My wife's journey from frigidity to superhot: Wife's Frigidity Problem Solved
MY WIFE'S JOURNEY FROM FRIGIDITY TO SUPERHOT(EROTIC, FANTASY)
Wife's Frigidity Problem Solved
I had a stopover at Amsterdam for four hours, so I sat in the airport bar, nursing a whisky. Since it was past midnight, the bar was almost deserted. I chose the farthest table in a dark corner near the glass pane, through which I could see the escalator, and hoped to see some beautiful women.
I was so deeply engrossed in my thoughts and staring into the amber liquid that I started and looked up when a voice asked me, " Is this seat taken?" I looked up into the smiling green eyes of a blonde lady. I was surprised since the bar was almost empty; she could have chosen any table.
I smiled and told her, "Of course not, please be seated . I am sorry, I was preoccupied".
She thanked me and sat in the chair on my left side and ordered wine and salad. She said "cheers" and sipped her wine. I acknowledged and sipped my whisky.
After a couple of minutes, she asked me out of the blue," So, what is bothering you?"
I was surprised." Is it so obvious?"I asked her.
"For blind people, no," she had an easy way of making friends with her beautiful smile.
I sighed and glanced at her for the first time. She was in her mid-thirties and was wearing a loose white T-shirt concealing huge tits. That she was not wearing a bra was obvious from her protruding nipples and the way her breasts were moving freely. She was not exactly slim but had taken care not to turn flabby. She was wearing a black skirt that was riding high on her knees and exposing milk-white thighs. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was silky and had a smooth texture and fragrance.
"I don't know if you would understand. My life is in shambles," I told her.
"Then I am the best person to talk to. After I leave for London in a few hours, you may not see me at all, and your secrets will be safe with me. Maybe I can give solutions to your problems. You were looking so dejected, that's why I thought I would cheer you up." She was beaming.
I considered. I thought she was right.
"OK, Thanks very much for your concern. I told you that my life is in shambles; actually, my sex life is in shambles. I am married only a few months back, and I feel I am masturbating when I have sex with her. She spreads her legs and lies there watching TV as I pound her. There is no emotion at all in her." I blurted out, and my face turned crimson.
Whisky is making you lose balance, you idiot, I thought. She did not laugh or mock. She thought seriously for a few moments.
"Did you try foreplay, suck tits, lick pussy?" she asked earnestly.
"I tried everything. Nothing works. It is like trying to light up a wet log," I told her despondently.
"Maybe you should give her some time, in your Hindu families, you don't date and see the girl only during marriage. So you require time for adjustment," she suggested.
I laughed. "We dated for six months, and that should have been enough," I told her.
She was curious. "During your dating, how was she? Was she frigid or did she show interest in petting, kissing?" she asked me frankly.
"When we were dating, she was hot like a steaming boiler. She is so beautiful, sexy, and curvaceous, your Shakiras, Angelina Jolies, Monica Beluccis will run for cover if they see her. If I had not restrained myself, I could have had sex with her hundreds of times. She was so hot, so driven by passion, I had difficulty keeping her hands off my pants or my hands off her tits and panties.
"If there were two, three minutes of privacy available, she would either lift her T-shirt and ask me to suck her breast or would undo my zip and suck my tool. She was so hot." I told her, smiling as I recollected the old, happy days.
The waiter brought her salad. She took one piece of cucumber, was about to put it in her mouth, hesitated, and put her hand in her lap. Then she laughed."Now you are making me wet with all the talk. So why did she go into the freezer after marriage?" She asked me.
"That was what I was trying to figure out when you came. Does marriage act like water to fire for some women?" I asked.
She stared at me for a few seconds. She put the cucumber in the plate and took one carrot and put it in her lap. "What would you give me if I solved your problem?" she asked.
"If I had a kingdom, I would have given half. Now, I can buy all your drinks," I joked and signaled the waiter to bring two refills.
"The problem with your wife is that she gets turned on only by an uncertain fear of being discovered with pants down and while engaging in sex. Nothing else will turn on the heat.
"Now, think back. Did she ever fondle you or suck your cock or give her tits to you when you were alone?" She leaned back in her chair, crossed her hands over her chest, and studied me. Her breasts jutted out, and her nipples were more erect. I was thunderstruck.
"Yes, you are absolutely right. When we were alone, she was always well behaved; she thwarted me if I tried to kiss her or fondle her breasts. But once we were in public, she was always looking for opportunities. If a street is deserted, she would lift her skirt and ask me to lick her pussy until someone came along. While going in the elevator, she would put her hand in my pants or rub her breast against my elbow." I was getting excited.
"That is your answer. You are lucky and also unlucky. Your wife is very passionate, very hot, and a live wire. But you can not have leisurely sex in the comfort of a bedroom. You have to seize and steal moments while in public, in movies, in shopping malls," she said as she put the carrot in the plate.
I was curious."Why are you not eating your salad? You have been taking pieces, putting them in your lap, and putting them back in the plate?" I asked, puzzled. She smiled.
"Go ahead, taste one," she prodded me. I took a carrot piece and chewed.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Different. Chef must have put some strange ingredient," I said.
She laughed." That was not Chef. That was me. The coating on that carrot came from my pussy juice. I was so turned on by your story that my pussy started flowing. So, I thought, why not use it?"
I was jolted. Immediately, my cock sprang into attention. She was amused by my dumbfounded expression.
"But how do you manage to insert it? Your pants will come in the way?" I blurted out.
"Because I don't wear one." She drew her chair back, parted her legs, and showed me her clean-shaven, glistening pussy. She drew her chair close again, put her elbows on the table, and motioned me to come closer.
"See, I immediately understood your problem because your wife and I are sisters in that sense. I get excited only in public places, and the danger of detection thrills me. You have not observed, but one chap on the escalator saw what I was doing. He is going up and down on that escalator just to see me doing it." I turned and looked just in time to see an old man avert his eyes as he was going up.
She lifted her T-shirt, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her tit. As I started squeezing, she placed her hand in my lap, undid the zip, pulled out my dick, and started massaging.
"I can make out that you are married by your ring and your nipple size. Where is your husband? Won't he be angry if he saw what you are doing?" I asked as I tried to reach the other tit also.
"He is not angry but horny as hell, he will come in his pants, if we delay further," She waved to a man sitting two tables away. That tall man who was glancing once in a while at us ambled over and took a seat opposite her.
I tried to take my hands from her T-shirt, but she pressed her hands on mine and told him, "Larry, his wife also has the same problem as me. So I was teaching him how to cope."
I was in a fix. I was squeezing this chap's wife's breasts during the introduction and did not know how to react. I smiled and said "Hello". He returned my smile and told her under his breath that the waiter was approaching.
I took out my hands, and she straightened her shirt by the time the waiter approached us. I told the waiter to repeat the order. The waiter took the order and left.
He smiled at her. "Now what is the plan of action?" He asked her.
"I will get under the table and blow him, then you can pound me doggy style on the table over there," She told him, pointing out to a corner table which was shielded from view until anyone crossed the separation wall.
She got up, stretched, and yawned. Her fabulous tits moved up provocatively. She smiled and waved at the old man, who was on his 100th trip on the escalator, to keep looking at her. He hurriedly averted his eyes.
She took one more all-around glance to check all was clear, bent down, and crawled under the table. The tablecloth was covering her as she started licking my cock. I put my hands under the table and started fondling her tits and nipples. Her husband's face was neutral.
"You are very lucky, you found out early about your wife's problem from her. I spent God knows how much time and money on sexologists, doctors, and psychiatrists to know the reasons for her frigidity. You know, finally, who advised me correctly?" he asked me.
I was half listening to him. I was in 7th heaven as she was giving a very expert blow job.
I shook my head. "Her Grandmother. She told me that even she was frigid. When she discovered that she was excited by the presence of danger, she confided in her husband, and they formulated a plan to have sex when they were in a crowd. She taught us how to go about. he was also squeezing her tit under the table.
Now she was increasing the speed of her head. It took all my willpower not to shout as the waiter was keeping our drinks. My face must be flushed because he gave me strange looks.
"Madam's drink," he was looking around for her.
"She went to the restroom, she will return," Her husband told. The waiter nodded and left.
As soon as he left, I ejaculated violently in her mouth. I clutched the table and tried not to shout or moan as spasm after spasm was rocking my body.
"Is coast clear?" she asked in a low voice, mouth half full. Her husband said yes, she wriggled out from under the table, rushed to the washroom, returned after a few minutes looking fresh and happy.
I thanked both of them. They smiled and proceeded to the corner table. She lifted her skirt and bent over the table. Her white buttocks were beautiful in sharp contrast against the black skirt. She was smiling at me as her husband spread her pussy lips and thrust his entire length of erect dick in one shot. He held her waist firmly and started giving violent thrusts.
After several minutes, I saw two couples were about to come our way, I was about to warn them, but they turned and took some other seats. With each thrust, her breath was coming out in gasps, she was clutching the table and spreading her legs, and was giving back thrusts, meeting him mid-way.
Then I saw the waiter was approaching with the bill. I warned them, he took out his cock and faced the other way as if studying a painting, and she lowered her skirt and was reading a menu card. I paid him cash and a tip for all our drinks. Once he thanked and left, I motioned to them. They resumed, and after five minutes, he filled her pussy. They kissed each other and proceeded to the restrooms.
After they came back, she kissed me on the cheek, told me it was wonderful, and wished me a happy, colorful sex life. I sincerely thanked them and waved at them as they were leaving. I completed my drink and her pussy juice garnished salad and proceeded to my boarding gate...
...My wife Shruti and the staff of my supermarket chain thought I had gone mad when I started making alterations.
I have an office in all my supermarkets. Outside the door, there is one cash register, a billing and card swiping machine on a waist-high table. There is a latch at the other end so that no one can come in. I increased the height of the table to almost chest level and the width to about three feet. I explained that I find it easier to sit on a high stool and work.
The actual reason, of course, was different. Shruti is naked from the waist down when we are behind that desk. When she is billing the customers and talking to them, I will be licking and sucking her pussy. When I am dealing with customers, she will be sucking me.
We are always in a state of arousal. Customers or staff can not see a bent-down Shruti, getting her pussy banged by me. Customers can not suspect that Shruti is riding my cock as I lie supine on a table beneath her, as she is billing them, or can they?
Once, I heard Mrs. Kapoor asking Shruti why she keeps jumping.
Without batting an eyelid or slowing down, Shruti replied, "You know, Mrs. Kapoor, standing the whole day gives me cramps. My doctor told me that jumping while standing or moving your limbs constantly will reduce stiffness."
Our sex life is roaring. Shruti comes up with innovative ideas like having sex in half-filled movie theatre back row seats, in a parked car back seat during heavy rain, in the last rows of an A/C bus in a long-distance journey... Though sometimes I miss sex in the comfort of a cozy bedroom...you can't have everything, can you?
THE END
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