Part of growing up was getting married and starting a family. I went into marriage a virgin and discovered I did not like it. I did have two children, which was ok, and moved into my room. My husband developed a network of friends, some girls, and if he was content so was I.

But one girl became special. Special enough to be brought home. She and I became friends. Over time we would talk about sex and I wanted details, what she did, how, where, when and most of all how she felt. She gave me detailed accounts, and I became aroused, I masturbated to her stories, and she described every little detail and would talk to me until I reached an orgasm.

It was a long time before I asked my husband to help me reach orgasm, 90% talking, a little stripping and exposing me, and a jump on me and a violent fuck.

His girlfriend stayed around for several years, and between some late night story time with her, or being held down and a description of what he was going to do to me, with a forced fuck, I was contented.

As my kids grew up I became more and more open minded and opened up to a lot more romance. I love to read stories from the girl's point of view and entertain myself under the covers. The more depraved the better.