I would not say I was writing a story, it is more a factual account in words about my recent experience, which my husband encouraged me to write. I would say that what I am about to write is 95% true, with all names, some places and personal details changed for privacy.
My name is Mandy and I am 37 years old, I have long auburn hair, usually dyed to hide the grey, which drops past my shoulders, I am Five feet, six inches tall, twenty seven inch waist, 34C breasts and a 39 inch hips, I would say slim build with a bit of a spread added to my bottom over the years.
I am married to Mark who works as an HGV driver, sometimes spending nights away. I myself work part time as a teaching assistant in a local primary school, which allows me the free time to care for my four sons, two attend the same school I work at, one is in senior school and my oldest son is at college, who had just turned 18 years old.
My husband and I have great sex, it's not as often as I would have liked, but when we do get together it's amazing, but with work constraints and my sons and their friends always about, we probably only manage to have sex once a week.
My husband had mentioned extramarital fun and I told him, I would never consider cheating on him, even with his approval. Mark encouraged me to wear more revealing clothes, we also regularly have photo sessions and Mark proposed we post my photos online and after some consideration I had agreed he could post my photos, on the condition that he hid my face. I remember the first time he posted the photos and we sat together and read all the comments, which turned me on greatly, it boosted my self confidence massively and Mark encouraged me to dress more provocatively outside of work. My skirts and dress hemlines became shorter, my tops became more flimsy and I began to wear halter tops and vests with string shoulder straps and I loved it. Shopping in my local supermarket became a whole new experience, I would catch men staring at me and on some occasions men would ask me for dates, which I declined, the simple act of going to shops to buy a loaf of bread got me sexually aroused.
Mark noticed the change in me instantly and took advantage of me being constantly horny and we both enjoyed our new increased libido and he suggested I take it to a new level, Mark suggested I stopped wearing a bra and when wearing a dress or skirt I should go commando. It took me a few days to consider Mark's proposal and get the courage up to actually wear a short skirt and no panties in my home and public places, then when I did, I was so nervous, my greatest fear was, a gust of wind could blow my skirt up, exposing my vagina to the world and this time it wouldn't be anonymous like the internet, eventually I did get up the courage and it felt fantastic.
Another of Mark's suggestions was that while he was away from time to time that I could read erotic stories and he directed me to Literotica, at first I read the daily new stories for few minutes each day and soon found I was spending more and more time reading erotic stories, I got into the habit of placing my hand between my legs and slowly caressing myself to a climax, I am not a screamer, so I could keep my masturbation secret from the kids prying ears. I soon found favourite stories that had the most arousing effect on me, I especially like, "Loving Wives", "Incest" and "Fetish" categories and soon compiled a list of my favourite stories which I could read over and over on my Ipad in bed. I also came across a number of stories which claimed to inform the reader step by step instructions on how to train your wife to be a slut or cuckold and upon reading these I realised it was the same path my husband was actively encouraging me to take and I was voluntarily participating and as I stated earlier, I was enjoying it.
My home at times was a mad house, with my four sons and their friends it was like a youth centre, Jack my oldest son is what you would call a computer geek, a gamer and so where is four friends, who would regularly visit with their laptops and camp out in his bedroom for most of the weekend, playing online games. One day while Mark and I was relaxing in the living room watching a movie on TV when we heard a commotion coming from my son's bedroom, then what sounded like a rumble of thunder as he came running down the stairs with his friend, Sam close behind him, crashing into the living room, Jack had a big grin on his face and blurted out "Sam thinks my mother is a MILF" Mark just smiled and told them both to calm down and told Jack to stop trying to embarrass his friend, the boys then returned to the bedroom while Sam was blushing and looking embarrassed with Jack sniggering.
Mark smiled at me and said "Imagine that, Jacks friend has the hots for you" I smiled and felt a bit awkward, at the same time flattered, I would have never have known what a MILF was without reading Literotica and while we both continued to watch out movie I quietly thought about the meaning of MILF, an eighteen year old geeky friend of my son referred to me as a mom he would like to fuck, then I snapped back to reality and realised I was reading too much into it, it's a term used a lot by adolescent boys.
A few days later all alone at home, which was rare, I decided to read a few of the favourite erotic stories. I sat in my short skirt, no panties as normal and I knew I would be playing with myself for a few hours, allowing myself a slow build up, leading to what I hoped would be a massive climax and all went well for around ten minutes and then there was a knock at the front door, I was not too pleased, I quickly stood up and brushed my skirt down and walked to the door and upon opening the door there stood Sam, Jakes friend.
I said "Hello Sam, Jakes not at home at the moment"
Sam replied "Jake is expecting me; he told me I could sit in his room to wait for him"
I frowned and opened the door wider to allow him in and he went straight upstairs to Jakes room. I returned the privacy of my own computer and sat thinking about being described as a MILF by Sam again.
I continued to read stories but could not concentrate, so went to make a hot drink and as I passed the stairs.
I shouted to Sam "Would you like a hot drink, Tea or Coffee?"
Sam replied "Coffee please, white with one sugar, thank you"
After a few minutes the drinks where made and I took them into the living room.
I shouted up the stairs "Sam your coffee is ready, come and sit in the living room and talk to me"
