Straight Female / 29
A Sex Life
Five years ago, on the eve of my marriage, my Mother gave me some advice. It was given light-heatedly, a glass of champagne in her hand and a twinkle in her eye. "By all means be a good wife" she had said, "But, if you want a bit of fun in your marriage be a better mistress. Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home."
My Mother had been happily married, and still in love with Dad, for more than thirty years so I took the advice, seriously.
A good sex life doesn't just happen, you have to work at it. If you have sex every Wednesday night with the light off it would very quickly become boring. Equally, if I greeted my husband, Paul, every night when he came in from work wearing stockings, suspenders and heels it would be exciting. However, this too would eventually become repetitious and would eventually lead to boredom. The optimum word in any sex life is 'sometimes'. "Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home".
Sometimes, I wake Paul up with a blow job. Sometimes, he'll return the favour. I've cooked a meals dressed in just an apron and heels. I've been dressed as a schoolgirl when he's arrived home. Letting him fondle my breasts but pushing his hand away as it strayed up my skirt. Frustrating him. Then, finally it takes a while before, giving in. Completely opposite I've been a hard-bitten pro leather skirt, stockings and see through blouse. Demanding money for my services - £100 - blow job £150 full sex - at first he thought it was a joke but I was having non of it and made him go to an ATM for the money. With hindsight this was taking it a bit too far because he got really annoyed. Anyway he got his moneys worth because I could hardly walk for a week. I play a mean game of footsie under the table if we're out for a meal. Meeting friends for a drink I casually whispered in his ear that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I swear to god I could see steam coming out of his ears every time I crossed my legs. Now, he insists that I lift up my skirt to show him that I'm wearing knickers before we go out. However, I have explained that it's quite easy to remove my pants while we're out. "Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home" He'll phone me and tell me in explicit detail what he's going to do to me when he gets home. In return I'll send him selfies. Upskirts or vids of me fingering but not quite reaching orgasm - waiting. After a party in a friends flat we did it in the lift. Paul, was a bit worse for wear so it took a while. Down, up, up down. I was terrified but came every time the bell rang and the door slid open. Early hours of the morning - nobody there. We love doing it outdoors. It's not just the sex that turns us on but the whole thing. The excitement of the anticipation knowing what we're going to do. The drive out - from experience I've learnt that it's easier to wear a summer dress and leave the underwear at home. I flirt in the car, letting the frock slip down my thighs so it just covers my crotch and not forgetting to tweak my nipples so they show, like cherry stones, through the dress. Then of course there's always the added excitement that we may be caught. Nothings happened so far. But who knows! Maybe someone catching us will be more exciting?
I hope you have enjoyed my little story and I hope it's turned you on. It's certainly got me wet writing it down. It doesn't matter how long you've been together or how old you are. You can still pep up your sex life. What I've described maybe taking things a little too far? But why not try something simple. Pick up your phone and text three words to your partner, "I'm feeling horny!" Go on I dare you!
My Mother had been happily married, and still in love with Dad, for more than thirty years so I took the advice, seriously.
A good sex life doesn't just happen, you have to work at it. If you have sex every Wednesday night with the light off it would very quickly become boring. Equally, if I greeted my husband, Paul, every night when he came in from work wearing stockings, suspenders and heels it would be exciting. However, this too would eventually become repetitious and would eventually lead to boredom. The optimum word in any sex life is 'sometimes'. "Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home".
Sometimes, I wake Paul up with a blow job. Sometimes, he'll return the favour. I've cooked a meals dressed in just an apron and heels. I've been dressed as a schoolgirl when he's arrived home. Letting him fondle my breasts but pushing his hand away as it strayed up my skirt. Frustrating him. Then, finally it takes a while before, giving in. Completely opposite I've been a hard-bitten pro leather skirt, stockings and see through blouse. Demanding money for my services - £100 - blow job £150 full sex - at first he thought it was a joke but I was having non of it and made him go to an ATM for the money. With hindsight this was taking it a bit too far because he got really annoyed. Anyway he got his moneys worth because I could hardly walk for a week. I play a mean game of footsie under the table if we're out for a meal. Meeting friends for a drink I casually whispered in his ear that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I swear to god I could see steam coming out of his ears every time I crossed my legs. Now, he insists that I lift up my skirt to show him that I'm wearing knickers before we go out. However, I have explained that it's quite easy to remove my pants while we're out. "Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home" He'll phone me and tell me in explicit detail what he's going to do to me when he gets home. In return I'll send him selfies. Upskirts or vids of me fingering but not quite reaching orgasm - waiting. After a party in a friends flat we did it in the lift. Paul, was a bit worse for wear so it took a while. Down, up, up down. I was terrified but came every time the bell rang and the door slid open. Early hours of the morning - nobody there. We love doing it outdoors. It's not just the sex that turns us on but the whole thing. The excitement of the anticipation knowing what we're going to do. The drive out - from experience I've learnt that it's easier to wear a summer dress and leave the underwear at home. I flirt in the car, letting the frock slip down my thighs so it just covers my crotch and not forgetting to tweak my nipples so they show, like cherry stones, through the dress. Then of course there's always the added excitement that we may be caught. Nothings happened so far. But who knows! Maybe someone catching us will be more exciting?
I hope you have enjoyed my little story and I hope it's turned you on. It's certainly got me wet writing it down. It doesn't matter how long you've been together or how old you are. You can still pep up your sex life. What I've described maybe taking things a little too far? But why not try something simple. Pick up your phone and text three words to your partner, "I'm feeling horny!" Go on I dare you!
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