Straight Female / 33
33 And Horny
I am a happily married, 33 year old female from northwestern USA. I have a good job. I have two beautiful children. I have family and friends all around me. But I have a problem: I am ALWAYS horny. And not just horny, but over the top, super horny. There are some days I have to remove my panties when I get home because they are smeared with my pussy juices.
About six weeks ago, while removing my panties, my finger grazed my clit. It made me almost drop to my knees. The immense pressure and sensation in my clit sent a lightning bolt to the inner most depths of my pussy. I went to the bathroom and desperately pummeled my pussy until I could not move my arm anymore. That night, I rode my husband like never before - which made him cum in less than five minutes. Me, super horny, I found the bathroom again and dildo fucked myself until I was satiated.
The next morning brought the same immense desire between my legs. I woke up soaked and hornier than ever before. Feeling this way, I chose to wear black leggings and no panties. I felt exposed, free, open, on display. By 10:00, I was soaked through my leggings - I guess I should have anticipated that. I went to the bathroom and made myself cum three times that day at work. One more time at home. One more time when my husband licked my dirty pussy.
About a month ago, my husband called me out on this uncontrolled desire. I didn’t have a response except to agree with him. He tried to keep up but it was no use. The desire was unforgiving and relentless. I tried everything, even shameful things like wearing a butt plug to work and teasing my husband to the brink of maddening him.
I went to the doctor to inquire about my situation. We talked, he did an exam and we talked some more. The exam was embarrassing as the desire came in the form of my aroma and my juice. For the first time I willingly open my legs for him. I needed someone to see my desire in all of its glory.
Nothing came of the doctor visit and my husband has admitted we need to get him some help. The thought of needing men other than my husband to satiate me wakes up my pussy even more than it is already. The thought of being fucked by other men, because one man isn’t enough, makes me uneasy too. Like where does that stop and what if I like it?
Two weeks ago my husband offered me one of his friends. I was shocked, but under the circumstances I understood his plight. I declined, until he offered again a few days later. This particular day I would have fucked everyone and anyone. He assured me I had his blessing. We coordinated with his friend and I went to his apartment that night. The minute I walked in he led me to his bedroom, told me to get undressed and to get on the bed. I was wanton and this man would try to tame me. He fucked me like crazy (the hard and deep kind) for almost an hour. I came a few times and he came twice. As I was leaving, fully dressed with my bag in my hand, I dropped to my knees and gave him head right by his front door. I was driven to get his cum. My mouth never left his cock until I had drained him for the third time. I left with cum on my breath and the second load of cum in my stomach.
I have met him four times and it is the same each time. I enjoy it fully, but I needed more. My husband offered other male options and I have taken him up on them. You could certainly call me slutty. And you can certainly say my husband is sharing me. But if we are both on the same page, what should it matter. I just know that I am still the horniest I have ever been.
About six weeks ago, while removing my panties, my finger grazed my clit. It made me almost drop to my knees. The immense pressure and sensation in my clit sent a lightning bolt to the inner most depths of my pussy. I went to the bathroom and desperately pummeled my pussy until I could not move my arm anymore. That night, I rode my husband like never before - which made him cum in less than five minutes. Me, super horny, I found the bathroom again and dildo fucked myself until I was satiated.
The next morning brought the same immense desire between my legs. I woke up soaked and hornier than ever before. Feeling this way, I chose to wear black leggings and no panties. I felt exposed, free, open, on display. By 10:00, I was soaked through my leggings - I guess I should have anticipated that. I went to the bathroom and made myself cum three times that day at work. One more time at home. One more time when my husband licked my dirty pussy.
About a month ago, my husband called me out on this uncontrolled desire. I didn’t have a response except to agree with him. He tried to keep up but it was no use. The desire was unforgiving and relentless. I tried everything, even shameful things like wearing a butt plug to work and teasing my husband to the brink of maddening him.
I went to the doctor to inquire about my situation. We talked, he did an exam and we talked some more. The exam was embarrassing as the desire came in the form of my aroma and my juice. For the first time I willingly open my legs for him. I needed someone to see my desire in all of its glory.
Nothing came of the doctor visit and my husband has admitted we need to get him some help. The thought of needing men other than my husband to satiate me wakes up my pussy even more than it is already. The thought of being fucked by other men, because one man isn’t enough, makes me uneasy too. Like where does that stop and what if I like it?
Two weeks ago my husband offered me one of his friends. I was shocked, but under the circumstances I understood his plight. I declined, until he offered again a few days later. This particular day I would have fucked everyone and anyone. He assured me I had his blessing. We coordinated with his friend and I went to his apartment that night. The minute I walked in he led me to his bedroom, told me to get undressed and to get on the bed. I was wanton and this man would try to tame me. He fucked me like crazy (the hard and deep kind) for almost an hour. I came a few times and he came twice. As I was leaving, fully dressed with my bag in my hand, I dropped to my knees and gave him head right by his front door. I was driven to get his cum. My mouth never left his cock until I had drained him for the third time. I left with cum on my breath and the second load of cum in my stomach.
I have met him four times and it is the same each time. I enjoy it fully, but I needed more. My husband offered other male options and I have taken him up on them. You could certainly call me slutty. And you can certainly say my husband is sharing me. But if we are both on the same page, what should it matter. I just know that I am still the horniest I have ever been.
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