Well, there it is. I have finally gone full cycle. This self destructive behavior may end where it began...
Twenty years ago, I married my dream guy. Tom was everything I was told to look for in a man; good-looking, tall, intelligent with a quick wit and respectful. What I mean by respectful is kind to women and true to his word. Our marriage began like two locomotives on parallel tracks. We ran together enjoying the benefits of our union. Then the tracks began to diverge. Minutely, at first, we began separating. Demands of the house, kids, job and all things began to insidiously part us. Tom realized what was happening and tried to bring me back, but I wouldn't listen. My life was fine and he must be wrong. After ten years the tracks were so far apart we had no chance to come back together. Our marriage had ended although we stayed together as husband and wife.
I began to realize that I had always led my own life and hadn't really cared for my husband's love. If he did something I wanted I went along: if I didn't feel like it I just said "NO" and that put an end to it....no discussion. This was my fault and I couldn't or wouldn't change it. Tom saw it and fought for our marriage. I couldn't accept that there was a problem.
Ten years ago, to fill my days as the kids became more independent I joined a health club with my friend. She and I would either exercise or hit the pool two or three days a week. We were considered obese by the medical definition, but what do they know about real people. The health club let me escape my now loveless house and soon began to show results.
At first baggy sweat suits hid my problems, I thought. We'd get a good workout then leave the club. After two years things began to change. We both still wore baggy sweats but now there were comments from the male population, complimentary comments! It seemed that I had firmed up my hidden body and shed over 50 pounds. They noticed. I never responded but my outfits showed that I had heard. Baggy sweats gave way to tighter pants and shorts. Sweatshirts were lost to halter tops and tight T-shirts. Oh, they noticed. I soaked up the compliments and dressed for these strangers while never showing the same regard for my lonely spouse. Rare, perfunctory morning sex with him at home would lead me to a quick shower after he left for work so I would be presentable for my fan club at the club. These men got me to thinking and finally I fell. But not at the club.
My husband had gotten me a lemon BMW and I don't mean the color. It was the car I wanted and he worked to stretch the budget for my black beauty. I drove to the club in style. The problems with the car moved from back to front and then reversed direction. Going to the dealership so often made me a regular while they tried to fix everything to my satisfaction. One visit a salesman began to take a personal interest in my problems. He made all the right noises that made me think he cared about me as more than a customer. Then he offered to take me to lunch while my car was washed after servicing. I reminded him I was married but smiled as I said it. I was on the slippery slope.
Two weeks later the hatch began to rattle so I arranged to take it in Tuesday evening so I could pick up the loaner and they would have it first thing the next morning. He was there when I arrived. He wanted to test drive it to verify the noise. I got in the passenger seat to point out the noise while he drove. Several miles took us to a large industrial parking lot and he headed for a secluded end. During the ride I knew what was going to happen but was being swept along. I leaned against the door and made sure my breasts were pushed against my blouse. My jeans allowed me to sit in a less than ladylike position. My pussy was tight against the fabric. Once he parked in the remote spot he asked me if there were some things I wanted to show him in the backseat. He then moved from the front to back and sat against the door.
I was shocked and excited. Did I really want this? I slowly opened my door and got out. The back door opened as if by magic and I stood there transfixed. I was hot and he just sat back and stared at me standing outside the car.
I began to slowly unbutton my blouse then pull it from my jeans. In a swift motion I took it off and hurled it at him. It covered his face and in the moment it took him to recover I had reached behind and unclasped the hooks holding my bra. When his gaze returned to me I was holding the cups against my chest. I watched as he spread his legs, as I moved my hands and bra away. My nipples had been hard for the entire ride and now they were his to see. I then slowly flipped him my bra and he rubbed it against his crotch. As I began to undo my belt he mirrored my movements. When his pants were opened he moved my bra inside his shorts. When my jeans were opened I moved them down, with my panties and stood outside the vehicle, naked, with my jeans and panties. He batted my jeans to the side as I flung them at him to avoid obstructing his vision. I lifted my panties to my nose to inhale the aroma of sex. He rubbed his cock harder. I was naked outside and he was fully clothed with his pants open.
I made him lay on the seat with his head toward me. While he moved I let my panties rest between my legs almost shoving them inside me. I rubbed my soaked panties over his nose then placed half of them in his mouth. Bending over I took the end of my pale blue thong between my clenched teeth. I nibbled my way down to press our lips together both of us tasting my juices. Our tongues tried to dance but only moved the sexy material around. We kissed passionately seemingly forever. He tried to extend his arms behind me but I forced them back so his hands would be on his crotch. While we kissed I pressed my legs together. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and worked my kisses down his chest to his nipples then belly button. He sucked my nipples and finally got to grab my ass with his hands. He had no choice but to allow me to control the pace of this encounter and I was deviously enjoying it. I gently pushed my bra down past his balls and licked the tip of his cock not letting it into my mouth while he began to lick my clit. He kept pushing his hips up to penetrate my lips but I was in control. When he failed, he began to focus on my clit. He removed the soaking panties from his mouth and moved them to the entrance of my pussy. They slid into me smoothly and he left just the smallest portion outside which he played with using his talented tongue. His cock kept dancing as I only licked it but I was near, oh so near. When he played with my asshole I realized my husband had wanted the same and it got me hotter. I came so hard when he shoved the second finger into my ass that I thought he would drown. My arms went stiff, my back arched and I pushed my convulsing pussy down onto his mouth. I think he had to suck to stay alive. Time stood still as I shuddered and fucked his tongue. As I recovered I took dead aim on my unsuspecting target.
