My name is B and I am a 34 year old housewife from England. I got married to my college boyfriend John at the age of twenty, many people including my parents thought it was too soon but we would not listen to anyone as we were very much in love. John got a very good job and insisted that I didn't need to work and could concentrate on raising a family. After many years of trying we discovered that I was unable to have children of my own. It was a blow to us both, but as ever John supported me.
Over the years John became very successful at work and began spending more and more time working away and often spent several weeks abroad working on various projects. Living on my own for long periods in quite a rural area, I struggled to keep myself amused.
This was the routine that I was in for over ten years until a chance meeting with an old school friend changed that. Sarah was a good friend at school but we had drifted apart over the years, having discovered she lived not far away we decided to meet up and soon became close friends again. Hearing about all of her adventures over the years made me feel that I really had not done much with my life. Sarah not only shared her work stories with me but the many men that were and still are in her life. She had been married twice and had countless affairs during both of her marriages. She would often go into a lot of detail about her experiences and talk so openly that it would make me blush.
During one such lunch date with Sarah it really made me question my relationship with John. I loved him very much and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship but just felt over the years of staying home I had missed out a lot, including a lot of my youth. I didn't want to cheat on John but I could not stop thinking about the stories Sarah had told me. She would describe the men and the passion she had with them no matter how brief. I thought about what she said a lot and would often find myself fantasizing about having passionate sex with total strangers I had seen that day. It effected me so much that my daily routine would be do my shopping and cleaning in the morning and spend my afternoons laid naked on the bed masturbating, dreaming it was me being ravished by men I had met in bars or clubs.