I am 45 year old. I have been married to my college sweetheart for 20 years, have 3 kids and work full time. I am your typical middle aged woman approaching menopause. Well with one exception. I think about sex all of the time. Not, just sex, but kinky sex. I am open to all ideas and am willing to try anything once. I had never cheated on my husband, but I think about it a lot.
I love to suck cock. I have been with my husband for the last 25 years and I go down on him as much as he allows. He isn't into oral sex or sex, in general as much as I am. I would love to suck cock much more than he allows. I love the control I have when I feel his shaft start to get hard, and how he rolls his eyes when I am taking his cock in my throat. I love the control that I have over him when his cock is in my mouth. Several years ago I met Keith. He is about 5 years older than me. He is average build, average height and average looks. I can't figure out why I am so attracted to him. I keep on telling myself he must be releasing a hormone that makes me horny. I felt like at any second that I am around him I am going to suck his cock. Every time I am in his office, I would have to resist the urge to say this out loud and then go down on him.
One day after working for 10 hours. I realized it was only Keith and I in the office. I decide today is the day; I am finally going to approach him. I walk into his office and sneak behind him. I take my silk scarf and wrap it around his wrist and then through the chair. Keith looks at me and says what are you doing? What I have been wanting to do for years now. Having my way with you. What, he said. I am married. I don't care and so am I. I don't want anything back, no strings attached, friends with benefits. While he was pondering this, I tied his other hand down. What do you think you are going to do with me? he asked. Whatever the fuck I want to do with you. Do you trust me? He paused looked me in the eyes and shook his head yes. I leaned over him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Chills of excitement ran through my body. For the first time in years, I felt alive, really alive. Already my pussy is starting to get wet with anticipation. My clitoris is throbbing with desire.
I looked at his nipples and ask him if he likes them to be licked and sucked. He said of course, who doesn't. I laughed if only he knew how boring my husband is. I went down on my knees, eagerly looking at his nips. Before I leaned in to suck them, I take a look at his package. I have been checking that package out for years and wondering what it is like. He asked me what are you thinking, I say you will soon find out. I focused my attention back to his chest, it is perfect. Just enough hair to be manly, but not so much to be a turn off. I lean in and place my mouth around his nipple. I lick and flick my tongue on his pink nipple. My hand reaches to roll his other nipple in between my thumb and finger. I squeezed it just a little. He sighs giving in to my control. I switched nipples and then said to him barely in a whisper, Can I bite them, please? He says do I really have a choice? I told him yes, I will honor what you request. He said whatever you want mistress you can do. I think, mistress why is he calling me mistress? I have thought about domination, masochism and sadism for years. My husband would never allow that. Enough thinking about your husband as I continue on.