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My evening starts like every other evening and I am so dam bored with it. I finish work... go home.. start dinner... turn on my computer and check for emails and friends online.... most times I have neither so I play gin until 'he' gets home.
Then as always, I prepare his dinner plate and he sits in front of the television and eats. I learned early that conversation is something he starts and it is about his thoughts. Every once in awhile I will assert myself and force him to talk about what is happening in my life but lately his boredom is very evident so I generally don't bother.
Why I stay in this marriage is unknown. Possibly out of loyalty, mostly out of necessity. I am a woman who let her looks go severely down hill.... after all he didn't care so who was I going to impress? Not a good attitude to have but one that worked for me over the years. Then suddenly I began to write. I found I have a knack for putting into words what my body and mind crave and desire.
I sent my first story to an online friend as a proofreader type thing ...he emailed me back almost immediately. "Holy shit that was hot" he wrote with a link to a website included on the email. It was for literotica.com... I checked it out and read some of the stories. I wondered if mine was good enough for this site. I thought about it for a few days then simply took a chance.
How fun it was to check everyday and see how many people read my story. I was thrilled when 500 people read it. I wanted to celebrate and tell someone but who to tell? 'He' certainly wouldn't be interested. He laughed when I made the mistake of reading him the first couple of paragraphs. So .....
In late November a man sent me a feedback email on the story. I generally read the feedbacks and smile. But something he said caught my eye and I wrote back. We began to email each other and found out we both have messenger. So we talked on there. How exciting it was to find a man who was interested in me. ME! It was so new and thrilling that I could finally open myself up to a man.
When he mentioned he would be in FL and wanted to meet me... I panicked. After all I am not all that thrilling in person and I wanted to keep the magic we had. The more we talked the more he convinced me that looks and size meant nothing. He enjoys the whole me.
Our night together was almost perfect. I knew I did not please him orally but I was so scared. My god, this man was only the third man to have his cock in my body in all of my 44 years. I can be quite wonderful on paper but in person I must not be all that good. After all 'he' doesn't want sex with me any longer so it must be me personally.
But my friend showed me that I could be desirable. I was wanted. It was not my fault for sex not being in my life. I can be extremely sexual outside of marriage. I cried when he left. Don't think he really knew how much he touched my soul that night. We schedule to meet the next night but I received no word from him.... I waited and waited and as I laid alone in that hotel bed the tears flowed for a different reason.
I hated thinking it was to be a one night affair. Dear god that hurt me more than anything in the world. I know he left me knowing that I am not the problem in my marriage but yet he did not want me again. Would anyone? I made up my mind to accept the change in me and go on with the mental and physical changes I planned to make in my life.
I went home and attempted to go on as if nothing happened but it did. My whole demeanor changed. I smiled more. I flirted more. I was also a little more depressed over the loss of my friend. I sent emails and messages. No response, but suddenly a few days later there it was.
Something happened and he had to leave in a hurry. No time to let me know. He was sorry! He loved our night together and was so looking forward to the next. My whole world lifted then. He did like me. He did want me again. Our friendship blossomed and grew. Each day was something new. Each day brought us closer as friends and lovers.
Our phone conversations were erotic and satisfying as he brought me to climax many times not allowing me to stop. He made me "his" and I loved every minute of it. Even though we are hundred of miles apart I could still feel him and taste him. Our relationship began to change over time. Each meeting we have, although short in time, is life altering. I was becoming his slut and he my master. It was not an easy transformation for me at first to make but how easily it comes to me now.
How effortlessly he can make me cum with just his voice. Our meetings getting more and more erotic. If I close my eyes now as I type I can hear it and my nipples harden and my skin begins to tingle.
He tells me he is coming to Fl and wants me to pick him up. I can't wait. I ask where he is staying and he says 'with you'. HMMM I take that to mean he wants me with him. He tells me the flight and time. Just before dinner. I tell my husband dinner is in the microwave... I am going out with friends won't be home until late. I don't know if he hears me.. his favorite show is on. He is clueless.
I arrive at the airport early. I freshen my makeup and myself and when you arrive it is like a part of me is finally together. The kiss we share is passionate and erotic. I know you like pubic displays and I rub my body up to yours. You can feel my nipples already hard pressed into your chest.
My fingers thread in your hair as your tongue enters my mouth. When I suck on it I moan as your hand begins to caress my ass under the edge of my dress. I care not that others have a view of my ass cheeks. Your finger slips inside my panties and finds my wetness. I melt as it slides in my pussy once and is removed just as quickly.
I moan softly as you bring that finger to our mouths still locked together and we taste me together. How we make it to the car with out just out and out fucking right there is beyond me. I don't even remember how we got to the damn car.
I let you drive as I have other things on my mind and once on the road I begin to unzip your jeans. My hand finds you semi hard already and I can't wait to feel this cock in my ass again but for now... it is my mouth that will do all the enjoying. I undo my seatbelt and lay on the seat. My head in your lap. Your hand threads in my hair. My tongue slides out and slowly licks you. I love the way your cock bounces from my soft wet touch. I hear you breath in as my lips surround the head and I begin to suck.
So softly you wonder if I even am, to so hard you wish I would stop. I love the way your hand curls in my hair almost pulling it. I lift my mouth off of your cock only long enough to remind you to keep an eye on the road.
