Sandy and I have been married for 20 years; Sandy is slim and attractive at 45, and I’m Mike, tall and athletic at 47. After the early years of frenetic activity, building careers and raising kids, we are very comfortable with each other and our current lifestyle.
The kids, Ryan and Christie, have started university several hours away in each direction. We are now growing accustomed to the quiet and calm that affords us both on the weekends. Sandy is spending more time watercolour painting in the studio we converted from a corner bedroom last year. I am investing more of my time in the electronics shop I have in the basement. I enjoy creating and building on to our automated home and the controls network that runs it.
Sandy is a graphic artist in a young and growing video game company. She started soon after the company was formed, getting in on the ground floor. Her quick mind and burgeoning talent carried her to the head of the graphic arts department there. I set up a duplicate workstation to the one in her work office, here in her home office. This allows her to complete any unfinished work from her day, but still have dinner at home. Sandy’s work sometimes requires her to work through a weekend to meet a release deadline, travel to seminars, or teach workshops.
I am an automation specialist working for an automated solutions development company. I assist in the creation and development of new manufacturing and process controls. As needed, I also direct the integration of new or established solutions into the customers’ facilities. My work also requires me to work through a weekend sometimes to meet a delivery deadline, travel to direct an installation, or travel to troubleshoot urgent problems.
Work outside of the regular work week is not a frequent event, so we are able to spend most weekends at home together. The absence of our children enhances the empty feeling, which isn’t always easy for us to reconcile. We found ourselves in this position one Saturday night, having finished supper and wondering what to do with ourselves.
“Sandy,” I volunteered, “We used to use this time to play board games and such with the kids. Maybe now we can use the time to play some adult games?”
Sandy smiled and replied, “Sure, that sounds good. I’ll grab some finger foods if you want to grab a couple of bottles of wine.”
I retrieved a couple of bottles of Potter Settlement’s Cabernet Franc and two glasses. As I entered the living room Sandy was setting out the snacks and a deck of cards on the coffee table.
“I thought we could play strip poker. What do you think? We haven’t played in so many years,” Sandy said, giggling.
“I’m game,” I said, “Let’s play.”
We had a hoot; talking shit, some risque teasing, and eccentric stripper moves to take off our clothes. By the time we were down to our last articles of clothing, we had gone through one of the bottles of wine, and neither of us was feeling any pain. Sandy had her panties left, and I had my trunks, tented by a nice hard-on. I won the hand, and Sandy had to take her panties off.
“Let’s see a real show this time, sweet cheeks,” I said as I leered at her, openly rubbing my cock through my trunks.
Sandy sashayed over to me with a finger in the band on each side of her panties. She alternated lifting and lowering each side as her hips swayed toward me. Once she reached me, she turned and lowered herself onto my lap. Her legs spread on either side of mine, she began grinding her pussy onto my hard member. I reached around her to grope her 36DD tits but she slapped my hands away.
“Hands off the stripper,” she remonstrated, then continued her act. She stood up and off me, and teased her panties down off her hips and legs, kicking them off to the side. With a sultry sideways glance at me, she turned and positioned herself as before, except facing me. Sandy was grinding her bare, sopping wet pussy on my rigid cock, my face now sandwiched between her tits. It was all I could do to stop myself from exploding all over her. Then she stopped.
“Oh my fucking god, Sandy what are you doing? Don’t stop now!” I cried out desperately.
Nevertheless, she got up and sauntered over to the coffee table, then turned and pouted at me, saying, “I can only do so much when my john still has trunks on. He needs to lose them in the poker game before we can really enjoy ourselves.” Then she giggled and sat, looking at me expectantly.
I groaned and levered myself up, mindful of the iron rod in my underwear inhibiting my movements. I sat, reluctantly and gingerly, and dealt out the next hand. Sandy won this one with a full house. She looked at me appraisingly, smirked, and said, “Well, hubby hunk, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I stood, swaying and thrusting my hips while pulling the front of my trunks down. I ran my fingers around to the back as i turned and showed her my tight butt. Turning again, I slid my trunks down my legs and kicked them off. Gyrating my hips I moved closer to Sandy until my cock was right in her face. She took advantage of that position to extend her tongue and give it small licks as it rotated in front of her. That slowed and halted the rotation as it grew hard again. She responded by engulfing the head in her mouth, licking and sucking with gusto.
“As much as I love the taste of you erupting in my mouth, I crave the feeling of your cock in my needy pussy, filling me up.” She followed her words by shifting forward in her chair, spreading her legs wide to reveal her dripping honey pot.
I wasted no time pushing forward and into her love canal in one slow motion. Our mutual groans and gasps resonated through the room as I bottomed out. I started with long slow strokes, speeding up quickly to pound her pussy. Flesh slapped on flesh as she met each thrust with her own. I could feel the familiar detonation building in my loins just as Sandy cried out her impending release. Four thrusts later we clamped our hips together as her cunt gripped me tight then pulsed, milking the cum it so desperately craved. Finally, she relaxed and we both crashed in the chair, gasping for air and covered with a sheen of sweat.
“Not bad for an old guy, Mike,” she quipped, then barked out a laugh at my expression. “Seriously, that was better than when we were dating, even. I love you deeply and deliriously.”
“I’d have to agree with that wholeheartedly, although it didn’t used to take us as long to recover. Want more wine?” I asked.
“I do,” she said, “Want to play some more, babe?”
“Sure, but what are we playing for now since we don’t have any clothes left?” I asked.
“True, we don’t. How about Truth or Dare? Are you up for that?” Sandy asked.
“I am, and it’s your deal, my love,” I said, as I poured us both some more of the Cab Franc.
I thought I had her with two pair, aces over 3s, but she managed 3 jacks for the win. “Truth or Dare?” she asked with an evil grin.
“Truth,” I answered.
“Ok. Let me think for a minute,” she said thoughtfully. “Have you ever cheated on me?”
“What! Sandy, that’s a heavy question for game night! Ok, ok. No, I have never cheated on you. Never wanted to, never had a reason to. I’ve loved you since we spent our first video game night together. Have you doubted my fidelity?”
“Mike, you are a desirable man. I’ve seen the way women look at you sometimes, and it’s at those times I wonder. Wives are insecure creatures when it comes to their husbands.”
“I hope I’ve set your mind to rest on that subject, then, my love.” I leaned over to give her a soul kiss to back up my words.
I dealt the next hand and won it with a full house. “So, Sandy, Truth or Dare?”
“I choose Truth,” she said, “It’ll give you a chance to get your own back.” She smiled.
“OK,” I said, “What is your deepest, darkest sexual fantasy. Not necessarily something you want in real life. It could be fantasy only. It should be something you have never told me before.”
“Oh boy,” she said, chewing her lip nervously and averting her eyes, a deep blush rising in her cheeks. “Anything I haven’t told you about yet would be because I was afraid of your reaction.” Sandy tried to gather her thoughts.
“Deepest, darkest sexual fantasy, eh? Ok, here goes, but please remember you asked for this, Mike. My deepest, darkest, sexual fantasy, which I actually have never told anyone about, is to spend a night with a handsome black man with a very big black cock.” She looked at me askance as she finished her sentence. “Please don’t hate me, I don’t want this to affect our marriage. It IS just a fantasy.”
“Sandy, it’s ok, everyone has fantasies. There’s no way what you’ve told me is ever going to affect our marriage, or our love for each other. Thank you for telling me, I could see it was hard for you. Let’s have some more wine and try to relax.” I refilled our glasses, which we sipped as we talked a little and fondled each other.
Sandy said, “Let’s play a couple more hands, then retire upstairs to ravish each other.”
“Sounds very enticing to me. It’s your deal by the way,” I said.
Sandy dealt out a new hand, which she won easily. “Truth or Dare, mister,” she said to me.
“I’m going to try Dare this time, I think,” I replied.
“Ok,” she said, “I Dare you to walk out the front door all the way to our mailbox and back exactly as you are now: naked. You’re not allowed to run, nor are you allowed to hide if you see a car coming.” She looked at me with mirth dancing in her eyes. “Don’t forget if you renege on this Dare I can give you another Dare worse than the original.”
(I should note at this point that our home is in a rural area in Canada, which means the road that runs in front of our house is seldom travelled at night. Seldom, but not never.)
“Sandy, what if the neighbours see me? I can’t do this. Let’s stop the game now, before it gets too crazy.”
“Oh no you don’t, the rules are clear and you know full well what they are,” Sandy exclaimed. “I’m going to take this as a renege, Mike, and you know what that means as well. The new Dare is as follows: you will walk out to the mailbox and back with the same rules as before. This time you must jerk off on the mailbox post before you can come back. If you think you’re going to renege on this one as well, think twice. If you do, there won’t be even a whiff of sex for you for two weeks.”
(‘Shit, ’ I thought, ‘caught between a rock and a hard place. Sandy looks like she means it.’)
My heart firmly lodged in my throat, I made my way to the front door, checked for cars, then opened the door and walked out. Looking to my left, I could see the neighbours’ house shrouded in darkness, and no lights in sight on the road. I kept a steady pace as my feet carried me to the gate in our fence, which gives me egress to the mailbox on the side of the road. Sweat stood out on my brow, my heart was running a hundred miles an hour, and anxiety was tunnelling my vision. Yet, there was also a strange sense of excitement brimming up inside me.
I opened the gate and walked up to the mailbox post, wondering hopelessly how I was going to stimulate myself to erection in my present state. I steeled myself, trying to force some level of calm. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Sandy with her legs wide open beckoning me to enter her dripping pussy.
After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, I started to feel a stirring in my groin. The excitement I had felt was blossoming rapidly into a level of sexual tension I had never felt before. My cock became so hard, it only took a few more strokes before I was blasting a huge load of cum all over the mailbox post. Once I was empty, I started to sag as the tension drained out of me. I turned and walked haltingly back to the house, oblivious to being seen.
Sandy threw herself at me when I walked back through the door. “That was incredible!” she cried excitedly, “You were so calm about it.” She kissed me exuberantly. “Let’s play another hand.”
We reseated ourselves at the coffee table, and I dealt a new hand. I felt I had a good hand, as did Sandy, so both our faces were expectant as we laid our cards down. I had two pair; Aces over threes, and Sandy also had two pair; Jacks over fours, which gave me the win.
I looked at Sandy, who had a nervous look on her face, and said, “Truth or Dare, sweet lips?”
She hesitated, then I could see her face change as she decided. “I choose Dare.”
“Well then, let me see,” I said. (I had already decided on her Dare, but wanted to draw it out a bit) “Okay, for your Dare you must walk out the front door naked as you are now and down the driveway. Cross the road and walk down to Mark’s driveway (the next lot west) on that side of the road. Then cross back over the road to return to our driveway and back to our house. You must walk at a steady pace but not rush, or hide if you see a car approaching from either direction.”
Sandy stood, went to the door, and put her high heels on. She straightened her back as she opened the door, stepped out and headed down the driveway. I watched her from the front window, as she had also watched me. At a measured pace she reached the road and crossed over, continuing toward our neighbour Mark’s driveway. Having reached that point she crossed back over, returning to our driveway and then back to the house.
Once she had closed the door, she exhaled a huge breath as if she had been holding it the entire time. “Oh. My. God,” she exclaimed. “That was so exhilarating and scary at the same time. I’m sweating and my pussy is so wet it’s running down my thighs. What a rush! Forget the cards, it’s time for bed and I need you to fuck me silly.”
We rushed upstairs into the bedroom where we sucked and fucked like animals for the next hour and a half before falling, exhausted, to sleep.
Next morning we awoke later than usual, went downstairs to clean up the living room and make our breakfasts. I broke the silence as we were eating. “Last night was incredible for me. You were amazingly sexy and desirable, and I love you so much.”
Sandy blew me a kiss and said, “We should reserve at least one Saturday night a month for adult games. It was like we were young again. The things we did were so hot, it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.”
I got up from my place to give her a hug and a kiss and said,“ I agree 100%. We’ll mark it on the calendar on the fridge.”
The rest of the day was taken up with chores, repairs, and last-minute shopping for the coming week. After supper we retired to the living room and watched some of our favourite shows.
Around 9:30, Sandy suddenly sat up and said, “Mike, I’m really sorry. I need to own up to you that I increased my pace last night when I thought it was dark enough you could no longer see me. I’m going to do it again, only properly this time. Also, instead of just going to Mark’s driveway, I’m going to the next side road before I turn around. That should double the distance.”
“Are you sure?” I said quizzically. “I thought I could see you almost all the way.”
“No, I’m positive. I deliberately didn’t tell you last night because I didn’t think I could do it again,” she replied sheepishly.
Sandy stripped out of her clothes, went to the front door, and put her heels on again. She stepped out the door and started down the driveway. I watched as before, noticing she was walking with a much more confident air. She reached the road and crossed over, then began the long trek to the next side road. I could barely make her out as she reached that point, then crossed back over. I could see she was enjoying herself this time as she began to place one foot in front of the other, strutting her stuff.
Just then, her luck ran out. I noticed headlights approaching from the left, meaning the car would pass on her side of the road. As it crested the hill, the headlights hit Sandy like a spotlight illuminating her gorgeous body. She stopped and put her hand on her hip as she pushed it out toward the oncoming car. The car immediately slowed and stopped right in front of her.
The driver must have put the passenger window down because Sandy walked over to the passenger door and put her head inside. A few minutes later, she moved the rest of her upper body inside the car, her hips resting against the door. I could just see her shoulders moving a little, then she spread her legs further apart and started moving her hips suggestively.
The spectacle continued for some 10 or 15 minutes more, then Sandy straightened up, and the interior light came on. I saw a hand reach across the passenger seat and Sandy retrieve something from it. The interior light went ou,t and the car drove slowly away, the driver probably watching as Sandy resumed her walk to the driveway and back to the house.
