Hi, my name is Laura, and my husbands name is Don, he is forty and I'm thirty-eight. We were living fairly comfortably until I was laid off from a dot.com company and then Don's company was bought up by another company, and if he wanted to keep his job, he had to take a demotion, which meant a cut in pay.
We had a nice large home in an upscale community, and we were close to a major city. However, with our finances such as they were, I thought that we might have to sell the house. We had one daughter, but she was away during summer break, but will be back in less than a week to get ready to go to college, so we had two rooms that we weren't using.
I thought that when our daughter went off to college and we were alone, that Don would get a little more aggressive in our love making. When Cindy was at home, every time that we had sex, however, not very often, he always used the excuse that we had to be quiet and do it quick because Cindy might hear us, needless to say, I never got much out of sex, other than when I would take care of myself.
I'm not complaining, in fact in many ways I enjoy masturbating more than I do having sex with Don. For one thing, I know that I'm going to have a nice orgasm and I can make myself cum as many times as I want, with Don, I have to fake it almost all the time, usually when he cums, I'm just starting to get into it, he never takes the time for foreplay.
Again, I shouldn't complain, I know I'm better off than a lot of my women friends. Some of them have abusive husbands, not just physical, but mental as well. Don does treat me with respect, but I guess like a lot of guys, he just likes to stick his cock in me, push it in out for a couple of minutes, cums and then rolls over and immediately falls asleep.
I'm sorry, I didn't really want to complain about my husband, it's just that sometimes it gets frustrating. To tell you the truth, I never had sex ed. in school, but our daughter Cindy did. One day I was cleaning her room when I found a book on sex and masturbation as an alternative to sex, for women, and it showed all the techniques that I never dreamed of.. They had illustrated pictures of women with vibrators, dildos and in many different positions. Before reading this book, she got it in her junior year of high school, the only way I masturbated was laying on my stomach with my fingers under my pussy, and just rocking my clit against my fingers until I came.
But getting back to our financial dilemma, I wonder if it's sexual frustration that makes some women like me, just get off the subject. Anyhow, I came up with an idea that maybe if we rented out one of the bedrooms, not the one Cindy uses when she comes home from school, but the other one that is completely furnished but it was set up as a guest room. I mean that I'm home all day, it would be a rental as a room and board, What's the difference, I cook for the two of us, so what's one or two more. Perfect.
Don made some fuss about us losing some of our privacy, so big deal, we don't go running around the house naked like Tarzan and Jane. God, how many times I have fantasized about the two of us just doing nothing all week-end, just staying naked and making love non stop.
I ran an add 'ROOM AND BOARD' etc. and the next day the phone started ringing. I promised Don that I would thoroughly check out anyone that looked like a potential tenant. Of course, in the back of mind I was fantasizing about renting it to some young stud that would get my juices flowing as I watched him running around the house nearly naked. In fact, I was getting so carried away, I thought that I would put a two way mirror that looked into his room from the back of our closet and I could catch him masturbating.
I ended up interviewing two guys that offered nothing to me in the way of my fantasies. Oh well, wishful thinking, but I did interview four different young ladies and one of them really caught my attention. She was a beautiful twenty-five year old, had a good financial statement along with a good job as a consultant, she also had a fantastic body. I jog everyday and consider myself in excellent shape, but this girl almost took my breath away. So I decided that I'd rent it to her rather than waiting for my perfect stud.
When Don came home from work, I told him that I had rented out the room to a very beautiful young lady, thinking that having someone like her around might light his fire. His response was that we had to realize that we no longer would have the privacy that we have had. I felt like telling him that what difference did it make, we never did anything intimately anyway, but I didn't.
The next day, Tina, our new tenant, brought all her clothes and whatever she had, and with her girlfriend took them to her room and put everything neatly away. It was a warm summer day and they were both wearing hot pants and halter tops. Watching them go in and out of the house, unloading both cars, with the energy that I envied, but they were so attractive, I was getting a little jealous of their youthful looks and energy.
"I guess that's about it, Sandy." Tina said to her friend. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Tina said to me, this is my dearest friend, Sandy." What is it about some women, in your mind you know if they were a guy that you would be all over them, Sandy was that kind of a girl, and the way she looked at me, I almost felt naked.
"Well, girls, how about something cold to drink, maybe a coke or some ice tea?"
"Gee, thanks" Tina said, "but do you mind if we have a cold beer. I mean that coke is fine, but we have some beer on ice and I think that, if you don't mind that is, if we have a couple of beers?"
"Oh, of course not." I said. "but let me bring you a couple of glasses." I felt a little embarrassed because we never have alcohol in the house, neither Don or I drink.
"Forget the glasses, we just drink them out of the bottles." Tina said. She went into her room and brought out three bottles of beer and gave one of them to me.
"Don't waste it on me Tina, I don't know how long ago it was when I had my last beer, or as far as that goes, I haven't had a drink since I got pregnant with my daughter.":
"Oh, c'mon Laura, it couldn't have been that long ago. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking, but I would guess that you're about twenty -eight."