The relationship started out as a series of odd coincidences, fortuitous meetings and just plain dumb luck.
Shayna and her husband had come to a parting of the ways. The years together had been fine - they liked each other, loved each other somewhat - but the weariness of time had set in. The fire was gone. Sometimes, weeks would go by without her having a hard cock filling her hungry cunt, or a gentle tongue caressing her flesh. She considered taking a lover, but was very proud of the fact that she had never cheated on her husband or any of her previous boyfriends. She'd had her share, although far from promiscuous, when Shayna discovered her sexuality, she wasn't afraid to use it.
The sex with her husband had never been great, good at best. Lousy many times. He wasn't a man of passion, he was a man of need. They made love or had sex when he wanted it, but never when Shayna wanted it. She had the sex drive of a wild woman. There was a little whore, a wild slut, hidden deep within her sexuality. She wanted to be made love to, caressed, fondled, licked, devoured. She wanted to be fucked, pounded, wildly, abandoning all reason for the passion of the moment. Shayna wanted to be the woman she was before settling into this drab marriage.
But Ted, kind as he was in most ways, wasn't capable of that. His way was perfunctory pecks on the cheek. Just once, Shayna wanted to hear him yell out "Fuck me Shayna, fuck me like the whore you are!" or something like it. She knew she never would though. So, she and Ted parted amicably, divorced and moved on with their lives. Shortly after, he married his nurse, Karen and Shayna was sure he settled back into a life of domestic blah-ness.
It was her best friend, Marcya (her parents wanted to give her an unusual name, one which Marcya hated, so Shayna called her Marcie!) who inspired Shayna's change of life and lead her on the path to happiness.
Drinking coffee in Marcie's kitchen, she told Shayna to go out and buy some sexy underwear. "Honey, even if you're not getting any, you'll want to get some - and who knows what will happen then?" Shayna blushed and Marcie continued on. "After I broke up with Bill, I went to the stores to get some new stuff! I ended up meeting this cute saleswoman and having lunch with her. Her name was Mandy, it really suited her!"
Shayna listened to her friend with rapt attention. "She was this cute little pixie hon, all peaches and cream, a real strawberry blonde!" Marcie's eyes seemed to glaze over as she recalled the story to her friend. "Shay, she asked me over to her place for dinner with her and her husband. I wouldn't think she was old enough to be married, but she turned out to be nearly 30!"
Marcie continued on. "I dressed up, my cutest little slinky mini, the black heels you gave me last Christmas, a tight little thong and hoped that I'd feel sexy. God, was that the right choice to make!"
