The elevator doors slid close and I looked up into Tony's piercing blue eyes. Here I was a mature married professional woman, alone in an exciting big city, heading toward a young, handsome stranger's apartment. Soon the elevator doors would open and I would have to make a decision. Do I do the mature responsible thing, respect my martial vows and stay on the elevator or do I give in to the uncontrollable animalistic lust driving me wild and sleep with him? Who am I kidding, of course, I'll sleep him. In fact, I'll suck and fuck him till his balls are dry. It's what I do. I travel to different cities meet new people and have wild, kinky, uncommitted sex with them. I'm a slut. I'm addicted to sex. I guess I could join Sex Addicts Anonymous. I could go to a meeting, stand up and say, "Hi I'm Brandi Taylor and I am a sex addict." I could follow the twelve step program and cure my addiction. The problem is I don't think I have a problem and I don't want to change. I love my addiction and I love my slutty life.
I don't know or care why I am the way I am. I had a normal childhood growing up in the mid-west, no incidents of molestation or incest to blame it on. However, I did discover sex at an early age. I was looking out my second floor window and I saw my teenage neighbor making out with her boyfriend. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were laying on a blanket in her back yard. He was stroking and fingering her pussy. When I saw how much she enjoyed it, I tried it on myself, I was hooked. Ever since that day I've been on a quest for pleasure.
I was the first of my junior high school friends to make out with a boy or a girl and the first to give a blow job or get laid. I continued my slutty ways in high school and by the time I graduated I had fucked or sucked nearly every member of the football, basketball, wrestling and baseball teams. I also fucked a lot of non-athletic guys. I was very popular in high school. I guess you could say I was the high school slut.
I went to college in southern California. College was a fantastic learning experience. I got a degree in marketing, but most of my studying was done in dorm rooms, frat houses, locker rooms and cheap motels. I had my first full blown lesbian experience near the end of my freshman year, it was with my roommate. My first time with multiple guys was during my sophomore year spring break in Cancun, Mexico. I was out partying with three frat guys at a strip club. They were having an amateurs' night contest and the guys dared me to enter it. By the time my first dance was over my pussy was soaking wet, I was turned on like never before. I took those three guys back to their motel and rocked their world, I was insatiable. I made them keep the blinds open. A bunch of people walked by and saw us. That's how I found out that I love to be watched; now just the thought of someone seeing me naked or better yet, fucking, gets me hot.
I took a job at a strip club when I got back to college after spring break. I told everyone that I needed the money, but getting naked in front of an audience was the real reason. I was turned on every time I stepped on the stage. Every night I'd go on the stage and watch the customers as they stared at me with lust in their eyes. It got me so hot that I would pick a guy or two or a girl and have wild sex with them after my shift.
The strip club was part of a syndicate that owned clubs all over the country. They flew us dancers to a different clubs every few weeks. I guess the crowds like to see fresh faces and bodies. I worked with a crew of dancers who were all young, single and good looking. Lots of high rollers came in the club and we partied with them all the time. We even worked as high priced escorts some times when we traveled to New York, Miami or Vegas. Our naughty adventures as escorts were exciting and fulfilling. The extra cash was a nice bonus.
After college I stayed in southern California and looked for a real job. But the economy was bad and there was a glut of marketing graduates and no one wanted to hire a young woman and, who am I kidding, I was having too much fun dancing, partying and working as an escort to care. I never really tried to get a real job. I just figured that I would stay on at the club for a couple of years and enjoy myself while I could.
I met my husband at the club; he was there with a group of clients on a business trip. He was very handsome, confident, and rich. He lived in northern California but he kept traveling to see me. He was older than me and very experienced. He's the one who introduced me to sex clubs and adult book stores. He said he didn't care that I was dancing or working as an escort but as our relationship grew I quit the club and my outside sexual adventures. I guess I fell in love for the first time.
I was twenty four when we got married and I moved to northern California. I went to work at a marketing firm and we had a semi-normal life. It's not like we gave up wild sex completely. We started going to swinger parties with people we met on the internet. And we still went to the sex clubs and adult bookstores on weekends, but we always went to places in different cities. My husband took great pains to separate our kinky sex life from the rest of our life. He said he couldn't afford to be recognized by any clients. About five years after we got married my husband started his own company and it was a great success but he started putting in a lot of hours at work. We brought a bigger house and joined a nearby country club where my husband entertained his clients. I was offered a promotion at work. It was a great job but it required a lot of travel. My husband encouraged me to take the job.
At first our sex life suffered, I was gone most of the week and my husband was busy entertaining clients on weekends. During the week we subsisted on phone sex and quickies. Our once or twice a weekend visits to swinger parties, sex clubs or an adult bookstore were cut to once or twice a month. I was starting to get frustrated and it showed, ok I was becoming a bitch.
My husband started encouraging me pick up guys when I was traveling for work. At first I resisted, up until then, everything we had done, the parties, clubs and bookstores, weI had done together. But one night I got drunk at a hotel bar and I let a guy pick me up. We went back to his room and had wild, kinky, nasty, meaningless sex. And I loved it. When I sobered up I felt guilty, so I called my husband and tearfully confessed. He surprised me by making me give him intimate details about the incident. I didn't realize until I was almost finished that he was jerking off as he listened to the details.
As I thought about it, it made sense that that my husband was turned on by me telling him about the sex I had with the stranger. Lately when we went to swinger parties, he was more of a watcher than a participant. Same thing at the sex club, he was always taking me to the group sex rooms and setting me up with other couples or groups of guys. He really loved the adult book stores where he would watch me blow a half a dozen guys at the glory holes. I guess he was becoming more of a voyeur than a sex addict like me.
After that my sex life improved and yes, I was less of a bitch. Once or twice a week while I was away on business I would have a meaningless one night stand. I always picked someone who was not associated with my job. I didn't want the drama that could entail, I just wanted sex. A few times I went to sex clubs in neighboring cities. As a single woman I had a lot of action at those clubs. I would either call my husband afterwards and relate the details or wait until I got home and share it with him in bed. A couple of times I called him while I was having sex. He really loved that.
Life was good, this was everything I wanted. I had it all, a nice big home, and a new car every couple of years, a nice job that allowed me to travel around the country and have all the outside sexual adventures I wanted and a loving husband who encouraged me to do so. We tried to have kids but found out that my husband was infertile. So for the next few years, we settled down to a life of work and my sexy adventures with an occasional trip to the sex club or adult bookstore. We still made love but not as often as before.
As the years went by my husband's company began doing so well that I could have quit and stayed home as his country club trophy wife. My husband is twenty five older than me and I'm still the same size and shape I was when we met, but I knew that I would go crazy without my sex adventures when I traveled. My husband began working and traveling a lot more and we barely saw each other. When he was home he was usually too tired to have sex. He cut out the swinging parties and trips to the sex club and adult book stores altogether. To make matters worse my hours and trips at work were cut in half. Now I was home with a lot of free time on my hands. I was starting to get frustrated again.
I started having affairs at home whenever my husband was away on a business trip. That was something I had never done before. I knew a scandal would hurt my husband and his business, but I couldn't help myself. I seduced my 18 year old neighbor when I caught him peering over the fence. We had a home gym, complete with a sauna installed in our house. The work took longer than planned. I guess it was because of all the time the workers spent fucking me instead of working. Then I hired a personal trainer who came to the house for two hours a day three days a week. We spent at least one of those hours find new uses for the exercise equipment in our home gym. I worked my way through most of the staff and several members of our country club until I was almost caught blowing the tennis pro in his office. It was a wakeup call for me, playing this close to home was exciting but I didn't want to do anything to hurt or embarrass my husband. I cut back on the affairs at home, but being the slut that I am I couldn't completely stop. I still get together with a few of my favorite playmates.
When I was thirty nine my husband sold his business for more money than we could spend in a lifetime. Things were getting worse at work so I quit my job. I figured my husband and I would now have all the time together we wanted and our sex life would improve. My husband took me on a couple of hot and wild vacations. Again he mostly watched as I fucked my way through Europe and the Caribbean but those are stories for a different day.
The next year my husband had a mild heart attack, if any heart attack can be called mild. Between his age and his medicine he became impotent and lost interest in sex completely. He started trying a new hobby every couple of weeks. I had the same hobby that I always had, sex. As his interest in sex faded, mine grew stronger, I was becoming insatiable. I tried hooking up with our old swinger friends. At first I was welcomed, the guys liked having an extra single female at the parties, but soon the wives began to exclude me. I guess I was a little too aggressive, working my way through every available male and a few females at our parties.
I need another traveling job where I could get my fill of sex. I told my husband I was bored and missed working. He said he didn't care if I went back to work. So at age forty I started my own marketing firm, actually it's not a firm it's just me, that way I can control where and when I work. It leaves more time for my adventures. After I finish a consulting job, I plan some naughty adventures in nearby cities. I use the money from my consulting firm to finance my adventures, to pay for clothes, hotels and other expenses. As for my husband, he doesn't ask about my adventures and I don't tell.
So how did I wind-up in an elevator with Tony, heading to his apartment to ravish him? It was late May in Florida and I had a consulting job in Tampa. The job started on a Monday and finished on Thursday. I didn't have to be to my next appointment until Wednesday of the next week. My husband was away on some sort of trip, I think he was into photography that month. With no one to return home to, I had five days to spend satisfying my lusty desires. On Friday morning I rented a convertible and sped off to Miami. I love that city, the sun, the beaches, the hot night life and all those scantily clad hot bodies. I was heading to my personal nirvana.
I got to Miami in the early afternoon. Luckily my hotel room was ready. It was a very nice sized room with a king size bed and a small balcony. The bathroom had a walk in shower big enough for two and a large soaking tub. I changed into one of my bikinis and hit the pool. Working all those days inside took a toll on my tan. Luckily there was a gym in my hotel in Tampa so I was able to keep myself in bikini form. I spent a couple of hours at the pool, checking out the other guests while working on my tan. I made a quick visit to the gym to use the treadmill and then headed back to my suite for a leisurely bath.
