Category: Mature


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 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?