I must say that after five years of marriage to Rachael, the sexually alluring woman of my dreams, we had moved from the passionate yearning of our early years to a relationship that had become too comfortable. On the rare occasions we had sex, it lacked the spark and inspiration that once was and, frankly, I was getting the seven year itch two years early. One evening, when we were both feeling relaxed and loving, I sat down with Rachael and told her that I wanted to put the fire back into our sexuality. I was relieved when she said that she was feeling pretty restless herself, and was eager to put some zing back in our marriage. The question was, how?
“We could both have affairs,” Rachael suggest ambivalently.
“No way,” I said. “You’re my woman and I plan on keeping it that way.” That seemed to make her pretty happy. She snuggled up close to me and we put our heads together and tried to find a way out of this lull.
What I truly wanted was the spontaneity and thrill of meeting someone new and being so overwhelmed by a powerful and mutual sexual attraction that lovemaking came quickly and easily. No questions, no hesitations, no holding back.
“It would be like before we were married,” Rachael said, warming to the idea. “But how do we do that and remain monogamous?”
How indeed? It seemed insoluble. Monogamy was important, freshness crucial. For the time being we put aside the idea as being unrealistic, if not impossible. Time passed, and soon the holidays were upon us and New Year’s Eve right around the corner. We were invited to a masquerade benefit, and my only thought was how to find enough time to buy a costume. I’m an investment broker in New York City, and I’d been so overwhelmed with work that free time was at a premium.
The night of the party, I still didn’t have a costume and even though it was Saturday, I was at the office. I considered calling Rachael and telling her that I wasn’t going, but I knew I’d hurt her feelings. I’d been so busy all Christmas week. She’d been very excited about the party, although she wouldn’t ell me what she was going to wear. “It’s a little surprise” was all I could get out of her. In the end I told her that I’d pick up a costume on my way to the party, and that we’d meet there.
Of course, in Manhattan you can find anything, anytime. I quickly scoured a few clothing stores in the Village and finally came up with something I thought was both witty and somehow reflective of a part of me I don’t often get a chance to express. I bought a cowboy outfit replete with pointed leather boots, tight black shirt and vest and fake long barreled six shooter.
By the time I got to the party, it was in full swing. It was held in a loft in Soho, and walking through the crowd was like moving through a veritable living room of human history. Victorian madams, swashbuckling pirates, a dominatrice and her slave, and an old Father Time.
I started looking for Rachael, but I had no idea what she was wearing. Suddenly my eye caught sight of a ravishing, raven haired senorita in a full, brightly colored skirt and a billowy blouse pulled low over each shoulder. The sight of this lovely beauty sent chills up my spine. She was at the far end of the loft and only half turned toward me, so I really couldn’t see her fully in the jostling crowd.
I had started to pull myself away from her when she turned toward me and I realized that this was Rachael! My own blonde, somewhat reserved Rachael transformed into a tempting, lusty Latin beauty.
Our conversation about spontaneity and new partners suddenly came hurtling down on me. Was Rachael using the party as a means of fulfilling for both of us an imaginative sexual fantasy? Would she play the game full out, pretending that I was a stranger? It would be easy enough for me she hardly looked like the Rachael I knew.
The idea of unleashing my growing passion on someone new yet familiar was tantalizing. Playing the role of a tough Western gunslinger, fresh in town and eager for the soft comforts of a sweet young thing, I cinched up my pants and moved toward this delectable eyeful.
“Evening, ma’am,” I said when I stood next to her. “You’re a right purty sight to these sore eyes.” You could say I was easing into the role.
Rachael turned to me. Black hair cascaded down her shoulders in wild and sexy curls. The line of her bare shoulder and long neck was oh so sleek, and her breasts were pushed high on her chest, giving a generous view of her cleavage. She was so alluring, so tempting, and so unlike Rachael.
“May I buy the senorita a drink?” I asked.
“You may,” she said, faking a Spanish accent, and with that she looked me up and down with her dark eyes, a coy smile forming on her face.
We walked over to the bar and I ordered us each a margarita. We eyed each other for the longest time, and there was no question about the chemistry between us. It was hot. I told her I was new in these parts and that I’d been on the prairie alone for over a month.
“You must be lonely,” she said. “I don’t like to see a man be lonely. Especially such a good looking one.”
With that I pulled her to me and, pushing my pelvis into hers, brought my mouth close to her ear. “I won’t beat around the bush, lady. I want you.” I gently traced the delicate line of her neck with my lips until I was kissing her smooth, round shoulder.
“Follow me,” she said. I imagined her taking me through the saloon up to her private room on the second or third floor. In actuality we slipped through the crowd into the far reaches of the loft until we found a small, empty bedroom.
Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, staring at me with passion inflamed eyes, her breathing heavy, her pushed up bosom swelling and receding, swelling and receding. I stood in front of a woman who was not my wife by Senorita Racquel, an exotic beauty whose soaring passion ignited a flame in my loins. This was my dream come true. Quick, hot, impassioned sex with a stranger.
“Come to me,” she said in a husky voice. I pressed my body against hers and unleashed my lust. I buried my face in her neck and breathed in the scent of perfume combined with the sweet smell of her flesh. I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and pressed my hard cock against her thigh. Looking down, I dearly enjoyed the sight of her fleshy breasts, and when she reached into her blouse and lifted one of her breasts out, offering me its hard nipple, I took it in my mouth with abandon. I held her heavy breast in my hand and sucked and licked greedily, feeling as if I truly had been in the parched desert for over a month, my right hand my only trusty companion. In reality, I had been cooped up in my office, going over a mountain of paperwork.
“Quickly,” she whispered. “Before somebody comes.” Obviously this wasn’t to be lingering, luxurious lovemaking, but a quick, powerful fuck, something neither of us had enjoyed in a long time.
I reached up under her skirt and felt the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. Taking hold of her panties, I slipped them down and off, unbuckled my six shooter and let it fall to the floor. Senorita Racquel had the honor of unbuttoning my pants and freeing my rigid cock.
“Oh, so big,” she whispered. She fondled my cock with her petite hands, running her fingers up and down the shaft and over the cockhead. My cock quivered, my heart pounded and, fearing that someone might interrupt us, I plunged forward.
The senorita held her skirt high while I took hold of her lovely asscheeks and rested the head of my cock against her moist pussy. I slid in easily, gently, first just the tip of my cock. I moved my knobby cockhead in and out of her, teasing her, getting her moist all around her labia, driving her passion over the top.
“Don’t tease me, cowboy,” she whispered. Taking my asscheeks in her hands, she pulled me toward her and my cock plunged deep in her tight pussy.
I pulled out all the stops, plunging and pumping while my dark haired beauty held on to me for dear life, moaning with every thrust. The circumstances being what they were, and us afraid of getting caught, our pleasure soared to a peak of sexual passion we’d never before experienced.
The senorita came first, a series of small, convulsive flashes that swept through her like wildfire. Then I came, one big surge of energy that shot out of my cock and filled her pussy with my seed. I held her for a moment, my face against hers, and felt our burning passion subside, our love grow.
We dressed, joined the party and danced the night away. Later, I took my senorita home and we made love until the rising sun gently put us to sleep. With the first impromptu experiment in costumed fantasy, we discovered the answer to a dream. By letting go of our real and comfortable identities and taking on others, we could make believe that we attracted, pursued, and were ravaged by someone new.
As it turned out, I worked another hard week, then collapsed. I spent two days doing nothing but sleeping. On the third morning, a Saturday, I woke up around noon to find the house unusually quiet. I called out to Rachael, but there was no answer. I figured that she was out shopping.
I lay in bed and watched cartoons, wondering if I wanted to get up or not. Then I heard the door open.
“Rachael?” I called out. Still no answer. I was about to climb out of bed when my wife appeared, carrying a breakfast tray and wearing a nurse’s uniform!
“Get right back into bed, sir,” she said in a gentle yet demanding tone. “You’re not to get out of bed at all today. Doctor’s orders. You just let Nurse Roxanne take care of you.”
Nurse Roxanne! I nearly burst out laughing, but I managed to control myself. After all, I didn’t want to break the illusion. And I have to admit Rachael’s timing was perfect. After so much time in bed, my energy was back on par and I was ready for some intimate entertainment.
I watched as my “nurse” laid out my breakfast on the night table. I didn’t know where she had gotten the uniform, but it fit like a tight glove. Her braless breasts were literally straining against the tightly buttoned fabric, and when she leaned over to pick up a pillow I’d tossed on the floor, her thigh length skirt crept up and up until I could see her bare white ass and lovely blonde bush.
I moved the blankets around to disguise my growing cock, and lay back on my pillows. “I’m not hungry,” I said.
Nurse Roxanne looked at me with sad, soft eyes. “Not hungry?” she said. “But we’ve got to get your strength up.” Then she knelt on the bed and leaned over my face to fluff up my pillows. Her luscious breasts hovered just inches I front of my face, making my cock swell to a full erection in seconds.
“I think my strength is up,” I said.
“I think I know what our patient needs today,” she said. “A little special treatment only Nursie can supply.”
With that she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her full, fleshy bosom. I looked at her tits as if for the first time, savoring the sight of their heaviness, the large pink areolas and hard, round nipples. Without a word I sucked on a tit, taking her nipple deep in my mouth, taking as much flesh as possible and sucking, sucking. When I reached out and held her breast in my hand, I felt a warm rush of heightened pleasure sweep through me, as if I were sucking on these breasts for the first time.
“That’s good,” she said while I continued to suck, twirling my tongue around and around her areola, nibbling gently on hr thick nipple. “That’s real good,” she sighed as I kneaded her ample flesh and massaged her nipples between my fingers.
Pretty soon Nurse Roxanne pulled back the sheet and revealed my throbbing hard on. “Oh dear,” she squeaked. “Look what you’ve done. We can’t have this.” Without hesitation she took the base of my shaft between her delicate fingers and took my cock between her wet lips, smothering my shaft with wet sensation. While she ran her tongue up and down my shaft and sucked deeply on my cock, I just lay back and enjoyed the sight of her bare ass and glistening pussy. Her hot lips and tongue were so adroit, so skilled at pleasuring cock. I basked in her deep sucking, long, luxurious licking and gentle massaging.
Finally she looked up at me and whispered, “Nursie’s all hot. Would you mind it if I straddled your big cock and cooled myself off?”
“Not at all,” I said, enjoying her role as a teasing floozy.
Nurse Roxanne straddled my body, easing my cock deep into her in one fell swoop. With her big tits flying, she rode me steadily, moving up and down on my shaft with forceful, mind blowing movements. I brought my hands up and fondled her soft breasts while she fingered her clit. Before long she was bucking wildly, her body contorting as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.
Once her pleasure had subsided, I asked her to get on all fours, then lifted her skirt up and took her from behind. I held onto her flanks and pumped her to my heart’s desire. Below me Nurse Roxanne moaned with increasing intensity.
When she lowered her upper body to the bed, I pressed my weight against her, nuzzled my face I her neck, held onto her and came in a shuddering, heart stopping, thunderous orgasm that filled the room with my cries and her pussy with my come. Again and again I plunged deep into her vagina, letting loose every once of fluid I had, until finally, drained, I lay down beside her in a happy, satiated heap.
“Thanks, Nursie,” I said, once I’d regained my composure.
“My pleasure,” she said as she got up off of the bed. Then she left the apartment. About fifteen minutes later, Rachael returned, dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, and asked me very sweetly how I was feeling.
“Great,” I said.
She lay down beside me and we held each other for the longest time. Neither of us mentioned the fantasy it would have broken the spell. But I know we both felt closer because of it. These games have really added an element of surprise and fun to our relationship. Fun is probably the key word.
As for me, I’m just trying to think of a good role to play next time. Should it be a truck driver, to give my lady the ride of her life, or a fireman, to quench the burning fire of her desire?