Straight Female / 52
I never had much interest in boys growing up. I was a chubby child and well frankly boys did not pay attention to me so I guess it was more of a defense mechanism than a choice. I finally developed a nice body when I was in 10th grade. I dieted and played sports, but still got little attention from the opposite sex.
Then my junior year, the class lothario asked me out. I knew that he only wanted me to be another notch on his belt, but I went anyway, I thought that I'd get a chance to see what everyone did on dates and because the smug side of me, wanted to be the one that turned him down.
My planned worked, and all he got was frustration, then I was surprised that he asked me out again. It was a very sweet date and I must say that in a different frame of mind he was charming. In fact, he charmed the pants right off of me. Okay looking back at it he was very experienced, he was very well endowed and knew it. He was very gentle and spent plenty of time on for play. He gave me an orgasm with his fingers and tongue, I wasn't begging for it, but when he mounted me I was without a doubt was ready. He began by gently probing, then slowly pumping me. I was a bit overwhelmed all of these new sensations and it the back of my mind I actually thought that he had real feelings for me and I wanted to please him. He made me orgasm and I wrapped my legs around him. It was great. It was the last as he got what he wanted, and was ready to move on.
To say that I was angry and felt so foolish. I knew it would be around school and I'd be known as another one of his conquests. Any offer I got for a date after that was by a leering jerk. I was devastated as Junior Prom was coming up and I hadn't been asked by anyone. Finally asked this shy guy in our class. I might not be going with any of my crushes but at least I was going.
It wasn't a bad prom, he took me out for dinner, when we got to the prom I socialized, danced a little and then went to an after party, and while he was a social dud, at least he acted like a gentleman, that is until he drove me home. He stopped on this back country road and asked if I wanted to get out and do it. I should have just said no, but again I thought he doesn't know what to, so I'll get out he'll fumble around and then he'll feel stupid and we will go home. It started like that, he had a big penis and was trying to enter me standing up face to face, I wasn't helping either. In his frustration he spun me around on hood, spread my legs, fingered me a little, enter me. Getting it from behind was a new sensation, and I liked it. It wasn't quick, he came inside me and ruined my gown.
I just about had given up on dating when I met my future husband that summer. He had graduated 2 years ahead of me, I had always thought of him as a preppie, jock snob when in was in school, but college and living on his own had made him somehow appealing.
Not much to say here, we had sex on the third date and afterwards as we lay on his bed, he told me that he loved me and that I was the woman he was going to marry. I agreed, we planned to marry after I graduated. Now he was off finishing his education as I finished school, a boy that I thought was cute started flirting with me, and the came senior trip and we hooked up. What he lacked in experienced he more than made up with in enthusiasm, and he had a great package. We had many secret meeting, I absolutely loved his dick, he was the first that I ever swallowed, and he was great at oral and loved to go down on me. We used to joke about his magic tongue and how it could find all of my sensitive spots.
It came to a halt when his girlfriend found out. Now there is a thing here, I was a teenager and maybe I was just lucky because I wasn't on birth control, and never really thought of any consequences. The last time we made love, my man was coming home, so it was in both of our minds that we wouldn't see each other for a while so we went at it like rabbits. Marathon sex, every which way, we'd finish lay in each other's arms kiss and right back at it again. Conversely when my man got back, our loving was like friends, I was happy but it wasn't as electric.
Now this had put a lot of doubts about getting married. What was I giving up ? Was I really ready to settle down ? The monkey wrench came, it all caught up to me and I was pregnant, of course the first person I told was him but he wasn't having any of it, he had his life ahead, it was the only time I was disappointed in him. Then I called my future husband and he was ecstatic. That clinched it as I made my mind up that were going to get married.
Were married 7 years, had 2 children, my husband had a very lucrative job that involved living in foreign countries. I seemed to have it all, but I was tired of being a stay at home mother, not that I was unhappy, just bored and felt I wanted to do something. I got a job as an executive assistant and was very good at what I did. I was assigned to young go getters, and besides the energy they enjoy several are quiet charismatic.
I became attracted to an African American man. He had it all, good looking, charming, funny, flirt in a nice way, just a nice guy to be around. I began to feel an attraction to him and soon felt it was mutual. In reflection, I soon found myself dressing differently and making myself in way that he found attractive. My husband travel frequently and one day after work we stopped by the canteen for a few drinks and to unwind. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions and when he offered a ride him I accepted. When we got there I invited him in and was pleased at how eagerly he agreed.
There was no small talk, as soon as we got in the door he put his arms around me and kissed me, what I liked most was that he was taller and I had lean up, that was something I hadn't had to do in a long while and feeling his erection against my stomach, it just was so hot. I have never been much of a talker during sex, but he was and I found myself answering him, it was surreal, it was like an out of body experience. He stripped me, and the scooped me up in his arms and asked where the bedroom was, and carried me in and began to explore every part of my body. When I finally helped him undress, well for him the stereotypes fit. We made love, slow at first, then when he asked me how I wanted it, I replied hard, really hard. He where he got all of his energy, I don't know, when he was going to cum he started to pull out but I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to finish inside me.
Well my husband found out about this. I thought we would be getting a divorce, but he told me that he loved me, he didn't want to separate, but OMG couldn't I be a little more discreet. At first I stayed because I really didn't know what else to do, now I know that he truly loves me, while I didn't feel the same way about him then I do now. He understand that I occasionally need some outside appreciation, sort of a confirmation of my independence, that I am still an individual.
My husband and I have a satisfying sex life, we have been married 34 years, raised 5 daughters. He is comfortable with my desires, the only concerns he has ever voiced was about my safety. He never asked about details. That is my confession, I wish that I could be more open about the lifestyle we evolved into, but have heard many judgmental about "people that live like that" when they didn't have the slightest idea that is how I have lived. I'd also wish that I had been braver to have communicated what I had done with my husband sooner.
Then my junior year, the class lothario asked me out. I knew that he only wanted me to be another notch on his belt, but I went anyway, I thought that I'd get a chance to see what everyone did on dates and because the smug side of me, wanted to be the one that turned him down.
My planned worked, and all he got was frustration, then I was surprised that he asked me out again. It was a very sweet date and I must say that in a different frame of mind he was charming. In fact, he charmed the pants right off of me. Okay looking back at it he was very experienced, he was very well endowed and knew it. He was very gentle and spent plenty of time on for play. He gave me an orgasm with his fingers and tongue, I wasn't begging for it, but when he mounted me I was without a doubt was ready. He began by gently probing, then slowly pumping me. I was a bit overwhelmed all of these new sensations and it the back of my mind I actually thought that he had real feelings for me and I wanted to please him. He made me orgasm and I wrapped my legs around him. It was great. It was the last as he got what he wanted, and was ready to move on.
To say that I was angry and felt so foolish. I knew it would be around school and I'd be known as another one of his conquests. Any offer I got for a date after that was by a leering jerk. I was devastated as Junior Prom was coming up and I hadn't been asked by anyone. Finally asked this shy guy in our class. I might not be going with any of my crushes but at least I was going.
It wasn't a bad prom, he took me out for dinner, when we got to the prom I socialized, danced a little and then went to an after party, and while he was a social dud, at least he acted like a gentleman, that is until he drove me home. He stopped on this back country road and asked if I wanted to get out and do it. I should have just said no, but again I thought he doesn't know what to, so I'll get out he'll fumble around and then he'll feel stupid and we will go home. It started like that, he had a big penis and was trying to enter me standing up face to face, I wasn't helping either. In his frustration he spun me around on hood, spread my legs, fingered me a little, enter me. Getting it from behind was a new sensation, and I liked it. It wasn't quick, he came inside me and ruined my gown.
I just about had given up on dating when I met my future husband that summer. He had graduated 2 years ahead of me, I had always thought of him as a preppie, jock snob when in was in school, but college and living on his own had made him somehow appealing.
Not much to say here, we had sex on the third date and afterwards as we lay on his bed, he told me that he loved me and that I was the woman he was going to marry. I agreed, we planned to marry after I graduated. Now he was off finishing his education as I finished school, a boy that I thought was cute started flirting with me, and the came senior trip and we hooked up. What he lacked in experienced he more than made up with in enthusiasm, and he had a great package. We had many secret meeting, I absolutely loved his dick, he was the first that I ever swallowed, and he was great at oral and loved to go down on me. We used to joke about his magic tongue and how it could find all of my sensitive spots.
It came to a halt when his girlfriend found out. Now there is a thing here, I was a teenager and maybe I was just lucky because I wasn't on birth control, and never really thought of any consequences. The last time we made love, my man was coming home, so it was in both of our minds that we wouldn't see each other for a while so we went at it like rabbits. Marathon sex, every which way, we'd finish lay in each other's arms kiss and right back at it again. Conversely when my man got back, our loving was like friends, I was happy but it wasn't as electric.
Now this had put a lot of doubts about getting married. What was I giving up ? Was I really ready to settle down ? The monkey wrench came, it all caught up to me and I was pregnant, of course the first person I told was him but he wasn't having any of it, he had his life ahead, it was the only time I was disappointed in him. Then I called my future husband and he was ecstatic. That clinched it as I made my mind up that were going to get married.
Were married 7 years, had 2 children, my husband had a very lucrative job that involved living in foreign countries. I seemed to have it all, but I was tired of being a stay at home mother, not that I was unhappy, just bored and felt I wanted to do something. I got a job as an executive assistant and was very good at what I did. I was assigned to young go getters, and besides the energy they enjoy several are quiet charismatic.
I became attracted to an African American man. He had it all, good looking, charming, funny, flirt in a nice way, just a nice guy to be around. I began to feel an attraction to him and soon felt it was mutual. In reflection, I soon found myself dressing differently and making myself in way that he found attractive. My husband travel frequently and one day after work we stopped by the canteen for a few drinks and to unwind. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions and when he offered a ride him I accepted. When we got there I invited him in and was pleased at how eagerly he agreed.
There was no small talk, as soon as we got in the door he put his arms around me and kissed me, what I liked most was that he was taller and I had lean up, that was something I hadn't had to do in a long while and feeling his erection against my stomach, it just was so hot. I have never been much of a talker during sex, but he was and I found myself answering him, it was surreal, it was like an out of body experience. He stripped me, and the scooped me up in his arms and asked where the bedroom was, and carried me in and began to explore every part of my body. When I finally helped him undress, well for him the stereotypes fit. We made love, slow at first, then when he asked me how I wanted it, I replied hard, really hard. He where he got all of his energy, I don't know, when he was going to cum he started to pull out but I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to finish inside me.
Well my husband found out about this. I thought we would be getting a divorce, but he told me that he loved me, he didn't want to separate, but OMG couldn't I be a little more discreet. At first I stayed because I really didn't know what else to do, now I know that he truly loves me, while I didn't feel the same way about him then I do now. He understand that I occasionally need some outside appreciation, sort of a confirmation of my independence, that I am still an individual.
My husband and I have a satisfying sex life, we have been married 34 years, raised 5 daughters. He is comfortable with my desires, the only concerns he has ever voiced was about my safety. He never asked about details. That is my confession, I wish that I could be more open about the lifestyle we evolved into, but have heard many judgmental about "people that live like that" when they didn't have the slightest idea that is how I have lived. I'd also wish that I had been braver to have communicated what I had done with my husband sooner.
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