Straight Female / 52
I've been married since I was 37. I settled. My husband is a nice guy. I'd turned down several other men who were interested in marriage with me because I wasn't ready then found myself older and a little desperate and settled on the first good man who showed interest. I'd been a party girl in my twenties and my thirties were filled with casual sex the I just married the first guy who showed interest at that point in my life. Five years ago, feeling trapped and miserable, I had an affair with a man I never would have fucked in my twenties or thirties. He was a contractor and I was the proverbial lonely housewife. He showed me a lot of attention and I spread my legs for him. I thought I was in love. Then his wife found out. We had been sharing emails and he was stupid enough to leave his email open. That was a disaster. I lied and lied to my husband that it was a misunderstanding. His wife made my life miserable and her husband turned into a love struck puppy who was basically stalking me. I convinced myself that it was just a mid-life crisis and that my husband was the right man and we settle back into our normal life although he's never got over his belief that I had an affair.
Along the way I worked a few jobs, started working out and got a breast lift. All of a sudden I was looking really attractive, a lot of men were showing attention and I was back to feeling miserable and lonely occasionally having passionless sex with my husband, a man with an average libido, average cock, no bedroom skills and a desire for me which seems to have culminated in his need to cum in me once every six weeks or so. I started avoiding sex and just getting myself off with my fantasies and a little porn occasionally. Our infrequent sex stretched to every 8 weeks or so then 10 weeks or so. He wanted more. I started drinking wine, lots of wine, so I could get through the sex with him.
I know this sounds terrible but it's what my marriage was. It's not any different from many women. Some might argue most women who've been married for a decade or more. My husband loves me to this day for reasons I don't understand. I show no love to him, no passion and I stopped having sex with him two years ago. It's just how it is. I plan to initiate a divorce once our children are out of school.
In the meantime, I engaged in another affair with a man I met through work. A man who I had to travel with and wait in a car with a few times. We got stuck waiting in his car for about two hours once just talking and by the time we moved on my pussy was soaked and I needed to cum hard. He had gotten to me. He wasn't trying to turn me on he just did. He's a very good looking man my age, smart and funny and very sexy. I finagled a few more occasions to be alone with him and started dropping hints. Started talking about sex, my husband not doing it for me, talked about having sex in cars a lot as a kid. He talked about how impossible it would be to have sex the the little suv we were in. I said nah we could put the seat back, I could lay back, pull up my top, pop off my bra. I stretched back sticking my tits way out simulating this and he took in an eyeful and started dropping hints about wanting to see them. He was noticeably hard. I asked if I could touch him. He said yes. I rubbed his cock through his pants until he was moaning. I played with his cock for about fifteen minutes until we had to go. I almost rubbed myself to get off. I so wanted to just dry hump his cock to get off and was hoping he'd actually fuck me then and there but he mostly just relaxed enjoying me rubbing him. But just before we got out of the car he kissed me deeply and felt up one of my tits, his hand firmly massaging it, hmm felt so good.
That evening I slipped into the showed and got myself off three times. I was horny all the time thinking of him.
The next time we were alone he wasn't saying anything. I told him I wanted to have sex with him, to have an affair. He turned me down. He is married. he felt terribly guilty about what had happened before. I was crushed. I didn't want to let it go. I explained that all I wanted was sex and that his wife would never find out, that I would be very careful. He said he couldn't and that was that.
Until six months later when he had to stop by my house when I was home alone. I gave it one more shot. I showed him around the house, ending in my bedroom. I dropped hints about how I ended in the bedroom just in case. He brushed it off and we went downstairs. I was so disappointed but I sat on a love seat and had him join me. I'd worn a top that really showed off my tits because I knew he liked them. I kept letting my breast next to his hand scr**e against it, or would lean forward pressing against it. He never moved his hand so I knew he liked it. He made a joke about giving it a squeeze. I said I wish you would and he did. He sat there rubbing and squeezing like I had done to his cock that time in the car. I was really enjoying it. I reached over and rubbed his cock and stroked it through his pants. He was rock hard. He took off my top, expertly unfastened my bra, and attacked my tits, he loved them. I kept playing with his dick. He tried to rub my pussy through my pants. At first I didn't let him but I finally gave in. He made me cum three times just by rubbing me until I pushed his hand away. I tried to get him to fuck me but he resisted. He was happy at what we did but sex would be too much he said. he ended up leaving with a still hard cock. I couldn't understand how he was able to do that.
Two more sessions like that and I was resigned to the fact that he'd never actually fuck me. On the third time though, he unbuttoned my pants and stripped me. The he went to eat me out. No man had eaten me out since I was single. I resisted his effort, I felt self conscious about it. I just wanted his dick inside me not that. I'd never been with a man who did more than make me feel uncomfortable getting oral and just wasn't into it. But he kept trying and eventually I let my legs relax and he spread me and kissed his way up my thighs to my pussy and then stopped. He was looking me over, taking in my pussy. He used his fingers to spread open my lips while he examined it closely. I felt like I was being inspected but the he started licking, and sucking and he was amazing. He did things to my clit and things with his fingers no man had ever done. He made me cum so many times I lost count. When I was done I could hardly breath. Then to my shock he rolled me onto the floor, pulled out his cock and fucked me doggie style. I was shocked he was actually fucking me. It was a great fuck, he started slow then worked up to a fast hard ball slapping fuck that made me cum hard one more time before he finished inside me. I was worried about pregnancy but it was ok.
Again we got together. He ate me out again and used his fingers so well I was like a wanton slut gyrating my pussy on his socked fingers and hand making myself cum over and over. When I recovered I got aggressive and pulled his cock out. I wanted to suck him off so bad. He had given me such good oral I really needed to return the favor. I had never been much on giving head. I never got into it beyond getting a guy hard enough to fuck. I wasn't into it enough to do the work needed to make a man cum from it. Early on I found out how much work it takes and it wasn't an interest of mine.
Well this time I wanted to really pleasure this guy. I settled in and low and behold he was uncircumcised. I've never seen a guy outside of a picture or porn who was. I was a little taken aback having never thought I'd like an uncut dick but here it was in my face attached to a man I desperately wanted to please. Now it was my turn to inspect and examine. I stopped and looked at it, moved it around taking it in from all angles then slowly played with the skin which ended up just rolling down exposing his head after which it looked just like any other cock. It was nice and long and thick and so fucking hard. I licked and sucked then sucked like I've never sucked before. I tried, I really tried to make him cum. My poor jaw was hurting and I was running out of steam. It felt like he was going to cum a few times but then he just relaxed like the orgasm hadn't taken which is a feeling I know only too well. To be so close then lose it is the story of my marriage. I kept going trying but then he slid two fingers inside me and began massaging the inside of my pussy. I was dripping again and cumming so hard I had to stop sucking. He rolled me around and on top of him to kiss and I just reached back, grabbed his dick and slid it into me. Fuck it I though I'm going to make him cum one way or the other. I rocked back and forth on his cock until he began thrusting in time with me and now he was into it, moaning and moaning (I love when a man moans) and finally he came, fuck I felt so much satisfaction when he started grunting and cumming.
We cuddled afterward and that was the last time we fucked. I started getting real feelings and he was a mess with guilt and as luck would have it, six months went by before I was alone with him again. I tried a few tricks to get him going but he insisted he couldn't. The guilt was always too much for him. I never felt any guilt whatsoever but he did. I didn't understand it figuring he could fuck me whenever he wanted and it wouldn't affect his marriage at all but he still was done. I hated it and was depressed over it but eventually saw that it's what he needed. A few months ago, alone with him again, I behaved and guess what. He didn't. He was dropping signals that he was interested but this time I resisted. He was never all in so I figured if I got aggressive and fucked him he'd disappear again. I let it go. I still would love to fuck him every chance I could but that's it. He's happy with his wife and I'm unhappy with my husband who I haven't had sex with in two years now. I am hoping to meet another man I can see on the side to get me to my divorce which yeah sounds terrible. The problem is this guy was one of a kind. No man has pushed my buttons like he did.
Along the way I worked a few jobs, started working out and got a breast lift. All of a sudden I was looking really attractive, a lot of men were showing attention and I was back to feeling miserable and lonely occasionally having passionless sex with my husband, a man with an average libido, average cock, no bedroom skills and a desire for me which seems to have culminated in his need to cum in me once every six weeks or so. I started avoiding sex and just getting myself off with my fantasies and a little porn occasionally. Our infrequent sex stretched to every 8 weeks or so then 10 weeks or so. He wanted more. I started drinking wine, lots of wine, so I could get through the sex with him.
I know this sounds terrible but it's what my marriage was. It's not any different from many women. Some might argue most women who've been married for a decade or more. My husband loves me to this day for reasons I don't understand. I show no love to him, no passion and I stopped having sex with him two years ago. It's just how it is. I plan to initiate a divorce once our children are out of school.
In the meantime, I engaged in another affair with a man I met through work. A man who I had to travel with and wait in a car with a few times. We got stuck waiting in his car for about two hours once just talking and by the time we moved on my pussy was soaked and I needed to cum hard. He had gotten to me. He wasn't trying to turn me on he just did. He's a very good looking man my age, smart and funny and very sexy. I finagled a few more occasions to be alone with him and started dropping hints. Started talking about sex, my husband not doing it for me, talked about having sex in cars a lot as a kid. He talked about how impossible it would be to have sex the the little suv we were in. I said nah we could put the seat back, I could lay back, pull up my top, pop off my bra. I stretched back sticking my tits way out simulating this and he took in an eyeful and started dropping hints about wanting to see them. He was noticeably hard. I asked if I could touch him. He said yes. I rubbed his cock through his pants until he was moaning. I played with his cock for about fifteen minutes until we had to go. I almost rubbed myself to get off. I so wanted to just dry hump his cock to get off and was hoping he'd actually fuck me then and there but he mostly just relaxed enjoying me rubbing him. But just before we got out of the car he kissed me deeply and felt up one of my tits, his hand firmly massaging it, hmm felt so good.
That evening I slipped into the showed and got myself off three times. I was horny all the time thinking of him.
The next time we were alone he wasn't saying anything. I told him I wanted to have sex with him, to have an affair. He turned me down. He is married. he felt terribly guilty about what had happened before. I was crushed. I didn't want to let it go. I explained that all I wanted was sex and that his wife would never find out, that I would be very careful. He said he couldn't and that was that.
Until six months later when he had to stop by my house when I was home alone. I gave it one more shot. I showed him around the house, ending in my bedroom. I dropped hints about how I ended in the bedroom just in case. He brushed it off and we went downstairs. I was so disappointed but I sat on a love seat and had him join me. I'd worn a top that really showed off my tits because I knew he liked them. I kept letting my breast next to his hand scr**e against it, or would lean forward pressing against it. He never moved his hand so I knew he liked it. He made a joke about giving it a squeeze. I said I wish you would and he did. He sat there rubbing and squeezing like I had done to his cock that time in the car. I was really enjoying it. I reached over and rubbed his cock and stroked it through his pants. He was rock hard. He took off my top, expertly unfastened my bra, and attacked my tits, he loved them. I kept playing with his dick. He tried to rub my pussy through my pants. At first I didn't let him but I finally gave in. He made me cum three times just by rubbing me until I pushed his hand away. I tried to get him to fuck me but he resisted. He was happy at what we did but sex would be too much he said. he ended up leaving with a still hard cock. I couldn't understand how he was able to do that.
Two more sessions like that and I was resigned to the fact that he'd never actually fuck me. On the third time though, he unbuttoned my pants and stripped me. The he went to eat me out. No man had eaten me out since I was single. I resisted his effort, I felt self conscious about it. I just wanted his dick inside me not that. I'd never been with a man who did more than make me feel uncomfortable getting oral and just wasn't into it. But he kept trying and eventually I let my legs relax and he spread me and kissed his way up my thighs to my pussy and then stopped. He was looking me over, taking in my pussy. He used his fingers to spread open my lips while he examined it closely. I felt like I was being inspected but the he started licking, and sucking and he was amazing. He did things to my clit and things with his fingers no man had ever done. He made me cum so many times I lost count. When I was done I could hardly breath. Then to my shock he rolled me onto the floor, pulled out his cock and fucked me doggie style. I was shocked he was actually fucking me. It was a great fuck, he started slow then worked up to a fast hard ball slapping fuck that made me cum hard one more time before he finished inside me. I was worried about pregnancy but it was ok.
Again we got together. He ate me out again and used his fingers so well I was like a wanton slut gyrating my pussy on his socked fingers and hand making myself cum over and over. When I recovered I got aggressive and pulled his cock out. I wanted to suck him off so bad. He had given me such good oral I really needed to return the favor. I had never been much on giving head. I never got into it beyond getting a guy hard enough to fuck. I wasn't into it enough to do the work needed to make a man cum from it. Early on I found out how much work it takes and it wasn't an interest of mine.
Well this time I wanted to really pleasure this guy. I settled in and low and behold he was uncircumcised. I've never seen a guy outside of a picture or porn who was. I was a little taken aback having never thought I'd like an uncut dick but here it was in my face attached to a man I desperately wanted to please. Now it was my turn to inspect and examine. I stopped and looked at it, moved it around taking it in from all angles then slowly played with the skin which ended up just rolling down exposing his head after which it looked just like any other cock. It was nice and long and thick and so fucking hard. I licked and sucked then sucked like I've never sucked before. I tried, I really tried to make him cum. My poor jaw was hurting and I was running out of steam. It felt like he was going to cum a few times but then he just relaxed like the orgasm hadn't taken which is a feeling I know only too well. To be so close then lose it is the story of my marriage. I kept going trying but then he slid two fingers inside me and began massaging the inside of my pussy. I was dripping again and cumming so hard I had to stop sucking. He rolled me around and on top of him to kiss and I just reached back, grabbed his dick and slid it into me. Fuck it I though I'm going to make him cum one way or the other. I rocked back and forth on his cock until he began thrusting in time with me and now he was into it, moaning and moaning (I love when a man moans) and finally he came, fuck I felt so much satisfaction when he started grunting and cumming.
We cuddled afterward and that was the last time we fucked. I started getting real feelings and he was a mess with guilt and as luck would have it, six months went by before I was alone with him again. I tried a few tricks to get him going but he insisted he couldn't. The guilt was always too much for him. I never felt any guilt whatsoever but he did. I didn't understand it figuring he could fuck me whenever he wanted and it wouldn't affect his marriage at all but he still was done. I hated it and was depressed over it but eventually saw that it's what he needed. A few months ago, alone with him again, I behaved and guess what. He didn't. He was dropping signals that he was interested but this time I resisted. He was never all in so I figured if I got aggressive and fucked him he'd disappear again. I let it go. I still would love to fuck him every chance I could but that's it. He's happy with his wife and I'm unhappy with my husband who I haven't had sex with in two years now. I am hoping to meet another man I can see on the side to get me to my divorce which yeah sounds terrible. The problem is this guy was one of a kind. No man has pushed my buttons like he did.
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