A Day of Surprises & Thrills Pt. 01

A Day of Surprises and Thrills - Part 1

PLEASE NOTE: I'D RECOMMEND READING MY PREVIOUS STORY FIRST, HERE:

THIS WILL GIVE USEFUL BACKGROUND TO CHERYL AND SOPHIE'S JOURNEY SO FAR.

"Well, I hope that's got your birthday off to a good start, but time's moving on and don't forget that Sophie's coming over for lunch."

David sat on the bed, lounging back on a couple of pillows and watched his wife Cheryl walking naked into the bathroom. She was not rushing and looked as if she was being naughtily provocative. He realised for the millionth time that, sadly, the thoughts going around his head were very mixed.

They'd met when she was 41 (she was now approaching her 59th birthday) and he was 38. They'd instantly hit it off and almost immediately got down to sexual exploration. He was thrilled to discover that Cheryl's almost sweet external persona hid a very dirty and experimental mind. Apparently her ex-husband had not shown a huge desire to try new things - although that didn't seem to slow him down when it came to affairs with a couple of her friends. That was the last straw for her and she moved out, leaving her young daughter Sophie with her dad.

So Cheryl had some catching up to do and David was in the right place at the right time! As well as having a healthy appetite for vaginal sex, from every angle and in every place they could think of, she soon expressed a strong desire for anal - to the extent that for a year or so it became her preferred sex. She already had plenty of skill in handjobs and blowjobs although initially she'd had no enthusiasm for him shooting his load into her mouth. But he played a patient long game and after a few "accidents" when he ejaculated without warning her, she gradually conceded that she enjoyed feeling his jizz pumping into her. Swallowing was the easiest way to deal with it and, to her surprise, she started to enjoy the taste as well. But she did also enjoy watching him come, his thick sperm seeming to shoot everywhere. One time, without any request, she didn't hand him the usual box of tissues but bent over him and carefully licked all the cum from his stomach, thighs and balls - and the length of his cock. He was in seventh heaven, and it became a "party piece" that she treated him to now and then.

David loved treating her to oral attention as well. It seems that she hadn't had much chance to enjoy it before, so she just loved that David was so enthusiastic to spoil her. Although she'd had Sophie her vulva and vagina were in beautiful condition, she was surprisingly tight and when her outer lips were closed the inner labia just peeped out, pink moist and tempting... She kept her pubes nicely trimmed so she was always nicely on show. And David got her to squirt for the first time. No-one seemed to have bothered looking for her G -spot - and rarely her clitoris for that matter, so when his fingers entered her soaking, hot vagina and curled upwards to arouse that magic spot she went wild with a completely new sensation. Over time her own ejaculation took both forms: copious pee-like, tasty fluid - in such quantities that they always had to use large absorbent mats when they made love, and the more subtle, creamy cum when she was really excited. Needless to say, David loved the taste of both and was happy to spend as long as it took to satisfy her.

And her final surprise? She developed a taste for occasional water sport! It had started one drunken evening on their first holiday together when she was having a wee in the hotel room. David had pushed his hand between her legs - not too subtly he realised in hindsight, to feel her hot piss on his fingers. He'd licked his fingers and admitted that she tasted delicious. So, to his delight she'd said "You're full of surprises, aren't you? Wait till next time and we'll see what happens." He could hardly contain himself as the evening drew on - until it was time for bed. "I need a wee badly; I've been holding it in for you" she said. "You'd better come with me..." He needed no second invitation! Getting a comfortable position was not easy and the attempt at her standing over the toilet while he lay back with his face under her didn't do it. So she said "Fuck it; let's make it easy for ourselves - strip off and get in the shower before I change my mind!" And that was wonderful. They were both naked and she stood with her legs wide open as he lay beneath her, marvelling at how wide her cunt lips had opened, the pale outer lips well apart, exposing the deep salmon pink of her inner lips and the delicate folds of skin over her clitoris.

He was excited to almost breathlessness as he lay there, mouth wide open, awaiting her precious piss. Yes, he was obviously sexually excited but there were many more layers of pleasure that he hadn't worked out yet. Perhaps surprisingly he felt that he was almost humiliating himself by letting her urinate over him - and that was a perverse sensation. And he'd effectively given up control to her; it seemed that she was doing what she wanted, and he was helpless. After an initial apology that it wasn't happening because she was a bit nervous, the first few drops splashed on his face and chest, surprising him with its heat. And then she just let go, emptying her bladder all over him. He had to close his eyes, but he was able to move so that his thirsty mouth was soon filling with her hot, spicy gift. It kept coming and he had to swallow several delicious mouthfuls, the rest getting up his nose, in his ears until he was completely soaked. When she finished, he just lay there in her cooling pee and he could open his eyes again to delight at the sight of her soaked vulva and pubes, wee still dribbling down her soft thighs.

That was just the beginning of that thrilling pleasure. In the end she preferred to squat, usually wearing high heels, over his face with his body stretched out in front of her so that she could watch him wank while she filled his mouth with piss. Another tweak to the game was that he had to lick her anus and kiss her heels before she'd let go. They had such fun...

So far, so wonderful... And then, one fateful night about five years after they'd met, she quietly announced "Not tonight. I just don't feel passionate these days..." And they never fucked again. The menopause had hit her suddenly and hard and she just couldn't face penetrative sex. This caused the inevitable turmoil and he'd begged her to come with him to couple's therapy. But she was too ashamed of herself to admit what she saw as a huge failing as a wife to a stranger. After a very difficult year or so, during which time he'd contemplated leaving her, they managed to evolve a way of coping. He went from being the sexually happiest man in the world to feeling confused, rejected and sometimes angry. He was in a dark place for a while and even propositioned his stepdaughter, Sophie. She'd let him down gently, and quite correctly, and it had not ruined their relationship. Indeed, it had given it a new element as she hopelessly flirted with him when they met these days, pressing her superb bosom into his chest whenever she kissed him and taking every opportunity to flash her panties or thong at him under what seemed like increasingly short skirts. He'd often wondered whether Cheryl noticed but she never gave any sign of it.

Over time he came to accept that Cheryl still loved him deeply and that she still found him attractive; she just clammed up whenever they attempted intercourse. In time she found ways to compensate, giving him better and more exciting blowjobs and handjobs whilst continuing, less frequently, to treat him to her golden shower. She quickly came to realise that she didn't even like her own fingers inside her, but she did still occasionally masturbate using her clitoris and nipples - and was happy to put on a show for David while he masturbated, usually finishing him off with her mouth although she did love feeling his hot thick sperm splash on her face or breasts.

And so, to the present... David ran his appreciative eyes over his wife as she walked away from him, really appearing to be turning it on under his gaze. Her body had changed very little over the years. Her bum and long shapely legs were kept taught by her lifelong interest in dancing; she still had curves in all the right paces and much of the few extra pounds she'd put on had found their way to her breasts which although not huge were still full and hung nicely with their weight. And yet there was still that sense of frustration, of making do with second best - despite her attempts to please him to the limit of her ability. He could still almost taste the thrill and fun of those early years, and the memory still cut him to the heart.

But, he had to admit, there'd been a subtle change in her in recent months. Nothing he could really describe - she seemed to really enjoy spending "girl time" with Sophie and she had a sense of slight sauciness that hadn't been there for years. A good example was the fun she'd given him just now. For years, most of their restricted sex life had taken place at bedtime. But this morning, she'd turned to him in bed, run her hand down over his stomach and asked "Would you like a birthday present? There'll be more to come but I think this would be a nice idea..." And without waiting for an answer, she'd pulled back the duvet, run her hand down his stomach and started stroking his hardening cock. She carried on wanking him with her left hand (she was ambidextrous when it came to handjobs!) and repositioned herself so she could indulge in something she knew he loved: kissing his balls and perineum. She loved doing this even more in recent years as he now kept himself perfectly smooth down there; she could really feel his delicate skin with her lips and tongue.

But she didn't want to prolong this too much as she hadn't made him come for about a week and he didn't appear to masturbate that often these days. He'd probably come quite quickly and that suited her plans for the day. So she ran the tip of her tongue up over his balls and right up his nicely hard and thick penis, pausing to lick the shiny, almost purple helmet before taking his meat in her mouth. She knew she was good at blowing and that he loved it; he started moaning almost immediately. She decided to encourage him by playing the tart so pulled her head back just enough to say "I wonder if I can get it all in today..." before sliding her lips back down his cock. She never had got it all in and didn't expect to today, but she knew he was watching as more and more of that veiny member disappeared into his wife's mouth; she could feel him gently thrusting himself at her.

But it was time to finish him off - and she knew what would do it. As she continued to suck, she ran her fingertips back down over his balls, slowly along his perineum and finished by gently running them around his tight arsehole. He moaned even more and opened his legs as far as possible. She didn't need to penetrate him far at all; just running her fingernails around that delicate skin and slightly pushing just a little way in before pulling out again. And, as always, the effect was almost immediate. After slightly more forceful thrusting of his hips and an "Oh God, that's bloody fantastic" he exploded in her mouth. Her guess was right: it seemed like he was shooting gallons of thick tasty sperm into her mouth; she'd rarely had so much. And she decided to do something she'd never tried before - she didn't swallow it. As she slid his cock out of her mouth she looked up at him and parted her lips, giving him a superb view of his huge creamy load; there was so much that some ran out and down over her chin. He was enjoying the show, exclaiming "Fuck me, you dirty bitch" as he ran his fingers through her hair. She knew she looked slutty as her blue/grey eyes looked up at him, his cum dribbling out of her mouth. And then she closed her mouth and, exaggerating slightly, made a show of gulping down his sperm load. She gave him a beaming smile and with a "Bloody hell; that was something else" he leaned over and kissed her deeply and long as he held her tight.

She'd got out of bed not long after, saying "That's got that out of your system! Your birthday's off to a good start; who knows what else is in store for you?" As he watched her walking away, he wondered what she had meant.

Of course, as she walked away, Cheryl knew exactly what was in store for him - and for her darling daughter and herself. Life was going to change hugely for all three of them in the next couple of hours and, if she were lucky, she might be about to turn a significant corner in her sex life with David. Over the last few months, Sophie and she had become closer and more intimate than she'd ever have ever had dreamed possible and they'd decided to have fun with David. She'd known for years that he'd secretly fancied Sophie and she'd recognised her daughter's sexual curiosity even before her teen years; she just loved men and their attention. It amused her to observe that Sophie appeared to think that her mum hadn't noticed the come-ons she always gave to David whenever they met.

Equally importantly, Cheryl had decided to take a big step and had completed a three-month course of hypnotherapy. Today would reveal how successful that had been.

Giving David a clearly much-needed ejaculation this morning was an important factor in ensuring that he'd fully enjoy the day's activities - and give the girls full value too!

As she walked towards the bathroom, Cheryl could feel herself becoming aroused; she knew she was getting wet. She'd play with herself in the shower for a while and maybe, just maybe, she might try putting her fingers inside to see if she was on the way to a return to full penetrative sexuality.

The next few hours promised to be interesting and, hopefully, thrilling...

Part 2 coming (!) in a couple of weeks. Read just how dirty Cheryl and Sophie were with David - and each other!