Sandra's Solution
After five years of marriage my husband, Sam, seemed to have lost interest in sex. He was completely absorbed in music, it was his passion and he spent more and more of his time collecting and listening to music and less and less time on making love with me.
Before we were married, we were both into music, going to concerts, listening to local bands at pubs and clubs. In fact that is how we met and our mutual interest drew us together. In those days we had a very active love life. I am still interested in music but for him it has become an obsession. The first year of marriage was wonderful but after that our love life slowly deteriorated becoming more sporadic as he became more and more wrapped up in his music. When we did make love, it was great; it was fun, pleasurable, satisfying, orgasmic. It was just that it was becoming a rarer and rarer event.
I tried to broach the problem with Sam on a number of occasions. but it usually degenerated into an argument, which I didn't want. Sam is a really nice man, a wonderful man; in all other respects he is loving and caring, and a really great husband, it was just that when it came to sex, he no longer seemed interested.
We hadn't made love for over three months and I was getting desperate. I needed some relief but I didn't want to have another argument with Sam. I had tried all sorts of different strategies to try and get him interested. I would walk around in sexy undies or nothing at all. I let him 'accidently' catch me masturbating but all he did was apologise and then turned and left the bedroom. I would climb on top of him when he came to bed, but he would make the excuse that he had a headache or was too tired. He would fall asleep plugged into his iPod, why couldn't he fall asleep plugged into me? There were some nights when I cried myself to sleep.
There was a three-day conference in Sydney that my boss was sending me on, along with John from finance and Cindy from contracts. It started on Wednesday and finished on Friday so I persuaded my boss to let me stay over to do some shopping on the Saturday and fly back on the Sunday. We were booked on an early flight from Melbourne and we were booked into the hotel where the conference was being held, so we had lunch there and attended the first presentation straight after. There was about forty of us attending, I didn't know many of the other delegates; there were a couple of people that I knew from training courses I had attended. In between presentations we chatted and a fairly large group of us decided to meet up for dinner.
I showered, dressed and headed for the bar at about 7pm and met up with two girls I had been on a course with about a year earlier. Others joined in and we went through to the restaurant around 7:30. It was a pleasant evening but I had a glass of wine too many. Not that I was drunk or even tipsy, but it was more than I usually drank. I made my way back to my room, stripped off and lay on the bed. I was feeling the frustration of not having had sex for months, I played with myself and brought myself to orgasm but it was not as satisfying as having a man. I cried with the dissatisfaction. As I was drifting off to sleep, a curious thought wandered through my mind. Maybe I should take a lover; if Sam is no longer interested, how could he object, why would he care?
Through Thursday's presentations I got to know a few more of the delegates and I half expected that at least some of us would again meet up for dinner, but everyone seemed to have other plans, even John and Cindy. It looked as if I would be dining alone. I thought about ordering room service but then changed my mind. I went down to the bar, ordered a white wine and sat at a table, alone.
I had only been there a couple of minutes when a man came over and asked if he could join me. I recognised him from the conference, but we hadn't been introduced. He was about forty but obviously kept himself fit and wasn't bad looking either.
"Hi, I'm Tony. Mind if I join you."
"Not at all. I'm Sandra."
"You're from the Melbourne office, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"I'm from Brisbane. What do you think of the conference so far?"
I made a pretence of yawning.
He smiled, "Yeah, some of the presentations have been a bit dry."
We started to discuss work related topics and shortly went through to the restaurant for dinner. Over dinner, we managed to get off work and got onto more interesting subjects.
We had just finished dessert when he gave a little cough, "I don't suppose you would care to come back to my room for coffee would you?"
My stomach flipped. He knew I was married, just as I knew he was; we had exchanged that information earlier and I was wearing my wedding ring in any case. I was surprised that his invitation didn't embarrass me. I was cool about it, my mind was clear. "Actually, I think I'd like that." What was I saying? We left the restaurant and headed for the hotel lift. We were on the same floor; his room was about six doors down from mine on the other side of the lifts. He opened the door and held it open to let me enter. He came up behind me and put his hands on my arms, "Do you want a coffee?"
"No, thank you."
"Then why did you come?"
"For the same reason you invited me."
He slid his hands down my arms and he kissed the back of my neck. Goose bumps popped up all over me.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes."
He unzipped the back of my dress, slid the straps off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He turned me and we looked each other in the eye. He bent to kiss me, I returned the kiss. He unsnapped my bra and started to remove it, I stepped back slightly so could see what he was unwrapping. He dropped my bra and his hands gently caressed me, sliding up from my waist, cupping my breasts and his thumbs stroking over my already stiffened nipples. He went down on one knee and slowly removed my panties. As I stepped out of them he leaned forward and kissed me, intimately, his tongue teased my labia.
I put my hands either side of his face and pulled him up, I kissed him then started to unbutton his shirt. I left him to remove it as I undid his trousers. He healed off his shoes as I pulled his trousers and pants down. His cock, already half erect dangled in front of my face. I leaned in and kissed him, licked him and then took him in my mouth. He moaned and became fully erect almost immediately. I gently and slowly sucked, sliding along the length of his shaft. It was his turn to take my face in his hands and he helped me up and led me over to the bed.
We lay beside each other, he leaned over me and we started to kiss, more passionately now. His hands caressed me, fondled me, teased me. My breasts were aching. His kisses migrated to my nipples, licking them, sucking them. His hand migrated down my belly, stroking my thighs, which I parted without the need for any other encouragement. His hand slid inside my thighs and back to stroke my labia. I was unashamedly wet. I had so missed this kind of thrill. Stroking then probing; entering me with one finger then two. I knew he was bringing me close to orgasm very quickly and I wanted him inside me; I wanted his cock inside me. He moved to my clit and with only a few moments of manipulation made me cum. After months of only having my own hands to please me, that orgasm was explosive.
I returned to reality as Tony climbed between my thighs; there was no need for any further arousal. As soon as I felt the head of his cock enter me I raised my hips to take more of him. He thrust and I was fully impaled. God! That felt so good. I didn't know if he had put on a condom, but at that stage I didn't care. Although he started out slowly, he speeded up very quickly. It had been a long time since I had felt such pleasure. Each thrust sending a tiny ecstatic ripple through me. Then there were the little tremblings, the little shudders as Tony closed in on his own orgasm. He came and I felt him pulse inside me, completing my pleasure.
We lay together for some time without speaking. Then he lifted his head and we kissed, gently, lovingly. We smiled at each other. Tony put his head back on the pillow and we just cuddled. But it wasn't long before I realized that Tony was becoming erect again. At the same time I realized I was more than ready to go again.
This time we played slowly, gently; it took much longer for us to reach orgasm, Tony timing it so that we both came together. Tony climbed off and lay beside me. He
had
worn a condom, he removed it dropped it on the bedside table. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke in the morning. I slipped from the bed and started to dress. I had to get back to my own room so I could get ready for the day. As I was pulling my dress back on Tony woke and turned to me.
"Are you going?"
"I have to get ready for the conference."
"Want a coffee before you go?"
"No thanks. I'll grab one in my own room." I went back over to the bed, leaned over and kissed him. "Thanks for a wonderful night."
"Thank you. It was rather special, wasn't it?"
I turned and left.
Back in my own room, I stripped and showered then had a coffee while I dressed. Before going down to the conference room, I sat and thought about last night. I had had such an enjoyable time. I was pleased and satisfied; I felt relaxed. But I couldn't believe I had done what I did; I couldn't believe that I had accepted Tony's invitation so calmly, that I had engaged in sex with a virtual stranger with such enthusiasm. I had had my first affair. 'First'? That implied that there would be others. I hadn't thought about it like that. Yes, I had had an affair. The
most
surprising thing was that I did not feel guilty. Even in the restaurant when I accepted Tony's invitation I fully expected to feel guilty in the morning, but I didn't, but I suddenly felt sorry for Sam; apparently, he could no longer enjoy the pleasure of sex - such a sad waste. Whilst I had enjoyed my romp with Tony, I wished I had had that enjoyment with Sam. I missed him, I missed making love to him, I missed him making love to me. I finished my coffee and headed down to the conference room.
I caught up with a couple of the other delegates and had another coffee while we waited for the last round of the presentations to begin. The conference was due to finish at lunchtime to give everyone the chance to catch their flights home. Even so, the three delegates from Perth wouldn't be getting home till after midnight even with the two hours time difference.
I saw Tony on the other side of the room. He was in conversation with a couple of other delegates but he smiled across at me when he saw me. During the mid-morning coffee break he wandered over.
"Did you get packed? All ready for your trip home?"
