A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 05

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Gwen blushed at the reference and smiled back. "So, are you going to tell him what you did?" She asked, attempting to steer the conversation back to her sister-in-law.

"The next time I need some attention, for sure," The smiling blonde replied. "Won't be tonight, though. He's got a dinner with clients. I'll probably have to take matters into my own hands, as long as the kids give me some alone time."

Gwen knew exactly what her sister-in-law was referring to, but it took her longer to guess at the reason for her night's plans. "Are you saying it excited you to do that at the beach?" she asked, the answer dawning on her.

"Why would I do it otherwise? There's gotta be something in it for both parties, y'know.? It's kinda fun thinking I might be imagining him at the same time he's imagining me." Both women were quite for a moment.

"Did you tell Tim about your dressing room adventures last week?"

Gwen continued to stare out at the road. "No, I'm really afraid he'll get mad."

"I'm pretty sure he won't. Just tell him about the first time—that was completely unplanned. See what he says. He's a very open-minded, even-tempered kind of guy." Natalie made the turn into the Nelsons' dirt driveway. "Thanks for coming with me. I'm glad you said yes."

"Me too," Gwen answered truthfully. "Hey, are you working Friday?"

"Uh-huh. Why?"

"Want to come over and ride before work?"

"Sounds like a plan. 11?"

"11." The two women hugged across their seats, Gwen climbed out, and Natalie was off with a honk of the horn.

She took a quick shower and changed into more conservative clothing before heading out to the workshop to check messages and catch up on paperwork. It was not long before the trucks started to roll in. Soon the boys were off, and she and Tim made their way to the house to make dinner.

As was the norm this time of year, the couple made their way to the pool after the meal, sweet teas and towels in hand. Tim was very appreciative of the bikini his wife chose to wear, making his approval known with compliments, hugs and kisses. For her part, she did not push him away when he copped a feel of her fabric-covered derriere.

The evening routine continued, some TV before Gwen retired to the bedroom to read, Tim following along shortly after. The book was put down, the light turned off, and she nestled into her husband's side.

"Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"There's something I should tell you..."

Her husband could tell by her tone it was serious. "Uh-oh. Did you forget to make the bank deposit?"

"No, nothing like that...I was shopping last week...you know, at Crandall's? Well, I was in the dressing room trying on a dress, and, well...the curtain was open a little—it was an accident, I swear—and, I, uhh, think a man saw me in there."

"A guy saw you naked?"

"No, not naked!" Gwen hurriedly countered. "I was wearing my underwear, but I'm pretty sure he saw it all."

Tim chuckled and hugged her close. "Lucky guy. He didn't bother you after, did he?" he asked in a more menacing tone.

"No, no, nothing like that, it's just that, you know, another man saw me like that. You're not mad, are you?"

Tim chuckled again. "Of course not. Like I said, lucky guy."

The two were silent for a moment. "Was he an older guy, or younger?"

Gwen thought about her second exposure, the one she had orchestrated, and decided that was not a topic for tonight. "Older."

"Well, I'm sure he has a very pleasant memory to treasure." He hugged her close and kissed her briefly, then again, with more passion. No more words were spoken as his hand found its way under her t-shirt to land on her panty-covered hip. It quickly glided up the turn of her waist as his kiss became more fervent, pushing the fabric up as it did so until her reached her uncovered breasts. His touch on her flesh was not rough, but it was more forceful than she could ever remember. Gwen reached to his midsection to find her husband's staff already fully erect underneath his boxers. She had just begun to slide her fingers under his shorts when he abruptly rolled away and on to his back, kicking off the covers as he went. Pointing his legs towards the ceiling, Tim hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them off his hips, his manhood briefly catching on the fabric before freeing itself and hitting his stomach with a dull slap.

Gwen watched in anticipation as Tim pushed the boxers up and off his legs while rolling to his knees in one fluid motion. There was no hesitation on his part as his hands discarded his own underwear and reached for hers, fingers yanking firmly as her panties were hooked and pulled down her legs, Gwen lifting her hips off the mattress to help their passage. Her husband pulled her leg to the side and moved into the space between her knees, looking down in the gloom to stare at the dark vee of hair atop the junction of her now spread thighs. Crouching over her like a predator stooping on its prey, his hips instinctively drove forward. Tim slowed himself as the tip of his weapon touched her sex, regretting the fact he had not taken more time to give his wife's passage some attention and a chance to lubricate. Slowly his shaft began to push past her lips. To his surprise, his length sank into her in one smooth stroke.

His lovemaking was not the slow, patient build up Gwen had become accustomed to all these years. Instead, his pace and urgency reminded her of the days after they had first married. Still, this was different, she told herself. Back then, Tim had seemed youthful and inexperienced, almost like he was scared she might stop him if he didn't finish quickly. Tonight was something else. Her husband's efforts felt made her feel like she was being taken for his pleasure, that she was his plaything. Gwen found she relished the feeling.

Tim didn't last long after his wife's legs came up and wrapped around his waist as if to draw him into her even more deeply. "Gonna-come-in-you," her husband murmured in Gwen's ear in cadence to his thrusts.

She was shocked. The couple never spoke during sex; a soft groan or sigh was considered the ultimate vocal expression of their physical excitement. "I-want-you-to," she softly replied as her husband continued to hammer into her.

With a final thrust, Tim held true to his word and buried himself deep. With the memory of Tim's hand-induced orgasm from several nights before her still fresh in her mind, Gwen's imagination conjured up images of his penis firing jet after jet of milky white spend deep into her womb, splattering against her like eggwhites thrown against a mixing bowl.

Tim groaned and lay still, spent, doing his best not to crush the body beneath him. His wife's thighs and calves continued to grip the man between her legs, pelvis gently rocking in a vain effort to allow her clitoris to make contact with his pubic bone. He seemed to not take the hint, however, and reluctantly she dropped her legs to the mattress, allowing him to dismount.

He moved to the side and collapsed beside her, satiated, while she rolled away, to head for the bathroom to clean herself. His hand flashed out and caught her by the hip, stopping her on her side, facing away from him. "Wait. Let me take care of you now."

"Let me go clean up first," she asked, attempting to complete her roll off the bed. Still, his hand held her in place. "I'm kind of messy down there."

"I know," Tim chuckled. "I helped with that, remember?" The hand on her hip moved to the junction of her thighs. She again thought to protest, to move, but something held her there. His hand began to prod her open, and she relented with a groan, thankful she would not be facing him when he discovered exactly what she meant.

If Tim was at all squeamish about what awaited him, he showed no indication. His rough middle finger quickly found its way to her opening, pushing in and pulling back his spend to spread it upwards to her clit. Three more times the finger made its way into her, drawing out more of him each time before spreading it in her furrow. Gwen thought the application of the slippery coating wickedly sensual as his finger slid through their combined wetness.

His finger dipped into her a fifth time and left her, only to land on her nipple a second later, spreading their mingled juices over and around her tingling nipple. She gasped at the feeling. Tim's hand returned to her crotch and continued to spread his seed, paying more and more attention to her love button. Gwen was only dimly aware of his flaccid member nestled between her cheeks, her hips rhythmically twitching against him. The rise to her orgasm was slow and delicious, her climax itself was comforting and welcomed.

The both lay there for several moments, Tim nuzzling her neck and ear, before she rose and stumbled to the bathroom. Almost without thinking she stripped off her t-shirt and reached for the roll of toilet paper. Gwen stopped, the Slut giving her pause with an incredibly depraved and perverted suggestion. The naked woman eyed the closed door nervously, checking to make sure she was truly unobserved. A moment to think, another look at the door. Slowly her hand went to her crotch, her middle finger landing between her lips before sliding up inside her into until it could go no deeper. Only then did she withdraw it, glistening with the remains of her and Tim, bringing it to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before pushing it through her lips and on to her tongue like she was licking off cake batter. Gwen tasted the feminine bouquet she remembered from another time and place so long ago, but also for the first time the salty tang of her husband's seed. She knew this act should disgust her, but she also knew it did not. Her perverted curiosity satisfied, she returned to bed.

Tim was pleased to see she came back nude.

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BlackPhobosBlackPhobosover 1 year ago

O conto está cada vez melhor!

yarnspinnerryarnspinnerrover 3 years ago
Love the pace

Gwen's transformation is coming along nicely. And with so many chapters to go, I can only imagine how much she will evolve ;->

MrBondsMrBondsover 4 years ago
Hot !!!!!

I love stories about mature, prudish women who find their inner slut. This story is well written and nicely detailed. I love how Natalie is leading Gwen down the path to "slutsville." Like Tim, I would be turned on if my woman "accidentally" exposed herself publicly.

SunloverSunloverover 7 years ago
Gets better and better

I had read the first story a couple of months ago and it didn't grab me at the time. Just the other day I reread it and then read part 2. Suddenly I was addicted. I started reading and became fascinated with the story. Very well written and entertaining. Especially love the relationship that grows between Gwen and Natalie. I think these stories personify what 95% of married men wish would happen to their wives. I've read the first ten and will continue to read the rest. Great work. Please keep it up.

Lucky3Lucky3over 7 years ago
Lovely

A great erotic story look foward to reading them all....

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