"Slut, tramp, whore." These are some of the names I have been called. You may not approve my lifestyle or my marital relationship, but it is my life and I feel a compulsion to write about it. Hopefully you can accept my situation for what it is. I am not justifying what has happened over the past few years, only describing it. Extra-marital sex is not something I contemplated when I married John, and at times it is still difficult to reconcile. I would like to say I am a gorgeous, tall, hot, sexy "thirty-something", but I am in fact, not bad looking, but not great. I am tall about 5'8", am in my early fifties, a little more fat than I would like (despite a reasonable amount of exercising). I spent the first forty some years in what I would consider a rather normal sex life. I certainly would not have characterized myself as an over sexed person.
I do enjoy sex. I have nice tits, and large "very sensitive" nipples. My pussy gets wet when excited, and when I have an orgasm, I usually gush large amounts of urine like fluid. A good orgasm will soak my bed and partner. This type of orgasm only came about as a result of a very patient and innovative partner, my current husband. In my previous marriage, sex was routine, and not very exciting. I did have several affairs during the fifteen years we were married, but even they were not sexually enlightening or exciting. The affairs were exciting, but the sex was anything but. When I met John, two years after my divorce, he introduced me to a whole new range of sexual experiences. I was very slow to orgasm (if I ever did) in the past, and it was with the help of a vibrator (and my John's help) that I began to experience real sexual satisfaction.
So, here you have an average looking woman, a little heavy, with a relatively uninteresting sexual history who is now participating in extra-marital sex, willingly, at the request of her husband. Why? As much as I enjoy the sex, and retelling it to my husband, and the great sex we have as a result, I am afraid it is much less erotic than you might wish. I am insecure, and have been most of my life. Prior to my current situation, most of my sexual relationships happened because I craved (needed) the attention men would bestow to get the sex they sought. Whether I realized it or not, I accepted the attention, believing they actually found me attractive and interesting. My therapist says I have a need to please. It's like I don't want anyone to not like me. This may make me a pathetic creature in your eyes, but I like most of us have some weaknesses. I can live with mine. In the interest of "fair-disclosure" I am very fond of alcohol. I hesitate to say I am an alcoholic, but I do drink more than I should, and I always drink before I have my sexual encounters. As an uninhibitor, it works wonders.
As to my present situation, I have been comfortable with the lifestyle since the marriage. I can now have sex, understand what I am doing, with whom and why, and enjoy the game. I enjoy the attention, the flirting, and the whole game. Now I do not see it as a psychological crutch, something I do to make people like me. Now I am the seducer and more in control, and enjoy it much more this way. I think everyone likes attention, and I am no exception. I like the attention as much as the sex.
The lifestyle John and I share is not one that happens every week or two, it usually only happens two or three times a year, which satisfies John and myself. The rest of the time we lead normal lives. We have a wide circle of friends (with whom neither of us has had sex), John runs a consulting business and I have a job outside. We belong to a rather middle income country club, play golf and tennis, and generally are an average couple. I am well past menopause for those of you concerned about pregnancy. And while I don't insist on my partners wearing protection, I am probably in denial about the possibility of contract a STD. Since part of the game is for the man to be the guilty party, taking advantage of a drunk wife, I don't think having rubbers handy would lend credibility to the scheme.
Now. With all that behind me, I will tell you of a recent event. For those of you who hold me in low regard, you may quit reading.
Up till now, every extra-marital affair was done with the knowledge, support and planning of my husband, until this last event.
John is rarely away from home on business but two weeks ago he was called on to meet with a prospective client, and was going to be gone for a few days. The left Thurs. am, and was returning on the following Saturday. We had a few phone calls while he was out of town, and I told him I would have dinner at the club on Friday with a few other couples I our circle. I had no intention of doing anything, no sex was planned.
In retrospect I wonder if I have not gone over the line. I have felt in control with each of my little affairs, but what happened that Friday night has me concerned.
Two couples from our neighborhood were going to be at the club, and I had called them to let them know I would be joining them. I had not had sex with either of the two men so I was not thinking about sex. But I dressed in a provocative way. While I was wearing a bra, it was a lace, low cut bra, with a very sheer blouse. I had on a skirt, with thigh highs, and no panties.
I arrived at the club a little early and sat at the bar where I had two glasses of wine before my friends arrived. I had one or two more glasses with dinner. After dinner we all moved to the bar, and had another drink. After one drink, the others left to go home, and I decided to stay. I knew I had more to drink than I should, but I did not want to go home.
Not long after the others left, I was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see David behind me. David as you may know is someone I have had sex with. In fact he is the only one I have had sex with two times. The second time his wife Nancy joined in, which was my second time having sex with a woman. Anyway David and another guy were standing behind me.
"Hi." I said as I leaned forward to meet a kiss on the cheek.
"Where's Bob?" David asked.
"With a client in Ohio. He'll be back tomorrow." I replied.
"So you're killing time?"
"Yeah, thought I would have one more drink then head home." I actually knew I had had more than I should.
"Lynette, this is an old college buddy, Lonnie." Lonnie stepped forward and extended a hand.
"Lonnie, nice to meet you."
"Do you mind if we join you?" David asked. "We have been out on the town, taking advantage of the wives being away."
"Sure, take a seat. Where is Nancy?" I asked.
"She and Lonnie's wife Dianne are on a tennis outing, some sort of tennis camp in Florida." David said. as he stood next to the stool on my left, and Lonnie took the one on my right. It was already after 11PM and the crowd in the bar was quickly thinning.
I excused myself and went to the ladies room, just off the bar entrance. I checked my appearance, and took a pee. As a final touch, I unbuttoned one more button on my blouse, allowing a little more exposure before returning to David and Lonnie.
I took my seat, after squeezing past David. He brushed against my tits as I squeezed by him, and I pressed against him in return.
By 11:30 we were the only three left. In the time we were there I had another glass of wine, and was clearly under the influence.
I was giving David a great view of my breast straining against my thin lace bra. I also had my legs crossed and turned toward David, where the tops of my thigh highs were exposed.
Leaning forward David whispered in my ear. "Lynette, I think we should drive you home. You are in no condition to drive."
"You're right. I should be getting home. But I can drive myself."
"Look, we'll go in your car, I'll drive, and Lonnie can follow in my car. I really don't think you need to be driving."
"Okay." I took the glass and finished the last of my wine, and said goodnight to the bartender.
As soon as I stood up I knew David was right. I was not very steady on my feet. The three of us got up and went to the parking lot. Lonnie went to David's car, and I handed my keys to David. He opened the passenger door, as soon as I sat down, David leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips as he slid his hand between my legs and after briefly pressing his hand to my pussy, removed it. I didn't resist either.
When we got to my house David helped me to the door, with Lonnie close behind.
He led me to the den and guided me to the couch. It was fairly dark, with only a light from the kitchen to be seen.
"Relax. I am going to put a pot of coffee on." David said.
I leaned back on the couch, and closed my eyes.
I must have dozed off for a few minutes. The next thing I knew David was lightly shaking my shoulder.
He and Lonnie were standing in front of me, and David had a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Drink this; it will make you feel better."
I leaned forward and took the cup in hand, and held David's hand with the other, and began sipping the warm brew. Both David and Lonnie continued to stand next to the couch.
I finished the coffee, sat the cup on the coffee table, and pulled on David's hand as I tried to stand.
"I have to pee. I'll be right back."
David held my hand, pulled me closer to him, and said. "I'll give you a hand."
I felt fine as I stood up, and felt I could easily manage to make it to the bathroom, but I decided to accept his offer, and allowed him to guide me to the bathroom.
He entered the bathroom with me, and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. I responded and opened my mouth to his probing tongue. His hands were running over my ass, and then to my tits.
After several moments of this passionate kissing and fondling I pulled back.
"David I have to pee really badly."
David reached down, and lifted my skirt to my waist and guided me back to the toilet. When I sat down, he kneeled in front of me and placed his hand between my legs. As soon as he did that I began to piss, covering his hand. As I continued peeing on his hand he leaned forward and kissed me. We held our kiss until I was finished. He removed his hand and stood in front of me as he began to lick the piss off.
Extending his wet hand to my lips I too began to lick his hand clean. As I licked his fingers I saw the bulge in his pants. As I licked his fingers I reached out and unzipped his pants, and removed his cock. David moved his hand as I lowered my head to his semi-hard cock and took it in my mouth.
He put his hands behind my head and pulled me hard on his cock, forcing it in my mouth, which I easily took.
"Oh God Lynette, I have wanted this for the longest time."
I moaned as I took his cock in my mouth, and began to suck it with passion.
Within a few minutes his cock was fully erect. I grabbed his cock at the base with one hand as I squeezed his balls through his pants with the other.
