My name is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally good shape, almost as trim and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat; a size 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunette hair that descended just past her shoulders. However as much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and behave more sexily, she always seemed to prefer to dress somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but pretty bikini style, rather than sexy panties or thongs. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensible swimsuit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite most of the women around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy https://free1080pporn.com/ .
Although our sex life had been quite active at 20, over the last few years it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I’d sometimes tried to liven up our sex life and try to tempt her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a simple fuck once or twice a month providing that I recognized the right moment, usually a few days before her period. Don’t ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attention to the nuances and small indications that sex might be available to me if I played my cards right. Endeavors to arouse her at other times were usually rejected, with one of her regular excuses. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a blow job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the question. In my various efforts to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a porn videos to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with disdain or were short-lived. There was one video, however, where the unfolding story was of a wife who ended up having a brief encounter with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to push the boundaries on the rare occasions that we had sex and pursue the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as “pure fiction” and nothing that would ever be considered in real life.
She had always been a fairly light sleeper and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to take a sleeping pill having been to the doctor about her sleep problems. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to knock her out cold and once asleep, nothing much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this time to masturbate and relieve the pent-up tension, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.
Thinking back to my years in university, around the time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a flat with a guy named Paul. I was studying computer science and Paul had pursuing a joint degree in Psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Paul was a great guy, a gentle bear of a man; genuine, extremely smart, with great sense of humor. We quickly became the best of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams Family, due in part to his bulky size and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or eyelashes. He seemed to take a weird pleasure in frequently donning a long brown coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his best to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to retain a “real” girlfriend. Sure, he had plenty of female friends, but most seemed unwilling to look past his outer appearance and go the extra step to become classed as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a close friend to both me and Marie https://www.hotmyfreecams.com .