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Abby and Glan revitalise their marriage - 17th Post

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The couple lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling and breathing. Abby was the first to recover enough to speak.



'Phew. Fuck me, Glan.'



Glan beamed at her. 'I thought I just did.'



'Yeah, honey, you just did, that's just what you just did.'



She rolled onto her side and began to run her fingers through his chest hair.



'It's been a while, hasn't it.' He pushed his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer.



'I'd forgotten how forceful you could be.'



'I wonder what triggered that off.'



They both laughed out loud. They knew, both of them knew only too well.
 
Abby and Glan had three children, all now scattered across the country. Tonight, their daughter Cassie was staying with her partner Ryan to catch an early flight the next day. After supper, the young couple excused themselves, pleading the need to get a good night's sleep before leaving for the airport. Abby winked at her daughter and set about clearing away the dishes.



With the dishwasher packed and running, Abby and Glan following Cassie and Ryan upstairs. They settled, as they always did, to read for a while before turning off the lights. The muffled voices of their visitors in the adjoining room were too indistinct to hear what they were saying. Then they went quiet until the silence was ended by a loud squeal from Cassie and a long moan from Ryan.



Abby looked over at Glan, but his head was buried in his book.



Soon the rhythmic sounds of the bed springs carried the unmistakeable message of what the youngsters had meant by a good night's sleep. Abby was trying to block out the sounds by concentrating on her book, until Glan's hand settled on her thigh and moved up under her gown, where it found a damp tangle of hair.



Abby's closed her legs and put her hand on her husband's arm.



'Are you sure, Glan? Really sure? It would be like last time?'



'No, luv, it won't be like last time, I promise.'



Abby tossed her book aside and peeled her gown over her head, as her husband fumbled his way out of his boxers. His head was buried between her breasts as he climbed between her legs.
 
Glan knelt between his wife's thighs. The noises from the next room were rising to a crescendo. He rubbed his cock a couple of time and smacked Abby's clit hard with his head. There was a grin on his face as he paused before thrusting deep in one swift stroke. Abby grinned back. No, it wasn't going to be like last time.



'Big tits,' he gasped as he kneaded Abby's breasts, resting his full weight on them as he held her pinned to the bed.



He withdrew slowly and thrust deep again.



'Big cunt, sloppy cunt.'



Another slow withdrawal. Abby's hands were above her head now, to prevent herself being rammed into the wall by his thrusts.



'Fat ass, tight hole.'



'Hot hole,' Abby replied for the first time.



Glan's hand circled her throat, gradually tightening as he thrust harder and faster. Abby removed one hand from the wall to rest on his. All was quite from their daughter's bedroom now. The only noises were Glan's rasping breath and the regular banging of their own bed against the wall.



Suddenly, Glan began to shake, Abby prised his hand off her throat and gulped in air, as her husband dumped his load deep inside her before collapsing on top of her.



'Did you?' has wheezed in her ear.



'Yes', she gasped, 'I did, just as you blew.'
 
The couple woke the next morning to find their visitors gone and a note on the kitchen table. 'Hope we didn't disturb you when we left. We've stripped the bedding and put it in the washing machine. Thanks, love, Cassie and Ryan xxxx'



'It looks like we're on own again.' Abby's gown was gaping. Had she loosened it or did it just happen to fall that way? Glan wasn't sure. She put her arms around her husband and nuzzled his neck. 'It was good last night.' Her voice was muffled.



'Yes, yes it was.' There seemed to be a catch in Glan's throat.



Abby looked up, her face close to Glan's. 'I want to ask you a question, luv. All I want is an honest answer. I'm not going to criticise you or complain. I'd just like to know something.'



'OK,' Glan sounded doubtful.



'Last night, when we were, you know what I mean, when we were, well, were you thinking of Cassie?'



Glan eased his wife's arms from his waist and pushed her slightly away. 'What are you asking, Abby? How could you suggest such a thing? She's my daughter, our daughter.'



'I'm not suggesting anything, Glan. Just asking, that's all. After all, you were so different from the last time and, well, I was wondering what had changed and the only thing I could think of was that Cassie was next door.'



There was a long pause. Abby moved closer and took her husband's hands in hers.



'An honest answer, that's all, no comeback. I'm not complaining.' She smiled up at him.



'Well, the last time, that was different. That was just, well, let's not go over that again. But, well, we both heard what they were doing, there was no mistaking it, was there. And that had an effect on, I admit, and on you too for that matter.' He waited for his wife to agree, but she said nothing. Eventually, he had to fill the silence. 'And I would hear them as we were, you know, as we were …'



'Fucking,' Abby helped him out this time. 'Yes, we could hear them as we were FUCKING.' She emphasised the word.



'Like I said.' Another pause. 'Look, Abby, you want an honest answer, so alright, yes, she does remind me of you, how you were when we first met, the same body, if you know what I mean.'



'Yes, luv, I know what you mean.'



'Look, I'm sorry,' Glan began fumbling for the right words, but Abby put her finger on his lips.



'No, you don't need to be sorry, you've done nothing wrong. I just wanted to know that was all. You see,' she put her lips to her husband's ear and whispered.



He pushed her back. 'You're not serious? Really? You mean you were thinking of Ryan? But why?'
 
'It's a long story,' Abby began.



'Go on,' Glan retorted, 'we've got all day.'



'Well, Cassie has always talked to me about her boyfriends and, as she grew up, the talks got more, how can I put this, let's say, they got more frank.'



'Frank?'



'Yes. At first, she asked me for advice, chatted about her worries. Then, she became more explicit, especially when she had had a few too many drinks. And when Ryan came on the scene, I could tell that he was special, or at least different.'



'Different, how different?'



'Well, it was her behaviour that told me he was different in some way. She had a glow about her that she hadn't had before. Something any woman can recognise.'



She gave her husband a look that he did not fully understand.



'I tried talking to her about it, but she was unusually coy and then, out of the blue, in the middle of the evening a few weeks ago, she emailed me a photo. She immediately tried to recall it, but I had already ready opened it.'



'And I'm guessing that this was a photo of Ryan.'



'Yes, you're right. Ryan. And not just Ryan but Ryan naked. And not just naked.'



'You're kidding me, right? Our daughter sent her mother a photo of her boyfriend naked and with a hard-on?'



Abby nodded and blushed.



'Glan, he's hung like a horse.'



'You always told me that size doesn't matter,' Glan protested.



'I did and it doesn't, well not when it comes to satisfying a woman, but something that size is the stuff of fantasies and porn.'



Glan noted the references, but did not press Abby on her experiences with fantasies and porn. He was learning a lot he had never known about his wife this morning.



'Anyway, let's just say that I knew what was happening when I heard Cassie scream last night.'



'And that is what made you sopping wet.' Glan could not keep the surprise out of his voice.



'Just like you imagining our daughter naked made you hard.' There was no harshness or criticism in his wife's voice.



The couple stared at each other as they took in what they had both confessed.



'You didn't,' Glan was thinking fast, 'you didn't set this up by any chance, did you, luv?'



'No,' Abby giggled, 'no, of course not, how could I do that. No, I just took advantage of an opportunity that presented itself.'



'One that you set up in the first place, by inviting them to stay and putting them in the room next to us, and …'



'Letting nature takes its course.' Abby pulled her husband close. 'It feels like nature is taking its course again.'
 
Over the following days, Glan saw a new side of his wife. She was more demanding that she had been of late and more adventurous than she had ever been. Her comments hinted at things she had thought and done that he would never have guessed. Porn – he couldn't imagine her surfing the web for the raunchiest videos. Fantasies – he knew enough to understand that everyone had fantasies, but she had never mentioned them before. Size – cock length and particularly thickness figured in her comments too. All these and more.



Had she kept these thoughts and ideas hidden all the years they had known each other or had they suddenly come into her head? Or was she just using them to get him aroused? He had no idea, but was happy to go along with what was happening.



It was giving him a chance to explore in a way that he would not have been brve enough to do only a week before.



Take this morning. He'd been thinking about the words she had used the night Cassie and Ryan had stayed. Four in particular. Hot ass, tight ass. That was it? Or was it? Had she said: tight ass, hot ass? The order didn't matter, it was the words. She never said things like that, until now. And he saw his chance to do something he had always wanted, but never dared.



'ARGH'



Abby had taken a shower, as she always did in the morning, and was rubbing herself dry in their bedroom. Glan caught her as she bent double to dry her calves and say his chance. As she rose from her position, he knocked her onto the bed and pegged her ass. One stroke. No 'would you mind if'? He just took her, crushing her onto their bed and pinning her down.



'DAMN,' she swore.



'Hot ass, tight ass,' Glan gasped in her ear.



'PHEW' Abby lifted her head and let out a long breath.



Glan lifted his body off her back and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her sharply back.



'YEAH' she groaned.



She moaned as he slowly withdrew, and cried out as he thrust deep into her bowels. Repeating, thrusting harder each time, pulling her hair tighter. Until he could last no longer.



'YES,' he screamed as he came and released his grip on Abby's hair.



Later, she kissed him as she hugged him. 'That was so good, soo goood. I thought you were never going to do it again.'



Glan was sure he had never done it to her.



'You remember the last time?' He tried to sound casual.



Abby nodded.



'Tell me what you remember.'



Abby put her lips close to each ear and gave a vivid and erotic description of him pinning her down and teasing her pussy as he pumped her ass. He was sure it had never happened.



Which left him wondering. Was it a fantasy? Or had it really happened, but with someone else? Dare he ask? After all she had asked him about imagining fucking their daughter and admitted to her fantasising about Ryan.
 
Glan waited for a chance to question Abby about – well, yes, about what. Her history? Her fantasies? Her …?



But she beat him to it.



Later that day, Glan was sitting on the sofa reading the paper, when Abby walked up, pushed the paper aside, and climbed astride him.



'I have a question,' she announced.



'OK,' Glan sounded doubtful and curious at the same time.



'You know what you did this morning. What we did.'



'Of course.' Where was this leading? It was best to be noncommittal until he heard the question.



'Have you ever had that done to you?'



'Sorry, Abby, I'm not sure, what do you mean, done what to me?'



'Had your ass fucked.' She said it matter-of-factly, like she was asking what he wanted for supper.



'You mean, are you asking …? Just what are you asking, Abby? Are you asking if I've been fucked by a guy?'



'Not necessarily by a guy. I'm asking if you've ever been ass fucked. By a woman, if you're more comfortable with that. Has a woman ever fingered your ass? Or used something?'



'Used something? Something like what?'



'Like a dildo. You must know what one of those is.'



Glan did and said so.



'Are you asking just out of interest or because you are going to suggest something?'



'I would never want to do anything that you were not happy with, luv. But it's not unusual nowadays, that's what Cassie says.'



So this was something else their daughter had planted in Abby's head.



'And how does Ryan feel about it?'



'He was nervous at first, but know he can't get enough.'



'And that makes you think it would be worth us trying.'



'As it happens, yes. Abby even left me one of her dildos for us to try, if you're up for it.'



'And why should I be up for it? Just tell me that.'



'You should be up for it, luv, because even thinking about it makes me so hot I'm dripping.'



Well, if she put it like that.
 
Glan lay face down on their bed, his hands clenched on the sheets. He gulped lungs full of air and breathed them out slowly through gritted teeth. 'Pppp-hhhh-eeeeeeee-wwwwwwwwwww.' All in an attempt to control his shaking. A futile attempt.



Abby stood next to him, a long dildo strapped tightly around her waist and thighs.



'Cassie says that the black ones are the best,' Abby informed her husband as if she were discussing a new car. 'It's something to do with the shape, and the colour too, of course.'



She leaned over, her hot breath tickling her husband's neck.



'I'm going to start with my finger. Let you get used to the sensations before-' She left him to imagine what would come next.



'It takes a real man to allow his wife to do this to him.' She was drizzling some warm massage oil between his buttocks. 'Most men are too afraid to trust their wives like this.' Her finger slid the full length of the crack. 'I can't tell you how proud I am of you for letting me do this.'



Her finger was hovering around his shithole now, her nail scratching, slight pressure, more pressure.



All Glan could think of was the account she would be giving to their daughter the next time the pair spoke.



But it could not take his mind off his wife's finger as it probed deeper inside him.
 
Was it three fingers now or was it still only two. Glan had lost track, aware only of the his hole being stretch and rubbed by the constant penetration of his wife's fingers.

'Please. Abby, just stop this.' He was choking back the sobs. 'You don't need to do this. You've made your point.' He was sure she was making a point, although for the life of him he couldn't think what it was.

'Oh but I do need to do this darling. I need it so much.'

'Please, Abby, at least promise me that you won't tell anyone about this.'

She laughed and the way she laughed made Glan's balls shrivel and his cock sink to the size of a button.
 
Glan was lying face down on the bed. His wife was lying on top of him, her strap firmly embedded in this ass as she pounded him relentlessly, gulping air in huge gasps from the effort.

'Darling, stop, please stop.' But Abby's assault continued.

'Cassie, for goodness sake, I deserve respect. This isn't necessary.'

'The fuck it isn't. You are wrong, Ryan, so very wrong. You need to feel what it is like to be penetrated, to lie on your back with your legs spread, to be dominated by someone who is concerned only for their pleasure with yours being incidental.' Abby paused for air after so long a sentence.

'No, no, nooooooooo,' Glan moaned. His cock, trapped under his body, was being rubbed stiffer and stiffer by Abby's onslaught.

His wife was laughing now, seeming to be aware of his predicament. 'You're my Queen now, Ryan, you're mummy's bottom. Now stop complaining or I'll tell all my friends. I am even,' her laugh was cruel now, 'show them he video we made.'

Glan tried to prise himself off he bed to topple his wife onto the floor, but he lacked the strength.

'Oh God damn,' his balls were contracting now. He had reached the point of no return and felt his cum pumping out and pooling under his stomach.


Two hours later, the couple were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, casting occasional glances at each other, neither wanting to be the first to speak, each realising that they had taken on other roles with Abby fucking Ryan and Glan being fucked by Cassie. In the intensity of their experience, they had not know who they were or who they were talking to.

In the end, it was Glan who broke the ice.

'So, I suppose there really is a video, of Cassie and Ryan. Did you actually see it?'

'See it,' Abby laughed, 'better that see it, she gave me a copy.'
 
'Don't bother putting your shorts on, you won't be needing them.'



Glan paused, naked, his shorts in his hand. Abby had become very assertive since their experience with role reversal. Like she was enjoying the new experience. Glan thought that their daughter Cassie was to blame with ideas she had planted in her mother's head. It was time, Glan decided, to take a stand.



'In that case,' he tossed his shorts onto a chair, 'you won't need that nightgown.'



'Won't I indeed?' she responded tartly. 'Little you know.'



'Maybe I should take it off if you won't.' Glan was moving forward with what he hoped was a menacing look on his face.



'You think you're man enough for it, do you?'



Seeing the look in his wife's eyes, Glan wasn't so sure that he was. But he wasn't going to back down now. His wife was on her knees on the bed now. He pushed her down, his hands moving up under her gown as she fell, pushing it over her hips.



Abby tried to push him away, but he was over her now, his weight controlling her. Her gown was around her neck, and his hands were groped her tits.



'Oh my god,' she wailed, 'you're hard. A few weeks ago you could barely get a hard-on, but now you're already hard at the prospect of raping me.'



Glan paused and checked. He was stiffening, but to say he had a hard-on was an exaggeration by a long way. Abby had to be tormenting him. Even hinting that she wanted to act out the rape as some kind of role play.



'This is because of what I did to you, isn't it? You don't feel like a man any more and this is the only way you know to prove that you are.'
 
Glan paused, poised over his wife. She was right, Glan knew that, well partly right at least, but it was more complicated, so complicated he couldn't get his head round it all.



'It's got all so confusing since Cassie and Ryan stayed over. We both seem to muddle them up with us. I don't know if you really see yourself as Cassie and me as Ryan, or this is just some fantasy that you want to act out, or what. And,' he paused, 'I don't know whether I am getting aroused by you or our daughter.'



'I know, darling, I feel the same – confused – like I'd ask them to join us if they were here right now.'



'Really, seriously, I mean that is that just how you feel or what you would actually do? How do you think they would react?'



'They're pretty adventurous, both of them. So they wouldn't be shocked. Not at all. I think they've explored this threesome thing, so a foursome wouldn't be so different.' She was flushing as she spoke. Glan noticed that she had not answered his first question. Abby pulled her gown over her head and lay back. 'What do you want to do to me, daddy?' she purred.
 
'What do I want to do to you, Cassie? You don't need to ask. You've been tormenting me for years – spreading your legs when you're sitting opposite me, rubbing against me as we pass, pressing on me as we sit on the sofa, dangling your tits in my face when you bend over me. All so innocent, but always when we are alone or your mother isn't looking. You know what I want to do, I want to do just what you want me to do, what you've been begging me for. I want to smell you, taste you, kiss you, fuck you.'



'You're right, daddy. I'd listen to you and mummy through my wall in the night, when you thought I was asleep. I heard mummy moaning and screaming, I heard her talking to her friends on the phone when she thought I was studying. I wanted what you were giving her.'



Glan was kneeling between Abby's legs, his face between her thighs, inhaling her scent, rubbing his nose against her labia.



He lifted his eyes and saw his wife watching him.



'What do you want?' he asked her.



'Thick dick, hard dick.'



'Hot cunt, wet cunt,' Glan replied as he sank into her.



'Fuck me hard, like she begs you. Make me scream like she does.'



'Feel what it's like to be fucked by a man, not some kid like Ryan.' Glan rammed hard into his wife, pelvis clashing with pelvis, sending her tits bouncing from the force.



Abby wrapped her legs around Glan's hips, bucking and thrusting, long low growls, occasional moans, then a loud scream.



'That's it,' she sighed, as she felt him explode inside her.
 
'Careful, c-c-careful,' Glan glanced frantically around the room, 'people may see.'



'See what?' Abby smiled at her husband.



'See what you're doing.'



'And what am I doing, sweetheart?'



'You are rubbing my crotch.'



'No, I am not rubbing your crotch. What I am doing is massaging your dick to you a hard-on, as a preliminary to wanking you off.'



'Not s-s-so l-l-loud,' Glan tried to move away, but was trapped in a corner.



'Don't make such a fuss. No will hear and no one will notice. We're just a middle-aged couple, talking quietly while everyone else minds their own business.'



'Damn, bitch, just stop.' Abby was unzipping Glan's slacks.



'Damn, bitch, damn you. Can't this wait until we get home?' Abby's fingers were inside his slacks now.



'No, it can't, since you ask. I saw you across the room and I thought to myself, "I must go and jerk him off in front of all the other guests." And here I am.'



'How would you feel if I did this to you?'



'I'd feel hotter than I do right now.'



'You know I'm going to scream, I always scream nowadays.'



'But you won't, darling, you will stifle it, which will make it all the more exciting for both of us.'



Glan did not respond. His eyes were closed.



'Are you close?'



Glan nodded. Abby could feel his body shaking.



Suddenly, his hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard, so hard Abby almost cried out. Then slowly his grip relaxed and Abby withdrew her fingers.



'Do you want to slip away and clean yourself?'



'No,' Glan managed what he hoped was a wicked grin, 'I want you to lick me clean.'



Abby glanced around. 'OK,' she grinned, 'let's go to the washroom, quickly, while no one is looking.'
 
Abby was emptying the last wash from her dryer when Jan from next door pushed open the kitchen door and invited herself in. She amused herself watching Abby remove and fold her items, until she dropped a garter belt. Jan swooped to pick it up, examined it closely and handed it to Abby without comment. The next item to fall was a pair of flimsy panties, black lace with purple bows. Jan made no attempt to pick them up.



'Is that what you wear to get Glan's interest?' she asked sniffily.



'This is what I wear to please myself and make me feel good,' Abby replied.



Jan contented herself with a wry smile that suggested doubt verging on disbelief.



'And,' Abby continued, 'just between the two of us,' - she knew that Jan was incapable of keeping anything confidential - 'Glan doesn't need sexy underwear to get him to attention. He is in full working order.'



'Really?' Jan was openly disdainful, 'If I recall correctly, everything wasn't in full working order this time last year.'



'You're right,' Abby moved quickly to correct her neighbour, 'but that was then and this is now. He had a blip, that was all. It happens to guys. What matters is how they handle it.' She failed to suppress a smile at the memory. She had thought that their sex life, which had been diminishing in quantity and quality, had finally fizzled out. But to her surprise, to Glan's surprise, it had sprung to life again following a visit from their daughter and her boyfriend. Now Glan was more vigorous than he had ever been.



She knew that Jan's husband hadn't been in full working order for a long time, which was in part the reason why Jan was always so sour and miserable. She left her remark to sink in. Jan did not respond or wait to be offered a coffee.



Jan carried her washing upstairs, wondering how Jan would have reacted if she had seen the clothes laid out on Abby's bed, which she would wear to welcome Glan home.
 
"Glan."



He heard his name called as soon as he stepped through the door.



"Hi, darling," he replied, "I'm home, where are you?"



"Come and find me."



Her voice came from upstairs, so he moved to the staircase and looked up.



"Phwoar."



"Is that all you have to say?" Abby asked in a sultry tone.



"I'd forgotten all about that."



"Seriously, I thought you still wanked thinking about it."



"Yeah, I did for a while after the party." With their newly found openness, he didn't bother denying what she seemed to know already. "But that was years ago. When was the party?"



He meant the fancy dress party where Abby had gone in full St Tinian's kit, short skirt, stockings, tight blouse, the lot.



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"You couldn't keep your hands off me," she laughed. She had put on some weight since then, the skirt seemed shorted, the blouse definitely tighter, showing more thigh and more tits than before. Glan was staring up her skirt at the thick soft bulge in her white panties.



"I wasn't the only one," Glan reminded her. "Half the guys couldn't keep their eyes off you and the rest were queuing to have a quick grope."



"True, Abby smiled at the memory. "But do you remember what we did when we got home?"



Glan nodded.



"Then why are you still down there while I am up here on my own?"



Glan took the stairs two at a time.
 
Glan was panting for breath when he reached the top of the stairs.

By which time Abby was in the door to their bedroom. Taunting.

'You were faster than that last time.'

Glan rushed at her, made a grab, but she dodged back at the last minute and he stumbled and fell to his knees.

Abby laughed.

'Funny, last time as I remember I was the one who ended up on my knees while you spanked me.'

Glan sprang, Abby stepped back and tumbled onto the bed. Glan pounced, but Abby rolled away, flashing thighs and ass. Glan threw himself forward and managed to grab her skirt. I swift tug and Abby was left in her blouse and underwear.

Both were breathless now.

'You'll need to pace yourself if you're going to be up to any action, luv.' Abby was breathing as hard as he was.

'Did I ever tell you what happened at the party last time?'

'You didn't need to, I saw it, saw you being mauled.'

'If you come closer, I'll tell you something you couldn't see.'

Glan was cautious, watching for a trap.

'One of them slid his hand up inside my pants and fingered me. Right there, With everyone else around. With you watching.'

'Which one?' Glan's mind was racing. Which of his friends had fingered his wife.

'You'l have to come closer.'

Glan didn't trust his wife, but he wanted to know, needed to know. He moved closer.

'Rupert,' she whispered.

'Rupert, you're kidding me, I mean he was only-'

'Yes, Glan, he was only but he fingered me and fingered me good.'

'But-'

'But what?'

'But he was just a-'

'Just a what, lover?'

Abby's hand was on his crotch.

'What are you thinking, luv? Why have you done so hard?'
 
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