<p>“Have you fucked your wife this week?” Spencer asked.</p><p>Barry looked at his friend and pondered a series of responses. The first was to say, “Fuck you,” and be done with it. There was no reason to be so aggressive, though. Spencer’s question was blunt, but it didn’t seem that he had ill intent. Barry thought about trying to avoid the subject, but he suspected Spencer had asked for a reason. So, he settled on saying the only thing that made any sense: The truth.</p><p>“No,” Barry answered.</p><p>Spencer sat back and ran his fingers through the condensation on his beer bottle. “So we’ve been in this beautiful, insanely luxurious cabin for nearly a week and you haven’t had sex with your wife. I know things tend to slow down for married couples – it’s actually one of the reasons I don’t really want to get married – but isn’t vacation supposed to heat things up a little?”</p><p>Barry sipped his beer and looked out over the beautiful forest that stretched out behind the cabin they’d rented. The massive deck and the view off of it was one of the reasons their friends had pooled their money and sprung for such an expensive place.</p><p>“It’s not quite the same with nine people in the house, you know?” Barry said.</p><p>“Barry, you and I both know that the other married couples haven’t let that slow them down,” Spencer replied.</p><p>Barry knew his answer was weak. He’d heard the sex the other couples were having. Even Spencer had gotten laid after convincing a local waitress to bring him back to her place for a one night stand.</p><p>“Fair enough,” Barry said. “Marie and I are in a little bit of a down period, Spencer. It happens. I’d hoped that this trip would help get us out of it, but it hasn’t. It’s possible it’s made it worse, to be honest.”</p><p>“Worse?” Spencer asked. “How?”</p><p>“Like you said, it’s obvious that everyone else is having sex. They’re doing what we thought we’d be doing. We’re not, though. Something’s missing. The spark just isn’t there. We both want it to be there, but it isn’t. So, we both end up feeling bad because we know these other couples are having sex and we’re not. Last night it sounded like Mark and Teri were going at it for nearly an hour. I don’t blame them, but it created this air of awkwardness. Both Marie and I just laid there in bed listening to them have sex. We didn’t talk. We couldn’t fall asleep. We didn’t try and get something going between each other. I’m pretty sure we both just wished Mark and Teri would hurry the fuck up and finish,” Barry explained.</p><p>Spencer laughed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at your expense, but that sounds comically awful.”</p><p>Barry laughed along with his friend. “No need to apologize. You’re right. It’s the sort of misery that’s worth laughing about.” He took a long sip of his beer and turned to his friend. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you bring it up? My sex life, that is. Did you notice something?”</p><p>Spencer looked away, almost like he was embarrassed. “Uh, well, sort of, I guess.”</p><p>Barry waited for his friend to finish his answer, but Spencer just stared out into the forest. “Care to elaborate?”</p><p>Spencer cleared his throat and said, “Well, yesterday, when you were on that hike, Marie and I were talking a little. Out here, actually. We were sharing a beer. And, well, it was a small thing, but it seemed like she was…flirting.”</p><p>“With you?” Barry asked.</p><p>Spencer laughed. “I was the only one out here, man, so yes, with me. Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe I was a little bit buzzed and I’m completely out of my mind, but it seemed like she was flirting.”</p><p>Barry stared into the woods as he thought back to the group dinner they’d had a few nights earlier. He’d noticed Marie staring at Spencer a little too much that night, like she was nursing a crush on him and trying to figure out how to share her desires. At the time Barry told himself he was out of his mind, that Marie wouldn’t do that in front of their friends, that his sexual frustration was making him see things that weren’t happening. Now, he wasn’t so sure.</p><p>“I’m frustrated,” Barry said. “Sexually, I mean. It’s been a while since Marie and I had good sex. We’ve had bad sex a few times, which is the most depressing thing in the world. Maybe she’s frustrated too. Maybe she’s exercising that frustration with a little bit of flirting.”</p><p>“I flirted back,” Spencer confessed. “I didn’t really know I was doing it. I was just going with the flow of the conversation, but it turns out that I was flirting with your wife. I’m sorry about that.”</p><p>Barry looked at his friend. Spencer looked genuinely contrite. It wasn’t his fault that Marie had flirted with him, so it was awfully hard to be angry at him. “Don’t worry about it,” Barry said. “It’s not your fault that Marie and I are struggling a little bit. And you know what, if a little flirting helps her, I can’t see any harm in it.”</p><p>Spencer offered a quizzical look and asked, “Are you saying I should flirt with Marie if she flirts with me?”</p><p>“It’s just flirting, right?” Barry said. “I mean, you’re literally just talking to her, and if that gives her a little of what she needs or helps her in some way, I’m not sure I see the downside to it. I guess that’s a little bit crazy, but, if I’m being honest, I’m a little desperate. I mean, it’s been months since we’ve had good sex.”</p><p>“I’m sure it won’t happen again, but I guess that’s good to know just in case it does,” Spencer replied. “And if it comes up, I’ll do what’s best for my friend and flirt with his wife.”</p><p>They both laughed as Barry stared out over the deck and into the expanse of trees beyond the cabin. He wanted to restore his sex life to what it used to be and he was more than happy to let Marie do a little flirting with his friend if it meant they’d get to have good sex again.</p><p>“Hey, you two,” Spencer said.</p><p>Barry and Marie turned to see their friend standing in the kitchen in his swimsuit. He had two beers in each hand and a smile on his face.</p><p>“How about a little hot tub time?” he asked. “There’s nothing like a good soak to help you relax after a day of hiking.”</p><p>Marie looked at Barry with a smile on her face. He thought back to his conversation with Spencer and of the way his wife had looked at their friend over dinner that night. “I’m exhausted,” he said. “You go ahead. Get your soak on. Have a few beers.”</p><p>“Are you sure?” Marie asked.</p><p>Barry leaned over, kissed her cheek, and said, “Absolutely. Have fun.”</p><p>Marie got off the couch and headed towards the stairs. “Let me change into my bikini. I’ll be right down.”</p><p>“Okay, I’ll meet you out there,” Spencer said.</p><p>Barry watched his wife head upstairs with a surprising bounce in her step. She seemed excited and he wondered if it was at the prospect of spending a little time along with Spencer.</p><p>“You sure you don’t want to join us, man?” Spencer asked. “I’m telling you, there’s nothing like a good soak in the hot tub, and this one happens to have a beautiful view off the deck.”</p><p>“I’m good,” Barry said. “Besides, I always get too hot after five minutes and end up being kind of uncomfortable. You go ahead and soak away.”</p><p>“Okay. Your loss,” Spencer said as he turned and headed out the back door and onto the deck.</p><p>Barry heard the hot tub roar to life a few moments later. Not long after, Marie came bounding down the stairs. He turned to see that she’d changed into her blue bikini. It was the skimpiest swimsuit she owned and it left quite a bit of her ass exposed. Barry felt a stirring of desire as he watched his wife’s breasts bounce with every step. Had she picked that bikini because she wanted to be enticing to Spencer, or was the other option still wet from her last soak?</p><p>“Have fun,” Barry said.</p><p>Marie smiled and headed for the back door. Barry watched her hips sway with every step and marveled at how good her ass looked in the bikini.</p><p>“Wow, look at you,” Barry heard Spencer say from the hot tub.</p><p>Marie smiled and spun around as Barry watched from the couch. She was unquestionably showing off for their friend. He heard Spencer whistle before Marie shut the door and headed towards the hot tub, depriving Barry of the view of his beautiful wife.</p><p>He turned back to his phone and his Twitter feed, but he couldn’t focus as he scrolled. All he could think about was Marie and Spencer in the hot tub. It wasn’t that he wanted to throw on his swimsuit and join them, though. For some reason he wanted to watch. He wanted to see if his suspicions about Marie were right. He wanted to see if she was actually doing a little flirting with Spencer.</p><p>Then Barry remembered that their bedroom had a view of the hot tub. He got off the couch and headed upstairs. He shut the bedroom door and slowly approached the window. He knew what he was doing was a little strange and he didn’t want to get caught. He peered out and confirmed that Marie and Spencer would have had to look directly up to see him, and even then the sun’s reflection off the glass might have made it impossible for them to notice that they were being watched.</p><p>Marie and Spencer were seated on opposite sides of the hot tub. They both had a beer in their hand and two more rested on the ledge, ready to be consumed. Barry couldn’t hear anything, but the body language he witnessed made it seem like their conversation was perfectly friendly. There was quite a bit of staring out at the view, some laughter, and what seemed like Marie telling some sort of story that Spencer found hilarious.</p><p>Things didn’t really change until Marie finished her first beer. She moved closer to Spencer to grab her second and she didn’t move back. Just like that they were sitting next to each other. Barry couldn’t see through the bubbles, but they were close enough for their legs to be touching.</p><p>Almost immediately Marie’s body language changed. She leaned towards Spencer. She sat up a little, leaving her breasts above the water, a sight that Spencer no doubt enjoyed. The conversation seemed to have gotten more intimate, though Barry could only guess what they were talking about.</p><p>After Spencer finished his beer, Marie leaned forward to take the empty bottle from him. For a few moments they were close enough to share a kiss, and for some reason Barry found himself hoping they would. He held his breath as Marie remained so close to his friend. An unfamiliar kind of excitement rushed through him, and then Marie took the empty bottle and moved back. She placed it next to hers and Spencer opened his second beer and took a drink. Barry didn’t have a great view, but his friend looked a little confused. He wondered if Marie had been flirting a little harder than it seemed from the window.</p><p>As their conversation resumed, one of Marie’s hands moved under the water. A moment later a surprised look crossed Spencer’s face. They stopped talking and Marie leaned closer. Barry held his breath again. It looked like his wife was moving in for a kiss, like the combination of flirting and a little alcohol was enough to unleash her pent-up desire.</p><p>They kissed as Barry watched from the window. Without thinking, he reached down and played with his cock. The kiss continued. It looked like it involved tongue. Marie’s arm moved under the water. She must have been touching Spencer. Barry was hard in his pants. He stroked his cock faster.</p><p>The kiss deepened. Spencer leaned in and reached up to caress Marie’s face and neck as their tongues danced. His hand moved over her collar bone and under the water’s surface. Barry watched his friend play with his wife’s breasts in her skimpy bikini top. Marie’s arm moved faster. She must have been playing with Spencer’s cock under the water.</p><p>Barry was about to unzip his pants and pull his cock out when he heard the garage door opener. Their friends had returned home from their trip to the grocery store. Marie and Spencer must have heard it too, as they stopped kissing. Marie stood up and climbed out of the hot tub. Spencer said something and she leaned over and kissed him again. She clearly wasn’t feeling guilty. She walked towards the door and Barry moved away from the window. He opened the bedroom door – he didn’t want to look like he was doing anything untoward – and hopped in the bed.</p><p>Marie appeared soon after. She’d found a towel on her way to the bedroom and had it wrapped around her body.</p><p>“How was the hot tub?” Barry asked.</p><p>Marie smiled and shut the bedroom door. She dropped the towel and said, “Get your clothes off.”</p><p>Barry watched Marie strip off her bikini bottoms and untie her top. In the blink of an eye she was naked.</p><p>“Get naked, Barry,” she said. “Now. I want to fuck.”</p><p>For just a moment Barry thought about telling Marie that he’d watched her kiss Spencer and that he knew why she was so eager to have sex. He thought better of it, though. He knew it was weird, but he was just as turned on as she was. He opted to choose sex over getting into a protracted argument with his wife. He stripped as quickly as possible as Marie locked the bedroom door. She leapt into the bed and straddled him without commenting on the fact that he was nearly-erect without any stimulation.</p><p>They kissed as Marie reached down and took him inside her soaking wet pussy. Barry groaned into his wife’s mouth as he felt her intense heat and wetness surround him.</p><p>“Fuck, Marie, you feel so fucking good,” Barry said.</p><p>Marie sat up and put her hands on his chest. She moved her hips back and forth over his cock, grinding her clit into his pelvis and unleashing a moan that their friends almost certainly heard. She clearly didn’t care. They’d all been having loud sex that week and it was finally time for Marie to get in on the fun.</p><p>Barry reached up to play with his wife’s breasts as she rode him. He gently pulled on her nipples like she’d always enjoyed and she closed her eyes, rolled her head towards the ceiling, and moaned in what sounded like pure delight.</p><p>“Barry, your cock feels so fucking good inside me,” Marie said.</p><p>It was Barry’s turn to moan. He hadn’t heard those words – or any like it – from his wife in an impossibly long time.</p><p>“Yeah?” he asked. “My cock feels good in your tight little pussy?”</p><p>Marie smiled. It seemed that she liked Barry’s attempt at a little dirty talk. “It does,” she said. “You’re stretching out my tight little pussy so good. You’re so fucking deep inside me, baby.”</p><p>Marie leaned down and they kissed as she rode him. Barry grabbed her ass and thrust his cock up into her pussy, matching his rhythm to hers as they both barreled towards their orgasms.</p><p>“Fuck me, Barry,” she said as her lips hovered just above his. “Fuck my tight little cunt. Fuck it hard.”</p><p>Barry lifted his hips off the bed with remarkable speed and power. It didn’t matter that her lust had been set ablaze by a mild dalliance with Spencer. What mattered was that Marie was on his cock and filling his ear with dirty talk. Her passion was real. Her desire for him was real. Her lust was real for the first time in months. It seemed that they’d gotten out of their rut.</p><p>All thoughts of Marie kissing Spencer drifted from Barry’s head as he lost himself in the pure joy of being inside her. The sound of his pelvis slamming into hers filled the room, joining their moans.</p><p>“Do you want me to cum in your tight little cunt?” Barry asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Marie said. “Cum in my tight little cunt, Barry. Fuck, fuck me and cum in my cunt.”</p><p>Barry grabbed her ass hard and Marie moaned. His hips moved up and down with remarkable pace as he pumped her pussy. Without thinking, Barry smacked his wife’s ass hard. She cried out and the sound of his flesh meeting hers filled the bedroom.</p><p>“Spank my ass,” she said. “Do it. Spank my ass.”</p><p>Barry smacked her ass again. He watched an intense kind of pleasure wash over Marie’s face. He couldn’t believe it, but it seemed like she really enjoyed the little touch of pain that came with a good smack on the ass.</p><p>“Do you like that?” he asked between hard thrusts into her pussy. “Do you like it when I spank you like a naughty girl?”</p><p>Marie closed her eyes and her mouth opened. A deep, erotic moan escaped. Barry spanked her ass again, pushing his wife deeper into whatever form of pleasure she was experiencing.</p><p>“Yes,” Marie said. “Fuck, Barry, yes, I like it when you spank me like a naughty girl.”</p><p>Barry couldn’t help but think of Marie and Spencer again. Was she thinking of it? Was she thinking of the spanking as some sort of erotic punishment for kissing another man? Was it actually turning her on?</p><p>Barry spanked her ass again. He saw pleasure on his wife’s face. He stopped thrusting. Marie sank down onto his cock.</p><p>“Make yourself cum on my cock,” he said. “Ride me while I spank you for being a naughty girl.”</p><p>Marie put her hands on Barry’s chest and moved her pussy back and forth over his cock. She rubbed her clit through his pubic hair and her moans once again filled the air. Barry relished the intense pleasure offered by her wet pussy and gave his wife’s ass a hard smack.</p><p>“Oh, fuck,” Marie said as she rode him faster. “Spank me, Barry. Spank my ass, please.”</p><p>Barry spanked her again. His body felt alive with pleasure in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. He and Marie were exploring something new and kinky in real time and he couldn’t get enough of it.</p><p>“You deserve a good spanking, don’t you?” he asked. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”</p><p>Marie looked at him and bit her lower lip. She nodded. Barry was certain that she was admitting to her mild infidelity. He smacked her ass exceptionally hard. Marie cried out and threw her head back.</p><p>“Harder,” she said. “I’ve been bad, Barry, and I need to be spanked harder.”</p><p>Barry smacked her ass harder and Marie’s body began to tremble. She rode him faster. He smacked her ass again and she collapsed on top of him while furiously moving her pussy over his cock. Barry wrapped his arms around her and let go. Their moans of mutual pleasure filled the bedroom.</p><p>Marie climaxed first, but Barry’s orgasm followed a few moments later. He saw stars for a moment as he came in his wife’s pussy. She kissed his neck feverishly while her body trembled on top of his.</p><p>They remained like that long enough for Barry’s cock to go soft and his cum to start leaking out of Marie’s pussy. They heard the sounds of dinner being prepared, but neither was eager to separate and join their friends.</p><p>“That was…well, that was really hot,” Barry finally said.</p><p>Marie lifted her head from his chest and smiled. “Yes, it was.”</p><p>“We should do that again,” Barry replied.</p><p>“Yeah?” Marie asked.</p><p>Barry studied her face and wondered if she was thinking about what had fueled the sex they’d just had. Did she know that he was watching from the bedroom? Did she think her little dalliance with Spencer was a secret? Was she thinking about fooling around with Spencer again?</p><p>“That was really great sex, for me at least,” Barry said. “And I want to have more great sex with my wife, so yes, we should do that again.”</p><p>“It was great for me too,” Marie said. “You didn’t find any of it…I don’t know, weird?”</p><p>Barry thought of the out-of-nowhere spanking and dirty talk. It was probably unusual to introduce that thing into a sex life after so many years, but that didn’t make it weird. “I liked all of it,” he answered. “It’s okay if you didn’t, but I liked all of it.”</p><p>Marie smiled and rested her head on his chest once more. “I loved it,” she said. “I really, really loved it. All of it.”</p><p>Barry put his arms around his wife and held her close. “Then we’ll definitely do it again.”</p>