Seems Like Old Times

Nobody chooses to get bored. It just happens. Even if you find an activity you love and know you’ll love forever, the reality is that you’ll still get bored by it eventually. Sadly, it’s the same with people. I never intended to get bored with Robert.

To be fair, I can’t say I was bored with him. I was bored with us, with the situation we were in after 10 years of marriage. I loved being married, and Robert is not only a wonderful man but a wonderful husband and provider for our family. I truly had no complaints. Except that after years of being together it was tough to have things seem new and exciting again.

I was lucky that Robert felt the same way, and had the guts to say so. Many couples claim to be very close, yet hide from the difficult topics like “I’m sorta bored with fucking you, honey.” Once, with the kids in bed, we were able to take a rare moment on a weeknight to sit and share a glass of wine, and Robert brought up the subject of bedroom boredom. The next thing you know we had an hourlong talk, which he ended by saying, “We should make more of an effort to have it be different.”

That sounded great but really wasn’t a legitimate solution. I had no idea what he meant by it, or what it meant that we would do next. I found out the following Friday morning.

The day started like any other, but took a quick turn after I showered. Robert is always gone for work by the time I get out of the shower. When I had ­finished drying off and returned to our bedroom, there was an outfit laid out on the bed with a note that read: “I think you would look good in this today. Would you do me a favor and wear it, with some sexy underwear under it?” The outfit was nothing too special, just a blue business skirt, a white blouse and high heels.

Robert had never done anything like this. On the plus side, at least I didn’t have to decide what to wear to work! I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out one of Robert’s favorites, a light green lacy thong with a pink ribbon on the front, which I’d worn as part of an outfit on his birthday that year.

As I left the house I had an odd feeling. I don’t know how to describe it except as a little of the “butterflies in the stomach” you get from being slightly nervous—except I wasn’t nervous! It was just that Robert had never left me a note like that before. Having nerves due to a surprise from someone you’ve known for years is odd! Robert must have been planning something, but I had no idea what. Honestly, I was thrilled by the sense of mystery.

Work went by like any other Friday. Sure, it sucked being there, but on Friday the idea of the pending weekend always puts everyone in good spirits. I hadn’t thought much about Robert’s request. Maybe he just wanted to know he had picked my outfit for the day, and it was as simple as that.

At 11, my cell phone buzzed with the announcement of a text message. There was a text from Robert with the subject “Lunch?” My first reaction was slightly pained at the idea. I did love Robert, but I had a busy day and had planned to just grab a quick bite and work through lunch. I sat holding my phone preparing a “sorry … can’t today” text when I received another text. It was also from Robert: no words, just a picture, which I could tell he’d taken in his office. It was of his fully hard cock.

That was a shock! We had never sent each other anything like this before. Looking at that cock, I felt a tingle in my pussy. Which was strange. I’d seen that cock millions of times, and done all kinds of things with it. But the picture staring out at me so unexpectedly from my cell phone excited me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I quickly texted back: “Actually I think I CAN do lunch.” And I realized I had quite a smile on my face! A few minutes later I received a text that said: “Room 232 @11:30,” along with the address for a hotel about two blocks from my office. My initial reaction was to text back “WTF?!?”

Except I suddenly realized this wasn’t the game today. The game had started with Robert choosing my outfit and letting me choose my underwear. Now he was suggesting a sex lunch, letting me say “yes” or “no.” The rules of the game seemed new and different—and sexy. And so far it was working for me!

I suddenly remembered that we used to do a sex lunch once in a while! That was when we were first dating. After a while I guess it just stopped, and suddenly that morning I realized that I missed it. The tingle in my pussy flashed again! The feeling of what was going to happen, and not knowing what was going to happen, was getting to me—and I loved it!

I knocked on the door of room 232 right at 11:30, and Robert opened it wearing nothing but a black satin robe. He took my hand and led me into the room, not saying a word. I wanted to say a hundred things that were running through my mind but decided that I liked the silence!

We stood at the foot of the bed, and Robert began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. We had done this a thousand times before, but today it felt new, and as I looked in his eyes, it was making me hot! He peeled off my clothes slowly—my blouse drawn off my shoulders, my skirt unzipped and slipped down to the floor, my bra released expertly and slipped off my arms, finally my stockings rolled down my legs.

It all left me standing before him with just the sexy underwear he had asked for, until he slipped my heels back on my feet. He stood up again and tipped my chin up a little with one finger, then leaned in and kissed me very slowly and very deliberately. The crazy thing was, this also felt different somehow.

Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was the fact that we’d discussed the boredom lately. Maybe it was the hotel room at lunch. Hell, maybe it was all of it together. The kiss just felt different. I knew he really, really wanted me by the passion I felt in that kiss. It was deep, with our lips meeting, and sucking and caressing each other in just the right way, but also in a way that felt like we were doing it for the first time. It made me wet, and a slight moan escaped my mouth. He responded by mixing his tongue with mine very slightly, very gently, and again my mind raced and my pussy tingled.

While we kissed and held each other, Robert’s fingertips found my erect nipples. He stroked my breasts lightly around the edges, then brought his fingers forward to my nipples again and pinched them lightly, as if he was gauging exactly how hard they were. The ­caressing and pinching of my nipples sent yet another wave of pleasure through my whole body, including my pussy. I pushed my crotch tight against him, and he moved his kisses to my neck. I moaned my approval.

There was a small table and two chairs in the room. Robert led me by the hand toward the table, slid away one chair, then pushed me to the table. I was confused but I also didn’t hesitate one bit in bending over the table. Without words, I knew that that was what he wanted me to do. As I bent over, my ass protruded up in the air, since the table was slightly lower than my hips.

Robert stood behind me. He tucked his fingers just inside the waistband of the thong I had picked out for him and began to roll it down my thighs. My legs were slightly spread. I had to bring them closer together as the panties were pushed down to just above my knees, where he stopped, leaving me with my legs slightly bound by the panties around my knees.

This was a helpless feeling, yet it also made me so wet, I can’t begin to describe it. It just struck me as dirty, and that had my heart racing and my pussy throbbing. I needed relief so badly, I was about ready to beg.

Next, Robert knelt behind me. I felt his face close to my rear. I heard and practically felt him take a big breath as if he was drawing into him the wetness and scent of my pussy. He repeated this a few times, and again I had the odd yet wonderful sensation that he loved the scent of my nearly dripping pussy. His arousal in turn made me even more wet.

I felt Robert’s hands on my ass cheeks. He shook them lightly up and down, real quick. Feeling my ass jiggle made me moan. I reached a hand back and put it on top of Robert’s as he shook me. He took my hand firmly and put it back on the table. He leaned on my back and pressed me even farther down on the table. I felt his muscular chest bearing down on me, so my stiff nipples were pressed against the cold tabletop, which made me shiver.

I felt his hard cock nestle in the crack of my ass. As he rubbed against me, he gyrated his hips lightly up and down. I felt his hands travel around my sides, lightly rubbing and sliding up until he had my rock-hard nipples between his fingers and pinched hard—a powerful pinch that was closer to the point of pleasure than pain, though it was there on the edge. I gasped.

Robert whispered in my ear, “Grip the far edge of the table with both hands and don’t let go. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never felt before.”
I was now bent over the table as far as possible, with my ass high in the air and my hard nipples rubbing against the tabletop. I reached all the way out and gripped the far edge of the table. Reaching out that far almost made my heels lift out of my shoes! My thighs pressed against the table edge, and my ass lifted just a bit higher.

Robert knelt down again and with both hands held my rear slightly open. My pussy was literally dripping. As my juices ran down my inner thighs, he leaned in and from behind ran his tongue lightly all along my pussy, getting a mouthful of my wetness. “You taste so damn good, baby,” he said, and he continued to lick at my wet opening and breathe in my scent.

He reached around my hip and with two fingers rubbed my clit back and forth very rapidly. I couldn’t help but release a huge moan. He said, “You like that, baby?” I let out another moan.

I was shocked by the hard spank that came down on my bare ass. “Baby, I asked you a question,” he said. “The question requires an answer. Please don’t make me spank you again for disobedience.”

I heard what Robert said, but at this point I was in a slight trance. A trance mixed with complete abandonment of anything other than my fully-turned-on throbbing clit and the fact that my husband had me hotter than he ever had before—ever.

I managed to blurt out, “Yes, honey, I fucking love it!” Again I got a nice hard slap on my ass. My right cheek was on fire. I tried to imagine how it must look, and I was so turned on, I could barely stand it.

Robert said, “No, baby, when you answer me you need to use my name.” Immediately I answered, “Yes, Robert, I fucking love it!” It was as much a moan as a sentence.

Again I suddenly recalled that we had done this before, played a little domination game. Robert would ask me to answer filthy questions, and he insisted that I always use his name in my response. This was a way-kicked-up version of that old game, and so far I was a big fan.

After Robert kissed and nibbled and basically sucked off my wet pussy, I felt his tongue leave my cunt. He sighed then, and his tongue began to gently probe and flicker on my asshole. The fingers that were so forcefully rubbing on my clit and pleasuring me continued as my ass suddenly went through the wonderful sensations of touch as Robert’s tongue licked and darted in and out of it. I opened up farther and farther, and was now moaning nearly nonstop.

We had done anal, so this wasn’t a completely new sensation. But like everything else today, it was different—and certainly way different from anything we had done lately. We had true excitement once again.

Suddenly I felt nothing! Robert had stopped devouring my backside and stood up. I knew not to disobey and let go of the table, so I turned my head back over my shoulder to see what was next. And then his cock was at my lips and pushing into my mouth. There was come oozing out of the head. It ran down my lower lip as he gently took hold of the back of my neck to guide my rhythm to his liking.

He kept turning my head to guide me gently as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth in every way possible—deep in the back of my throat, quick jabs in and out across my tongue, probing first into one cheek and then into the other, to the point where I thought he would poke a hole in my face. He was manhandling me, but in a way that wasn’t rough, just insistent, and I loved it.

After doing some of the best cocksucking I had enjoyed in my life, I had drool pouring out of my mouth which I couldn’t control. Robert asked me, “Are you my perfect little cocksucker, honey?” and then withdrew from my mouth. With slobber halfway down my chin and neck I blurted out in a really shaky voice, “I am, baby! I am!”

My knees suddenly felt weak, and I almost fell, but Robert stood up and moved behind me again. I felt the head of his cock, gripped in his fist, right at the opening of my pussy. He barely pressed forward, and it slipped right in me, with a quickness that further ­displayed how wet I was. He plunged all the way in, then pulled nearly all the way out, over and over, with my moans accompanying each thrust.

As Robert thrust away, he gripped my ass cheeks for leverage. I expected to see marks left on them when I looked in the mirror the next day! And as I thought about it, I knew that when I saw them, I would frig my clit while thinking about this fucking I was getting now. The way he was thrusting into me, so firm and deep, the only thing I could think of was a coat on a coat hook, or maybe a fish that has swallowed the bait and is on the hook with no chance of escape.

The way Robert’s cock was impaling me, it was like my pussy hung onto his cock the way a picture hangs on a nail. He was literally holding me up from falling with his cock buried in me, and his cock seemed harder than I had ever felt it. It was like a steel rod that had me propped up. It was just railing into me in a perfect rhythm of strokes that had me on the verge of coming almost instantly.

I blurted out, in a voice that was near sobbing, “My pussy is gonna come! My pussy is gonna gush, baby!” Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. Again I began to raise my head to look back to see what he was doing. Then his fingers were intertwined in the hair on the side of my head and his cock was at my lips and sliding in my mouth again. I wanted to plead with him to get back in my cunt so I could come. I truly felt such a strong need for release. That cock was coated in my pussy juices, which made me feel like a total sex slut. I sucked it in my mouth like I wanted to swallow it into my chest.

When he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, it was covered in the thick spit that had come up from my throat. He held his palm in front of my mouth and said, “Spit, honey! Spit the rest of that nice lube in my hand. We’re going to need it.” I gathered as much of it as I could in the front of my mouth and spit it in his palm. As I did, I instantly knew what was coming next. Another moan escaped my lips, and I felt my ass lift higher as if I wasn’t controlling my body anymore.

Robert smeared the spit all over his already-dripping cock and moved behind me to fuck me in my ass. I gripped the edge of the table in preparation, and he slipped his cockhead in. I could not remember a time we had done anal when I was so ready for him right away. He slid in slowly, a little deeper and deeper, really being gentle.

I appreciated the care he showed in such a delicate position, but it was the exact opposite of what I wanted. “Pound that ass, Robert!” I shouted. “Come on, baby! Fuck that ass!” And then he did! With no reserve or delicacy, he  pounded his cock all the way in and out of my stretched asshole.

It felt fantastic to be given exactly what I wanted. I knew I was going to come very soon. And almost the moment that I thought about coming, a wave overtook me. It started as a deep moan in what felt like my soul, a slowly rising moan that began as I felt my whole body release in orgasm. My clit, my ass and my heart felt like they were simultaneously releasing everything they had built up inside them. It felt like all the tension that had built up over the state of boredom we had felt recently was being released, along with every bit of stress in my body.

This continued for what must have been nearly a full minute as I nearly collapsed onto the tabletop—and probably would have fallen down if not for the fact that Robert’s hard cock was still railing in and out of my ass. He began to say something incomprehensible, which turned to a grunting sound, and suddenly my ass was empty.

I was completely debilitated from the orgasm, and my head was turned to one side with my face resting on the cool tabletop. I opened my eyes just in time to see Robert stroking the length of his cock near my face. Though I was still recovering from my orgasm, I used all the strength I could muster in an attempt to move my mouth toward that gorgeous cock.

It was futile, though. I was still physically wrecked. Robert began to come in spurts. Each spurt felt steaming hot as it landed on my cheek, then spilled over the side of my neck and in my hair. I closed my eyes to protect them from getting come in them.

Having my eyes closed let me really feel the come shooting on me—I loved the sensation. I felt a smile grow as each jet of Robert’s excitement landed on my face and neck. I had never ever felt as truly satisfied as I did then.

After Robert was finished, he lifted me up from the table, picked me up off the ground and carried my nearly limp body like a newlywed is carried across the threshold of the honeymoon suite. He laid me down on the bed, which was as soft as any I had ever felt. It was like the sensations of pleasure we had shared in this room were never going to end! He stroked my hair while he lay next to me and trailed his tongue across my cheek, then kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and mixed the still-warm come in our mouths.

Robert stopped kissing and whispered, “Hotel sex for lunch won’t cure boredom entirely, but it’s a start. Don’t you agree?”

I answered exactly what I felt at that moment: “I love you so much. I always have.” Then I reached for my purse so I could get my phone and call in sick for the rest of the afternoon.•