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?