My names Tom, and I've got a naughty story to tell! If your one who likes your pleasures on the naughty side of things, pull up a chair and I'll spill it. Three days ago I had an unbelievable sexual encounter that was unexpected and better than any fantasy I could conjure up in this filthy mind of mine.
It was one of those things that just happen, and you could of never seen coming. The kind of thing that's better to be kept secret, but so wild that you just have to tell someone all about it, and here we are. I need to be up front about a couple things at the start here so there's no misunderstanding.
I don't want anyone thinking I ranted on about sharing a naughty story, And here I yammering about boring stuff that's making you sleepy. I'll get to the good stuff and tell all the dirty details shortly. Don't worry, they are coming. I'll need just a little indulgence here to fill in a little bit of back story and lay out some pertinent details about myself and the others involved. Patience has it's rewards.
I recently celebrated my forty eighth birthday, and I have never never felt better. I'm a handsome man. My body is fit and healthy because I eat right, exercise daily, and avoid things like drugs or alcohol. I don't say these things to boast, they are relevant. Besides, being blessed with favorable genetics took no effort on my part.
I'm also a very sexual person, have been all my life. I've been labeled as hyper-sexual, nympho, hedonist, the list goes on. I don't deny it, I like a wide variety of sex and as frequently as possible. I don't consider myself to be extreme, but I admit I'm a bit kinky and I just love feeling naughty.
Like I said, fortunately my parents mixed up some good genes that gave me good looks, a muscular build, and stamina. Women find me attractive generally and Opportunities for sex have always come easy for me. That has always been the case until four years ago, when a decision I made brought my sex life to a crashing halt.
I have no one to blame but myself, and that makes things even harder I suppose. I was single, had a great career in real estate, and the money, like the women flowed like water. I became accustomed to having virtually anything I wanted sexually, and in unlimited amounts. I took it for granted and I believe that is what caused me to make such a decision.
I met a couple while selling them a house. Mark and Barbara are wonderful people and we became close friends in a very short time. Odd because they are very devoted to religion and their church. I have never been into religion and enter churches for weddings or funerals when necessary. I can't explain it, we just clicked right from the start.
They started having gatherings in their new home, dinner parties and such, that were mostly comprised of their church members. I was always invited and liked to attend whenever possible to visit with them and enjoy the social aspect. I never felt out of place or judged despite not being religious and all.
It was at one of these gatherings that I met Julie, the most beautiful woman ever. Striking blue eyes, long blond hair, small but firm breasts, and a curvy figure with an ass that can make a man cry. She was single and I asked her out the night I met her. She did something no other woman has ever done to me, she turned me down. Of course this made me infatuated with her and obsessed with the challenge of having her.
Julie has a sister Kim Who is two years younger and beautiful like her older sister. She has the same sexy blue eyes and long blond hair as Julie but is taller and slightly thinner with the same great ass. They are physically similar but that's where it ends. While Julie is always smiling and friendly in nature, Kim is stern, and unapproachable. The two rarely see each other or talk much when they do. The few times I have talked to Kim, she seemed very unhappy to me, almost miserable in fact.
They were raised by deeply religious parents who kept them in private religious schools for their entire education. Kim is married and has two teenage sons, but I don't know much about them even though I'm now an uncle by marriage. Persistence paid off, it always does, or at least gets your face slapped. I asked Julie for a date constantly until she finally agreed.
She is two years older than I am and had been married then divorced briefly. Seems her husband ran off with another. Julie wasn't a virgin of course, but the morals instilled in the woman made sex before marriage unimaginable. Even the best efforts of a womanizer like myself came up empty. They most attractive woman to a man is the one he knows he can't have, and vice versa.
The challenge was amplified, I'll admit I became obsessed with having this woman. At forty four, having tasted the nectar of many flowers, Getting married to the prettiest one somehow became acceptable. It was a feeling of utter relief when Julie agreed to marry me after several months of sexual frustration that was as foreign to me as walking on Mars.
On our honeymoon we had sex for our first time. I was beyond disappointed and very alarmed. She was shy, silent, and frozen, like a cold dead fish. A wayward nun could have easily done better. I foolishly held hope that when given time and encouragement, she would become the slutty fuck toy I'm accustomed to in the bedroom. Plus the added benefit of a lady in the rest of the house.
It's clear why Julie was divorced when I met her. In the past four years she has progressed little sexually, and treats it as a chore and a duty that is unpleasant yet must be performed. I have tried everything imaginable to get my frigid, God fearing, sex despising, wife to engage in the pleasures of sex with me, to no avail. To shamelessly adore the naughty feelings that only come when doing things like thrusting your tongue into your lovers anus as they beg for more will never happen with Julie and I.
I love her Very much and I could not abandon or divorce her because she is morally unable to have sex beyond dutiful, missionary, silence without endless guilt and shame. I will not force, or even expect her to compromise her beliefs and values so that I can selfishly have my pleasures. I couldn't stand hurting her by cheating either because it would devastate her completely.
In the last four years I have secretly used pornography, and faceless naughty women of the cyber world to stimulate and enhance the filthy realms of my mind. I masturbate and ram various butt plugs, anal beads, and such in and out of my ass, trying to feel the naughty pleasures I once took for granted.
Then everything changed. Three days ago Julie and I went to her parents house, an hours drive away to visit, as we often do on weekends. Her parents are in their seventies and in amazingly good health. After lunch as we were sitting and chatting, the house phone rang. It was Kim wanting to talk to Julie which was surprising since they rarely spoke.
Julie spoke briefly, and while holding the line asked if I could go help Kim with one of her several cars that was not starting? Kim's husband was camping with their sons on a weekend boy scout adventure, and not mechanically inclined anyway. Kim offered to come pick me up and return me since I had no idea where her house was except in the same town as the parents.
I agreed and borrowed a light tool set from Julie's father and Kim pulled in the drive minutes later. Without saying a word to her family she waved me to her car and as soon as my door was nearly closed we sped off. As she looked ahead she started talking quickly saying;
