On A Journey Ch 01

Older married woman discovers sex with best friend's lodger.

Day 1

Being a woman of a certain age I had lost interest in sex. I thought this was due to age and possibly the shortcomings of my husband. He was on the uninspiring side of size and, I'm afraid, rather unimaginative in meeting my needs. He was certainly imaginative in what he wanted, which made no sense to me. A slew of visits to my friend in Bristol has changed all that.

Eleanor and I went back many years. I had been visiting her ever since she moved to Bristol. Jay, her husband, was promoted a year or so ago into a job that required a lot of travel. Their children had also left home. Eleanor found herself alone a lot in a large house. So they decided to rent out one of the spare bedrooms and offer the others for guests.

I thus arrived to have my first dinner with Peter, a lodger. He was a charming young man and somewhat flirtatious. At first I was taken aback but came to rather enjoy the attention. I had the impression that he would have happily come to bed with me. I explained this to Eleanor at breakfast, waiting, of course until Peter had left for work.

"Oh, yes, isn't he just," cooed Eleanor.

"If it weren't for Dean I'd have been sorely tempted to see how far his flirtations would go."

Eleanor smiled. "You should've."

I looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"He quite likes older woman." The big smile on her face said it all.

"You don't mean.... What about Jay? What does he..."

"Jay is gone for days on end. He has no idea what goes on." I looked at her in amazement. "I have to admit, I had the same misgivings as you are probably feeling now. But after a month of Peter being around while Jay was away, well you have had only one night's experience of his charms. My defenses eventually crumbled. I was filled guilt and terror when I finally asked him into my room. I was shaking as he revealed his naked body. I thought my heart was going to burst as he gently undressed me and guided me onto the bed. But all that melted away. I can attest his love making is as good as his charm. I'd recommend you try it!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. During the day I occasionally brought conversation back to Eleanor's experience. She firmly guaranteed that Peter would not tell a soul and neither would she. "What happens in Bristol stays in Bristol. Besides, he's got a libido that doesn't stop."

"Surely he has girl friends," I queried.

"Oh he does. Even has had them at the house. His current one, the longest one that I have seen, I think has lasted because I... um.... help defuse some of his energies." I looked at Eleanor in shock. "Yes, before I started channeling his energy one of his girlfriends confided that she couldn't keep up with him. Poor dear looked exhausted, as well." We both laughed. "Do you want me to ask him to join us for dinner again." I looked hesitant. "No obligation, so to speak." I knew I was playing with fire but it felt very good!

So, that evening Peter joined us again for dinner. This time I joined in the flirting. As the night wore on I became more comfortable with dropping hints that I was up for more than banter. He excused himself first, which was a disappointment. "Don't lose heart," Eleanor consoled. "He didn't join my bed on the first night."

Day 2

Well, I thought, this is the second night of a six-night visit so not sure I'd have that luxury. I too excused myself and retired to bed. I left the door open hoping that Peter would understand my willingness. After what seemed an eternity, I heard movement. Like Eleanor, my heart started to race. My mind filled with thoughts of betrayal and guilt. I froze solid.

He took his clothes off. The table lamp showed his luscious body. I could see how Eleanor would be unable to say NO. He slid under the covers. "I'll stop anytime you want. Just say..." I covered his lips. I couldn't believe he'd want to see a body as old as mine so I just lay there. He seemed happy with this as he lifted my nightie and I instinctively moaned my approval. I was naked underneath in anticipation of his visit.

"Open your mouth." I looked at him quizzically. "In case you scream. Or are you happy to wake up Eleanor?" I couldn't really think. I had never screamed when I had an orgasm. But then I had never had an orgasm from someone not my husband in a very long time. And Dean and I hadn't had much of an active sex life. To say I was out of practice would be an understatement. So I opened my mouth. I felt his shorts fill my mouth. I wanted to object as the taste filtered to my mouth. But by this time he had pulled the nightie over my head using it to pull up my arms so that he had full access to my naked body. He then tied the nightie to the headboard. I would have been furious if Dean had put me in such a constricted and helpless position. I couldn't see, speak or interact in anyway with what was happening. I had been turned into a sex toy for him. And I loved it!

He worked on my body for hours, though it was probably only 10 or so minutes. But it was more amazing sex than I had ever had with Dean. The high point was when he slipped his sizeable manhood into me. Maybe the complete loss of control made it feel bigger; or increased the intensity. Regardless, it was the most erotic feeling I had had in a very long time, if ever. I felt his full weight as his body pressed against mine. He ground his hips expertly so that I could feel him inside me. When he pulled out, I pushed my hips up as best I could. He used the tip of his cock to tickly my clit. I wanted to scream my head off the feelings were so intense. He then rammed himself deep into me. He did this several times. Finally, my body was racked with the orgasm. It was a good thing that his shorts were in my mouth and not where they should be! I then felt more than heard him get up and leave the room leaving me like I was nothing but a discarded sex toy. To say I was a raging mixture of anger, humiliation, guilt and ecstasy was an understatement. The first step, of course, was to extracted myself from my nightie. The second was to remove his shorts. By this time, ecstasy won out as I happily drifted off to sleep.

Day 3

I woke up to find him gone but a calming warmth in my body. I looked at my naked body amazed anyone could make me feel this way. I got myself cleaned up and headed down for breakfast. Peter and Eleanor were already there.

"Well, I guess from the time you had a pretty good night last night!" I blushed at Eleanor's question.

"I must admit I had a very enjoyable night as well and slept like a log." Peter smiled and excused himself for work.

"Does it really show?" I asked hesitantly.

"How could it not, if it was half the experience I had." We both laughed. "And how do you feel?"

"Just amazing."

"And would you want to do it again?"

I was surprised by her directness. "Not many women could resist, I suspect." Eleanor nodded. "But once seems reasonable. I do love Dean, even with his failings. Asking for another night, well that would seem like betrayal. I just don't think I could do that to him." Our discussion moved on to safer ground. During the day she made the occasional, rather oblique reference to the previous night that irked me at first. After all, I was trying to stay loyal to my husband. But the repetition mostly reminded me of how wonderful I felt. Thus, by the time we had dinner with Peter I was ready for another session.

Eleanor had to excuse herself early. "I have an early class so need to be out the door by 6. I'll leave you to things." She smiled. My heart started beating.

Peter made small talk while I was agonizing hoping he would broach the subject. I had the suspicion he was playing with me. This both angered and frustrated me. Frustration won out and I heard myself pop the question. "Would you be up for another visitation tonight?" I tried to smile as seductively as I could manage.

"Well, that depends." I looked surprised. "If I visit tonight then I'd have to restrain you as before. I suspect if I hadn't last night you would have woken up the neighborhood." He smiled. I blushed knowing that he was right. "However, if you come over after Eleanor has gone in the morning I can leave your vocal cords free."

Day 4

I had no problems agreeing to that. I retired at that saying I wanted to ensure I had my beauty sleep. My heart pumped as I got ready for bed. I couldn't believe I had made an appointment to go to another man's room for sex. I felt like a teenager in heat. I slept fitfully afraid I would miss Eleanor. I finally heard her moving around the house and finally closing the door behind her.

I got out of bed and stopped at my door. I realised I wouldn't need knickers so took them off. I then went another step and took off my nightie. If I was going to do this, I might as well go all natural! I crossed the hallway with palpitations. I knocked on his door. He told me to come and I slid in.

He surprised me by being near the door. "That's not quite what I expected but I can solve that." I couldn't figure out what he meant as he turned away. It was on the dark side so I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. He came back carrying a bag. His arms engulfed my body. He then moved me against the wall. It felt absolutely marvelous even though I couldn't move a muscle. I was expecting a deep throated kiss followed by his manhood entering me. Instead, I was shocked by a bag being put over my head. I felt him hard against my face as he moved both my arms behind me. I felt what I assumed was the belt to his bath robe go around my wrists. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He then stepped back and I found that my arms were securely tied behind me. Fear flooded me as I realised that I was completely under his control and there was no one in the house. There was nothing I could do as he lifted me and dropped me on the bed. Terror filled me as I expected to feel him rip into me. Instead, he started to once again play my body. The emotional swing was explosive. Dean could never have provided such an intense ecstasy in me. Looking back on things, I suspect this was the moment that I was forever trapped in Peter's clutches. But at that moment I never wanted it to stop; and guess I still don't! All that is for later.

It was an enjoyable experience of being totally an utterly dominated. I had no sense of time, just joy. He moved his hands all around my body. He grabbed both of my breasts and pulled the nipples as far as they would go. This created pain and excitement. My husband would never have done this and I would never have allowed it. But with Peter, that all evaporated. I was thrilled someone was that taken by my breasts. And I couldn't do anything anyway. He let them go and started rubbing them gently. My nipples had never been so hard. He then lifted himself up and I followed with my body. I didn't want to stop feeling his body on mine. He pinned my down by sitting on my pelvis and continued playing with my boobs. It was heavenly. I just continued to moan and beg for me. Eventually he slipped his wonderful cock into my soaking vagina for the coup de grace. Yes, it was a good thing that Eleanor was not there!

After several minutes of catching our breath I heard some unexpected and out of character words. "You are a pretty hot and desperate slut." My head tried to figure out what was going on. "Your husband must be pretty pathetic with a dick the size of pin and the imagination of a nat." I was stunned into silence. He was of course correct but I certainly didn't want to agree given his tone. "Come on you, old bitch. Tell me if I'm right."

"You may be right about my husband," I replied trying to lighten the tone. "However, I may be old, but I'm no bitch." I tried to defend myself. "And I'm certainly no desperate slut."

"Well, let's find out. I'm going down to have my breakfast. A sexually active wife with a capable and imaginative husband who satisfies her desires will return to her room waiting to be freed. A sex starved slut with a pathetic wimp for a husband will come down and beg for more 'visitations' as you called them. See you soon either way."

"That's a pretty harsh choice. And how the heck would I be able to get down stairs like this?"

He laughed. "Desperation makes the mind very keen on solving problems. I look forward to seeing you."

He then left me on the bed. I just lay there a mass of conflicting emotions. What he said about Dean was pretty close to the truth. I didn't want to admit what he said of me was anywhere near close to the truth. Yet he implied that I was, I was.... No I couldn't admit that to myself. And yet, the emotions coursing through my body were probably what Dean was now desiring himself. I couldn't understand why he asked periodically for me to play games with him, treat him with disguised contempt, offer minor humiliations. If he would get a tenth of the excitement that I was feeling now Dean could become a changed man. I was certainly becoming a changed woman. I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed. No, I couldn't do that to Dean or myself. I resolved to get myself up and wait in my bedroom.

I got up slowly off the bed and felt my way slowly to the door with my feet. Being hooded and with my hands tied was a very new experience, to say the least. I got in the middle of the hallway ready to turn towards my room. That's when I felt his copious amounts of cum oozing down my legs. Dean had never been able to fill me with that much love juice. "Listen to me. What language!" I had never felt a cock so big that went so far into my love canal. It almost felt like he was tickling my throat he was so big. And the way he made my cunt sopping wet in preparation to accept his meat. As my thoughts went into the gutter my body turned to the stairs. I knew there was nothing to hit until the stairs so it was easy to get to the top one.

I then went down the stairs one by one. It was as though I was lowering myself to the sex starved slut Peter accused me of being. The warmth of his cum as it slowly moved down my legs took over. By the time I got to the bottom step, I didn't care what I was. I just knew that I would become whatever he wanted on the promise of more visitations. I was of the age where sex was supposed to stop. Yet when I turned the corner I would be defenseless while exposing my naked body to someone I couldn't even see. To my utter amazement, I felt a shudder in my vagina signaling an orgasm spreading through my body.

I turned the corner into a new world. I had never felt such confusion running through me. Beyond belief, this only got worse as I stood there in the silence not knowing what would happen. "That's just what I like to see. A cunt ready to be fucked."

I blanched under the hood but had to admit he was right. I tried to giggle. "That's a bit rough," I mumbled. "Not sure that's true."

"Let's see." The next thing I felt was his cock rammed into me. It felt so much bigger. I didn't know if that was because of the position, coming down from an orgasm or my body was more sensitive due to the degrading position I had put myself in. Regardless, it felt stupendous. "What are you thinking now? That you're a happily married woman betraying a husband who can satisfy her needs?" He grabbed my butt with his hands so he could force himself in deeper. I could feel his hot breath through the hood. "Or a slut desperate to find real cock that satisfies her long neglected slit? A wife who'd sell out her inadequate wimp of a husband so she could become a slave to other men's desires? An old piece of worn out meat begging to be tenderized by someone who knows what they're doing?" I couldn't believe what he was saying. I would never have imagined myself accepting such things said about me. But now I just stood their accepting it all with his monster tool tenderizing my innards into nirvana. "Say something or I will stop."

"You're right." I heard myself say. "My god, make me your whore. Treat me as your play thing for endless fucks. Ram it home. I'm nothing but a piece of meat desperate to be tenderized by your hot juices."

I never knew anything could get as far into me as was happening. He was crushing me against the wall and forcing his cock up my love canal. We both exploded at the same time. Being sandwiched between him and the wall made it impossible to move. The energy ripped through my body with nowhere to go. Every one of the contractions intensified the feelings. Finally, I could feel him soften and he slowly released me. My knees were unable to hold me up so I slowly slide down the wall.

"Did you enjoy that?" I could barely nod. "Do you want more?"

"Not now, please. I'm a, I'm a..."

I heard him chuckle. "Guess I'd best be off then?" He left me like a used condom on the floor with his cum slowly oozing out of me. It was both humiliating and exhilarating. It wasn't until I heard the door close that I could roust myself from the floor. My body was aching from excitement and I could barely walk. But then I didn't want to lose the moment. I wiggled my wrists to loosen the belt. And removed the hood to look at my shattered body. I smiled at how good it looked and how much fun it had given me. I gathered myself to figure out what to do next. Staunching the flow of cum was first. I had never had so much in me. What a wonderful achievement. I used the hood to mop up the cum so I wouldn't leave anything on the carpet on the stairs. I smiled that I was left to clean up the mess he made. He really did take advantage of me. Instead of being ashamed or angry I was pleased to prolong the experience. I got myself upstairs for the most soothing hot bath I had ever had. My vagina was pleasantly tingling as I got out and dried myself off.

When I got myself to where Eleanor and had agreed to meet, I was obviously still aglow. "You must have had quite the morning!" I could hardly deny it. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

I couldn't believe what came out of me. I was like a little school girl who just had her first kiss. The excitement was bursting out of me. "Three orgasms in one morning!"

Eleanor laughed. "So you see why I am glad to have him when Jay is away?" she asked conspiratorially.

"Do I, heck, as they say these days. Dean hasn't been able to do that for years." Eleanor looked at my dubiously. "Okay. He never was able to do that. And actually hasn't even been close with that wimpy little nub of his." There was a howl of laughter. I had never talked about Dean in such disparaging terms. But they were true. And Peter was teaching me to see some sexual truths.

I didn't tell Eleanor about what was said but I couldn't help explain we had done it in the kitchen. "Oh, god, I didn't mean." I could feel myself turning red.

"What, on my nice clean floor!"

"Well, actually pinned against the wall." In order to fill the space I babbled on. "I never felt such a wondrous tool so far into my body. I just couldn't stop myself. He did ask and I agreed."

"You just agreed? Remember, I know Peter."

"You're right. I begged him to. Oh, Eleanor, I couldn't stop myself. It just felt so spectacularly wonderful. Nothing like I had ever had before! Are you shocked?" I was worried I had threatened our relationship.

She smiled reassuringly. "I would only caution that you are playing with fire." My face dropped. "Oh, don't worry. I've played with that fire on many an occasion and have only been singed a few times. I never regret it but you have to have boundary lines and self-control. And of course a husband that provides a reasonable facsimile. Otherwise you might be consumed by it." I tried to take this in as she moved the conversation onto other topics.

That night after dinner Peter looked in on me. I knew he was angling for an invitation but I was still recovering from the morning. It was a bit awkward as I still hadn't got used to being so direct about sex. "Well, tell you what, if you think you'll be ready for some activities tomorrow evening, come down naked in the morning. That will be the signal." I agreed without much thought.