The Begining  

eternallybound2 48M/48F
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8/7/2005 10:37 am

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The Begining


I was a fortunate one; I was born attractive with an unusually strong attraction for the opposite sex. Needless to say, these lead to sexual experiences at a young age, yet none of them negative. Adolescence helped seal this lust and craving for my sexual appetite with my development of rather large breasts which has never left me wanting or looking hard for a man, and even later in my life a woman. Although these early experiences may be told at another time this story is not about them. My first husband I married for his strong sex drive and openness in experiencing sex in all its forms. We hungrily embraced new and what others would call “different” styles of sex, including swinging and bisexually. But years later his death left me without an understanding partner. I married my second husband due to his heightened sex drive and energy during sex. Not saying that he couldn't please me, but he was able to duck me into multiple orgasms, something I never would have believed if I hadn't had them myself. But he alas, wasn't open-minded, or willing to share our marriage bed with another. Sex was great, but it left a part of me wanting more and missing what I had had. Our relationship unfortunately was built strongly on sex and after a few years past we drifted apart, with just our nightly sexual ritual before bed holding us together. With children now making a choice to separate not an option, so I resigned myself to make the best of this marriage for the children if no other reason. I spent many a day masturbating, though, with memories of past sexual encounters and hopes of a chance in the future to re ignite this lust and desire for a deeper sexual relationship. Prior to our marriage, my best friend and maid of honor at our wedding, and I would talk of many things, including past sexual escapades. She had been a wild one younger and we even talked of when our husbands divorced us or died that we would move in together and become lesbian lovers. We would laugh at this and yet at the same time knew it would never happen. But one particular day, as we sat in my car eating a quick lunch she started a story that not only captured my attention. But, it also changed my life. We had been talking about our husbands past arrest records, and it was her turn, she told me of a morning that her husband had arrived at a job site very early one morning, and by himself there a woman spotted him and called the police under the suspicion that he had been peeking into windows. Now I'm not saying that that really happened, or as he had comforted her by denying it, but the thought of someone been brave enough and wanton enough to do this caught my attention. I held on every word she said, even feeling my panties start to moisten as my mind pictured the thought of a man touching himself while watching someone without their knowledge. I felt a strong urge to meet her husband, but even after being her friend for so long I hadn't really had the opportunity to meet him. He worked long hours almost every day of the week to support her and their two children. But I needed to look into his eyes and see for myself if he, like me, was craving deep, “dark”, exciting sexual pursuits.

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