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I have always been a sexual person. Even as a teenager I knew I was destined for a wild and passionate sex life. And I can say that in my lifetime I have had some of the best sex more than anyone else I know. I have had threesomes, foursomes, I have done it in public, in groups, one on one and almost any situation you can think of. There are some things that I haven’t done that I still fantasize about doing but now that I am married I just don’t see those things happening.

My husband is not sexually attracted to me in anyway. When we are lying in bed together naked and he is holding me his penis doesn’t even get erect and I know it isn’t a physical problem, it’s a mental problem. He just doesn’t have the desire to have sex with me anymore. He has said so many hurtful things to me about how he finds me unattractive and he is never shy about telling me how he finds other women attractive and how they turn him on and how he would like to sex them. In fact one time I asked him what turns him on about me and he just looked at me with a blank stare on his face. It has gotten to the point that I am relieved we don’t have sex anymore because no longer do I climax. I have never had a problem climaxing during sex and even now when I masturbate I climax and it is such sweet relief. But with my husband nothing, no reaction whatsoever and it makes me so sad. I wish I had a sexually fulfilling marriage. I never thought I would get married but I always hoped that if I did it would be to a man that was as passionate about sex as I am and that desired me. How did I end up here? How did I end up in this type of marriage? And what do I do about it now?

I am so lonely and sexually frustrated. I discussed having an open marriage with my husband. But he seems to think I wouldn’t be able to handle it. But it’s hard to be jealous when all the physical intimacy between us has diminished. It’s like we are just roommates. I now understand how couples stay married and sleep in separate bedrooms but that isn’t the type of marriage I want. I want passion and sex every day even on the days when I am dog tired. I want to feel comfortable enough to climb on top of my husband in the middle of the night if the mood strikes me. Now I am afraid to touch my husband for fear of the rejection I know that will surely come  and I wouldn’t dare try to ride him, he would probably throw me off.

I think he is getting ready to cheat on me anyway. He has been talking a lot lately about this new girl he met at his job.  He has started getting late night calls. I don’t check his phone or anything but I am not a dummy. I have been cheated on before and I know all the classic signs. I will admit apart of me wishes he would just find some desire for me and another part of me hopes that she makes him happy sexually and then I will be free to find me someone who will make me happy sexually. I am torn.

I am so horny tonight but no one whom to turn. It’s another lonely night for me. I just want to be with someone who desires me and just pushes me up against the wall or bends me over the couch and tells me how badly he wants to fuck me as he penetrates me with his big hard dick. What’s a lonely girl to do?

I am feeling some kind of way today. My pussy is wet but it is lacking a big dick to dry it up.  My husband is still not fulfilling my lustful desires and each day I keep thinking about having one night stands with different men.

Why do men think when women tell them how they liked to be fucked that we are complaining? I don’t expect you to know what makes me tick. That is a skill that needs to be learned like every other skill especially in a long term relationship.

I think that is why I prefer one night stands. Most of the time they are good because I am feeling the man and he is feeling me for that one moment in time and he is gonna give me his best. Once a man has been with a woman for a long time he stops giving his best. Why is that? It’s your best that caught me in the first place so why wouldn’t you continue to give me that?

I’ve been thinking of divorcing my husband lately. A girlfriend of mine told me that I shouldn’t give up my marriage just because my husband is unwilling to fulfill me in the bedroom. But to me sex is such a big part of my life. When I try to tell him what gets me off, he catches an attitude and tells me that I am complaining and he doesn’t want to talk about it. This kind of attitude makes me keep everything I am feeling bottled up and this attitude is what makes me feel less guilty about cheating on him.

I don’t think no let me rephrase I know that you do not have to be in love to have great sex. But when you are in love shouldn’t the sex be better not worse? My husband and I were having the problem that he wasn’t having sex with me enough but now we are having sex on a much more regular basis but now I am unable to come to climax. It is so frustrating to me as I have always been a hard climaxer and a regular squirter. With my  husband I have never squirted and my climaxes are far and few nowadays.

My husband and I lack the carnal passion that gets me off. Lust and passion are my drugs. I like for a man to tell me how he can’t wait to fuck me. How he gets off on eating my pussy and seeing me squirm or hearing me moan. All my husband ever says is come and suck my dick and then after I begrudgingly do it, he tries to put his dick in my dry pussy. No words of passion, no foreplay for me. I suppose he thinks sucking his dick should get my pussy wet. I say what the fuck ever! And when I try and talk with him about it, he just shuts down. I wonder sometimes has he always been like this or if it is just with me. I can’t imagine he has always been such a selfish lover but on the other hand he does have a rather selfish personality so maybe he has. But I am at a point where I need more. I crave more everyday. I think about past lovers and get myself off, it shouldn’t have to come to that should it? Shouldn’t I be able to openly and honestly communicate with my husband about the things that make me tick?

I am feeling some kind of way today and I feel another cheating spell coming on. I have been good for months but now my pussy is craving for something more. Actually my energy is craving something more. What will I do next or a better question, who will I do next?

Hello there: I decided to change things up with this story. So far my stories have been about my experiences as a wife but this story is before I was married or even thought about being married. This story is about awakening my inner freak. Hope you enjoy.

It was 1995, I had just turned 18 years old and I was in my freshman year at college. My best friend from high school, Sheila, and I were roommates and came home together for the Christmas break. Neither one of us had a car so we were still depending on men to take us around. She was dating a guy name Fitz and he had a car so he picked us both up from her house. We went out to the clubs downtown, at that time my city had a very hopping club scene, so we stayed out most of the night. While at the club he purchased drinks for us so by the time he dropped my friend off we all were buzzing and feeling good.

One would think that since he was dating my friend Sheila he would have taken me home first but instead he took her home first which at the time didn’t bother me or make me have menacing thoughts. However, once we were alone together in his car he told me that he didn’t really find my friend attractive and they weren’t seriously dating but he was really attracted to me and wanted to take me back to his apartment. Before I could object he was already on his way to his apartment. I don’t know exactly how old he was at this time but I know he was at least 21. The funny thing about this situation is that I wasn’t exactly attracted to him and I kinda felt guilty that we were sneaking behind my friend’s back. I had a history of my friends’ boyfriends trying to fuck me and I was tired of fending off my friends’ boyfriends so I really didn’t want to go but since he was driving and we were now at his apartment I didn’t have much of a choice.

It was at this moment that my survival mode kicked in and I became a little scared but I didn’t show it and went with the flow. As we stepped into his apartment, there his roommate sat on the couch. He introduced us and I was immediately attracted to Fitz’s roommate and felt a sexual attraction to him.

I was still resistant to Fitz’s advances and tried to strike up a conversation with his roommate who to my dismay didn’t seem to be attracted to me. So I allowed Fitz to take me upstairs but hesitated on the stairway and told Fitz to take me home. Fitz being the typical male kept trying to convince me to give him a chance. He started kissing me on the stairway and he was a very good kisser. He had full lips and I love a man with full lips. I felt myself slowly giving in to Fitz’s freaky words of enticement and allowed him to unbutton my pants. When he stuck his fingers into my pussy I was shocked to discover that I was already wet. He had long slim fingers and began stroking one and then two fingers in and out of my pussy. I love being fingered and began to moan. To my dismay I allowed him to lead me up to the bedroom but I wasn’t ready to quite give in and kept trying to tell him to stop.

He laid me on the bed with my head at the foot of the bed and climbed on top of me. He began to kiss me again and since I liked the way he kissed I kissed him back. I felt him go under my shirt and under my bra to play with my DD breasts. He pulled up my shirt and didn’t bother to take off my bra but pulled it up so that my breasts were fully exposed to him. He pulled down my pants and my panties to my knees and stuck his fingers inside of me while sucking on my nipples. My pussy was wet and although my body was aroused by mind was still telling me to stop this at once. All of a sudden I heard a noise at the door. My head was turned away from the door and when I tried to turn my head towards the door to see what was going on Fitz prevented me. He then took my pants and panties completely off and begin to eat my pussy. His big full lips felt so good on my clit. While Fitz was distracted sucking and licking on my clit and fingering me I was now able to turn my head towards the door. When I did I saw his roommate standing at the door jacking his dick. At this point neither of them knew I had seen his friend. Instead of being revolted I became even more aroused. I thought to myself if Fitz’s roommate wants a show I will give him a show. I begin pumping my hips up and down and grabbing Fitz’s head pressing it further down into my pussy while I moaned loudly and seductively. At some point Fitz had removed his pants and had positioned his dick at my face in an attempt to get me to suck it but I didn’t want to suck his dick so he turned me over and put me in doggy style slipped on the condom and entered my wet pussy. His friend was still standing at the door jacking his dick. It was turning me on that he was watching us, watching me. I put my head down on my hands and begin moving my hips back meeting Fitz stroke for stroke. All of a sudden I felt a pair of hands on the side of my head lifting up my face and there at eye level was his roommate’s dick hard, throbbing, and ready for me to suck and suck it I did. I was so turned on and Fitz must have been too because he began fucking me harder and I loved every minute of it. I allowed his friend to fuck me in the mouth. He fucked my mouth hard shoving his long and thick dick to the back of my throat. I came so many times I stopped counting after the third time. I felt Fitz’s strokes becoming more frantic indicating that he was about to cum. Fitz came in my pussy the same time his friend came into my mouth and like the little slut I didn’t know at that time I would become I swallowed all of his cum.

I knew I wanted him the moment I set my eyes on him. I could feel my pussy throbbing as blood flowed to my labia and swelled up my clit. Why is it that I can only think about him throwing me across his desk and fucking me like the slut I want to be. I should be concentrating on this interview yet as I cross my legs all I can think about is him lifting up my skirt and finding my pantyless pussy, wet and hot waiting for him.

“What are my skills?” Umph. I can think of many. I could come over there and kneel in between your legs. Unbutton your pants and pull your dick out with nothing but my mouth. I could suck your dick until your toes curl. Spit on it to make it wet and shiny. Get it ready for entry into my tight pussy. I could sit on your dick and ride you while I cream all over your dick turning it from brown to white. Yea I got plenty of skills. Which one would you like to experience first?

“I’m a people person, I am a problem solver, I can listen to people’s needs and help them find solutions.” Did that come out right? Could he hear the quiver in my voice? Does he know how aroused I am at this very moment? Can he feel the vibrations of my throbbing pussy? Damn my nipples are hard. Can he see them through the layers of my bra and shirt? I shouldn’t have worn a bra today. Instead I should have let them be free, loose, and hang. Is he attracted to me? Look how he is licking those full lips. I bet those lips would feel good on my clit, hell on my nipples too. I can envision his tongue circling my nipples while he is looking at me. I can feel the sting of his bite as he twist my nipples in between his teeth. Shit, this is out of control. What did he just ask me? It’s getting harder by the moment to keep this silly smile on my face when my whole body is tingling from the sensations my wondering mind has created.

“When are you available to start working?” I am ready right now. Let me just lock the door so we won’t be interrupted. Let me take off these stifling clothes. Can he smell my heat? I smell my heat and it is intoxicating. Are my eyes smoky? Can he tell? Shit I want to fuck him so bad. If I say this to him will I lose the possibility of getting hired. “I am available for work anytime.”

When I get up will I leave a wet spot on the chair? Will he notice? If my husband would fuck me right I wouldn’t be in here fantasizing about a man I don’t know. A man who could possibly be my new boss. Oh my gosh what is wrong with me. Being undersexed is not all that it is cracked up to be. I just want to put my fingers on my clit and massage it while he watches. I want him to take his hard dick and slap me with it. Will he do so if I asked?

As I put my finger in my mouth and suck on it I can see his eyes get wide. Oh shit, I didn’t just do that did I? Damn girlie get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. “Well, I think this interview is done, I plan to make a decision within the week, you should hear from me by Friday either way.” As I shake his hand to leave I wonder if he is thinking about the way I unconsciously sucked my index finger. I was imaging it was his dick. I bet his dick is big, fat, and juicy. I bet he has big veins, I bet he would love if I licked his veins from the base to the head. “Great, I hope to hear from you soon. I am really looking forward to working  you. I mean to working with you.” Whew. I gotta get a handle on myself.

Now that I am back in the car with a throbbing clit and wet pussy I need to take care of this before I leave. Thank goodness for tinted windows. Aww…my clit has been waiting for some type of stimulation and masturbation is better than nothing. My right nipple is sensitive as I twirl it between my fingers I imagine that it is my interviewer. As I rub my clit in circular motions I see my interviewer licking my clit. Aah..so good. Oh my so good. As I get the motion on my clit going and pinch my nipples at the same time I can feel the sensations of my body come alive, jumping up and down ready for release. And finally sweet release. I put my fingers inside of me and then lick off my juices. Sweet they taste so sweet. I betcha they would taste even sweeter on his dick. I hope I get this job.

I sucked his dick tonight until he came. I was glad when he finally came. I think I sucked his dick for about 30 minutes maybe more. Next time I will try to time myself. In the beginning I was somewhat turned on. He did do something different tonight that really surprised me. He rubbed my back and kissed me closed mouth on my lips, neck, and cheeks but just when I started to relax and enjoy the attention he stopped and turned over on his back signaling me to suck his dick. This is the same routine we go through every time we have sex. He lies on his back and grabs his dick signaling me to suck it. It never changes but hoping to get something out of it like dick penetration I sucked his dick; it’s something I have done a lot. Since the sex between us is so sparse I am willing to suffer through the dick sucking just for the hopes of feeling his dick inside my wet pussy.

I started zoning out while sucking his dick thinking about my Waffle House experience a few weeks ago in order to keep myself aroused. It is in these moments that I miss being single the most. I miss the thrill of the prowl, the excitement of a new partner, and new adventures at my choosing. The great thing about being single is if one bed partner isn’t working out you can always kick that partner to the curve and find another. In marriage it’s not so simple or easy to do. There are so many things to consider when contemplating divorce. I would rather my husband fulfill all of my sexual desires so I wouldn’t have to cheat and behave like the slut I have been behaving like lately but I can’t hide or stop my feelings, desires, and needs for constant sexual attention. Now I’m married  and stuck to the same hum drum routine each time we have sex which wouldn’t be so bad if that included my husband taking an interest in getting me aroused. But he doesn’t so I continue to create my own excitement and I feel very guilty in the process. Thinking of past encounters or current ones helps to ready me physically for penetration by making my pussy wet. My husband rarely prepares me and when he does it’s by spitting on his fingers and rubbing them on my pussy to make it wet.

But tonight once I realized he wanted me to suck his dick until he came I wouldn’t even let him touch my pussy. I felt like if he really wanted some pussy he wouldn’t just lie there on his back and allow or expect me to suck his dick for longer than 20 minutes or until he cums. At this point I became very upset and wanted to get the whole thing over as soon as possible. While I sucked his dick I just thought about all the errands I had to complete the next day until he finally came.

Minutes after he came he looks over at me and says what can he do to make me feel good. I mean really didn’t he already know the answer to this question? For real though, men can be such selfish bastards but if we behave like them we are holding out and giving him cause to cheat. I looked at him square in his eyes and said nothing and I meant it. I didn’t want a pity fuck. Besides I can take care of myself which I did.

Self preservation is what I am all about these days as it has become a necessity to my sanity.

It’s been two weeks since the laundromat incident and I still feel guilty but yet I can’t shake the need for more sex. My husband seems completely oblivious to my needs. Just the other night I tried to suck his dick. If you will recall earlier on I told you that my husband loves to have his dick sucked. It’s such a big dick when it’s at attention. It throbs and jumps up and down as soon as my lips touch the head. When I go to suck my husband’s dick he will always get into position so to speak. But the other night no such luck. His dick didn’t rise one little centimeter. What is up with that? I don’t know what to do. I have tried talking to him by asking him if he is stressed, or if he is no longer attracted to me. I am too afraid to ask him if he is cheating. I do not want to know the answer.

So here I am sitting at the edge of the bed at 11 o’clock at night and I am feeling extremely blue. When I am feeling sad like most people I tend to turn towards comfort food. Waffle House is right up the street and I think I will go up there to get a waffle; maybe the company of others will make me feel better. What to wear? I will put on my size 10 jeans since those are the only pair of pants I own that aren’t too big and this cute orange top that shows some cleavage will be comfortable. It’s so hot outside I should put on some shorts instead of jeans but I don’t own a pair of shorts; so jeans will have to do. I hope the cute cook is there. He is so handsome and his smile always makes me feel better. I’ve never admitted to being married although he has asked me on many occasions. He only works the third shift so I go up there when my husband is hanging out like he is doing tonight. I suppose there is the off-chance that one day my husband and I may go up there together while he is working but I don’t think he would give me away. But one can never be too careful I suppose. I don’t even know why I am thinking along these lines. This man and I have only seen one another a few times and have talked briefly while he fixes my food. We don’t even know each other’s names; nothing has happened so there is nothing to feel guilty about, right? If that is the case why do I feel a little tingle of guilt? Let me get out of here.

“Hey you, long time no see.” He’s here. Ok act calm don’t give yourself away. He doesn’t know that you were just at home thinking about him. He doesn’t know that you dressed in one of your cutest outfits to get his attention. This visit is just like any other. No reason to act differently. Breathe. Smile. Speak. “Hi, how are you?” “I’m good, thanks for asking. Do you want the usual today?” “Yes, that’s fine.” Why is he looking at me like that with that gorgeous smile on his face? Stay calm girlie. Stay calm. My palms are sweaty. I am so nervous. What is there to be nervous about? I am a married woman and we aren’t doing anything. I just came to get a meal at the Waffle House and he just happens to work here. Get it together. “You sure do look cute tonight. You just coming from the club or something?” “As a matter of fact I am. I went out with some friends tonight and you know how it is after you get a couple of drinks in you; you get the munchies.” He has a nice laugh. I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh before. “Your husband doesn’t mind you staying out this late? He doesn’t worry about you?” “This late? It’s only 12:30.” “Well, if you were my wife you wouldn’t need to go out at all.” “So what you are saying is that you don’t allow your wife to have friends and go out and socialize? And if she does she has to be back home before the street lights come on?” “You are such a comedian. No that isn’t what I am saying. So you are married?” “I have admitted to no such thing.” “Will you be eating here or taking this to go?” “You know what? I think I am gonna eat here today. I like the idea of you serving me.” Why is that waitress giving me the evil eye? Does she like him too? Are they fucking? They don’t seem to be fucking. I don’t get that vibe from them. I wish she would stop looking at me like that, mean mugging with her face all frowned up. Oh good another customer; now she can focus her energy on someone else but now I can’t flirt with the cook. Oooooh this food is so good. Just what I needed comfort food and some light flirtation. I just need to feel sexy sometimes and since my husband doesn’t fulfill that need I am finding it in other ways. I know it’s wrong but what else can I do? I have tried talking to my husband, earnestly. I have lost weight at his urging so I am finer now than I have ever been but still no change. No change in his sexual desire for me. What’s a girl to do? After eight years I am tired. I want some good dick. I want to feel sexy and appreciated.

Now I’m all done with my food but I am not ready to leave. How can I stall? It’s too hot for coffee with it being 98 degrees but what other excuse do I have to stay? “Did you enjoy your food?” “I certainly did, I love the way you cook my food. The other cooks never get it just right but you get it just right every time.” “Flattery is not going to get you a free meal.” “I am not looking for a free meal I am trying to pay you a compliment.” “Is this your full-time job?” “No. I do other things.” “Would you like for me to walk you out to your car? You know a beautiful young lady such as yourself can never be too careful.” Should I let him walk me out? My lips taste like syrup. I wonder if I tried to kiss him would he enjoy the taste of syrup on my lips. “Sure you can walk me out. That’s mighty chivalrous of you.”

“I am on break at the moment. Why don’t you park your car over there under those trees behind the dumpster, if you want that is. I would like to talk with you a little longer you know since you are single and all.” I should hurry up and drive off. I shouldn’t even consider saying  yes. I shouldn’t even consider staying with him in a parked car under the trees behind the dumpster with no light. What am I doing? What have I become? Isn’t this why you came to the Waffle House tonight; to see this man? What were you hoping for? Why hesitate now you little slut.

“Now that we are here what would you like to talk about?” “Let’s start with how your breast would look outside of your shirt and in my hands. You are so fucking sexy. You like my touch? Do you like the way my fingers graze the soft skin of your shoulders. You have nice shoulders. Do you workout? Mmm, you taste and smell nice. This is what you want isn’t it? Look me in my eyes and tell me this is what you want.” Are you really going to go through with this? Are you really going to cheat on your husband again and so close to home, again? You are a slut a dirty little whore. Why is your pussy wet; why is it throbbing? No! Don’t touch it. Don’t touch your pussy move your hand away. Stop moaning. Stop enjoying the sensations his tongue on your right nipple is causing you. Oh who the fuck am I kidding? I need this. I long for this. I lie in bed at night touching myself imaging this. Maybe not with this guy but the act itself is what I long for and if he willing to take me to another plane then I am willing to go. “I want this too.”

There goes my shirt over my head. There goes his shirt over his head. We are both naked now and panting like wild beasts. His nipples are hard and I return the favor by licking them slowly in circular motions. His moans are intoxicating. I feel like a teenager doing something naughty. I love the way his nails feel running up and down my back. His tongue is so wet, so hot on my skin. My nipples are hard like little pebbles from the attention they have been getting from his fingers. I love my nipples being pinched. Look at that hard dick. I know that’s at least seven inches. Not as big as my husband but big enough. It’s thick too. I love my dicks thick and long. My hand is tingling from the warmth coming off of his hard dick. I can feel it throbbing and pulsing in my hand. His fingers feel so good in my wet pussy. I can’t believe I am as wet as I am. I should feel ashamed but I don’t. Instead I feel alive. I can’t wait to feel his big dick inside my wet and throbbing pussy. “Put on the condom. I want to ride you.” One inch, two-inch, three-inch, and still there is more. Finally it’s all in and it feel so good. My pussy automatically tightened around this intrusion. Let me get comfortable. This damn parking brake is in the way, I need to let the seat back. Better. Up and down I go. Slow at first, his nipples are still hard. I enjoy licking them while I ride him. My pussy is so wet. The sound of the liquid from my pussy while my hips go up and down on his dick is turning me on. “Sit up bitch. Let me watch you ride this dick.” Beautiful brown eyes he has. There he goes pinching my nipples again. I am so fucking turned on. I am such a fucking slut. His dick is hitting bottom and it feels so good. That’s right baby grab my hips, put all this dick inside of me. “I can take it.” “Oh you can? Take it then,” he growled at me. I didn’t mean to say that out loud but oh I love the way he is ramming his dick inside of me. What is he doing? His finger is in my ass. How did it get in there? Oh who the fuck cares it feels so damn good. I am cumming again and he knows it. He has two fingers in my ass now and I am still cumming. His dick is harder now, thicker, longer. “Damn bitch you can take some dick.” Damn right I can take some dick. If only my husband had the same appreciation for my skills. But nope I can’t think about that now because he has three fingers in my ass and I am cumming, again. “Shit, it feels so good.”, I stammer breathlessly. “I’m cumming bitch.” Argh!

“Damn baby that was good. I hope to see you again, soon.”

I can’t believe I am sitting in this laundromat by myself at midnight on a Saturday morning instead of laying in bed in between my Egyptian Cotton sheets. Furthermore instead of hanging out at the bar with his boys my husband should be at the laundromat with me. At this moment I am so pissed with him that to think about it brings tears to my eyes. Why are men so insensitive? Why didn’t he ask me if I wanted to go out? He knows I don’t go out often and I am always asking him to do things with me but he blows me off. He’s too tired or he has too much work to do. But when his boys ask him out he is always available. That shit really gets on my nerves. Umph. Well, no use in continuing to think about it. I am here now so I might as well play Pac-Man and wait for my clothes to finish washing so I can put them in the dryer.

15 minutes later. Damn!  A very sexy man has just walked into the laundromat. I hope he isn’t a serial rapist or killer. I should stop staring at him before he thinks I am crazy. Did he come alone? I hope he did. Well let me put my clothes in the dryer. Done. Damn, just looking at him got me biting my lower lip. I feel my pussy throbbing and my panties are getting wet. After almost a month with no sex from my husband I am willing to give it up to anybody at this point. I wish I had on a hoochie skirt, something that would make him want to fuck me the way that I want to fuck him. I need to erase these lascivious thoughts from my mind immediately. Is that his dick print? His pants are too tight if I can see his dick print. Am I still looking at his dick print? Oh shit, stop it!

Damn if I could just rub it just to see if he is worth my time. He could bend me over that orange chair sitting out of view behind the washing machine. There goes a condom machine. We could, “excuse me, what.” “Do you have change for a dollar?” “Are you married?,” I asked for no particular reason. “Ma’am I just want change for a dollar, the change machine is either old or broken but it’s useless and I need change to wash my clothes.” “Well what are you willing to do for the change? I mean how much is it worth to you?” “What do you have in mind?” Should I say what I am thinking? Quick make a decision it’s either here and now or nowhere and never. “Follow me.”

This chair will make a nice spot indeed. “I want to fuck you. Take your dick out and put this condom on.” He is complying nicely. Ooh he is already hard, it’s long and thick. Look at that big vein just pulsing. He is just as turned on as I am. Oh my gosh I am really about to fuck a nameless stranger in the laundry mat around the corner from my house. Damn I am so wet. He is digging his nails into the skin on my ass. I bet that is going to leave a mark but I don’t care. I love doggystyle, it’s opens the pussy so I can feel every inch of this thick dick. “Fuck me harder, fuck me like the slut I am.” “Bitch you got some good pussy.” Yes, yes keep fucking me hard, pound that big juicy dick into my tight pussy. This feels so good. I am cumming, ugh, it is so intense. Why am I shaking so hard? He’s coming too, his strokes are harder, faster, he is making me cum again. Beep. My clothes have finished drying; right on time.

This bath feels so good. My body is still humming. I can’t believe I just cheated on my husband with some random man. I don’t know what overcame me. How could I let my fantasy become a reality. This is all my husband’s fault right? He put me in this position by not fulfilling his husbandly duties. I can’t help but to touch my clit and massage it even now. I am still horny, pussy still wet. What will I do next?

It’s been 14 days! 14 days since I last had sex with my husband. I just don’t understand why he won’t have sex with me. I am so horny and my pussy is so wet. Isn’t he horny too? My husband is physically fit and has a big dick. I know for a fact it’s not a medical problem; his dick gets hard as soon as he drifts off to sleep. Sometimes I catch him looking at porn on the Internet therefore I know without a shadow of a doubt that he is a man that loves sex as much as I do but for some reason he won’t have sex with me. It is so frustrating. I just don’t know what to do. I remember when we first met our sex was explosive. I remember one time when he had gone out of town for the weekend with his boys. I spent the weekend with my girl at her house because him and I were still just dating and I was in the mood for some freaky fun with my girl. The funny thing is him and I talked on the phone to one another all Saturday night probably until about 1 o’clock in the morning. At 7 in the morning, no lie here, he called me and said to me in a very authoritative voice, “bring your ass home. I’m at your apartment waiting on you with a hard dick and I am ready to beat up some pussy.”  He continued to call me every 10 minutes until I got to my apartment. Once I got there he led me straight to the bed. He removed all of my clothing with haste. My pussy was so wet and throbbing that I felt like I was about to explode. The sensations in my body were uncontrollable. I love when a man is forceful with me during sex and tells me what he likes. It turns me on so much. And this particular day my now husband than just fuck partner was in a rare mood. He had drove all night long with his friend just so he could get home and fuck me. Or so he said as he was ramming his hard and throbbing 9.5 inch dick inside of my tight wet pussy. Oh thinking about that day so many years ago makes my pussy throb with longing. I miss those days of him ramming his dick into my pussy at anytime at any place. Now it’s always he’s too tired or he’s not in the mood or his muscles are too sore. He always has some excuse. I know you are probably saying to yourself – I’m sure she’s gained weight or spends too much time with the kids. But my husband and I have no children in our household and I have actually lost 20 lbs since we have been married so both of those excuses are out. We are young, in our early thirties so it is extremely frustrating to me that I can’t figure out why he won’t fuck me like I want and need to be fucked. I masturbate three or four times a day. Is that normal? I am constantly thinking about past lovers and past escapades. Is this wrong? And when we do have sex there is no passion, no energy. It’s almost like a chore. It’s like he does it out of basic need. Like he needs to bust a nut in some pussy (any pussy will do) or my mouth which his preferred method of release. But there’s no passion, no sense of urgency or excitement. In order to get my pussy wet I find myself again thinking about past lovers. Is this wrong? Does this make me a slut? Am I the only woman in the world who has these feelings? At this point I don’t know what to do but I am very tempted to cheat. But I don’t want to cheat. I love my husband very much and wouldn’t trade him for the world. I know no man out there is going to love me like my husband loves me, which he does, not just sexually. But I can not tamper down the feelings of hot molten lust that are bubbling up inside of me. I want to have some raw, bitch I don’t want to know your name but I just want to fuck the shit out of you, type of sex. What shall I do? Should I succumb to my baser animal instincts or should I try to do more to make my husband desire me again?

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