30 Days of Firing Up Romance: Her Story

Amazing... simply amazing.

I'd definitely buy a copy as well, and get some for my girlfriends as well.

I dont know about publication, but I am grateful to you all for your comments and feedback. When it is done I will be happy to email completed printable copies to anyone who wishes for a copy.

Thank you all for reading and commenting

RB and LS

Good Morning RB

I am getting addicted to something and waiting for Day 14 - I can't wait

Day 14

The kids got back from their evening with Diane around 11. She had winked at Abbey from the front seat of the minivan after taking in the disheveled hair and thrown on sweatpants and t-shirt. “Having fun?” she asked.

Abbey blushed, they had still been naked feeding each other pasta in bed when the phone rang letting them know Diane was almost back with the kids.

Good thing she had called because both of them had lost track of the time.

Robert had indeed been mesmerized by her smooth sex. He kept looking, staring really as if it was the first time he had ever seen her naked. Even while they had been fucking, he kept looking down to watch his cock slide between her smooth lips. She had to admit she had really liked seeing that too.

This morning everyone was grumpy from being up late and getting up early to do the weekend rush to activities. It was great to not have to worry about catching up on the housework. Not only was the house clean, but all the beds were changed with fresh sheets, the laundry was all finished and folded and even her refrigerator was sparkling on the inside. That was a chore she always put off until it was long overdue. She hoped that Robert hadn’t strained their budget too much and felt a twinge of guilt at such expenses just for her. “Sometimes it sucks being a woman where you have to hear your mother’s voice and self critique almost everything; that you have to fret selfish things even when you love it.” Abbey thought to herself, but quickly let go as kids were bustled to get ready and get moving so they wouldn’t be late to the soccer match.

The rest of the day was pretty much a blur of activities. Kid’s games, grocery shopping, running to the mall to get a birthday present for Diana’s daughter’s birthday. Abbey was supposed to make a cake for her tomorrow and the girls were going to have a sleep over.

By the time dinner rolled around everyone was tired and ready for sitting around and watching a movie. Robert pulled her into his arms and the kids sat on the floor while they all watched a funny movie.

As she sat there Abbey realized that they were touching much more. Not just sex, but all day long Robert had held her hand, or hugged her, or wrapped his arm around her—he even patted her butt on the way back to the car from the grocery store. The touching was good. And the compliments too, he seemed to be telling her what he thought more. Not just that she was “hot,” which was nice to hear even if hard to take, but that she “looked pretty today,” or “those jeans look great on you,” Robert just seemed to be paying more attention. She liked it and snuggled back into his arms.

The movie was soon over and kids were asleep on their feet as they staggered off to bed, only having to be reminded to brush their teeth twice.

Abbey wasn’t tired. The idea of being back in bed with her husband seemed to rev up her sex drive.

They had just snuggled in together; Abbey was naked with her back against his stomach. She could feel that he was aroused. The item for today was what she thought of as a bit “slutty.”

“Rob?” she whispered.

“Yes, sweets” he said nuzzling her neck and kissing her.

“Rob. . .” she started again, uncertain how to tell him what she wanted without feeling uncomfortable saying it.

“What is it?” he answered, concern creeping into his voice.

Abbey gulped in a breath and blurted out “Rob, I want you to slide your cock between my breasts and cum on my nipples.” There she had gotten it out. Abbey held her breath waiting for something, but not certain what she was waiting for.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!, Really?, I mean you really want to let me do that?” Robert was practically quivering with anticipation—his voice deeper and immediately husky with lust. Abbey could have sworn his cock actually hardened significantly in s few seconds.

Maybe she shouldn’t have been so uncertain or afraid of his reaction.

Robert gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her with such passion and desire that Abbey thought she might actually cum just from his kisses.

Sure it still felt a bit “slutty,” but pushing at that boundary had worked out pretty damn good so far. She sure liked the way it worked out tonight, even if it was really fast again. Robert did grab their new toy from the night stand and persuade her through a delicious orgasm while he gently teased her nipple, still slippery and warm from his cum.

Later, after washing off together in the shower Rob stood there holding her in his arms. Just standing in the warm water, both relaxed and comfortable.

"I just love you so damned much" Rob whispered into her hair. "How did I ever do anything to deserve you." He squeezed her against his chest.

Abbey couldnt answer. She would have cried, and men almost never got that sometimes thats a good thing; so she just squeezed back and wished she could pull herself inside him.

She didnt feel slutty at all.

another great entry. thank you

As she sat there Abbey realized that they were touching much more. Not just sex, but all day long Robert had held her hand, or hugged her, or wrapped his arm around her—he even patted her but on the way back to the car from the grocery store. The touching was good. And the compliments too, he seemed to be telling her what he thought more. Not just that she was “hot,” which was nice to hear even if hard to take, but that she “looked pretty today,” or “those jeans look great on you,” Robert just seemed to be paying more attention. She liked it and snuggled back into his arms.

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Love this part. Great work, you two!

I have never looked forward to "tax day" until this year.
This is great guys!

I'm having a hard time finding words here (which doesn't happen often).

This started as something to do. Fun, cool, working with Ryan sounded like a blast. But I had no idea how much fun it was going to be.

The fun has been the posts here. The PM's, some of them so incredibly sweet and wonderful. Stories of Romance rekindled.

Honestly though. I'm humbled. Thank you to everyone who has read these stories and enjoyed them. To everyone who has commented here, or PMed me (or Ryan). Thank you hardly covers it, but it is all I can offer.

Is Day 15 cumming soon ?

Lovely!

Ryan and Lakesailer -- these get better and better and better each day. I so look forward to reading them. I just ** them. Thanks for doing such a wonderful romantic, *real* series of stories. You two are amazing.

Rox

Another great day. Thanks RB and LS.

Great work again guys

Day 15

Tonight was the two week anniversary of her list. She was half way through the thirty days and the time seemed to have flown by. Abbey stood in front of the mirror thinking of the things she had done in the last two weeks.

Abbey was proud of herself. She was doing it, she was actually doing this.

What had started out as a bit of wild idea, she was using to transform her marriage back to the thrill it had been in earlier years. Robert was with her on it—“well duh!” she said out loud to herself in the mirror. Of course he would agree to it—look at all the sex he was getting!.

But that isn’t fair, she thought. Robert had, like in almost everything in their marriage, poured himself into her plan, investing and risking right along with her, even if he didn’t particularly know the whole plan. He didn’t ask questions, he trusted and waited for her to share it with him in her own time.

Tonight she decided was the night to tell him. To explain what she was doing and why she was doing it. Abbey hoped he didn’t feel criticized. She didn’t want Robert taking blame for what she had felt was disappointment.

Abbey checked the list in her purse once more before one last glance at her reflection. She really did look pretty good for a 40 yr old woman.

Robert was taking her out again tonight. Dinner, just the two of them; it wasn’t going to be anything super fancy, they couldn’t really afford “super fancy”, just a local steak house where they could eat and talk and have a bottle of wine.

The booths were large and comfortable and they were already on the second glass of wine and some crab cake appetizers when she began her story.

“Robert, perhaps you might have noticed that I have been, well , been doing some different things lately.”

Robert’s grin is one of those that can only be described as “shit eating” and combined with a blush made him look deliciously handsome.

“Yes, Abbey I have noticed.” He answered without elaborating any further. He was going to let her tell her tale her way.

Then she told him about the article and her thinking and her feelings about their relationship talking faster and faster and more quietly so no one could hear.

Robert waited patiently listening without interrupting. Sometimes serious, sometimes smiling but through it all he just looked, listened and loved her.

Abbey held the folded list between her hands, torn between showing him and wanting to keep it a secret, and being worried he wouldn’t like the idea of her list. In the end she pushed the list towards him and then sat still.

Robert reached forward, completely ignoring the list and took her hands, lifted them to his lips and kissed her fingers. “I will never be able to tell you how lucky you make me feel, how fantastic it is to be your husband, you are the best, most generous and loving wife in the world.”

They sat there for a few minutes in silence. There wasn’t really anything to say. Robert didn’t spend much time on the list, but he did raise his eyebrows at a couple of items on her list, and he asked if they “could move number 27 up to tonight!”

Abbey laughed, she suspected he would like that one and completely refused to alter her list in any way. Robert mumbled something about making his own list then, but would wait for another two weeks to show her.

Dinner was delicious. The whole evening turned out to be a fun and flirty evening full of closeness and looks and touches. She even lived up to number 15 on her list by slipping off her shoes and sliding her toes up and down his legs and into his crotch to tease him. He kept trying to catch her toes to either tickle of massage her foot.

When they got home, Robert paid the sitter while she slipped on a longs silky “nighty” and slipped between the covers to wait for him.

She wanted to make love slowly, to be touched and held and loved.

All in all it was a pretty nice two week anniversary.
 

I am enjoying reading your collaboration and savoring each day as if I were in it- hmmm fantasies, in more ways than one ~ it hits home with me and my real world *sigh*,maybe there's stll hope...

This is a true romantic, very sensual, Genius - Congratualtions guys !!!


P.S. Is Day 16 out yet ? can we get like a "sneak preview"

You guys are doing a great job, kudos to you

Well done. It can be hard to tell your partner that you've had a plan afoot... even when they kind of already know.
The real trick though, is not lapsing into the same patterns when the list is all crossed off.

Way to go, fellas! One of the marks of a great story is that at the end of each piece you make the reader wish it wasn't over and you leave them wanting MORE!

I don't post very much but I've been reading for a long time. I wanted to take the time to tell you both that I love this. I think this is one of my favorite things I have ever read on this site. If you were to get this published I would buy copies for myself and all of my friends.
Kudos to you both, what an excellent collaboration. I think what I like the most if the geniuine love, affection and playfulness that you managed to convey in each piece.
Just fantastic. Thank you, I'll be waiting for more.

You make me smile.

Another great installment. Thanks guys... it makes this romantics heart go pitter-pat.

This last piece really struck a chord with me... really illustrating how important that communication is and how important it is to take time for one another. Remembering that the marriage came before the kids. If we are to model a good marriage for our children then this is essential.

I was talking to a co-worker today about the series and I am now going to send them to her. She is going to share them with her husband. I think the thing my husband got out of this the most so far was the bigger picture. The idea that something that holds no interest for him, in fact may even be uncomfortable but that excites me may be worth trying just to share that excitement.

We chose our partners for a reason, we saw some potential in them that lit our fires. It's made me take a good long look at him and realize that even though there are things he doesn't do, he's here at at Lit with me and trying. He may not always get there but he's trying... and really isn't that what it's about? It reminds me in my frustration to remember just how blessed I am.

Thank you L.S. & Ryan for the ideas, the work, and the romance. You are making a difference in an amazing way.

Day 16

Abbey loved the way Robert’s shoulders looked when he laid on the bed like this. His arms above his head in an arc, flat on his stomach, his shirt off.
Usually she didn't get aroused that much from rubbing his back, which he asked her to do with some regularity. But tonight, it was her idea and she had made some plans.

She had waited until he was getting ready for bed so that he was only dressed in his boxers. She was nearly dressed for bed, in her PJ tops, but had skipped the bottoms. The shirt tails concealed her panties, but not by much.

"Rob, would you like a backrub" her voice soft and slightly sensuous.
Rob looked slightly puzzled but quickly jumped on the idea "yeah, if you're offering" and he winked.

She directed him to lie out on the bed then she straddled his legs and took the massage oil from the nightstand. Laughing quietly to herself, she unceremoniously squirted it all over his back.

"Hey!" Robert yelped, as the cold liquid hit his warm skin "that's cold!" She snickered with just a hint of sarcasm, “I’m sorry baby, I guess I will have to find a way to warm it up."

Abbey, still sitting straddled across his bare legs, leaned forward and set to work. Her hands began sliding all over his back. Spreading the oil and beginning to massage the thick muscles.

She did have to admit that she loved the feeling of his back. It was broad and strong, the planes and chords of muscle perfectly proportioned.
She worked her hands deep into the muscles the way he liked; feeling the strands of tissue relaxing under his skin. Abbey dug her thumbs deep into his tight shoulders and then began working her way down both sides of his spine.

Robert groaned with his appreciation.

As she worked his back, she felt the tension leaving his body.
She let her mind wander to what she had planned to do to him and felt her arousal begin to grow. His back was, she realized, quite sexy. It's funny, and kind of sad, how we lose appreciation for what's right in front of us day after day; she smiled, his back was hers, and it was sexy and she was going to fully appreciate it tonight.

When he had relaxed thoroughly, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and began to slide them down very slowly.

Robert didn't say a word, but lifted his hips for her. She could tell by how the front slid that he was slightly erect now and a smile crossed her face.
She pulled the boxers down until they were bunched in a strip of white cotton across his knees almost as if it was a restraint.

Reclaiming her position astride his legs, Abbey took the massage oil and squirted a little more into her hands. She warmed it between her palms this time and then placed them, one on each cheek.

Abbey had a sudden urge to bite him on the butt and said so. Robert gave an interested soft moan and was probably imagining it. Instead of a hard bite she wanted to, she nipped him just a bit on each cheek and then began to kneed to his butt in large circles.

She had seldom massaged his butt before—usually after his shoulders, her hands were too sore to do much else with them, but tonight, like with his back she was going to appreciate the parts of his body she really liked but had been neglecting. He had a nice butt, it was well rounded and taunt with muscle. Oh sure it wasn’t one of those 20 year old guys with a butt you could bounce a quarter off, but it really looked great in jeans
The round curves, the strong muscles, and especially the feeling of his skin were all seducing her as she touched him.

My husband has a nice body, she thought to herself, and it's mine to play with. There is definitely a feeling of power there, she thought. The idea of taking Robert, of "owning" this body, was powerful. Not exactly her plan tonight, but the thoughts of the other night with him bound and blindfolded and the power she felt as she drove him to orgasm that night kept her aroused.

Rob’s body was now slick with massage oil. Abbey pulled her top up and off quickly, leaving her wearing only her panties. Bending forward, she began to gently stroke her breasts up and down his back. His skin was warm from her massage and the oil let her hardened and sensitive nipples slide easily up and down his skin. She relished the feeling of his skin on hers and let her mind enjoy the sensations. Her breasts smoothly caressing up to his strong back and then slowly down his spine to his butt.

After a few moments, she stopped and sat back up. Her hands moved to her breasts and she cupped them in her hand and began to massage them, just for a minute softly rolling and pulling on her nipples.

Rob twisted under her, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on behind him. They were both becoming “watchers.” She winked at him, and just as he was about to say something to her Abbey softly "shushed" him and her fingers slowly rolled her now erect nipples between them so he could see.

She could feel herself growing becoming more wet and moved to press her clit against the back of his thigh. She wanted more sensation. Still pinning Rob under her, Abbey rose up slightly and whispered, "roll over darling."
Rob twisted, first his shoulders and arms, followed by hips and legs. One of his legs turning beneath and against her sex, grinding and rubbing against her as he did. He did that on purpose she thought, realizing why she had moved against him.

When he was lying flat on his back, Abbey resumed her play with her nipples for just a moment, so that he could watch. His hands began to move up her thighs, but she reached down and took them, "just relax, relax and enjoy." She smiled at him. Reaching over, Abbey picked up the massage oil again and squirted some in her hands. "Darling, put your arms up, behind your head." Her voice was soft, but still commanding.

Her husband’s hands moved up and she surveyed his body from the front this time. His chest was broad. Rob was not a self obsessed gym rat or some muscular stud fit for a magazine cover, but rather a middle aged man with an average body. But there was much to like here. His chest was strong and lightly dusted with chest hair and his biceps and forearms were thick with muscle and more powerful than one would usually expect under a dress shirt and tie. With his arms up, the power in his shoulders was apparent. She looked down further across his stomach, no six pack, but not a keg either. His hips, narrow but strong. And there, just inches from her panties, his semi-erect cock.

Warming the oil by rubbing her hands together, she reached forward and placed her hands on his chest. Each palm covering one nipple, her fingers spread across his chest. Her hands were warm and Rob's face signaled the delight he felt in her warmth. She began to massage his chest and shoulders and arms; exploring and learning anew the feeling of his body under in her hands.

The oil and the slight tickle from Robert’s hair against her chest made her slightly chilly and she could feel her nipples tighten into hard small kernels. She wanted them licked and sucked, but that would have to wait. “Stick to the plan Abbey” she sub vocalized to herself.

Her hands continued to warm and massage Rob's body. It was clear he was enjoying the view of her bare breasts, glistening with oil. She could feel him growing harder and pressing against her leg and lower abdomen, the softer heart shaped tip growing darker, almost purple with anticipation.

Squirting a little more oil in her hands, Abbey warmed it slightly and then began to massage it all over her breasts. Looking right into Rob's eyes, she took only a few minutes to get herself warmed up. Leaning forward again, her panty clad sex brushing his bare cock, she began to slowly caress his chest with hers. Looking down, she could see him throbbing as their bodies brushed and slide together.

Rob moaned and his hands came down to grab her hips. She straightened back up and gently took his hands again. Moving them back to above his head she whispered "just let me." His eyes wide and his face flushed he nodded and groaned slightly.

She resumed sliding her breasts along his chest. She could feel his chest rising with each rapid breath. She sensed his eyes upon her and she too was watching again.

The feeling of his warm skin against hers was erotic, although in a soft and sultry way, and then she began to slide down.

He moaned as he realized what she was doing. Her breasts, now on either side of his cock, she pushed them together and began to slide up and down him. Again, he tried to move his hands to her and she paused and shook her head at him. Abbey waited until his hands were back above his head before resuming again the slow, sliding motion up and down him.

The feeling of his long and hard cock between her breasts was exciting. The sensation might not have been as arousing to her, but the feeling of power, of being in charge, of having some control over the situation was amazing. She could feel and hear that the sensations were getting Rob aroused as he whispered to her how good it felt and that he loved seeing her do that. Abbey maintained eye contact and continued until she was worried he was going to cum. She didn’t want that to happen quite yet.

She lifted up and again sat straddling his legs once more. Somewhere along the line Rob had worked his boxers the rest of the way off and now spread his legs wider to give her more access to the sensitive area of his balls and cock.
Taking him in both her hands she let them slide up and down the shaft, twisting and stroking him. Rob groaned and she felt him tense and say his balls tighten and pull upwards against his body. She wrapped them in one hand and pulled gently back, having read that this technique heightened the orgasm for a man.

Rob couldn’t take such overwhelming sensory overload from her touch and the feel of her hands and the look in her eyes. He cried out loud, loud enough that if the kids had been awake they would have certainly heard him.
One after another the thick white and creamy ropes of cum shot from the tip of his cock. Her hands gripped him tightly and his covered hers gripping the shaft even more tightly, much harder than she would have done it, he pumped her hand down and up his cock, pausing only briefly at the bottom to eject another line of the sticky fluid across his stomach and chest.

“There is so much of it” Abbey thought, and wondered if it was more lately or if she was just noticing it more.

Robert‘s eyes were closed and his head tilted slightly back with his mouth wide open. She watched as his orgasm gripped him and took him away his body totally out of his control with muscle contractions and shudders.
As Rob's climax subsided, Abbey smiled and looked at him. His eyes opened and a sheepish questioning look stole across his face.

She smiled and blew him a kiss, not wanting to ruin the moment with speech. She was aroused now and as she slid up beside him, she took his hand and guided it to her damp panties. Without words Rob began stroking and caressing her; his fingers, dancing and teasing along the edge of her sex, warming her and she moved her legs apart opening further to his touch.
She slipped out of her panties and lay there, occasionally guiding his hand as he teased and touched. His fingers swirling around her clit, delving deep into her tunnel and then sliding, so teasingly along the edges of her lips.
Her orgasm washed over her, not a pulsing pounding, but a warm flooding sensation as she let go and relaxed.

Later, nestled into his arms again Abbey laughed out loud. This is why they call it a “happy ending” she answered Rob’s unspoken question.

For the record...

The change in poster is simply to give Ryan a break. This indicates nothing about specific authorship. This is a collaboration. We each contribute.

I love this latest installment. Refocusing on something you've begun to take for granted, paying attention to what's in front of you every day, that you don't even see anymore.....wonderful.