All the characters in the story are above 18.
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It all started when I met Adam Smith on the very first day of my college. He was smart, handsome, amazing and really sexy. If I call him a perfect male package, it won't be wrong. We started dating soon, and became an exclusive couple by second year of college. Those days were the best of my life. I used to think that Adam was the best thing ever happened to me. And the sex...
He was like a Sex God. The way he fucked me, it was amazing. After 3 years of being romantically involved we got married. The honeymoon phase was really awesome but slowly things started to change. Adam changed. He got more involved in work, and started neglecting me. At first I thought that it's just another phase and will be pass soon. But as the time went by, he grew more workaholic and the Adam I felt in love with was lost.
Not only I missed the romance, the emotional support but I was also sexually frustrated. Six months without sex felt like six damn long years. I was desperate, needed sex like I needed air. I tried to pleasure myself, using my hands. At nights, when Adam slept by side soundly, I used my hands to caress my breasts. It felt good to do that, so I pressed harder and teased my nipple and the areola. The sensation was wonderful. My nipples felt so hard, erect, ready to be sucked. But the person whom I wanted suck my nipples, kiss my breasts was soundly sleeping, totally unaware of my desperate sexual state.
For days, I used to massage my breasts, sometimes use my own saliva to wet them, and then pinch them. The painful pleasure burned me. It was great but not wonderful. Days went by, but Adam was just working. So I decided to let my hands travel south. Adam was on a 3 day business trip that time, late night I laid naked on the bed and started rubbing my clit. It felt good. I had to use my saliva to wet the little bundle of pleasure. That night I first time fucked myself using my fingers.
But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more.
And it happened when Adam had to go for a eight months business trip to another country. He said that he couldn't leave me alone like that. I got hopeful thinking he would take me with him, but he didn't. He asked me to go and like with his grandfather whom he called Dad. That's because after his parents did his grandfather took him in, and raised to be the man I fell in love with.
I had only met his Dad twice in the 2 years of our marriage. He lived miles apart and was kind of introvert type, man of few words I could say. He's almost 77 years old. Half bald, his hair all white with some traces of gray in them. His skin wrinkled like a crushed and crumbled paper.
There was no point in arguing with Adam, he was stubborn like hell. So much to my disappointment I agreed to go and live with his Dad for the next eight months.
The first night with Adam's Dad, after Adam left, I made dinner for both of us. When they say that oldie's got this sixth sense, they said it right. Adam's Dad sensed that something was wrong with me, so when we sat on the dining table, he asked me about it;
"Sophie, is everything okay between you and Adam?" he asked.
I was startled at his blunt question, I coughed a little and the replied "Ah, yes. Everything is okay."
Guess he wasn't convinced, so he asked again "Sophie, I can see the sadness on your face. Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."
I was close to tears, lately Adam and my relationship was not as good as before. "I am fine Dad."
"I don't believe you." he stood up from his chair and came towards mine. He sat on the chair beside me, and said "Sophie. Tell me."
And so I did, I told him about Adam being a workaholic, him ignoring me, neglecting my needs, I deliberately excluded the sexual part of it. At the end of the story, I was silently crying. Mr. Smith stared rubbing my arm to console me, but the gesture elicited something else in me.
"Don't cry Sophie." he wiped my tears. His touch burned me, and left me confused. My response to his touches was beginning to embarrass me.
"I will talk to him about it. He can't do this to his wife." he said, then hugged me sideways. "Now smile and have your dinner."
Maybe I was happy that he would explain things to Adam, or I just wanted a man's touch, I hugged him hard. Wrapped my arms around his neck, my breasts in contact with his chest. I heard his audible gasp, but didn't move back.
"Thank you, thank you so much." I said. But still felt unable to let go. I was feeling a man after so long, I could hardly resist. My hands involuntarily wandered all over his back and I wriggled lightly along his body. Creating a friction between my breasts and his chest.
"Oh Sophie." I heard him. That startled me out of my sexual haze. I moved back and apologized to him. He laughed it off saying that I just too excited about Adam stuff.
Late that night, as I laid on the bed, I pleasured myself again but my thoughts always wandered back to Mr. Smith's body against mine. His hands on my body and mine on his. I felt so embarrassed, as I fucked my pussy thinking about Mr. Smith instead of Adam.
It all didn't stop here. After 3 days of being pleasuring, fucking and cumming, thinking about Mr. Smith, that day, changed my life forever. A new personality came out of me, that I didn't knew, was hiding beneath my good girl, good wife persona.
That day I was helping Mary, the housemaid clean the house. She was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and stuff, and I went inside Mr. Smith's room, as I wanted to ask him about what would he like to have for breakfast.
And that was the turning point. As I entered his room, I was greeted by the sight of his naked self. The door to the adjoining bathroom was fully open and I could see Mr. Smith in the shower stall, stark naked.
That was my undoing. He was naked, wet, man. I was sexually deprived, thirsty, needy woman. I slowly closed the door of his room, and started stripping. Don't know what I was think that time, my thirst for sex, for Mr. Smith's cock to be buried inside my wet pussy was so much, I could hardly think.
At first I just stood close to the bathroom door, and stared at him, showering. As he moved his hands over his body, I moved mine over my body. I caressed my breasts my flat stomach, and rubbed my clit vigorously. Biting my lip to muffle my moans, not wanting to alert him. But as soon as he touched his dick to clean himself, I was long lost.
I stepped behind him under the shower stall and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He turned around startled and gasped as he saw me naked and in front of him.
"Sophie!" he made a shrieking noise. "What are you doing here.." he glanced at me from head to toe and then back "..like this?"
