my legs and had my balls in one hand and my cock filling her mouth with the other. My eyes were closed, and I felt two hands on my chest. Touching, tickling, and teasing my nipples. Then Becca's mouth took one of my nipples and sucked on it. I was back to full hard again. Ellen came up to my mouth and kissed it again, then asked, "Will you fuck Becca now?"

I was too far gone to refuse. Becca left me on my back and mounted me, facing me. She bent down to kiss me and I pursed my lips tight so she'd see I didn't want that. She quickly leaned down and whispered, "Will you suck on my nipples?" 

"Yeah," I mumbled back. She immediately pushed her right tit toward my mouth. I sucked the eraser hard nipple into my mouth. It looked hard, but was deliciously soft to my tongue. I sucked it in hard, then released it and she offered the other. It repeated the actions on alternating tits. As I fucked her and sucked on her tits, Ellen came up behind me and inserted a finger up my ass and one up Becca's ass. We both bucked at the feel of the intrusions. Ellen started to back off and we both yelped, "No, keep it up."

Becca came first, with a low, loud groan that built to a crescendo. That brought on my second orgasm and I filled her pussy with my cum. As I rolled over, Ellen dove in to lick my cum from Becca's pussy. The two of them made love for two more hours while I dozed in the chair. I felt a tug on my shoulder as they were waking me to go join them in the hot tub.

The hot tub felt great, and only served to relax me more. Somehow it energized the girls, and they were all over each other, touching and tickling, and pausing for some kissing. After about thirty minutes, we all went back inside. I begged off the activities telling them to enjoy each other and I headed for the guest room to nap a while.

About four o'clock in the morning, I felt a body snuggling up to me, then another on the other side. They were both kissing me to wake me up. Finally, when I was awake, they begged me to come back in the master bedroom with them so we could all snuggle up together and sleep. I could tell I was going to get no peace until I complied, so I rolled out of bed and walked down the hallway to our master suite. The lights were low, but I found the bed and flopped on my back. Immediately, they took hold of both of my arms and pulled them toward the headboard. I felt something soft around my wrists, then I could tell they were tying me to the bed. I was too tired to resist. They bound my wrists with some of Ellen's scarves and tied my feet to the foot with rope. 

There was to be no sleeping, so I asked what was going on. "Don't say a word!" Ellen warned.

I demanded to be told what was going on, and Ellen said I didn't heed her warning and stuffed her panties in my mouth and duct taped my mouth shut over them. Once I was secured to the point I could hardly move, they started licking and kissing all over my body. Then they were tickling with their fingertips and nails. Becca started tickling my scrotum with her nails. Ellen tickled my cock with her fingers, then her tongue. I was once again rock hard at attention. Ellen had Becca Fuck me first this time, and it took me only about five minutes to fill her with my cum. She held the cum in with her hand as Ellen helped her straddle my face. Ellen ripped the tape off my face and pulled her panties out. Then Becca sat on my mouth and drained all my cum into my mouth. Ellen immediately replaced Becca's pussy with her own mouth as she kissed me with her tongue searching out all the remaining cum for my mouth. The girls then released my bonds and snuggled up to me from both sides kissing me softly on the cheeks. We slept. 

It was mid-day before we awoke,. I was the first awake, but didn't want to move. I just enjoyed the two beautiful naked bodies snuggled into to my sides. Ellen woke next, saw my eyes open, leaned in kissed me and softly whispered, "Thank you my darling, I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are the best husband in the world."

Ellen rolled out of bed and signaled she was going to make coffee. Becca soon awoke, and she swung up on top of me and slid down to take my cock in her mouth. She had me hard in seconds, and I was feeling her tits. She rolled over and begged me, "Fuck me in the ass Michael, please fuck me in the ass."

I obliged her request, and had just deposited my load deep in her bowels when Ellen came in the room with a pot an three mugs for coffee. "Well, it looks like I missed something!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, it was nothing," Becca chuckled, "Michael just plugged a leak for me...In my ass."

Ellen smiled. We all smiled. We just enjoyed our coffee and all hopped in our two-person shower, all three of us together. We soaped each other off and rinsed well. We were in no hurry to get dressed, so we just lounged around most of the day naked. We walked through the living room naked, and through the kitchen. By evening, we jumped in the hot tub again, then a quick shower and we finally dressed for the day. The evenings activities were more relaxed. I think we all had our fill of sex for the weekend, so we just enjoyed each others company and talked. By the time I needed to leave for the Wilson's to get the kids, Becca was packed up and leaving for home, so, Ellen jumped in the car with me for the trip to the Wilson's.

Ellen talked mostly on our way to the Wilson's. "Michael, this was a wonderful weekend, in fact, two great weekends in a row. I have to thank you for letting me have those experiences, but truthfully, as exciting as they were, I don't think I want to repeat them. What these weekends did for me was to show me what a wonderful husband I have and show me how much I really want only him! Will you be upset if we don't do this again, at least not any time soon?"

"Ellen, you will find no argument from me on that point. I do hope there are some things from these two weekends we'll keep though."

"What things?"

"Ellen, we have learned we can talk to each other about anything and everything. We learned we have no shame with each other. We learned that it is fun to dress up a little once in a while and to be ourselves, not some conjured up person we think the other expects."

"Ohhhhh Michael! You really are the greatest! Now come here and kiss me!" 

As I bent over to kiss her, she giggled a little. Our lips met as we sat in the driveway at the Wilson's. There was a rap on the window, and a voice saying, "Mom and Dad, Get a room!" 

"We'll do just that as soon as we get home. Now both of you get in the car, we're anxious to get home." Ellen laughed.

"Mom and Dad, REALLY! You guys are too much. How can you still be google-eyed over each other after all these years of marriage?" Suzy was asking with amazement in her voice.

"Yeah, I don't get it. Most of our friends say their parents hardly talk to each other, and you two are always making out!" Tommy was equally amazed.

Then I spoke up, "Kids, your mom and I still are as deeply in love as we were the day we got married. The real secret is open communication. We aren't afraid to say anything on our mind to each other. It wasn't always that way, but we've learned that is the best way to keep a marriage really alive."

"Whatever!" Suzy exclaimed. "But I guess there must be some truth to what you say, 'cause you guys are always hanging on each other anymore. It seems like even more lately!"

Ellen spoke up, "Yes kids, even more lately. The longer we're married, the more we understand each other and the more we love each other. When you guys are ready for a relationship, we both hope you'll be as lucky as we've been."

Next it was my turn to speak up. "You know we dated through high school and into college. We got married as sophomores, but not for the right reasons. We avoided going 'all the way' through high school, but we decided at the start of our sophomore year in college to complete the sex act. Your mom got pregnant from our first encounter. We got married immediately, then she got sick. She ended up miscarrying and not being able to conceive after that. That's when we got lucky and found the two of you. We just hope we can keep open lines of communication so you guys don't make the same mistakes some of your friends are making. We know sex is a heavy topic at your age, and we want you to be able to talk to us when you have questions."

"Wow, that would be hard," Suzy quietly said. "What if we ... Well, you know, do it with a date, then wish we hadn't?"

Ellen smiled and looked Suzy in the eyes saying, "Of course, it is always better to wait, but I understand your dilemma, sometimes the pressures of the situation just overwhelm you, and you do something you later regret. Let me ask you a serious question, Suzy, have you already done something you wish you hadn't?"

"Well, sort of, but not all the way."

"Suzy, are you comfortable talking to us now with Tommy here?"

"Yeah, I guess, Tommy and me talk to each other a lot. We've been as much like best friends as we have brother and sister. We really don't have secrets from each other. I just hope I find a guy as sweet as my brother to spend my life with."

"Yeah," Tommy added, "Suzy and I both feel we are lucky to have each other. We do talk about everything."

Suzy spoke up next, "Mom, you know Brad, the guy I've seen a few times?"

"Yes, I know who you mean."

"Well, we kinda play around a little. You know, touching and kissing. Up till this year, when I turned eighteen, I never did anything more than tongue kissing. Brad is different. He and I are growing really close. His hands feel soooooo nice when they touch my tits and 'down there'. I'm afraid we'll get carried away, and I really don't want to get pregnant."

Ellen looked her in the eye and asked, "Suzy, do we need to get Doc Adams to start you on birth control?"

"Really? You'd do that for me? I know I'm just eighteen and a Senior in high school, but I think Brad is really special."

"I'll make an appointment tomorrow. We need to get this done before you end up pregnant. Can you wait until we get the pills started for you?" Ellen then looked at Tommy and said, "Tommy, how about you? Are you near the same situation with Carol?"

"Naw, Carol and me, well, we just pal around. I'm not sure I'm ready for a real girlfriend yet. Carol feels the same way so we hang around together so we don't get hit on by other guys and girls. Everyone thinks we are an 'item' so we're left alone."

"Good thinking," I chimed in.

"One more thing Suzy," Ellen's voice got serious, "You know we'd still rather you wait, at least until you're in college to go all the way, but we won't put you in jeopardy of getting pregnant."

"Thanks, Mom, I want to wait too, but it's hard when you start making out to stop. I'll not feel so much pressure knowing that if I slip, I won't end up pregnant like Sherry or Judy."

Two weeks later, Suzy had 'the pill' and was anxiously awaiting Brad to pick her up. When Brad arrived, He came in and we told them to be home by midnight. They left.

Ellen and I hoped we'd done the right thing, but we knew if we hadn't taken this step that it could easily lead to trouble. We also realized that with her on the pill, sex was more likely to happen sooner than later. All we could do was wait and see.

Tommy, on the other hand didn't seem to be a problem for the time being. He also told us he'd make sure Suzy told us if anything happened with her. 

Now we'll watch what happens over the next few months. But now, it was time for bed, and Ellen winked at me as she headed for our bedroom. As we hopped in bed, she leaned over to me, pulled my face to hers and kissed me with open mouth. She then whispered, "I have a few more fantasies we can try out next weekend. They are just things for the two of us to try...What do you say?"

I had to agree that fantasies can be fun, especially if it is just the two of us. My truth is that just being married to Ellen is my greatest fantasy!



The Fifteen Year Awakening



"Fuck me", she whispered.

"What?" 

"Just fuck me!" she sighed again. 

Having never heard my wife use that word before, I stared. "Fuck my pussy Michael!" she said again, grabbing me and pulling me too her. "Fuck it now!"

I positioned myself over my wife, Ellen spread her beautiful legs and I plunged. She gasped as my cock filled her. I pulled back slightly and plunged again. Once again, she gasped louder. I began stroking my cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Starting out slowly, I quickened my pace, faster and harder than I had ever fucked Ellen before. She continued to moan and thrust her hips forward meeting each stroke embedding my cock deeper into her aching pussy. I was not surprised that only after a few short minutes I was on the verge of shooting my load. A few more strokes and I did, filling her wanton cunt full of cum, before collapsing on top of my wife. We lay there catching our breath for several minutes. I rolled off my wife and took her in my arms; we just cuddled up together and fell asleep.

At about 4:00 a.m. I awoke to quite a surprise, I felt my wife's hand on my member, it was limp, but quickly began to spring back to life. She whispered, "Now it is your turn," as she started doing something she had always refused to do. She sank her head into my lap and took my cock into her warm mouth. She began licking and sucking my cock, and soon began bobbing her head up and down its length. The feeling was sheer pleasure, the feeling was intense. I watched as my conservative little wife, her mouth full of my cock, sucked it like I had always imagined. It didn't take too long before I released my load into her waiting mouth. She didn't know what to do so she swallowed some and the rest dribbled down her chin. She rested her head on my stomach for a moment, before crawling up and kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. For the first time in my life I tasted my own cum. Soon we were back to sleep in each other's arms.

Saturday we awoke late to a knock at the door, Jerry and Maxine had invited us to Brunch. We showered, dressed, and met them 30 minutes later in the coffee shop downstairs. From there we went to a new restaurant just off the "Circle." Maxine was excited about the party. She had spoken to most all of the old 'yearbook staff' and all confirmed they were coming. "Do you remember the reporter who was always seeking out information for our stories but was never in our meetings?"

"No," we replied in unison.

"Yes, you do. The tall skinny guy, with thick black hair, and wire rimmed glasses."

"Hmmm, No."

"Oh Ellen, you must remember him, he had a crush on you since grade school." She shot back. "His name is..."

"Peter." Ellen interrupted. Blushing at the mere mentioned of his name. 

"Yes, Peter, Thank you Ellen." Maxine replied. "He has agreed to act as our DJ for the evening. But,"

"But?" Ellen questioned quickly.

"But, he is no longer a tall, skinny kid with wire rimmed glasses, and dark kinky hair." She sighed. He really looks good now." 

Again, Ellen drifted off, remembering their dances last night and their time they spent in the room. Yes, he had changed, and so had she, she thought to herself.

Coming back to reality, Ellen glanced in my direction and gave me that, 'What should I do look?" I just shrugged my shoulders, and tilted my head to the side, as if it was no big deal. But, Maxine quickly changed the topic, "Are you going to wear that outfit tonight?

Relieved, Ellen said, "I have little choice since you have already told everyone about it."

We all laughed.

After we ate we walked around the "Circle." Ellen called home to check on the kids and I took a moment to glance through the newspaper. At around 1:00 p.m. we returned to our room, wanting to be rested up for the nights activities. We turned on the TV, laid down on the bed, but neither of us was interested in the program.

"Michael," Ellen broke our silence, "Were you really aroused by the thoughts of me making out with Peter last night?"

"It even surprised me as to how turned on it made me."

"What if something happens tonight at the party? She asked.

"Like what?"

"I might repeat the same thing with him tonight." She said, "If we can find a secluded place to sneak off too, I mean."

Still taken a little by surprise I told her, "If it makes you feel good, then you should just think of this weekend as a re-awakening of our sex life." I paused in thought, "Whatever you do, enjoy yourself."

Ellen sighed, as she rolled over and rested her arm across my chest. "And, you really like my outfit?" she purred.

"Ellen, if your outfit makes the other guys as horny as it makes me, then Peter may not be your only prize tonight."

She playfully slapped at my chest. "You're a pervert Michael!" she laughed

"Seriously, I get horny just thinking about other men looking at you in it and wanting you." 

She gave me a smile, and sighed, "Really?"

"Ellen, you are free to do whatever you want tonight, however, you have to promise to tell me all about it."

"I will," she assured me, but I doubt if anything happens more than last night.

We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

The alarm rang, waking us from our nap. Ellen took her shower first and I went in afterward. The hot water felt good running over my head, banging against my back. I washed, dried off, applied some cologne, and combed my hair. I wrapped a towel around my waist and started out, when I stopped short. Maxine was in the room, but she was just leaving. She had stopped by to drop off a pair of shoes for Ellen to wear. Maxine wears the same size shoe and had brought a couple pair by for Ellen to try. They decided the gold sequined shoes with five-inch spike heels would really set off the outfit. My mind raced with excitement, as I dressed, imagining my wife wearing those shoes.

The party started at 7:00 p.m. but we decided to be fashionable late, to ensure that we made an entrance. So, we left the hotel at 7:30 for the short drive to Carmel, where Jerry and Maxine lived. 

We arrived at their house a little after 8:00 p.m. We walked to the door. As we hit the first step, I turned Ellen around and said, "Have fun."

She smiled nervously, took a deep breath and said, "I'll try."

"You do look sexy tonight." I said.

"Thank you," Ellen replied and turned toward the door and pressed the bell.

Maxine opened the door, said hello, gave Ellen a hug, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I handed her a bottle of wine. As she left to put it on ice, you could see people's attention had turned toward nothing but Ellen. She was a striking figure in tan and beige with those five-inch gold heels and her blond hair up in a fashionable do with a few strings of hair fluttering down her neck. Everyone we saw couldn't believe it was her. The men had gathered around her trying to get a better look. Ellen wasn't used to this much attention, but she was obviously enjoying it.

We socialized with our friends, had a few drinks, and reminisced about old times. Peter was doing a wonderful job as DJ and he really kept the party going. Ellen danced with a few of the guys and she told me later that she was actually propositioned by a couple of them, laughing off their advances. There were only about thirty people at the party; half we went to school with, the others were spouses or their dates for the evening. It was a nice party. Occasionally, I would see Ellen talking to Peter as the songs, from our senior year, played on the stereo.

Around 10:30 p.m., I was talking to Bill and Tom, when Ellen approached me. "Excuse me guys," she said, as she pulled me to the side.

Ellen leaned in, "Peter is taking a break in a few minutes and he is going to meet me in the spare bedroom." She spoke softly in my ear.

I immediately felt a lump in my throat.

"I told Maxine that I had a little too much to drink and need to lie down for a few minutes," she said with a slight smile. "Maxine told me that the door locks from the inside, so I could have some privacy also."

I was a little aroused, but felt my first twinge of jealousy at the same time.

"Ellen, may I ask, why Peter of all people?" I asked.

"Because, he is truly a gentleman and treated me with respect last night" she said, "And, besides that he is a fabulous kisser." She also mentioned that she felt good giving him a little attention since he had a crush on her for so long. She gave me a small kiss, and said, "I'll see you in 20 minutes."

I went back to talking with the guys, but my mind was extremely distracted. I watched as Ellen walked across the room; Peter looked up and gave her a smile as she passed, before heading down the back hallway. A couple minutes later the music stopped and Peter announced that he was taking a short break. He too walked back the hallway.

I tried to keep occupied, as I talked to two women whose husbands were on their way to getting drunk. I glanced at my watch; it was 10:50 p.m. 'Ten minutes, I thought to myself.' I walked to the dining room and grabbed a bite to eat. I spoke with Maxine a minutes, but wasn't sure what she was saying. Again, I glanced at my watch 11:05 p.m. 'Twenty-five minutes. That twinge reappeared. I walked back into the living room, where I found Jerry looking through old pictures. I stopped and joined him finding a few pictures of Ellen and myself. Jerry and I talked, laughed, and recalled our younger days. I nearly forgot about the time, until their living room clock struck twelve midnight. I spun around and but did not see Ellen. I excused myself and set off toward the back hallway. I met Ellen walking toward me, adjusting her top as she walked. I said, "20 minutes?!" pointing at my watch.

"I know." She sighed.

"What?"

"Let's go somewhere to talk." She said, as she grabbed a drink from the table. 

We went outside and walked around the house to the back yard. There was a porch swing there and we took a seat. It was a warm evening, and the smell of wild flowers filled the air. Ellen leaned over, "I want to tell you what happened."

"What happened to 20 minutes?"

'Yes, I know." She said, "He is such a good and sexy kisser, I just didn't want to stop."

"Ok?" I asked, "So is kissing all that you two did?"

She hesitated at first, and then said, "Michael, kissing wasn't all that happened." She continued, "I will give you all the details, but I want you to know he was a perfect gentleman. He never pushed me to go beyond the boundaries I set."

"Alright" I said softly.

"Is the idea of me fooling around arousing to you Michael?" She asked as she placed her hand on my knee and slid it up my leg, coming to rest on my bulging crotch.

"It is," she smiled. She went on to say, "Well, we just kissed for the first few minutes, then I lifted my blouse over my head giving him free access to my bare tits." Looking at me reaction, she continued "He again kissed, licked them, and sucked on them for several minutes before I told him that I want to go further."

My heart nearly stopped hearing those words, "What did he do?" I asked, my voice quivering. 

"Being the gentleman he is, he asked about you and if I was sure I wanted anything more." She paused, and then continued, "That is when I told him what I really wanted was to have him fuck me, but I wasn't sure I should go that far." She paused and looked to me for reassurance.

I reminded her of what I had told her earlier about this weekend and doing what she wanted.

She took a breath and continued, "Michael, I removed my pants and let him play with my pussy as we kissed passionately." She continued, "He then kissed down my stomach, licking his way down to my blond bush, and then he was licking and sucking on my clit. He put two fingers in me, wildly thrusting them in and out." She blushed a little continuing, "Michael, at that point I erupted in a wet orgasm." I was nearly gasping for air just hearing her description of events. Next, she said, "I began fondling his dick and I continued giving him a hand job until he came all over my tits." She went on to say, "I just didn't feel like going any farther with Peter, and he readily accepted it with no argument."

My mind continued to race, as I imagined my beautiful wife with another man, being fondled and responding to his touch. After a couple minutes, I asked, "Ellen, what changed your mind about wanting to get fucked by Peter?"

She said, "I really hadn't changed my mind about getting fucked. But, I decided to wait until we got back to our room." She gave me a knowing grin and purred, "Then I'll fuck you all night." This language was totally out of character for both of us, so I guess the alcohol had taken its toll.

By the time we came back in the house several people had already left. There were only eight of us remaining, and Maxine said it was time for a few games. We played trivial pursuit for a while but it was too boring and some of us were too drunk. Maxine brought out several other board games and most seemed just too meaningless. Finally she pulled out a game called "Adam & Eve". It was labeled as an "Adult Party Game" and Maxine asked if anyone was feeling a little daring. The game is played with dice and cards. Participants go around the circle taking their turns by moving game pieces on a board and drawing from various card piles and doing what the space or card directs. Some tasks are simple; others may require some mild physical contact with another player, while others may direct you to lose some clothes.

Rick and his date Gloria were the first to chime, "We're in."

Followed closely by Sally and her husband Jacque, leaving only Ellen and myself. I wasn't going to be the party pooper so I looked at Ellen and said "I'm game if you are."

Ellen looked around the room and said, "What the heck, were all friends, I'm in too."

The game started innocently enough with people taking the directions from the spaces rather than the more risqué cards. Some people had to whisper sweet nothings into the person to their left's ear; others had to take a shot. Marge had to nibble on Jacque's neck and Sally had to describe in detail her first time. The game continued and drinks flowed, everyone began to loosen up. Finally, Maxine pulled a card to describe her most erotic sexual fantasy. Maxine thought for a moment and said, "I really don't have any sexual fantasies, Jerry is all the man that I need."

"Ah, Bullshit," said Rick

"Everyone has a secret fantasy," said Gloria.

"Yeah," said Jacque.

"Seriously, I don't," continued Maxine as everyone rolled their eyes and snickered.

Finally, Sally spoke up, "My fantasy is to be taken by three or four men at once." The room became silent. "Yeah, sometimes while Jacque and I are making love we talk about our fantasies," she said. "We close our eyes and imagine strange hands and several cocks all around me. Sometimes we even add in a dildo or two."

Rick asked, "Is that really fulfilling?"

"Well, it's fun and erotic," Sally responded with a smile. "But, I don't think I could ever do it.

Gloria then admitted that Rick's fantasy was to watch her with another woman. "Yeah, like that will ever happen," Rick said, as the room burst into laughter.

Maxine then turned to Ellen and myself and asked, "OK you two spill it."

We looked at each other, and then I spoke up, "I think we are just too straight laced to have fantasies like that."

Ellen chuckled, "Speak for yourself Michael. I want to be fucked by another man while you watch. I want you to watch your little slut in action." 

My jaw nearly hit the floor. You could have heard a pin drop as all eyes turned to Ellen.

Maxine broke the silence, "Do you really think you could do something like that in front of your husband Ellen?"

"Yes, I do." She said confidently. And, she went on to describe the game we had been playing with Peter last night and tonight.

Again the room fell silent; all eyes were focused on us.

Maxine stood up, looked directly at me and asked, "And you would be ok with this Michael?"

"If Ellen wants to play out a fantasy, I am all for it. I love my wife very much, so I'll let her do anything she feels comfortable doing." I still couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth.

Just then, Maxine turned and walked out of the room. She returned a short time later with Peter in tow. "Guess who is spending the night in our guest bedroom," she said with a smile. Peter looked confused.

Maxine went on to describe Ellen's sexual fantasy to Peter. "She even mentioned you by name Peter."

He blushed, but soon broke into a smile, when he looked into Ellen's eyes.

Ellen placed her hand on my leg and pushed herself up off the floor. She gave me a coy smile, turned and walked over to Peter.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked.

"Yes!" said Ellen as she put her arms around Peter pulled him close and kissed him passionately. Their bodies' now one, all eyes transfixed upon them.

After a few seconds Ellen broke their embrace, she reached down, grasping the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head tossing it aside on the floor. She placed her thumbs inside of her waistline and slowly pushed her pants down, over her thighs, past her knees, and onto the floor. I was taken aback to see that Ellen had not worn any panties to the party this evening. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side also. Wearing only her 5 inch heals she again stepped forward and embraced Peter. They kissed more passionately than before. His right hand reaching around and rubbing the side of her bare breasts as they wrestled their tongues between their hot lips.

Again Ellen stopped; reached forward and began to unbutton Peter's shirt. As she unfastened the last button, his shirt fell open and Ellen pushed it back over his shoulders and he let it fall softly to the floor. She then reached down and unbuckled, then unfastened his pants letting them too fall to the floor. She then turned and asked Maxine if they had something soft to put on the floor. Jerry immediately pulled the cushion off the futon in the corner and threw it on the floor in the center of the room.

Ellen once again looked in my direction; she gave me a wink and licked her lips. She then laid down on the futon cushion and said, "Peter, fuck me like you wanted to in the bedroom earlier."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked.

"Fuck me." Ellen purred.

Then Peter looked at me, "Are you sure Michael?"

"Yes Peter." I replied, "Fuck my wife."

Peter wiggled out of his boxer shorts revealing a nice sized 7" cock. 

Again, the room was still silent; all eyes were on Ellen and Peter as he lay down beside her. They fell into a deep embrace, Peter fondling and caressing her body from every angle. He slowly moved down to her rock hard nipples and sucked them hard and fast. She was moaning constantly as she yielded to his touch.

He brought his head up and gave her another deep wet kiss. She kissed his lips, then his neck, working her way over his chest. His body quaked as she ran her tongue over his tight abdomen. She worked her way down ran her tongue the length of Peter's swollen cock. He gasped for air. Ellen again looked in my direction, our eyes met, as she kissed the tip of his cock. With eyes still locked she slipped his head between her lips. He moaned louder. She continued to take his head in and out of her mouth; each time taking it a little deeper until I was sure that she was going to gag. His breathing quickened, as Ellen began to bob her head up and down the length of his throbbing saliva glistening shaft. It was only about a minute later, when Peter let out a loud groan, and began gasping for breath. His back arched, Ellen squeezed the base of his cock with her hand, pumping hard, as she continued to bob her head faster and faster. "I'm,,, going,,, to,,, cum..." he groaned, as the first wave of orgasm hit his body. He tensed; his muscles began to spasm uncontrollably, as Ellen did not slow down. He shot a full load of cum into her waiting mouth. She took in every drop before releasing his cock from between her lips, again looking up at me, as she swallowed.




The Fifteen Year Awakening



She continued to work on Peter's cock, even as he labored hard to catch his breath. She fondled his balls and inserted the tip of her index finger into his tight asshole. We all watched, as if in slow-motion Peter's cock sprang back to life. Ellen then mounted it with her pussy and moaned as it slid easily into her vagina all the way to his balls. She pushed herself up and slid back onto it again. She leaned forward, her nipples gently grazing his chest as she rolled her hips forward and back, forward and back...

Finally able to breathe, Peter rolled Ellen over onto her back. Her legs spread and his cock at the ready. He pulled her legs up and over his shoulders so he could give her maximum penetration. He plunged his cock into my wife's waiting pussy in one hard thrust. She let out a muffled scream then bit her lower lip as he pulled out and did it again. He pushed in and out, slowly at first, but gradually building speed. You could hear his scrotum slapping out the rhythm on her ass. Now Ellen was the one gasping for air and moaning wildly. Ellen loved every minute of it, her toes curled, her muscles quivered as she came to a tumultuous crescendo, letting out a series of uncontrolled scream of pleasure loud enough to awaken the neighbors. She didn't come down quickly but kept bucking wildly under his force. He was building up for another climax when she said, "Peter, fuck my ass."

I nearly fell over. She had never said anything like that before. We had never even discussed anal sex before.

"Fuck my ass Peter," she begged again.

Peter stopped, looked at me.

"Now Peter!" She demanded, "I want you to fuck me in the ass and fill my bowels with you're cum."

Peter wasted no time rolling her over and going down to lick her shriveled asshole with his tongue.

Maxine stood up and ran to her bedroom, returning in only a few seconds with a tube of KY jelly. She tossed the tube onto the mattress. Peter opened the tube, put the jelly on the tips of his penis, and lubed Ellen's tight asshole.

As I looked around the, Jacque was massaging his erection through his pants as Sally continued to watch the action. Rick had his hand inside of Gloria's pants massaging her clit, as she pumped feverishly on his swollen cock with her hand. Jerry had his cock out and in hand stroking it as he observed.

Peter then squirted the jelly into my wife's ass and massaged it all around the outside. He then lined her up on her stomach with a pillow under her belly to elevate her ass to make it more accessible. He put the head of his cock against her asshole and pushed gently. 

"Ahhh... she cried out, "It hurts."

"I'm sorry" he uttered as he pulled out.

"No, fuck my ass Peter," Ellen repeated.

Peter objected, "I don't want to hurt you." 

"You'd better fuck my ass right now," she growled, "if you ever want to fuck me again!"

He tried to be as gentle as possible, but she was crying so he backed off a little. She screamed out again for him not to stop. 

She yelled "Punish my asshole and pound it into me there"! 

Again, Peter placed the head of his cock against her asshole and pushed. And again, Ellen screamed out in pain. "Aaaaaahhh... Don't stop, don't stop." she panted as Peter gently pushed his cock in further. He retreated slightly and pushed again, sliding in just a little further. He repeated his thrust, to more screams of pain. Deeper and deeper, Peter pushed his cock until finally he buried all 7 inches into her ass. Her pain quickly turned to pleasure as each thrust became more fluid, obviously bringing both to new heights of ecstasy.

I could see my wife's face as Peter continued to pound his cock into her ass. Her eyes squinted, she bit her lower lip, her face flushed, pants of delight emitted from her throat. As she approached climax, she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine, smiled slightly, then gasped hard. She exploded in orgasm, screaming at the top of her lung, "FUCK YES... PETER... Ohhhhhh, Fuck Me... Fuck Me... Fuck Me... Ohhhh, Yes, Yes, Yes..." Her body trembling as she attempted to regain balance. This also had an effect on Peter, as he too was grunting hard, as he filled Ellen's bowels with jets of hot cum. Once he empted his load, he pumped slowly a few times as his erection subsided and finally dropped out of her ass. They rolled over in a warm embrace and Ellen asked Peter "was that worth the wait?"

Peter smiled, "It was more than I ever dreamed." 

Ellen gave him a smile and said, "Well, the next reunion is only five years away".

Peter laughed, as he collapsed beside of my wife on the futon pad. Everyone broke into applause, including me. It was a show we all truly enjoyed. Ellen, her skin a bright rosy red from, smiled with an exhausted look on her face. She rolled over, gave Peter a quick kiss, before gathering her clothes and walking into the bathroom.

She emerged about 10 minutes later, dressed and smiling. I was totally sober by this time as I made my way to her. I put my arms around her; she wrapped me tightly in hers. With her head against my shoulder I whispered how much I loved her into her ear. She turned and said, "I love you too" just before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

We thanked Jerry and Maxine for the party, told them that we would call them tomorrow and left. In the car, Ellen sank into the passenger's seat, her energy gone. She reached over took my hand and placed it into hers, she gave me a smile then stared out the window ahead. We didn't speak during the drive back to the motel.

Still exhausted when we arrived at the hotel, I put my arm around Ellen's waist and helped her up to our room. As we walked inside, Ellen again gave me a kiss, and asked if I would mind if she just went to bed. I returned her kiss, and said, "Anything you want dear, you earned it." She gave me a smile, changed her clothes and went to bed. We snuggled, but only took a few minutes before Ellen was sound asleep.

The next morning I woke up at 10:00 a.m. to the smell of coffee brewing. I sat up, looked around and within seconds I could tell by the look in my wife's eyes that she had been crying. She sat down on the bed beside of me as I asked, "What wrong?"

She began to cry again, "Michael, can you ever forgive me for last night."

"Forgive you?" I asked, "For what?"

I reached over and placed my arm around her shoulder, as she said "I had almost no sleep because of what I did last night."

I pulled her closer, "Ellen, sweetheart, there isn't anything to forgive, you did nothing I didn't give you permission to do and I had really enjoyed the show as did everyone else."

She continued to cry even harder, "But I did things with him last night that we have never done before." She said, "How can you live with that?" 

"Did you do anything with him, last night that you wouldn't do with me in the future?" I asked. 

"Oh, no," she responded quickly, "I want to do EVERYTHING with you Michael." 

I smiled at my beautiful wife and she smiled back at me. I gave her a kiss that quickly turned passionate. We broke and I asked, "So are there any other fantasies that you have harbored over these last 15 years?"

"Well, there is this other editor that I have met on-line that also edits for the magazine," she smiled.

"Oh?" I asked, "What's his name?" 

"Rebecca" she smiled.