This is My Freedom Day - Sex Stories

This is My Freedom Day

I suppose you could say it was all because of my “Freedom Day.” I mean, it happened so simply, so quietly. Somehow I just let it happen as if I’d been expecting it and wanted it. But let me explain. My name is Sheri Walker. I was forty years of age when it happened. I realise it is no excuse, but perhaps you will understand if I tell you my husband, Grant, had lost interest in the more intimate side of our marriage to the point where we slept in separate bedrooms. His life was “The Club,” football and work. We have one son, David, who had recently left high school and got a job with a supermarket chain as what they call a “Management Cadet.” In other words, they were supposed to be training him to become a supermarket manager. Now the significant point about David working at the supermarket is this; he always worked extra time at the weekends, so he was give time off during the week. It was always Wednesday he had off. Now just keep that in mind, will you? Grant went to work in the factory at normal times, always having the weekend off. To make a bit of pocket money for myself, I did some cleaning and ironing jobs for people. All “cash in hand”, as they say, no questions asked, no taxman. My jobs took place at various times during the week, but there was one day I reserved to stay at home. I called it my ”Freedom Day.” It was the day I caught up with jobs around the house, but that wasn’t why I called it “Freedom Day”. There were a couple of reasons why it was my freedom ...

... day. First, in the cooler weather I wore no panties or bras. What a blessed relief to let my breasts swing free and not have my crotch encumbered. In the hot weather, when the temperature soars to forty degrees Celsius and the air conditioner can hardly cope, I pulled down the outside blinds, lock the outside doors, and got around in the nude. That’s an even greater feeling of freedom. The second reason for Tuesday being my freedom day is that I feel at liberty to masturbate. I need to do that because I am so worked up sexually and I get a dull ache just above the groin. I have several techniques when I masturbate. One is in the shower, standing with legs spread, fixing the shower massage to pulse and letting the water hit the side of my clitoris. Another way is on my back, on the bed, with a vibrator. I move it up and down and in a circular motion on the side of my clitoris. Sometimes I need to fill myself and have a dildo handy for the last second so I can contract on something, feels like I'm pulling it in. The handiest way is when I use a high stool with a square seat that we have in the kitchen. I sort of sit on it with my cleft along one edge of the seat and rock myself back and forth until I have an orgasm. I might use this method three or four times on my freedom day, and use one of the other methods only once. I was quite pretty when I was younger, but I suppose time had made its inroads. I’m a bit plump round the hips, but when I tried to diet I found my breasts got ...