Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Darren and Stephanie have grown apart over the years. Darren decides to try to rekindle the passion in their marriage.
Thanksgiving dinner was over and they had just said good-bye to her parents. Darren Davis watched his wife putting away the last of the dishes that she and her mother had finished cleaning. He grabbed his glass of wine and stepped out onto the patio. Every year he stepped outside as Thanksgiving ended and thought about all the things he had to be thankful for.
Stephanie was always at the top of the list. She was not the same lithe brunette he had married fifteen years ago, but she was still gorgeous. Just looking at her through the window, he felt himself harden. He frowned as he wished they had more time for each other. Their lives had gotten so busy that they rarely had time for each other. Even the sex had gotten boring. They did the same thing two or three nights a week. It was satisfying, but something was missing.
"Penny for your thoughts," Stephanie said as she slipped up behind him and hugged him. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard her open the door and come out onto the patio.
"Probably not worth the penny," he said, turning and wrapping his arms around her.
"You come out here every Thanksgiving."
"I didn't think anyone noticed."
"Well, I didn't until I saw you come out here tonight and then it hit me. I went to grab your wine glass and saw you staring off into the sky. What do you think about?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
Stephanie closed her eyes and stepped away from him. She took a deep breath. "Yes, I really want to know."
Now it was Darren's turn to think. Dare he bare his thoughts to her? He didn't want to hurt her feelings. He did still love her after all.
"Okay. I come out here to reflect on the things I am thankful for."
"Not very original. So how many things are you thankful for?"
"I didn't get past number one tonight. You."
"Me?" Stephanie seemed genuinely surprised. "I can't believe I'm at the top of the list. You don't seem to have much time for me any more." A tear appeared at the corner of her eye.
Darren saw the tear and heard the emotion in her voice. "I don't have time for you?" he said defensively.
"You spend four nights out every week. I'm lucky if you come to bed when I do three nights a week."
"You know I'm on the school committee and the church women's council."
"And spend three hours a week at the salon getting your hair and nails done. Yes, I know what your schedule is. Busy, like mine. Only mine is all done by 9 or so."
"And then there's golf every Saturday. Between that and keeping the yard up, you have the weekends tied up. You never have the time or energy to take me anywhere."
"Like where? You and Cassie go to the movies every Saturday night after you shop all afternoon. You're rarely home before 9 anyway."
"We don't go every Saturday."
Darren looked at Stephanie and she looked back at him. This wasn't even an original argument. It had been ongoing for almost six months now. One of them usually walked away at this point. Darren wasn't leaving. It was obvious that Stephanie wasn't either. He turned and looked out across the grass and wondered how it had come to this. She used to be playful and flirty. Her hunger for him used to be inexhaustible. What happened? Did he change? Did she?
"How did it come to this, Darren? We used to do everything together?" Stephanie said, echoing his thoughts as if she could read his mind.
"I don't know, Steph. I don't know. But does it really matter how?" he asked rhetorically. He looked into her dark eyes and touched her cheek. She put her hand over his and held it to her cheek. "I don't know what it is, Steph, but something is missing."
"I know what you mean, Darren. I love you. But I don't get the same thrill I used to get when you walk into the room. I know you can't get the same thrill when you look at me. I'm fat. My tits sag. My butt is huge and my belly is too. I've got wrinkles on face and gray in my hair. Look at you. You put on a little weight, but your hair is still brown. You don't look thirty-nine, but I look forty-five."
"Oh, bullshit, Steph. Sure you've put on some weight, kids do that. But you're still the same gorgeous lady I married."
"Don't give me that. I've seen you staring at the blonde across the street with her skimpy bikini."
"Christine? Well, I guess I do stare at her a bit. But that doesn't mean I don't like what I see when I look at you. I was standing out here looking in at you putting the dishes away and I could feel myself harden. You still turn me on." He took her hand lowered it to his crotch. His manhood was tenting his trousers.
"Well, hello soldier boy. Maybe we should go to bed now," Steph hinted with a gleam in her eye.
"Maybe we should forget the bed. The grass is soft."
"Darren!" Steph hissed as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. "The neighbors will hear us."
"So! God you are such an animal! Don't you ever grow up?"
"There was a time when you'd have been shucking your clothes and heading for the grass before I even finished the thought."
Stephanie blushed. "Well, I guess I've matured."
"Is that what this is about? We don't have sex out in the backyard any more?"
"It has nothing to do with the backyard," Darren said suddenly nervous. "But yes, I think it has to do with our sex life. Are you satisfied with it?"
"You obviously aren't."
"Are you?" he asked putting his hand under her chin and looking straight into her eyes. "Be honest."
Stephanie closed her eyes. "No." was all she said.
"Okay, maybe now we're getting some where. Why aren't you satisfied? Tell me, I really want to know.
We can't fix something if we don't know what is broken."
Stephanie stared at him for a minute. Did he really want to know? Did she dare tell him? She started to turn away.
"Don't walk away now, Steph. I love you, but avoiding this is not the answer."
Stephanie took a deep breath. "Well, um, its so, um, mechanical. Yes, I think that's the right word. We go through the motions, touch the right spots. It feels right, but at the same time something is missing."
Darren put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "We do the same things all the time, in the same order."
"We didn't used to. I remember doing it on the washer, in the pantry, in the shower. It never mattered much where we were. Remember when we did it in the bathroom at your parents."
"Oh, God yes. I think I still have the bruise from that door handle," Stephanie said as she rubbed her shoulder.
"Yeah, but you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming."
"I know. God I was so horny that day. All you had to do was look at me and my panties were soaked."
Darren smiled. "So how did we lose that?"
"I suppose. We stopped doing it when they were around. Maybe that was it. You know we aren't alone much anymore."
"I know," Stephanie sighed. "Were you serious about doing it in the lawn?"
Darren's eyes nearly popped out of their socket as Stephanie unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it onto the chair beside her. Her brassiere followed quickly. Darren kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. Before they knew it they were kissing and fondling and rolling on the grass. He rolled her onto her back after and looked into her eyes. She spread her legs and nodded. He drove into her, feeling her moist tunnel caressing every inch of his shaft.
"Oh, yes," Stephanie hissed, arching her back. That did it. They thrust at one another like two rabbits in heat. Neither one lasted long. Their orgasm overcame them with such speed and force that Stephanie screamed out her ecstasy without realizing it as he groaned and spurted into her.
The neighbor's patio light came on and they scurried into the house, leaving their clothes on the porch, giggling.
"God, I can't believe we did that," Stephanie said slapping his butt playfully.
"Me neither, but it sure felt good."
"Amen to that. You get the clothes and let's go to bed."
Their lovemaking was slower and gentler that night, but no less passionate. For the first time in years, Stephanie slept all night with Darren's arms around her. She awoke to the feeling of his lips on her shoulder, kissing and nibbling.
"Again?" she whispered.
"Unless you don't want to."
She just wiggled her butt against his hardness.
Darren was reading the paper when Stephanie finally came out to the kitchen. She kissed him fiercely. "I needed that. Thanks."
"My pleasure. Now, how do we keep this up?"
"I don't know," Stephanie said, setting her cup of coffee down on the table and putting her hand on his leg. "But we need to find a way. Any ideas?"
"I thought about it this morning before I woke you up. We need to date."
"Each other. By ourselves. No kids."
"How do we do that?"
"Your mother is always complaining that we never let the kids come visit them for the weekend."
"So we let them. If we start this, we have to carry it through. One year. No questions, no qualms."
"That sounds ominous."
"Maybe. 24 dates. Two a month. I plan one, you plan one. Two rules. We must go somewhere away from the house. And it has to be based on a fantasy."
"Don't play dumb with me, Steph. I know you and Brad Pitt have been going to exotic places for years."
Stephanie blushed. "Just like you and Julia Roberts, I suppose. Okay. I agree. So how do we start?"
Darren reached into his pants and pulled out a coin. He flipped it in the air without looking at it and set it on the table under his hand. "Call it."
"Tails," he said moving his hand off the coin. "I go first. Whoever sets up the date makes all the arrangements. What to do with the kids, where we go, what we do, everything. The other one is along for the ride, so to speak."
"When do we start?"
"January. I'll have something set up for the second week. You get the fourth."
"How will I know what we are going to do and when?"
"You won't until its time."
"I think I love it already."
They kissed and Darren's hand snaked into her robe.
"Mommy?" Robbie looked at them funny as he walked into the kitchen.