Judith Johanson examined her face in the mirror of the master bathroom. "I wonder what he has planned for tonight," she said to the image in the mirror as she applied more blush to her cheeks. When satisfied with how she looked, she picked up the new tube of lipstick.
Darren, her husband of seven years, came into the bathroom to make his own final preparations for the evening. "I like the extra makeup," he observed.
"I know," Judith replied. She blotted her lips on the Kleenex leaving behind the imprint of her lips. Her lipstick was a much brighter shade of red than she normally wore to work. She was only changing the shade because he suggested that she wear something brighter tonight and had even bought her the shade of lipstick that he wanted her to wear. It irritated her slightly. "Do you like?" she asked even though she knew the answer.
"Yes. I like that shade on you." He watched as she added even more black mascara to her eyelashes. He was pleased that she putting on more makeup than normal like he had asked. He always thought she never put on enough to look sexy. Maybe she finally understands what I like, he thought before combing his hair.
"Am I putting on enough to make you happy?" she asked while she applied the black eyeliner. There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"I do. I think you look very niceEsexy.
She liked how the eyeliner and mascara highlighted her dark green eyes. But she wasn't going to admit it.
While she was putting on some finishing touches to her makeup for tonight's activities, he thought about how things had changed after getting married. Before they got married, there was spontaneity and excitement in their courtship. He would feel her up in the movies, accidentally on purpose touch one of her breasts in church and rub her ass while shopping at the mall. He smiled as he recalled being laid on the tenth green of the community golf course late one hot July night. He liked those memories of her being a little bit of an exhibitionist and living on the edge. He fondly remembered how she not only enjoyed but also welcomed his attentions in public. He smiled.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked as she saw his lips curl slightly.
He moved the can of hair spray in a circular motion over his head. "I'm just excited about tonight." He looked at her in the mirror. As she stood there in her taupe lingerie, he wished she would take better care of herself. She had put on a few pounds and her stomach was no long taut. Her body had lost much of its tone since she quit working out at the athletic club. And the taupe lingerie seemed so symbolic of their marriage and sex life. Both were so vanilla. She was still a good lay. But he was tired of doing it in just two or three favorite positions and enjoying oral sex on rare occasions. He wanted more. He wanted added spice in his-their-sex life. He wanted passion and intensity. Perhaps that was why he continued to keep himself in good shape and wear current men's fashions. He liked catching a woman looking at him. He enjoyed flirting with other women. Sure, it was a cheap thrill. But it did help him cope with the staleness of the marriage.
"Are you going to tell me more about tonight?" she asked.
He looked at her somewhat firm 38DD's. He envisioned her thick, long nipples hidden in the cups of her taupe bra. He was tempted to cup her breasts, find those awesome nipples and suck on t hem. "No. It's a surprise." He looked in her eyes. "Before you finishing getting dress, do you want to get it on before we go?"
"Ahhhhhh," she stammered. "We can do it later." She put on some perfume and left to get dressed.
"Later for sure," he said. It was always later. And heaven forbid that they would have sex on the bathroom floor or on the couch or any place else except the bed. He stepped back and looked at his body in the mirror. His hard work at the athletic club had paid off. He admired his tone chest, his flat, hard stomach, his narrow waist and his muscular legs. "Most women would love the opportunity to touch this body and have sex with me," he whispered. From the way the women looked at him while he working out at the athletic club, he knew it was true. So he just didn't understand why Judith wasn't all over him like white on rice. He sighed. He had hoped that the results of his hard work would also motivate Judith to join him at the club and get back in the athletic shape he so admired when they were in college. To his disappointment and frustration, it hadn't worked so far. He moved his hand over his penis. He enjoyed the sensation. "Yes, later for sure." He gave the image in the mirror an evil smile. "Later, but sooner than she expects."
"I am ready," Judith said as she poked her head into the bathroom.
"I'll be done in five minutes," he promised. He glanced at what she was wearing. "Pour yourself a drink and I'll have one, too."
"Okay." She needed a drink after going along with his demands regarding her makeup. She was happy he hadn't made suggestions about what she needed to wear.
He thought she looked nice in her dark brown skirt and cream-colored blouse. Even though her clothing was in style, it was so conservative. "Even the color of her blouse reflects my vanilla marriage," he said after she left. He sighed again. Until he met Lynn, he had resigned himself to having a predictable, vanilla sex life. He stood and looked into the mirror. "I deserve better."
Lynn was Darren's regular workout partner at the athletic club. It started with a chance meeting in the free weight area when Lynn complimented him about how great his body was looking. Darren accepted the compliment while checking her out. Lynn was the drop dead gorgeous results of a Polynesian mother and a white father. Her hair was coal black and waist length. It was the shiniest hair he had ever seen. Even though his wife had a wonderful head of shoulder length auburn hair, Darren was taken by Lynn's hair. She was tall and elegant with a long slender neck. Her eyes were black. And her body was almost perfectly proportioned. As they enjoyed their first sauna together, Darren admired Lynn's cleavage created by her full and firm breasts that were pulled together by the towel she had wrapped over them. As he looked at the cleavage that Lynn was obviously proud of, he found himself wanting to touch her breasts. It was an odd feeling for him since had been faithful to his wife so far. It would be a feeling that he would puzzle over for weeks.
Darren put on a light blue polo shirt that drew attention to his defined chest. He liked how it felt and looked. He put on a pair of khaki pants that were molded to his ass.
"Are you about ready?" asked Judith. "Your drink is."
"I'll be right there." He checked his appear and his hair. "I do look good," he admitted. Walking into the bedroom, he stepped into a pair of brown loafers. He noticed his ass in the floor length mirror. He smiled. He thought about how he had seen more than one woman both in and out of the club stop to check him out.
Over the past several months as their friendship developed, Darren shared many things - hopes, dreams, disappointments and even fantasies - with Lynn. Even though he was a strong person - he had to be as a corporate executive - he cherished having someone special in his life with whom he could let his hair down. It was good therapy for him. He respected Lynn for being strong like himself. It was a strength that Lynn reflected not only in her body but also in her mind and in her attitude.
"Just like you like it," Judith said as she handed Darren his drink when he came into the living room.
"Thanks." Darren accepted and took a sip from his vodka martini. "Perfect." He sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs. "I wish your skirt was shorter," he commented when at his invitation she sat down next to him.
"It's short enough," she replied.
Darren took another sip of his drink. He was getting tired of her attitude. "If you got it, flaunt it," he simply replied.
"I don't have it like I used to."
True. I wish you did. Why don't you work out with me and that might change, he wanted to say. "Well, I still think you have great legs and that you should show them off more," he opted to say. He knew his attitude would irrigate her. But it really didn't matter.
"I'm not comfortable in doing that." She liked dressing conservatively and not like a slut. She wasn't going to change.
He sipped his drink and let the alcohol help release his frustration. In his heart, he was thankful to have married such a beautiful woman. He was just disappointed that she had let herself go a little as he remembered how men and woman used to look at her. He wished her body was more toned. Right now, there was no need to get into an argument, an argument he would not win. He just wished that she would spice things up a bit in her wardrobe. True, they weren't in college in more. However, they weren't ready for the rest home either.
"Who are we going to visit tonight?" she asked. She took a sip of her drink. She was already getting a little mellow from the effects of the alcohol. Under the circumstances, she didn't mind the feeling.
"Lynn. She's my workout partner at the club. I thought you would enjoy meeting her. She is a very interesting woman." Very interesting indeed, he thought.
"Oh. Is she married or will I be a third wheel?"
"She is married." He wanted to add that Lynn also had an awesome sex life. Darren took another sip of his drink. He reflected back on Lynn's first invitation for him to come to her house. They had been talking about many things over lunch a few weeks ago. Darren once again complained about how boring his sex life had become. He recalled how Lynn paused and studied his face. He closed his eyes and relived that day. He could recall the conversation and the events that occurred after they arrived at Lynn's house as if it happened yesterday.
After studying his face for a moment, Lynn spoke. "I can help make your sex life very exciting."
Darren looked back and pondered her words. He felt close to Lynn. He trusted her otherwise he wouldn't have shared so many details about his life including how boring and predictable sex had become for him. "You can?"
"Yes." She gave him a reassuring smile. "Would you like to see?"
The very thought of seeing what she had in mind gave him a wonderful tingling sensation all over. His imagination ran wild with visuals of off-the-wall kinds of sex. His cock even seemed to react to the thought of new experiences and more excitement in his sex life. Not knowing what Lynn had in mind but definitely wanting to find out, he took a deep breath. "Sure."
Lynn smiled. "Great. Let's go over to my house and I'll show you how I keep my sex life from being anything but boring." She gathered up her workout bag and started to leave. "I'll drive."