They say life begins at 40. Well, for me, my sex life began at 43.
Now, that's not quite true – my husband and I started having sex (first for each of us) back when we were dating in college. But in the last year, my sex life has taken a hard –
very
hard -- turn for the better.
Two things set the foundation for the change: after three children, my body was not in the best of shape. I set out on a dedicated plan of diet and exercise, and over the course of a few months, I lost 30 pounds and three dress sizes. My stomach and thighs responded well to the regimen, leaving me with a pair of 36C breasts and an ass that, while I still thought it was too big, at least gave me a curvy "hour glass."
And while we're on the subject of my ass...
The second thing that happened is, after years (23, to be exact) of fear and resistance, I finally let my husband fuck me in the ass. One night after some extended foreplay, we discovered that we were out of condoms. I had had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner that night and was feeling particularly horny, so instead of sucking him off as I usually would, I invited him to get the lube and take my virgin ass. My orgasm was incredible, and the feeling of his cock pushing into my ass sparked a kinkier hunger in me. In the weeks that followed, our sex play often included me asking him to get the lube while I rolled onto my stomach, spread my cheeks and eagerly awaited the dark pleasures of sodomy.
So with that as background....
I work part time for a marketing consulting firm, usually doing my work from a home office. My flexible work schedule allowed me to participate in a variety of volunteer activities in the community. One Tuesday morning, I went to a meeting of one of these organizations and while I was sitting at a conference table making small talk with a long-time colleague, a well-dressed, very tall, very well built black man walked into the room. Looking at my colleague and me, he asked if this was the United Way meeting. My colleague said yes, while I just drank in his towering presence.
"Then this must be my lucky day," he said in a tone that was as smooth as milk chocolate. He extended his hand to me. "Hi, I'm Derek, I'm new to this group."
I took his hand and felt the electric tingle of flesh touching. "My name is Tammy," I managed to say. "Welcome to our group."
Before I could say another word, the committee chairman announced it was time for the meeting to begin, and Derek moved down the table to an available seat. My colleague leaned over and whispered "Nice eye candy huh? He must be the new community relations guy from the bank."
I tried to casually nod in agreement. The committee chairman introduced him as vice president of community relations for the regional bank headquartered in town, and for the next 90 minutes, my eyes kept finding excuses to sweep over Derek.
Through the years, my husband had often told me his fantasies of watching me have sex with other men. While I had found these fantasies sometimes arousing, I hadn't given them much of a second thought. Until now.
The meeting broke up about noon, and I declined an invitation from my colleague to join her for lunch. Instead, I drove home, feeling my stomach knot in erotic tension, a tension that quickly spread to between my legs. Feeling somewhat guilty about my arousal, I started telling myself that I was just horny because my husband had been in Europe on a business trip for the last ten days. When he got home on Friday, I would make sure I took his cock in my mouth, pussy and ass before the weekend was over.
We both enjoyed it when he dominated me in bed -- maybe I'd ask him to tie me up and spank me before he fucked my ass – that would be hot.
I got home, pulled into the garage, checked the answering machine in the kitchen and went upstairs to the bedroom to change into more casual clothes. I stripped off my blouse and skirt in the closet, then, walking past the mirror by the twin sinks, caught a glimpse of myself, wearing only my bra and panties. I could see my erect nipples through the thin fabric of the bra, and as I watched myself, spellbound, I raised my hands to my breasts and started caressing them, cupping their weight. I closed my eyes and an image of Derek, standing behind me, removing my bra, flashed through my mind.
A moment later, I was rummaging through the nightstand, grabbing the biggest vibrator we owned. I stripped naked, flung myself on my back and started masturbating furiously – pinching my nipples, stroking my inner thighs, running my index finger up and down the length of my now-soaked pussy lips.
As I turned on the vibrator, I decided I'd tell my husband to use Derek in one of his fantasies – yes, that's it, I'm just getting so turned on because this will be such a turn on for Jack. I closed my eyes and imagined myself being pushed deeply into the bed by Derek's body, a huge, black cock pushing relentlessly into my pussy. I gasped as I started coming, and kept coming – I positioned the vibrator on my clit and used both hands to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples until I literally couldn't take it anymore.
Exhausted, I turned off the vibrator and stared at the ceiling fan, weary from the power of my orgasms and looking forward to sharing this erotic tidbit with my husband in three days.
For the rest of the day, I went about my routine, my arousal always lingering just below the surface. After doing the chauffeur runs to piano lessons, flute lessons and soccer games and getting the two younger kids to bed, I discovered we didn't have enough milk for breakfast tomorrow morning.
I told my older daughter, happily and obliviously instant messaging away on the kids' computer, to listen for the younger kids as I ran out to the neighborhood grocery. I walked quickly through the automatic doors and was walking through the produce section when I spotted a large display of cucumbers. My lingering arousal quickly started rising as I stared at the assortment. Surrendering to the fact I would have to satisfy myself again, I went to the display and forced myself to examine a number of them, determined to find the thickest, longest, firmest specimens for my impending masturbation.
My pussy juiced up as I found two huge cukes, put them in the produce bag, bought the milk and checked out, driving home quickly.
By this time, it was almost my oldest daughter's bedtime, so I told her I was developing a headache and wanted to go to bed. With typical 14 year old grumbling, she signed off and went to get ready for bed.
So did I. For what seemed an interminable 20 minutes, I listened as she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and finally closed her door for the night. I tiptoed to the bedroom door, clicked the lock, and then went to the grocery bag, retrieving what I thought was the larger of the two cucumbers.
I held the heavy vegetable in my hands, resolving that I would take its entire girth in my pussy, no matter how hard or how painful it would be. I put the cuke on the bed, placing the tube of K-Y jelly next to it, imagining how big Derek's cock might be, and imagining how he would insist that I take all of it. I walked to my lingerie drawer and removed a black silk camisole and tap pants.
Standing in front of the mirror, I slowly stripped – again, imagining I was doing it for Derek, fantasizing that I was preparing myself to submit to him. Nude, I picked up the tap pants, and shivered as the cool silk glided up my legs, covered my ass, and teased my throbbing, damp pussy. I watched myself in the mirror as I pulled the camisole over my head, the fabric brushing deliciously against my painfully hard nipples, sparking an urge to just bring myself off right then and there. My hand slipped inside the front of my tap pants....
"No,"
I thought as I quickly withdrew my hand, getting deeper into my submissive fantasy.
"My pleasure must be denied."
I walked to the bed, lay down on my back, and to tease myself even further, picked up the cuke, and slowly placed it on my stomach, the better to appreciate its size and weight, and anticipate its push into my pussy.
I started rubbing my breasts through the silk, or running a finger lightly over the tap pants, tracing paths from my pussy to my ass.
Images flashed through my mind – me kneeling in front of a standing, robed Derek, being told all the ways my body would be used. Feeling those long, chocolate fingers running to the back of my head, as he pulled his robe aside to reveal a thick, massive organ, pulling my mouth to kiss the tip, then pushing slowly over my lips and seeking the back of my throat.
