My first attempt at writing about a sexual experience please forgive the grammar mistakes English is not my first language but I am hoping it's not too bad.
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We bought a new property in Cape Town I few years ago. Moving was a real pain and stressed me out quite a bit. For the average person this would not have been a big issue, but it did cause me to become slightly manic.
I am Anna I 32 years old when this took place. I am about 5 foot 5 and weigh around 155 pounds. I am not what you would consider a small girl, but I have been told that I have curves in all the right places mainly my breasts and my bubble butt.
You see I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder as a child and a side effect of the condition was severe hypersexuality. It is treated with medication (antipsychotics and mood stabilizers) and has not stopped me from living a full and successful life.
The problem was that we recently moved to South Africa from Germany for my husband Jay's job and everything was a bit up in the air, I needed to have my medication refilled and for that I needed to find a new psychiatrist while dealing with the move and everything attached to it so, it was a stressful time for me.
Adding to the situation was the fact that my husband's job was consuming most of his time and he rejected me in the bedroom when I made moves on him several times because of low energy and it added to my weak state of mind.
I am not trying to make excuses for what happened, but I would like to make it clear on the whole situation I found myself in. I was not incredibly happy with the new property when we first moved in either. It was situated quite central to everything and I was close to shops the airport and the city, but it was still what you would consider a black neighborhood if I were allowed to use that term. We were a block away from the main Rd it was mostly filled with foreign little shops in the day but corner to corner prostitution at night.
The apartment building across the street from us had multiple broken windows and honestly looked like a crack den to me. It was a bit of a culture shock to me as a European at first. I did love the property itself it was old and rustic with wooden floors and a fireplace, I big open plan kitchen with a four-meter-wide folding glass door that led into the backyard that was surrounded by 8-foot white walls and a small white security gate in the back corner and a newly installed hot tub. The gate led to a walkway approximately 3 meters wide paved that led all the way to the front of the house and once again split with one gate entering our front and the other entering our neighbor's front yard, so the walkway was shared by both properties. This meant that our windows at one side of the house were approximately 3 meters away from our neighbors' side of the house and felt a little intrusive.
Luckily, our neighbors were incredibly nice. Samyno and Themba where a black couple from Tanzania that lived next door to us. They both came over on the first day we moved in and offered to help with anything we might need. it was the first time I was happy for a while at that time during it all. They were an older couple but didn't really show it, Simone was in her early 40s, short and a little chubby but still managed to look great she worked as a nurse at the local hospital while her husband Themba was a few years older than her in his early to mid-50's maybe and was a qualified electrician and Leo was Themba's son from an earlier marriage that lived with him then and was working as a plumber's assistant.
Both Themba and Leo were large men about 6 foot 5 and you could clearly see a resemblance even though Leo was maybe in his 30's and much younger than his dad you could tell Themba had him when he was young.
Samyno and I became close and more than just neighbors but actual friends over a noticeably short period of time because I did not know anyone else. Things were starting to settle down we were moved in; I found a great doctor and Jay started to enjoy his new job. I would often go over to Simone and I would spend hours chatting and laughing while she would have wine and I had juice or club soda.
But one week everything that could go wrong between me and Jay did. once again, he was too tired to have sex with me, and blamed it on his stressful job, even though I got dressed up in stockings and suspenders with pair of red pumps with my ass cheeks covered in baby oil and my butthole plugged with my black steel butt-plug with its red diamond tail.
"Please honey it's just the work you look fucking amazing I promise!" Jay tried to explain himself as I walked angrily to the bathroom.
"So, I look amazing just not amazing enough to fuck is that it?" I retorted as I pulled my red bathrobe off the hanger and put it on to cover myself.
"Please baby you're starting to become a little manic and you know I can't stay I have to leave for that business trip today it's only for a week and I can't cancel this close to the deadline. I promise from next week I'm all yours and we can do whatever you want including making hours of love to that sexy body." Jay replied as he tried to put his hand around my waist, but I pushed him away.
"Please don't try and use my condition as an excuse. We have been having this issue for a few weeks now since moving to South Africa and this was your idea. But fine I'll be OK until next week I promise." I murmured to my husband not looking to get into an argument.
Jay seemed 2 buy the fact that I was going to be OK. We kissed before he went off to the bedroom to pack.
"My ride is here" my husband said as he unclipped his suitcase handle and pulled it behind him towards the front door as we heard the honking from the Uber driver outside.
"I love you please call me when you land" I said as I gave him sloppy wet tongue kiss that seemed to get him excited.
"Fuck it do not do that to me now Anna." he replied with a smile as he squeezed my hand.
"Well, I'm giving you something to think about I said with a cheeky smile as I undid my bathrobe belt and pulled it open exposing my perky breasts and soft smooth pussy to my husband.
After Jay left, I breathed a sigh of relief because I could tell I was becoming quite manic and insatiably horny. I did not want him to feel worried about me and thought I could get it under control by myself. I walked to the lounge still dressed and my stockings and suspenders I slipped the bathrobe off my shoulders and it dropped in the hallway as I entered the lounge my 5-inch pumps clapping loudly on the wooden floors.