I've always been a proper woman, who always places my napkin in my lap at dinner, says "thank-you" and "you're welcome," and has flawless posture. I always have my long, blonde hair pulled back tightly in a bun, put on little make-up, and wear long, conservative skirts. Those that know me think I'm quiet and shy. My husband even thinks I'm old-fashioned and unadventurous. However, let me tell you about my one night of pure ecstasy. The night I shocked the hell out of my ever loving husband.
It all began one spring morning. My husband, Steven, and I were doing our ritual Saturday morning routine of sitting on our porch swing drinking coffee. Sitting with my back straight and legs crossed with both hands daintily wrapped around the coffee mug, I listened to my husband of ten years discuss work. Work! That's all we seemed to ever do or discuss. Wasn't there more to life? I had begun to grow tired of its tediousness and laborious hours. Day after day we got up early, drank coffee while reading the paper, went to work, came home, ate dinner and went to bed. Even our days off consisted of us discussing work. It was an ugly, repetitious cycle.
"Steven? Let's do something tonight. Something that doesn't pertain to work," I blurted out.
'Did I say that out loud?' I wondered.
Steven sloshed his coffee and gaped at me, speechless.
"Uhh."
Placing my hand in front of my mouth, I gasped.
"Oh, Steven, I'm sorry! I interrupted you! It was a silly idea really," I giggled while waving my hand.
"Well," he cleared his throat. "What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I don't know. I heard that new club down town has great food and a great dance floor. We've never gone dancing before."
Dancing? What had gotten into me? I couldn't believe I was saying these things! Was I going insane?
"Huh? What? Honey, I don't know! Dancing?" Steven cleared his throat again and ran his hands threw this thick, black hair.
I turned to face him as his big, brown eyes filled with astonishment.
"Oh, come on! Let's just try it out. We live only two blocks from it. If we don't like it, we can walk home!"
"Well, it has been a while since we've done anything. I don't want to stay out too late, though."
"Of course!"
That night I rummaged through my closet to find something to wear. I looked through all my tan and brown skirts. All of them long and conventional. No, I wanted something different. Something sexy!
I looked in the mirror. Is this the same woman who didn't swear, drank only a little wine, and whose house was immaculate? What had gotten into me? Why did I want to go to a club and dance in something slutty?
Before I knew it I was starting to fantasize about a room full of naked men. I brought my hands to my pussy and was shocked at how wet I was. I'd heard other women talk about masturbation, but had dismissed the idea as improper. However, tonight I began to rub my clit and was satisfied at how wet I grew. I saw myself sucking a room full of cocks, all of them cumming in my face, down my throat, and all over my chest. Dick after dick, cock after cock I sucked. How many of them? I lost count. My fingers went in and out of pussy in a rhythmic motion. My body convulsed as the orgasm hit. I sat there afterwards, dazed.
