All Is Well That Ends Well?

All Is Well That Ends Well?

This is a story, not just about sex but about my wife and I and a part of our life which is, you guessed it, sex.

Right now my wife, Marie, and I have been just on the border of fussing at a low level with one another. She has some general modest dissatisfaction items with me and I have a few with her. Not big enough to argue about but large enough cumulatively to change the atmosphere, take the "fun" charge out of the air in the house a little and lower it. Longer marriages can evolve that way sometimes or maybe more often than sometimes when the 'newness electricity' is not enough to cover little things that pretty much always tend to pile up in a world as complex as this one is. They can add up and had with Marie and me.

I am middle aged and so is she, a year older than I am, first marriage with no kids for us both of some years now. I love her and she loves me but these days our communications have been a little less loving, a little less frequent, more of a tiny edge to them at times. We both knew it but weren't sure why until this past Sunday evening when we were in the sun room watching a movie.

One of us had referred to the atmosphere between us and asked the other what we could do about it. I think she started it. My answer had been that we ought to talk about it and she had gotten up, gone to the desk in the kitchen and returned with two pads and two pencils.

She had handed one set to me, sat across from me and spoke: "Okay, Max. I love you and you love me but we need to get these little things out in the open and get rid of them or get over them. Why don't we each write down what is bothering us then share the list and start talking about it?"

I had agreed and the two of us spent the next thirty minutes in silence, thinking, jotting them down on our pads and trying to be sure we did not forget anything, over or understate the strength of the item. When we were both done writing I had signed mine and she had signed hers just like we were in the Hague, negotiating a legal issue, and we exchanged them.

At the time I had thought her idea was terrific and when we both got the other's list, in about five minutes we were grinning as it was obvious how small these irritants were that had been festering unspoken in the dark. Over the course of the next two hours we did what we had always done with issues or problems, external, internal, domestic or otherwise, we identified them, worked out creative solutions with one another to try, then posted the two lists with action items on the bulletin board in the hallway.

It had worked immediately to remove the annoyance with every one but one resolved. I had felt a lot better. The one unresolved one was simple and, like a couple other items, was on both our lists in big capital letters: It had said something like: Our sex life is dull, routine, not as exciting as it was when we were first married."

We had decided to defer that for resolution until after each of us doing more thinking about it, discussing it with our other trusted long time married friends, look on the internet, see what Google had for wisdom and then revisit it together in a week.

I remember we both had slept much better and kissed goodnight with renewed confidence and love for one another that evening when bed time came. The air and the atmosphere was a lot clearer except for the fact that sex in marriage was one of those big items like: trust, eating, respect, honesty, etc. and carried more weight than some of the simple things we had resolved easily enough did.

The week had gone by, turned into two or three by mutual consent as we followed all the trails to understand it and try to find sensible solutions to fix it. Another weekend night came and after dinner and drinks out we had come home and sat down with our lists and notes on the last big question: how to make our sex life exciting again.

I had gotten us each some wine and had snacks out in the sun room on the coffee table when we had sat down and started to talk about it. I will shift to first person so you can have more of a sense of how that sensitive topic went for us and what we resolved to do, were now trying to do.

"Max, do you want to start the discussion or do you want to hear what I found out and what others have been doing? In longer marriages this sex question is a pretty frequent one I discovered with my friends, online and studies."

"Sure, Marie, go ahead. I stumbled into mostly some of the same things."

"Well, my married girlfriends that I trust all said they went thru or were going thru spells or patches of that. The answers to what they did to change it, add excitement again, were all over the map. Some were just plain nonsense. A few worked but only in the right context. The rest were ongoing issues like ours. Three couples I know are living together tho they are now emotionally separated after 20 years with the kids out of the house now. They did not find solutions but in all three cases the wives did not want a solution as they simply did not like their husband anymore or vice versa. Not going to end well for them. Another couple she said were learning to live with it and they have chosen to travel more instead of have more sex. She says they are happy with that direction. I don't know what he says though. One admitted she had more than one affair and her husband probably did as well but they were still together though not enjoying as many of the same things anymore. She told me privately but neither had told their spouse of their affairs. Economics dictated they stay together in many of these cases. The wives in those situations were not wild about their status but were not terribly unhappy about either for reasons they did not share with me. We women once we get started tend to share too much probably.

At the end of my digging, listening, online and with friends the picture was kind of scrambled and there were not a lot of success stories out there about getting the electricity back. There were two couples who did not choose to tell me in detail how they resolved it saying it was very personal. They did seem happy and both of them in each couple talked to me and I believed them. I am not sure what they did, just that it was something unconventional but worked well for them on rare occasions from what I was able to pry out of them.

So, my digging did not really find an obvious and easy solution with lots of suggestions about role playing, etc. to spice it up but it struck me that none of those was substantive or likely to lead to real change. Can you imagine me coming out of the bedroom or the car in a short cheerleaders dress and sweater with no bra and panties on and thinking it would re invigorate us year in and year out? Or maybe wearing a police lady's uniform? I was a little discouraged, actually, Max."

I was carefully listening to her and checking off the points she made from my own list as she went thru it. Amazingly, we had found almost the same thing so when she was done sharing I spoke up: "Marie, your points and what I found are right in line. I kind of concluded the only one who had found the long term secret were the same couples you talked to that did not share what they did with you. I knew the husbands of both really well and they did share with me. Do you want to hear what they are doing? You might want to be sitting down and have more wine when you hear it, honey."

"Okay, Max, what did they do?"

"I am sworn to secrecy and now so are you if I tell you. They did not do this with one another but separately and did not tell others they were doing it. They swore the results satisfied them and really added the old spark back, done judiciously, openly with great communication before and after. It does not make sense to me but in my words, here is what both couples did and do once or sometimes twice a year. They make sure they find another couple with the same issues then they get to be friends and arrange to meet separately with the wives switching husbands for a night together where anything goes out of town. They have every form of intimate sex they can imagine, come home and share what they have done often including images and names with their spouses and refer to it when intimate about it for months and months until they think they need to recharge and do it again, often changing the other couple. They call it a Lifestyle. I call it swinging but judiciously and not often."

Marie's eyes almost bugged out with disbelief. "How in hell does that make their marriage better? Does not sound logical to me. What happens if somebody brings home a disease or gets hurt, falls in love with someone else, gets jealous over some intimacy slight? Man, that seems risky to me. What if the woman likes the husband but the other husband finds the first one's wife not attractive and does not participate? Did you ask them that?"

"I did, Marie. My response was disbelief just like yours just now. They said they had one or two of those incidents early on but chose to tell each other every single thing they each did and were completely honest that it was only sex and friendship, not love, a fashion shoot, a Hollywood movie set so normal was fine. It was for them just adding physical sensation variety for variety's sake and nothing else with clean, safe people. Both men had been snipped so the only question was disease, not pregnancy tho most are now past that age or getting there. I have to say that it sounded a little or more than a little like a rationalization for something they just wanted to do in the moment except it took a lot of effort and time to set up.""

"Did any of the women tell their husbands they were afraid of what another man might say or think seeing them without clothes on or being middle aged instead of young people all tight and attractive?"

"Yep, both husbands made comments that when they first started they were each nervous. The wives were nervous about their appearances and the reception they might get. After all, for them it had been years since they had entertained any other man seeing them in lingerie or naked and in this culture that was a big tension builder. The men were worried about what would happen if the tension of something that different would all of a sudden make them impotent, have a cock that was soft as a noodle and unable to perform or that another man might have a bigger dick than they did, that sort of thing."

"What did they do to get past that, Max? Did they tell you?"

"Yes, they did. The basic answer was choose the couple you were going to do this with carefully, be honest in every way upfront and get to know them fairly well before trying. While trying don't by shy or expect to get the reaction you might have gotten at age 20. The benefits of knowing yourself and your body better in many cases actually made them all better and wider ranging, physical lovers now they said. They went ahead and found that their partners almost always had the same fears which they ended up laughing together about even as they were naked in bed and being intimate with one another. The other clue was not to do it very often or always with the same people. Both said once or twice a year was enough, done very discreetly. Oh, they also said that the arrangements were almost always made through the wives finding their possible partners and setting the details of doing it up. They talked to one another about stuff like this more and were better at organizing."

"Max, you found out a lot. I wonder how much of it is true? If it is true, how on earth would we start it if we could get up the nerve to try it?"

I looked at her, smiled and answered her: "Well, dear Marie, first of all, I think you are gorgeous and any man in his right mind would want to make love to you, find you attractive, maybe even an older man or perhaps one of those younger men who like more mature women who know how to fuck. Be confident. I think it sounds like it might have at least some potential for us and if that is true, we should maybe try it, at least explore towards trying it..

I think I sense you agree with that. Then the real question is how are you going to find the right partners for us to try it at least once!"

Marie threw a pillow at me and grinned. "You want to do it, Max?"

"I am maybe willing to try it with you and the right couple. I could not take seeing you in the same room with another man though so it would have to be separate for me. I don't want some 22 year old woman and was kidding about you messing with a young man. I think that if we have the nerve to do it we should stick with our general age range and life experience so it is smoother. Tell me the truth, right now if you took your panties off would your vagina be wet?"

"I already checked once. The answer is: yes. Okay, big guy. You are on for at least an in depth investigation. One time we might try it. God, I have so many things I am nervous about just talking about this. I am going to go back to those two wives separately who would not tell me what they did and try again, see if they will share how they found their occasional partners and what actually happened when they did it. This could take months to do and I am not convinced the logic works to "help" our marriage. It still seems to me that it would split our marriage if anything even if it is exciting..

Now, big boy, let's get to bed and I will let you check my pussy and suck my tits as you fuck me. I am already excited and want you to use your big dick to make me silly with it tonight so there must be merit to the idea."

After we had a rousing bout of fucking, we both slept soundly, neither of us really thinking it could or would happen.

I put the subject mostly out of my mind and for about two weeks we did not talk about it. Eventually, while driving together Marie brought it up, said she had met with each of the other women who had finally opened up and shared their thoughts which started out just like our skepticism, that they had a list of couples they knew who were at the same marriage ages and stages and had used it to find the couples they had done it with. Turns out that they had really only done it once a year for two years and with different couples each time. Both said that so far it had worked out for them.

I had asked Marie if they had shared the list or added our names to it and she had said she did and that both our email addresses were on it and a g rated photo of us as a couple taken months earlier as well as a profile she had added.

Her advice to me had then been to check my email and spam folder now and then for anything from the list in case someone chose to contact us.

Two more weeks went by before anything happened other than Marie and I sat down at the computer and looked at the list and the profiled couples on it. They were pretty much normal like us so that was comforting. We had not inquired to anyone else but about a week later we each got an email from the same nice looking couple on the list asking if we would like to join them for dinner and get to know one another as friends to see if anything might develop. Marie and I had talked, decided the worst that could happen was we would get to be friends so she arranged with Brenda, the other wife, for Marie and I to meet them for dinner on an upcoming Saturday at a restaurant on the edge of town, Marie and I, Brenda and William, her husband.

We had gone, met them and had a delightful evening with new friends which ended with after dinner drinks at the bar then heading home after brief hugs and goodbyes laced with promises to do this again. Sex was never mentioned which was a relief at the time for us.

The two wives struck up an email and cell phone regular conversation and shared more so it was not a surprise when they finally asked if we wanted to visit them at their house which was 45 minutes away and perhaps stay over to "save the drive home."

I was not opposed though this had pretty clearly been a step towards getting more intimate or the possibility of it since the barbecue, bedrooms and privacy with our new friends were all very convenient and could easily lead to other possibilities.

At the time, Marie and I had discussed it knowing it might mean we actually went ahead and had sex with someone outside of our marriage. We both had agreed they were more than nice enough, we liked them and could see ourselves enjoying sex if that happened but we had both still been pretty nervous about it. We decided to accept and a week went by quickly enough as the date arrived.

We had driven to their house, been welcomed by them and the family pets, enjoyed the barbecue, drinks in moderation and found ourselves sitting around in the family room talking. When Brenda went into the kitchen for something Marie went to the bathroom, William suggested when they returned that I might want to have Brenda sit next to me and Marie next to him. I agreed and that is what happened in a very relaxed, natural sort of fashion.

When we had done that the dynamic in the room changed though the flow of conversation did not. Two more glasses of wine and Brenda had moved very close to me while William was sitting with one arm around Marie who winked at me and was not objecting, approving of the evolution, where it was clearly heading.

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It was strange seeing her that way I had to admit to myself. Just then Brenda had casually put one hand on my leg and said, loud enough for them to hear also, to me: "Max, would you like to see the rest of the house with me for a while, just you and me?"

I had agreed, stood up and followed Brenda after taking her outstretched hand, nodding at Marie who motioned her head "yes" back to me. After I turned to follow Brenda I think I heard her shift and I could swear she had turned to kiss William but by then my eyes had been following Brenda's ass as it moved in front of me.

Our tour had been a pretty short one as she had showed me their bedroom, closed and pushed the lock button before asking me if I felt as much like trying this with one another as she did. My answer had, despite my long term misgivings, been that I very much wanted to and thought she was gorgeous. With that we began a hungry kissing session getting our tongues tangled, exchanging fluids in our mouths and feeling each other's bodies more and more. She finally stepped back, unbuttoned my shirt, undid my belt and started to do her clothes as well as we both got naked. My cock was at full mast when it popped out of my shorts as she removed her bra, then her panties to show me Brenda Au Natural completely nude.

Despite both being nervous we set that aside, closed and my gigantically stiff cock went against her stomach as we kissed then between her legs rubbing her furry cunt which was already wet until she and I walked tiny little steps with her backward to the bed and I knelt and ate her cunt, the first one in many years other than Marie's. I lost all perspective especially when we reversed and she sucked my cock and fondled my balls as I held and played with her nice set of 38DD sagging tits with their brown raspberries topping each one. As soon as I was fully engaged with her clit she had an orgasm and when that was done and my tongue had probed her cunt she had grabbed my hair, asked me to get up and "take me."

Beyond any sense of reason, morality or nervousness, bareback cock and all, I did get up, waved my cock in the process and helped her scoot up on her back, spread her legs wide and show me her entire crotch, cunt lips swollen and wet below a nice half inch long engorged clit, ready to take me.

She had her eyes open, focused on my cock, her head had been nodding, hands on either thigh, clearly wanted me to enter her. When I had done so with the head of my cock spreading her lips, finding her muscles inside then moving past them she had cum again, had said this was the most exciting fuck she had had in years and we began, in and out, up and down, back and forth with my balls swinging down against her ass almost slapping as our rhythm built.

We could feel one an other's heat, sense the wet smoothness of my cock inside her and the softness of those big tits and our kisses as we fucked, came, rested for a little while cuddling and talking, then started on our sides and fucked again, slower, more leisurely. I had not thought of Marie even once as this had all been happening. Hormones 201 had fully engaged which checked my brain into an off duty posture and I had just enjoyed the intense feelings with all my nerve endings. This time when we were done I put my hand on her pussy and felt the wet sticky fluids we had both contributed, put some on my fingers and let her suck them then rubbed some on her tits and licked it off before admitting that I had no more in me that night. She had laughed, said she needed either a shower or a washcloth and towel to clean up. We had opted for showers, drying off then some more kisses before getting dressed. She insisted that I take her bra and panties with me as memories since it was her first time at this like it had been mine. She took some cell phone images of me and my cock and inside her along with one short movie of us fucking for her memories and shared them all via email with me. I think I remember her saying William was a photographer and he was probably doing the same thing with Marie as they had sex if they did. When we had been ready we finished the house tour, two hours since we started it later at ten o'clock, and were back in the kitchen getting more wine when William and Marie returned for the same thing, holding hands familiarly, smiling. Marie had her blouse far less buttoned and her hair was mussed more than usual when she came and kissed me, looked back and had said something like, "My, don't you taste different, Max!"

She was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. It was pretty obvious that she and William had been up to something almost exactly like Brenda and I had. She had definitely eaten and fucked his Canary! Our spouses had rejoined each of us and we all agreed it was time for bed so Marie and I had headed for the spare room whose bed had been hastily remade, quickly got ready and into bed. The house was quiet as we talked. She and William had done almost exactly what Brenda and I had in the room we were sleeping in. I had asked her how she felt about it and she admitted once she got over her hesitation, nervousness, insecurities about getting naked, seen William's modest cock stiff as a curved board, she had felt what I felt, total passion, had not given me one thought or whether it was right or wrong, just enjoyed his naked body, sucked his cock, guided it into her pussy and fucked him with electricity and sensations like she had never had such good sex before. They had also fucked twice, once missionary and once doggie style where William was behind and rubbed her ass with the head of his dick before sliding down and into her wet with their prior cum pussy then afterwards had also showered and talked before going back for more drinks and reuniting.

I had asked about images and she said William had taken several, including a short movie, sent them to her on email of them fucking and him and her naked which we both said we would download, save, look at each other's at home. She had, when we were done sharing the experience, asked the million dollar question: would this improve our marriage and did we want to do it again?

Surprisingly, despite the enjoyment, both of us said the answer to both questions was no. After this one experience we each thought it would lead to more sex with others and weakening our marriage for pleasures of the moment, would get to be addicting. We went to sleep preparing for breakfast and this same conversation with Brenda and William, also first timers, to see what their answers were going to be before we left and drove home and back to our lives, experiment in hand, activity enjoyed immensely, but stopped.

We had all been dressed and ready for the day as Brenda and William met us in the kitchen and made coffee and breakfast. We thanked them profusely, said we had enjoyed the dinner and dessert especially and waited to see what they would say.

In return they had said the same thing, it was the experience of their lives as a couple but they had a question for us as we were all first timers. Would this make our marriages stronger or weaker which was what we had all come for relying on the experience of others to get there.

Our answers of no and no turned out to be exactly the same as theirs and we told them we had loved it but this was our experiment and despite how lovely it had gone we thought it was not going to make us stronger but addicts to it. They had arrived at the same conclusion and as we hugged as friends which we would stay as going forward but not lovers or swingers, William had commented that he was glad they had images of all four of us involved and that would be their electricity spark in the future.

Both of us as couples stayed in touch but as friends and within a day each couple had removed our postings from the list.

We had walked on that side of the line enough and decided our heads were right, it was more risk than reward even though it had felt wonderful at the time to other parts of our bodies. We wanted to stay married more than have temporary pleasures was what we four had decided after testing the theory the other way..

You could almost get biblical with thoughts like that, couldn't you?