It started slow, then it happened all in a rush. One thing that Lynn and I had in common was a strong desire for sex. But in time, we somehow lost our lust for each other. Sex became routine and pedestrian, a twice a month chore. We simply didn't have the same sexual desires as during the first years of our marriage.

Neither of us thought about cheating or even hooking up with other partners. We loved and respected each other too much for that. Still, we wondered if we had lost our sex drive or if there was something missing in our relationship. The answer arrived shortly after our tenth wedding anniversary when things took a turn in a decidedly different direction. First, a word about us.

Lynn and I are millennials and met in college. She is as beautiful at thirty-two as when we were first married. Lynn has the same gorgeous body that attracted the guys in college, and she still gets a lot of attention from men wherever she goes. Her angel face and blonde hair puts her in the same class as most glamorous models. In fact, she did some modeling shortly after college before teaching high school freshmen.

At times, I get jealous. She says not to worry. She still loves me. I'm her man.

Just to keep up, I make sure to keep fit. I workout three times a week and, for a mid-thirties guy, I'm in decent physical shape. After all, I still have hair and only a few pounds over my college weight. So, what's there not to like? Of course, that's me bragging, but the bottom line is, I like to think Lynn and I make for an attractive couple.

It isn't uncommon for a marriage to go through a lull. To be more specific, sex stops being what it once was. When we first met, neither of us could keep our hands off of each other. We fucked on our first date and it escalated from there. I remember asking her when she first learned to love sex so much. She said it was the very first time at her sweet sixteen party.

There were four couples celebrating at a friend's summer cabin. Lynn's girl friends had it all arranged. She and her boyfriend would be alone for a couple of hours when the others took the boat out on the lake. Lynn's boyfriend was to say he got seasick and couldn't go. It worked perfectly.

Lynn didn't go into all of the details with me. She only said they started in the bedroom and continued outside on the patio. He came three times, and it was the first time she had an orgasm. Lynn loved having the boy's cock inside her from the start, as well as the feeling of his spasms while he squirted inside her. The only thing she didn't like was imagining getting pregnant. She hadn't started birth control but she was lucky.

By the time we met in college, Lynn had many boyfriends. She was never shy about saying that most of the boys on the basketball team had her at least once, but none of them were as good in bed as me. Well, that's what she said. Anyway, maybe because I was the quarterback, she had plans on fucking her way through the football team. I proposed in our senior year before she got to the offensive line. She said, "Yes," and we married six months after graduation.

As I said, over the years sex lost it's excitement. Although we both knew it had become a dull routine, neither of us talked about it. She might have been afraid of hurting my feelings. For my part, I didn't want Lynn to think that she was no longer sexy and beautiful.

On our anniversary, we had a few glasses of wine and decided to watch a movie. During a love scene, Lynn curled up to me and said, "Curt, I wish we were like that again."

I gave her a kiss and said, "Me too," and I added, "We need to talk."

So that was the opening and a start to a different sex life. It started small with just an ordinary movie with an unremarkable sex scene. That night, we fucked like rabbits and agreed to talk about ways to spice up our waning sex life.

The first thing I did was go online and buy Lynn two sex toys. One was a rabbit vibrator, the other was Luna Beads. Lynn bought some erotic body lotions and cock rings.

I loved slathering the lotion over her tits and shaved pussy. She glistened like a newly waxed and polished race car. She had shaved ever since wearing skimpy bikinis during her modeling days. A few days after the toys arrived, she decided to shave around my balls and pubic area. When she finished, I looked like a pre-teen boy with a full eight inch shaft. Lynn took care of me with one of her best deep throat blowjobs. She was always good that way. My cum flowed like we were back in our college years.

There is a special erotic feeling when two people are fucking all oiled up. Half the time when I was on top, I kept sliding off when we got too athletic.

The cock rings helped. The look of my cock and balls encased in rings was a turn on for Lynn, and it kept me hard for longer. As for Lynn's toys, she loved her rabbit and I loved watching her use it, especially when it gave her multiple orgasms. She would tell me after she finished that she still preferred the toy between my legs. Lynn was always considerate that way.

The beads seemed to strengthen her Kegels. She religiously did her exercises and my cock got the benefit. I swear she was as tight as when we'd first had sex. In addition, she had more orgasms than in the past few years.

So, for several weeks, we were back on track but the novelty eventually wore off. "Curt, darling," she said, "the past month has been wonderful, but I think we're sliding back into a routine. What do you think we can do to stay out of a rut?"

I suggested we go to an adult book store and check out the videos and possibly other toys. She agreed. I left her alone to browse the DVDs while I looked for a another kind of toy. I really liked the pumps, pussy pumps, clit pumps and nipple pumps. Lynn said, "No," but she was willing to try the nipple clamps. We left the store with a set of clamps and two videos.

Before leaving she said, "Curt, what do they mean by a glory hole?" She had seen a sign stenciled in small letters that read, "For Glory Hole, Ladies Only."

"What does that mean?"

"Maybe you should go in and see for yourself," I said with a grin.

"Tell me about it on the way home."

We had been in the car for about ten minutes when Lynn brought it up again. "What's the glory hole?"

"Women, well, mostly women, go in the room that has holes in the wall. Men, who are usually strangers, are on the other side of the wall. They stick their dick through the hole and the girl on the other side sucks him off. Sometimes she lets him fuck her."

"Oh really? Women actually do that with strangers?"

"Sure they do. I even heard they have tournaments to see who can get the most men off in one hour."

"Hmmm. Sounds perverse." is all she said. We drove home saying nothing more about it.

The videos were okay, but they didn't really spice up our bedtime activities. What they did was to give us some ideas. One was to try anal.

"Lynn, let's try anal tonight."

"Oh Curt, that's so gross."

"Look, I'll go to the drugstore and pick up an enema kit and lube. You'll be all clean. We'll do the enema thing together if you want.'

"Oh, I don't know, Curt," but she said it with a smile.

So that's what we did.

First, we took a crash course on using the enema kit by reading the directions. Lynn said she didn't need my help and could do it alone. When she came out of the bathroom, her face was flushed and she was naked. Her lovely body excited me into an immediate erection. I took her hand, leading her into the bedroom. She held my cock as we climbed into bed.

I hoped to relax her as much as possible and nibbled on her nipples. No matter her mood, sucking her nipples made her wet before I even touched her clit. She pushed my head between her legs, and I spent a few minutes giving her an oral nirvana. I turned onto my back so she could mount me. Being on top was her favorite position. She took full advantage of my long hard pole.

Lynn said, "I want to have an orgasm before doing anal."

I said, "Fine but I want to cum in you ass, not your pussy."

We agreed.

She helped me put on my cock ring, then lowered her cunt all the way down my shaft. Rather than bouncing up and down as usual, she slowly and deliberately rode my dick until she turned over onto all fours. She'd had her mini-orgasm, and she was ready for me to fuck her ass.

I wasn't an expert but I knew the basics of anal sex. First was the lube, plenty of lube. I spread her ass cheeks and rubbed it around her sphincter without penetrating her anus. Adding more lube onto one finger, it slowly penetrated her butt hole. She squirmed but said nothing. I inserted it finger as far as possible before adding a second finger. Lynn let our a little squeal. It didn't seem to be from pain but more in surprise.

Working my two fingers slowly in and out, she got accustomed to the feeling of something intruding into her bottom. I sensed her ass ring relaxing. It was time for me to penetrate her with my stiff cock. I squirted a healthy glop of lube in my dick and pushed it in a short way.

"Are you in, Curt?"

"Just a little. Does it hurt?"

"A little."

I was in about halfway when she cried, "I don't know Curt. It feels funny, half hurting me and half a good hurt. Are you all the way in?"

"Just about," and I pushed all the way in before saying, "Yes, dear, I'm all the way in to my balls."

At that, I thrust into her rectum fast and hard. I pretty much forgot about her feelings and only concentrated on the tight hole I was fucking. She wailed and cried but never asked me to stop. I bored into her until finally delivering a prodigious load of cum. I must have squirted eight or ten shots of creamy fluids into her before letting my cock rest deep into that tunnel. It just stayed there for a few minutes until I softened and pulled out.

We said nothing. Lynn went to the bathroom. I fell asleep.

The next morning we talked a little about our first anal experience. She said she was sore, reminding her of the first time she had intercourse with her boyfriend. I asked if she would do it again and she said, "Maybe."

Over the next month we did anal two or three times. Each time was better than the previous one, so she was willing to do it more often. She said she was doing it more for me than for her.

One Saturday afternoon, Lynn said, "Curt, do you remember when we went to the adult book store and you bought me the nipple clamps?"

"I sure do, honey. What about it?"

"Well that dick hole or whatever you called it seems so mysterious. I kind of wonder about it."

"Yeah, it's called a glory hole. Are you read to try it?"

"Not exactly, but I had an idea."

"What's that?" I was deeply curious at that point.

"Maybe we could pretend and have our own glory hole."

"How do we do that?"

Lynn was all excited when she explained her plan.

"You go downstairs in the basement and drill a hole in the paneling between the utility room and our recreation room. Some night when I'm feeling horny, you go down and put your cock in that hole, and I'll give you a good blow job."

She didn't have to ask twice.

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"Darling," she said at dinner, "I heard the sound of a drill downstairs. What were you making?"

"I made you a glory hole. Do you want to try it after dinner?"

"No dear, I'm not ready. Anyway, I want to surprise you."

So we left the subject for another day. And what a surprise it was. Lynn led me down to the basement and said, "Happy birthday stud."

She had pasted a full size picture of me on the rec room wall - and the hole I had drilled was between my legs.

"Okay, put your thing in that hole so I can take a picture. She had the camera sitting on the pool table and waited for me to go behind the wall. I unzipped and pulled out my dick. The trouble was, it was soft.

"Curt, I don't see your thingy," she yelled.

Embarrassed, I pushed my flaccid member through the hole.

"Curt, is that the way it looks at the book store? I mean, are the guys limp when they put their dicks in the hole?"

"I really don't know, Lynn. I've never put my dick in a glory hole." As I said that, I could hear the click of the camera: Lynn took several pictures.

"Maybe I can come over and help."

Lynn wrapped her lovely lips around my cock and it quickly responded.

"Can you get your balls through the hole, honey?"

I had thought of that ahead of time because Lynn loves sucking my balls, especially when they are cleanly shaven. So, I'd made the hole large enough to squeeze them through the opening.

"There you go my sexy pervert," I said jokingly.

From there on it was a new and different deep throat experience. Lynn was an expert and never gagged. She prided herself in taking me all the way down without so much as a whimper. It wasn't long before I unloaded deep into her throat. It was only then she coughed a little before swallowing my massive load.

"Wait, Curt. Don't take it out," she commanded. Lynn must have taken a dozen pictures of my hard cock and balls sticking out through the wall completing my image pasted to the wall.

"Gosh that was fun," she giggled.

"So you might like to try it at the book store, right?"

"Maybe," she said.

"How about tonight?"

"I'm not ready."

"You seem ready," I told her.

"Don't push me, Curt,"

We dropped the subject.

Despite the many upgrades to our sex life, nothing seemed to last. We tried other new ideas. It was all a lot of fun but not a permanent fix. After several weeks, we were onto something else. This became an endless exercise on a sexual treadmill. We were moving but going nowhere.

"Curt," Lynn said at dinner, "our sex life is like the thrill of going on a cruise for two weeks, then coming home to the same old thing. First the anticipation, then the journey. In the end, nothing really has changed."

"You nailed it, dear. We're spinning our wheels."

"You might not agree to this, but please think it over before you say no."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, the church has monthly seminars for married couples. There is one called, 'Intimacy Through Faith.' Maybe we should try it."

"What? Are we talking about marriage counseling?"

"I don't think so. From what I read, it is supposed to bring married couples closer together in a spiritual way."

"But Lynn, neither of us are into the religious lifestyle."

"Maybe that's what we're missing, and we didn't realize it. Why not try it once. If it's not for us, we don't have to go back."

That's how we met Doug and Christy.

The seminar was pretty much group marriage counseling. People shared their concerns, some more than others. Sex was always an implied issue but never directly confronted and discussed. The best part was the mingling over coffee and cake. Some of the couples were in their second decade of marriage, so there were four couples around our age.

We hit it off immediately with Doug and Christy. It started by realizing neither of us had kids while most of the couples had two or three. We also were football fans, although our favorite teams were more or less rivals. It was easy to be with them, and they seemed to enjoy our company. We had a lot in common. She was an extrovert; Doug was more reserved but friendly with a subtle sense of humor.

After the second church meeting, they invited us to their house for a drink. Much of the time we talked about our views of the seminar and what we expected from the sessions. Christy wasn't shy about saying they were in search of some marital "stimulation." She didn't go into details. We didn't ask. Lynn suggested we get together at our house for dinner on the following Saturday. They accepted and said they would bring the wine.

I didn't want to come right out and tell Lynn that Christy was the most exotic beauty I'd ever seen. I just said she was elegant and easy on the eyes. Lynn agreed and said, "Doug isn't bad either."

Saturday we cooked our signature BBQ ribs. They aren't exactly a fast food item, so it gave us plenty of time to share several glasses of wine before dinner. The conversation swung from religion to sports to shopping to politics. Fortunately, their views matched ours until Christy said, "Hey, we've covered all of the taboo subjects except sex. We're all for it. How about you guys?"

Startled, Lynn looked at me for an answer. I spoke up first. "We're for it too. One reason for attending the church seminar was hoping it would add a little spice to our relationship."

Doug asked, "Well has it?

Lynn answered. "It hasn't exactly been stimulating in that respect. I think we have enjoyed meeting and hearing from the other couples."

Christy was feeling the effects of the wine and became a little more gregarious. She responded with, "Gee, Lynn, that's a little evasive. Are you two enjoying a better sex life since attending the seminars?'

Lynn's face blushed, so I said, "Not as much as we had hoped." I changed the subject and suggested we go downstairs to play a game of pool. "Okay everyone, the bar is open downstairs!"

Almost immediately after I switched on the lights, Christy screamed, "Oh my God, what's that?" pointing at my life size image on the wall.

Lynn said, "Oh it's just a silly birthday present I gave Curt."

"But why the hole, Lynn? It reminds me of a glory hole."

Embarrassed, Lynn and I looked at each other not knowing what to say.

"It is a glory hole, isn't it?" Christy gushed.

While Lynn was apologizing, saying she had forgotten to take it down, I asked, "Well, Christy, have you ever tried it?"

"Of course. We've tried just about everything. Come on Doug, go back there. Let's show them how it's done."

Doug responded as if he was reluctant, then said with a smile, "Well, I suppose somebody's got to do it."

As Doug turned to go behind the wall, Lynn turned to me and said, "Curt, we ought to go upstairs and leave these nice people to a little privacy."

"Oh no, Lynn," Christy begged. "Stay. We like having an audience. It makes it so much more exciting."

That's when we learned that Christy was not just an extravert but also an exhibitionist.

We heard the sound of Doug unzipping his pants and soon after his hard rod appeared through the wall. The man was hung like a bull.

Christy licked her lips, gave us a seductive smile and dropped to her knees in front of my poster. She had Doug down her throat in an instant. We heard lots of slurping sounds from Christy's ravenous mouth and Doug's growls of delight. They must have gone at it for about five minutes when Christy turned to Lynn and said, "Get over here and have a little desert with me."

"I can't," and she looked at me with a quizzical expression.

""Curt, tell her it's okay."

"I guess so," I said and gave Lynn a kiss.

Christy moved aside when Lynn got into position. There was no need for her to pretend she was an innocent virgin. This wasn't exactly new for her. After all, she had sucked me off in the same spot a week earlier. Only the cock was unfamiliar.

At first, Lynn held his cock as if to examine it. Slowly she licked the tip and hesitated to put it in her mouth.

"Come on Lynn, don't be shy. You're teasing Doug. Show him how you blow Curt."

At last Lynn had him in her mouth. Doug had obviously heard the conversation on the other side of the wall, and knew he was fucking Lynn's mouth. He began drilling her with a dozen powerful strokes, then groaned and yelled, "Yes, yes, yes!"

I thought Lynn would pull away, but she swallowed his load. I suppose she did it from habit. I could see cum dripping from her lips and so did Christy who quickly grabbed Lynn by the head. They kissed and their tongues danced until all of the creamy fluid disappeared down their throats.

"Oh, Lynn," Christy said, "I couldn't help myself. I just love Doug's cum and had to share it with you. I hope you're okay with that."

Lynn looked confused and said nothing at first. When Doug returned, Lynn turned to me and said, "Okay, it's your turn, big boy."

Christy enthusiastically agreed.

"Okay," I agreed. "Let's have another glass of wine first."

I knew I was no match for Doug, but I wanted to feel Christy's lips engulf my hard pole. In fact, my pants began to bulge just thinking about it while I gulped down another glass of Chianti.

Maybe I was too eager. I was first to finish the wine and left for the far side of the wall. I pressed my dick through the hole and nothing happened. For a moment, there wasn't a sound. Then I heard Christy's voice say, "Oh look, Lynn, something just crawled out of the wall. Let's go see what it is."

Christy took me first. I could tell it wasn't Lynn because she likes to play with my balls before sucking my cock. Christy was good at giving head, very good. I wanted to blast inside her lips, yet it seemed fair to let Lynn have a little fun.

This time the girls used a different technique. First it was Christy, then Lynn, back to Christy, and again Lynn. They exchanged their attentions to my throbbing cock until I let loose a massive load into Christy's throat. I couldn't tell if the girls shared the riches but, later, Lynn told me Christy had swallowed it all.

Before they left after midnight, we agreed that instead of returning to the church seminar next week, we would get together at their house. They didn't mention anything about entertainment.

More of Lynn and Curt to follow