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Fuck Me, My Husband Doesnt

I am a 58 yo married female and I am on the hunt for cock. My husband believes sex is for the rare occasion that he wants to have sex. I was the good and faithful wife who spent a great deal of my time being frustrated. I thought this is the way a married couple lived and why so many men were unfaithful. I was appalled to think of myself having an affair to satisfy my sexual desires. I would have continued to believe this if it hadn’t been for our friend Karla. Karla and her husband are swingers, but we had no idea until one day Karla and I were have a few glasses of wine and she started to inquire in a very discreet way about our sex lives. I told her we had a pretty normal sex life. She asked how often we had sex and I honestly told her at least once a month and sometimes twice a month. After the shock of my statement sank in she said you poor thing. I was confused and asked why she said that. She replied that she and her husband had sex at least three times a week and sometimes more. I was shocked and jealous at the same time. I began to ask her questions about their sex lives and the wine gave me courage to probe into delicate details of their sex lives. Karla said don’t be shy ask anything you want and I will give you an honest answer. Questions were running through my mind at a hundred miles an hour. Do you perform oral sex on him, and does he go down on you? Karla was trying not to laugh and said they did that and much more. I confessed that the last time I had given ...

... Tom, my husband, oral sex was two years ago when we came home a little d***k and got a little wild. We could hardly look at each other the next day. Karla then suggested that maybe I could join them for an evening of uninhibited sex and they would be gentle and careful to respect my boundaries. I told her I would have to think about it and would let her know later. We finished our wine and she gave me a kiss on my lips and I swear she slipped me some tongue. After she left I couldn’t concentrate on anything but sex and how much I wanted it. I thought about talking to Tom and see if he wanted to join us. However, I knew he didn’t want to have sex so I kept my dirty little secret to myself. I confess I fingered fucked myself repeatedly every day until I worked up the courage to call Karla and make a date to fuck. I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with my fantasy, and I didn’t have a bit of guilt, and in fact I was turned on by the whole thing. Tom never wants to go out with me and so when I said I said I was going out with Karla he didn’t even look up from his newspaper. If he had he would have seen his wife wearing a very sexy mini skirt with a sheer blouse and no bra. I could have been naked and he wouldn’t have noticed. I bent over a kissed him on the check and he mumbled have a good time. He has no fucking idea what a good time I was going to have. I arrived at Karla and Gary’s home a little early, I was suppose to be there at eight o’clock and I arrived at ...