Housewife

Stan and I had been married for 25 years. He was a career man and I
was a stay at home Mom. We, all, know that is a full time job in
itself. In the beginning we were the most exciting couple you could
run into. We were fun and hilarious, but like all things, a change
came about.

After about 10 years of wedded bliss, we settled into a routine with
our life. I guess a lot had to do with the fact we had 3 sons. I never
dreamed that our once exciting, passionate and overwhelming sex life would ever change. Until the 10 year point, we still acted like newly weds.

Now, our sex life was routine. Once a week and usually on Wednesday. Guess he takes hump day seriously. It is always the same way each time. He climbs into bed, wraps his arms around me and pulls me in tight to him. Then he rolls me over and climbs on top and takes care of business. No foreplay, teasing, sensual talking or anything. Most of the time he's finished before I even get started. (FRUSTRATING AS HELL!)

I have thought about going online and buying toys for myself and
keeping them hid, but that was not me. I wanted the passion, desire
and sensations felt between two people. Nothing in the world could
ever replace all of that.

On Wednesday , I would go online and read people's blogs of mature
content. I thought maybe if I did that and fantasize about the blog
while we did the deed, I would get my satisfaction quicker. Guess
what...didn't work. I wanted to be doing what I had read earlier in
the day. I wanted to experience all the passion and desires I felt as I read with my husband.

I had never contemplated or even thought of having an affair. I
loved him way too much for that or at least I thought I did. I did not know what to do and how I needed to handle the situation. I talked to him about our sex life and he got offended. You would have thought I was attacking his manhood.

Several times, I would go into the bedroom and put on romantic music. I would light candles and wear something sexy. I would meet him at the door and try to entice him. Believe it or not, that didn't even work. It was the usual 5 minutes and we were done.

After years of feeling like his toy for him to gain sexual relief, the
sex stopped completely. That was my call. I figure if I wasn't getting
anything from it then he shouldn't either. Guess, I gave up on our sex
life.

Well, I guess when I hit my forties, my attitude changed about toys
and sex. I noticed that I was reading more and more mature blogs. I
even ordered a vibrator and a dildo and used them often. It is bad
that a necessity on your shopping list is batteries.

One day we had a slight change in our lives. Our friend,Tim, had left
his wife and needed a place to stay. We have known him for as long as we had been married. Tim worked at the same company as Stan. He was like part of the family and we told him he more than welcome to stay with us.

I had never thought of Tim in any other way than a friend of the
family. I did not have an opinion whether he was cute, handsome or
sexy. He was just an ordinary guy to me until he had been at the house for several weeks.

By accident, I would cross his path in the hallway as he came out of
the bath with his towel wrapped around his waist. He constantly walked around with no shirt on in the house. I could see more of his physique and I was liking what I was seeing.

He wasn't built like a weight lifter but he did have a broad chest and a his abs were sexy. I have always liked a man with a sexy tummy. When he was wrapped in his towel, the cheeks of his ass were revealing. They looked so full and firm. I would feel a hot flash every time I saw him walking around in his towel. 

More that once when Tim and Stan were at work, I would fantasize about Tim. I was wanting to feel his breath on my bare skin. His big strong hands on my body as he teased me. I wanted to be completely satisfied by him in ways that I had not felt in years.

One day I thought I was home alone. I was on a friend's page and
reading his most recent blog. As I was sitting there getting all wet,
I reached down into my pants and began to play with my pussy. I was so intrigued and enticed by this blog that I was to the point of cumming, when I realized that Tim was standing in the door way. He watched me with intent and excitement. I quickly stopped and clicked off the computer. I was so embarrassed.

I asked him sharply why he was back. He told me that he had left some important papers and had to come back and get them. Before I knew it, I was apologizing and begging for him not to tell Stan. He just smiled and said that it would stay between us. As he walked by me to retrieve his paper work, he pressed against me and I could feel that his cock was rock hard. He made a humming noise as he did this and then he walked off.

He left the room and when he returned, he said jokingly, "I always
wondered what housewives did all day."

I just blushed and watched him walk out the door. The rest of the day
I worried about what he saw. I did not know how I was gonna act when he got home with Stan that night. More than that, I thought of how hard his cock felt against me and the more my passions for him ignited.

I acted like normal that night, but I noticed that Tim could not take his eyes off of me. That made me nervous. I was scared that Stan would notice, but as usual, he didn't notice anything. He was too busy doing paperwork and eating his dinner at the same time.

Tim was well aware of Stan's inattentiveness and he reached down and began to massage his cock through his pants. I became unnerved and went into the kitchen. I stood andwatch him from there until I noticed a wet spot on his pants. Damn I even realized that                                      my panties were soaked. I was aching for this man so much and could not have him. In my own kitchen, I was being tortured. 

A few days later, Stan had to be at the airport early. He had to fly
to Charlotte for the day for a business meeting. Tim agreed to take
him so I would not have to get up early. The kids were away at college and he said it didn't make sense for me to get up at 4 a.m. I thank him for that.

I must have been tired that morning because I didn't hear Stan get out of bed, shower, get dress or leave. Usually, he is so loud, I am up
and started with my usual routine. ( A great way to start the day.) I do remember waking up once and realizing he was gone. I rolled over and I was leisurely going to sleep in that day.

I laid there in complete peace. I knew I had the house to myself for
the rest of the day, until I felt someone slide into bed with me and a pair of arms wrapped around me tight. He leaned into the back of my
neck and I could feel his hot breathe on my skin. Then I felt the
softest lips begin to kiss my neck and chills ran all over my body.

I was not scared or alarmed. Deep down I knew it was Tim. I was
puzzled and had to ask him why he was there with me. He told me to
relax and enjoy. He wanted me to finish what I started the other day when he walked in. He also wanted to make me wet like the other night at dinner. He wanted me to be completely satisfied.                             

I rolled over and looked him in the face and said, "You are a bit
arrogant. How do you know that you can satisfy me?"

He responded with an arrogant tone and a look of sheer delight. He
said, "I have watched you for weeks. I would come back to the house and I would watch you read your "stories" and then see you go to the
bedroom. You would leave the door open because you thought you were alone. Arrogant,  maybe, but I can swear that several times while you were fucking yourself with your dildo, I heard you call my name out."

Without anything else being said, Tim reach for me and I moved in
closer. He began to kiss my forehead to my eyelids until he was at my lips. His soft lips were driving me mad. My pussy was responding very quickly to this. I could feel the tingle and the moisture building.

His hands were cupping my breast and gently massaging. My nipples were so hard and extended in a way I had never experienced. I was wanting him to latch on to them and suck them till they were sore. He knew this and did exactly that while his fingers were tracing the outer edge of my pussy.

The more he teased with his fingers, the more I moved my pussy closer to him. I was wanting to feel that human contact. I wanted to feel a man's finger slide between my slit and play in my juices. I wanted him to play with my clit. I wanted him to slide his fingers inside of me and make me cum all over them. I wanted so much and it was all overwhelming. I wanted it all from him and not my husband.

He teased me so much that I reached down and began to massage my clit. I was moving my hips back and forth. I was determined I was gonna cum. As I did this, he slipped his fingers inside of me. I couldn't help but let out a moan of content and sheer enjoyment. I believe that having the touch of a man once again made me cum immediately. Better yet for the first time in my life, I squirted my cum all over his fingers and hands. The bed beneath me was already soaked and he had not entered me with his cock yet.

After I was finished releasing all that I could, I reached down and
began to stroke his hard cock. To my surprise, his endowment was more than I had ever expected. He was most definitely longer and thicker than Stan. I know I shouldn't compare, but the whole idea excited me even more.

Before I knew it, I was down between his legs and I had his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked it like it was my first time and I wanted all I could get. Several times I drove him to the point of
cumming, but I stopped. I teased him that way several times and then I went up to his lips and began to kiss him.

His kisses were so passionate. His desires flowed from his lips to
mine. I wanted him in me and right then. I straddled him and reached
for his well endowed cock and slide it right into my needy and wanting pussy.

I sat straight up on him and I rode him up and down. I would slide it
all the way in me and then I would move back up until his cock almost came out of me. Each time he held his breath when I did this. The pace quickened and I knew soon I was gonna cum again. Before I did, he pushed me off of him and rolled me over and asked me to get on my knees. I did exactly what he asked.

My ass in the air and him behind me. Instead of him slowly sliding his hard cock into my wet pussy, he thrust in it all the way in and hard. I let out a scream of pleasure. He fucked me hard. He grasp my hips and moved me the way he wanted. I felt that I was completely filled with his cock and I met the pace he was setting.

It had been so many years since I experienced any of this. I was like
a kid in a candy shoppe. The more I got, the more I wanted. Unlike me in all sense of the word, I began to tell him to fuck me harder. I
told him to make me cum like I have never experienced.

He began to fuck me so hard that my head was banging against the
headboard. Before I knew it, I was cumming so hard, so much and for a few minutes. As I was doing that, he told me to yell his name out like I did when I used my toys.

I remember yelling, "Tim, fuck me. Fuck me hard." When I began to cum, I moaned and whimpered. I was in a place sexually I have never been. I knew that I was wanting more. I wanted him in every way possible.

He began to press harder into me and I knew he was about to cum. I
stop all motion and asked him to let me feel his hot fluid fill me up.
When he released, I felt it run all in me and then flow out me. It ran
down my thighs to my knees. The bed was wet quickly. I do believe I was cumming again too.

After wards, we laid there and just looked at each other. We, both,
knew that it was a one time thing. He knew I loved Stan. All that
happened between us was a need to fulfill our sexual desires.

For months after wards, I thought of that morning. For months after
that I wanted to experience more with a man. Stan was so taboo on a lot of things, and my curiosity was increasing. I tried to work with Stan on our sex issues but never got anywhere.

Needless to say and unfortunately, I began to meet others like Tim.
Even once, I showed up at Tim's office and fulfilled my fantasy of
being leaned over his desk and him fucking me.

In the years to come....this housewife and stay at home Mom
experienced more than she needed to.