It was another lazy Sunday morning. We had both woken up earlier, cuddled close, and then fell into a dreamy sleep. When I awoke again, I was spooning her, my hand on her breast, my growing cock wedged firmly against her ass.

Now that the kids had grown and moved out, this kind of lazy weekend lovemaking had become something of a ritual. As I pulled her closer, I reminded myself just how lucky we were. Many married couples lost their passion after only a few short years of marriage, yet after 22 years we were still going strong.

I lay there next to her, my hand softly caressing her breast in an effort to awaken her. I slid my hand across her stomach, down to her freshly shaven cunt. I cupped her mound in my hand, and slowly slid my finger in to her damp pussy. She was awakening now, and a gasp escaped her lips as her eyes slowly opened. She smiled and pushed back against me and moaned.

She turned to face me, and kissed me hard. Her tongue entered my mouth and now I was the one who was moaning. She rolled over on top of me and continued the wet sexy kiss. She pulled away and smiled. “Good morning handsome” she said. I kissed her and grabbed her ass playfully. Suddenly she got a rather concerned look on her face.

“Dave, I need to talk to you about something, and…well… now seems like as good a time as any”.

Now, after being married all this time, I think I know when my wife is trying to tell me something important. And anytime she says “I need to talk to you”, it usually has negative connotations. I could feel my manhood begin to lose it’s enthusiasm as a result. I swallowed hard and said “go on…”

She kissed me again, this time while opening her legs a little. I could feel her wetness on my wilting cock, which reversed the trend immediately.

“You know I love you right Dave? And I think the sex we have is absolutely wonderful.” At this point she kissed me again, this time with a whole lot of tongue. I grabbed her ass and reached one finger around to stroke her slit. She was going to have to make her point quick, as I was quickly losing any ability to concentrate on anything other than slipping my cock into her.

She broke the kiss, and said, “I’ve been thinking. And I want to try something that we have never tried before”. In the state I was in, I would have agreed to attempting sex with an uncooperative tiger in a phone booth. All I could do was nod and mumble something that sounded vaguely like “uh huh”.

“I have always been curious about eating another woman”.

I think I gasped - I am not sure. The shock was complete and total. She was far from being a prude, we had tired lots of stuff from oral to anal to toys, but the suggestion of her wanting to make love to another woman was totally unsuspected. And hot.

Then, as any self-respecting male would, I panicked. What if she was telling me she was gay? Wait – that couldn’t be it, she was laying on me naked, wet, and…did I mention she was wet?

She watched the expressions on my face as I did the mental exercises necessary to come to terms with her statement. She began to laugh. I smiled, and then started to laugh myself.

“You serious?” I asked.
“Yep” she said.
“And I could be there?”
“You would have to be there, or I wouldn’t try it!” She was laughing again.

I paused for a minute, then kissed her hard. This was too good to be true. If this was a lazy Sunday morning dream, I hoped I would never wake up. I rolled her over, slid into her, and we fucked hard and fast. God she felt good. She always did. I fell back asleep wondering what it was going to be like….

TO BE CONTINUED