She read it – and she couldn't take her eyes off it. And then she read it again. THE POSTING. Then she read it several times more, and each time she did it set her mind on fire and her body ablaze. The first time she read it her fingers had instinctively found her clit and had taken her to a delightful orgasmic plateau. She had never ready anything that had set her mind on fire.
She had put her tablet down and tried to stop re-reading it, but like a moth to a flame she picked it back up and savored each word again and again. She was shocked by the unexpected feeling of a ravenous sexual hunger igniting inside her soul. Each time she read THE POSTING Deb found herself submitting to her arousal, and she would again shudder from her orgasm. When was all said and done, and as much as she loved sex, THE POSTING was triggering in her a new hunger that she had not felt before.
It seemed so incredibly real. It was as if the author had read her mind, that he could feel her body responding to his, and that that he knew exactly what she wanted and needed and hungered for. It was as if he had pried open her heart and knew how she really felt inside. And it was as if he understood exactly how awesome HOT sex felt to her. The words she had stumbled onto had triggered something profound within her that she had never felt. And she couldn't control it.
Indeed the words set her imagination racing, and even though she wouldn't yet admit it to herself, she knew where the finish line of this race would be and that she would have to go across it and fuck this man. And each time she read THE POSTING the words has the same effect – and they continued to send her fingers into a furious frenzy inside In a vain effort to satisfy herself.
The first time she read it was when her husband was away, traveling on a week long business trip. His career had taken off and his workload and business travel was increasing. Often he was away for one or two weeks a month. When he was away she missed him, and for relief while he was away she had sometimes taken to reading online sex personals and postings while using her vibrator and dildo.
Not that she would ever answer any of the postings. Never. But she enjoyed reading them, and sometimes she would feel aroused by them. Most of the ads were boring, and nearly all of them were coarse. But once in a while one would catch her imagination. On those occasions her feelings and her imagination would soar and her fingers would massage her pussy and bring her to a delightful climax. Sometimes she would go to bed and use her dildo for satisfaction pretending it was a strange mans cock inside her, and sometimes she would use her vibrator on her clit. But they were a poor substitute for feeling her husband inside her and making love with him, but it would tide things over until he got home.
But after reading THE POSTING something was different. She was attacking herself relentlessly and with unbridled passion. She was suddenly slamming her dildo into her cunt deep and hard rather than soft and slow. And then she would suck it clean like a hungry vacuum cleaner, and then she would plunge it again into her throbbing pussy and park it deep inside again while she lit up her clit wth her vibrator. And no matter how good the self-induced orgasm, it simply wasn't the same. THE POSTING had changed everything for her – and she wanted more.
Deb had always had a healthy sex drive and she knew it. Her first sexual experiences in high school with a boyfriend were good ones. But when she got to college, the sex was even better and it always amazed her how she could really get into it and how awesome it felt. She really loved sex. And then she met her husband to be – and he was the best ever. Deb really LOVED a good long suck and fuck session with hm. Their sex was amazing. When they first married sometimes they would enjoy each other's bodies for hours at a time. But her husband's sex drive was not well matched to hers, and he would usually fade before she did. After settling into marriage she and her husband would enjoy sex together once a week or so, although the frequency had slowed somewhat in recent years to once or twice a month, even before the business travel had started to increase. And sex more often than not would last only a few minutes, sometimes leaving her feeling unsatisfied and wanting more. But that's what her toys were for.
Recently, more often than not, she would initiate sex with her husband, and deep inside this left her feeling as though perhaps he didn't see her as sexy and desirable as he used to, at least not like when they first met. She missed the moments when he had that ravenous look in his eye, or when he would drop her to the floor or toss her like a rag doll onto the counter and rip her clothes off and they would make love passionately. Back then it seemed like they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and all they wanted to do was walk around naked and make love as often as they could. On their honeymoon she remembered the glorious feeling of how good it was to fuck uncounted times and for hours at a time. Hot SEX with her husband was all she wanted, and it was very fulfilling for her. And back then they were good at it too, or so she thought. And back then she absolutely LOVED every bit of it.
But the years had taken their toll. At 52 her husband was older than she. At 42 she was still near her sexual peak, but he was beyond his mid 20's peak. As his travel workload increased, sex was less frequent. He would come home tired and collapse without even noticing that she was wearing something sexy just for him. And when they did have sex it just wasn't as passionate - not like it used to be. Things were becoming more routine. Not boring by any stretch – but certainly a lot more routine. The days when they would attack each other and fuck like there's no tomorrow were increasingly behind them. While orgasms were never a bad thing, sex these days seemed somewhat mechanical with her husband. Her orgasms were less intense, and often he would cum once and that would be it, and sometimes he would cum and wither before she could enjoy an orgasm.
But in her mind she still LOVED sex, and in her imagination she would sometimes fantasize about what SEX should be like. And in particular she remembered how good it felt to orgasm over and over, and she remembered the thrill and the inner satisfaction of giving her body to her husband for his pleasure. But she was finding sex less and less satisfying as the years went by. Which is one of the reasons she had taken to reading the "dirty ads" online and finding some modest relief from masturbation to fill in what her husband no longer supplied as often. But in all of this she wanted to remain faithful. And in all of this she unknowingly was becoming increasingly vulnerable to her imagination.
And then she read THE POSTING. And it reminded her of what SEX was supposed to be like. THE POSTING somehow had renewed within her a vision of what hot SEX is. And she began to recall and dream of what was missing, and she yearned for it in the depths of her soul. And the vacuum in her soul grew as she considered her next steps.
She had had sex only once with another man after she got married. So she was not a total stranger to infidelity. It was with an old high school flame, and admittedly she had enjoyed having sex with him immensely at a physical level. It was very hot and thrilling in fact. She had also been surprised once by a guy at work who had sneaked a long look down her cleavage at a party when she had bent over to pick up a piece of paper. She was a bit tipsy from drinking and felt turned on by the thought of his looking down her blouse. He had taken her to a back room where she sucked on his cock, but she would not fuck the guy. It too was very HOT and sexy. So it was not as though she was able to completely ignore her libido in some situations. Her sex drive was too high for that. An occasional dalliance... might happen... maybe. But she had never imagined herself overtly straying again just to enjoy sex. Never. But THE POSTING had changed that.
She loved her husband and after her few minor indiscretions she had remained faithful to him for over 10 years. It was not without temptations along the way either, but she had held her ground. Increasingly though she had to take the initiative with her husband, and sometimes she felt as if she was pushing herself on him.
