Chapter 4 The Club 1

Oh, she exclaimed, "That will be so much fun!"

She told him, "We can go if you feel uncomfortable," and he responded in kind.

I was aware that the focus was placed on 'you' there.

I looked down at the "outfit" that had been prepared for me by my wife on the bed.

Exciting items that I would have no problem putting on in our bedroom, where we keep them.

But when you're out in public like, say, in a club?

I had serious doubts about it.

The next thing I knew, Carla was walking out of the bathroom, and my cock grew to its full size.

This was always going to take place.

Carla, who is now 42 years old and absolutely stunning, is my wife. A genuine MILF. She takes care of her body, as evidenced by the fullness of her lips and the way her red hair still cascades over her shoulders, just as it did on the day of our wedding 15 years ago.

Still in pretty excellent shape here (Paul), and things are going swimmingly at home.

The children are developing normally, financial matters are manageable, and overall, things are going fairly well.

Our sexual lives go through ups and downs; well, they don't really go down so much as they reach a plateau before we try something new. We experimented with some light bondage for a bit and found that it was a lot of fun to do so. Carla did not feel at ease being constrained; rather, it made her feel tense and anxious. I was more than content to be restrained to the bed as she teased me for perhaps a couple of hours before she rode me to an intense climax. I was very satisfied with the situation.

We experimented with some toys for a time. I got such a kick out of seeing how easily Carla could induce orgasms in herself using a rabbit vibrator.

We tried spanking. In the bedroom, Carla will frequently play dress-up for me, and I convinced her to play the role of the mischievous schoolgirl who deserved to be spanked. Oh my god, she looked amazing! She was wearing a short pleated skirt that only covered the tops of her sheer stockings, and the 5" heels that she was wearing made her appear to be almost 6 feet tall, despite the fact that she was only 5' 8" tall naturally. Her enormous breasts were crammed into an outdated bra that was too tiny for her 36E breasts, and a cotton blouse that was too tight was almost too tight to fit over her bloated chest. Her tresses were pulled back into two buns, and she was sporting a naughty shade of red lipstick.

When she laid over my lap and I playfully paddled her bare ass, she volunteered to blow me as a way to demonstrate that "she was a good girl." I almost lost it when she did this.

Yes, the highs we experience in our sexual lives can get quite intense. However, there is a limit to the number of times you can go over the same information before the law of diminishing returns begins to take effect. After a few sessions, I could tell that Carla wasn't loving being spanked as much as she had been at first.

After giving it some thought, I decided to recommend that she play the role of the instructor and that I play the role of the mischievous student. After having my behind paddled with a hand spanner, we located our daughter's school ruler, and she used it on me. After that, we had yet another amazing night of sexual activity. Ouch.

After that, the excitement began to wane, beginning with myself.

Carla's love for it when I put my hands on her was the one thing that never changed in our sexual life together. I'm not sure whether I was very skilled at it, but she showed up every time, most of the time more than once. When we did make out, it was an extremely rare occurrence for me to do so before sucking her out. She liked to kneel over me while grasping the headboard so that she could wiggle her ass while my tongue, nose, and chin made contact with her sensitive places. This was one of her favorite positions.

Even analogical play was attempted by us. I was totally into the "concept" of pegging, and watching a hot girl fuck a dude while holding a strapon was my favorite kind of porn to watch.

Carla was resistant at first, but in the end we were able to get a strapon, and I got myself ready with butt plugs and plenty of lubrication. The issue, though, was that I was unable to view the unfolding events. Aside from the fact that it wasn't very pleasurable, another issue was that Carla struggled to exert her authority over the dildo. It was difficult for her to get into a rhythm because she lacked the necessary push and hip control.

Additionally, that night was the one and only time that our children walked in on us while we were having 'kinky' sex! Consequently, I have negative recollections of that experience.

We needed something new yet we had tried... pretty much everything.