At 38 Mona was a very attractive woman by any standards; She had smallish B cup breasts, but they were plump and very sensitive, and topped by graceful shoulders. She had long, thin and shapely legs. Her butt was a little big, but it was shapely and very firm. She had long slender hands and a full mouth. Even after two children, she had maintained her flat tummy. Eric was proud of Mona, their sex life was good, and he loved showing her off and even sharing her on occasion. So when Mona became somewhat fretful lately, Eric was concerned. He thought that she seemed unusually bored. And he knew that he had not been attentive to her needs of late because he had been so busy at work.
"Why don't you get a hobby?" he told her.
"What kind of hobby?"
"I don't know, find something you really like to do, and have a passion for, and then find a way to do it."
This really got Mona thinking. She spent several days thinking about it. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. What did she really really like to do that she didn't get to do enough of? Fucking. And she was sure that Eric was OK with it, after all, he was the one who told her to find a hobby. So she set about to make fucking her new hobby. Here is her story.
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"When Eric first told me I needed a hobby, at first I thought of things like photography, or making scrapbooks. But that seemed like too much work, and I didn't really want to spend my free time learning something new. I wanted to have some fun. What was it Eric had said? "Find something that you really like to do and have a passion for it. Then find a way to do it in your spare time." Ok. Then I ran across some pictures of that cute Marine that Eric had set me up with. I thought it was weird when he first asked me to go with him to meet a Marine captain that was in town on Marine business. But Eric showed me his picture, and he was cute. Way cute. And built. And when the marine called us on the phone, Eric handed me the phone and made me talk to him. When he got to our city we met him at a bar downtown, had a couple of beers, and talked for a couple of hours. Then we went to his hotel. When we got to the hotel, Eric went across the street to a convenience store and left me alone with the Marine. We went to his room. He left the door ajar so Eric could get in, and then did what Marines do. When Eric got there with more beer and snacks I was in the Marine's arms with my legs wrapped around him as he stood against the wall, and our lips were locked. He was such a good kisser. I immediately jumped out of his arms, feeling and acting guilty. Then Eric backed me against the wall, took me in his arms, and kissed me as he took my blouse off and then pushed my jeans down. I took off my panties myself. I then "entertained" the two of them for the next four hours non-stop. Well, they both stopped briefly at intervals, but I was the energizer bunny, I just kept going and going. They took turns with me, did me double vaginal, and one doggied me while I sucked the other one. Our sex life was never the same after that.
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Several months later we did the same thing with a local guy, only I still thought it was weird and the guy was a little unsettled. The dolt couldn't believe his good luck, he thought Eric and I wanted to steal his kidney! Honest! He did not seem to be interested in fucking me, so Eric left us in the motel room for about 40 minutes while he went to the store. Even after we were alone the guy didn't make any advances on me while Eric was gone. When Eric got back he got the ball rolling by taking off my clothes. The guy sure got into it after we all got naked. And ultimately, I also enjoyed it because it was so nasty! The first time I had one guy in my pussy and one in my ass! What would the other soccer moms say if they knew!
Then we took an anniversary trip to Canada where Eric set up a swap with another couple he knew. And when we went to Disneyland I had unexpected encounter with Jack and Billy while looking for a roller coaster ride. That had sure been fun. And Eric had actually been really turned on when I told him about it later.
So I got to thinking, what is it I really like to do that I could spend my time doing with no start -up time, and no tools or equipment to buy? Fucking! So I decided that I would try getting laid as a hobby. Besides, how hard could it be? As Eric liked to say, "Free pussy? Where's the end of the line?"
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Sunday evening I got started. I decided to put an ad on a dating site. I had never done this before, so I decided to keep it it short and sweet and see what happened:
"Attractive married woman looking for discreet fun! 5'9" tall, 135#. Must be drug and disease free and funny. No dorks unless you have a personality. No pic, no reply."
I also included two pictures, one of my face and the other of my girlish charms, both of which Eric had taken.
Then I waited. I am not the most patient person, so that was the hard part. But I waited all week . . . ummm . . . until Thursday night. When I went to the web site, I found 36 replies. I quickly pared them down to 15. 9 had sent no picture at all, and 12 losers only sent pictures of their little head. What, I'm supposed to go out with just a penis? I don't think so! Although the little head is an important part of the date, I want to talk to the big head first!
Then I sorted through the remaining ones. 12 were just not cute enough. Of the three that were left, one was a lame writer, and a republican to boot, so he was out. That left two. They were both in my neighborhood, more or less. One was really funny, but he was kind of dorky looking. The other did not appear that smart, but he was really cute. He was a big guy and had an athletic body. I decided that I would e-mail both of them, and see which one responded first. So I wrote each "Do you want to meet for coffee?" Keep it simple, I told myself.
The cute one must have been on line, because I got back an almost immediate reply "Sure, Saturday at 10 a.m. at the Starbucks . . . ." and he named a particular store that I knew. I wrote back "OK."
Saturday morning I told Eric that I had to return something at Nordstrom's and left about 9. I had dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans and tenny's. When I arrived at Starbucks it was pretty crowded, but I had no trouble recognizing Tim. He came up to me as I walked in.
"You look good enough to eat!" he said.
"Aren't you even going to buy me a coffee first?"
"Uh, sure."
He got the coffee and we chatted about his job and other things. He was a contractor, not worldly, but definitely knew his job, if not relationships.
Finally, after about half an hour, I said "You know, you're cute, and I have other things to do today. Do you want to take me somewhere?"
"Uh, sure, where do you want to go?" Tim was a contractor, obviously not a rocket scientist.
"Somewhere more quiet." Hint hint hint.
"Do you want to see my house?" It was finally beginning to dawn on him that he was going to get lucky.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
So he took me to his house. I asked to see the bedroom. When I got there, I took off my T and started to slide my jeans down. Tim looked a little startled at first, but then he figured it out and took off his clothes. Nice muscles. I walked up to him, naked now, and pushed on his chest. He fell on the bed. I straddled his hips, guided his penis into me, and put my hand on his chest. He was bigger than I was used to, but I quickly adjusted. I began moving up and down on him. My first Hobby Fuck. Although I was enjoying the physical sensations, it seemed somehow unexciting. Maybe it had been too easy. Or maybe I just wasn't in to Tim, who had the personality of a fence post despite his muscular body.
I took his hand and place it on my clit. He began to stimulate me, and I could feel my face becoming flushed. I put my hands on his shoulders and humped him harder, until I came. Then he placed his hands on my hips and and started moving faster in me. I could feel his cock began to swell. He moved my hips up and down, then grunted loudly and sprayed my insides with a huge load of cum.
"God that felt good," I thought.
After that I got up and asked which way was the shower. I showered alone. Tim wanted to know if he could have my phone number. I told him that since I was married I didn't give out my number, that he should give me his number, and that I would call him. He said ok and gave me his number as I pulled on my jeans and T. I stuffed the number in my purse and left.
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When I got home there was an email from Gerry, the geeky-looking guy. It was really funny, and he wanted to know if I still wanted to have coffee with him. I wrote back and said sure, and told him where and when to meet me on Monday. I still thought he looked kind of funny, but he had such a good sense of humor.
On Monday my own sense of humor got the best of me, and I wore the same jeans and T that I wore to meet Tim. And I was right, he was funny, and fun to be around! Inevitably, he got around to asking about me.
"You said in your ad you're married. So why the ad? And what are you doing here with me? You know that I'm going to try to take advantage of you."
"Pursuing my hobby."
