Dianna’s Awakening Chapter One
Date: 6/16/2024,
Categories:
Swingers,
Author: JdRobbins
Paul and I have been married for twenty-five years, and the routine of our life was set in stone long ago. On Sunday afternoons, he would spend time in the family room reading the newspaper or watching whatever pro sports were on. Occasionally, I would join him, but lately, I found that boring, so I started researching the internet for something I'd been thinking about for a long time.
We had raised two children, the youngest having left the nest six months ago. When our second moved out, I converted her bedroom into a sewing room and office, where I set up my computer.
Today was the day that I hoped I would finally get up enough nerve to talk with Paul and address my boredom with our routine and to be completely honest with him.
I walked into the family room and sat down next to him; in my mind, I'd gone over what I wanted to say a thousand times, but I couldn't find the words to start this afternoon. After fidgeting in my seat for several minutes, I turned sideways on the couch and pulled one leg up, bending it at my knee.
"I'm bored, Paul," I finally said.
He looked sideways at me and replied, "Do you want to do something this afternoon?"
I placed my hand on his arm before continuing, "I'm not talking about right now, Paul," I answered.
His expression told me that he didn't understand, so I continued.
"I'm bored with my life; to be more specific, I'm bored with our sex life," I said.
Our sex life began twenty-seven years ago when we started ...
... dating during our junior year of college; back then, we fucked like rabbits; every chance we got, we had sex. As the kids arrived, it became more scheduled, and I could always count on the days after my period ended as days when we would fuck.
I've always been somewhat self-conscious about my body; my tits are average in size, and no matter how hard I tried, I still had difficulty losing the weight I'd gained during my pregnancies. I would not allow Paul to see me completely naked, but once the lights were off, I always turned into a sexual minx. Paul often told me that my oral skills were terrific, and I loved getting him off with my mouth, even though I never allowed him to return the favor.
Paul folded the newspaper and turned toward me, "When did this all start?" He asked.
I was scared to answer and avoided eye contact with my husband, "I guess it started the first time we fucked," I finally said.
He looked like I'd just hit him with a baseball bat. I'd just admitted to my husband of twenty-five years that I've been bored with our sex life from the very start.
Paul was speechless; having a bombshell like that dropped on him would stun any man. But for my sake, I had to say it.
"Paul, I love you with all my heart and always will..." I started, but he interrupted me, "Are you leaving me, Dianna?" he asked.
"Oh my god, no," I instantly replied.
"Okay," he answered.
"It's just that I want to feel satisfied," I began to explain.
I suppose my use of the ...