It wasn’t love that was missing in their relationship. But it had been a while since passion had been there. It wasn’t magical anymore, like it had used to be, in the beginning. The days had become weeks, and months, and while everything was ok, at least ok enough, admittedly, it had become grey and dull and very, very ordinary. It wasn’t what either of them wanted, they agreed on that, but then, somehow, the spark lingered, and they were set in a situation of routine, TV series, and going to bed together, but somehow alone, sleeping back to back.
Sometimes, often after more than two glasses of wine, Michelle and Alexander spoke about it. They were young, they were healthy and fit, and things should be better, and during those moments, sometimes things where better, and they made love. But even when they did, it was often mechanical, and they would too quickly return to the routine. And even those times had grown further apart in time. In fact, the last time was now more than half a year ago, on Michelle’s birthday. That birthday, however, had been a highlight. It had been better than it had been for years.
It had been because they had engaged in fantasy, Alexander thought. They had dared to be open about their desire and allowed the conversation to move towards other people. In the early days, it had often been like that. There had been trust and passion, and they had dared to be bold and without fear. That had for some reason passed, but on that particular occasion, it had returned. She had looked at him all dreamy like and told him how good it would have been to be with strangers. Real strangers, someone she had never met, not even uttering a word before opening up and allowing herself taken, deep and hard. Even more than one, she had imagined, maybe even at the same time. And he had nodded and smiled, and he had felt aroused, and that same night, he had taken on the role, as someone other than himself, and it had been hot, and it had lasted for the whole night.
As opposed to the other times, it had lasted the next day too, that time. He had fucked her bent over the kitchen sink like he hadn’t done for years, and she had called him “sailor”, “stud”, and “officer”, and he had happily played along. And in the afternoon, Michelle had returned the favour, taking him in her mouth on the sofa, claiming to be a “princess from a foreign land”, and for the first time in ages he had filled her mouth with cum, watched her grin greedily as the slippery juices dripped from her horny lips. That night they had cuddled together and carried on the dream, discussing how it might someday, somewhere, become real. On vacation, maybe. They had agreed that they would both dare, and that it would be very, very good.
But then life had returned, it had faded, and they hadn’t talked about it anymore. It was often on Alexander’s mind, though, and while he did not find neither the courage nor the timing to bring it back up again, he was hoping. Hoping that Michelle had it on her mind as well, and maybe, just maybe, that it would truly happen. It had aroused him every time. And as such, when summer arrived, and they left the house with their suitcases packed for their next trip abroad, it was not without a tingle for him. Would it happen now, as they had said? Would he dare to bring it up if the situation arose? Or would it be like normal; ok, but ordinary.
It was late in the afternoon when they had finally checked into the hotel. Alexander found himself eying the staff and the other guests with a certain anticipation. He grew hard from his imagination, but found himself hiding it from her, swallowing deep, and pretending to be unaffected, but still, he kept eying her when she looked around too. Did she think the same, or was she oblivious? Did she remember the weekend of her birthday at all? Those were the questions lingering on his mind when they soon after sat down to dine at the small café by the beach.
As he poured another glass for both of them, after the waitress had collected their plates, he looked at her, deep in the eyes this time, making an effort not to pull away, to gather courage, but for now he couldn’t get a sound out. It was only as she angled her head towards her shoulder, looking back at him curiously, smiling, asking “what? What are you thinking about honey?” that he was able to muster anything. Alexander swallowed “Do you remember your birthday?” he said in a low voice. Michelle only sipped her wine, but Alexander thought he saw a spark in the corner of her eye, if that wasn’t something he imagined. He swallowed again, looked away, feeling hot all of a sudden, wondered if he was blushing. Then he looked back at her again. She was smiling as she set her glass down. “I’ve… I’ve been looking around since we got here” he said, a bit more focused now. They sat silently a while. Then he continued “Have you? – Been looking, I mean?”
Sometimes, often after more than two glasses of wine, Michelle and Alexander spoke about it. They were young, they were healthy and fit, and things should be better, and during those moments, sometimes things where better, and they made love. But even when they did, it was often mechanical, and they would too quickly return to the routine. And even those times had grown further apart in time. In fact, the last time was now more than half a year ago, on Michelle’s birthday. That birthday, however, had been a highlight. It had been better than it had been for years.
It had been because they had engaged in fantasy, Alexander thought. They had dared to be open about their desire and allowed the conversation to move towards other people. In the early days, it had often been like that. There had been trust and passion, and they had dared to be bold and without fear. That had for some reason passed, but on that particular occasion, it had returned. She had looked at him all dreamy like and told him how good it would have been to be with strangers. Real strangers, someone she had never met, not even uttering a word before opening up and allowing herself taken, deep and hard. Even more than one, she had imagined, maybe even at the same time. And he had nodded and smiled, and he had felt aroused, and that same night, he had taken on the role, as someone other than himself, and it had been hot, and it had lasted for the whole night.
As opposed to the other times, it had lasted the next day too, that time. He had fucked her bent over the kitchen sink like he hadn’t done for years, and she had called him “sailor”, “stud”, and “officer”, and he had happily played along. And in the afternoon, Michelle had returned the favour, taking him in her mouth on the sofa, claiming to be a “princess from a foreign land”, and for the first time in ages he had filled her mouth with cum, watched her grin greedily as the slippery juices dripped from her horny lips. That night they had cuddled together and carried on the dream, discussing how it might someday, somewhere, become real. On vacation, maybe. They had agreed that they would both dare, and that it would be very, very good.
But then life had returned, it had faded, and they hadn’t talked about it anymore. It was often on Alexander’s mind, though, and while he did not find neither the courage nor the timing to bring it back up again, he was hoping. Hoping that Michelle had it on her mind as well, and maybe, just maybe, that it would truly happen. It had aroused him every time. And as such, when summer arrived, and they left the house with their suitcases packed for their next trip abroad, it was not without a tingle for him. Would it happen now, as they had said? Would he dare to bring it up if the situation arose? Or would it be like normal; ok, but ordinary.
It was late in the afternoon when they had finally checked into the hotel. Alexander found himself eying the staff and the other guests with a certain anticipation. He grew hard from his imagination, but found himself hiding it from her, swallowing deep, and pretending to be unaffected, but still, he kept eying her when she looked around too. Did she think the same, or was she oblivious? Did she remember the weekend of her birthday at all? Those were the questions lingering on his mind when they soon after sat down to dine at the small café by the beach.
As he poured another glass for both of them, after the waitress had collected their plates, he looked at her, deep in the eyes this time, making an effort not to pull away, to gather courage, but for now he couldn’t get a sound out. It was only as she angled her head towards her shoulder, looking back at him curiously, smiling, asking “what? What are you thinking about honey?” that he was able to muster anything. Alexander swallowed “Do you remember your birthday?” he said in a low voice. Michelle only sipped her wine, but Alexander thought he saw a spark in the corner of her eye, if that wasn’t something he imagined. He swallowed again, looked away, feeling hot all of a sudden, wondered if he was blushing. Then he looked back at her again. She was smiling as she set her glass down. “I’ve… I’ve been looking around since we got here” he said, a bit more focused now. They sat silently a while. Then he continued “Have you? – Been looking, I mean?”
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