12 comments/ 82526 views/ 1 favorites How I Fixed My Marriage By: jacqui4u2 They say that when you are desperate you do desperate things. I was there. My name is Sue. This is the story of how I fixed my love life. Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I am now twenty six years old. I have been married to the man of my dreams for seven years. We met in college. He was a senior and I was a freshman when we met. We fell in love quickly, getting engaged after dating for six months and married a year later. I got pregnant shortly after marriage. Doug started working for a large firm, climbing the corporate ladder. We brought our first house. Seven years later. Doug is still climbing the corporate ladder. Work consumes most of his waking hours. We now have three children, two in school and one in full day preschool. By every account, I have a wonderful life. I should be happy. But the truth is until one month ago my life was in shambles. My sex life was almost nonexistent. Of course there were reasons, the job, the kids, the house. But even so, I was not happy and the basis of my unhappiness was an unsatisfying sex life. I was bitchy, picking fights with my husband, and just generally making everyone around me unhappy. Finally, I reached the point where something had to change. I looked at myself and didn’t like the person I had become. I didn’t have the same figure I had before I got married, but I exercised regularly and weighed less than when I got married. I was still able to turn heads when I dressed up, and even at my most critical moment, I was happy with the way I looked when I stood naked in front of the mirror. I decided to make a commitment to change for the better. I know a large part of that would involve rekindling my love life. I talked to my husband, went out and brought sexy new lingerie, and I decided to take concrete steps to improve my love life. Although not a virgin when I married, I was not very experienced when I got married, only having three lovers. I had been raised in a strict religious household, and I was raised to believe sex was something done within the confines of marriage and not something to be discussed. One night, when my husband entered our bedroom, he found the room lit by candles, with his wife lying in the bed wearing a sexy white chemise. Although outwardly calm, inside I was shaking. In my sexiest voice, I invited him to come join me in bed. WOW! That night, I had the best sex in years. My husband ravished me. He climbed into bed, crawling up next to me. His eyes drinking in my new sexy taking in my partially clothed figure, obviously approving what he saw. For the first time in years, I luxuriated as he caressed my body. He kissed and licked my chin, down my neck. His hands caressing my thighs, then sliding up between my legs; his fingers caressing my vagina. As his lips found my breasts, I lay back, enjoying the caresses. He removed my nightie, and for the first time in years, moved down and licked me to a wonderful orgasm. When finished, he climbed between my legs, sliding inside me. As I recovered from my orgasm, my husband fucked me with passion, moaning in my ear as he came deep inside me. The next night, now wearing the black mesh baby doll, I once again seduced my husband. He was very amorous, spending time caressing me as he slowly removed my clothes. The sex was good, and as I fell asleep that night, I was proud of myself for making a positive change. But the third night, I was turned down, my husband claiming he had a big meeting the next day and needed his rest. Although the sex was more frequent, I still felt like it should be better. My husband had clearly noticed the change in me. He was more attentive and made several comments about the changes at home. He was right, I did look damned good and I felt better about myself. I know this sounds selfish, but I wanted more. I wanted to have great sex. I lay in bed that night, frustrated, humiliated. What could possibly be wrong? Didn’t every man want to have a sexy, loving, willing woman in his bed? As I wrestled with these questions, the night passed, until morning had come By the time the school bus had picked up the kids, I was literally a mess. I had just thrown on clothes, not even looking at myself in the mirror. I am sure I looked like a fashion disaster. As I headed back to my house, my next door neighbor Cindy fell in step beside me. We didn’t know each other very well. Her kids were older than mine but we were about the same age, her a few years older than me. But we had chatted while waiting for the school bus. She sensed that I was upset and asked if I was ok. Her simple question broke the dam. For the next fifteen minutes, standing in front of my house, I poured out my soul to her. She listened, nodding her head in sympathy. When I was done, I felt embarrassed, and mumbling thanks, left her. About mid-morning, the doorbell rang, and Cindy was at the door. I invited her in, but she said she had to run some chores, but she wanted to give me something. She held up a small gift bag, handing it to me and told me it would help me feel better. I stood there, speechless. What a kind thing to do. Cindy said she would see me in the morning and left. I closed the door, and sat down on the couch to open my gift. I pulled out the tissue paper, and found a bullet vibe and a fairly large dildo. Cindy had also included a card. In the card she had written a note telling me that she hoped my gifts might provide some temporary relief. Her gift was very thoughtful. Although not the best solution, it provided a ready alternative to my frustrated condition, so I laughed, and decided there was no better time than the present to try out my new gifts. I went into my bedroom, closed the door and lit the candles around the room that I like to have lit when I make love. I removed my clothes and lay down on my bed, the toys within arms reach. I pushed aside any thoughts, needing to feel the release of an orgasm. I let my fingers caress my breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness. My body responded quickly, every caress felt so good, my pussy was creamy within minutes. I reached over, and grabbed the vibrator, turning it on low. As one hand continued caressing my breasts, I slowly rubbed the vibrator along my pussy. The first touch against my clit sent shivers down my spine, causing me to moan. My juices lubricated the vibe quickly, and as it began to slide up and down my pussy, my outer lips parted, and each stroke found my hot, hard clit, the vibrations running up my clit and exploding in my brain. My nipples have always been very sensitive, but with the vibrator sliding up and down my pussy, my fingers working my nipples, I came explosively. I must have screamed as I came, my body twisting on the bed. As I came down, I shut off the vibe and picked up the dildo. Now that I had come, I wanted to try the dildo. I rubbed the dildo along my pussy, lubricating it and then slowly pushing it into me. I slowly fucked myself, luxuriating in the feeling of the fake dick filling my needy pussy. I fucked myself for a long time, finally cumming again, using the vibrator on my clit while I furiously pushed the dildo in and out of me. I fell asleep after that, waking up several hours later and feeling great. Although I didn’t get most of the chores I had planned, I spent the rest of the day in a state of satisfied bliss. The next day at the bus stop, Cindy asked me if I had opened her gift. I replied that I sure had and told her that I had used them several times and was very happy with them. I thanked her again. She smiled and said she was happy to help. She confided that she had gone through a similar crisis several years ago and a friend of hers had helped. She was glad to have an opportunity to help me. She invited me into her house for a cup of coffee. I asked her if she would mind telling me about how she had dealt with this issue in her marriage. She replied that a friend of hers had given her some sex toys. For a while that had helped. But she said that she realized that sex involved another person and as a result, she needed more than the toys. What she said struck a responsive chord deep inside me. She continued saying, that she had taken on a number of lovers over the years, and seval years ago, her and her husband had begun an open lifestyle. I asked her what that meant and she told me it was also known as mate swapping. .I listened as she told me how she felt about her husband having sex with other woman, finding it very arousing rather than creating jealousy. She confided in me that having a number of sexual partners had opened doors in her sex life. She told me about men who were very accomplished orally and would make her cum until she was sore. She told me about how arousing it was to watch another woman having sex with her husband while she watched from several feet away. My pussy was throbbing as she told me these stories. At first, I was shocked, but as she told me more, the shock was replaced by arousal as I considered having sex with other men. I asked her how the process worked. She replied that one of her lovers belonged to a swingers club in the area. He had introduced her to a number of the male members. One of the wives had helped set up a party where the woman basically took turns arousing her husband. She continued, telling me that she had watched as one woman pulled her husband into a bedroom and undressed him, then proceeded to have sex her husband. She then was pulled into an adjacent bedroom where she had sex with another man. Since that day, they have both embraced the swinger’s life. My pussy was throbbing as she recounted the details of that first swinging experience of he husband. I couldn’t imagine convincing my husband to swing but having sex with other people since I could barely convince him to have sex with me. But the idea certainly struck a chord with me. Plus, I really wasn’t in a position to go out at night and provide my husband with a plausible excuse. When I told this to Cindy she told me not to worry, she had the perfect solution. She told me I could start by meeting some of the members of the club individually and seeing if I enjoyed it. She volunteered to call someone and have them visit me the next day. I told her I would really like to try it. I went home, happy with my decision, excited about what would happen. When I got home, I went up to my room and for the next hour pleasured myself with the vibrator and dildo, cumming several times as I fantasized about sex with a stranger. That night, I lay in my bed, to excited to sleep, the anticipation of the morning racing through my mind. I was out of bed early, fed the kids breakfast, put them on the bus. I went back home and pondered what would be the appropriate attire for my surprise. Having no idea, I finally settled on a pair jeans and a sweater. I did however, put on my sexist panty and bra set and put on lipstick. Finally, it was time. The doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, Cindy and a very cute guy were standing there. I invited them into my house, leading them into the living room. Cindy introduced me to Steve. I blabbered nonsense in response, blushing furiously as I ogled this good looking guy. I don’t know how Cindy knew, but Steve had the looks that pushed all of my buttons. He had longer hair, almost to his collar. It was wavy, a light brown color. He had a very athletic build. – wide shoulders sculpting down to his waist. He offered me his hand, and I reached out and shook it. He stood in front of me, my hand in his. Cindy smoothly interjected, inviting me to sit down. We chat for a few minutes, my nervousness decreased. Cindy finally stands up announcing that she has some things to do and will leave us to get to know each other better. With a wink, she leaves, telling me she will stop back in later. My heart is in my throat, pounding, as I try to figure out what to do next. I needn’t have worried. Steve stands up, walked over to me and takes me into his strong arms. Our lips meet, and I lose track of time. He kisses me, his tongue almost immediately at my lips. I part my lips, his tongue then entering my mouth probing deeply. He is a very good kisser, our tongues probing each others lips and mouth. His hands are not idle, caressing my back, sliding down and cupping my ass, pushing my closer to him. My arms move up, circling his neck, pressing my body against his hardness. I feel him against me, his penis rubbing against my tummy. I am very aroused, and we have only begun. We kiss for a long time, finally parting, catching our breath. His hands move to my breasts, cupping them. His fingers squeeze them, and we both watch as his fingers find my nipples, rubbing them. He reaches down, pulling the sweater up and over my head, his hands then reaching behind me, unsnapping my bra. As my bra slides down my arms, his warm hands return to my now naked breasts, his fingers working my hard nipples, each squeeze sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. My eyes close, my body responding to each caress, desire mounting, need deepening. I gasp as his lips touch a nipple, his hands now smoothly opening my jeans, sliding them off my hips and down my legs. His fingers move between my legs, cupping my pussy, caressing it. I melt under his dual caress. We awkwardly walk to the couch, he helps me sit down, then pulls off my sneakers and removes my jeans. He pulls me ass to the edge of the couch, lowering his head between my legs. I spread my legs wide, silently inviting him to lick me. His tongue and lips caress my inner thighs, teasing me. I am almost crazy with need, wanting him to stop teasing and caress my pussy. My hands reach down, grabbing his head, pulling it up to my pussy. “Please”, I gasp, “lick my pussy”. I look down at him. He smiles, his hands reaching up, grabbing my panties. I lift my hips, wiggling as he pulls my panties down. I spread my legs wide, pulling him back up, begging him stop teasing me. The anticipation grows, until his lips touch mine, his tongue finally touching my pussy. The first touch of his tongue and lips are so erotic, I collapse back onto the couch. Within minutes, I am gasping, trying to hold off my orgasm, his tongue caressing every part of my pussy – sliding into me, long strokes from my clit to my ass, nibbling on my clit. His masterful caresses pushing me to an orgasm. I hear myself moan, waves of pleasure coming from my pussy. But Steve’s tongue continues to lick me. As I come down from my orgasm, his tongue is pushing deep inside my pussy, his lips slurping up my juices. His tongue feels like a penis inside me, wiggling against the walls of my pussy. As his tongue fucks me, his lips are rubbing along my pussy, continuing to caress me. My hands find my breasts, my fingers rubbing my nipples, anticipating another orgasm from this man’s tongue. He doesn’t disappoint me. He sucks my tender clit between his lips, his tongue and lips caressing my clit, while he sucks on it. My whole body lifts up off the couch, my pussy pushing up into his face as another orgasm begins. I grab my nipples, twisting them as my pussy explodes. I reach down, pulling his face from my pussy, sobbing, gasping for breath, begging him to stop. He move up, and his lips meet mine, kissing passionately, our tongues busy, as I taste myself on his lips and tongue. We kiss, our lips slowly caressing, bringing me down from the heights of pleasure. When I catch my breath, I ask him for a minute to recover. He stands up then, slowly stripping in front of me. I watch, eyes laden with satisfaction as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, exposing his chest to me. He pulls the shirt out of his pants, removing it. His hands reach down, undoing his belt and then tugging down on the zipper. He is doing this matter-of-factly, but I watch, fascinated, watching him undress. As he steps out of his jeans and stands up, I can see the outline of his penis against his briefs. He removes them, and I see his penis. It is large, uncircumcised, and not fully erect. His hand reaches up, his fingers wrapping around his penis, and he begins to stroke it, telling me that he wants to fuck me. Before I realize it, I am kneeling in front of him, my face inches from his penis, my hands pumping his penis. I kneel mesmerized, watching his foreskin cover and then uncover the head of his penis as our hands slide up and down. I lean forward, and take the head of his penis in my mouth. I have never enjoyed oral sex, but I want to show this man that I can please him. As my mouth and hands caress him, he encourages me, telling me what to do. I follow his advice, enjoying the feeling that I am providing him pleasure. His words get strained, his breathing ragged. His penis is throbbing in my mouth, and I can taste a salty fluid leaking from him. He moans that he is getting close, and asks me if I want to stop. With a shake of my head, I communicate to him that I want him to come. His hips start to twitch, and I feel him throb in my mouth, ejaculating. I swallow, but it is coming to fast. Each pulse delivers a mouthful, filling my mouth faster than I can swallow. I do my best to keep up, but I feel some dripping down off my chin. It is not the most pleasant tasting stuff, but I eagerly continue swallowing. His hands reach down, pulling my head back off his penis. He pushes me back, following me down, finally lying on top of me. He lifts up, using his arms. I open my legs, marveling at the fact that he is still hard. I reach down, aligning him to my opening, and feeling him part my lips, sliding up into me. With slow strokes, he pushes inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him enter me more deeply, my legs pulling him inside me. He fucks me with a slow rhythm, looking into my eyes. Each stroke feels wonderful, filling me. He is larger than my husband, his penis rubbing up deeply inside me. Despite his size, my lubrication provided just the right friction. He continues to screw me, the pace slow and steady, each stroke filling me, caressing my pussy. My legs tighten around his waist, opening me for his deep thrusts. His eyes are open, watching me. My eyes are open also, watching him fuck me. It just feels so right, not rushed. Each stroke ends with his pubic hair rubbing on my hard clit. At the end of each stroke, he pushes my hips up, rubbing my clit, causing me to moan. The rhythm starts to get to me, my pussy clenching around him with each stroke, the walls of my pussy grabbing him. I am amazed, but the feelings intensify stroke by stoke, bringing another orgasm closer. I close my eyes, moaning, my head shaking from side to side, I feel my nipples harden, on the edge of another orgasm. I hear myself shriek, my entire body shaking as this amazing man continues to fuck me. I have never cum during intercourse, my orgasm just continues as he keeps stroking in and out. As my orgasm wanes, I hear him moan, and his strokes begin to speed up. I reach up, pulling him down on top of me, his body now resting on mine. His hips thrusting hard, I whisper in his ear, encouraging him. He grunts, and I feel his penis pulse inside me. Steve rolls off me and we lie side by side. I lie there, trying to remember if I have ever been so totally satisfied. After a few moments, he moves and asks if he can shower. I get up, and point him to the shower. I shower in my bathroom. We return downstairs when we are done. Steve tells me he has to leave and asks me if I would like to see him again. I eagerly tell him yes. We agree to meet later that week, and he gives me a nice kiss on the cheek before he leaves. The rest of my day floats by. I go to sleep that night and sleep like a baby. The next day at the bus stop, Cindy invites me over for coffee. I accept. I follow her home and we sit down at her kitchen table. She asks me how my day went yesterday with a straight face. I smile back at her and tell her it was, “very satisfying”. She laughs at my response. She then asks if I might be interested in meeting some of her other friends. I reply by telling her if they are anything like Steve, I can’t wait to meet them. She laughs and tells me that she has other friends that would immediately come to mind and that each of them would “fill the bill”. I tell her I am ready to meet them. She tells me that she will talk to them and call me later. We finish coffee and I head home to finish my chores from yesterday. I am on cloud nine all day. I finish my chores in record time, getting all the work done from yesterday as well as today’s chores. At the school bus stop, Cindy tells me that one of her friends would like to come over and meet me tomorrow. I tell her that would be wonderful. How I Fixed My Marriage The next day, I met Rob. Again, Cindy brought him over after the kids had been picked up by the school bus. Rob was an older gentleman, I guessed in his early forties. Cindy sat with us for a few minutes, and then left. Once again, there was an awkward few moments once Cindy left, but I had already seen Rob looking up my skirt, and I had encouraged his attention by casually flashing him a few looks at my panties. With Cindy gone, Rob suggested we move to a place where we could be comfortable. I agreed and led him up to my bedroom. I lit all of the candles in the room, and then moved over by him. He took me in his arms, and we began to kiss. When we started, I wasn’t really aroused like when I had met Steve, but two minutes later, I was really turned on. This guy had the longest tongue I had ever met. When I parted my lips, this huge, serpentine tongue slid into my mouth. This guy’s tongue must have slid 4 – 5 inches into my mouth. He sensuously slid it around, then he worked his tongue around my lips, and I swear to god at one point his tongue was covering my entire upper lip. He licked my lips, sending a very obvious message to my pussy about what was coming. As we kissed, Rob slowly undressed me, until I was standing there in my bra and panties (a matching set I might add). When our kiss broke, his hands had already caressed my nipples into a hardened state and been inside my panties. He suggested we move to the bed. I lay down, and after removing his polo shirt and pants, joined me. He had a nice body and I was looking forward to making love. He lay next to me, pulling me into his arms. His lips and tongue began to caress me, starting at my face and working his way down my neck to my breasts, his lips nibbling on my breasts, working my nipples to a wonderful tingling state. He then continued down, ending up between my thighs, pulling my panties down. His lips moved between my thighs, his tongue and lips working into my pussy. That fantastic tongue began to work up inside my pussy. As his tongue slid up into my pussy, it felt like I was being entered by a penis. Rob began to fuck my pussy with his tongue, his strong hands cupping my ass. He continued licking me like that, periodically working his tongue up, using his tongue and lips to caress my clit. At some point, I managed to cup my breasts, and began to play with my nipples. His tongue felt so good, this guy knew what he was doing. My first orgasm hit me, with Rob’s tongue buried deep inside me. I felt the tip of his tongue curve, and he literally began to spoon my juices into his mouth. This bulge sliding in and out of my pussy caused my clit to rub against its hood, and within minutes, I had a second orgasm from his wonderful tongue. After I recovered, I pulled him up, and we kissed, the taste of my pussy still on his lips and tongue. I lay on top of him, kissing him. I could feel a bulge in his shorts, and slid down between his legs, my hands pulling his shorts down. Rob lifts his hips and I slide his shorts down and off his legs. I wrap a hand around his penis, slowly beginning to stroke him. I watch, fascinated as he begins to grow. His penis continues to grow, but it also begins to thicken. As he grows, my fingers can no longer encircle him. When he is fully hard, his penis is slightly longer than average, but it is very thick. I want to feel him inside me. I crawl up, my thighs over his, and he takes his penis and begins to slide it up and down my pussy, lubricating it with my juices. I feel so independent, sitting astride him. He feels so large as it slides between my lips, but each stroke finds my clit, sending new sexy shivers throughout my body. This continues, my hips joining the rhythm, my pussy becoming more lubricated. Rob finally stops stroking my pussy, and I sit up as he aligns his penis at the entrance to my pussy. I push down, the head entering my pussy, stretching me open. With a tentative thrust, I begin to fill my pussy with his penis. His hands move to my hips, helping me slide up and down. Each stroke slides more of him into me. At some point, I feel his pubic hair on my lips, and then his full length inside me. I continue to fuck him each time moving up until only the head is still inside me, then pushing down, taking all of him inside me. Rob has amazing stamina, fucking me until my hips become sore, and without missing a stroke, he rolls me over, continuing to fuck me. I orgasm as he continues to fuck me, my pussy filled with him. Rob stops, his penis buried inside me, laying on me as I enjoy my orgasm. When recovered, he tells me he wants to have me from behind. We rearrange ourselves, Rob entering me from behind. This pushes him deeper into me, the head of his penis rubbing a spot in my pussy that sends unbelievable pleasure. I come again, this orgasm much more powerful than the others. I lose track of time, Rob fucks me for a long time, finally filling me with his come. We shower together after recovering, and Rob leaves me his phone number with an invitation to call him again. The next day I have another date with Steve. Once again, the sex was great and when he left, I lay in bed, luxuriating in the feeling of total satisfaction. The weekend came, and so my newly awakened love life was put on hold. My husband wanted sex Saturday night, and it was not satisfying. When he was done, he passed out, and I went into the bathroom with my vibrator, sitting on the john. My new toy friend gave me the satisfaction my husband didn’t. As I cleaned my vibrator off, I came to the realization that my husband was not a very good lover. I also realized I was glad I had found an avenue to express my sexual being. Monday came, and with it a new lover. Cindy came over with Drew. Drew was younger than me and quite handsome. I was much more comfortable about the whole situation, making jokes with Cindy about sex, and flashing my panties at Drew shamelessly. Even before Cindy left, Drew and I were kissing and caressing each other. I was just so horny; I really needed to have some good sex. Drew and I followed Cindy to the door, and I watched as Drew and Cindy had quite a passionate kiss before she left. Once again, the sex was wonderful, the foreplay long, slow and very erotic. The highlight for me was a wonderful sixty-nine with Drew, me on top. Drew had a thing for my ass, his hands never leaving it once he had me naked. His hands rubbed my ass, and while we were locked in a sixty-nine, he slipped a finger into my ass, driving me to an incredible orgasm. The combination of his lips and tongue in my pussy and that finger slowly sliding into my ass was unbelievable. I had never had anyone play with my ass before, so this experience opened a new door to me. After we were done, he asked me if I had ever been ass-fucked and I told him I had not. He told me he would love to take my ass cherry if I would allow him. I told him that I was more than willing to consider it. The conversation continued, and we talked about all kinds of sex, including sex with multiple partners. I asked him about Cindy and got quite an earful. Drew told me she was a tiger in bed, on more than one occasion screwing several men until they were unable to perform. I lay there next to Drew, listening to these stories, realizing I was really a novice about sex and deciding to explore more. Drew even told me that Cindy and a number of the other women in their club were bi-sexual, enjoying men as well as women. He told me about how Cindy had seduced his wife. The story was so erotic, I climbed on top of him, and we mad love one more time. For the remainder of the day, I thought about what Drew had said. I had never thought about women in a sexual manner, but Cindy had really been a friend to me, and I was now curious about making love with a woman. The more I thought about it, the more I decided to give it a try. The next morning, I invited Cindy over for a cup of coffee. She agreed. We sat down, and chatted about a variety of subjects. Cindy told me that all of the men, Drew, Steve and Rob were all really thankful that she had introduced them to me. I replied that I was also grateful. She smiled and said that it was no problem. I hesitated, and told her that she had been such a good friend and I was very grateful. I told her that I was hesitant to ask her another favor. She replied that she would be happy to help me. I told her that I had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman and wondered if she would be willing to show me. I looked up and found her smiling broadly. Cindy told me that Drew had told her about the conversation that we had and she was hoping that I might try sex with another woman. I stood up and told her that there was no time like the present. We went upstairs to my bedroom, and she helped me light the candles. She then took me into her arms, caressing my back as she leaned forward to kiss me. I swear to god, I was a convert to girls five seconds after our first kiss. She kissed me better than I have ever been kissed before. This woman took me totally. Her kisses and caresses had me writhing in passion. Her hands undressed me, her lips and tongue caressing each part of my body as my clothes came off. I oohed and aahed as Cindy made love to me. She caressed my breasts for a long time, her fingers, lips and tongue finally leaving my breasts, hard and tingly. She traced a path down my tummy and then between my legs. Cindy teased me, her lips and tongue caressing the inside of my thighs, ignoring my needy pussy until I reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her up into my pussy. She licked my pussy better than anyone. Her lips and tongue stroked every part of my pussy. Without even focusing on my clit, she brought me to a very strong orgasm. Without a break, Cindy continued to lick me to another very strong orgasm, the second one even stronger than the first, her lips sucking on my clit with two of her fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I lay there after my second orgasm, Cindy gently continuing to lick my pussy, but less intensely, bringing me down. As I lay there in a state of sexual bliss, heart pounding. I fell Cindy begin to stroke the front of my pussy, making me feel very aroused. As she continues to rub her fingers there, I get an overwhelming sensation of having to pee. I beg her to stop, telling her I have to pee. She laughs and tells me to relax and enjoy, that this is a natural sensation. I lie back, and she continues to rub me. The sense of having to pee gets stronger, as does the sense sensations of another orgasm approaches. With a loud moan, I orgasm yet again, and I feel a gushing of liquids flowing out of my pussy. I am ashamed, feeling like a child who wet herself, but Cindy is busily licking my pussy, sucking all these juices. I let my orgasm continue, unable to help myself. When done, I apologize for peeing on her. She tells me that I didn’t pee but had a g-spot orgasm and that it is not at all unusual to secrete a lot of liquid. Cindy comes up and lies next to me, wrapping me in her arms and reassuring me. I relax in her arms, the glow of many good orgasms relaxing me. I want to make love to Cindy and show her my appreciation. But I know I can’t do it as well as she did for me. I reach out, and begin to caress her breasts, caressing her the way I like to be caressed. I watch her face intently, looking to see her reaction. I know I am on the right track when she closes her eyes, rolling over onto her back. I continue to caress her breasts, wetting my fingers with saliva from my mouth. I lean over, my lips taking a turgid nipple between them, gently pulling on it. I feel Cindy place a hand on the back of my head. This further increases my confidence. As I continue to lick and suck on her chest, alternating my attention between both of her breasts, my fingers slide up between her parted thighs. I slowly trace my fingers along her pussy, parting her lips. Cindy has shaven most of her pussy, with only a very closely trimmed patch on her pubes. I marvel at the smooth feel, making a mental note to try shaving mine. I take her clit between my forefinger and thumb, slowly pulling outward, my fingers stroking her clit underneath the hood. I know this caress feels wonderful for me, and I continue to gain confidence when Cindy moans. As much as I want to continue this way, I know that I want to taste her, bringing her to an orgasm with my lips and tongue. I move down between her thighs, noting her watching me as I lay down. We smile at each other as my lips and tongue get their first taste of another woman’s juices, tasting the tangy yet not unpleasant taste. Cindy closes her eyes with a sigh. I begin to lick her pussy, trying to duplicate the things that I like. Cindy begins to moan, her hips pushing up off the bed. She moans encouragement to me, telling me that she loves what I am doing. My tongue roves, alternating between licking and sucking on her clit, or playfully sliding inside her. I watch in awe as her hips begin to thrust, accompanied by loud moaning. I feel totally in tune with her body, my caresses knowing just how to touch her, bringing her to an orgasm. My lips continue to caress her, leaving her sensitive clit, but continuing my caresses. I slide one finger, then a second up into Cindy, twisting them around, fucking her with my fingers. I try to find the spot up in the front that caused me to cum so hard. My fingers find a hard, raised pad, rippled. As my fingers stroke that area on each stroke, Cindy begins to moan again. My lips continue to lick and caress her pussy, licking around my fingers. Cindy’s moans grow louder, her hips pumping as I continue to work my fingers into her. She orgasms again, and I am surprised at the volume of the fluids that come from her. I carefully cleaned her up, my tongue licking up all of her juices, the fluid sweeter than before. We lay together for a few minutes, arm in arm. We finally part, separating from each other. We stand up and begin to find our clothes. We dress and head back downstairs. We sit down at the kitchen table and talk about what just happened. Cindy asked me how I felt about what just happened. I told her that I really enjoyed it and was looking forward to continuing our relationship. Cindy asked me if I would consider being with another woman. I told her that I was certainly open to the idea. I told her that over the past two weeks I had met people that were very accomplished lovers and that I was enjoying every minute of it. We talked about the challenges of living this lifestyle and keeping my husband unaware. I told her for the time being, I didn’t want to share this with my husband. Cindy said she understood but was very willing to help me get my husband involved. She even volunteered to seduce him if I wanted. I thanked her and told her I would keep it in mind. Well, you now know my story. I have my lovers several times a week. I have broadened my horizons to include another woman that joined Cindy and I in a wonderful three way. I have also made love to Cindy’s husband, who took a day off from work after Cindy told him about our first time together. I am no longer dissatisfied with my sex-life, I am having the best sex of my life. In addition to my husband, I now have a whole series of lovers that are willing to love me and help me take care of my needs. I have tried things with my lovers that I never would have considered a month ago. I am a happier, better adjusted person. An unintended consequence of my new life, I have lost four pounds. I have followed Cindy’s lead, shaving my pussy lips, leaving just a very narrow, short strip on my pubes. I have thrown out all my old panties, now wearing only silky thongs that caress my pussy under my clothes, keeping me in a constant state of sexual arousal. Every person I meet becomes a potential sex partner. I even flashed a delivery guy, bending over and letting him see my breasts, knowing by the look on his face that he enjoyed the view. I am also going through candles in my bedroom at a very fast pace, replacing most of them in the past month. My husband knows something is going on, but he is too busy to stop and figure it out. I’m sure the fact that I am no longer bitchy is making his life easier. Cindy keeps bugging me to attend a swinger’s party, promising that the sex would be unbelievable and beyond anything I can imagine. Each time she bugs me, I move closer to finding a way to join them. If I do, I will certainly let you know.