Man there's more to that old saying than I ever realized. Just when I thought things were going pretty well in my life, something totally unexpected comes along to make it better, followed by something so radical that I begin to wonder if I've made some bad choices in how I've changed my life. I guess to understand what I'm saying, I need to fill you in more about me. Hi, my name is Kathy. I'm married to a wonderful guy, have a great family, live in a middle class type of neighborhood where nothing out of the ordinary goes on. I survived a semi closeted childhood where sex was never discussed. Do you remember the book that came out in the 70's called "Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask"? A copy was strategically located so I could find it in I was in eight grade. It answered a lot of questions I was afraid to ask anyone about. I had older siblings, but I couldn't talk to them. Talk to my parents?? Are you nuts? Everyone else my age was just as stupid as I was, they were of no help either. So I loved it when the house was empty except for me, and I could pull the book out and learn all kinds of neat and interesting things. It was my first exposure to anything close to erotic writing. The only problem was it left me frustrated as hell, not being old enough to experiment except in the privacy of my own bedroom. Absolutely amazing what items around the house a young female can find to play with.
Thus I entered my early twenties still a virgin of sorts. Oh the hymen was gone by then, I'd taken care of that somewhere along the way, but I'd never had a date. I was constantly too busy studying, and no guy my age wanted to ask a girl out that wore glasses or got better grades than he did in physics. I was a threat I guess. Pity really, that I lost so much time compared to other girls my age. But I made up for it once I met the man of my dreams and married him. We learned about love and sex together and we were damn fine at it too, so we thought. But like many young couples, we got into the rut of the same old thing. With babies to take care of, house work to be done, working outside the home as well, I tended to resent the fact that I couldn't be myself. I always had to be something for someone else. Needless to say, I let things go. Like my looks. I gained weight with each pregnancy and never could seem to lose it. As a result, I also lost my self esteem, something I'd had plenty of up to baby number one coming on the scene. For my own protection, I'd built a shell around myself. I wouldn't even let the husband break into it for fear of finding out how unhappy I was. As if he didn't know. Late night discussions after I was dead tired from a day's work, always ended up in me being at fault for not wanting anything to do with sex. Sound familiar to anyone? Only with time and the family getting older, did I realize I wasn't the only woman to go through this. I just hadn't learned how to deal with it correctly until the Internet came around and I started finding out that men don't mind a woman with some intellect. Imagine that!!! Same reason my husband chose me in the first place. I just didn't believe him when he told me. I needed someone else to point it out for confirmation.
So as I hit the forty year mark, I was 'reborn'. I lost the weight. I flirted on the net. I found out that I could be myself and not act dumb around men and my husband reaped all the rewards. Poor guy sure deserved to after putting up with the rough years of the twenties and thirties. He even got interested in someone on here. We'd have some great sex sessions while one of us was talking to a 'friend'. As long as the kids were to bed, it's great being on the floor in front of the computer chair, giving a blow job while your spouse is having cybersex online. I love seeing how hard it is to type a complete sentence when his cock is in my mouth and my head is blocking the screen. At least I leave him two hands to type with, right? And for the most part, the cyber partner is ok with long pauses in the screen conversation, while I straddle his lap and move up and down his exposed cock. As if they could do anything about it. I've got the advantage of availability over them and I make use of it.
I was so glad when those short skirts came back into style. I've got a great set of legs, even if I say so myself. I'm not real tall, but I've got a long inseam, small ankles, shapely curved calves, nicely muscled thighs and an ass that goes to ...............well you know where.....grin. When he stretches his legs out in front of the chair, I love climbing up on his lap and facing him so I can grab the back of the chair. Gives me great leverage for the slow up and down movements, (part of the reason my calves and thighs are in such good shape. I get a lot of exercise this way). Anyway, those skirts make it so easy to slip over him, cos I refuse to wear panties around the house. Heck come to think of it, I refuse to wear them at all. Makes things too hard to get at if the opportunity should arise. And things do rise up for attention when a cyber chat gets started.
