It had been a very long week and I was looking forward to a relaxing, quiet evening at home. Little did I know that was not what I was going to get. I walked into the house to see my lovely wife standing there with a big grin on her face.
Good evening hunny, how was your day? I asked.
Not bad. She replied.
Where are the kids? I questioned.
They are not going to be home tonight.
My mind instantly went to thoughts of her wanting to go out to dinner, then maybe a movie. Great, there goes my quiet evening of relaxation. Then she pulled a blindfold out of her pocket and asked me to put it on. I have to admit I was a little surprised.
Now don't get me wrong, my wife is a very kinky person. We have explored many different positions and been to some strange places, but this was something new. I could tell by the look in her eyes as she handed me the blindfold that she had something up her sleeve.
I put on the blindfold and was led by the hand downstairs to our bedroom. She quickly started to remove my clothing. First my shirt, then my shoes, pants, and underwear were quickly tossed to the floor. She led me to the bed and told me to lie down in the middle of the bed. My night just got a whole lot better I was thinking. She took my wrists and strapped them down to the bed, then my ankles. (Told you she had a kinky side). I then heard her removing her clothing.
Wait here, I will be right back she said.
As I lie there, I began to feel very relaxed. What seamed like an hour was actually only 5 minutes. Suddenly I feel movement at the end of the bed. I feel her take my cock into her warm mouth and begin to suck it in a way she has never done before. I must admit I was enjoying it very much. Suddenly I am very thrown off when I hear my wife say, Does that feel good? The reason I and thrown off is I still feel who I thought to be her sucking my swelling cock. She pulls the blindfold off to reveal to me that it is one of our friends who is giving me a wonderful blowjob. Both of the girls are fully nude, and I am enjoying not only the sight, but also the feelings I am experiencing.
I had been bragging to Brandi about how good you are at oral, and joking she said she would have to be the judge of that. Crystal, my wife, said. So I took her up on it, and told her she could try it. However, she also has to judge which of us is better at it, and which of us tastes better too.
There are people who come into our lives, whose entry changes what we are, and sets a directional course, for what we are to become. Her name was Janie, a teacher and practitioner of Yoga. Call it synchronicity, call it fate, or call it just pure luck. I'll call it a gift from those that guide my path, and seem at times, to influence my destiny. She was a lesson in sensuality, and a liberator of my one-dimensional view of sexuality. She was my teacher.
It began during that transitional period of life referred to as mid-life crisis. I had attained all those things in life that were supposed to make me happy. I had the house, successful career, attractive wife, two beautiful kids, and from all outside appearances, the perfect life. The truth of the matter though, I was fucking miserable. My life had become so predictable, so routine, so boring. I felt like an empty shell, a man with no spirit. Our marriage had become the same. The shell was pretty to look at, and to my wife of twenty years, that was all that mattered. The spirit of our union that had bought us together in what we defined as love had long since vanished. We spoke to one another when necessary, presented the couple front when necessary, and had sex when necessary. It had gotten to a point to where even sex became a chore, more of a consensual obligation, than an expression of intimacy. When notice came that our sleeping arrangements were about to change, with her moving into the spare bedroom at the end of the hall, I knew then and there, that more than just our sleeping arrangements were in need of change. I moved out about two weeks later leaving her the house, all the crap we had accumulated, and the better of the two cars. I walked away with the soul- searching mission of finding myself. I wanted to pursue and define for myself, those things that would make life worth living again. I was free to pursue this need at last, and very determined to take back control, of the remaining years of my life. Mid-life crisis' Maybe. We create- our own reality. This I do believe.
There was something about Yoga that had always created within me, this desire to learn and understand its teachings. Maybe it was the mystery that seemed to surround it. People sitting and stretching into these strange positions, the gentle smiles of calmness, the atmosphere of serenity and tranquility that they seemed to have about them. I wanted that. No. It was more than a want. It was a need.
The first time I met Janie I was awestruck by her exotic beauty. She was a few years younger than myself, and not quite as lean as I had imagined a Yoga instructor to be. She had a smile and countenance that would immediately put you at ease. Something clicked between us from the beginning, and in just a very short time, I happily became' teacher's pet'. This was much to the dismay of a few other interested males and females in the class. Everyone wanted get close to Janie and, I loved the extra attention she would show me. I loved the way her warm hands would feel against my body when she would correct a position, or help stretch a part of me that hadn't been stretched in a while. I would stick around after class had finished and everyone had left, to help her lock up for the night. During this time we would talk about life, love, philosophy, or whatever happened to spark our interest at the moment.