Explore Before Its Too Late

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OOC: We had been married for seven years now, both 29, both successful in our own professions. No children, never wanting to take the time children required to properly raise.

We had been in love and together through most of our college life. We married shortly after graduation, once we both had jobs in our repectful professions.

We spent the first few years of married life, after college, enjoying ourselves, loving every minute we were together, working hard to ensure we spent plenty of time together.

As time went on, we both fell into our professions heavily. We were more than comfortable with each other, we knew each other like the back of our hand, or so we thought. Neither of us had been very experimental in our college life, choosing the comfortable way of life together. Sure we shared our secrets, our fantasies, to an extent.

Neither of us said anything to the other, but we both had fantasies that had yet to be fulfilled. We both wish we had experimented more during our college life. It was easier to be silent than to express our needs, even to someone we loved so much. We both knew we needed something more and needed it now and needed it in order to save our friendship. Our marriage might not last, but to us, our friendship was as or more important.

This is intended to be an exploration. A chance to explore those feelings we chose to ignore, in hopes that in the end we will be closer, yet knowing, it may separate us more. An exploration that involves us as well as those others that will help us explore those feelings we have ignored for so long.

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I was always focused, always brilliant. You have to be, to suceed as a pretty woman in a field dominated by men. You joke that I always have to be aware, be in control of my world. I know that its a habit developed by my hunger for professional sucess.

But its left me wanting. I never want to be seen as weak, but I would like to be released from my persona of power and let someone else take charge, for once, without damaging my professional currency.

I'm ready to explore.
 
We sat there together, enjoying a bottle of wine. Both knowing, but not accepting the need to tell the other what we needed. Both afraid to disturb the comfort we had grown into.

Both close to 30, we had agreed each would help the other fulfill one of their fantasies as a special birthday present.

We both, separately, knew our own fantasy. We both, were nervous to be the first to tell the other.
 
You had to know something was up...I never drink this much. That said, I poured myself another glass and watched your eyes, that flicker of concern...then one of wonder...and was it hope?

I can read you, know what you feel sometimes before you do. Is the same true for you? Why have we kept so silent for so long.

"Love, want to play a game?" I try to keep my tone light, but I can barely meet your eyes, so I look off the deck accross the lake. "Tell me a fantasy we've never done of yours, and I'll tell you one of mine."

I'm almost afraid I spoke too softly and my words got lost in the still air, but I hear your weight shift nervously and know you heard me.
 
Is this where we have arrived, telling our fantasies? Not able to express them. Is it not too late, are we not too entrench in our lives. I mean is there a purpose to be served by discussing such things.

Will this not separate us even more, damage what we have already?
 
"Lets not let it. Lets find passion and go after it...I'm just afraid.

I want...so much. And what I want more than any of that is to be close to you. We have to start somewhere, whether its with words, or touch or "

Overwhelmed I tossed my wine glass over the edge of the deck and gripped onto the rail.

"I just don't want to lose you. I'll do anything to avoid that. Ask me anything."
 
I got up and moved in behind you. Wrapping my arms around you, kissing your neck.

"I don't want to lose you either, I'd do anything, anything at all to make sure we are together forever. Tell me how we do that. Is there a fantasy you want fulfilled? Is there something you want me to do?"

I stepped back, taking a big sip of wine, "I'm ready to play your game if you are."
 
She couldn't look him in the eye as she spoke.

"Sometimes, just sometimes, I want to be...taken, against my will, by a stranger. A utility man, with heavy boots and rough hands, maybe. No say in the matter. No love of affection, just sex."

She was blushing so hard she felt like she was on fire. She pressed back into his arms.

"Your turn."
 
"Ah, my hands not rough enough?'" I whispered in your ear as my hands moved to cup your breasts. The thought of seeing you taken by some other guy, some guy who worked with his hands, worked hard to make his living. Someone intent on having you regardless of what you wanted, was turning me one for some strange reason.

I thought for a moment, there were many fantasies I have had throughout my life, wondering which one to begin with.

"I have often thought it would be a real turn on to have my hands tied to the bed while I had two bodies pleasuring me. Two mouths kissing me, two tongues licking me, two bodies rubbing against mine."
 
His hands on my breasts held a different strength than he had ever used before, my nipples hardened instantly in response.

At the mention of his hands being tied, I flushed even deeper. It could be worth sharing him with another woman to see him like that.

"I've wondered what it would be like to make love in public, not where people are watching, but where someone could see, if they were looking."

Like our deck, she didn't have the bravery to add.
 
"I've wondered what it would be like ot have a guy suck me, wondered if they are in fact better as they say."

My hand sliding up your leg, under your skirt, feeling the warmth of your skin.

"I've wondered what it would be like to watch you kiss another lady."
 
Thinking about a man pleasring her husband made her unexpectedly wet. She let her head fall backward to rest on his chest.

"I'd like to watch that guy suck you."

She placed her hand on top of his, guiding his fingers higher to her moist panties.

"I'd like to be blindfolded, tied up...not knowing what is going to happen next. If anyone else is watching. Not able to stop what is happening if I wanted to."
 
"I can understand that, being pleasured by others, but having no control how or how much."

My fingers slding in and out slowing, feeling your wetness, occaisionally rubbing your clit. Kissing your neck, cupping a breast.

"How do you suppose one might go about fulfilling these fantasies?"
 
Heat filled her, both from the touch and from the thought.

She reached behind her to stroke his neck, pulling his body close to hers. "I'm worried you'd lose respect for me. That if you...if you knew what I wanted and we...did those things I wouldn't be the same for you."

Emboldened by his stiffness pressing into her back she continued, "but to answer your question, I guess it depends on which one we want to do first."
 
"I won't lose respect, especially if we both take part in fulfilling all our fantasies."

"As far as which one first, well, you know me dear, ladies always come first, it will be up to you as to which one we fulfill first."

Kissing your warm soft mouth, my tongue sliding in.
 
She savored the heat of the kiss before answering, her hands sliding along his hips to undo his fly. "Know of a guy who'd love blowing you as much as I do? I wouldn't mind starting there."
 
I had to laugh as well as squirm. Your hand reaching my hips. moving into unzip me, that was causing the squirm. My laugh being caused by your question. "I don't remember anyone offering to blow me, the last time I went to the bar with the guys. Is there anyone you had in mind?"

"But, I am not sure if that is the fantasy we should begin with, What about that sweet assistant at your office, the one always smiling at you, I think she has the hots for you. Maybe I should give her a call."

Turning you around and sliding your dress off your shoulders. Kissing and licking along the way. My mouth returning to your ear, whispering "I think we need some willing partners" before nibbling on your ear lobe. Moving my lips over to yours. Rubbing my lips against yours while saying "Until then............." slowly pushing my tongue into your warm wet mouth, pulling you tightly against me. Your dress down to your hips, your breasts pushing against my shirt.
 
John Harrison

John stopped his pick-up by the trees surrounding the pond. This was definitely the best spot; a deserted small road, a clear view of the back of their house. A good view of the decking that they had laid not that many months before. Friends from the bar; John, a professional carpenter, offered to work for beer and food for a day or two at the weekend to help out.

He remembered seeing his friend's wife for the first time when they had done that work and since then he couldn't get her out of his mind. Not like Martha, his own wife - far from it. This woman was beautiful. Some days he would drive past and she would be soaking up the sun; he had bought the telephoto lens specially for those moments and had some good shots hidden away in his garage at home.

Now though - this was what he's hoped to see; a cozy evening, just the two of them. And it was starting to get hot. He let the binoculaurs hang around his neck as he quietly got out of the truck and headed across the grass to get a closer view.

He knew the spot where he could see but not be seen. Yes, just right, John watched as his friend's hand slid up under her skirt, how they were talking - he couldn't quite hear what about. He watched as her breast was held, as his fingers were clearly working on her, inside and out.

As she reached towards his fly, John reached towards his. He watched them...
 
Rick

"You know, babe, there just possibly could be someone watching us now." My hand slding up your thigh, lifting your dress up, exposing your breautiful ass as my fingers teased your crak before finding your pussy. Sliding my fingers in, noticing how wet you were already.

Your moans letting me know to continue. I pulled my fingers out and slide you dress down, letting it fall to the deck. My fingers returning to oyur pussy, my mouth kissing down to your breasts. I loved sucking on your breasts. You leaned your head back urging me on.
 
It wasn't a cold night, but I my body was heated to the point the air felt chill on my skin. The slightest of breezes tugged at my hair and the feeling of being exposed intensified my arousal. Rick's hot mouth on my breasts...I knew I was sopping wet, and I didn't think I could be much more turned on.

"Let's pretend there is...lets see what kind of a show we can put on."

God that felt dirty, where did I get this stuff?

Felt reeeeeeaaaaally good too. I leaned back against the deck rail, caressing my husband's back.
 
My hand continuing to caress your smooth silky skin, feeling the heat radiate from it. My other hand still fingering your moist pussy, sliding a finger in before rubbing your clit.

I did find it exciting to think someone could be watching us, seeing us enjoy each other's bodies. I had to glance around, wondering with all the trees if there would be anyway at all to see someone.

As I licked your ear, gently nibbling your ear lobe, I whisper, imagine someone out there in the trees, watching your beautiful body responding to my kisses, my caresses, my licks.
 
The thought made me moan, loud, I wanted to be heard.

I undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling its from him, and then returned my attentions to removing his pants. I slid his pants over his hips and followed them down, on my knees in a pile of discarded clothing.
 
I felt you hands to got my shirt, almost ripping it off. It seems the idea of putting a show on for someone really does excite you. My pants on the deck, you kneeling in front of me.

I run my fingers through your hair, please babe, suck me, so our friend how sexy you look when you're sucking my cock.
 
I kiss your hips, teasing you, tugging your boxers down and gently playing with your balls.

I wrap my lips around your shaft and let it travel down my throat as it has so many times before - but never like this. I've never felt so daring. I've always loved giving you head, but I'm finding myself moaning and I can smell my own arousal, hot and wet as your cock slides into my tight throat.
 
I continued to watch from the trees, seeing the slow stripping of her perfect body and how she responded to his caresses.

I heard her loud moan as she stood naked in the half light from the house, exposed to my eyes. The intesnsity of her arousal made her tug at my friend's clothing, desperate to have him naked too. I was stroking my hard cock now as I watched eagerly.

Supressing a moan myself I saw her slide to her knees as she exposed his hard cock to her mouth. I began to breathe deep as I watched her mouth surround his head then slide deeper onto his hardness with another moan audible to me.

I swallowed, silently fondling myself as I watched the naked lovers put on a show for me.
 
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