When you're someone with a consistent libido all your adult life it becomes a real challenge when your opportunities become sporadic. That's what happened to me, Connor Walker, when I had been married to Sarah Walker about seven years.
From our first meeting when we were both 22 years old Sarah and I had a strong sexual attraction to each other. Since she didn't want to appear to be "easy" and I didn't want to blow a relationship with her by being too aggressive (as happened to me once before) we both were reasonably chill for the first two months that we knew each other. However, after a rafting trip with some friends that turned out to be more like an episode of Fear Factor than a low key amusement park ride our approach changed drastically.
When I dropped Sarah off at her apartment Sunday evening after our harrowing experience, where each of us was swept down rapids (at different times) mostly underwater, we made intense eye contact at her door. We simply stared at each other for what seemed like a long time. I had the words "I want to fuck you unconscious" on the tip of my tongue when she said "After this weekend I need a good fucking to get my head on straight."
We both called in sick to work Monday morning; I guess we could have gone to work even though our genitals were ravished, but we wouldn't have been able to do any work since our minds would have been preoccupied by how well my dick fit her pussy and how we immediately determined what oral and hand play most quickly got each other off. Anyway after that Sunday evening through Monday late afternoon we optimized not only the number of orgasms that we each experienced but we felt a real connection at the primordial level.
I love tits; however I'm more into the quality of tits than the size or availability of them. Sarah has great tits, close to the best ever (though not quite there). To me beautiful naked tits are the quality that most inspires my sexuality. While I have always appreciated tit beauty I had never been completely overcome by that -- at least at the start of the meat of this story.
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To understand my story you need to know that the three main characters in it are "unusual" to say the least, and some specific things about Sarah and me.
Sarah is really smart -- I mean math genius level. Maybe because of her intellect, her upbringing, or a combination of the two, she was not really comfortable socially when I met her, even though she is very good looking. As our relationship progressed she became more comfortable in social situations because I'm a gregarious guy and some of that rubbed off. She never had a wide variety of really good female friends, like many women do. I fell in love with everything about her; she definitely is the love of my life. While my love for her was not based upon sex, I enjoyed sex with her more than with any other woman in my life.
Until we had kids Sarah worked as an assistant professor of high level mathematics at a local university. Once we had kids she really took to motherhood and started only working out of the home. She still makes good money doing some consulting gigs but mostly creating math and logic puzzles and games that she sells to various publications or game manufacturers. If you don't want to be humiliated NEVER challenge Sarah to Kakuro, Triangle, KenKen, Sudoku, Four Fours, or any other math or logic game. For example she can do a "diabolical" level Sudoku in less than two minutes without breaking a sweat.
As for me, I consider myself smart, but not in Sarah's league. I have a BS in Electrical Engineering and have a good, high-paying, challenging job that I enjoy.
Like most men I have a silly crush on an unattainable woman. However, most guys have a crush on a famous TV or movie personality or singer. For example most hetero guys would consider someone like Elizabeth Hurley, Jennifer Lopez, Halle Berry, Norah O'Donnell, Alex Morgan, Beyoncé, Jennifer Aniston, Ashley Graham, Zendaya, Selena Gomez, or someone like them -- depending upon their particular tastes and/or age -- as their celebrity crush. In my case, however, my "celebrity crush" isn't really a celebrity at all. She is someone who appeared only in one movie and one TV show.
In the movie my silly crush was really cute, and her bare boobs were displayed. They were -- to my tastes -- perfect C cup teardrop shaped boobs. I'm so embarrassed that she is my "celebrity crush" that I won't identify her but merely call her "Lisa." In a moment of weakness I told Sarah about her -- when we watched the one movie she was in on Netflix -- and Sarah occasionally teases me about her.
The meat of this story starts when Sarah and I had been married about ten years, and had had a difficult time because of her reduced libido for the last three years. As the story starts our kids were eight year old Susan and seven year old Blake. Both kids are nearly as smart as their mom and look like a good cross between us. While they love intellectual pursuits and are far advanced for their age in understanding of all things they also love sports. I coach Susan's soccer team and Blake's baseball team, both kids playing a year or two up from their age. I also coach both of their basketball teams.
I had been trying, without success, to get Sarah to see a doctor about her low libido for two years when a new neighbor moved in across the street. I have never been able to figure out why Sarah was so resistant to going to see a doctor. I think that it might have been that she was afraid of what might be the problem and stuck her head in the sand thinking something like "out of mind, out of sight."
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The new neighbor's name is Cindy Cushman; when she moved in she was a young single mother with a little girl. I wondered how she could afford our neighborhood when Sarah first told me about her, but later that was easily explained.
Sarah gushed about Cindy from the first day that they met. As earlier indicated Sarah did not have as many good female friends as the average woman but I could tell that she bonded with Cindy right from the start.
Because of strange circumstances, including my and Cindy's work schedules, and me coaching both Susan and Blake's teams at the same time, I didn't meet Cindy until she had lived in the neighborhood more than two months. I did meet her daughter Lucy one day, however, when Sarah was watching Lucy for Cindy.
Lucy was tiny but as articulate as most adults. While Lucy was playing with Susan I said to Sarah "Lucy is really tiny for her age."
"How old do you think that she is?" Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'd guess six or seven, yet she's less than half the size of Blake."
"She's 26 months old, doofus," Sarah laughed. "She's a genius -- just like her mother."
While my kids were verbal early, they didn't compare to Lucy. "Holy shit," I mumbled under my breath.
