This is a typical internet cheat story. It may be routine and boring, but it is true. Go ahead and judge me as a slut and send all those stupid snide remarks. If you are so pious and righteous, why are you reading these stories? You are not a judge and jury!!
I'm not sure where to begin this story, Maybe a little background on myself. I'm a 52 year old married housewife, Betty, and mother of two grown children. I was raised on a farm near a small town in Illinois. I attended high school where I met the love of my life, Tom. I attended college for a year before Tom and I decided to get married. I was twenty years old and very much in love, eager to start my new life with Tom.
I was very blessed in the gene department. When my mother was younger she did some modeling work. I was fortunate to inherit her good looks. I was always told that I was beautiful. I always had a smile on my face, a friend to everyone I met. I wanted to be a model also, but my five foot two frame limited my possibilities. That coupled with my figure which was always on the full side. Growing up I quickly filled out and filled a 36C bra by my senior year in high school. I had a very small waist which made both my boobs and my butt appear larger than they were. My once long black hair is now much shorter as it is easier to manage that way.
Our married sex life was nothing short of spectacular, as we made love every chance we could. I wasn't a virgin when I fell for Tom, with a very limited sexual experience background. As the years progressed Tom and I experimented with all aspects of love making. I was an eager learner and enthusiastic partner. During our first twenty five years of marriage I'm sure we averaged making love five times a week, if not more.
I worked when we were first married, then after two years of marriage our two children arrived within a year of each other. I was a stay at home mother, but as soon as the kids were in school I took a job. The job didn't pay much, but helped with the bills. As our children grew I went back to school, mostly online, and earned my college degree which enabled me to get a better job with a much better pay and benefits.
Over the years my good looks and curvy body attracted allot of attention from co-workers, friends and strangers. I was always flattered by their advances, but refused their advances. That is in all cases except one early on in my marriage, which I learned a valuable lesson from. I have to admit the thought of a taboo affair did excite me. I was in love with Tom and did not want to risk my marriage on a silly fling.
Then, a few years ago Tom developed ED. His sex drive dropped and was unable to sustain an erection. He took vitamins, visited doctors, and took Viagra, but nothing seemed to help him. This proved to be very frustrating to me, but I accepted Tom's condition as a fact of life. Tom satisfied me with a strap-on he had purchased, and with oral sex. I also had purchased a new vibrator which brought me much needed relief when I needed it.
I advanced in my job and was able to eventually work out of my home for two days a week. I found I was able to finish my work and was able to have allot of free time on my hands. I discovered Facebook and was a regular on the site, Eventually my list of friends swelled to over one hundred friends. It is a fun site, and I was able to stay in touch with many of my friends, past and present
I was surprised to hear from one of my old friends, Jim. He was a was a co-worker from years past. I remembered him as being good looking, and allot of fun to be around. As our relationship developed at work, we would flirt with each other. Since we were both married, it was just harmless flirting. I eventually changed jobs and forgot all about Jim.
Jim must have seen me on Facebook and asked to be my friend. I accepted his invitation and soon we were exchanging notes. Jim asked me if it would be OK if we chatted on an E-mail site, as it was more private and secure. I saw no harm in this and soon we were chatting on a regular basis, catching each other up on our lives.
It was almost inevitable that our chat soon turned to our sex lives. I told Jim about Tom's ED. In turn Jim told me that his wife had a hysterectomy, and their sex live had fallen on hard times also. That's when our sex talk picked up and became much more descriptive and intimate.