Straight Female / 42
Why Do I Do This?
I am a 42 year old happily married mother of two. My husband and I have a mostly satisfying sex life. We are intimate, erotic, we experiment and role play. Our sex is regular and healthy. But I didn’t even realize I have been missing something important I didn’t even know I needed. I feel incredibly guilty about what I have been doing but I’m obsessed and I can’t stop. Let me explain.
I work part time a few days a week for a non-profit organization. Last December we had our annual holiday party. My husband would have been with me but he was on a rare business trip. The kids wete with my parents overnight.
At the party I spent a fair amount of time chatting with a man I have worked closely with for a couple years. “Ted’s” wife died a few years ago. Admittedly we both drank a bit which influenced our behavior. As we were saying good night Ted sort of broke down and revealed to me how lonely he has been since his wife’s passing. A big part of what he missed was physical intimacy. We ended up granbing a drink and…you guessed it…wound up in his bed. I’ve never done anything like this since being married.
What happened took me completely by surprise. Although Ted was not big in the endowment department (actually slightly smaller than my husband) he was so forceful and sort of primal. His technique was to deliver a non-stop almost brutally hard pounding for an hour. The only breaks were for Ted to move me into a new position and then start the piston-like workout all over again. It sent me to another place, like an out of body experience. I was moaning and saying things that didn’t even make sense and making sounds and moans and sighs and gasps like never before.
I always enjoyed sex with my husband, and before him with two men in college. I usually orgasmed. But my husband is a gentle lovemaker, not a powerful one. It’s just his way, and I never knew otherwise. But Ted’s deep, powerful , rapid and seemingly endless thrusts have become a feeling I’m addicted to. My eyes roll back, I become swollen and dripping wet and I seem to leave my body, and I rarely orgasm fewer tha 4 times in our now weekly 1-hour rendezvous sessions. Loud moaning sometimes screaming orgasms with my nails digging into his back.
We have mindless sex weekly now. Not an affair or a relationship, just sex. Honestly, we just fuck, hard. It’s what we both want and need. I still love and have enjoyable sex with my husband. But I need what Ted gives me. I just do. I can’t unfeel that. I need it. I feel so guilty but I can’t stop.
I work part time a few days a week for a non-profit organization. Last December we had our annual holiday party. My husband would have been with me but he was on a rare business trip. The kids wete with my parents overnight.
At the party I spent a fair amount of time chatting with a man I have worked closely with for a couple years. “Ted’s” wife died a few years ago. Admittedly we both drank a bit which influenced our behavior. As we were saying good night Ted sort of broke down and revealed to me how lonely he has been since his wife’s passing. A big part of what he missed was physical intimacy. We ended up granbing a drink and…you guessed it…wound up in his bed. I’ve never done anything like this since being married.
What happened took me completely by surprise. Although Ted was not big in the endowment department (actually slightly smaller than my husband) he was so forceful and sort of primal. His technique was to deliver a non-stop almost brutally hard pounding for an hour. The only breaks were for Ted to move me into a new position and then start the piston-like workout all over again. It sent me to another place, like an out of body experience. I was moaning and saying things that didn’t even make sense and making sounds and moans and sighs and gasps like never before.
I always enjoyed sex with my husband, and before him with two men in college. I usually orgasmed. But my husband is a gentle lovemaker, not a powerful one. It’s just his way, and I never knew otherwise. But Ted’s deep, powerful , rapid and seemingly endless thrusts have become a feeling I’m addicted to. My eyes roll back, I become swollen and dripping wet and I seem to leave my body, and I rarely orgasm fewer tha 4 times in our now weekly 1-hour rendezvous sessions. Loud moaning sometimes screaming orgasms with my nails digging into his back.
We have mindless sex weekly now. Not an affair or a relationship, just sex. Honestly, we just fuck, hard. It’s what we both want and need. I still love and have enjoyable sex with my husband. But I need what Ted gives me. I just do. I can’t unfeel that. I need it. I feel so guilty but I can’t stop.
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