Passions Rekindled - Sex Stories

Passions Rekindled

... parted for the evening, each of us gaining what we needed most, fulfilling our need to be wanted. And that’s how I came to understand that what my wife needed to feel was wanted. That it was, indeed, my fault that the passion had dwindled. Through the years that we, meaning she, had raised our children, sex had become, in her eyes, a need to be fulfilled, not an opportunity to explore each other’s bodies in a slow and sensual dance of touch, taste and smell. So I turned this revelation into a commitment to once again seduce my wife, to re-awaken the passion between us. The problem was how to erase years of what amounted to emotional neglect? I tried all the same things that I had done with the other women. I would take her out for a romantic meal, and she would talk about the wasted money. If I suggested going dancing, she would say she was too tired. Flowers? They just wilt, and in her eyes lingerie would highlight her flaws instead of her assets. We still had regular sex, but that was all it was, just regular. After five or ten minutes of foreplay it was time to get into the missionary position for a quick fuck. That was all she was used to getting. All my actions and all my words were in vain. Then the most marvelous thing happened! Early in January I logged back into that dating site. That night I was feeling particularly lost as to what I could do to awaken the fire within her, and was contemplating contacting one of the ladies I’d dated with the goal of a night of wild ...

... sex. My inbox had several messages in it. Some from new girls, and some from women I had gone out with in the past. So I started to clear my inbox. I wasn’t interested in any of the new girls so that went fast. A couple of the messages from past dalliances were promising, and gave me some possibilities for contacts. Then there was one from Linda. Linda was the woman I had met up with most, and the one with which I had come closest to actually having sex. Linda was what every man dreams of in a partner, both an emotional partner and a physical one. She stood 5’ 5” tall, and weighed about 140 pounds. Every pound was strategically placed on her frame. Long, tapered legs melded into what could only be described as that classic, inverted heart shaped ass, whose full rounded lobes fit my hands so beautifully on the dance floor. Every slow dance she would press herself against me just so I could stroke and squeeze that ass. Within seconds she could feel the power her body had over me through the hard bulge in my pants. She would laugh softly, lean her upper body away from me for a few moments to expose the cleavage showing out the top of her dress, then lean back in and ask me which of her assets had aroused me to such heights. If a faster song came on she would turn and grind her ass against me and, if the club was dark enough, guide my hands along her body until they were cupping her breasts. She was never satisfied with our dirty dancing unless the management asked us to leave. ...