Rachel was a happily-married 41-year-old mother of three. She and her husband, Brian, had been married for sixteen years, and for fourteen of those years she worked as a stay-at-home mom. She organized play dates for her kids, attended PTA meetings and performed all of the other tasks -- fulfilling and mundane -- associated with that role. She took great pride in being a good wife and mother, and had no regrets about putting her career on hold to raise her kids.
When her youngest child entered first grade, she decided it was time to re-enter the workforce. She didn't need the money. What she needed was to feel like her old self again. She had spent so many years entrenched in the awesome and selfless responsibilities of motherhood that she felt she had lost a bit of her identity.
She landed a job working at an airport in Chicago. It was a 45-minute commute for her each way, and as a new employee, the only shift available was one that began at 3:30am. This required her to wake up at the ungodly hour of 1:30 each morning -- the middle of the night for most people. Brian told her she was insane for taking that job, and encouraged her to find another one, but she loved her new career. She thrived on the fast-paced chaos of the airport, the excitement of customers heading out on vacation, and the satisfaction of working with such a large and diverse group of people on a daily basis.
She also enjoyed all the attention she received on a daily basis from her male customers and co-workers. With her long, curly red hair, pretty face and stunning green eyes, she had always stood out from the crowd. Her new uniform complemented her firm, petite body, C-cup breasts and heart-shaped ass. Unlike some of her female co-workers who wore dress pants, Rachel opted for a skirt, which rose just above her knees, revealing her smooth and shapely legs. She also wore the highest heels her employer allowed, which added an extra sexy element to her attire.
She had spent so many years in "mom-mode" that she hadn't really thought of herself as a sexual being for quite some time. This new-found opportunity gave her a renewed appreciation of her sexuality. She was pleased to discover that she was still attractive and desirable, and she enjoyed reacquainting herself with the art of flirting. As her confidence soared, and she became friendlier and more outgoing, she only seemed to become more attractive to the men she encountered on a daily basis.
Her favorite shift at the airport was working alongside the security team. With the exception of one, it was an all-male team that seemed to relish the opportunity to be shamelessly flirtatious with her. Often, they would try to make her blush by saying something dirty or off-color. Without hesitation, she would return their remarks and innuendos with responses that were even dirtier, and the men would all erupt in laughter. She enjoyed their locker room banter and playful flirtation, and working with them quickly became her favorite part of the week.
One security agent, in particular, seemed more smitten with Rachel than the others. Oscar was a handsome, older man with a nice smile, although he didn't often show it to anyone beside Rachel. He was about six feet tall, with gray hair and piercing blue eyes, well-built, and possessing the no-nonsense demeanor of someone who had once served in the military. Beneath that hard exterior, however, was someone with a wry sense of humor and a dirty mind. Among the entire security team, he was the only one who could succeed in making Rachel blush. He was crude and lewd, cocky and confident, and she found him strangely appealing. Although he was 17 years older than she, and married for nearly as many years, she could not deny the attraction she felt toward him. There was just something about him that made her feel nervous and excited whenever he was near.
While working side-by-side with Oscar on one particular occasion, Rachel learned that he lived in a neighboring town, and that he made the same long, early-morning commute to and from the airport each day. He suggested that they carpool together to save gas money. She hesitated for a moment, and worried that commuting alone together might create a scandal at home and work. But when she mentioned it to Brian that night, he had no problem with it. He obviously didn't see this much older man as a threat to his marriage, and he trusted her enough to give her plenty of freedom. The following week, she and Oscar began commuting together.
Free from the interruptions of the workplace, their flirty banter and dirty conversations intensified and became more personal. Unprompted, Oscar shared the details of his sex life, and explained that he is constantly horny, but that his wife is no longer interested in sex. With the exceptions of his birthday, their anniversary and random rare occasions, they simply weren't having sex at all. He tried to talk to his wife about it, but the issue caused too much friction, so he eventually gave up. Aside from the lack of sex, they had a good marriage, he explained, and they were happy with their relationship.
Rachel felt obligated to share the intimate details of her sex life as well. Unlike Oscar, she and Brian had a satisfying sex life -- at least from her standpoint. They had sex about once a week, and although it was good, it had also become rather boring and predictable. They always had sex in the dark, at the same time (after the kids had gone to bed), in the same place (in bed), and always following the same pattern of foreplay and intercourse. But she had no complaints, and their relationship was as solid as ever.
"That doesn't sound like a bad arrangement at all," said Oscar. "I would take sex once a week in a heartbeat." After a pause, he added, "especially if it were with you."
Rachel blushed. He had that effect on her.
Although she had shared the personal story of her sex life, she omitted an important aspect of her sexuality that only she recognized to be true. Brian was a good, modern-day husband who shared the housework equally and treated her as an equal partner in their relationship. He was kind, considerate and thoughtful, which was why she married him in the first place. In many ways, he was the ideal husband. But in the bedroom, Rachel had always felt as though something were missing. She couldn't quite define what that was until recently, when she came to the realization that she wanted Brian to take more control in the bedroom and be more assertive.
Rachel had always been a selfless and giving person, and she felt much more comfortable giving sexual pleasure than receiving it. But it was more than that. She wanted to be used. Instead of worrying so much about what she wanted or how she felt, she wanted Brian to just take over and use her body as he wished. He would often ask her to have sex, and more often than not she would say no. What she really wanted was to be told and not asked; to be taken whether she liked it or not.
When she first came to this realization, she feared there was something wrong with her. She was embarrassed to admit these feelings to herself, never mind share them with anyone else. People knew her as a strong, assertive and outspoken woman. No one -- especially her husband -- would ever suspect that she felt this way. But after doing a little research on the internet, she realized that there were others -- millions -- just like her. They called themselves "sexually submissive." There was an entire subculture of submissives and their "masters", and many took this relationship to extremes that even she could not imagine. But this desire she had was undeniable, and now she had a name for it.
She tried to talk to Brian about it, but he didn't seem to understand, and when he pressed her for details and an explanation for why she felt this way, she backed off, dismissed it as unimportant, and changed the subject. It was embarrassing to have to explain this strange, yet burning desire to the man she loved so dearly. He understood her so well, and yet it was likely that he could never understand this aspect of her personality. She barely understood it herself. And even if he could somehow understand it, she doubted that he had it within him to give her what she needed. He was far too concerned about her needs to ever be as selfish, dominant and assertive as she needed him to be.
Rachel and Oscar continued to commute several days a week on average. Their work schedules did not always align, but when they did, she looked forward to these long commutes where she could always be assured of a stimulating conversation.
She took great joy in Oscar's reactions whenever she would say something particularly dirty. On a few different occasions she noticed that he would shift uncomfortably in his seat and attempt to hide the bulge in his pants. And although she tried not to stare, she was fascinated by the size of that bulge. She couldn't help but wonder what this old man was packing, and the curiosity was so intense, she nearly came right out and asked him a few times before stopping herself.
"What do you enjoy most about sex?" Oscar asked during one of their commutes together. It was his turn to drive, and he was clearly feeling hornier than usual, as he kept bringing up the topic of sex whenever there was a lull in the conversation.
