Sex and the younger man

My current lover is 8 years younger than me, and boy, oh boy, does that make a difference.

Our first night together, he stayed all night. We had taken some time to get to know each other and finally decided to spend some time alone. I was home sick, he was free..... but it was getting late. We were texting back and forth, he offered to come and look after me, I demurred, we eventually agreed that he would call down but as it was late he could stay the night rather than try to get home again.

About 40 minutes later, he arrived. I was panicking slightly, but also excited .... he was really sweet, but I was also stuck with him all night! If it came to the worst, I could put him in the spare room.

So he arrived, we cuddled on the sofa for a bit and then he kissed me. The kisses were hot and intense, and his hands started roaming very swiftly. The kissing intensified and we swiftly moved through to the bedroom.

Over the course of the night, I got no sleep. He literally fucked me all night. Him on top, me on top, on our sides, from behind. There was no part of my body he didn't touch, stroke, lick and kiss. He used his tongue to tease me all over, he fondled my breasts, he literally couldn't keep his hands off me. Every time I thought we were done, there was more, he would kiss me again, touch me again, his hand would snake down between my thighs. I was soaking wet all night, all morning.... we stayed in bed until 2 in the afternoon, then went back to bed for another go before he left at about 5.

He had endless stamina, he came eleven times, in my mouth, on my breasts, even in my ass. It was the first time I had done anal - I had never allowed it before but there is something about this guy, some kind of animal attraction that makes me allow him to do things to me that I would never allow anybody else, such as anal. I was surprised to find that it was actually quite good, although my pussy definitely felt the loss....

I've never had so much sex in one night, never felt quite so satisfied afterwards. If he came eleven times, I don't think I could possible estimate how many orgasms he got out of me - and they were all of the types of orgasm I talked about before, including multiple. What helped was the fact that my orgasm turns him on even more, feeling my wetness, my body shake, my helpless whimpers of pleasure, and the tightness of my pussy contracting on him if he was inside me at the time.... he loves it.

Needless to say, I've seen him again - I'm not letting this go! Seriously amazing sex. And he's into me. Like, really into me, which helps.

The reason, in case you're wondering, that I haven't gone into the fine details of what and where and how I felt, is that the night was so intense, and the sex was so hot that I can't actually break it down. It all just blended together.

Erotica....

Malcolm and I co-wrote this erotic story a while back. He came up with the premise, I did the writing and detail. You like?

Blackout

As I stepped into the elevator I sighed to myself. It had been a horrendous morning and I was already exhausted. The heat of the city was getting to me and I just wanted to get out of the office and grab some lunch somewhere quiet and de-stress before the mayhem of the afternoon. As the elevator slowly began its descent, I was vaguely aware of it filling up, the feeling of my personal space shrinking, but I was too busy thinking about all the things I had to do to take much notice of my fellow passengers.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Before I could react, we were plunged into utter darkness. I could feel the panic rising around me as the women in the elevator started to talk swiftly and angrily. As I stood there, in the corner, my back against the wall, I felt my personal space shrink even further. There was a presence in front of me, a strong, large presence. A man. I would have felt threatened, only I breathed in deeply and my senses were assaulted by his smell, masculine, clean, musky and so deeply sexy that I was intoxicated. I felt immediately at ease and safe. And incredibly aroused.
As I stood there with baited breath, I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. Just when I could stand it no more, I felt the lightest touch, fingertips tracing my face, dragging over my lips, down my neck and brushing over my collarbone before gently reaching down to the parting of my skirt. He was right in front of me, I could feel the whisper of his breath on my neck as his wonderfully sexy aroma lulled me into a fugue like state where I would let this man do anything to me in this moment.
He seemed to sense my acquiescence to his desires, as he gently parted my skirt and ran his fingertips lightly up my leg to trace the lace on the top of my stockings. With a sudden shiver I remember that the heat of say prompted my decision this morning to forego underwear, and that if he were to just move his hand a little further, he would discover not only this absence but also a tell-tale dampness that would betray my extreme arousal. Shifting my weight slightly I open my legs to give him access, to allow him to discover everything.
I gasped as after touching me so gently before, with a sudden firmness he thrust one, then two large fingers inside me, a feeling of pleasure so intense that my knees weakened and I thought would conquer me completely, until his thumb brushed over then found my clitoris and started to rub it as he moved his fingers in and out of me, causing the pleasure to build incredibly quickly until I climaxed with a jagged gasp and shudder, my juices coating his hand that was hidden under my skirt.
At that moment, the elevator lights came flooding on, to the cheers and whoops of the other occupants. As the downward motion restarted, I looked up into the sky blue eyes of the man in front of me, and my breath was taken away by this sexy stranger who still secretly kept two fingers held inside me. As the elevator stopped on the next floor, everyone got out, glad to be free, except my secret lover and I.
Knowing we had only minutes, I pushed him against the wall, unzipped his trousers and freed his throbbing member from the confines of his pants. I barely had time to admire its shapeliness before I took him deep into my mouth and sucked hard, feeling his hands in my hair and hearing his appreciative groan. It took seconds, he was so ready, with one flick of my tongue over his tip, he groaned again and filled my mouth with his salty taste, which I swallowed before licking him clean.
We barely had time before the elevator stopped again, doors opening on the ground floor. Without exchanging a word, I exited, turning right, at the same time as he exited, turning left. I knew that I would most likely never see my secret lover again, but I was certainly much less worried about my workload for the afternoon!

Orgasmic myths confirmed.

Ok, so we all know that a sure fire way to a female orgasm is through clitoral stimulation, right? Good. I was fairly sure, in fact COMPLETELY sure that this was the only way I could personally orgasm. Manual stimulation, a nice circular movement, use of a tongue does wonders as does a vibrator pressed against it. I have always been able to climax that way, and can have some pretty damn powerful orgasms.

But there are stories, in women's magazines and erotic literature, of different types of female orgasm. The clitoral, the g-spot, the vaginal and the multiple. The clitoral was the one we all knew about, but these others, well.... slightly more elusive.

Myth 1 - the G-Spot Orgasm

Fairly early into my relationship with Julian, we were in bed, having some pretty steamy foreplay. He was lying on his side, and had pulled my leg over his hips, spreading my legs open. He had slipped a finger inside me and was teasing me as we kissed. After a few minutes I started to feel something unusual, an intense pleasure from where his fingertip was. It took me a moment to realise that he was actually rubbing my g-spot, and that it was working. As we kissed, I could feel the intensity of the pleasure increase until I cried out and held him close, having experienced my first g-spot orgasm. I kissed him intently afterwards, slightly amazed at what had just happened. I told him that nobody had ever done that to me before, naturally he was very proud of his abilities as a lover.

Myth 2 - The Vaginal Orgasm

The first time I spent the whole night with Julian, we made love several times. When we arrived at his house, he pulled me down onto the sofa and started kissing me passionately before telling me that he had to have me, and I had better get upstairs or else he would have no control and take me right there on the floor. I found that to be incredibly sexy.

Sex, as in actual penetration, whilst pleasant, had never held the orgasmic appeal of oral to me. I liked it, but it didn't make me come. But this time, something changed. As I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around him, and Julian gently thrust into me, I started to feel a pleasure that I had never felt before. It built up so softly and sweetly that I didn't really understand what it was until I felt my muscles contract and my body shiver with the pleasure of it. It was an orgasm, and it happened with no clitoral stimulation at all. It was a completely different type of orgasm as well, if you imagine a clitoral orgasm being akin to surfing on a tidal wave, this was a Sunday afternoon paddle on the water - softer, sweeter, but by no means less satisfying. I was in shock, I really had no idea that it was even possible to come with no clitoral stimulation, and yet, I had. It wasn't a one-off, either, it happened between us many times from then on in, and sometimes we even came simultaneously - very sexy with a whisper of "I love you".

Myth 3 - The Multiple Orgasm

This one I will remember for as long as I live. I had spent the evening helping him to unpack and sort out his new place, and we put some rice on to go with the dinner I brought. We were upstairs, I'd made up his bed, and he told me that he was very grateful for all my help and wondered how he could repay me. He started kissing me and swiftly stripped me out of my clothes before laying me down on the bed and using his tongue to tease me to an intense orgasm. As I was recovering, he kissed his way slowly up my body, concentrating on my breasts, and then my neck, before slipping on a condom and making love to me. As soon as he entered me, I felt a wave of pleasure, I started to come immediately, and continued to do so for the whole twenty minutes or so (yes, you read that right) that he made love to me. I moved against him a little, but was basically lost in ecstasy for the whole experience. The orgasm just kept on coming, rolling over and over me like waves on a beach, endless. It was incredible, and the two or three times that it happened between us, were just amazing.

So, I was lucky enough to experience all of these - and hopefully I will again.

The romance continues

Over the next few weeks, Julian and I met up when we could. We found a little coffee shop where we would meet for coffee after work on a Wednesday, and if we got the sofa by the window, we could surreptitiously hold hands. When he had the house to himself, I went round in the evenings after dinner, and we would talk, chat and kiss before invariably ending up in bed.

I loved his attentions, he would kiss me with such depth, he would stroke my hair, look deeply into my eyes and hold me close as he made love to me. His lovemaking was soft, slow and sensual, to the extent that I wondered if he was holding back... I whispered to him on the third night that we made love that he didn't always have to be just so gentle, and he said that he liked that. He told me later that he knew then he'd have to up his game.

He would be away a lot with work a lot over the next few weeks but email and text played a big part of our relationship. He was always in touch in some way.... and he definitely had a romantic side.

Some email snippets:

I reckon that not only will it take a while to sink in, but it will take some time - and time together - to define. I'm not sure what I expected when posting the ad - it wasn't casual sex, it wasn't marriage, but it wasn't you either. Obviously the surprise has been great.
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I guess I meant that that's what makes all this so real. You're not just someone I clicked with as a friend, you're not just someone I slept with. There's way more going on.
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So there's nothing much to tell, but that's the beauty of this e-mail. I want to tell you everything.
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The idea of waking up next to you, followed by the ability to hold you close as we talk about the day ahead would be a good start. Breakfast in bed. Newspaper, perhaps, or books. Just a slow start. Though there might be some moments of slightly more activity ;-)
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Well our first few Saturday mornings together will be very relaxing... but I'm playing my cards for more than just a few.
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Mushy texting may be over, but mushy feelings remain.
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I'm in the DC public library, which is not conducive to writing e-mails to ones who feel long-lost.
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I've been wandering around all day, wondering how long I can leave it before next e-mailing you. I'm rather pround of lasting three hours. Not sure if I'll get back here today, though. You literally haven't been apart from me today, and I like it like that. I cannot express just how overwhelmed I am by this.
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Hey you... cuddles, love and kisses as I depart.
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As you can see - very endearing. Any wonder I started to fall for him.......

The Morning After the Night Before

I have to say, I liked Julian. A lot. But I also wasn't stupid, I was married, he was married... I didn't know what would happen next but I certainly didn't have high expectations. However, the next morning, I was woken by a buzzing on my phone - a text message from Julian asking, "Are you absorbing?" We considered the fact that neither of us had expected things to go so well, or to get along so well. He wasn't sure if he should apologise for things going so quickly, because he didn't want me to think that was all that he wanted from me. He went on to text, "Goodness knows what's in the time ahead, but I'm very glad we've found each other."

He went on to ask if I could meet him that day and we agreed to meet at the shopping centre near his house. We met at the supermarket part and I had a few things to grab while I was there. When that was done, we walked through the centre, chatting. We vaguely discussed going for a coffee, but it was all so vague... eventually I asked him what he wanted to do. He said that what he really wanted to kiss me, but that he couldn't do it there. I agreed, and after some discussion, we decided to go back to his. When we got there, he brought me into the living room and we sat at the dining room table. He said that it was odd, facing the reality of what we were doing, embarking upon an affair. I asked him if he wanted to stop, and he said that he was sure that he did not.

He started kissing me there, and again, I could feel the passion building from the moment his lips touched mine. It didn't take too long before we moved upstairs again and again my clothes seemed to evaporate in the passion of the embraces. He had confessed to me that he had never received oral in his eight year relationship, and I figured that even if nothing was going to happen between us, that deserved to be changed..... so I kissed my way down his body, stroking him with my hand before taking him into my mouth. His gasp of surprise and pleasure encouraged me to suck and lick him for a few moments as his hands snaked down to entwine themselves in my hair. After a while, I pulled away, and he whispered, "Can I try?" I murmured my assent, and he laid me down before moving down to lie between my legs and tease me with his tongue, making me shiver with delight. He kissed and licked me for a few more minutes before coming back up to kiss me some more, the passion building as we wrapped our arms around each other. Again I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it felt good... so I asked him, very softly, if he wanted me. With a kiss, he told me he did, and then, slipping on a condom, pushed himself in side me. He made love to me slowly and gently, each movement sweet and thrilling. As we made love, he kissed me and held me tightly. When it was over, we cuddled and kissed some more, we talked and laughed, felt comfortable and contented.

Eventually, we had to move. I helped him to change the sheets on the bed before I left, and he kissed me goodbye before I went. I didn't know when I would see him again, but I hoped it would be soon.

Blind date

Saturday, in March. I had planned, after weeks of texting, to meet Julian in town at a local Starbucks. I had been to a beauty salon that day as a birthday treat from a friend, had a facial and a manicure, and I took time with my hair and makeup. I was wearing my glasses, and I wore bootcut jeans with a raspberry silk vest top, a black cashmere cardigan and really cute little raspberry shoes.

I arrived at the designated meeting spot, and waited. My stomach was in knots - what if he didn't turn up? What if he did turn up and he was a prat? Or an axe murderer? So, after a minute or two of waiting, I heard a soft, cultured voice call my name. My first thought was that I thought he would be taller - he has said he was 5ft11, and he didn't seem much taller than me. I certainly wasn't wearing 5" heels!

He said that there was a little out of the way coffee shop around the corner, and we walked. I started to feel slightly uneasy after a few minutes when we left the 'city' part and things started to look decidedly residential, but the coffee shop was where he said it would be. Unfortunately it was also closed, so we headed back to Starbucks. He bought me a cup of tea and we got a nice table with comfy seats by the window. The conversation just flowed effortlessly, we talked like we were old friends. There were no awkward silences, and we had a lot in common, similar families, similar jobs, there was a lot of notes to compare. We were talking and laughing, it just felt really natural. And by this time, I had decided that he was definitely cute. He had told me that his mother was Indian, but he didn't have Indian features as such, just lovely tanned skin, dark hair, chocolately brown eyes and a really nice smile.

It came to that point where we had finished our tea and coffee and had to move on, but where to? Therin lay the awkwardness. As we stepped outside, the evening had cooled slightly, and he intimated that the offer for pizza was still on the table. We went in his car, leaving my car parked in town, and he took me home with him. Yes, I know this breaks all the rules of common sense, but I felt safe, somehow.

We arrived at his house, he installed me on the sofa and got me a drink of water. He had three cats, who showed varying amounts of interest as he put the pizza in the oven and we continued to chat, by now comparing crappy marriage stories. He told me that his wife was seriously depressed, and that on occasion she had even hit him, and that their sex life was non existent. I told him a bit more about my situation and we empathised. Then we shared the pizza and some chips, and chatted on.

Eventually there came a point, where it became obvious that something was going to have to happen. We were sitting beside each other, one of the cats between us, and we were both petting the cat. As our hands touched, he took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me. Again, although I definitely found him attractive, I didn't know until that moment if I would feel any chemistry, but oh my goodness, was there chemistry. My pulse raced, my palms and wrists tingled and I felt a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, his hand moving up to softly brush my face, gesture both sensually erotic and tender. My hands rested on his waist and he gently ran his hand over my shoulder and down my arm, kissing me deeply, before moving his lips along to my chin, and down my neck. I have a serious weakness for having my neck kissed, it renders me quivering with desire, and he exploited this mercilessly, planting feather soft kisses down my neck and twitching my cardigan aside to kiss my shoulder and collarbone as well. The cat had been shooed to the floor and we were lost in the passion of our embrace... almost. It was at this point that I realised I was allergic to cats.



One of the three cats that tried to get to me through my allergies. This one was extra sneaky, he employed cuddles as a tactic.

My breathing, which had quickened with passion, became increasingly laboured until I can only describe the sound that came from my throat as deeply unattractive wheezing. Concerned, Julian stopped kissing me to ask if i was alright, I think he was afraid I was going to die on his sofa. I assured him I was fine, or as fine as I could be under the circumstances of an allergic reaction, and he tentatively suggested that upstairs might be less infested with cat hair, and therefore provide a more comfortable breathing environment. I knew full well that if I went upstairs with him that more kissing would ensue.... but I wanted more kissing. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted, and kissing did that.

We went into his bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I had left my shoes downstairs, and I took my cardigan off as it was warm. The room was dark, dimly lit, and he sat beside me for a kiss, before laying me down to kiss me some more. His kisses were just right, firm and tender, with just enough tongue..... sending shivers through me and making me feel sexy and filled with desire. He moved his hands over my clothes, feeling my curves and stroking my skin that was exposed, before pulling my hand to sit me up and removing first my top and then my bra. Laying me down again he kissed my neck while stroking my breasts before hungrily kissing them and taking my nipples into his mouth, one after the other. His mouth felt hot and his tongue teased me while his hands traversed my body. I pulled at his shirt, and it seemed to almost melt away, then ran my hands over his body. He wasn't skinny or fat as such, somewhere in between, and I liked it. Big enough to make me feel in proportion without being too big, and I really loved his hairiness. As we continued to kiss, his hands found the buttons of my jeans and he unbuttoned them, then slipped them off, my underwear with them. His trousers hit the floor shortly after.

So there we were, on the bed in the dark, kissing, naked ...... there was a small part of me that couldn't quite believe it was happening. He softly stroked between my legs with his fingers, catching a hint of my wetness, and I ran my hand over his hardness but mostly concentrated on kissing and touching all over. As we moved around we found ourselves to be very close, me on my back, him on top of me, between my thighs, his hardness just brushing my entrance.. and he asked if he should get a condom. I said I thought it was too soon, and he kissed me deeply some more, paying more attention to my breasts.

At some point, I said, "Julian, I really do like you......"
He replied, "Oh, I know.. you too ..... can you slip away again tomorrow?"

Eventually it occurred to me to check the time, I really needed to be home before midnight, and it was just after 11. Kissing me heartily, he said he didn't want me to get in trouble the first time. I responded saucily, "You think there'll be more times?" and he was very clear that he didn't bring girls home and snog them very often, so yes.

Giggling I said something that I had had no intention of saying that night. "Did you see where my knickers went?" and when I had composed myself, he drove me back to my car. It didn't feel weird or awkward at all, and he kissed me again when he dropped me off and promised to be in touch soon.

I went home, and went to bed with my heart racing. It had been so lovely to be held and kissed, touched and wanted. I didn't know if what would happen next, but it was exciting. Nothing could have prepared me for how things progressed from there...

Online Dating sites

As well as browsing Literotica, I considered the possibility of actually meeting someone in person. But I had no idea of how to go about it. I don't go out to bars, my social scene involves people I've known for years, and who know me as being married!

So I googled local dating, and came up with a website .... Gumtree. As well as classified ads for everything imaginable, they also have a dating section. Using my city as a basis, I read the 'men seeking women' ads. And ... Oh. My. God. There are some odd requests out there. Men looking for casual sex, well, that is fair enough. Men looking for women to watch them masturbate, to just receive or give oral, or to meet them in a car, essentially blind, and fuck there and then.

I browsed the ads for weeks, some of the requests are truly bizarre, and I must confess, I found them to be fascinating. Given my limited sexual experience, I was thrilled and filled with an almost morbid curiosity about other people's sexual desires. From the site tonight, here are a few choice snippets of what men are looking for . . . . . .

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Why is this so hard? Why do I have strange people contacting me?

NB: B-L area only

Long standing Dominant looking for a true and honest female submissive for training. Prefer newcomer but someone already into the lifestyle is fine - but no SAM/brats.

This is a lifestyle choice. No swingers, sex seekers and the like. Only BDSM!

Please be honest about this - no timewasters.

I know there are femmes out there who read this and think "This is me, but I am afraid to answer".

I have met such people and they are really not what they think (a sub/slave) - are you totally sub/slave?

I am looking for a real, long term sub. Due to family health I cannot accommodate.

RSVP

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Hi ladies. I'm attached but not married & i have a freebie next saturday night 17/10/09. Will consider from 18 to 40 years old but you must not be clingy. I'm pretty open minded & hope you will be the same. I can travel & acommodate so getting a place won't be an issue. I'm good looking, decent build (not stringy or fat) & can perform quite well, love giving oral & im bloody good at it Pics will obviously be swapped 1st before any meeting takes place & maybe a chat too if thats important to you. Text preferrable on (mobile phone number)

On MSN too

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Have you a fantasy of paying a man for fun?
Do you have jobs that need doing around your home that you would pay me to do?
I am looking for a wee job on the side. Are you a lonely lady that needs a mans company for whatever. If your paying I'll be there.
Very open minded so should be able to accomodate your requirements.

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Attractive Male, Looking for a female to piss all over him, If she would like to be pissed on too this can also be arranged but is not essential. It doesn't matter what age, size or colour you are, This invite open to ALL females who likes the thought of using me as a human toilet.

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OK HERE IT GOES.
IM 30 AND FOR A GOOD PART OF MY LIFE I HAVE WANTED TO BE WITH AN OLDER WOMAN,IVE RECENTLY CAME INTO SOME MONEY DUE TO A CLAIM AND IM LOOKING TO BLOW A GOOD BIT OF IT BY SPENDING A HOUR OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER WITH SOME ONE OLDER THAN MY SELF.
IM WILLING TO BOOK A HOTEL AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING,IM GUESSING U CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IM LOOKING IN RETURN.IM WILLING TO PAY 300 FOR AN HOUR WITH SOMEONE,NOT LOOKING ANYTHING KINKY JUST STRAIGHT SEX.
WOULD PRF 45PLUS BUT AM OPEN TO OFFERS AND YOUR PRIVACY IS ASSURED AS IS MINE,IM GOOD LOOKING,WELL SO IM TOLD LOL AND WORK OUT 3TIMES A WEEK AT A LOCAL GYM.
100%GENUINE ANSWERS ONLY PLEASE.
THANKS FOR READING

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Hello ladies, i am a tall dark and handsome male who is presently trapped in a loveless marriage, i am looking for an attractive horny woman to awaken the fire inside me again. i have a large cock and can travel to be with you whenever i have some down-time. I know I work too hard but I have to concentrate on something eh? I love woman who are sexually liberated and know what they want. I enjoy foreplay immensely and love giving oral. Would prefer you to be shaved, nothing so nice. get in touch WITH a photo and I will be in touch soon.look forward to hearing from you.
PS The dirtier the email the quicker i'll reply.

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ill get naked and hard, wank on cam as you watch

ill get my fleshlight out and put lube over my thick hard cock

then ill fuck the fleshlight in what ever position you tell me to as you watch along

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I mean, seriously ..... what is going on there! The world is full of crazy people!

But there were two ads that I replied to. They're not there now, sadly I didn't save them. One was a guy, fairly local, looking for no strings sex, saying that looks weren't important. I replied to that one because I was worried that my looks wouldn't be very good. The other was a married man, stated quite plainly that he was educated, intelligent, married, unfulfilled.... He was a similar age to me, and I thought that his situation being similar to mine might be a good thing.

So, the first guy, Chris, emailed me back and forth a few times, and we exchanged photos. He looked nice in his photo, and he said that he thought I looked gorgeous, which was an ego boost.

I was also emailing Julian, the married guy. He seemed nice enough as well, although I wasn't sure from his photo if I would really fancy him in person.

After a week or so of emailing, Chris asked me to meet him, and we agreed to meet on a Friday night in a coffee shop in town. When we turned up, I knew immediately that nothing would happen. I didn't fancy him at all. He seemed really nice, we were both deathly nervous, and we chatted over a cup of tea. He was just not my type, and we talked for about an hour before I made my excuses to leave. He seemed quite disappointed, he seemed to think that I would actually jump in his car and go home with him for rampant sex there and then!

But he lived in a dodgy part of town, there was no way I would be going there, and he just wasn't my type. I did go away with a spring in my step, though - he clearly fancied me.

When I got home, I had emails from Julian. He came on to yahoo chat, and we video chatted for hours, it was really fun and he looked much nicer on cam than he had in his picture. I knew that I was free the whole next day and he commented that his wife was away for the weekend.... on impulse I asked did he want to meet me for dinner the next night. We arranged to meet at a neutral coffee shop, with the option of going out for dinner, or going back to his to share his pizza......

Online chat rooms

Sitting up, watching tv, feeling bored, I went to a rather interesting website; www.literotica.com

and I used the online chat function. I set up an account, a cute little username and I chatted to guys.

It was safe and fun, I would describe myself accurately, not pretend to be a supermodel or anything. I would also discuss sexual fantasies and desires..... sometimes if the conversations got hot and heavy I would use my rampant rabbit and bring myself to orgasm while I chatted. Often guys there would offer me their phone number, but I liked the anonymity of vanishing once I closed the window.

The only problem with Lit chat is that it can be glitchy. So sometimes if you were in the middle of a conversation, the whole thing would crash, which would be frustrating. Sometimes, guys would ask for a yahoo chat address, and I didn't have one. I didn't want to use my real email address, so I set one up that I could use. I chatted to a few guys there, and there were a few that stood out in particular.

David lives in Texas and was the first person who persuaded me to turn on my webcam. I was mortified at the thought, especially when I realised that I could see myself as well! I just thought I looked AWFUL, but I made sure I was wearing a nice outfit and had some makeup on! David is a lovely guy - we weren't talking about sex stuff at all really, just chatting, and he could see me. I could see him as well, and it was fun. He told me I looked good, and even though I could see too much flabbiness and felt gross in general, it was great to hear. We talked for weeks, and still talk now, he has been a good friend, sometimes we talk about boring stuff, sometimes we flirt a little, sometimes I turn on the camera and tease him by using my rampant rabbit and letting him watch. I don't really know what is so appealing about watching that, but hey, it turns him on, and it is really rather sexy knowing there is someone there who is extremely turned on by watching you. I have to admit that when horny, and using my rabbit.... I do get off on having an online voyeur.

There's also Matt in England, who is turned on by stockings, tights, high heels and nail polish. Sometimes at night, I would turn the cam on for him and let him watch me paint my nails.... he really gets off on that. I have no idea why, but it seems pretty harmless and fun.

There's Lee in Tennessee who is quite the voyeur and loves to see any nakedness he can, especially if there is some silk and lace involved..... He hasn't been online for a while, I hope he's ok.

Dennis is Dutch and chats to me daily, but he's only 22. He's really cute and sweet and he likes to chat about ordinary stuff as well.

There is also Caleb, the golfer, also American. He is fun to talk to, not about very often, but always pops in to say hi when he sees me. He tells me I'm sexy and hot, which is always nice.

Owen is English, he is very dry and cynical. He and I tend to talk about lives and relationships, and he is quick to tell me to not be so nice, to remember that people are bastards and are almost guaranteed to let you down. He's good for a reality check! He also has a nice smile, when he can be persuaded to actually smile.

And finally there is the 25 year old English guy (whose name I forget, oops) and he tells me exclusively about his sexual adventures - as nobody in his real life knows that he is bisexual. It is rather odd to hear a man say that he loves cock and that the taste of cum is gorgeous! Still, there is an honesty there that is really fun, and he loves the fact that I don't judge him.

The aftermath....

So one night of passion seriously messed with my head for a while. I wasn't sure about how I felt, what it meant for my friendship with Malcolm, or anything. Don't go thinking that infidelity is easy, it really isn't.

Malcolm and I bickered for a bit over the next few weeks, oscillating between saying that I couldn't do it again and him wanting to, then me saying I'd like to but I wasn't sure..... it all got messy and awkward for a while but we managed to smooth things out.

The other thing I decided was that I needed to try and improve things with my husband. I spent months talking to him, trying to address our problems. He fully admitted that there was a problem, but that he couldn't seem to do anything about it. He couldn't bring himself to show any affection for me and he had no desire.

Things came to a head on my birthday. He took me away for the night to a lovely hotel in a gorgeous little town that I love. We spent the day wandering around, taking photographs, walking .... it was lovely. We had a drink in the bar and then had a couple of hours to kill before dinner was booked.

Picture the scene - seaside resort, hotel room, married couple, my birthday..... very romantic setting, no? He was lying on the bed, relaxing before dinner, and I thought it would be an ideal time to try to inject a little romance into the evening. I stripped off, was wearing a new underwear set, pale blue silk matching bra and knickers, very pretty. I came over and straddled him on the bed, kissing him tenderly, and took his hands.

After a moment, he pulled away and asked me to stop. I was bitterly disappointed, but decided not to make a scene. I got ready for dinner, and we did have a lovely meal.

After dinner, I had a bath in the huge cast iron bathtub in the bathroom - it took 45 minutes to fill. He got into the bath with me and we talked. I explained that every time he rejected me, it made me less likely to try again, it hurt. I reminded him that his lack of need was limited just to him, and that he wasn't being fair to me. He agreed, but again said that he didn't know what he could do - he just didn't have it in him.

On the way home, we talked more. I mentioned a friend of mine in a similar situation, and she had a lover. Her husband had accepted the situation. We didn't talk about it any further, but there was a definite sad feeling between us.

A week later, we slept together for the last time. It was awful. I asked him to come to bed with me, he declined. I got upset, I cried. I felt hurt and rejected, I couldn't understand why he would continue to be so hurtful when he knew how it made me feel. Then he said he would and of course by that time I didn't want to any more...... but I couldn't then turn around and say no after making such a fuss. So we had sex but it was awful for both of us and I felt horrendous afterwards. It was just awful.

A few weeks later, we talked again, and he suggested that I could go down the open marriage route. If I needed affection, sex..... and he couldn't provide it, then I should get it elsewhere. He even suggested I could go and see Malcolm. That was kind of hurtful, but at the same time, gave me carte blanche to find sexual release outside of the marriage. I didn't know if I could be with anyone else, and I wasn't just going to run across country to meet Malcolm.

I felt upset - surely what I want isn't so complicated that I need to get it from two different men? Plus I still didn't really think I'd be able to find anyone that would actually like me.......

I didn't know what to do next, but the internet is an interesting place, and that was where I ended up....

Meeting Malcolm

So after years of build up and months of texting, here it was. Meeting Malcolm for the first time, and with a definite sexual agenda. I was terrified - had never had sex with anyone other than my husband, and it had been so long I really wasn't sure what I was doing.

We had texted lots and lots, even discussed clothing and underwear.... and so on the evening in question I dressed for the reunion very very carefully.

I showered and then blow dried my long hair, did my makeup carefully and put in my contact lenses. I sprayed on some Dior Pure Poison Elixir perfume and started to get dressed. I had bought especially a black silk and lace bra from Janet Reger, with matching French knickers and suspenders. I paired these with sheer black stockings, then slipped on a black silk dress that falls just below the knee, and black patent leather heeled shoes. I felt pretty good.

The plan was to pick him up at the airport, get him checked into his hotel and then head out for dinner....... that was the plan. Certainly the first part of it worked out ok.

I got parked near the hotel and we went in. As soon as we got out of the car, we had a big hug... was so nice to see each other after so long. I waited in the hotel lobby as he checked in, feeling very aware of the suspenders under my dress and my coat.

We got into the lift, making small talk, my heart was pounding the whole time. I didn't know what was going to happen when I got into his room with him. We got into the room, I took off my coat and Malcolm said, "Come here, you" and folded me into his arms for a big hug. I buried my face in his chest and hugged him back, until he leaned back slightly, raised his hand to my chin to tilt my head back, and kissed me.

That was the deciding moment - I had known that when he kissed me, I would know what to do, and I was shot through with lust, desire, longing. I kissed him back, softly and gently. After what seemed like a lifetime, he gently pulled away and whispered that I should relax. I was going to argue that I was fine, but then I realised that every muscle in my body was tense. I smiled as best as I could, but I was trembling slightly. Realising that he needed to tread carefully, he sat me down on the bed and made me a cup of tea while he had a shower to freshen up.

By the time he came back, I was a little calmer. He was dressed, I was still sitting on the bed. He came over and sat beside me, and said that he had to know what was under the dress. He slid his hand gently up under the skirt, smiling as he reached the top of the stockings, then parted my legs slightly so that his fingers could brush the fabric of my knickers. Then, looking at me very intently, he slipped the fabric to one side and stroked my skin before gently sliding a finger inside to feel my wetness. For minutes he skilfully manipulated me, making me taut with pleasure and my heart race. Then, I felt things were going a little too fast, and I asked him to stop. He asked why, and I said I wanted him to. He took me then for a drink in the hotel bar.

After the drink we went back to the room and ordered room service, ate and chatted, reminiscing over old times and so on, until eventually we were just chatting. He asked about my tattoo on my foot, which he couldn't see through the stockings, and asked if he could see it. I commented that I would have to remove them, and realised that if I removed them there, it would look really awkward and silly...... so I asked if he could help me.

I stood up and he slid his hands gently up my legs to unclip the suspender belt, caressing the bare skin in between, making me shiver. With the stockings freed, he ran hands up further to softly stroke my underwear, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and drawing them down to the floor. He took my hand and laid me down on the chair in the room, that had a matching footstool and sitting near me, slid his fingers inside me again. I was helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure of his fingers inside me and his thumbs rubbing against my clitoris until I was shuddering with an orgasm so strong that I was actually dizzy from it.

Then he stood in front of me, pulled me to a sitting position by my hand and removed his trousers, then his underwear. As I saw his sheer size in front of me, I was definitely trepidatious, and I knew he wanted me to take him into my mouth, but I did not have the courage. He laid me down again and bending down to kiss me, pushed himself inside me. I wasn't prepared for the feeling of fullness, for the pleasure of it as he thrust in and out of me. He felt so hard and oh so good, raising my legs to wrap around his waist, my head back in pleasure as I gasped with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew, took me by the hand and led me to the bed where he held me and we talked. He wanted to make sure I had no regrets, I wasn't going to hate him for this. I felt fairly conflicted, as you can imagine, but I was ok with it.

We cuddled and chatted until we started kissing, and the kissing grew more intense until he growled that he wanted me again, and after I nodded my assent, he again thrust himself inside me, this time lifting my legs over his shoulders to penetrate me deeply, bending down to kiss me and hold me. It was hard, and passionate, and very hot, as I gasped and moaned and he thrust into me relentlessly. Each thrust was like a new wave of pleasure and I loved it.

Again he withdrew and he held me some more, we talked, we laughed, and made love again before it was time for me to leave and go home. I was exhausted but excited, I could barely sleep with thinking about what had just happened.

That was the first time I ever cheated on my husband, and it blew my mind. I spent weeks freaking out about it, feeling conflicted, it took much longer than I thought to come to terms with it. Plus I ached for days, my thighs and stomach muscles definitely felt like I had had a workout!

From there..... well, you will have to read on to find out how I developed sexually.

Good Girl Gone Bad

So there I was, aged 29 and had only ever been with one man. I like sex, I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But unfortunately my husband, five years into our eleven year relationship, had lost all interest in sex.

This led to several problems, in our relationship and for me personally. I took it personally, I gained weight, I felt unattractive, I comfort ate, I gained more weight...... We argued, we grew further and further apart. And I grew increasingly sexually frustrated.

I took steps by myself to deal with this, Ann Summers got a lot of my business, and the Rampant Rabbit deluxe got me through some tough times.

The fact that I had gained so much weight meant that looking outside the marriage for sex seemed unthinkable. I felt so unattractive that I thought nobody would want me.

Two things changed this - the attentions of an old boyfriend who never quite went away, and my decision to lose some weight.

Malcolm is an old old friend. We met and had a summer romance when we were both 19, and ten years later we were still in touch. He would diligently keep in touch by text and phone, no matter where in the world he was, and if I was drunk, I would engage in some naughty texting. He would often ask to meet me... but I hadn't seen him in person since I was 21 and I was sure that if we met again he wouldn't fancy me any more. And I so loved the fact that he did fancy me from afar.... I didn't want to lose that. So I constantly put him off, which he put down to me not trusting him. Ack!

But then I started to lose weight and gain a tiny amount of confidence. Plus I started to confide in Malcolm what was going on in my marriage - I probably shouldn't have, but I did. And he spent months telling me that I was not the one to blame, it was not me being unattractive, I was sexy, I was hot........ until I believed enough that if we met he wouldn't vomit at the very sight of me.

And then came the first adventure - he came to visit on 12th December 2008. He booked a room in a hotel in town, he was in for just one night.