BJ Distraction

Been married since I was 21. Around 32, I started really wanting sex much more. Started having fantasies of fucking other men, getting fucked by strangers, some submission stuff, even gang bang stuff. I became infatuated with different guys all the time and it was like I was constantly in heat. I'd come on to my husband and try to get him going but instead of him wanting more sex it was like he wanted less. He'd rather drink with his friends, get blown and pass out than fuck me. By the time I was 35, our sex life consisted of me giving him blowjobs all the time then getting myself off after he was out for the night. I was blessed if he fucked me once a month.

I met a guy who convinced me I was still attractive, still interesting, could still attract a guy's sexual desire. He invited me out for a quick drink one afternoon and I accepted thinking it would be nice to talk out some things and hoping to be flattered. We made out after in his car and I humped his dick through our pants until I came. Then I felt unbelievably guilty and went home hoping to get my husband to fuck me. He was out drinking, came home late, let me suck him off and he went to sleep. I went to our basement and texted with my friend, pored my heart out and we sexted until I had made myself cum.

A few days later, I sucked off my husband, he passed out, I went to the basement and we texted again. He asked if he could stop by. My husband was out cold for the night, my kids were asleep and no one would bother us in the basement. I invited him over, we talked, hugged, cuddled, made out and eventually I took his dick out and just loved it. I looked at it, squeezed it, felt it, kissed it and sucked it. He got my top up to play with and suck my tits, and he used his hand to make me cum through my pants. I sucked him off and relished his cum.

I couldn't stop thinking of this guy and his dick. This wasn't love or a relationship thing, it was lust and infatuation, I wanted him to fuck me so bad but guilt was an issue that I eventually realized was more worry about getting caught than anything else.

I reorganized the basement and set it up so that even if someone came down there would be some privacy and warning and sucked him off a few more times, each time he went a little further until he was fingering me, making me cum and letting me suck him off to my heart's content.

One night my husband got dropped off very drunk, my kids were at my mother's, and I tried to suck him off but he passed out. I texted my friend, we did what we usually did then all of a sudden he slipped his dick into me. If felt so good, so exciting. He slowly fucked me. I panicked, jumped off, he was good with me just sucking him off but I started thinking why not fuck him? My husband doesn't want to, he's getting his rocks off whenever he wants and leaving me hanging and now he's passed out drunk and there a guy's here who actually wants to fuck me.

I went upstairs, checked on my husband and found him out cold snoring and went back downstairs, stripped nude, sucked my friend's dick until he was rock hard then got on all fours and gave it up asking him to fuck me. He slipped back in and he fucked me doggie, really slow at first and it felt wonderful. I started rocking back on his dick building up to an orgasm then he sped up and he grabbed my hips and was thrusting as hard and deep as he could. He came in me while I was cumming myself.

After he left, I went to bed and didn't feel guilty at all. I felt relief and excitement for the next time. I actually made myself cum again before falling asleep.

We started fucking all the time on nights I sucked off my husband after he had been drinking. He passed out, my kids went to bed and my friend came over and fucked me. My sex life was different but awesome.

Other men hit on me, I invited some over, others I found time to get together with during the day or whatever but my best best for a longtime was to suck off my husband then fuck guys in our basement. Guys came and went. Then I found Ashley Madison and I had all the guys I wanted. Dozens of guys stopped by to fuck and things got out of control, then one night my daughter asked me who had been over the night before in the basement and I realized my kids were getting too old, they were going to catch on.

I kept it to nights my kids were with my mother and created all kinds of work arounds. I found out that a group of people at my work were all married people who were fucking each other. No one was dating, no one was exclusive, just people using work as a means to not get caught when they fucked around. I joined the group. I work for a huge company, there was no shortage of married guys looking to get blown or fucked.

I never expected to be that woman, fucking lots of guys, fucking married men, stepping out on my husband, but that's what I became. That's me.