Passions Rekindled - Sex Stories

Passions Rekindled

I love the summer. Evenings in the mountains in August are cool and refreshing. The air is crisp, scented by the pines, and by the loam underfoot. Moist with the afternoon showers that drift by, cleansing land and sky only to dissipate, leaving stars to shine like a thousand candles to light the way. These summer evenings seem to hold the promise that the adventure of a lifetime is ready for you, you just need to step into the adventure that awaits and trust to nature and fate, and all will be well. Perhaps I’m projecting my own optimism into the night, but I really do feel it. My wife and I walk along the earthen path, hand in hand, that leads from our cabin to the central lodge. We are on our way to dinner, to adventure, to him. Tonight is the culmination of six months of careful preparation and seduction, a step by step path allowing my wife to realize the beauty and femininity within her. Six months of carefully nurturing the growing realization that children and age may change the body, but that the body, her body, can still arouse the wants and needs of men. She is truly radiant. Her Cherokee ancestry has blessed her with long, black hair that reflects the light of the night, making it shimmer and shine as it cascades over her shoulders and down her back. High cheekbones frame dark brown eyes that are so incredibly large they almost seem like the eyes of an anime character. Eyes that command your attention, and contain a smoldering sensuality that promises ...

... uncontrollable passion. Passion. How did I lose the ability to awaken that passion within her? It was such a gradual thing that it slipped away unnoticed. Marriage leads to familiarity. Familiarity leads to predictability. Predictability leads to boredom. I’m sure it’s the same path travelled by thousands of other couples. Children come and free time goes. Promotions mean more work and less time. Stress saps energy. The great pendulum of life always extracts a payment for each advance until one day you wake up and find that the heart is full of love, but the passion for your love is gone. What is there left to do? I made the same decision that far too many men make. With passion gone at home I would find passion with another. I signed up on a dating site that had a section devoted to people who wanted to find passion outside of their marriage. I thought that the number of women on the site would be small, and of those an even smaller number that would find interest in me, but I was surprised at the number of women who contacted me. I would flirt with these women online whenever time and circumstances allowed and even meet one now and then. We would meet for drinks, or a meal, or dancing. I would employ every seductive technique I knew and would end the evening with soft kisses and smooth caresses and a promise that we would be together soon but knowing full well that we would not. Occasionally one of the ladies would want to continue our tryst into the night, but for the most part we ...