My husband will have to make a decision in the next few days, after I disclose the confession I'm going to make here. He's only six months older than me, but already his libido has dropped of dramatically. We've not had sex of any kind for the last fourteen months. During that time I've asked him on numerous occasions to see a doctor, or to admit to me he's getting his sex elsewhere. On both accounts he gives me negative answers. I've even started to think he might be gay. He's told me and continues to tells me, he's just not interested in sex at the moment, but where did and does that leave us as a married couple, or me as an attractive often horny woman.
Well I can tell you where it drove me.
My sister who's older than me, asked me if I'd start attending the gym with her. Joining together I soon discovered I loved the exercise and would go at least four or five times a week with her and on my own. Four months after starting my figure was looking amzing and I'd become so fit and healthy. The one other benefit was I'd really begun notice how horny I was starting to become, something my sister noticed when she saw me eyeing up a younger guy as he trained.
Over the months we'd spoken about my husband lack of sexual drive. I'd admitted to her I had thought about cheating on him with another man. Someone who would appreciate my good looks and feminine healthy slender body. Her response was the day she caught me checking out the young guys bulge in his shorts, was to approach him and tell him her younger sister thought he was gorgeous. I was so embarrassed, but also very turned on when he winked at me, walked over to a valubles locker, took out his phone and asked my sister for my mobile number.
The text I got later, didn't mess about, it just said "For an older woman you're extremely horny looking and I'd love to fuck you".
My text back to him as I sat ten feet away from my snoozing husband, was to ask him exactly how old he was, not to tell him I wasn't interested, knowing inside myself I wanted him to fuck me. The answer I got back was nineteen.
Our first time together was rushed and very frantic. There was no meaningful fore play as it was outside in a secluded wooded area surrounded by parkland. I'd met him only twenty minutes earlier during my lunch hour, sucking his cock hard in my car.
I couldn't wait for him to drive back and get a condom so I told him I wanted him to take me without one. Walking the five minutes into the woodland and then behind an old war bunker, I squatted down and sucked him back to hardness. Spinning me around as he stood me up, my skirt was lifted over my head and my knickers were ripped clean off. My pussy was dripping with anticipation and without any notice, he thrust his young hard dick straight up my super willing c**t. The moment his cock bottomed out up my pussy, I began to push back onto him and we were soon fucking one another with equal ferocity. The orgasms and there was three, went through me one after another. Each one making my whole body shake. It had been so long, I think like a starving person I ravished his cock and couldn't get enough. Even when his cock erupted up my pussy I was still fucking him, making him sit on the leaf strewn floor.
The only reason I stopped was because of a dog walker, other wise I'm sure I would have had him fuck me again and again.
The next couple of months was a daily search for men who would drop there plans and have increasingly sordid sex with me. I carried on seeing and fucking with my young lover, just as I carried on getting fitter and more sexually driven.
One guy I met when I was out shopping for a small black dress, was with his wife I presumed. When she'd gone into the changing rooms I was in, and I'd popped out to see what I looked like in my dress, I asked him what he thought. His reaction was the catalist to me fucking him, when he said "You'd probably look better without it".
Other than my shoes and stockings, the only other thing I did have on was my wedding ring, when he fucked me noisilly in the shops female toilets. His wife or whoever she was, was wandering round looking for him as I walked out a few minutes later, with her male companions cum all over my face and neck.
There has been a series of encounters since. Some have been more conventional in the way we met, a bar, work or at parties. Others have been more on the spur of the moment. Just like last month at a party with my husband. A very confident younger man asked me why I was with a guy like my husband when I could be fucking someone like him and his nine inch cock. Asking him to prove it, he fucked me in the house holders garden shed like a common slut. He wasn't just bragging either, he really did have a huge dick, fucking me hard as I leant up against the shed door.
My husband hadn't even noticed I'd gone, so later on as he went outside to smoke, I took the same guy upstairs and sucked his cock dry in one of the bedrooms.
These are just some of the sexual times I've had, since I decided I wasn't going to become sexually frustrated anymore. Now my husband will have something to decide if he's going to begin fucking his wife again, because if he doeesn't want sex anymore, I'm going to continue cheating on him. He'll never know and I'll still live the life style i've got. The only difference will be, I'll probably fuck even more men, more frequently.