There were sounds, kitchen sounds, cupboards opening, the rattle of silverware, the clatter of plates. Nolan hummed to himself as he puttered around. Sophie wanted to smile at her husband, the image of him completely nude contentedly making a ‘snack’, (though he was driven career wise oftimes to the point of exhaustion, he still loved coming home in the evening when it wasn’t too late and making dinner or mowing the lawn, simple domestic tasks calmed his soul) but she was too aware of Ren, lounging calmly next to her, to appreciate Nolan’s charming actions. Was he looking at her? Did he like what he saw? Should she make conversation with him or was that prohibited? What would she say anyway? Soooo, you come here often? She knew nothing about the man!
Ren cured her fretting by saying “I didn’t know your husband was a domestic goddess?” so wryly that Sophie burst into laughter, all agitation forgotten.
“Oh, he most definitely is. Is he wearing a zebra print apron?”
“No, but I wish he was. That’s something I have to see.”
“It was a birthday gift to me but since he does most of the cooking…. Let’s just say as long as the meals keep coming I’m not going to complain he stole my present.” She sighed and settled back against the pillows, surprised she felt so relaxed and content when seconds ago she had been in the middle of a mental dust devil. “He is a….” her sentence cut off on a squeak, fingers circled her nipple, pinching lightly.
“You were saying…?” He prompted her, finger still moving lazily.
“ummm, ahhhh he is a man of-” fingers moved to the other breast firmly flicking the other sensitive nub.
“I just don’t want you getting sleepy on us.” The finger flicked harder this time, almost painful. There was movement and a mouth settled over the insulted peak. Hot, wet, gentle, the contrast was delicious.
“-many talents.” She finished distractedly. She reached a hand up to pull his mouth closer when his head suddenly disappeared. A cool flat object was settled across her lap. She floundered for a second.
“Dinner is served.” Nolan’s voice announced.
A tray. They were eating off of her. Ren positioned pillows behind her to prop her up. Nolan settled on the bed sitting to the left of her, Ren stayed reclined on her right.
“I kept it light, we don’t even need forks” He pressed a cool glass to her hand, she greedily gulped the cold water, not coming up for air until it was empty.
“I thought you might need that.” He took the glass from her. Sophie heard him settle it back on the tray. There was a rattle, this time Ren put a champagne glass in her hand. She took a deep drink, cold crisp prosecco washed down her throat. She downed half the glass in the first swallow. Both men chuckled. A hand wrapped around her own, steadying her and her glass was replenished. A little sloshed over the rim and trickled across her knuckles, a tongue graciously lapped up the spill.
“Sip this one.” Nolan said firmly “We want your pussy to be sore tomorrow, not your head.”
Ren snorted, Sophie pursed her lips in a pout. “Be a good girl.”
He grabbed her jaw and kissed her roughly, parting her mouth with his pressure, the pout was forced from Sophie’s lips. She flushed with lust for her husband. He was never rough with her, this new side of him, this rough demanding stranger mixed with, as Ren had called him, ‘domestic goddess’, had her more in lust with him than ever before, including the early ‘wild sex in the park’ days. He pulled back, they sat there, nose to nose, Sophie blind to everything but the beating of her heart and Nolan’s steady breathing. She knew what he wanted, she knew what she needed though she hadn’t known it until that very moment.
“Yes sir.” She whispered, he murmured his satisfaction and settled back to his original position, leaving only fingerprints as a reminder of the new path they were taking.
Thinking of Ren having witnessed that little exchange, somehow she knew Ren knew what it meant, she flushed even more. She must look like a tomato by now! She cleared her throat with a sip of prosecco and tried to will away the red. Something was pressed against her lips, into her mouth. A slice of apple, sweet and tart. A water cracker smeared with soft buttery Brie followed next. They sat that way for a long while, eating small bites of food, juicy blackberries, strawberries dipped in homemade whip cream, nutty salty olives, more of the succulent Brie Sophie thought tasted like heaven on earth. In between bites, which she was fed like a baby bird, she sipped prosecco.
The men talked about random non important topics, The Cubs, the weather, the frustrating amount of road construction going. They made sure not to mention specifics about work or mention anyone’s name les she piece together who Ren was. She did figure out that while Nolan and Ren had met through work, Ren did not work at the same law firm as Nolan, which was a huge relief to her. She didn’t think she’d be able to attend company functions after this if he had.
She added a comment here or there but mostly she thought of the incongruity of the situation, 3 people eating, laughing, chatting as easily as if they were on a picnic in a park, instead of completely nude, somewhat strangers to each other and her with cum (that did not belong to her husband) pooling underneath her. Part of her thought she should be embarrassed, ashamed, but she felt none of that. She felt enlightened and energized, empowered to have their marriage and sex life taken to a level she didn’t know was possible. She thought about her friends, both male and female, that complained about how boring sex was, how much of a chore it felt like now, after years of being together. And though she and Nolan hadn’t reached that point yet she could see now that it would have happened. Another year or so and they would have been having sex three times a year. How long would that have gone on before one of them started looking outside of their marriage for the passion and excitement they had once had?
She would share with them, with limited details, that it was possible to get it back. You just have to open your mind, explore and know your partner. Somehow Nolan seemed to know her better than she ever could have imagined, her wants, her needs, her hidden desires. Stuff she would have been too shy to share with him even after 6 years together. She felt a wave of love wash through her for him, he had known, he had seen what was going on with them and he had taken action to correct it, that was a true partner.
The feeling was quickly replaced by irritation, mostly for herself. Why hadn’t she done something to correct the path they had been on? Had she fallen victim to the old stereotype that that was how marriage went? That marriage and married sex was supposed to be boring? Now she was going to have to hear him gloat about it for the rest of their days. She rolled her eyes, glad for the blindfold for once, and pursed her lips into a pout. She was definitely going to have to find a way to one up him to re-level the playing field.
The tray lifted from her lap, Sophie became aware that conversation had stopped and that there was a hard penis nudging her hip. Footsteps drifted away from the bed, the tray was set down with a hasty thunk. She heard a bottle fall over, a splash of liquid, the tinkle as it rolled across the wood floor. There were no signs that the errant bottle was being retrieved. She giggled then, actually giggled. Her husband was in such a hurry to get back to the festivities that he’d left spilt beer on a rented hardwood floor. That would have been unbelievable 3 hours ago. She felt him, the warmth of him, standing next to her. Her head could do nothing but turn in the direction, blinded eyes seeking. She pictured his muscled, slightly furred thighs, just a fingertip away. Her stomach clenched in anticipation.
“So Ren, what position would you like to see Sophie in next?”
The next 2 hours were filled with both passionate and lighthearted play. Ren taught her more ways to please him, and herself, in the process. She re-learned what made Nolan tick in bed, the way he liked her to firmly cup his balls when she sucked his dick, how he liked it when she dug her nails into his ass cheeks during missionary or pinch his nipples when she rode him. Tricks she had not forgotten so much as lost track of. Like buying a book she had already read bu
t not realizing it until the first sentence, then the story came flooding back.
When at last Sophie swore she couldn’t lift a finger let alone another cock for at least fifteen minutes did the men finally relent. Ren brought her a bottle of water, which she finished greedily. He ran his fingers through her hair massaging her scalp, then left her to rest. She heard them murmuring in the kitchen, another round of beers being cracked. She wanted to tell them to just give her a second and she’d be ready to join the party again but the words wouldn’t slip passed her lips, it was just too much effort. Instead she rolled to her side, stretching dormant muscles abruptly brought back to vigorous use and curled up into a ball. For the first time she was grateful for the dark peace of the blindfold, what once caused her erotic anxiety now brought a sense of calm solitude. She would rest for just a minute. Someone covered her with a blanket. Okay, maybe she needed fifteen minutes after all. She was sound asleep a second later.
LATER THAT EVENING
The fire was the only source of light in the cabin. It hissed and crackled its importance but did little to drown out the incessant discord of the cicadas. The windows were wide open allowing night sounds to wash through unfiltered. The fire was for ambiance only, this crisp September night needed neither heating or cooling, it was perfect in its natural state. A breeze, cool enough to hint at the coming winter, took the legs out from under the heat produced by the fireplace.
They lounged side by side on the floor, backs supported by a huge leather couch, directly in front of the massive river rock fireplace. Everything in the place was oversized, from the showers to furniture, including the beds, Sophie had joked that the cabin must have been built by a relative of Paul Bunyan. They had built a nest of blankets and pillows on the rug (not a bear skin rug for which Sophie would be eternally grateful) and a bottle of Pinot Grigio chilled in a bucket next to them. She took a sip of the cold wine, wine she didn’t need to relax her for once because if she were any more relaxed she wouldn’t have a pulse, and sighed in complete contentment. It had been a glorious day, there was no better word to use. Glorious.
When she had woken from her 2 hour nap she and Nolan sat in the hot tub on the back deck, watching small forest creatures, mostly squirrels, chipmunk and rabbit, dart about the trees, moving with frantic confusion as they went about their business. As late afternoon became evening deer came out and tentatively drank from the small stream that cut through the meadow that served as the cabins backyard. The absolute quiet of the setting was almost startling, Sophie and Nolan made a game of trying to hear human sounds, a distant car, the sound of a lawnmower, laughter or talking, they heard nothing but their own soft voices and the gentle shifting of water when they moved. Nolan was charmingly concerned that Sophie would be stiff and sore in the morning so they soaked for quite some time, long enough that she swore they surely were cooked too medium well.
When Nolan thought Sophie’s muscles sufficiently warmed and relaxed they dried off, dressed and went for a walk along the creek. They meandered along the grassy bank, scaring the deer back into the forest and causing bold squirrels to angrily chide them from tree branches. For an hour they walked and talked of nothing of consequence, Sophie occasionally pointing out a pretty flower and wishing aloud she had brought her camera along. They cooked a late dinner, steaks and asparagus grilled on a state of the art Webber, a simple salad of lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes and chocolate cake Nolan had picked up from Sophie’s favorite bakery.
They bickered good naturedly over grilling technique as they both believed themselves to be grill masters; Nolan let Sophie make the salad with no instruction for once which she appreciated. Sophie turned on some music, Alison Kraus’ The Lucky One played soft and clear over hidden speakers. They turned the outside lights off and ate under stars hanging so low over the deck it looked like the stage of a high school play. During dessert, Don’t Close Your Eyes came on and Nolan silently put his napkin on his plate, grabbed her hand and slow danced her around the star lit deck.
Thinking about the day, the dinner, the dance-the rest of it- Sophie knew hands down it was one of the best days of her life, including their wedding day. Today had truly been all about them.
“How did you know?” she asked. She restlessly jiggled Nolan’s foot with hers, shy now that she had broached the subject, she kept her gaze fixed on their intertwined legs.
“About…?” he said after a long pause, waiting for her to elaborate.
Sophie looked up long enough to roll her eyes at him.
“About us. That we…that I…” she trailed off unsure of what she had been trying to say. “That I would be okay with what happened today.” She finished lamely.
“I didn’t, not for sure but…” it was Nolan’s turn to hesitate “but you fell asleep one night with your book in your hand” Sophie’s head jerked up, she looked at him fully now. “and I went to put it on the nightstand and-”
“Oh dear” she whispered, a serious flush creeping up her neck.
“-one word caught my eye. Cock. So I read the sentence and then the paragraph and 10 pages later…” He grabbed her hand, flipped it over and began to trace the lines of her palm. “I realized there was much more to learn about my beautiful wife. That night I promised I would put my accidentally gained insight to good use. After that, whenever I had a chance, I’d take a peek-“
“Oh crap.” Sophie groaned aloud at that, remembering all the stories of spankings, bondage, 3-way sex and S&M she had read over the past few months.
“-at what you were reading just to see where your mind was.” He paused again, smiling blue eyes held brown, she found she couldn’t turn away even mortified as she was. “I discovered you wanted a firmer hand in bed…and maybe a few other areas.”
Sophie opened her mouth, to protest, to explain it was just something to read-purely entertainment, that wasn’t what came out.
“Yes, I think I do.” She said simply. Nolan had gone above and beyond to read her, to get her, it would be a disservice to him to try to deny it, to deny that she had wanted-no needed-something else to fulfill her. He just nodded matter-of-factly, this was not news to him.
“I knew things weren’t quite right with us and I didn’t like it but I didn’t know how to fix it. How to approach you about fixing it. Then I saw your reading material and I realized we both wanted the same thing we just couldn’t bring ourselves to talk about it. I decided to just show you how things could be.”
“You’re amazing. Seriously, honestly amazing.” Eyes still locked she untangled her legs from his and straddled his lap. She felt the heat of the fire at her back but it was no match to the heat between them. She cradled his face between her hands, stroking gently with her thumbs. “Best. Day. Ever.”
He cupped the back of her head, pulling her close until their foreheads met. Their breath mingled, for that moment there was nothing between them but promise. “Happy Anniversary Baby.”
THE END
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