Mark and I are very sexual and motivated to please each other as much as we can. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is. If we’re naked, something’s going to happen.
Some mornings I could still be asleep, and he would get between my legs and go down on me. I don’t know about you, but to be woken up with his tongue deep inside me is mind-blowing. Hell, sometimes I’ll set my alarm just to see Mark in his morning wood. I’ll slither down the sheets and grab his cock, then give his morning wood a blowjob. I love sucking his cock. Even the first time we slept together. I actually fell in love with his cock before I fell in love with him. He has this gift that once he cums, he’s still hard and continues what he’s doing. That’s when I knew I was marrying this man.
We met in college at a fraternity party where my best friend was fucking his best friend on the sofa. Everybody at the party was watching, even me. That’s when I would get really wet just watching others have sex. Then I met mark. He was cute, had a great smile then I smiled back. That’s when I found out about his friend and mine. Everything after that is history.
A year later we got married, and the sex is just as good as the first date we had.
I hear a lot of guys complain about their sex lives with their wives. It’s like she was an animal in bed and would do anything when they were dating. But as soon as they got married, everything stopped. It’s like at the wedding, the woman said I do, but in reality they meant, I don’t do that no more.
Mark and I have never slowed down, we’re the envy to most married men.
In about 5 weeks, we’re having our 10th wedding anniversary. We were saving our money to do something big, like go on a cruise to Europe, or go to Hawaii, something in that nature.
So, for the past 10 years, I’ve always wanted to do other things. Like have another woman in bed with me or a man and get DP’d. I want to suck another man’s cock while my husband watches. Mark knows little about my fantasies, that’s why I keep a journal with everything I want to do. Hell, I even know what he likes.
One night I got really drunk and got out my journal and showed my bucket list. He smiled and sent me to bed to sleep it off. Most of that stuff is far-fetched. I don’t think he would ever consider any of it. I can still dream.
A couple of days ago, my husband came to me and asked if I would like to do something different on our anniversary.
“I’m all ears,” I tell him.
“Let’s do a 30 for 30 challenge. I’ll fly you to Las Vegas, get a room for 30 days and do 30 challenges before our anniversary.” he said.
I think I know where he’s going with this. He wants to fulfill my fantasies every day until our anniversary. I became instantly wet just thinking about it. Then something hit me.
“Won’t there be rules?” I ask.
“Of course there will be rules.”
“Ok, what are they?”
“You must complete every challenge given to you that day.”
“What if it’s a challenge I’m not comfortable with?” I ask.
“Then you fail, and I get to fuck my secretary,” he said with confidence.
Oh, he’s good. His secretary is fucking hot. Hell I’d even fuck her myself she’s that hot. I’ve fantasized what her pussy looks like, sticking my tongue deep inside her soul making her scream. “Ok, you got a deal,” I say shaking his hand. “When do we start?”
“Our plane leaves in a couple of days,” he said.
“What do I need to pack?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he said with a devilish grin.
“So what kind of challenges do you have for me that I don’t need clothes?”
“Everything is top secret, and you’ll have clothes. Don’t worry.” He picks up a bag. “The morning of the challenge you will pick out a piece of paper out of this bag. What ever is written on it, is your challenge. I will have 29 challenges and the last will be a surprise to you.”