Most of my life has been guided by sex. I haven't learned to control my sexual urges because of the emotional feelings it gives me. Most of the time my nipples are in erect state, a sensitive clit that has my body on constant edge that overwhelms me with orgasms.
Men love that in a woman, I really should say, most men. Over the years I have encounted a variety of personalities of men from rough to caring, from cheaters to wonderful lovers. Nothing wrong with a woman and man making each other feel wanted. In my case I have wound up with to many one night stands. Its because of my job that calls for me to travel quite often.
For sometime I had considered telling my story and found that Literotica readers would be my audience.
I am 40 bi female, who has experienced several marriages, of which none worked out, partly my own fault. There are many reasons which you will discover over time.
I haven't learned to control my insatiable desire for cock and the love for other women, shemales, trannys, ladyboys. The feeling, the urge for sex has controlled my life since my mid-teen years.
Even on the day of my second marriage, which should have been only for my future husband didn't turn out that way. I didn't have the need for a full wedding gown, instead I chose a pink knee length dress with elastic top nylons and high heels. I haven't worn a panty or bra since I was 15, and wouldn't even consider it on my wedding day. My hair was adorned by a one carat jewel pin from my first husband.
As I was preparing for this joyous day, hours before taking the vows, I was in my bedroom only wearing a short see thru bathrobe. I love the airy caress over my body. Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, I felt my nipples erecting, looking at them thru the mirror, it turned me on, seeing my 38DD's swelling. The feeling of dampness between my pussy lips was noticeable. My resistance was never strong and at this moment even weaker, as I inserted several fingers between the wet pussy lips. I opened my robe completely as my other hand massaged my blue veined tits. I succumbed to my weak resistance as I felt weaker and weaker exposing them to the warm air.
Oh god just to feel my hands caressing those blue veined orbs, made my body tingle. Heavy breasts can be a burden. Taking the nipples between my fingers, was all I needed to work up the much needed orgasms. Pulling on them, stretching them till I began to moan with pleasure. I couldn't stop. I loved the feeling pulling on the nips. To bring me more pleasure I put spittle on my fingers to rub it around the pink erections.
My whole body yearned for a cum, as I continued touching myself everywhere. I have been called a selfish bitch many times, only thinking of my own satisfaction, that it's never enough for me. My breathing became heavier and heavier as my urge for release was coming closer and closer and then..... OH GOD! I released the much needed orgasms, as the rolled over my body. I slowly came back down but it wasn't enough.
I let the short skimpy bathrobe drop, reclined unto the lounge sofa, slowly spread my legs only slighty enough for my hands to caress up and down between my inner thighs again, till I couldn't hold back touching my wet pussy again. Wet from anticipation. My fingertips rubbed around the lips, slowly back and forth, exciting me more and more, overheating myself, as I spread my swollen pussy lips, the suckulent clit popped out of its sheath, as a wave envolped me into another barage of much needed orgasms.
After calming down, and resting for several minutes I returned to the vanity table preparing my makeup. There was a knock on the door to which I responded with "enter". What I saw in the mirror, wasn't Rita my closest friend and bridesmaids as I expected, instead a former lover whom I had invited. I was so embarrassed him seeing me in the nude. I really shouldn't have been, but after many years one has a different feeling. I should have draped myself with my skimpy robe instead continued to sit there in awe. I was ashamed to be seen like this, eventhough years earlier during my first marriage we were lovers. There is more to Paul and me, which I shall share in another chapter.
My face was red and with a smile told Paul to please leave. He just wanted to wish me luck and a wonderful life. He took me in his arms and kissed my lips.
"I thought one friendly kiss would be harmless" he said. I tried to get out of his arms and again told him to leave but to no avail.
"Please Paul behave yourself"
"You haven't changed my darling, beautiful and glowing as ever"
Before I knew it his hands were palming my tits, told him to stop and leave. I even tried to push his hands of my boobs, but he knew my weaknesses and with thumb and finger tweaked my nipples.
"Please love, leave, please"
"Do you really wish me to leave"
"Yes" it was a weak yes.
I felt his lips on mine again, tried pushing him harder and begged him to stop.
"Please, please love"
Paul kissed me again. He knew the effect it would have on me. Just kissing him made me weak in my legs. I heard his zipper opening. I was trying to zip him up, but his cock was already out.
"Feel it my love, feel it"
I wasn't going to touch his cock, no I wasn't.
"You want it, I know you better then you know yourself"
Paul was trying to push me back gently to the chaise lounge, but found strength to resist him. He just smiled at me knowing that my strength would give out shortly. I walked away from him, but he followed me to the vanity table. I had to concetrate on my makeup, when I felt kisses on my shoulders, his tongue sliding down my back.
"Please stop" I begged again
I starred straight ahead into the mirror and what I saw broke my resistance. His cock was exposed.
"Please Paul don't make me suck it, please"
