Unspoken Pleasure

My wife and I met, fell in love, and married shortly after college. We live in a small house in the suburbs just outside of Atlanta, it’s a nice up and coming area with plenty of other people our age. My name’s Steve, I work in the banking and finance sector. My wife, Stacey, teaches fourth grade at a local elementary school. We aren’t exactly wealthy, but we maintain a comfortable lifestyle and don’t have many monetary complaints. We are both relatively young, I recently turned 34 and my wife is a few months shy of 29 years old. Our parents have been starting to pressure us into having kids but neither of us feel quite ready, maybe in another year or two. Despite not having any little ones running around the house I do consider our relationship to be pretty special, we share common interests in nearly every social and political category, we’re both animal lovers, progressive minded, and generally decent people.

In addition to connecting on a mental level, we also click on a physical one. Our sex life is great, we are always teasing each other and we usually find time for sex at least a few times a week. I like to consider myself a relatively attractive guy, nearly six feet tall and with semi-attractive features – growing up I never had a huge problem receiving attention from women. With that being said, my wife is a total knockout. She has an angelic face, light brown hair down to her shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, large natural breasts, a narrow waist, and a nice, firm, plump ass. She earns stares everywhere she goes, a complete package. I think most people would consider her to be a real life, flesh and blood, ten out of ten. And if her physical appearance wasn’t enough, she also has a bubbling personality. She treats her kids at school like they were her own, she’s friendly to people from all walks of life, and she’s respectful, intelligent, witty, and caring. I feel profoundly lucky to call her my wife, and I’m happy to say that we are deeply in love.

I do tend to work some long hours, and tonight I was arriving home to the smell of some home cooking.

“Hey baby,” I kissed Stacey on the cheek as I entered the kitchen.

My wife isn’t the type to cook dinner every night of the week, but when she does it’s usually a home run. Tonight she was sporting a sexy little home dress underneath her apron – a glass of red wine was in her left hand as she stirred up some pasta with right.

I suddenly had a moment of panic “Please tell me I didn’t forget a special occasion.”

She laughed “Is a wife not allowed to do something nice for her husband on a whim? You’ve been so stressed this month, I felt like you deserved a nice dinner”

Like I just got done saying, she’s an incredible woman.

Acknowledging that to myself, I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

After a great meal and what most would consider too much wine for a weeknight, we headed upstairs. In no time flat we were naked and pawing at each other. For some reason, tonight more than most nights – I noted how beautiful my wife was. As I gently thrust my six inches into her I noticed her large tits swaying erotically atop her chest. I reached down and clutched her hips, more quickly pumping myself in and out of her gorgeous pussy. When switching to doggy I was captivated by her incredible ass, slapping it lightly and watching the tight ripple along her milky white skin. Her soft moans of pleasure sending me quickly over the edge. I came, faster than normal – luckily she reached a small orgasm right before I erupted. We laid together for a moment, kissing passionately, eventually both heading into the bathroom for a shower.

After cleaning up I took a long look at myself in the mirror – although happy with my life, I couldn’t help but notice that I was gaining some weight, and getting a little flabby. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered me, but a moment of clarity had me feeling that Stacey deserved me at my best. At 29 years old she’d put even the most gorgeous 18 year old girls to shame – she had the perfect body for sex. A body built for fucking, as they say. At that very moment I decided I needed to get back into great shape.

Later that week I decided to sign up for a basketball recreation league. I had played college level basketball for a Division 1 school, and as such was pretty damn good at it. When I told Stacey about the rec league she was excited to learn that I was going to be playing again. Maybe a part of her even looked forward to me toning up a bit. It would also give her a good excuse to come to the park and get some of her own jogging and exercise in during my games.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

A couple short weeks later I was on the court, quickly getting back into the swing of things. Despite some rust, I was easily setting myself apart as one of the best players in the league. I made fast friends with one of my teammates, Frank. He was a 42 year old high school coach, also a former college player, black guy, reasonably attractive, tall, very athletic, and skilled – he seemed a bit too talented to be playing in a basic recreation league, but I suppose I did as well. After one of our wins I introduced him to Stacey in the parking lot.

“Stacey this is Frank, dude is amazing on the court. Frank, this is my lovely wife, Stacey”

She smiled as they shook hands, his large black hand engulfing her delicate white one, Stacey replied, “Yeah I noticed, looks like you’ve been playing basketball for a while, nice to meet you!” as always she was beaming with energy. I immediately noticed that Frank was a bit taken aback by her looks, it’s something I saw often when introducing her to people.

“I don’t know Steve you move the rock pretty well yourself,” Frank graciously replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Stacey”

“Franks actually in the school system too, he coaches the basketball team at the local high school,” I offered to Stacey, “My wife teaches 3rd grade at Westfield, Frank”

They immediately hit it off, discussing the inner workings and frustrating politics of working within the school system. Stacey was a bit flirty as always, and Frank seemed to be enjoying the conversation – I interjected where I could. During the discussion I couldn’t help but notice Stacey glance down at Frank’s shorts every so often. I looked to see what the problem was. I was surprised to see that Frank appeared to have a massive outline of an appendage running down his basketball shorts. It appeared absurdly big and I couldn’t confirm if it was really a penis or just the parking lot lighting and shadows playing tricks on me. I shrugged it off and after a bit more pleasant discussion we exchanged goodbyes and headed home for the evening.

A couple months went by and my friendship with Frank was proving to be a good one. The two of us would often hit bars after the games, Stacey sometimes in tow – we even had him over for dinner on a few occasions. We learned that Frank lived in a small apartment near the high school, he was currently single – his ex-wife apparently leaving him with very little, taking his two daughters out to the west coast. He was only able to see them a few times a year, which seemed to upset him greatly. Despite that, he retained a positive attitude, and he proved to be an intelligent and respectable man.

After one of our games the three of us found ourselves out at one our usual spots. Enjoying some sliders and two-for-one cocktails as was the standard on Wednesday nights.

“I need to use the ladies room.” Stacey said. She stood and headed down the hall. Frank and I both noticed nearly every guy at the bar-top turn their heads and watch her as she left.

“Man, I don’t know how you do it Steve.” Frank said, sipping on his drink.

“What’s that?” I asked, feigning ignorance. I knew what he was getting at but was interested to hear what he had to say.

“I would go insane with jealousy in your position man. You saw it. Every dude in this place just gave Stacey the stare down,” He said, with a notable tinge of embarrassment.

I chuckled “You’re like 15 years older than me and you mean to tell me you still get jealous?” I responded, jokingly.

Frank laughed “Well, admittedly my ex-wife is nowhere near the beauty that Stace is, so I can’t really speak from experience. I just imagine it would irk the hell out of me”

I nodded “I hear you brother, but it’s something I learned to deal with a long time ago. I guess I don’t get jealous very easily because you’re right. If I was that type of guy, I’d lose my mind. I just got to trust her to be her and deal with the errant disrespect once in a while.” I could definitely think back on quite a few occasions where I’d exchanged words with some drunk asshole.

He patted my back, genuinely “Better man than me”

Stacey returned, the same group of guys ogling her as she sat. I gave her a kiss – marking my territory – and we continued watching the game, all of us throwing back some more drinks – talking, laughing, and enjoying the evening.

We wrapped up dinner and Stacey and I headed home, Frank back to his place. Stacey hugged him tightly as she always did during goodbyes. I don’t know why but in those moments I felt slightly bad for Frank, even though he was by no means a man that needed my pity.

The drive home proved to be a flirtatious one.

“Your wife needs a good fucking tonight.” Stacey teased.

“Oh yeah? I think I can arrange that.” I replied, smiling.

She smiled back, flirtatiously “Good, who did you have in mind?” she laughed – and leaned in to kiss me. Although we never discussed swinging or sleeping with other people – we did joke about the prospect on occasion. What married couple doesn’t?

When we arrived back at the house Stacey immediately hopped in the shower. I was feeling no pain and decided, what the hell – as I threw on a porno. We didn’t watch pornography all that often but when we did it was always a good igniter for even more explosive sex. I blindly selected a title from the on demand menu and joined my wife in the shower. I was grabbing at her ass, kissing her tits, and she was playfully fighting me off. She quickly finished, whispering as she stepped out “I’ll be waiting on the bed.”