9 comments/ 58946 views/ 15 favorites Tripping the Switch Ch. 01 By: kelmag We had been married almost nineteen years and for most of that time had a pretty good sex life. Oh, we'd had some earth-shattering moments, particularly in our younger years, but it had settled down into a nice, comfortable pattern of dependably satisfying sex a couple of times a week after the kids went to bed for many years afterward. Usually, the sex would start with some stroking and kissing, then more focused stroking of our genitals, followed by intercourse. Trina always insisted that I cum first. She never was able to orgasm from intercourse and preferred that I use my fingers and a vibrator afterwards. Sometimes, when she was feeling especially wicked and had a few drinks, she would take over use of the vibrator herself and put on a show for me, straddling my upper chest and neck to give me a close-up view. Trina had always been an energetic, vibrant woman. She was tall, five foot eleven inches in her stockinged feet, blonde (mostly natural) and well proportioned; keeping herself fit with regular aerobic and weight training exercise. Even in her stockinged feet she was a few inches taller than me; in heels she towered over me but I didn't mind - she had great looking legs that seemed to go forever and the heels seemed to accentuate that feature. I felt very lucky to have a wife that really took care of herself. Even after two kids, she still had only a slightly fuller figure than she'd had in her twenties. So many of my friends' wives' had really let themselves go to pot after they had kids, packing on the pounds, becoming matronly long before their time. It was no wonder so many of their husbands developed a wandering eye. The pattern of our sex life began to change a few years ago. As the kids got older, they started to go to bed later, leaving Trina and I with little time during the week to get frisky before she was just too tired to go at it. In fact, as the kids got older and stayed up later, Trina seemed to reach her time of being too tired to play earlier and earlier. Eventually, the weekday window of opportunity disappeared completely. Our sex life was reduced to once a week and sometimes even less when various life events happened - the kids would have friends sleep over during the weekend or we would have family stay over. The every week play seemed to slip almost imperceptibly into twice a month; and then just once a month or less. I talked to Trina many times about how our sex life seemed to be slipping away but it didn't seem to bother her. The fact that it didn't seem to bother her really bothered me. It seemed there was always a reason she could find for not having sex. Either she was too tired or too distracted by some concern. Lately, there seemed to be a lot of physical ailments that seemed to crop up just when it seemed we could have some together time. There were headaches, sinus infections, cramps and yeast infections (yuck!). In the last few months, she seemed to always have a bladder infection which she blamed on our having sexual intercourse and she complained of dryness and chafing no matter how much lubricant I used. The last couple of months, she complained so much about how dry and painful it was to have intercourse that our sex life was reduced pretty much to hand jobs since she didn't like to perform oral sex. I suggested anal sex, something we had done before and she seemed to enjoy if she's had enough to drink before hand and she kept a vibrator pressed tightly against her pussy, but lately she refused, protesting that I was too big for her and it hurt. I had to admit, she probably had a point since I was a little larger than usual but not huge. Still, I persisted since the hand jobs didn't do much more than relieve the sexual tension briefly. She wasn't very good at it - the lack of enthusiasm was apparent; often I had to end up just getting myself off. Finally, she went to old Doc Palmer, her gynecologist for twenty years and got herself completely checked out. The results came back several weeks ago. She was informed that she had very low hormonal levels - she had pre-menopausal low levels of estrogen and her testosterone was so low that it was practically nonexistent. Trina told me that the low level of estrogen was causing her vaginal dryness and chafing during intercourse. She also told me that Doc Palmer told her giving her an estrogen supplement was out of the question with her family history of breast cancer - estrogen could accelerate cancer growth. But he could give her some testosterone. Apparently, although women generally have a low level of the male hormone, they should have some of it and it's near complete absence probably accounted for her low libido - her lack of interest or desire for sex. He started her on a low dose testosterone patch that day. This last weekend the kids slept over at their cousin's house Saturday night and Trina and I stayed home and watched a rented movie - a pretty hot little film called "Trois 2: Pandora's Box." It wasn't quite x-rated, but it was about as sexy as it could be without getting the x-rating. My plan was pretty simple. Watch a hot movie with her. Get enough alcohol in her to lower her inhibitions and then convince her to have anal sex with me. The few times she had allowed me through her back door, I'd had incredibly powerful, "blow the top of the head off" orgasms. I wanted that again. And, despite her protestations about my size or pain, she'd still managed to have earth-shaking, body jerking orgasms herself with one of her vibrators planted against her pussy. With nobody in the house, we were able to get ourselves very comfortable for the movie. I was in nothing but boxer shorts; Trina slipped into a deliciously sexy black camisole, thong panties and sheer, black stockings. Neither of us had any doubt about what this evening was about - and refreshingly, Trina seemed to be about as eager for the night to get started as I was. Well, over the course of the two hour movie, I had managed to get four shots of eighty proof vodka into her, mixed with sweet lemonade as she munched some extra salty popcorn. Whether it was the vodka or the libido boost from the testosterone patch or some combination of both, Trina was like her old self, very affectionate, and very sensual. We cuddled together on the couch and about halfway through the movie, during one of the hotter sex scenes, I began stroking her long legs through the sheer, smooth black stockings and she began stroking my very hard dick through the thin material of my boxer shorts. By the end of the movie, we were both practically vibrating with sexual tension, yearning for release. We retired to the bedroom where I had already set out several of her vibrators and a full bottle of lubricant. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet so I supported her with my arm around her waist as we walked down the hallway. She couldn't keep her hands off of me, stroking my member and remarking on how large and hard it felt. It has been a very long time since she had shown me or it much attention. I loved it and silently thanked the doctor for the testosterone boost. We got to the bed and she turned quickly and pushed me down onto it, laughing and giggling like a school girl. I was laughing right along with her as she climbed on top of me until she was straddling my hips with her long legs. With her long, shapely torso and large, pillowy, "d-cup" sized breast, she was a sight to behold seated astride me. Quickly, she removed her camisole, pulling it over her head and tossing it behind her, then shaking her large mane of blonde hair as she arched her back and thrust her breasts out. Slowly, she leaned over and kissed me, open mouthed, thrusting her tongue deeply into my oral cavity and swiping it all around. She was so insistent and powerful with her tongue thrusts that I couldn't even reciprocate, a little surprised but nonetheless elated that she was so turned on. It was a dream come true. Trina inched her way up my torso and leaned over further, presenting her white, pendulous breasts for my attention. I didn't hesitate, taking one of her large, spiky hard nipples in my mouth and tonguing it, as I used my fingers to massage and knead the other. A low moan escaped her lips, a type of moan I hadn't heard in a long time. I continued to work one breast and then the other with my mouth, using my hands to provide attention to the other one. She began rubbing her crotch into my belly as I sucked on her nipples. She was completely lost in sexual passion - a condition I hadn't seen her in since the first few years of our marriage. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted up towards the ceiling and the low moans continued as I continued to suck and tongue her nipples and she rubbed her hot crotch against me looking for friction on just the right spot. She lifted her torso up, breaking the grip of my lips on her nipple and slid herself further up my torso until she was kneeling astride my chest. She was close enough now for me to smell the heavy, musky aroma emanating from her crotch, still just barely covered by the thong panty. It had been a very long time since I had smelled the wonderful aroma of her arousal. Early in our marriage she seemed to enjoy it when I performed oral sex on her. Later, after the two kids, she demurred whenever I suggested it or seemed to be headed in that direction. She was not the slightest bit shy about it this time, sliding her knees alongside my torso until she was positioned right above my upturned face. I felt her lean over and retrieve one of her vibrators from the night stand. She turned it on, producing a loud hum like the sound of an electric razor. With her other hand, she pulled aside the thin strip of material covering her pussy and immediately placed the tip of the vibrator just above her slit and pressed it in, moaning loudly at the first contact. Her hips jerked immediately, muscles clenching in spasm as a bolt of pure pleasure rushed through her. I heard the loud intake of breath as she gasped, moaned and writhed as she slowly moved the tip of the vibrator around her clit. "Give me your tongue, Jeff, your tongue, your tongue," she gasped breathlessly as she yanked the think strip of covering panty material widely aside, exposing her glistening nether lips. I was surprised, even a little shocked by it all. Not in a prudish way, but just so surprised at the power of her sexual response and her desire for oral sex. She had always seemed sort of indifferent to it, even during our hotter, younger years together. Now she wanted it - badly. I was also surprised that she seemed to have trimmed her pussy hairs so they were very short and neat; I think they call it a bikini wax. She had never done that before. It didn't take me long to respond as I extended my tongue and made a long, slow, lengthwise swipe of her slit. So much for dryness and chafing. She was not just moist. She was wet; dripping wet, her juices covered my lips as I licked. Looking up at her shaking, chest heaving with great gasps of air, perspiration covering the huge globes of her breasts as they swayed with her movement, I couldn't believe just how sexy and arousing the sight, sound and smell of it all. I had never experienced anything remotely like it in our nearly twenty years of marriage; nothing even close. Suddenly, she rose up, got to her feet, stood up on the bed still straddling my neck and jerked her panties off her hips, allowing them to slide down until they covered my face, the scent of her sex all over it, before lifting it up with her foot and tossing it aside. Again, the sight was something out of a wet dream - Trina, in nothing but black stockings, towering over me, glistening with sweat, chest heaving as though she had just finished running a sprint. Just as suddenly, she dropped back down on her knees, her pussy just above my face. She lowered herself to me until her wet slit pressed itself against my lips. I felt her free hand slipping behind the back of my neck and her other hand lower itself until the tip of the still humming vibrator touched the top of her clit. She jerked forward at the touch and moaned: "Fuck me with your tongue Jeff - with your tongue; fuck me with it," she whispered desperately as she thrust her hips forward to press herself tightly against my lips. Again, I was surprised - Trina had never said anything like that before. She had always been so modest and passive during sex, even when we were younger. I didn't know who this new Trina was but I was liking it - loving it in fact. I quickly responded, extending my tongue until it found her love tunnel, then thrusting it in as far as I could. Trina moaned immediately and thrust her hips forward to get as much penetration as she could. I flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly in a fluttering motion and immediately felt her fingers tighten on the back of my neck and then felt a sudden jerk of her hand pulling me tightly to her. I was surprised at her strength. I couldn't breath, she was smothering me but I was so aroused by it all that it was a minute or so before I began struggling for breath. Trina relented, releasing the pressure on my neck, allowing me to breath a few times before again tightly pressing me against her. Then she began sliding herself up and down against my lips, looking for something, some point of friction or pressure that would send her over the top. I could tell from her rapid breathing and the tension of her muscular legs that she was close - very close. The number of small, powerful spasms increased as she climbed the orgasm ladder, reaching one plateau of intense pleasure after another, as she continued her ascent. "Suck my clit - suck it . . . suck it, Jeff! She hissed through clenched teeth as she struggled to get enough air to support her exertions. I found it with my tongue, the hard nub at the top of her slit and slid my lips around it, expecting to have a hard time holding the small, slippery little button between my lips. I was surprised to find her clit was not a small, little nub as I had remembered it from our early years, but a stiff chunk of flesh about half the size of my pinky. It was much larger than I had remembered it to be. Does a woman's clit grow as she ages? I had no idea. I slid my lips over it and sucked on it, drawing an immediate reaction from Trina who tensed her leg muscles tightly, gripping my head with her powerful hand. I could hardly move but she took over, thrusting her hips forward until the small shaft of her clit had penetrated my mouth before withdrawing her hips, sliding it out until just the tip was on my lips. I pressed down a little harder on the tip which made her squirm and writhe in pleasure. The moaning got louder and then the moans formed into words: "Oh my God, Oh my God, Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh My Goddddddddddd! She was thrusting hard now, sliding her clit back and forth across my tightened lips, almost as though she was fucking my mouth with her little shaft. Her juices covered my nose and mouth and dripped down my chin onto my upper chest and neck. She had tossed her vibrator down beside her and used her other hand to grip the back of neck on the other side. Using both hands and her knees she held me tightly in place as she fucked my lips with her oversized clit. All I could do was vary the pressure of my lips and use my tongue to swipe along the sides of the little shaft and around the tip. She was like a woman possessed, thrusting her hips maniacally until there was a sudden jerk forward as though somebody shoved her hard from behind. Then, her legs tensed until her inner thighs felt like they would crush my skull. Finally, there was a moment's pause before the spasms hit. "Oh God Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Goddddddd Yesssssssssss! Uggghhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Yesssssssss! Yessssssssssssssssssss! Trina's body jerked and thrashed like an epileptic in the midst of a Grand Mal seizure. It was as though she had lost control of her body and it was just thrashing around on its own. I had never experienced anything like it - either from Trina or anybody else I had ever slept with. In fact, I'd never heard of anybody having an orgasm that intense or long lasting. She must have shook and shivered and moaned for more than two minutes as she squeezed every last drop of pleasure out of it. It was as though she was making up for nineteen years of missed or incomplete orgasms all in one night. Finally, she collapsed on top of me. She was very still, eerily still with only the movement of her chest against mine as she breathed deeply my only reassurance that she was okay. Slowly she raised her head and torso from my body, her legs still straddling my belly. She looked down at me, her eyes still a little unfocused when she spoke softly, slurring her words: "I'll bet Jeffy is just dying to cum, isn't he," she said, her eyes coming into focus as she spoke. "Ye - yes Trina, I sure am. I'm bursting," I said as I reached around and pressed my rigid, hot shaft against the top of her butt. "Yes, I'm sure you are, I'm sure you are," she giggled, reaching back around with her right hand to lightly stroke my throbbing member. My body tensed immediately at her touch and I began automatically thrusting up with my hips, seeking friction and blessed relief. She took her hand off my shaft immediately and smiled. "And I suppose Jeffy would love to have my ass, wouldn't he," she said, her eyes locked onto mine, seeming to look through them, into the deep recesses of my inflamed mind. "Yes, oh yes, I replied," excited beyond belief at the prospect. "I'm sure you would Jeffy," she said smiling, her continued use of the diminutive "Jeffy," cute at the start was starting to bother me, but not enough to spoil the moment by saying something about it. "My ass is hot and tight and waiting for you," she continued in a husky, sexy voice, grinding her bottom into my pubic mound to emphasize the point. I began to reach around her with one hand, searching for that tight, delectable asshole of hers while reaching for the bottle of lube with the other. I wanted to be inside that tight, little hole now as in immediately. Trina took both of my reaching hands by the wrists and brought them back over my head, leaning forward as she did so until she was pressed tightly on top me of me. She moved her head to the side of mine and licked the crevices of my earlobe with just the tip of her hot tongue before whispering: "But there are a couple of small conditions, Jeffy," her breath hot and moist in my ear. "Anything, I'll do anything Trina, anything, anything!" I pleaded, squirming with lust under her. "Hmmmmmm, guess this would be a good time to ask for a new car, huh Jeffy," she said with a short laugh. "Oh god - stop joking, I can't take this - what do you want - just tell me, I'll do anything," I pleaded again, not caring how pathetic I sounded. "Good, good, 'anything,' covers a lot," she said pausing for a few moments and then continuing. "But I have just two little conditions," she said, then slowly swiped her long, hot, wet tongue all along the rim of my earlobe. "The first condition is that your hands hold onto the bars of the headboard," she said moving my hands up and wrapping my fingers around the vertical columns of the brass headboard of our bed. "If you let them go at any time, everything stops for good - the only thing that will get you off tonight then would be your own hand." "Okay, okay," I said quickly, "my hands will never leave the bars; I promise," I said pleading with my eyes to hurry up as I took a firm grip on the bars with both hands. "And the other condition, . . . the other condition," she said, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper as she leaned in against my ear until her lips were just brushing the opening of my ear canal: Tripping the Switch Ch. 01 "If you get to have my ass tonight, I get to have yours . . . not just tonight but from now on; whenever I want it." "Okay, okay," I again replied quickly, not really thinking about what she said or what it meant. My mind, what little was left of it, focused entirely on getting into the tight, squeezing rosebud of her ass and getting off, exploding inside of her. "Okay Jeffy, hold on," she said releasing my wrists and rising until she was again seated upright on my stomach. She slid forward on her knees as she reached down to the night stand for the bottle of lube. She pumped a large glob into the palm of her left hand before setting the bottle down on the mattress next to her. "First, a little show for you Jeffy," she said as she slid herself up my torso until she was positioned directly over my face. She rose up on her knees and tilted her hips forward until her ass was directly above my eyes. I watch, entranced as she took the gob of lube with the fingers of her right hand and used her left to pull open those luscious, round, white ass cheeks of hers. With her middle finger stiffly extended, she brought the tip of it to her tight little rosette and spread the lube all around before slowly entering herself with just the tip of her finger. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, head tilted up to the ceiling, eyes closed. My face was flushed and radiating heat as my arousal at the sight went beyond any kind of excitement I had ever felt before. She began slowly finger fucking her asshole, moaning and grinding her hips with each stroke of her finger. Trina picked up one of the vibrators and applied it lengthwise along her dripping wet slit, sliding it up and down several times before turning it on. At the first sound of the buzz, her hips jerked forward, pressing her mound to the vibrating shaft. "Oh, Oh, Oh, oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahh! Ahhh! Oh God Yesssssss! Yesssssssssssssss! Her hips were thrusting wildly, back and forth like an engine with an over speed trip that had failed. Her pussy was a wet blur, as her juices seemed to squirt from her gash all over my face. Like so much else that had happened so far, I had never seen anything like it. I looked up at her, past the squishing pussy and wildly swaying breasts to her face which was contorted into a mask of such exquisite pleasure that it looked almost like an expression of pain. My wife, Trina, was acting like a woman possessed - possessed by what I had no idea, but the woman gyrating wildly above, although inhabiting Trina's body was acting in a way that was totally foreign to all of my years of experience with her. I wasn't complaining mind you but I was so stunned that I was relegated to the role of passive observer. Whoever this Trina was - she was clearly in charge. After this second massive orgasm, she should have collapsed in blissful exhaustion, fully sated for the night. After all, Trina is nearly fifty years old and the two cups of lemonade I had given her had four shots of vodka in it. The amount of alcohol she consumed was equivalent to drinking half a bottle of wine. The old Trina would have been out after the first orgasm. This new version of Trina didn't miss a beat after her second big "O." To my surprise and delight, she immediately slid down my torso until she was kneeling astride my hips. Smiling, she picked up the bottle of lube and pumped another glob into her upturned hand. Picking up some with the fingers of her other hand, she said: "Your turn now Jeffy poo." Bringing her lube covered fingers around behind herself, she found my quivering, turgid rod and gripped it lightly, drawing her lube covered fingers down, around and back up the shaft. Immediately, my body went rigid, reacting to the pleasure of her touch. I moaned loudly and she smiled, pleased with my response. She took more of the lube and added another coating to my shaft, concentrating on the sensitive head and glans. Then, raising herself up higher on her knees, she took a firmer grip on my shaft and guided it to the inner crevice of her ass, held open by her other hand. Slowly, she rubbed it against the already slickly coated, warm, soft inner crease of her ass, stopping at her anal entrance and circling it, teasing me, before continuing with the lengthwise stroking of her inner cheeks with my sensitive dick head. "Please!" I begged. "Please, now Trina, now. Please!" She didn't reply. In fact she didn't change anything she was doing for several minutes as she teased and tortured me, letting me approach her entrance, even stopping and pressing against it for a few moments before being moved away by her controlling hand. I couldn't take it anymore. I bucked my hips up when she stopped at the entrance, but she just laughed and moved it away, giving it a tight, almost painful squeeze. "We'll do this when I'm ready, Jeffy. I know you're ready honey. Just lie back, close your eyes and let me do it." Not wanting her to change her mind and refuse anal sex and having no other choice, I did as I was told and just closed my eyes, losing myself in the rush of pleasure coursing through me. I felt her stop at her entrance again and this time press herself down on me while holding herself open. It was soooooo tight. I could feel the muscular band of her sphincter surrounding the head of my dick, squeezing it. Slowly, I felt her band of muscle yield, opening up. I could feel the pressure on my shaft sliding downward from the tip of my dick head down to the glans. "Oh god yesss! Yesssssssss!" I hissed through clenched teeth as the constricting band of her sphincter muscle around my glans shot bolt after bolt of pleasure through me. I almost came right there but her fingers on my shaft suddenly tightened and held it that way until the feeling that I was about to cum passed. She pressed down harder and finally engulfed the head of my dick with her hot, slick, tight asshole. The feeling of sliding into her; the glans passing through the band of muscle was like no other feeling. Instead of continuing to slide into her through, she held me there in place with just the head of my dick buried in her. I felt her hand release the pressure on my shaft and then let go altogether. With her fingers still slick from my shaft, they dropped lower and found my scrotum, encircling it with her palm and gently massaging it. My balls, already engorged and swollen were painfully sensitive to her touch. The mixture of pain and pleasure was difficult to separate out - my senses felt like they were being overwhelmed. Her fingers released my balls and slid lower, finding the sensitive, swollen patch of skin between my scrotum and anus, the peritoneum. With just the tips of her middle and forefinger, she began to massage the area, pushing down with moderate pressure. My reaction was immediate. My whole body stiffened at the new stream of pleasurable feelings suddenly rushing over me from a new location. Trina removed her massaging fingers briefly to reload them with lube before returning to that area just below my scrotum. This time she didn't stop there and massage. She continued to my ass crack and began slathering the lube from her fingers all along the crack, finally circling and concentrating on my anal entrance. It felt so good. It was all good - her massaging fingers, the tight grip of her anal sphincter gripping the head of my dick, sounds and smells of sex; intense, no boundaries sex. I was in all new territory and I was loving it. Then I felt her middle finger press against my anal entrance - not suddenly, not jabbing or poking, but with a steady, constant pressure until my little rosebud gave way. At the same time, I felt her anal sphincter relax and allow my shaft to slide further into her. The simultaneous sensations of her finger penetrating my ass and my dick penetrating hers was beyond description. It created a firestorm, or more accurately, an electrical storm of pleasure throughout my groin, with intense, almost unbearably sweet pleasure seeming to be everyplace in my crotch and ass. She continued the steady pressure of her finger, slowly, inexorably penetrating me, and the pressure of her rectum gripping more and more of my shaft as it slowly slid in. Her middle finger continued to penetrate me until it was in me to the hilt. She held it there motionless as she slowly settled her ass down on my shaft, sucking it into her hot, slick rectum, absorbing it. She moved up and down a few times, stroking it inside her, evening out the lube before continuing down, drawing my shaft into her. Even without downward pressure from her, my dick was drawn up into her, as though there was a vacuum in her rectum. In a few moments I was completely in her, the tight ring of her sphincter gripping the very base of my shaft. Once I was fully in her, Trina's impaling middle finger came back to life. At first, I felt a sort of tickling sensation as she slowly wiggled and bent her finger in a kind of "come hither" motion, scraping her fingertip along the smooth wall of my rectum. Then she seemed to be searching for something with her fingertip; then finding it, concentrating on making small circles with light pressure on what seemed a firm lump in my rectal wall. It was my prostate and the gentle, circling massage felt odd at first and then increasingly pleasurable. Again I moaned loudly. "Yesss, Trina, yessss, yesssssss, right there, right there, a little harder," I urged her as I began wiggling and squirming, unable to keep myself still with her finger fluttering and massaging deep inside me. Just as my brain seemed to focus on the new sensations coming from my ass, Trina would move, shift, rise up, grind her hips or otherwise change the incredibly intense sensations coming from my dick - seemingly from every nerve on every part of my shaft. As my mind shifted to that set of pleasurable sensations, Trina would add pressure or change the direction of her massage of my prostate, sending my overmatched brain oscillating back and forth between the two different but each intensely pleasurable sensations. Finally, my brain couldn't switch back and forth fast enough to keep up and it somehow merged the sensations. Then she touched a particularly sensitive spot and I went off. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It began deep in my ass, I kind of burning sensation, almost painful in the sharpness of the pleasure, followed by a wildfire like ignition of every orgasmic nerve ending in my dick from the sweet spot just below the bottom side of the head down to the root buried deeply in my groin. I went completely rigid as time seemed to stop before convulsing in spasms so hard that it hurt. "Acckkkkkkkkk Agggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhheeeeeiiiiiiiii! Ahhhheeiiigggghhhhh! Ahhhhh! AHHHHhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I was ejaculating wildly in her ass as she clamped down hard on my shaft, relaxed and clamped down again, pumping me over and over again. The orgasm didn't stop - tears of pure joy flowed from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. She continued to flutter her fingers against my prostate while pumping my dick in her ass, rising and falling, plunging the shaft deeply into her bowels and withdrawing when she relaxed her sphincter and then clamping down hard and grinding her ass into me. I couldn't take it anymore and began shivering all over, unable to stop as my body vibrated, shaking uncontrollably. "No more, no more," I pleaded, feeling as though an electric current was flowing through me - intensely pleasurable, hot, burning, vibrating, spasming, crossing over into painful and then back to pleasurable. The room started to spin and I felt light headed, as though I was going to pass out. My violent spasms and contractions slowed until they finally stopped. I went completely limp. Hands losing their grip on the headboard bars, legs splayed widely apart. My eyes wouldn't focus - everything was fuzzy, as I felt Trina rise up from my shrinking dick until it exited with a quiet "plop" from her lubricated tunnel. I felt an overwhelming need to close my eyes. I fought to keep them open as I watched Trina crawl up my torso and then raise herself up on her knees before straddling my face. The powerful scent of her cum juices and mine enveloped me. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the feel of that hot, syrupy liquid streaming out of her ass and pussy, falling on my nose and cheeks, rolling down my jaw, across my lips and chin and then down my neck. It was so hot that it felt like it was burning my skin. Then the loud buzz of the vibrator as Trina masturbated above, greedily coaxing a third orgasm out of her hot box. She was bouncing up and down, sighing and moaning loudly but all of it - the sights, the sounds, the smells, the touch, even the taste of it all just faded away as I was enveloped in the darkness and silence of the deepest sleep. - - - - - - - - - I'm not sure what it was that woke me up: the sway and vibrations of the bed, the soft moans behind me or my need to pee, but I was at least semi-awake, lying on my side, one eye open. It was still dark with perhaps just the first light of dawn just starting to show through window shades. I focused my one open eye on the glowing numbers of my night stand clock and made out the time as 5:16. The bed vibrations increased, the mattress was shaking as the moans behind me got louder. "Mmmmmmm . . . mmmmm . . . ugh . . . mmmmmm . . . ugh-oh . . . mmmmmmmmm." I thought at first that Trina was in pain, maybe cramps or something but my slowly waking brain put the bed vibrations together with the soft moans and came to the right conclusion. Trina was masturbating - and having and a damn fine time doing it too from the sounds of her moans and the increasingly violent shaking of the bed. I smiled to myself thinking that the pendulum of Trina's libido has certainly swung far over in the hot direction. As best I could tell, she came three times last night and here she was, masturbating just hours later like a bitch in heat. It didn't seem possible that Trina could have changed so radically in a few short weeks but I wasn't about to complain. I'd waited all my life for a woman whose sex drive mirrored my own, even fantasized about - "What would it be like to have a women want sex every day, just like me?" I'd often wondered. Perhaps I was about to find out. I reached back with my left hand and found her leg, still sheathed in smooth nylon, and ran my hands lightly down her thigh. The bed vibrations stopped immediately. There was complete silence for several moments before I felt her hand tightly grip the wrist of my wandering hand and move it quickly and decisively back in front of my leg, pushing it down hard into the mattress for emphasis. I started to roll over to face her and immediately felt her hand on my shoulder stopping me. "Honey, I . . . I . . .," was all I managed to get out before Trina hissed: "Shhhhhhh! Be quiet! Don't spoil it. Lie still. You'll enjoy it. I promise," she said in short, choppy bursts, enunciating every syllable of each word for emphasis. Her hand quickly snaking its way between my legs and up to my groin silenced me immediately, except for the quiet "ahhhhhh" of pleasure that escaped my lips as her fingers found my already turgid shaft. Between Trina's masturbating and my own full bladder, I was completely erect, stiff as could be and starting to pulsate with desire. Trina's fingers began lightly stroking my cock and balls as she resumed playing with her pussy. The soft moans of pleasure were now coming from both of us and the bed once again began shaking and vibrating with the movement of her hips as she thrust back against her invading digits. The fingers of her left hand played lightly along my shaft, never stopping long enough to rub or squeeze; just moving up and down with the lightest pressure imaginable, occasionally dipping down to my swelling balls to lightly tug on them. It was maddening, as my arousal grew I needed more friction, more pressure, but received only the continued light play of her fingertips. I began involuntarily thrusting, instinctively seeking the greater contact. Trina easily parried the attempt, removing her fingers completely when I thrust forward. Her hand was very slick. She must have covered it in silicon lube before she started masturbating because it was as slippery as could be. Again, I reached my hand back to touch her. She responded immediately by removing her hand completely from my cock and waiting. I got the message, removing my hand from her and returning it my side. Trina immediately resumed stroking me but still just barely making contact. There was nothing I could do - she was clearly in control. It seemed anything I did to increase my pleasure was immediately met by a removal of pleasure. I remained as still as I could, hoping she would provide more pressure before I went out of my mind. I felt her fingers grip my shaft a little harder. I smiled in response and let out a sigh of relief. "That's it," I said as Trina began stroking me up and down with more of the friction that I needed. I felt my arousal jump, little zings of pleasure raced through my dick and then seemed to spread out across my entire groin just as I felt the flutter and slippery plunge of her index finger entering my anus. I was surprised but not shocked - her finger had been there last night and it felt good; in fact in felt fantastic when I came, seeming to multiple and extend the power of the orgasm. I moaned loudly as she wiggled it in me, seeking out the soft lump of my prostate and finding it with her fingertip. "Yessssssssssssss . . . ahhh, yesssssssssssssssssss," I hissed through clenched teeth and closed eyes. She began to slowly plunge her finger in and out of me while she continued to pump my shaft. Trina had a tight grip on my dick and stroked down hard on it in a stabbing motion, as though she was trying to drive my rigid shaft through my groin, while at the same time thrusting her finger in my ass; pausing for a few moments while her finger was fully in me and the side of her other hand was pressed against my pubic mound before resuming the pumping and thrusting action. As her hands slipped over the head of my dick I could feel the different slickness of my copious pre-cum as it coated her fingers, the action of the prostate massage forcing it out of me in a continuous flow. I knew I wouldn't last very long at this pace. Then Trina shifted her body closer to mine, touching me, spooning me, fitting around me, we were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle placed together. I felt her soft breasts pressed into my back and then the contrasting hardness of her nipples indenting the flesh of my shoulder blades. Her smooth, nylon clad legs fit perfectly into the curvature of my own. She rested the side of her face on mine, her lips brushing my earlobe. I was thrusting back to meet her impaling finger with every stroke, as her grip on my shaft tightened until I poised on the edge of the dividing line between pleasure and pain. I felt her hot, wet tongue lick my earlobe and then dig its tip into the opening of my ear canal. I could feel that special little internal release of tiny sphincters in my shaft and prostate; the skin of my scrotum thickening and wrinkling as my balls instinctively drew up just prior to orgasmic release. I felt the heat flooding my groin, a telltale sign for me that I was approaching the point of inevitability. I knew I was just seconds from blast off. I was so distracted by my impending orgasm that I barely noticed the shift of Trina's body pressing on mine. In half a moment, she had rolled me a quarter turn until was I was flat on my belly, her long, substantial body on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. My mind still focused on my impending release, I was taken completely by surprise when she suddenly tightened her thumb and forefinger in a choking grip at the top of my shaft just under the swollen helmet of my dick head. The index finger of her other hand plunged deeply into me as she shifted her body up slightly and then thrust her hips down into me driving the finger harder into my ass. Tripping the Switch Ch. 01 "Not yet honey, not yet, not yet . . . I'll tell you when," she whispered in my ear as her impaling fingertip found a sensitive little lobe of my prostate and stroked it. The tight grip at the top of my shaft stopped the progress of my orgasmic release cold. It was like a jet fighter landing on an aircraft carrier - one moment moving hundreds of miles an hour, the next stopped cold by the arresting wire strung across the deck. Nothing remotely like this had ever been done to me before. I was confused, stunned into silent submission. I felt her gripping fingers relax and then release my shaft, wiping away the last of my pre-cum from the leaking slit at the tip before giving my balls a little squeeze. "Yes, yes, these are very full, aren't they," she said in a mocking tone of voice. "Don't worry, all of those wonderful little spermies will be let loose soon," she giggled. I groaned loudly as she pulled her hand out from under me and simultaneously thrust her hips into my rear again, driving her impaling finger deeply into me. She pressed harder on my prostate until it hurt. I wiggled my hips to get her fingertip off the offending spot. I felt her hips withdraw, drawing her impaling finger back until just the tip of it was still in me before thrusting her hips down hard into my butt, driving the finger in again. I heard her moan softly: "Ohhhhh yesssss, yesssssss, yessssssssss . . . god yes, that feel sooooooo good." Again, she withdrew her hips and thrust them down into me, reacting with soft moans and sighs of pleasure. Again and again and again, the pace quickening, it took me a while to realize that her thrusting finger in me was giving her pleasure as well because she had inserted her thumb in her own juice filled quim and every thrust into my ass drove her pussy down on her thumb, rubbing her engorged clit against the arch of flesh connecting her thumb and forefinger. She had created a kind of mini double-ended dildo with her hand and was fucking me, and herself, with it. The power of her thrusts ramped up as her arousal climbed. She was grunting on almost every thrust: "Uhn, . . .Uhn, . . . Uhn, . . . yessss, yesssss, yesssssssssssssss!" the grunts and sighs of pleasure merged into one long, uninterrupted sentence. She stopped suddenly and ground her hips into my ass in slow circles, moaning with pleasure as I thrust back at her, excited at the thought of getting her off. As she ground away, I felt her middle finger snake its way into my ass crevice and find my hole, sliding in alongside of her other finger. "Oh Oh!" I said surprised at the sudden stretch and twinge of pain as her second finger entered me. Trina didn't miss a beat as she continued to thrust away with those powerful hips of hers. We were both being fucked - it took me a while to get used to the feeling and, it embarrasses me to say so, to recognize that I enjoyed it -perhaps not as much as Trina who was beyond moaning and was now howling in pleasure as the speed of her strokes kept increasing until there was practically no time interval between massive thrusts into my ass. I felt her nylon covered legs press against mine and then slip down in between mine and press them outwards spreading them. She hooked her size twelve feet under my ankles and spread my legs further, to the point that my hip joints flared in pain, objecting. Trina brought her free hand up to my face and covered it, gripping it for leverage as she thrust into me; the smell of her juices, mine and the lube enveloping me, allowing me to smell nothing else. The heavy, musky scent seemed to arouse me even more, and I thrust back harder, trying to find a rhythm. She slipped two fingers into my mouth and jammed them deeply into me, hitting the back of my tongue. Instinctively, my lips closed around them and I sucked on them, enjoying the musky, salty flavor of our mixed juices. Trina's hips started to pound into me, driving her two fingers deeply into me with each thrust. I felt her sweaty breasts on my back as they bounced up and down. She had hooked her fingers in my mouth and were using them for leverage, pulling and stretching my cheek and lips, distorting my features with every thrust. "Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhnnnnnnnnnn!" She gasped with every rapid, powerful thrust. I felt her body stiffen, press herself hard into me and freeze, her fingers jammed far into my rectum, her other hand gripping my face so tightly that I couldn't breathe. Then she let loose: "Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh, Oh God, Oh God, OH GODddddddddddd!" she screamed as she suddenly spasmed madly, jerking her hips back and forth, round and round, grinding herself into me with abandon as she squeezed every bit of mind blowing pleasure out her orgasm. Finally, the spasmodic jerks of her body slowed, she collapsed on top of me, with a deep sigh and exhalation of warm air; her breasts pressing into my back as her full weight came to bear on me. Trina's fingers remained in my ass but they stopped moving, stopped thrusting as I felt her body completely relax. "Oh Jeff, you have no idea - no idea how good that felt." You poor dear, I bet you're just aching to cum, aren't you?" She said playfully licking my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. "Yes, Trina, Oh yes, yes I want to cum," I said pleadingly. "Well go ahead," she said, removing her hand from my face, taking hold of my wrist and placing my hand on my dick. "Beat it - beat it," she ordered, "while I massage your bottom," her fingers fluttered in my tight tunnel as she spoke. I began stroking myself, a little confused about why Trina wasn't doing it but too hotly aroused to stop and ask her. It didn't take me long - perhaps a minute or two. With Trina's fingers massaging my prostate, I felt that telltale moment of inevitability; that heat suddenly filling my groin, just before release. My orgasm was short and sharp, almost painful, causing me to shudder and sigh loudly. It was nearly a dry cum - most of my spunk having been milked out of me already by the thrusting, massaging fingers in my ass. I had the feeling I'd been cheated a little - my experience was no where near as intense and mind blowing as hers had obviously been. Still, I couldn't complain. Trina had been hotter, sexier and more aggressive than I had ever seen her. It seemed a very welcome change from the chilled almost frozen condition of our sexual relationship as it had been for many months, even years. I didn't understand it - Trina seemed even more sexually driven than I was now. A little testosterone treatment seemed to completely change her attitude towards sex. It also seemed to loosen inhibitions that existed our entire married life. Even though I didn't understand it, I welcomed the change. Anything was better than the frustrating lack of passion in our lives as it had been. If a little hormone help could create such a change, I was all for it. Maybe now we could get back to having really hot sex at least a couple of times per week again. I was eagerly looking forward to more frequent sex, even if I had to let her take the lead as she so obviously now enjoyed doing. End of Part One Tripping the Switch Ch. 02 [Author's Note: This story will make a lot more sense if you read part one first. Thanks to all who sent me feedback on part one. Some loved it - some hated it. Either way, if I've aroused passionate feelings about it, I've accomplished my goal. Enjoy part two. There is more to come.] * One month later . . . I came across Jeff's story, Tripping the Switch, and decided to continue it - the story from my point of view and what has happened in the last month. It was nice to read about how much he still desired me and thought I was beautiful and sexy after nineteen years. A woman never really knows what her husband is thinking - men will generally do and say anything to get some sex. I was a little surprised about how wrong he could be about me though, about what I wanted and about our relationship in general. I have to admit, I am at least partly responsible for some of those mistaken impressions. I guess I'm a pretty good actress - at least with Jeff. We met twenty years ago when we both worked for a real estate company selling homes in Orange County. The company got the exclusive contract for selling a large tract of new homes that ranged from small "starter homes," all the way up to what we used to call "McMansions." We were both hired at the same time when the company rapidly expanded to meet the demands of a hot selling market. We went through orientation together and hit it off immediately. Jeff was so nice and friendly and seemed to have the gift of gab, moving easily from topic to topic. Even more importantly, he seemed to really listen to me when I spoke and be interested in what I said. We immediately became good friends and shared selling tips and tricks that we each learned along the way. Neither one of us were kids when we met - I was thirty; Jeff was thirty-four. Neither one of us had ever been married before. I don't know why Jeff was still available - he was handsome, thoughtful and funny. Me, I guess I was just too busy with my career in real estate to get involved in a serious relationship. Back in those days, it was still a man's world when it came to business and particularly sales and I had to work twice as hard as my male colleagues to get any sort of recognition and better assignments. I wasn't really looking to get married but back then, when a gal passed thirty and wasn't married, it seemed to require an explanation - and I was constantly asked the question, "so how come you're still single?" After two weeks of orientation in which we spent eight hours a day together at work and then usually had dinner together afterwards, the friendship slowly evolved into something more. I didn't love Jeff, but I really liked him; he was so much fun to be with, I had the best time just talking with him over dinner. I discovered he was an overachiever, at least as far as his family was concerned. Like the rest of his family, he never went any further than high school in his education, but he studied hard and got his real estate license and worked steadily in the field with moderate success ever since. As for myself, I guess I was considered an underachiever at first. I came from a family of professionals - my dad was a dentist and my mother a psychologist. I graduated cum laude from UCLA with a Bachelor's and Master's degree in marketing. When I started my career as a real estate sales associate, it was considered a come down for someone with my education but as a woman, at the time, it was the only job I could get in marketing that put my success in my own hands. Regardless of my gender and the prejudices of the time, I knew that if I could sell houses and bring in commissions, there would always be a place for me and money I could make. After orientation, we were assigned to the same sales office and the friendship continued as did the dinners. We were so busy, that often the dinners didn't start until nine or ten o'clock. It was at one of those late dinners on a Saturday night, that our friendship changed into something more. We were both still jazzed up from a frenetic day of selling and had more than our usual single cocktail before ordering dinner. We recounted the day's events and laughed harder and harder at the craziness of both of us having multiple deals in the works on multiple properties with competitive bids and counter-bids flying back and forth while new potential buyers came and went and sometimes forced their way into the bidding. I was halfway through my third vodka and tonic and second shrimp cocktail when I looked at Jeff laughing uproariously at my last story and it suddenly hit me that I wanted him. My face was flushed and seemed to radiate heat and I could feel that telltale tingle between my legs that told me that I was going to have sex that night no matter what and, at that moment, Jeff looked like the sexiest man alive to me. For the first time, I began to appraise him from a physical point of view and liked what I saw. In addition to his angular face and neat, close-cropped hair, he had the slim, tightly muscled physique that I liked in my bed partners. I could feel my nipples tighten and harden as I sized him up. As I sipped my drink, I let my leg wander over and "accidently" brush his thigh. He pulled his leg back a little to make room for mine. At that point, I let him know that the brush was not an accident by letting my hand wander over and rest on his thigh. He looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what I was up to, then smiled as it came to him. Our eyes locked onto each other and we both smiled, neither of us saying anything; the silence a little odd after the hour or so of uproarious laughter from both of us. My hand lingered on his thigh a few moments and then gently squeezed and massaged it. His hand covered mine and began to slowly stroke my fingers and the top of my hand. It felt heavenly and I reacted immediately to his touch, feeling a little zing of pleasure in my pussy as I squeezed my thighs together. At that point, neither one of us was interested in ordering dinner. Jeff called for the check, paid it quickly in cash and we left. Neither of us was in condition to drive so we grabbed a cab. I lived a lot closer so we went to my place. We were all over each other in the back seat of that cab. We kissed several times with the kisses becoming more urgent and sensual. His hand wandered up my leg, sliding under my tight, business suit skirt along my inner thigh. The back of his fingers brushed my panty covered mound which was already damp and getting wetter. My hands were busy kneading and massaging his chest and abs, working their way down to the tent in his lap. He moaned loudly through locked lips as I ran my fingers all along his hardness through his pants. It seemed we pulled up to my front door in an instant. Neither of us noticed; the cabbie had to announce we were there before we broke our feverish embrace and took notice that we had arrived. I got out first, wobbly from a potent mixture of vodka and lust. I fumbled for my keys as Jeff paid the cab driver, not even waiting for change from the twenty he gave him for a seven dollar tab. He bounded out of the cab and was right behind me when I tripped on that stupid little step that leads up to my front door. Fortunately, Jeff caught me, reaching out grabbing me around my mid-section and pulling me upright until I regained my balance. His arm rested under my breasts and he held me tightly, pressing his hips into my rear as he softly kissed the back of my neck. The combination of his soft lips on the nape of my neck, the firm grip of his arm pressing into the undersides of my soft breasts and the hardness of his shaft pressing into the cleavage of my ass checks through the tight material of our clothes, sent an electric shock of hot pleasure coursing through my groin. I moaned softly and turned around to kiss him again on the lips, inserting my tongue deeply into his mouth and twirling it all around. I couldn't wait to have him in me so I broke the embrace, turned back towards my front door and found the keyhole after three tries, finally unlocking the door and opening it. We rushed inside. Jeff closed the door behind him. I turned around immediately and kissed him, pressing his back into the door as I slid my hands down to his belt and unbuckled it; fumbled with and finally found the button and clasp in front of his pants and pulled his zipper down. Immediately, I slid my hand down inside the top of his shorts and found his pole. It was hot, wet and slippery as his copious pre-cum leaked out from the slit. He moaned loudly as I slid the palm of my hand lightly over his shaft and then brushed the underside of his dick head with my thumb. His knees seemed to buckle and his hands shook as they searched for the zipper on the side of my fitted skirt, finally finding it and drawing down rapidly in one quick movement. He pulled my skirt off my hips and it fell to the floor in a heap. I stepped out of them, still holding onto his shaft and pressing my lips onto his. Both of our tongues were alive now, dancing and playing with each other, twirling and entwining, slipping and sliding, thrusting and withdrawing. We were both giggling like teenagers when I pulled his pants and shorts down together, almost ripping them down until they were gathered at his ankles. We both sank to our knees and continued our tight embrace, our lips welded to each other. We were still just inside my carpeted, entry foyer. It was dark except for a small night light that sat on a small table just off the entryway. I continued to lean into him and he gave way slowly, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, his legs all caught and tangled up in his pants and shorts, his shoes, socks, shirt and tie still on. There was no time for further disrobing - we were both bursting with sexual tension. I continued to lean into him until he fell back flat on his back, his legs straight out in front of him; his ankles still bound by his pants and shorts. I was on top of him immediately, straddling his hips with my long legs, rubbing my panty covered mound all over his hard dick, then humping him through the thin material of my panties, my lips locked onto his. He was moaning loudly: "Yes Trina, yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop!" I could tell he was very close to cumming. I wanted him inside of me when he exploded, I wanted to feel his hot load shooting inside me. There was no time to remove my panties so I just yanked the front of it aside, found his dick with my other hand , raised my hips up and drove myself down onto it, impaling myself in one swift downward thrust. Our pubic mounds slammed together and the shock of it sent powerful waves of pleasure shooting from my clit, then rapidly expanding to fill my entire groin. I pulled up and as I sent myself down again, he thrust his hips up, slamming our groins together, my ravenous pussy swallowing every inch of that delicious pole. In a preview of things to come, he had been in me for about a minute or so and I was just finding my rhythm when his body went rigid and I heard: "Oh god, oh god, oh GOD! I'mm cummming, I'm cummmmmmmmming! Ahgggggkkhh! Ahhhhggkk! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssss!" He threw his arms around me and pulled me tightly to himself as he thrashed about in the throes of ecstacy. I felt hot streams of cum shooting into my soaking box in squirt after squirt, bathing my cervix in thick ropes of his white syrup. I was disappointed that he hadn't lasted longer but I was so close to orgasm myself that I kept up the pace, slamming my hips down grinding myself into him; finally, slipping my fingers between us and finding the hard, hot button of my clit. I began rolling it around in my fingers, scissoring and squeezing it, jamming my fingers in alongside his softening shaft, feeling the hot, thick soup of our mingled juices filling my cunt. My fingers groped inward searching for my g-spot and finding it, then pressing upward until I felt a continuous pulsation of electric like shocks and small, powerful, muscular spasms all over my pussy. I felt that last triggering spasm deep in my groin that sent me over the top. "Oh god yessss, yesssssss, yessssss! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhggkkkkkkkkk! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uggkkkkkkkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssssssssss! So good, so good." It seemed every muscle in my body contracted and I jerked spasmodically, slamming my hips down and grinding my pubic mound into his as I felt the gush of my own hot juices flow all around my fingers, coating them in a thin, slippery sheen. I felt my toes curl hard inside my shoes, still strapped tightly around my ankles. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, fingers still pressed into my soaking crotch, I felt his now completely soft dick slide out of me followed by a hot stream of our mingled juices flowing down the insides of my thighs. I was completely sated - like a full meal after a day long fast. Jeff barely stirred under me, content to have me cover him in the warm blanket of my body. We both conked out, not stirring again until the first light of dawn peaked through the window shades. Jeff and I laughed when we found we were literally stuck together at the groin, our juices having dried between our tightly pressed skin. The relationship continued as we worked together in the same office by day, then dined out and slept together at night. We were constantly together but never seemed to tire of each other. Jeff was undemanding, easy-going and flexible about everything. Nothing seemed to ruffle his feathers. If I had to delay or cancel dinner or a night together because of work there was never a complaint. He seemed to perfectly fit my desired lifestyle. Six months went by and I could tell he was getting serious when he started talking about the future and using the "we" pronoun, as in "we can buy a house," and talking about kids. I began to give a future with Jeff a lot of thought. I didn't think I was in love with Jeff, but never having experienced that "head over heels" feeling in a relationship before was not sure how that was supposed to feel. I did know that I loved being with Jeff, that he was incredibly kind and considerate and wouldn't make constant demands on me. I also knew that he had no problem with deferring to me to make decisions; he was clearly a follower, not a leader. Although I hadn't really considered the idea of motherhood before, I did when thinking about marrying Jeff and just knew that if I had kids with him that he would be a great father. I also knew from the way other women looked at Jeff and flirted with him, that if I turned him down, he would be snapped up quickly by somebody else. Of course there was the question of sex. He was a rabbit in the sack - lasting two or three minutes tops - but he was also very caring afterwards and always brought me to orgasm with fingers and a vibrator. I knew it wasn't ideal but it was satisfying most of the time and it was a damn sight better than most of my experiences in bed. Most men came quickly and then just rolled over and went to sleep without the least regard for my physical needs. I thought perhaps Jeff would mellow over time as he aged and became more used to my body. I thought he would learn to last longer. So, when he asked me to marry him after six months of dating, I said yes. We were married three months later in a small, civil ceremony, neither of us being religious or wanting to go through all the hoopla of a big wedding. We honeymooned in Maui and came back in a state of wedded bliss, having spent ten days snorkeling by day and fucking like rabbits at night. The afterglow of those wonderful days carried over for months afterward. We continued to work together in the same sales office but over the course of months, management noticed a distinct difference in our capabilities. Jeff did okay selling starter homes to young couples but didn't seem able to connect with well educated, white collar professionals which were the vast majority of buyers for middle priced and upper end houses. I, on the other hand, really connected well with professionals and seemed to have the knack for closing the deal on the largest, luxury homes, the estate type properties. My manager described it as a "knack." I think he chalked it up to my womanly charms, but it was really the result of hard work, detailed research and marketing on my part. In any case, our assignments changed to fit our capabilities. I began working the "McMansions" exclusively; Jeff was permanently assigned to the two bedroom starter homes at the very bottom of the real estate rung. With our different assignments and capabilities, our incomes began to diverge considerably. My commission split of one and a half percent was a heck of a lot bigger on the million dollar plus homes I sold as compared to Jeff's eighty thousand dollar crackerjack boxes. But Jeff was fine with it, even agreeing that I had far more potential in this field than he did. He was happy selling those boxes to young couples and knew he wasn't capable of much more. He was genuinely happy with my success and very supportive, taking over errands and more household chores so I would have time to plan marketing campaigns and meet with clients. I couldn't ask for anything more really. A year later I was pregnant with the twins, Jonah and Jenna. It wasn't really an accident. I knew Jeff really wanted kids and I began to feel my biological clock ticking for the first time. I also knew that Jeff would agree to stay home with the kids - our income difference was so great that we couldn't afford my staying home. Two months after I gave birth, I went back to work. And just as thought, Jeff agreed that it would be much better for our family if he stayed home and took care of the kids. He did a wonderful job caring for the twins as infants and toddlers and managing the house. He became a first class house husband. Meanwhile, my career took off. Two years after I returned to work, I was offered a position with the premier luxury property real estate agency in the country, Whitworth and Associates. I jumped at the offer, immediately making fifty percent more in my first year with them. Four consecutive years of making the Diamond Circle Club - awarded to the top one percent of real estate agents with the company, got me an offer of partnership and the opportunity to build a network of my own agents. By the time I was forty, I was making over three hundred thousand dollars a year and had the potential for much more as my network of subordinate agents grew. We moved into a large house, one of those "McMansions" that I was so good at selling, and lived very comfortably, entertaining our friends and my business associates often. Although our marriage appeared solid on the outside, my friends marveling that Jeff would accept his role of house husband with such equanimity, it was slowly crumbling from the inside. Our sex life had cooled considerably after the twins were born. I was tired from long hours of work and Jeff continued to be the "two minute man" whenever we did have sex. Whereas in our younger days he would give me lots of attention and bring me to orgasm with fingers and vibrator after one of his "rabbit fucks," this attention diminished over time. By the time I reached forty, more often than not he just rolled over after he came and went to sleep. I tried talking to Jeff about this but it was the one subject that he was very sensitive about and got angry whenever I brought it up. He refused to see anybody about it either by himself or in couple counseling. It got to the point where he would be angry for days afterward if I even mentioned it so I finally just clammed up and said nothing. My way of dealing with it I guess was to find excuses for not having sex with him in the first place. As Jeff said in his story in part one, he wanted sex every day, we compromised with twice a week for several years, but as his premature ejaculation problem continued and he showed no interest in fixing it, I became less available to him. The twice a week became once a week; the once a week became twice a month. Sometimes it was just once per month. Tripping the Switch Ch. 02 For most of that time, I hadn't lost my desire for sex - just my desire for sex with Jeff. I felt like he was using me as a masturbation sleeve, one of those jelly sleeves men use to beat off with. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I was left to take care of my own sexual needs which at first meant masturbating in private, either in the bath with a waterproof vibrator and later, in bed with various dildos and vibrators. Contrary to Jeff's belief that he is larger than average, he's actually a little on the small side, and between his lack of size and his rapid fire, with his two minutes of loving, there was no chance that he could stimulate me long enough to get me off. I discovered that I needed to be filled, really filled with a large dick, or dildo, and stroked slowly for at least twenty minutes or so to achieve orgasm from penetration. Secretly, I acquired quite a collection of dildos and dildo vibrators and hid them in shoe boxes in my closet. Whenever I was home and had the place to myself and knew that Jeff and the kids wouldn't be home for several hours, I broke out my collection, lots of lube and went to town on myself. The slow buildup and constant slow pressure of the large dildos stroking in and out of my wet pussy would give me earth shattering orgasms - so exquisitely long lasting that I could hardly stop even after a couple of hours of playing with myself. Of course, after stroking myself with large, vibrating dildos, the idea of being rabbit fucked by Jeff and his junior sized dick didn't much appeal to me. I usually managed to take care of myself two or three times a week so I was pretty satisfied and not much interested in playing the masturbation sleeve for Jeff. Our sex life diminished even more a few years ago when I entered pre-menopause. My period became irregular and I started to feel tired all the time. My pussy couldn't seem to lubricate itself anymore and even with lube added, it seemed to get dry and would chaff, even with the short periods of intercourse with Jeff. I did finally go to see my gynecologist, Dr. Palmer, and, as Jeff related in his story, the doctor said I had a hormone deficiency - both estrogen and testosterone were in short supply, with the latter practically zero. He said with my family history of breast cancer, it would be unwise to give me an estrogen supplement but he did give me a low dose testosterone patch. I wore the patch for a week and didn't feel any different - I was still tired and didn't have much interest in sex. I thought I would just have to accept it when by pure chance I ran into somebody that changed my life completely, and, as it turned out, Jeff's as well. I was filling in for a vacationing colleague one Saturday morning when I received a call about one of her listings. The prospective buyer's name was Janet Ellsberg, Doctor Janet Ellsberg, and we arranged to meet at the property she was interested in at 6 P.M.. As I always did, I began doing my homework on both the property and the prospective buyer. This was especially important with high end properties and this one was ten thousand square feet with an asking price of five and a half million. I had my assistants begin doing background and credit checks on the prospective buyer and did some checks myself on Google and other search engines. I was fascinated by what I found, and spent almost two hours reading about her. It seems Dr. Ellsberg was pretty famous, at least in her field. She was board certified in gynecology and urology and specialized in the treatment of sexual dysfunction, having pioneered the field of hormonal treatments for a variety of problems. Dr. Ellsberg had spent many years as a university professor, researcher and director of its sexual dysfunction treatment clinic, before opening her own practice in Orange County. With the aging of the baby boomer population, it became a very successful practice, with notable write-ups in numerous local newspapers and magazines and several appearances on national talk shows, including Oprah. In addition, she was one of the leading proponents of Female Led Relationships, breathing life into what had been a fringe movement among radical feminists and bringing it directly into the mainstream with her best selling book, "Women Come First." Her thesis was that both society and individual marriages and relationships simply worked better when women took the lead. Dr. Ellsberg believed that this was most emphatically true when it came to sex in the relationship. The studies showed that relationships were happier and the sex better and more satisfying for both partners when the female decided the "when, how and where" of sex. This turned out to be true across nearly all national, religious and cultural test populations. Dr. Ellsberg sounded like a very intriguing woman and suddenly I felt a whole host of questions welling up inside me - questions I wanted to ask her because all those questions seemed to be right up her alley. From a professional point of view, I knew that I couldn't suddenly start asking her questions about my relationship with Jeff and our sex life in the context of showing property to her for sale. I didn't know her and she sure didn't know me. But I was determined, if there we was some sort of opening and if I liked and trusted to her, to somehow ask her some of those questions. I sent one of my assistants out to the property to make sure it was in prime showing condition and went out there an hour before our meeting time to inspect it myself and familiarize myself with all of its features. Dr. Ellsberg arrived just a few minutes past six, driving up in a red, two-seat, convertible, Mercedes roadster. As she came around the circular driveway and parked behind my car, I was surprised by how young she looked. Based upon her biography - her dates of college and medical school graduations, she should be in her late forties, but the woman stepping out of the sporty convertible looked to be in her mid-thirties. Dr Ellsberg was a strikingly beautiful woman, with long, wavy, shoulder-length, red hair, clear, fair skin, slim figure, tall with long legs. She was dressed in a simple dark green, fitted skirt and white blouse with a colorful neckerchief. As she came closer, I immediately noticed her sparkling, emerald green eyes that seemed to glow from within like a cat. Just looking at her, she seemed to combine the sexiness of Ann Margaret with the cool passion and confidence of Marcia Cross (from Desperate Housewives). She immediately extended her hand, taking mine in a firm but not harsh grip and shaking it warmly, covering our two hands with her other hand. After exchanging pleasantries and learning that she had looked at four other properties that day and that this one would definitely be the last one of the day for her. I asked her whether there was anything in particular that especially attracted her to this property, besides its obvious size, grandeur and beautiful grounds. She told me that a home having three master bedroom suites was particularly attractive to her, since she lived in an extended family situation. I didn't press her about the details of that living family situation and started the tour upstairs - all three of the master bedrooms were upstairs, so we climbed the long, central stairway that actually divided into three stairways at the first sub-landing; each of the three leading to each of the three master bedrooms which were actually multi-room suites. As we went through them, I pointed out all of the custom features and emphasized both the size and quality of the construction. It really didn't require a lot of selling on my part - each of the master suites was distinctively designed and lushly furnished. Each of the master baths were to die for - huge rooms with sumptuously large, jacuzzi tubs, large, rainforest type showers, sauna and steam rooms, massage room and of course solid marble sinks, solid mahogany cabinets and two-way fireplaces in the common wall between the master bedrooms and baths in all of the master suites. There were also large sitting areas in each. The closets in each were enormous, walk-in rooms, with mirrored try-on platforms and row after row of clothes hanging space, built in drawers and cabinetry for folded clothing and accessories and built in display cases for hundreds of shoes. It took us more than an hour to go through the home and grounds. Each feature seemed plusher and more perfect than the last. The four bedrooms downstairs were nicely sized. One of them was actually a small suite, designed for live-in help. The kitchen was huge and had every appliance and convenience anybody could want The dining room was large enough to seat thirty. The den was enormous with an oversized fireplace and space and seating that could easily accommodate a party of fifty. Large screen televisions were everywhere and it had a very extensive entertainment system that could be controlled from any of the rooms. There was also a very sophisticated security system inside the house and throughout the grounds, with hidden video cameras everywhere, all capable of being monitored from the central security system in the den and from each of the three master suites. We finished the tour, descending a long, stone stairway into a finished basement, a rarity in Southern California, with its shallow ground water. The ground water was deep enough on this property to allow a large basement. The original builder and owner had intended to put a large wine cellar in but had stopped construction of it because of financial difficulty after the concrete shell was poured and all the wiring and plumbing finished. It required only final wall panels or plaster and, of course, flooring. We went back up to the kitchen where I offered her a cold bottle of water from the case I had put in the refrigerator and took one myself. She sat down heavily on the well-cushioned breakfast nook chair and sighed loudly, taking a long sip of water before putting it down on the glass table and then removing both shoes, bringing one foot up to her knee and resting it there as she rubbed it. "New shoes - never should have worn new shoes when going to look at houses," she said wincing as she massaged her toes through her nylons. "Yes, I think that's a rule in the real estate agent's manual - 'no new shoes,' and if's not there it should be," I said with a short laugh, removing my own shoes in sympathy and massaging my foot. "This was the fifth house I looked at today. I've been on my feet for almost twelve hours," she moaned. "I know what you mean - I 've had some days when I would have killed for a pair of soft slippers," I said smiling. "So, what do you think of the place?" "It has possibilities, . . . possibilities - actually, it's the best one I've seen so far - and I must have looked at twenty properties in the last month. I would ask you all sorts of questions about it but I'm too tired and too hungry - I need a meal and a hot bath," she said with a slight laugh and combination of a small smile and a slight grimace as she worked the toes of her other foot. "Would you like to join me for dinner?" I said, the words just coming out of my mouth, surprising me as I spoke them. "I'm starving too," I said checking my watch and noting it was seven thirty-five. "The last thing I had was a bagel around eleven o'clock. I was too busy to go to lunch. We could talk over dinner," I said hopefully. "I had coffee and a muffin around noon time," Dr. Ellsberg offered. "I do need to eat something before driving back to Newport Beach. Why not. Do you know a good place nearby?" "I know a nice seafood restaurant about a ten minute drive from here. The food is good and the atmosphere quiet." "It's Saturday night. Do you think we'll get a table." "Not a problem - I know the owner. I got him a very good deal on his house and gave him a lot of good recommendations for contractors and service people. I don't think it will be a problem. "Good. Let's go then," Dr. Ellsberg said, slipping her shoes back on. "I'll follow you in my car." "No need to - we can both go in my car. If you're headed to Newport Beach, you'll be headed back this way anyway and I pass this way on my way home too. I can drive you back to your car. It will be fine parked here." "Sounds good," she said, rising slowly. It was a short ride to the Blue Fin, a cozy seafood restaurant off route 1. During the ride over, I noticed Dr. Ellsberg looking over towards me, sort of checking me out. Her eyes seemed to take me in, starting with my face and hair and working their way slowly down to my long legs. It was an odd feeling. I'd only had men look me over in that way before. I wasn't offended by it - It was more a feeling of curiosity, like hmmmm, this is interesting. Bob, the owner, greeted us warmly, thanking me again for all of my help with his place and immediately found us the perfect table in a quiet section of the dimly lit restaurant, near the glass enclosed fireplace. As I introduced Dr. Ellsberg to Bob, she immediately insisted that both he and I call her Janet. Bob took our drink orders and they came quickly, courtesy of the house. We both quietly perused our menus; she sipping on her Chardonnay and me on my vodka tonic. Janet ordered the grilled salmon. I had the swordfish. While we waited, we sipped our drinks and exchanged stories of how our day went. She talked about the other houses she saw that day and didn't seemed impressed by any of them. I didn't bring up the house I showed her, sensing that she would bring it up when she was ready. With the second round of drinks, we began exchanging life stories - our background, education, family, etc. I confessed that I'd done some research on her before meeting, as any good sales agent would, and was fascinated by her career and her view that relationships work best when they are female led. I told her that it struck a special cord in me - then related the basic history of my relationship with Jeff. I'd had just enough to drink to loosen my inhibitions enough to even get into the problems of our sexual relationship. She was especially interested in this and asked me many questions about it - many of them extremely personal, like my masturbation habits, routine and fantasies. Janet's manner was friendly yet professional. I knew this was her area of specialty and for some reason, felt very comfortable telling her everything. Dinner arrived and we both dug in, both of us working out way through the nicely presented dishes without much further talk. Finally, the conversation started up again with her offering to give me a copy of her book, "Women Come First." She also asked me if I wanted to come in to her office for a physical and hormone testing. She related that there had been many advances in hormonal treatment since old Dr. Palmer had received his medical training and it appears he hadn't kept current. She said there were now many hormonal treatment alternatives with synthetic and bio-equivalent forms of both estrogen and testosterone that can be used without risking cancer and in large enough amounts to really affect and improve both the desire for, and the physical ability to have, sex. I told her that I would really appreciate getting a second opinion from her and asked when I could come in. She said six o'clock would work for her since she and her staff worked late on Mondays. I said, "great!" Over coffee and dessert she asked about the house - who the owners were, why they were selling, what kind of offer they would be likely to accept. Janet had been so nice and generous with me that I felt I had to reciprocate. Although it was unethical for me as the selling agent to reveal information that might be detrimental to the seller, I did anyway, telling her the owners were at the end of their financial rope, having been taken to the cleaners by Bernie Madoff, and were close to filing bankruptcy. I told her I was certain that the bank holding the mortgage would approve a short sale in this environment and that an offer of four and half million would probably be accepted. She smiled and thanked me for the information. Then told me to bring in a prepared offer sheet for that amount when I came in for my check-up. She loved the house and wanted to buy it. It was close to ten o'clock when I dropped her off at her car. She leaned over and gave me a hug and a brief kiss on the cheek before getting out of my car. She asked me to wait a moment, then went to her trunk, opened it and took out a copy of her book, handing it to me through the window. She got into her Mercedes convertible and drove off, red hair flying in the wind. I called Jeff and told him I was on my way home. I had called him earlier to let him know that I would be late, entertaining a client. He hadn't sounded too happy. This was supposed to be a "date" night - with the kids off on a camping trip, he figured it was his night to get laid. I was hoping he would be too tired by the time I got home. I just wasn't in the mood to play masturbation sleeve for Jeff and his two minute wonder rod. Unfortunately, when I got home, Jeff was wide awake and in his robe. He was all over me as soon as I walked in the door, hugging and kissing me passionately, groping me through my skirt. I could smell alcohol on his breath and knew he must have had quite a bit to drink from the way he was slurring his words. I put Janet's book down on the foyer table and asked him to give me some space and a little time. I told him I was tired and needed a shower. He offered to "help me" undress and to "soap my back" for me. I told him thanks, but I could manage myself and silently resolved to just get this over with - get him off as quickly as possible. Fortunately, I took the precaution of putting some lube into my pussy, a lot of it actually, after my shower. Jeff was waiting for me in bed, sitting up in the nude, his dick completely erect and bobbing with excitement. As usual, he went right to my pussy and dipped a finger in, mistaking my lube for excitement and arousal, he wasted no time in flipping me over on my back, climbing between my legs, grabbing me roughly by the knees, shoving my legs back and then spreading them wide. He thrust his hips forward and penetrated me, sinking himself into me quickly, then thrusting away. I just stared up, looking past his ear to the ceiling and just sort of floated away - like I wasn't there. He began to fuck me fast and hard, his breathing getting faster and louder. Maybe it was a minute, maybe two, but his whole body went rigid before he yelled: "I'm cummingggggg! I'm cummmmmmmmmingggggggg! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I could feel the hot jets of his cum splashing into me, flooding me. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. He was so heavy - I could hardly breathe. Jeff had gotten more and more selfish in his love making over the years - but this was the worst. He barely even acknowledged me, spent no time on foreplay, nothing. Just shoved his dick into me, pumped until he came and then collapsed on top of me. He was half asleep when I finally managed to role him off of me. I was disgusted and appalled - and I was mad. I resolved then and there that this was all going to change. I was no longer going to play the masturbation sleeve for Jeff. Our sex life was going to change. I wasn't sure how but somehow I knew that Dr. Janet Ellsberg held the key to accomplishing that change. Then I remembered the book she gave me. Jeff was snoring away, dead to the world when I got up, cleaned myself out in the bathroom, put my robe on and went to the foyer to retrieve the book Janet gave me. I fixed myself a glass of wine and found a comfortable corner on the couch. I pulled a small throw blanket over my legs to keep them warm and looked over the book jacket, stopping for several moments at the striking picture of Janet on the back cover. She had the most hypnotic eyes - even in a two dimensional photograph, they just seemed to jump out and grab you. Tripping the Switch Ch. 02 I opened the book to Chapter One - "Taking Control of Your Life . . . and His." End Part 2.