I was bored. I was fifty six years old and my boobs were beginning to sag and my waist to thicken, and the first streaks of grey were showing in my once luxurious blonde hair. My children were grown up and had left home, and I had two lovely grandchildren, but I was missing something, as if life was passing me by. I had a lovely husband, but he was often tired from working too hard. He was everything one could wish for, caring and considerate, and he made me feel safe and adored. We still had sex, but only at weekends or on vacation, and although he always made sure that I had a climax, it was just a warm and fuzzy feeling, unlike the earth shattering orgasms of our youth. Oh, I loved his cock, so familiar and beautiful, but his erections were not as hard and long lasting as they had once been, and when he came it was just a dribble. How I missed the feeling of hot cum hitting the back of my throat as his cock jerked and pulsed in my mouth, or the sensation of cum trickling down my thighs and between my ass cheeks.
In order to satisfy my desperate need for more I had bought several sex toys, vibrators and magic bullets, and a ten inch cock shaped dildo. I had started reading erotic stories and watching pornographic videos while I masturbated, until I came panting and moaning in ecstasy. I had even considered joining an online website where I could hook up with anonymous men for dirty talk and mutual masturbation, but I was always afraid that I would meet someone who knew me and my husband.
I knew what I wanted and it wasn't to be made love to, I had a husband for that, and I certainly didn't want the complications of an affair with all the deceit and the constant fear of discovery. I knew what I wanted, hot and dirty sex without commitment. I didn't want to have to worry about whether my partner was satisfied, but I just wanted to be used like a cheap whore and ravaged until my body and mind would take no more. I wanted to be fucked until I lost count of the number of my orgasms, and then more until I passed out with the excess of pleasure. Most of all I wanted to be fucked in my asshole, something I couldn't persuade my husband to do. And then I wanted to wake up the next morning with my cunt and asshole red and gaping, my pussy lips swollen and throbbing, and with dried cum in my hair and smeared over my face and boobs and belly, and running down my thighs and ass cheeks.
Sometimes when my husband and I were making love I would whisper my naughty fantasies as he ploughed my cunt, and was gratified to discover that dirty talk seemed to turn him on and make his cock harder and his erections last longer so that I would have more than one orgasm before he came and then turned over and went to sleep, leaving me still wanting more. But I never thought anything would come of it, and had to content myself with solitary sexual gratification from my increasingly regular sex sessions. However my loving husband had listened, and one day he granted my desires and fulfilled my dirty sexual fantasies, a gift of surpassing unselfishness, because what I wanted was going to make him a cuckold, and quite possibly forever diminish him as a man in my eyes.
It happened like this. It was a Friday evening in late summer when my husband arrived home from work, late as usual, and told me that he had arranged to babysit for our daughter and her husband the following evening so that they could take In the latest show followed by dinner, and that he wouldn't be home till mid morning on Sunday.