MARRIAGE REVIVAL.

   A couple of years ago my husband and I went through one of those nasty
periods that come to most marriages: Everyday chores, too much work, to
much routine - it all got to us, and we forgot about each other.  Our
lovemaking dwindled and lost almost all its quality.  Passion was out,
predictability trundled its wide path through our jungle, and when we
finally realised what had happened we were on the brink of no return.

   I woke up one late evening at a party by some friends, and found that I
was so close fucking another guy.  At least I had come so far that his
hands were in my panties and my juices were running freely down my thighs.
Fortunately I cooled down and left the gazebo and returned to the party. 
Only to notice that my handsome husband was dancing quite a lot too close
to a not even very pretty girl.

   It took me a few minutes to sober up and realise, that this was not at
all what I wanted.  I didn't make much of a scene out of it, only I got
hold of Winston when he had finished squeezing all the air out of that
plumb blonde.

   "Would you mind very much to go home now?"

   "No, that would be all right with me.  You tired?"

   "Yeah, in a way.  At least tired of myself.  I want a talk with you."

   "Sure, dear.  Let's go home."

   We made our good-byes and got into the car.  I suddenly remembered
something I had read in a magazine.  A lot of people like to talk when they
are driving.  Seems to relax people, and the surroundings are not the same
old couch or kitchen table.

   "Please.  Couldn't we take a drive round the lake before we go home?"

   That drive is at least an hour, but on this moonlit night it should be
very beautiful.

   "Of course we can.  Just thought you were tired."

   "No, not really.  Just tired of myself - ...  and of us, I guess."

   Winston drove silently for a few minutes.  By now we had reached the
road that runs along the shoreline of the big lake.  The moon was mirrored
in the glassy surface, and all in all the sight was nearly too romantic.

   "Why are you tired of us?  And of yourself?"

   "Well.  I don't know how to begin.  Oh, yes.  I'll start about tonight.
About an hour ago I found myself in the gazebo with a stranger's hand in my
panties and my cunt dripping like a faucet.  And that is not at all what I
want.  What I really want is to have your hand in my panties to make my
cunt drip.  Just like you could do it twenty years ago.  Do you know what I
feel?"

   "I guess I do.  I was dancing with a fat-assed blonde, and even though I
shouldn't have looked twice at her just a few years ago, I felt my cock
rise to the occasion."

   "Yes, I noticed."

   "Were you jealous?  Is that why you wanted to get home?"

   "No.  That's the bad thing about it.  I wasn't even jealous.  I just
registered that you were making a fool out of yourself, just as I had done
in the gazebo.  Are you jealous that another guy could make me flood my
panties?"

   "I guess you're right.  I may be a little bit jealous that he could make
your juices flow.  Must have been a horny feeling."

   "Yes, it sure was.  Did you get excited about putting that fat erection
into your broad-assed blonde?"

   "Yes I did.  I can still feel the precum making my shorts damp."

   "And my panties are still wet.  Made wet by another guy's fingers."

   For a while we drove along in silence.  Winston had slowed down the
speed, and the silent humming of the engine filled the cabin, though it was
down to almost a whisper.

   I cleared my throat which seemed to be filled up with a large lump.

   "I guess that this is a situation where a lot of couples try to rekindle
the fires by allowing each other to do a bit of experimenting on the side.
But that is really not what I want."

   "It's the same for me", Winston said.  "You know, Alice, I've had these
lusts before, and I have had a few close ones, where I have only backed out
in the last moment."

   "What do YOU want, then?"

   "I don't know.  Well, of course I know.  But is it possible?  I'd love
for us feel the same passion we did years ago.  I'd love to have a hardon
all the way home from the office, just like I did then, because I was crazy
for a fuck in the kitchen or in the basement."

   "And I'd love to walk around half the afternoon with a sanitary napkin
in my panties, just so that you'd not be too confident when you got home
and found me wet all over and Little Johnny parked by the neighbours."

   "You did that?"

   "I was so crazy for your cock, and I wanted you to attack me and seduce
me.  But if I was all that wet you would know it, so I had the napkin keep
my pussy relatively dry.  And when I heard your car in the drive I pulled
it out and threw it in the bin."

   Three quarters of the way round the lake there is a shelf high above the
water.  Winston must have had the same feeling as I did.  He pulled off the
road and parked close to the edge.  We talked and talked for an hour or
more.  And got closer and closer to each other again.  I was very mellow
with happiness and hope for the future.  We promised each other to ease
down on the workload, to consciously spend more time together, make small
weekend trips - nothing spectacular, just to get out of the house a few
times.

   And Winston brought up an idea that later proved most beneficial: We are
no longer the people we were twenty years ago.  We'd have to learn about
each other again.  Each week we'd take turns bringing an erotic fantasy
into our bedroom.  And when I had brought in a fantasy, Winston would play
along for the whole week and excite me talking about it in bed.  And
visaversa, of course.  And that was, what it was supposed to be: Fantasies.
There would be no obligation to try and live them out.

   By now it was way past two o'clock.  There was absolutely no traffic on
the road, and we had the shelf all to ourselves.

   Suddenly Winston turned towards me, and his voice was hoarse and raspy:

   "I want to feel your panties made wet by another guy!"

   I was a little shocked at first, but not that surprised.

   "Be my guest", I said as I lifted my left leg up on the seat and lifted
my skirt to give him free access.

   His hand reached out and he pressed a couple of fingers against the wet
gusset.  Fortunately I was wearing my shiny, white silk panties, and the
moonlight was enough to show the dark patch where my cunt had leaked.

   "He sure made you wet, love.  Was it that good?"

   "I'll tell you, if you'll tell me how your cock felt against the
blonde's tummy."

   "OK, I will.  Put your hand down into your panties and show me what
happened."

   I slid my hand down across my flat belly and sneaked it down the
waistband.  I had never done anything like this, and the new sensations
added more juice to my already wet cunt.

   "We had been dancing on the terrace, and I could feel that he was horny.
He too had an erection pressing into MY belly.  Then he led me down to the
gazebo.  He stood behind me and I was facing the house as I felt one hand
on my breasts, and his right hand lift up my skirt and stroke my cunt on
the outside of my panties."

   "Were you getting wet?"

   "My cunt was fluttering.  It was I who took his hand in mine, and while
I held out the waistband with my left hand, I pushed his right hand down
into my panties."

   "Move your hand exactly like he did it!" Winston sounded hoarse and
horny like I only remembered from a long time ago.  I complied and moved my
hand just as Jonas had done.

   "Can you see, he frigged me completely different from the way you do
it?" I was moving two fingers in circles round and round my clit.  Winston
usually takes my clit between two fingers and moves them up and down.

   "It's sooo wild to see, and soooo wild to know, that you did it only a
couple of hours ago.  Tell me just a little bit more."

   "It's actually you who make me horny now, you bastard.  But I'll tell.
He smelled different, he felt different, and while he was bringing me to
the brink of coming all I could think of was, if his cock would feel
different too."

   I stopped my fingers.  I definitely didn't want to come now.  I wanted
to hear Winston's story.

   "I'm not going to do or say anything until you have told me about that
blonde!"

   I pulled my hand out of the panties but kept my thighs spread for
Winston to look at.

   "I just wanted to dance", he started.  "I asked the nearest person, and
she said yes.  When we were on the floor everything was normal for the
first tune.  Then a slow one came up, and suddenly I was very conscious,
that she was pressing those big, soft tits into my chest.  And a little
later I felt a soft belly and soft thighs pressed against me down there.I
didn't think the world of it in the beginning, but my cock turned out to
have a life of its own, and suddenly I was very much aware that I was
poking a stiff member into her soft belly."

   "What were you thinking?"

   "Nothing at all.  But she must have been thinking!  When she felt my
cock, she grabbed my hips and pressed her abdomen even tighter into mine.
And then she proceeded to wriggle a little from side to side to let that
soft belly massage my cock!  and that's when I started thinking."

   "Take out that stiff cock you've got in your pants now, and play with it
while you tell me more."

   Winston looked questioningly at me.  This was quite a bit out of
caracter for me.

   "Come on, chicken.  I played with mine for you to see."

   Quickly he whipped out a wonderful long and stiff erection and started
pulling his foreskin up and down on his cockhead.

   "I enjoyed her soft belly on my cock for a little while, and I wondered
how it would feel to lie on top of her soft body.  But then she got me
going.  She whispered into my ear that my cock felt wonderful against her
belly, but that she'd also love to feel it press into her bum, if she
turned round and danced with her back to me.  And that's just what she did.
She turned round in my arms and pressed that big arse against me, and I
could feel that I was poking in between those two, soft globes."

   By now I was really horny.  I lifted my ass from the carseat and pulled
off my panties.  They were dripping wet and smelled really pungent.  I
spread my legs again for Winston to see.

   "And what then?"

   "Then she turned round in my arms again and continued massaging my cock
with her belly.  She bit my earlobe and asked me if I wanted to try that
again.  I said yes, that she was very comfortable, but next time I would
want to feel her naked ass against me.  And do you know what she answered?"

   "No, " I panted.  By now my fingers were rubbing my clit again with
those circular movements.

   "She said, `sure'.  If you really want to, it's easy, because I have no
underwear.  If we find a dark corner in the garden you can lift up my skirt
and fuck me from behind as fast as you can do it."

   The image of Winston behind that fat, probably snow-white ass, combined
with the heat my long and skinny masturbator had raised in me, was just too
much.  I had to do something about it.

   "I can't wait till we get home, Winston.  Go on masturbating that pretty
cock while you think of your wide-assed dancer.  Come here: Kneel in front
of me and wank yourself all the way until you are going to come, and the
second you start ejaculating I want you to push it all the way up into my
cunt."

   There was a little rustle while we slid the seat back so Winston could
kneel between my thighs.  When he was right where I wanted him I said:

   "All right, love.  Now I'll masturbate for you, exactly the way Jonas
did it to me, and you bring yourself to explode, but remember: I want it
all inside me in just one push"

   Winston was groaning as he looked at my fingers imitating my infidelity
earlier that night, and his right hand was working like a piston.

   "I was so close to taking her down into the garden.  If you hadn't
returned I'd have done it, you know.  I was really horny to bury my cock in
all that soft flesh.  Oh, my God, I'm going to come, Alice.  I'm so close."

   I spread my legs a bit further and pulled my cunt completely open with
my two hands.

   "Then get ready to push it in.  Don't spill on the seat, but I will not
allow you more than just one push - no fucking.  Come, put your cockhead
against the entrance, and keep it up."

   It was a wild feeling when his hand hit my thighs and my cunt for the
last few strokes.  And then he suddenly pushed all the way in, and big, hot
spurts of semen hit the bottom of my cunt.  I resumed my own masturbation,
and then I groaned:

   "Oh, my God, Winston, his fingers are bringing me over the hill now. 
I'm cooommmiingg.  Eeeeeccchhh, oh damn you, it's good."

   My cunt was contracting wildly, and wave after wave of lust and
satisfaction overwhelmed me.

   "You're really squeezing me, you hot cunt.  It's the best ever.  I'm
still spurting into you."

   We collapsed, exhausted mentally and physically.

   We stayed like that, Winston buried in me, until the position was
getting uncomfortable for him.  Then he pulled out of me, moved his slacks
up where they were supposed to be, and took the seat behind the wheel.

   I put my legs down, but left my panties on the glove-shelf.

   "Let's get home, darling," I said.

   He started the engine and soon we were in our neighbourhood, and the
familiar sounds of the gravel in the drive, the turned off engine and the
sounds of us getting into the house reminded us that we were back where it
all started a few hours ago.

   I put my arms round Winston and kissed him.

   "Please, darling, let's not forget what we promised each other.  Let's
get those flames burning again, `cause it was so wonderful tonight."

   "I shall NOT forget," he promised me.

   "Let's go to bed.  I'm really tired now.  Tomorrow will be fantasy-day
number one.  Let's throw a coin to see who gets the honour of starting."

   It turned out to be Winston who was supposed to bring up a fantasy the
next evening.  He looked a bit apprehensive about it, but I said:

   "Come on, darling.  There is NO limit, and I promise I'll go along with
anything you come up with.  And you have got all day tomorrow, too, to come
up with something exciting."

   He smiled at me and kissed me back.

   "OK, love.  I'll bring up something.  Let's hit the sack."

   "Fine with me, I'm dying for a sleep.  By the way, maybe you'd like to
have these before I wash them."

   With that I handed him my soaked panties and quickly slipped off to bed.

   See, this was actually the opening of the story I wanted to write,
because I really wanted to tell about some of the fantasies, that we have
exploited over the last two years.  But I guess that the memory of that
evening set my juices flowing again, and it was a pleasure to relive it. 
But I'll go on with the real story.

   Of course some of those weeks were better than others.  Only two or
three were true bummers, that only kept us hot for a day or two, or not at
all.  Others were really difficult to leave after one week, but then we
changed the rules, and quite a few times we prolonged a fantasy with an
extra week.

   One of the memorable ones was about 5 months into our `new age' as we
called it.  The night it was my turn I had turned off all the light in our
bedroom.  When we were in bed, naked as we usually did by now, I hesitated
a little.

   "Come on, Winston said, I can hardly wait what you have for me tonight."

   "I had a strange dream a couple of weeks ago.  And I'd like to turn that
into a fantasy-week."

   "Come on - tell me."

   "Well.  I dreamt that I was walking home from a movie, and only a few
houses down the street I suddenly felt a man jump on me from behind.  He
held his hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes where he raped
me.  The thing that shocked me was, that when he was only halfway through I
was so horny I really didn't want him to stop.  Then I woke up, and my cunt
and my thighs were all wet and slippery.  That is my fantasy for this
week."

   Winston turned over to lie on his left side, supporting his head on his
hand, looking down on me.

   "That is a tough one, right out of the bag.  Sounds exciting, though. 
Just let me think a little while."

   "Of course.  You don't think it's too weird, do you?"

   "No.  Not at all.  I'm just contemplating what to do right now.  For the
next couple of days there is a lot of juicy possibilities that I'd love to
carry out."

   I could feel that he was getting ready to get out of the bed.

   "Just wait here for a few minutes, then I'll be back."

   I could hardly wait.  These few minutes before we started on a fantasy
were often very exciting.  Often the beholder of the fantasy would have to
start the `play', but on this one I had left all the initiative to Winston.
Already I could feel my clit twitching, and my nipples definitely didn't
hide, that I was highly aroused.  I heard him come up the stairs again, and
even if the bedroom was completely dark I could feel him stand right beside
the bed.

   "Wow.  That's a pretty little bitch, we've got here." He had changed his
voice into something deeper and more rough, and his accent was changed too.

   "I've better sample a taste of this dish before I empty her drawers."

   I let out a small cry and then I said:

   "Please, no.  Please leave me alone.  I shall not tell on you, you know.
Just take what you want and leave me be."

   "I'm sure going to take what I want, and what I want right now is for
you to shut up and spread your legs."

   "No, no", I cried.  "Oh, no.  Don't hurt me."

   Quickly he leaned over me on the bed, and a few seconds later my hands
were tied to the headrest, and he was trying to put a gag in my mouth.  The
smell was well known, and by the texture of it I guessed that it was the
panties I gave him after that party.  When he had secured them with a
handkerchief tied round my neck I could feel him join me on the bed.  With
his strong hands he ripped my nightgown off, tearing it to pieces.  When he
had pulled my panties off I felt his rough hands all over my body.

   "My, my.  What a lovely little housewife, we've got here.  I bet you
don't get enough from that lazy husband you've got.  Yeah.  I know he's out
of town."

   All the time he was mauling my breasts a lot harder than he used to do.
When he pinched my sensitive nipples I felt the pain like a flash in my
clit.  Now he pressed his body against mine, and for the first time I felt,
that he was fully dressed.

   "MMmmffffff.  Rrrrrggghhhhh." I tried to sound a protest through the
gag.

   "Now, that's not a way to treat a nice guy who's trying to give you some
joy.  I think you have better shut up and relax, `cause nothing you can do
is going to keep my fat cock away from your juicy little pussy."

   Winston's hands were getting the better of me.  He was still mauling my
breasts a lot harder than he normally does, and now he just pushed two
fingers up my cunt with no preliminaries.  Unfortunately I was already
sopping wet with the anticipation I had felt before I found the courage to
tell him my fantasy.  The feeling of being totally at his mercy was
ecstatic - but I'm sure it was only because I felt safe in the back of my
mind.  Had it been a real rape I'd have hated every second of it.

   "Now, that's a nice juicy, white pussy.  Ah really love the way my
fingers just slide in and out.  I think I have better put in another finger
to prepare you for this fat pole I'm going to push all the way up into you,
right from your pussy to your throat."

   And he did it!  I felt like dying, that's how horny I was.  He just
rammed yet another finger into me.  It felt so real like a complete
stranger that it sent fires all over my body, and to be tied up with no
means of escape was exhilarating.  By now he was pressing his body close to
mine, and by the metal buttons that were scraping my skin I could guess
that he was wearing the coverall he uses for gardening.

   He leaned over me to suckle on the breast he was massaging with his left
hand, while he was churning his three right-hand fingers in my cunt, and
right out of the blue a violent orgasm hit me with no preliminary warning.
It just exploded right out of nowhere, or maybe out of my brain, and washed
through my defenceless body.  God it was wonderful, and I moaned and tried
to cry out through the panties in my mouth.

   "Yeah, that's what I thought.  That lousy husband of your's doesn't know
how to keep you happy.  My God, little girl, you're dripping and coming
like a firecracker.  And I haven't even fucked you yet.  But I'm going to
do that now."

   I felt his fingers leave my heated cunt and then they started
unbuttoning the fly of his coveralls.

   "Spread your legs, cunt.  And lift them a little.  I want a nice,
co-operative fuck from you.  If you don't want to have your ass fucked to
pieces, you have better get that sloppy hole in motion, and I don't want
any resistance.  GOT IT ?"

   I shook my head `yes', and while he rolled his body on top of mine I
spread my legs wide open.

   "Lift them up, bitch.  I wanna hit bottom!"

   And lift them I did.  My cunt was boiling and my head was reeling with
the perversion of my lust for this `rape'.  When he pushed his cock all the
way into me in one hard push, I thought I was going to die.  I don't think
Winston ever fucked me with his clothes on.  My naked skin was burning as
the rough material of his coveralls grated my whole front, and the
brassbuttons of his fly was hitting my mons and they were hurting in the
most delicious way.  I don't think he fucked me for more than half a minute
before I started coming again.  The next few minutes felt like hours.  It
was one wild, continuous orgasm.  I think I passed out from the wild
cramps, but fortunately I came to again.  By then my legs had slumped down
on the mattress, but Winston had just put more weight on me as he was no
longer supporting his body on his arms.  The rough coverall made my skin
burn and glow, and as he was getting closer to his own orgasm he had
started mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples.

   "That's great, little white pussy.  I love it when you are coming round
my cock.  Now get ready, cunt, `cause I'm going to fill you up with a hell
of a lot of sticky sperm."

   I started coming again and I screamed my orgasm into the smelling
panties in my mouth.

   "Are you ready now, you fucking cunt?  I'm gonna fill you up, bitch, and
leave you tied here, so you sissy of a husband will have a filled up cunt
to suck clean.  Do you think he'll like that?  Ohhhh.  OOOOHHHHHHHH. 
YOU'RE A GREAT FUCK.  I'M COMMING.  LIE STILL AND FEEL MY SPUNK FILLING YOU
UP."

   That did it!  For the last time my cunt was spasming round his cock
while I felt it gush 8 or 10 times into me.  I really don't know how many,
because I passed out again from sheer lust.

   When I regained consciousness Winston had pulled out of me and was
standing beside the bed, and even in the darkness I could feel his eyes on
my fucked out body.

   "I'm going to leave now, and because you were such a good fuck I'll let
you keep your things.  But I'm leaving you tied up.  Can't have you call
the police right away.  When your husband comes home, don't tell him how
you enjoyed a real fuck.  Play the `poor, raped housewife'.  But make sure
he cleans you out.  You'll enjoy that!"

   Suddenly he was gone.  I heard him go downstairs, and there was some
rattling around.  For quite a long time nothing happened.  I have to admit
that I was getting horny again, waiting there, tied to the bed, my cunt
full, and the thought of Winston maybe doing what he had implied: Acting
the sissy husband licking out his `poor, raped wife'.

   Well, that's exactly what he did, and with my panties removed from my
mouth I yelled and screamed two more violent orgasms out into the darkness
of our bedroom.

   Winston showed a lot of initiative and imagination for the next week,
taking my fantasy to the limits, and even raping me in the lift in my
parent's apartment building.