This is my first ever written story. If you want to comment, please try to be kind and encouraging so I will be prone to try again.
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I will be the first to declare that I was neither the best husband nor the best father, but I did remain faithful to my wife for over twenty years of marriage before infidelity set in. I may not have been suitable as a GQ model, but I was decent looking. After leaving home for college, I gained some weight but previously I had looked like some third world malnourished guy in tattered clothing, so the weight gain was an improvement.
As I reflect upon my first marriage, generally I concede it was pointless time spent together at least from a sexual standpoint. My wife grew up in the country which perhaps was the first problem. In retrospect, I think she adopted the stance that sex was merely for procreation and nothing more. I may not have been a world class lover, but I don't think she really enjoyed sex or anything that I attempted during the early stages of our marriage. Daily masturbation kept me sane and oriented as I was sexually unsatisfied otherwise. Given her attitude, I vowed to never be dependent upon a woman for my sexual satisfaction. When pursuing sex, I think she was merely fulfilling what she assumed to be her wifely obligations and nothing more. She never had a creative sexual idea in her head, and, as each successive child was born, my priority level sank lower and lower until in her eyes until I was at the bottom of the list. The children always came first, the husband last. More and more I think one of the necessary foundations of a healthy marriage is an ability to tease and flirt to get the sexual juices flowing. My wife lacked those abilities.
Being the professional photographer that I was, Charlene had contacted me for the purpose of shooting a series of boudoir/glamour style photographs for her and her husband. I should have guessed that I was in for a ride when Charlene called me to the dressing room to assist her in getting both undressed and dressed in her chosen outfits. We chatted as I unhooked her bra and helped her with her skirt. Later, as the evening progressed, she sat Indian style with her naked cunt openly visible and capturing my attention. She drank champagne as we talked. "We might be crossing a line," I said, and she merely giggled.
Charlene was the consummate professional in the workplace being in marketing and public relations albeit a little kinky at times. Over time I, videotaped her extracting a set anal beads from her ass. Her nails were always exquisitely done, and she carried herself with a sense of pride and confidence. She was a couple of years older that I was at 42 years old, probably about 5'8" and weighed 135 or 140 pounds perfectly proportionate to her size and build. Her tits were firm, supple and maybe 34 B or C in size. Her silver dollar sized nipples begged to be sucked.
Given the set of circumstances detailed thus far, it should come as no surprise that when Charlene returned to my studio that day to look at her proofs, she came with the intention to seduce and she succeeded. As we talked, she reached over and started playing with my hands and lowered her voice to a very seductive level, and I yielded to her temptations. In toying with my hands and talking seductively, she made suggestive comments about her pictures and her photo session. At one point, she encouraged me to lock the studio door and accompany her to the back of the studio. Upon arriving at our destination, she proceeded to slowly strip off her clothes and lie down on the studio bed. She opened her legs in a classic invitation and invited me to partake of dessert.
