My slow journey exploring my sexuality and discovering what?
"Yes, yes, oh my god yes, yes," I groaned as my husband, once more rather unsuccessfully fucked me.
"Is it good Teen?" he asked slamming himself harder and faster into me.
"Yes, darling, yes of course it is" I sighed, gritting my teeth and making a big effort to writhe my body beneath him as his hand gripped the cheeks of my arse.
It had been like this for a year or so now. A year or so in which I had feigned the orgasms he believed he was giving me. Although now in our forties, we still had an active sex life. In fact for me, nowadays, the two to three times a week we did it was far too active.
At first, which was just over a year ago, I had wondered what was happening to me. I could not work out whether I was going frigid or whether it was a physical or emotional issue. All I knew was that as bedtime approached my mood dropped into almost a depression. I felt slightly scared and I did not like what I was feeling. I did not like making excuses, going to bed early and doing all I could to avoid Ben wanting to have sex.
As these sensations and 'anti sex' tactics continued, so our marriage also started to deteriorate. We bickered more and these turned into frequent arguments, some being blazing rows. We found faults in each other in areas where we had not before and we criticised each other about things that previously had not seemed to bother us. We started going out more frequently with friends, or to the gym or other events without the other. I found myself starting arguments mid-evening or near to bedtime, anything to avoid sex.
"Are you sure?" Ben asked one of his fingers sliding into the crease of my bum and pressing hard against my anus.
"Yes darling. Yes I am sure" I lied as I felt anything but orgasmic delights.
*
"Well madam does have such an alluring figure," the rather prissy, but nevertheless attractive short, slim, dark haired owner of the boutique in Highgate said as I was trying on a number of outfits, a couple of years ago.
"Alluring?" I said raising my eyebrows.
Bent down beside me from where she was fiddling with a skirt that I was trying on Monique smiled and said. "Well full, but that's alluring."
"Is large breasted what you are searching for Monique?" I replied, quite enjoying the feelings of her fingers on my bare leg.
"Well yes I think it is" she replied in her strong French accent, her fingers sliding lightly up my bare leg, probably a little further than necessary.
"So is that why you rarely have anything to fit me?" I asked feeling little shudders go through me from the feel of her fingertips on my leg..
"Maybe, for we do tend to cater for the er, um, more petite woman."
"Petite and I do not mix" I joked as I felt that shudder of something go through me when I saw her eyes were riveted on my thirty eight inch double D breasts. She left her fingertips resting somesix or eight inches above my knee on the outside of my leg.
"No I can see and I am so envious," she said in almost a whisper.
That sent another shudder through me that, I realised was suspiciously like a surge of sexual desire.
"And I thoroughly enjoyed playing with you," the Swedish woman said as we pecked each other on the cheek at the end of the round of golf.
I was at a company convention in Malaga in Spain. Although not employed by the global ad agency, I did lots of freelance copywriting for them and usually got invited to such junkets; after all spare 'eye candy' is always useful, especially if they have big tits.
As usual, it was a mixture of debates, seminars and lectures with social and sporting events. Ideal for what the bosses called team bonding and what the staff felt was a waste of time and would rather have the money than the junket.
Helda was the Managing Director of the Scandinavian group and was a known and admitted lesbian. I had been drawn to play golf with her and had enjoyed my round.
As she said that double entendre, she held my gaze just a tad longer than is necessary and left her hand resting on my hip. I panicked. I went hot and I felt my pulse race a little.
"Yes I enjoyed it too," I muttered lowering my gaze and then lifting it again to meet hers.
"We will have to do it again" she smiled at me adding in a lower tone. "Soon, very soon."
It was my third night away from home. Although the frequency of sex between Ben and I had decreased, I still missed gaining the occasional orgasm, although that now and then came in the bathroom after he had fucked me rather than as he did it. That night after the golf I masturbated, something I was doing more frequently since my sexual relationship with my husband had started to deteriorate. As one hand squeezed and caressed my right boob and pinched and pulled my nipple and the other rubbed my clit and along my lips, I brought myself near to an orgasm. With my emotions running riot I suddenly gave myself such a shock. Just as the pleasure from my hands was becoming wonderfully intense, Helda came into my mind. She was naked and lying beside me. She had one arm round my shoulders and the other was reaching down my body. We were kissing deeply as her fingers slid into my wet, open and receptive cunt. With that image in my mind, I climaxed.
"Like to dance?" the personal trainer who had given me the induction course at the gym asked?
This was about three months ago. I was at the monthly disco that the gym held for its staff and members. I have no idea why I was there other than it got me out of the house and home late enough for Ben to have been in bed.
"Ok" I said to the quite pretty, but rather athletic looking PT.
When I had seen her earlier just after the music started, I had thought that she scrubbed up well. She was wearing a nice, pale blue, low cut, silk dress with thin spaghetti straps and high heels. The dress was tight and the hem was a good six inches above her knees. She was in her early thirties I guessed and from chatting to her as she drilled me in the gym, I knew that she was single. It would be an exaggeration to say that we had got to know each other well, but we did chat now and then and we smiled at each other when we passed in the gym or pool.
In the gym, the female personal trainers usually wore tight, dark blue, lycra pedal pushers that ended just beneath the knee with a range of different tops, in white or yellow. As Emma moved round the gym, it was quite evident that her long slim legs and gorgeously pert bottom were her crowning assets. At the disco, it was also quite evident that the rest of her features, including her small, but beautifully formed boobs, were also pretty good. She had her browny, auburn hair that she was wearing down so that it tumbled onto her nearly bare, tanned shoulders unlike at the gym where she usually had a pony tail and she was wearing full make-up. I had not seen her like that before I realised it accentuated her big eyes and full lips and really did make her look very attractive.
I had chosen a simple white, cotton, button up the front top and blue denim jeans. The top was loose so that I was not emphasising my tits and I too wore my hair down. Although a good ten years older than Emma, my hair was longer, some might say too long for my age, as it now rather frighteningly had a number of grey streaks, and it was wavier. Looking in the mirror just before I left home, I had thought the black hair tumbling onto the white cotton was a nice contrast, although I had some doubts about the rather heavy, dark frames of my glasses; I mad a mental not to get a 'softer' pair. I was wearing black, mid-height heeled, strappy sandals that showed off my scarlet painted toe nails, rather prettily I thought.
During the first dance to Abba's Dancing Queen, we chatted about the gym and my programme. As the music got louder on the next number so we chatted less and concentrated on our dancing. Emma was a wonderful mover and her generally, somewhat athletic gait witnessed in the gym was replaced with a sensual and extremely provocative, style of dancing; her body was amazingly supple. I could not hope and did not try to compete.
"Some dancer" I said as we walked to the bar and ordered white wines.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," she smiled back.
