I never thought I would end up a middle-aged cuckoldress, but life takes you to strange places. I had grown up very sexually liberated. My parents were old hippies and nudists, so I learned to be very open with my body at an early age. We would spend our holidays at nude beaches in France and mum and dad would always walk around the house naked.
When I hit puberty, Mum gave me a book and video about sex. I remember being horrified and cringing through the movie. But Mum told me to read the book. Mum also taught me about masturbating and how to properly touch myself. She said that a woman had to know her body better than a man.
“Dad and I grew up in the 1960s, we would get high and screw for hours. There nothing like having an orgasm when you are high,” Mum said. “When they invented the pill, that changed the world for me. It meant I could fuck like crazy and not have to worry about getting pregnant.” Yes, mom was very unconventional!
A few days later, I had got over the initial horror of touching the place where I peed, so I decided to look over the sex manual again. The book recommended I get a mirror and look at my pussy. I held a mirror down there and spread my lips gingerly. I noticed there were inner folds to my lady parts. The book also recommend that I rub the little organ at the top of my pussy. I did as recommended and after several minutes of rubbing, I felt my pussy began to tingle and throb and finally I was rewarded with my first orgasm. It was a new experience and left me a little giddy. I asked Mum if this was normal.
“Sure it is. When you get to be really stimulated you can squirt,” Mum said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Well it happens when a woman gets really hot, and she shoots a clear pee-like substance out of her pussy,” Mum said matter of factly.
“That sounds nasty,” I said and wrinkled my face in disgust.
So Mum got a porn video from Dad’s stash and put on the VCR. This was back before the days of the Internet. She put the video on and fast forwarded through the dialogue scenes. Then she stopped at a scene where a bleached blond woman was vigorously wanking. Sure enough, after a few minutes of working her clit she shot a fountain of clear liquid out of her pussy.
I was both horrified and turned on at the same time. Could I learn to do that? It look so messy and erotic. I started practicing with myself everyday after I got home from school. I would tear off my uniform and take a bath. My mind would race back to the pictures and video I had seen and I would make myself cum hard. After weeks of practice, I was rewarded with a geyser of cum shooting out of me. I was so pleased.
Girls like to talk, but back then women weren’t as open. Yeah, we talked about boys we wanted to fuck, but never about pleasuring ourselves. I had also snogged a couple of guys when I was in secondary school and let some of them finger me, This led to them fumbling their way into me. But the sex wasn’t very satisfying. They would come practically as soon as they were in me and not even offer me oral sex. I would have to go home and please myself with the vibrator Mum had bought me for my birthday.
I talked to some of my girlfriends and they said that things would get better when we went away to uni and met some older, more experienced guys. And sure enough it turned out to be true. When I went away to Newcastle University, I met Jerry, an older graduate student, who was sexy in a shaggy, dishevelled way. He was a teaching assistant in my chemistry class and we soon started flirting. One night, we met up at off-campus party and stole away into one of the bedrooms.
Our hands clawed at each clothes off as we had built up months of sexual tension. He lifted my sweater over my head and quickly unsnapped my bra. How nice it was to be with a man who knew what he was doing. He slowly pulled down my white, lace panties and felt inside me with his thick fingers. I was already wet and ready for him. He took off his Newcastle United shirt and rolled down his jeans to reveal red underpants, He had a huge bulge in his crotch. Jerry dropped his underpants and revealed a mid-sized cock. The head was bright red because of the blood gushing to his man parts.
He dropped to his knees and spread my moist pussy lips. I was a little shocked, because none of the other boys had offered to do that before. I felt his warm tongue nudge into my box. I threw my head back and let out a quiet groan. He worked away lapping my cunt and sucking in my juices. I felt my nipples getting hard from his efforts. He kept on teasing me until I felt a wave of warmth spread up my body. Then it happened, I exploded into an orgasm. It felt just like when I was fingering myself, but only better!
Jerry was still hard and he pushed me down on the bed and quickly mounted me. He gently lifted one of my legs over his hairy shoulders and thrust his fat prick into me. It penetrated deeply in that position and I let out a gasp. Jerry pushed into me again and started building up a steady pace of thrusts. I could hear his skin slapping against mine, and my pussy making sloppy, squelching noises. I also began to feel the waves coming over me again, I couldn’t believe Jerry was forcing another orgasm out of me. I tried to scream as I climaxed again but Jerry clamped his big, hairy hand of my mouth,
“Quiet, we don’t want to let the whole party hear,” he said furtively.
He started to grunt and moan and finally he stiffened up and pumped his load into me. Afterwards we got dressed, straightened our clothes and returned to the raucous party. By now everyone was so pissed, I doubted if they had noticed that we had disappeared.
We hooked up a few more times in his dingy flat, but Jerry graduated and moved away leaving me forlorn. One night I was in the student’s union pub, when I saw a tall, blond student propping up the bar with a group of friends. He had long hair pulled into a ponytail, scruffy jeans and a leather jacket.
I decided to go up and talk to him. His name was David and he was studying Literature, just like I was. We got into a deep conversation about Charles Dickens, who was my favorite author, and the significance of “A Tale of Two Cities.” We chatted on throughout the night, until we suddenly realized that the pub was beginning to empty and the barmaid was putting up the chairs.
David gallantly offered to walk me home. He escorted me to my front door and we shared a clumsy hug. David had stimulated my mind and we started to see each other. He was very romantic and would write me short poems and leave romantic text messages on my phone. I was beginning to fall from him. We went on a few more dates, and I felt the sexual tension building. I desperately wanted to consummate my relationship. I imagined sex with someone I dearly loved would be even better than meaningless hook ups.
One night after a marathon bout of drinking, David and I were snuggling on my couch. I decided to be forward and make the first move. I put my hand on David’s thigh and began moving it up his leg. When I got to his crotch, he put his hands on mine.
“Audrey, please stop,” he stammered. “I am just not comfortable.”
“What’s wrong?” I said confused.
“I grew up in a very strict Christian fundamentalist home. I was home schooled for much of my early years and when we went to Sunday School, we were taught that sex was to be saved for marriage,” he said. “I’m still a Christian and want to hang on to those beliefs.”
I respected his decision and so we just decided to cuddle that night. David was such a kind and thoughtful man, I didn’t want to lose him and so we decided to keep dating and maintain a chaste life. On a trip home I talked to my mum about the situation. She told me I was too young to settle down anyway. This left me frustrated and I decided to share my problems with my girlfriend Pat, an Art student. Pat was a goth chick who always dressed in ripped jeans, had a spiky haircut and wore purple lipstick.She was also a drummer in a punk rock band. One night while David was off visiting his parents, we were discussing my sex problem at my house while getting drunk on cheap wine. Pat told me, “You know, there is a way you can get round that problem.”
“How,” I asked frustrated.
“Well you can sleep with women,” she eyeing me lasciviously. “That’s not really cheating.”
I was stunned, I always wondered about Pat, because she never seemed to have boyfriends. But it was late, I was feeling randy and also slightly tipsy, so I agreed.
Pat smiled and leaned over and kissed me. It felt different kissing a woman. She felt much softer the men I had previously kissed with their stubble and angular faces. But it was quite enjoyable. Pat kissed me for what felt like an eternity, her hands ran over my small, perky breasts and I could feel her caressing my thighs. Her hands worked their way up and touched my crotch. I couldn’t believe that I was getting wet from this. I felt Pat push aside my thin, cotton panties and slide into my pussy. She quickly found my g-spot and started rubbing away. Pat’s evidently knew what she was doing and with a few minutes I felt myself moaning and writhing until I had a shuddering orgasm.
We embraced and then Pat commanded me to go down on her. I inched towards her crotch and unbuckled her jeans. Pat wasn’t wearing any underwear and I quickly saw that she has a pierced clit. How naughty! It was interesting being presented with a set of lady parts because I knew mine so well. I kissed Pat’s neatly-trimmed pussy and tasted her wetness. It tasted slightly salty, but not too bad. While I teased her with my tongue, I could hear Pat moaning in appreciation and she gently pushed my head down. I parted Pat’s lips and delved my tongue deeper into her pussy, Pat began to writhe and I could tell she was getting close.
“Oh shit, that it’s keep licking me right there,” she said and few moments later I felt her body tense up and she climaxed. I left my tongue on Pat’s clit and I could feel it throbbing underneath me. I smiled to myself, it felt very powerful knowing I could pleasure a woman like that.
Pat and I became secret lovers when David was not around. And between David’s sweet,romantic love and Pat’s talented tongue and hands, I was a happy woman. Pat was very understanding, She knew I didn’t love her, but it was nice that she was able to give me physical relief. I was getting the best of both worlds.
David and I’s love grew and as we got closer to graduation we decided to get married. We had a beautiful wedding at a medieval church and went on honeymoon on the coast of Italy. The wedding was a blur, all I could think of was our up coming wedding night when David and I could finally have sex. The thought of it made me wet and I found myself walking down the aisle with damp panties under my wedding dress. I was soaked throughout the wedding.
We stayed at a quaint bed and breakfast in Sardinia. The owner of the inn showed us up to the bridal suite and laid down our bags. When he was gone, David and I fell on each other. I reached down and gripped his crotch, it felt nice and hard. I was finally going to get what I had been waiting years for. David pulled off his shirt and I unbuckled his trousers. He slipped of his underpants and I finally saw his penis. It was a good size and considerably thick. I gripped it lovingly.
I slipped off my dress and stood before David in a white lacy bra and panties. He looked at me lovingly, “You look so hot, Audrey,” he said. I unhooked my bra and flung it across the room. I peeled off my undies.
“Can’t you see how wet you have made me?” I said touching my pussy.”I’ve waited so long for this.”
David embraced me and we locked lips. I could feel his hardness pressing up against my muff. It’s finally going to happen, I said to myself. I lay on my back and David mounted me. I felt the new girth of his penis entering my cunt. David started to pump his dick in and out of me, and within two minutes he groaned loudly and shot his load. He rolled off and lay panting next to me.
“That was great,” he said. I was silent. I couldn’t say anything because it had been so disappointing. I got up and went into the bathroom.
“I need to take a shower,” I said. I closed the bathroom door behind me and fingered my pussy until I came hard. My pussy felt slick with David’s cum and my juices, and I moaned loudly as I felt the orgasm wracking my body. My moans were drowned by the noise of the shower. As I dried myself, I thought that while the sex was bad, it would get better.
David and I had a beautiful time exploring Sardinia. We had sumptuous meals at outdoor restaurants and romantic walks on the beach. We tried to have sex again, but things didn’t get better. I tried to take David in my mouth, but he said that was dirty, I tried wearing sexy outfits, but he said they made me look like a whore and porn was also out of the question. By the end of the holiday, I was in despair and had almost worn my finger off pleasuring myself.
We returned home, and eventually moved to a London suburb. I got a job teaching English at a secondary school, while David found work as an editor at a literary agency. In between settling down in a new house and commuting to work, our sex lives didn’t improve. David was usually tired from work and only up for it once a week. And he still wasn’t improving, he would only last a few minutes inside me before he came. I enjoyed the feeling of his sticky cum filling my pussy, but it wasn’t enough.
This went on for years, I thought I could learn to live with it and announced I was buying a vibrator to use after David finished. He said he hated it and thought it was dirty, but I still bought one anyway. After we finished making love, I would slip into the bathroom and press my buzzing toy against my clit. I had gone online and researched different vibrators before I finally settled on a rabbit. Now the rabbit has two prongs, one that enters your pussy and the other that rests on your clit. When I first used it I was stunned at how effective it was. A few minutes with my little toy and I was screaming with joy. Thank god for whoever invented the vibrator!
The rabbit kept me happy, but it never sated my desire. When David was gone, I would go online and look at porn. I also got turned on by erotic BDSM literature and I would read those books in bed while David slept next to me. I devoured those erotic stories of submission, dominance, chains, candles and other torture devices. They were so creative. After reading them I would find my panties drenched and would have to go into the bathroom and get myself off.
One weekend, I met up with my old college friend Pat for a drink at our local pub. Pat hadn’t changed, in fact she had gotten more outrageous. She now had several piercings, her nose, nipples and her tongue, and her arms were covered with tattoos. She was an artist who displayed her work in a gallery in Soho. She also told me that she has started dating a man.
“How did that happen?” I laughed.
“I always preferred pussy, but one night I was at this rock concert and I saw this drummer and he got me so hot,” she said. “He invited me to the after party in their hotel and we fucked while smoking marijuana. I had never been with a man before, but it was so different, I got to be dominated and submissive for a change. The next morning, I thought I was just going to leave but Ian invited me to stay and we spent the whole day together. I realized I actually loved him, and the best thing is he lets me bring other women home, so I still get my share of pussy.”
I was happy for her, but also jealous. She seemed to have an adventurous sex life, while I had to rely on a battery-operated toy. I told Pat about David and I’s trouble. She was sympathetic.
“You know you really have to talk to him about it,” she said. “Life is too short to be miserable.” She recommended I look for a lover on a dating site called Adult Friend Finder.
“There are tons of men out there looking for a no-strings relationship,” she said. “It will be easy.”
After we parted, I thought about her words. I was indeed not happy at home and frustrated by my unsatisfying sex life. When I got home I decided to confront David. I told him that while I loved him I was not feeling fulfilled in bed. David said that he was perfectly happy and that I was just too demanding. He admitted to me that he had been to see his doctor and told him about his low sex drive. The doctor had said that he was perfectly fine, but some men just had low libidos. The doctor said he couldn’t prescribe Viagra because David was capable of having erections.
“So what are we going to do?” I asked crossing my arms angrily.
“Well you could see someone else,” David said hesitantly.
I was stunned.
“Are you giving me permission to go outside our marriage?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he said and he looked at me lovingly. “I just want you to be happy.”
We went to bed and cuddled. David made love to me softly and even though he came quickly again, I was happy to accommodate his needs knowing that he had allowed me to spread my wings.
The next day I decided to move forward with my plan. I took a picture of myself wearing a green bustier and matching crotchless panties and posted it on Adult Friend Finder. Pat wasn’t kidding, I was flooded with responses. I must have had more than 100 emails in my inbox. I spent hours weeding through the responses. Most of them were just crude and unoriginal. Men would write a short message saying, “Wanna fuck?” along with a dick pick. I just hit delete and moved on.
Finally I settled on the profile of a guy who went by the name DomJohn. He pictured featured him sitting on a Harley Davidson. He wore a bandanna, a muscle shirt and jeans. He had long, black hair and a thick moustache. He looked very rugged.
I sent him an email and I got a quick response. John told me he was divorced and worked as a nightclub bouncer. He was also a dom. I had heard of those in my BDSM novels and was interested in actually meeting one in person. We graduated from emails, to instant messages. John told me of his experiences playing with various subs. Apparently he had whipped women, tied them up, gagged them and even used electroshock on them. I hated to admit, but the whole idea got me wet. I typed this in the IM. John typed a message back saying, lol.
We decided to talk on the phone. John actually had a pleasant, husky voice and turned out to be quite intelligent. He had dropped out of university, to be a roadie for a rock band and eventually found himself doing bouncing.
“I like the hours,” he said. “I get to work at night and write songs during the day.”
I was intrigued by him. He seems to have so many facets. He was rough, but also smooth, rugged but also intelligent. He had many layers to him. I asked him how he got into BDSM.
“Actually an ex girlfriend of mine turned me on to it,” he said.“We were having sex one night and she told me she wanted to be tied up and spanked. I discovered I was a dom and we eventually started going to BDSM clubs, where she let me chain her to a St. Andrew’s cross and torture her for hours until she begged to be allowed to cum.”
I was intrigued about what it must have felt like to be so helpless and also publicly humiliated. The mere thought of it both exhilarated and horrified me. I felt my pussy moisten with anticipation and I touched myself.
John and I decided to meet at a pub near my house. We shared a drink and sat in a quiet corner of the bar. I could feel John hard body press against mine as we sat in the narrow booth together. We spent the night chatting furtively and talking about sex as punters got drunk around us. I told him of my bisexual experiences in college and he was impressed by my adventures. I honestly found it hard to concentrate on the conversation, because I felt my body tingling in anticipation of John’s touch. We parted with a long embrace and decided to meet again.
One night, I got a call from John telling me to meet him at a motel near my house. He told me to wear a raincoat and nothing else. So I put on some fishnet stockings and covered my naked body in a long, brown raincoat and headed out. It felt so naughty to be driving through the streets wearing next to nothing headed out to meet my lover. I pulled up at the parking lot of a cheap motel in a rundown part of town. I saw John waiting for me sitting on his bike.
“I am glad you could make it,” he said wrapping me in in huge bear hug. He led me to a spartan room, with a double bed, nightstand and desk. The whole thing felt seedy, but also kind of dangerous. I had never done this kind of thing before.
John told me to take off my coat. I let my coat drop and stood before him in only my fishnets. He stared at my lithe body and small, pert breasts admiringly. He reached into his bag and pulled out a dog collar. He slipped it around my neck and ordered me to my knees.
“Get on your knees bitch,” he said harshly. I felt humiliated, but also turned on and I did as I was told, He yanked on my collar and grabbed my hair pulling my head towards his crotch.
“Suck my dick, bitch,” he said. I unzipped his fly and reached into his pants. I hesitated when I felt something huge inside. I pulled out John’s cock. It must have been at least eight inches, much bigger than David’s. I was scared at how I was going to handle it, but I got him hard and slipped him into my mouth. It felt strange having John’s big cock in my mouth, because it had been such a long time since I had given a blow job. But I soon remembered my skills and stroked away at his dick. John assisted me by holding my hair and bobbing my head up and down. He also thrust away so his dick was bouncing against the back of my mouth. He was literally face fucking me, just like I had seen in porn movies! I gagged and my eyes watered, I could feel saliva running down my mouth. I felt out of control and such a slut.
John began to moan and he tightened his grip on my hair.
“I am going to cum in your mouth, and you are going to swallow it like a good girl,” he said. I nodded, his dick still filling my mouth. He started to twitch and I soon felt his thick cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it all, but still found some dripping down my chin. John yanked my head off his dick and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth,“ he said.:”I want to see you finished your meal.” I did as I was told and he nodded appreciatively. I felt a warm buzz knowing I had pleased him.
He pulled me to my feet and ordered to get on all fours on the bed. He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a pair of furry handcuff. He pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed me. The cuffs felt warm against my wrists and my face fell to the bed. John also got a leg spreader and fastened it between my legs. I was face down, my arms cuffed behind my back and my arse in the air. I felt very exposed, but I could feel juices dribbling out of my pussy.
I felt the bed shift as John got behind me. He parted my arse cheeks and I felt his tongue lap the rim of my butthole. At first I was shocked, no one had ever touched me back there before, but I was enjoyed the warm, tingly feeling.
I let out a soft moan and surprisingly felt my pussy get even wetter. By now, I was dripping and when John slipped a finger into my pussy it easily slid in. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I began to feel John’s dick nudge its way into my cunt. It was a new feeling having something that big back there. I let a small scream as I felt that monster sliding deeper into me, but I was trussed up like a turkey and helpless to do anything.
John continued to thrust deeper into me each time grunting with the exertion, I began to feel a wave of warmth creeping up my body. After years of frustration I was finally going to have an orgasm from a man fucking me. I began to pant and moan as the waves flowed over my body and then I lost control and felt a jet of cum shooting out of my pussy. I felt embarrassed to be doing that in front of someone I barely knew, but as this point I was too happy to care.
John tugged on my hair and said. “Good girl, you need a reward.” He pulled his dick out of me and he positioned himself in front of my face. He pumped his dick with his right hand and soon shot a huge load of cum into my face. It went everywhere, my nose, my chin and even my hair. It felt so sexy to be used as a nasty slut.
John rested and began to unfasten my restraints. I asked him if I could go and clean up. He looked mad and grabbed me by the hair. He dragged me to the small bathroom and ordered me to get into the tub. When I was settled in the bath, I heard the rasp of his zipper. He pulled out his cock and shot a hot stream of pee on me. I was too stunned to do anything but let the warm piss drench my already cum-stained body.
“That’s what will happen the next time you ask me a dumb question,” he said harshly. “I want you to go home smelling and looking like a whore.” He gathered his things and left the room. I heard his bike roar to life and he took off.
I cleaned up as best i could and I drove home feeling thoroughly soiled. I had definitely pushed my boundaries and explored places I never thought I would ever gone. I had shocked myself and was left reeling by what I done.
When I got home, David was watching a football game.
“Did you have a good time,” he asked.
“Yes,” I said and quickly headed to the shower. As I washed John’s cum off my body, I felt a thrill at how nasty I had been. I had been used as a total cum slut, as John’s living sex doll, but it still gave me a buzz. The sheer depravity, the abandonment and the submission. Who would have that me, a prim and proper school teacher, could be so naughty in her private life. I felt like a superhero with a secret identity. Teacher by day, slut by night.
When I got out of the shower, David was in bed waiting for me. He kissed me softly and soon I felt him making tender love to my body. It was such a change to be treated like a flower just after I had been treated like a rag doll. I sighed in content, and didn’t even notice as David came quickly.
John called me again a few days later to tell me I had performed like a good cum slut. I was thrilled by his praise. He promised to see me again and show me some new experiences. I trembled in anticipation at what other tricks he had up his sleeve. We now have a weekly fuck date. Meanwhile David continues to be a loving and supportive husband. So I have John for rough sex, and David for sweet love making. I couldn’t be happier.
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