I'm a 34 year old mother of two, I'm also a student. I took the decision last year to go back to university, to study a course that would hopefully improve my chances of getting a well paid job to make my families life easier. I decided to study biomedical science with the intention of finding pharmacology work after I graduated. I knew it would be hard work, but my husband Paul was very understanding and supportive, he has been a rock for me in all the work and study I have found myself doing. I only hope he remains as understanding if he finds out what has been happening.
I was very nervous starting university on that first day. We had been abroad on holiday during fresher's week so my first day meant I was straight in at the deep end, not knowing anyone, immediately into lectures and as the icing on the cake, all the other students were under twenty. I was hoping there may have been at least one other mature student but here I was the only one, surrounded by people who were not much more than children in my eyes.
Despite my reservations, I soon made friends with many of the other students, which was very useful as the course started off very difficult for me. I struggled to understand many of the scientific terms that most of the others took for granted and soon found myself gravitating towards the more knowledgeable and friendly students. Four of them in particular helped me immensely. Jane, at nineteen was very quiet and wide eyed about the whole university life, Carla on the other hand seemed in my mind the wild girl from school grown up. She dressed much more provocatively but not in an outrageous way, Carla flirted shamelessly with many of the male students but it was always on her terms. I was honestly quite jealous of her confidence around many of the males and wished I had been that way when I was her age. Kris and Rob were both eighteen, friendly and confident enough to hold a conversation with all the female students, but without either the fumbling awkwardness or the over flirting of some of the other males. It also helped that they were both well built young men, who both tried out immediately for the university rugby team and succeeded in being chosen to join the squad of players, but to their credit they didn't hold the position as one to brag and boast about or use it as a reason to help them bed the female students like many of the other players did.
It was in the company of these four younger students that I spent most of the early weeks of my studies, with them helping me to understand many of the experiments and terms I was unfamiliar with and me helping them in their personal lives, with my more worldly experience. Jane in particular was very shy with members of the opposite sex and I suspected was still a virgin, but she had been getting very friendly with a third year student on a business degree, and she often asked my advice on how best to tackle the situations she found herself in with him as she didn't want to give in to him easily and get a reputation in only her first months at the university.
We had spent a few afternoons each week in one of the pubs near campus, playing pool, drinking and talking. We spent most of those afternoons laughing and once or twice I caught both Kris and Rob giving my body long examining looks before they realised I had spotted them and they embarrassingly turned away. Catching them looking at me gave me such a thrill and a boost in confidence to know that men other than my husband liked my body. The first time I spotted the lads taking lingering glances at my form, I found my most private area getting damp and at the end of the days lectures quickly drove home, my hand stroking against the stitching in my jeans that ran against my underwear covered mound. I pressed hard against my crotch driving the hard line of stitching into my pussy, forcing my lips to open up and accept the pressure my fingers we exerting. I found my clitoris and pushed my jeans firmly to it, loving the roughness of my jeans rubbing my button through the thin material of my underwear, which was rapidly becoming a sodden mess.
I wanted to get home as quickly as possible, to either screw my husband or if he wasn't interested then to stroke myself to the release I so badly needed. Unfortunately the fates were conspiring to delay the satisfaction of my desire, as I had got stuck in the middle of a backlog of traffic. Rather than let it annoy me I grabbed my jacket, pulled it over my lap then began to undo my belt, button and zip. Looking around to make sure I wasn't being watched I slipped my hand under the elastic of my panties, ran it through the trimmed patch of hair then rubbed my finger against my wet, swollen clitoris. I had to keep an air of composure on my face as I was surrounded by all the other motorists but a small moan escaped my throat as I bit on my bottom lip with the pleasure just touching myself softly had brought.
This was pleasure I had denied myself for so long, having only recently had the nerve, encouraged by my husband, to touch myself in this way. I slid my finger lower until it reached my hot opening, but I held off pushing it inside while I let my desire take me over and decide whether to plunge my finger in or to slowly and teasingly feed it into my depths. The sudden blasting of the horn from the car behind startled me and my hand grabbed at my groin forcing my finger to sink knuckle deep inside. Flustering I got the car moving with the traffic, but still had my finger twitching against my now contracting pussy walls. As the traffic began to speed up, I was left with no choice but to pull my hand away from my pussy. Grabbing the gear stick as fast as I could, I changed gear then rubbed again at my sodden slit.
I drove like this most of the way home, hand alternating between changing gear and stroking myself, keeping my pleasure heightened. I arrived home with just one thought in my mind; fucking my husbands cock. I walked through the door to find him feeding our children and cooking a meal for ourselves. My emotions suddenly mixed in a whirlpool of love, desire, gratitude and shame. Seeing how much he had and was doing made me feel so lucky that he was supporting me and not taking me for granted. I thought of my drive home and how I would have to wait to satisfy my lust, when an image of Kris and Rob running their eyes over my body brought a pang of guilt mixed with desire.
I walked to my kids and kissed them both as they were eating, then continued into the kitchen and put my arms around Paul and held him tight.
"Good day?" he asked
"Yes, but quite stressful and I'm in need of a release tonight," I replied giving him my sexiest look. Paul grinned and said "let me finish cooking, I get the feeling I might need the energy." Laughing he turned back to the oven and continued making our meal.
I got our children changed and into bed then went back downstairs to find the food ready and waiting. I found myself eating quicker than I ever had, and soon cleared away our dishes. Walking out of the kitchen towards my husband I found my body taking on its own little wiggle, kicking my hips out as I walked and pushing my chest forward. Paul looking up noticed this different posture coming towards him. Assisted by a look of desire on my face, he soon got the hint!
Standing up he turned to go upstairs, until I grabbed hold of him, pulling him back and pushing so he fell backwards onto the sofa. I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart, my hands sliding up his thighs to his belt, quickly unfastening, unbuttoning and unzipping until his semi hard cock was revealed. I tugged at his jeans, Paul lifted his hips up allowing me to move them down his legs just enough so I could get to his shaven balls. Knowing I can only take him very deep into my mouth when he is at most half erect I dropped my head to his lap, pushing the tip of my tongue to lick the drop of pre cum from his dick before sinking down and enveloping him completely in my warmth. My nose nestled against his trimmed pubic hair as his cock was as far back as I could get it, but I knew I couldn't keep it there without gagging as it was swelling and becoming harder.
Paul's moans let me know I was doing something right, so I pulled my mouth slowly back up to the tip, my tongue flicking and circling his shaft as I moved upwards. I reached under him to grab his hot, heavy balls and squeezed gently making him gasp. I dribbled a large glob of saliva over his cock and sucked my mouth in a tight seal around his tip, then began to work his shaft with my hand. His cock was getting very slippery, with all the spit running from my mouth down to his balls, sucking him was literally making my mouth water.
I slipped a finger into my mouth, wetting it before sliding it onto his asshole and pushing lightly, feeling his initial resistance which I know never lasts, before he relaxed and exhaled deeply as my finger sank in slowly. His hips thrust forward pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, testing the limits of what I could comfortably take. I worked my finger deeper into his ass, twisting it slowly while still sucking his swollen tip and working his pulsating shaft with my other hand, this type of multi tasking is always my favourite!
I could feel his balls tighten and his cock swelling even more and knew he would soon shoot his sperm in my mouth, but I've never been fond of this so I slowed my stroking and removed him from my mouth. He moaned more in disappointment than pleasure, I know how much he has wanted to cum in my mouth for ages but just can't bring myself to do it. I moved up his body and began unfastening my jeans as my mouth reached his ear.
