Women always wonder why men cheat and have wandering eyes. Let me tell you in case you are so naive not to know why.
My Wife Linda and I have been married for twenty-two years and she does not have a "libido" any more or so she says. We occasionally have our little mutual masturbation sessions or she will jerk me off once a month maybe. She thinks she is old and not attractive anymore. I tell her repeatedly that I still think she is very sexy and she drives me wild, which is the truth. Because she feels unattractive when we do have our little sessions, she cannot relax enough to orgasm, as she is so self-conscious of her body. I would give anything for her not to feel this way and would love to love only her.
Let me also tell you that it has not always been this way. When we were first married, we fucked in every room in the house. We would fuck on the floor, countertop, pool table, outside, everywhere and sometimes several times a day.
She used to suck my dick as we were driving down the road, she would even flash truckers her big beautiful breasts. She was hot, sexy and she knew it. To me she still is very hot but we have not had actual intercourse for nearly two years.
I miss the intimacy between us. I miss the feel of her naked body pressed against mine. I miss pleasing her and hearing her squeal in delight as she would orgasm.
Although I am understanding of her predicament, I also crave the attention and excitement of full-blown raw and exciting sex.
Due to this, I have been guilty of looking for other avenues of getting what I need and want from a sexual relationship.
I am a professional businessman who makes a very nice living and live in an upscale neighborhood. I have to travel frequently on business, which gives me nights to either look at porn on the internet or visit local bars. I have done both. Looking at porn was how I started. I would look at the sites and watch the video clips of the sexy hot young ladies having sex or rubbing their perfect bodies for me to jerk off to.
A guy can only take so much lotion and his own hand before he starts to fantasize about a woman's hand on his cock. The fantasy then turns to looking for the real thing.
My first excursion outside the bounds of matrimony was on a business trip to a small town in the Florida panhandle. I was in town for three nights. The first night I stayed in my room and looked at porn on my laptop. This always escalated to fantasizing mostly about my wife being her old self and fucking her all night long. The second night in town I decided to go to a local bar that reportedly had lots of woman who hung out there.
I walked into the dimly lit room with smoke hanging in the air. I went to the crowded bar and had a seat. I ordered a seven and seven and began looking around the room to see what the ladies there looked like. Most of the women that I had seen so far looked sleazy and was becoming disappointed with my informant of local drinking establishments. I ordered another drink and decided after that one I was going back to my room and probably fantasize about my wife and jack off again.
About the time, I had finished my drink a young lady sat down at the bar next to me. She was a blonde with large breasts that were nearly falling out of her low cut blouse. She was in a simple way somewhat attractive but not in the beautiful category. You could tell from her appearance, clothing, makeup, and mannerisms that she was from a lower class than I was accustomed to.
I watched her talk to the locals in the bar and either she was becoming much more attractive or the seven and sevens were making her appear to be more so.
She suddenly turned on her stool just as I was getting up and our knees collided into each other.
She looked shocked and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
I shook my head and said, "No, I should be more careful."
She said, "Please sit back down and at least let me buy you a drink for bruising your kneecaps."
I could not help it but answered to her bulging breasts in her low cut blouse, "Sure why not?"
She asked looking into my eyes knowing what I was looking at, "What are you drinking?
I then tore my eyes from her chest and looked at her eyes again, "Seven and seven."
She turned to the bartender and said, "Nathan, I'm buying and he needs a seven and seven please."
She turned in her chair to face me. Her long legs were touching the side of my thigh and her naked skin touching me felt like electricity running through my body. She stated rather matter of factly, "I don't think I have ever seen you here before."
I was subconsciously again talking to her breasts, "No, I'm from out of town on business and was bored in the room so I asked the concierge where a good place was to go for a drink and some local flavor. He suggested here."
She laughed, "Local flavor huh? That means you wanted to see how the local Florida Rednecks lived."
I shook my head, "No not at all. It is just that everyone in a hotel bar is from out of town and like me on business. You talk to people about sports or current events and I like to have real conversations. I like meeting new people."
I held out my hand and said, "I'm Ray." This was not the truth.
She held out her hand and replied, "I'm Amy."
Her hand was slightly rough and she shook with a firm grip, so unlike the women I'm accustomed to shaking hands with.
We sat and talked for hours. Amy worked at one of the local plants making electronic circuit boards.
I was perplexed by what made this woman so attractive. I mean other than the obvious, large tits and long firm legs in a very short skirt. An uninhibited air about her was making my dick hard. She was easy to talk to.
She was not married and asked if I was. I had removed my wedding band, lied, and told her no. A pang of guilt hit me as soon as I said no.
As the liquor was setting in she would touch my shoulder, which then led to my arm, and eventually she was laying her hand on my thigh as she continued to talk.
I felt like her hand was burning my skin through my slacks. My dick was rock hard, as it seemed that her tits were becoming more and more visible. Her skirt had also rose up and I could see that she was wearing bright red panties. Her long muscular legs were now not crossed but slightly spread open as she sat on the barstool.
She suddenly moved her hand from my thigh and onto my hard cock.
I jumped slightly and turned to her. She had a serious look on her face and said, "I'm ready to get out of here, would you like to join me?"
WOW! My mind was going off. I had to make a decision quickly and right now. Was I going to go with this Amy and betray my wife Linda? Her hand touching my cock was the first woman to touch my cock since Linda and I had been married. My hard cock and the alcohol won out, "Sure."
She stood up and put some money on the bar. I added more than enough to cover our bill and the tip. I stood up and she asked, "Your place or mine?"
I said, "It really doesn't matter to me."
She smiled and said, "I live right around the corner if that is ok."
I replied half choking, "I'll follow you then."
I followed her out the door as I stared at her undulating ass under her short skirt. She knew I would be watching and was making a show of it.
She turned grinning having caught me staring at her ass and legs and said, "I parked over there." Pointing in the direction of an old blue Chevy.
I said, "Ok, I will be right behind you."
I got in my car and thought, what in the hell are you doing? I put the key in the ignition and noticed my hand was shaking. I turned the key and put it in drive as she pulled out of her space.
She turned left onto the street and I thought about turning right and getting the hell out of there. My dick and the liquor made me turn left. I followed her for about three blocks and she turned right into a trailer park. We drove in about a block and she turned into the parking space in front of a singlewide mobile home.
Amy got out of her car and stood next to it waiting for me to get out. When I got out of the car and stood up my legs felt like rubber. Amy said, "Home sweet home."
She walked up the wooden stairs to the door and put the key in the lock. My stomach flipped and I thought I was going to throw up right there when the door opened.
I followed her in and pulled the door shut behind me.
Amy pointed toward the couch and said, "Have a seat and get comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"
As I sat on the couch I replied, "Sure that would be great." I really needed another drink right now to take the jitters away.
Her home was very tidy and clean albeit small.
She walked back to the couch and said, "Sorry all I have is some beer."
She handed me the beer and sat down next to me.
I said, "Beer is just fine."
I raised the bottle to my mouth when she suddenly put her hand on my cock.
I nearly choked as I tried to swallow.
