Irene's Story, Chapter 1: The Making Of A Reluctant Hot Wife - Sex Stories

Irene's Story, Chapter 1: The Making Of A Reluctant Hot Wife

About us: My name is Irene. I am a rather typical wife and mother, living in Barcelona, Spain with my husband Oscar and our two daughters. Objectively speaking, I am attractive and look considerably younger than my forty-two years of age. I am five-foot three inches tall with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have maintained a shapely figure that still can turn a few heads on the street as well as at the office where I work. I have been told that I have an engaging smile, and a subtle, sensual demeanor that is often viewed as flirtatious. I have full breasts with very sensitive and usually very erect nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. I am not hard on the eyes. Oscar is an attractive man with a nice physique; however, over the years he has put on a few pounds. He is not fat; just not as toned and muscular as he once was. Nonetheless, I love him and am attracted to him. He and I have a good marriage, and an acceptable sex life. We have been married thirteen years. I had only been intimate with one man; my husband. Oscar took my virginity shortly after we started dating. It never occurred to me to even consider sleeping with other men. I was and still am in love with my husband, and I fully intended to remain faithful to him for my entire life. Prior to six months ago, we would make love two or three times a month. Our lovemaking was pleasant but not overly exciting. Having been raised Catholic, my upbringing had successfully ...

... imprinted in me the bizarre notion that not only was sex outside of marriage a mortal sin, but even within the sanctity of marriage, good girls did it as an obligation to their husbands, not for their own pleasure. On a rational level, I know that is a ridiculous belief; nonetheless, until recently, this deep seated core belief haunted my subconscious. Yes, I was somewhat inhibited by guilt and shame of my own carnal desires, so I repressed much of my libido. Thus, during our lovemaking, I would rarely achieve an orgasm. Oscar would mount me in the missionary position, and I would caress him while he slid his erection in and out of me. It was pleasant and intimate, and I enjoyed doing this for him, but seldom did I respond sufficiently to approach my own climax. I think the fact that Oscar could not drive me to orgasm himself on a regular basis was a terrible blow to his ego, and led him to look for other ways to satisfy me. I tried to assure him that the tenderness and intimacy we shared were more than adequate. I tried to assure him that he was taking care of all of my needs, but still I think he felt inadequate. Truthfully, I would masturbate once or twice a week to satisfy my own sexual needs. But I could never share that fact with Oscar. I suspected that he masturbated in the shower as well, but I would never confront him about it either. Looking back, it is a shame we did not share this little secret as I think it would have drawn us closer to each other and would have ...