A note from the author.
I am married to a lovely man. He is considerate and caring, a great father and in most ways he is a wonderful husband. For most of our twenty-seven years of marriage, everything has been fine. Now, though, as I approach my fiftieth birthday, far too quickly incidentally, I and too quickly incidentally, I are changing.
I am bored with my vanilla sex life. I am tired of doing the same thing with the same person. I am fed up with experiencing what I have always experienced; I need to experience at this time in my life what I have not experienced. I need to look over the fence and see if the grass is greener.
I have been researching and experimenting. I have been into messenger and have exchanged mails with men, and some women. I have used a cam and yes, I have cybered as I have learnt masturbating over the net is called.
However, I need more; I have to have more before it is too late.
This is the story of how a woman in her early middle age goes about getting more.
Chapter 1
It was happening all over again. It seemed that no matter how hard Dani tried, she just could not stop herself. Lying in bed at night, in those moments just before sleep when you can be at your most honest with yourself, she had to admit that, in reality, she did not try very hard.
She knew that she should try harder to resist. All her wifely and motherly instincts told her that. All her female standards influenced by the social conditioning she had gone through in her nearly forty-eight years, screamed that she should. However, over the past four and a bit years, she did not and she was not sure whether she could or, truth be known now, even wanted to. She likened herself to a serial killer. She would go ages without feeding her habit, but then something would burst inside her and she had to get that fix, have that buzz, satisfy that craving.
She was approaching fifty; that terrible age for women. That age where the young men who are attracted to older women are near to forty themselves. That age where the body starts falling apart. The skin stretches and becomes loose, there are more wrinkles, even cellulite, the tits sag, the bum drops a bit and with some, the pussy becomes loose. It's the age when she is attractive to a much smaller number of men, but herself is attracted to an increasing number. It's the age when if she has missed out or has wanted more, time is running out. Yes, it is the age when if she does not get it now, then very soon it will be too late.
Dani was very aware of all these considerations. She knew that her slim body, good legs, pert bum and small, but firm tits were still attractive to men of a wide range of ages. She knew equally well, though, that would not last for long. Moreover, most of all she knew that if she wanted more, now was the time to grab it.
Chapter 2
"I'm sorry Dani," Stephen had said when she caught him so obviously looking at her bum in the tight, white tunic the clinic insisted all the Consultant Assistants wore.
She had gone back to work, just after her forty-fifth birthday, which is a traumatic time for all women. She was working for a consultant psychologist in a swish, Harley Street clinic. In his early fifties, married and hugely successful, he was gorgeous. They had on well immediately and had quickly developed a relaxed, chatty and slightly flirty relationship.
Stephen loved women, everything about them, their smell, their shape, their smooth softness and just the way they carried themselves. Although far from gay he, at times, wished he had been born female. Odd thinking from a man who spent practically every moment he and Dani were together, imagining her naked with his cock shoved into one of her orifices; but then psychologists can both create and handle such mental conundrums.
Although he had never completely committed adultery, for with the warped logic of mind scientists, hookers did not count, he lusted after Dani tremendously. Most days he masturbated about her, and when he made love to his wife, in his mind it was Dani he was fucking, not Marcia.
With many people, one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs is seeing another person's sexual interest in you. With many women, the power and status of a man with whom they work closely, is of almost an equal attraction. With all of us, the loss of the 'magic, from our current relationship can be the multiplying effect for us to be attracted to someone else. With Dani, in her working relationship with Stephen, all these elements were combining.
It was not that big a surprise really that Stephen started making remarks, which on the surface were jokey ones, flattering Dani on her appearance and figure. Deeper down though, their meaning was to soften her up, test the waters as it were and see if maybe she was up for it. It was also not a huge surprise for Dani to play up to that.
The just above the knee, buttons all the way up the front, white coats with a three inch wide elastic belt the female assistants were required to wear by the new Swedish owners of the clinic, were made from the highest quality Egyptian cotton. Each assistant was carefully fitted for the coats and they fitted very snugly. Too snugly some thought, particularly the slightly more Rubenesque women, although, oddly, there were few of those. Those like Dani, who were carrying no extra weight, were, in the main, happy with the outfit, although some thought the tailors had purposefully cut them on the tight side.
All the assistants quickly learned that tight, white, high quality cotton has many great features. Hiding what was underneath the material, though, is not one of them. Some had counteracted that by wearing a slip and others by wearing bland, opaque underwear, but some hadn't bothered. So it was not that unusual to see the outline of a bra, the lines of panties, the lacy band of a thong or even the hint of an areola and the indentation of nipples around the luxurious setting of the upscale clinic.
Stephen could hardly believe what he saw when he came into the office that morning. Dani was bent over getting something from a low drawer. Her thong was so obviously outlined through the thin material that he started to harden immediately. When she turned and said hello, his erection was complete. As clear as had been her thong through the back of the coat, was her bra at the front. However, it was not just her bra that was displayed, for as they stared at each other, it was what was in it, which encouraged the completing of his hardness. That too was obvious to both of them.
Even to this day, Dani still believes it was an accident and that she had worn the see through bra as a come on. She swears she just forgot how transparent the white coat could be.
Nevertheless, from that moment, most rational thinking left their relationship.
That morning they kissed. That evening, when the clinic was nearly empty, he caressed her breasts and the next day he undid her coat. Whilst it was quite common for the consultants to lock their doors, Dani could not bring herself to let him go further 'in the office.' In any case, the conflict she was encountering by being so intimate with another man, was so hard to handle.
Yes, she thought, at times, I want him to make love to me. Then the huge realisation that it would be the first time she had been unfaithful to Bill her husband since they had started together when she was twenty, hit her.
Stephen was having similar concerns. Despite often using hookers, massage parlours and escorts, he did take his marriage vows seriously; after all, he was a Roman Catholic. He was proud that he had never taken up any of the many opportunities that had been presented to him over the years. Dani, somehow, was different.
