Let me give you a couple of examples of what's happened to me. A very dear lady friend I hadn't seen in ten years called and invited herself over to my place. I told her to make herself at home while I took a shower, and when I came out of the shower, I heard her in the kitchen washing dishes. I threw on some clothes, went into the kitchen, and found her facing me wearing an apron, the kind the covers you from neck to knees. I told her to forget about doing the dishes, but she just grinned and turned around to face the sink, revealing she had nothing on under her apron. Well, the sight of her nude body gave me a hard on a cat couldn't scratch, and I told her she looked hot as hell and was ready to get it on right then and there. But she had other plans for us and asked me if I still wanted to watch her masturbate, something she'd said years before she'd never do.
Of course I told her I did, and she led me into the living room and made me sit down on the couch while she sat down across from me in a comfortable chair with arms. She lifted the bottom half of the apron, put a leg over each arm of the chair and proceeded to finger fuck herself into oblivion. I got so excited my dick was about to rip through the front of my shorts, and when she finally had an orgasm, I threw off my clothes and we fucked like a pair of rabid weasels in heat. When we finished making love and lay spent on the floor I asked her if she had ever made love to another woman. She responded that when she was younger the idea hadn't appealed to her, but recently she'd gotten curious and had made out with a girl friend but only kissed and felt each other's breasts. I asked her if she'd enjoyed it, and she said she'd got a kick out of it and next time would go all the way with her girl friend.
My second example involves an old neighbor of mine who has long since moved away but was what men refer to as a walking wet dream. She was in her early 30s and had had five kids, but she looked like she was only 20 and had the whole package, small waist, large breasts, heart-shaped face, long dark hair, and a vivacious personality. I ran into her at a local store one day, we got to talking, and I gave her my address and telephone number and told her to call me some time if she wanted to talk. Well, she called me two days later, and after talking for twenty minutes, the conversation turned to sex and within an hour, I knew what turned her on and what turned her off. She was amazed she'd revealed so much about herself, but she told me I was easy to talk to and started calling me every day.
This went on for over two weeks, but then I noticed a change in her mood and tone of voice. I asked her what was wrong, and she said her husband was ignoring her. She'd meet him at the door the night before dressed in her sexiest lingerie, and all he'd done was yawn and go to bed after eating dinner. She was upset because their love making had gone from every night to maybe once or twice every two weeks, and I told her he just might be bored. She said she'd tried everything to fire him up but they usually ended up fighting. I asked her whether she had ever tried masturbating for him, and she said she hadn't because she wasn't sure how to do it right. Then she started crying, wailing she was at her wit's end to know what to do, and I calmed her down and told her I'd walk her through what she needed to do. It took me a while to convince her I knew what I was talking about, but she finally said she'd do like I said and promised to try it that night.
Well, the next day she called overjoyed that masturbation had done the trick. She'd made her husband sit down in a chair in their bedroom, tied him up, and let him watch while she finger fucked herself only a few feet away. Then she'd given him a blow job while he was still tied to the chair, and he'd blown a huge wad into her mouth. When he started to go limp she'd stood just out of reach of his tongue, bent over and finger fucked herself again. Well, that had really gotten him going, and when she'd untied him, they'd fucked until the wee hours of the morning. She wanted to try having phone sex with me, and I played along, talking dirty to her. And she loved it so much that from then on she called me each morning just to have phone sex.