Are you as bored with our sex life as I am?

As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt a mountain of tension leave my body. To know that I wasn't alone in my frustrations, that James had been feeling the same way that I'd been was an enormous relief. It validated the thoughts I'd been having during sex and I knew I wasn't alone. And so I reacted in the only way I could.

I started laughing uncontrollably.

My whole body shook and I had to raise a hand to stop my breasts from jiggling as they often did when I laughed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my emotions got the better of me. It felt wonderful.

I rolled over in bed to face my husband, finding his lips spread in a tentative smile, which only made me giggle harder. I raised my hand to caress his handsome face. That contact did two things: relieved the nervousness behind his eyes and somehow turned my laughter contagious. Starting with a low chuckle and then turning into a gut rumbling train of guffaws, my husband joined me in near hysterical laughter. Soon the two of us were shaking like fools as if sharing a private joke like we had when we were teens.

After what seemed like at least an hour of shared hilarity, but was more likely only a few minutes, I calmed down enough to nod my head and respond to James' question. "Yes, I am. I was actually just thinking about how we'd been as kids, the excitement of having sex, how we could barely keep our hands off each other. I couldn't pinpoint when things changed."

His blues eyes lit up at the reference to our youth and he slid closer until his arm was able to wrap around me. "Yeah, remember the time we almost got caught having sex by my younger sister?"

Boy, did I. We'd been at James' house in the basement. He'd been sitting on the couch when I got to feeling randy and, to our knowledge, nobody else had been at home at the time. I'd freed his dick from his pants and stroked it to a firm hardness before pulling aside the panties beneath my short skirt and climbing onto his lap. As he slid home I'd pulled up my tanktop, letting my already swollen tits spill free for him to play with as he wished. We were so focused on our screwing that we barely heard the footsteps on the stairs in time.

The only thing that saved us was the fact that we were still mostly clothed. Panic sped our movements as I pulled my shirt across my saliva-covered breasts and tried to spread the bunched up material of my skirt out so that it at least hid my thighs. James' cock couldn't be stuffed back into his pants in time so he pulled his shirt low in a barely passable attempt at hiding it from view. I couldn't remember the exact reason Paige, his petite, red-headed sister came downstairs, but I do remember the knowing look she gave us and the tiny smile that spread across her freckled face before she bounded back upstairs.

I also remembered the heat pouring from my pussy and the pounding James gave me after she left, pushing me against the wall and giving me two sweet loads before he was done. I'd unknowingly been pregnant already with our first child, but I'm sure that if I hadn't been, I would have gotten pregnant that day.

"Sure," I replied, snuggling in closer to my husband. "Remember our honeymoon?" James practically growled in response.

We didn't have a lot of money after graduation and even less after our daughter was born, but our parents pooled some money together and rented us a cabin for an extended weekend getaway. It was tucked away on the side of a mountain, complete with a hot tub that was used every night we were there. In fact, I remembered wearing a skimpy bikini almost all weekend, showing off my hot, nubile body and teasing James with my large juggs and tight ass every chance I could. He walked around with a permanent hard-on the entire time. His eyes never left me, following me every second while I wiggled and swayed for his enjoyment. Of course, I didn't just tease him. We must have fucked at least four times a day too; in the hot tub, in the king-sized bed, in the cramped little shower, at the breakfast table, even on one of the nearby walking trails.

I'm pretty sure our son was conceived on that trip.

"Exactly!" James face took on an intense expression. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! We used to be so adventurous and I feel like we've lost that." He raised a finger almost like he was a professor making a point. "But I think we can bring it back, if we make a commitment with each other to try."

It was like my husband was reading my mind. Every worry I'd had, every desire to rekindle our love life was echoed in his words. I gave him a light kiss on the lips, his stubble rough against my cheeks. "That's what I want too. I want to feel like a kid again, have mind-blowing sex again. Hell, I want to feel like a sexy woman again. But the question is, how do we do it."

"Well, I've got an plan," James said, so quickly that I wondered exactly how long he'd been considering this conversation. Had he been thinking about it longer than I had? "Next weekend, when the kids are out of the house, how about we both bring an idea that we'd like to try. Something sexual, a fantasy that we haven't done before or haven't done for a long time. And then we can do something like flipping a coin to choose whether we act out your suggestion or mine."

His 'plan' was appealing to me on a lot of levels. If both of us brought individual fantasies, not only did ensure that the commitment was coming from both of us, but it would heighten the sexual anticipation and potential make our sex that much better. We would even learn more about our partners wants, their desires, their darker needs. It could only strengthen our bond.

Little did I know at the time, this innocent sounding game would lead both of us down a path that would change us, and our relationship, forever. But of course, I didn't know that and looking back, even if I did, I would still probably answer in exactly the same way.

"That sounds great," I gushed, my mind already flipping through a list of options that I might want to try. I kissed him deeper, communicating my love non-verbally to my husband. "I'm glad you said something. I think this will be a good thing for us."

"Me too," he replied, squeezing me tightly in his strong arms. I melted into him, sighing as, for the first time in a long time, I felt total contentment. We both fell asleep like that, warm in each other's embrace.