I was raised in a military family. My childhood was about discipline and personal sacrifice. Pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, was not discussed nor did it seem to be important in my family. I graduated from high school and entered nursing school. Things seemed to change during my three years in nursing school. Talk about sex was common. On weekends other students left the dorm to fuck their boyfriends or seek sexual adventure. Conversations about the sex seemed to dominate most weekdays until the next weekend when the students went out again to get the cock they loved.
I married at age 20. I wondered where the joy in sex came from since my husband was into his pleasure not mine. I was married for ten years and never had an orgasm. During all this time the nurses I worked with still talked about sex and seemed to enjoy the adventure of sex. One friend walked up to a doctor and said, "Do you realize how much I want to fuck you?" They fucked in a janitorial closet on her next break.
Another friend asked the flower delivery guy to meet her at a bar that night and told him to being his delivery van for a treat. That night she rode his cock in the van. A third friend of mine fucked a doctor in exchange for a breast augmentation. I wondered why my sex life was so dull and everyone else seemed to enjoy sex, a lot of it.
I distinctly remember one of my nursing friends telling me that a woman should be princess in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. That was not how I was raised, but I loved the idea.
After I uncovered my husband was unfaithful, I filed for a divorce. Months later I met an attractive guy at a health club. He owned the club and I was an aerobics instructor. We became friends and talked a lot. He was recently divorced as well and said he wasn't interested in a relationship. We played racquetball and I wore short, tight shorts. I bent over to pick up the ball with my ass in his direction as much as possible. When I taught class my high cut aerobics leotards showed my ass. Whenever possible I wore short skirts and sexy blouses. I could feel this new love interest's eyes on me constantly. Every once in a while I would catch this guy adjusting his dick as he looked at my ass or tits. To my disappointment he never asked me out.
I talked to my nurse friends about my interest in the club owner. Many were members of his health club and took my aerobics classes. They pushed me to be more aggressive and suggested I tell him I wanted to fuck him. Eventually, I just asked this "friend" if he wanted to go on a picnic with me. He accepted and my pussy got wet at the thought of his cock in me.
I wanted to explore the kind of sexual adventure all of my nurse friends were having. This was the first step.
That Saturday we went to a wooded area in a rural town near where we lived. We set up picnic area and went for a walk. I couldn't contain myself. I said, "I've never talked to a man before like this, but I am really attracted to you. I don't know how else to say this. I want to fuck you so badly. Do you want to fuck me right here in the woods?"
His reply was, "You are so cute and sexy. I'd love to make love to you. It's been a while for me. Are you willing to go back to my place so we can make it a day of romantic loving rather than just something here in the woods? If we are going to do this I want to make sure you get the pleasure a sexcy woman like you deserves."
My reply was, "Oh my, I'm not sure I can wait until we get to your house to have your cock in me. Let's go right now."
I shocked myself with what I said. I had never talked like that to any man. I guess my nursing friends had an impact on me. I felt nervous, but excited. This was fun.
That day was full of pleasure. I was the focus of the sex. He took good care of me and made sure I had as many orgasms as I could handle. I had no idea I could have this much sexual pleasure. He seemed to worship my body. My clit felt engorged and on fire all day. He seemed to enjoy my orgasms as much as his own. He had three loads over the length of the ten hours we fucked. There were breaks in the ten hours, but it was a lot of fucking all day long.
Fifteen months later we married. The sex was fabulous. Like many couples the intensity lessened over time, but we seemed to find more passion on our annual vacations. Each vacation was a new sexual adventure that recreated the passion for another six months.
Over time work, children and life got in the way. My husband was away on business trip. I stayed home with the kids. He called me and asked for phone sex. It was crazy hearing him cum as I talked like a whore. At the end of the phone call he told me exactly what he wanted to do when he got home from the second he walked in the door to the orgasms for both of us. We loved the anticipation until he got home. It got us into planning more sexual activity rather than being spontaneous.
Through all of this, outside my bedroom I was still led the disciplined, very conservative lifestyle of my childhood. My sex at home was fulfilling. I was in a very good marriage and loved it.
My husband and I planned a very special sexual vacation for our 25th wedding anniversary and 55th birthday. We bought books on couple sex. We read about fulfilling sexual fantasies. It wasn't easy for my husband to admit he had thoughts of being fucked with a strapon. He admitted loving my panties a lot and even masturbating in them once in a while. I loved his openness. I had no clue he masturbated in my panties. We talked about it. I asked him to masturbate while I watched. He agreed if I would do the same. I thought couple masturbation would be embarrassing. It was very liberating. I loved it.
The things I was learning after 25 years of marriage were amazing and so much fun. I asked my husband if he would start wearing panties. He didn't have to wear them all of the time, but I wanted him to wear them at least when we went out to dinner. He was apprehensive, but agreed. I knew for sure he loved it because he got real hard every time he wore panties, especially when I slipped them on him myself. I was shocked when we fucked ten days in a row when he started wearing panties. The passion was like that very first day we fucked. I loved his new found love of panties. I loved the way his cock stretched the silk with a big bulge and the way the head of his cock looked in very thin stretchy silk.
We started shopping at Victoria Secret buying matching pairs of panties. We found that silk ladies Jockey panties fit him best along with Maidenform. VS was a little skimpy for his body, but shopping there for both of us was so much fun.
Eventually, our 25th anniversary arrived. We took this vacation to Key West. I brought plenty of lube and a six inch black strapon cock. That first night I told my husband he was the focus. When we got back to the room I told him to go lay down on the bed and I would be there to take care of him soon. I walked out of the bathroom wearing thigh high stockings, panties, an open cup bra, high heels and my new black strapon. I thought my husband's eyes might fall out of his head.
I said, "Get on your knees right now and suck my cock. I'm going to fuck your ass and you better not cum. When I'm done I want to ride your hard cock for as long as I want. You better not cum until I give you permission to cum."
All he said was, "Yes Mam."
To my surprise he sucked that dildo like a pro. He moaned and seemed to make oral love to it. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. After a few minutes I said, "Stand up and bend over the bed. Spread your cheeks for me. I will be gentle and use plenty of lube. And remember; do not cum until I give you permission."
He bent over the bed. I lubed his ass and put a finger in him, He jumped slightly and moaned. I said, "Relax baby, it's going to feel so good to have your ass fucked. I'll be gentle."
