Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Merhaba 7ty.club sex hikayeleri okuyucuları, derlediğimiz en büyük hikaye arşivini sizlerin beğenisine sunuyoruz.okuyup keyif almak ve sırılsıklam olmak işte tüm mesele bu.
Up until Nina signed up for that damned seminar, everything in her marriage was okay. Not great, not terrible, but certainly not the lusty, sweaty, passionate sex life they used to have. No, things had devolved, and ever since she’d had the baby, she couldn’t remember the last time Edwin wanted her body. She’d made it okay. She’d explained it away as “just what kinda happens after having a baby.” Hell, there were plenty of articles online that made it seem like a common problem that she should simply accept. She’d talked herself into acceptance, but the truth was, she felt like a switch had been turned off in her marriage.
Then she took that damned seminar, and now she was completely unsure of what to do. Seems that, in the series of meetings, as she opened up to her small support group, she’d begun to talk about her marriage, and begun to tell the truth to that group about how insanely frustrated she’d become. On the one hand, it actually seemed to release the internal pressure — people heard her and no one thought she was crazy, or over-sexed, or anything weird. They “got it.” At least two of the women in her group seemed to have gone through the same thing. They seemed to understand and more than that, they seemed to be pushing her to get what she really wanted.
Of course, first she had to get to what it was she did really want.
“I want him to want me,” she told her support group on a call. “I don’t want to be the one always initiating the sex. I want him to get it started. To take charge. And it’s almost as if the idea of it scares him!”
“Well, let’s look at some facts, okay?” Said Red, the senior citizen of the group at 69. He was also the one who’d been studying this stuff the longest. “Can you talk frankly?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m home alone and the baby is asleep. He’s not due home for another few hours. So, I can talk.”
“Okay, then let’s look at history. Your history. What was your sex life like before you met him?” He asked.
“Good question, Red” said Sally, the oldest woman in their group. Older, as in Nina’s Mom’s age. Sally had had a rather wild sexual history and never failed to surprise everyone with some rather tall tales of her past.
“Hey, that’s my middle name — good question.” Red quipped. “Nina?”
“Well, Ed knew he wasn’t getting a virgin, if that’s what you mean.”
“Yeah,” he said, “But who was he getting? Someone with a little sexual history or a lot?”
“Um, that’s kind of personal, isn’t it?” Nina replied.
“Of course it is — we ARE discussing your personal life. So what was your sex life like before Edwin?”
“Well, if you have to know, I was really into as much sex as I could get. I was part of a group that saw sex as a natural expression — and it didn’t matter with who. We had a core group of ten of us and the sometimes we invited in guests. There was at least one solid year where I was having sex with multiple partners at least once a week.”
“Do you mean…?” asked Annette, the youngest of the group.
“That’s right, honey. Multiple partners in multiple positions and multiple orgasms were the rule. I decided to indulge every fantasy I had, and encouraged everyone else to express theirs and I would play with them. I loved it for all kinds of reasons — from the constant attention to the insane sensations to the sheer hormonal power of it.”
“I’m a little jealous” said Annette. “It sounds awesome.” There were murmurs of agreement from everyone else.
“So what happened? Why did it stop?” asked Red.
“I met Edwin and suddenly I only wanted to be with him. It was like I turned off a switch or something, and he and I became lovers, and eventually married.”
“And how did the sex compare?” asked Red, poking into something no one had asked about.
“Well, it was certainly much more tame. It was still intense and passionate — just less crowded. And after a while we slowed down from every night and all weekend to a couple of nights per week and a long weekend per month. It was going that way up until I got pregnant, and I was in my third trimester. We were both a little concerned about sex at that point, but he’d still be happy to let me suck his cock. And then, once the baby was born it all stopped.”
“So, hearing that, what changed?” The question seemed to catch Nina by surprise, even though she knew it was part of the methodology of the seminar.
“Maybe the way my body looked? I mean, I worked out really solidly and got rid of the weight gain and toned up again, but he stopped looking at me sexually. Used to be I could dress in ways that would get him interested — wear something low cut without a bra, or a real short skirt, or flash him and he’d get the message. Nowadays I could stand naked in front of him and he’d probably ignore me.” She could be heard crying as she spoke.
“And what are you making it all mean?” said Sally. Again, the methodology of the seminar at play.
“That he doesn’t love me. That something about having the baby scared him, and that it’s all my fault. ataköy türbanlı escort I should be able to fix it and I can’t.” By now she was crying hard.
“What else could it mean?” asked Red. “What’s something silly?”
“Um, er, he saw the baby come out and he’s scared I’m stretched out?”
“Not bad. Sally?”
“It could mean that he’s now put you on a pedestal, and that you’re the mother of his child and your vagina is precious territory.” That got a few giggles.
“Anything else it could mean?” asked Red.
Annette spoke up. “You scared him gay and he’s really secretly become a sissy cockslut.”
“Girl, you got some dirty mind! Where’d you think of that?” asked Nina.
“Oh, I read a bunch of stories about that online. On Literotica. Have you ever gone there?” she replied. “You should try it. It might give you some ideas. That’s www. .com.
“Hell,” said Red, “I’ve published a bunch of things there,” There was a loud silence, broken eventually by Sally asking a question.
“Um, what kinds of things? What’s your author name?”
“Well, the stuff I write is all over the place. Not sure I want to let folks know what a twisted mind I have, so I’m not going to let you in on that side of things just now. Let’s just say it keeps me off the streets and my mind in the gutter.” He chuckled.
“What kind of porno is he watching?” asked Tony, who up until now had been silent on the call. “I’d start by checking that out. Do you know the password to his computer? Look through the history of his browsers — not everyone is smart enough or devious enough to use the private browsing feature meant to hide their tracks. That will give you a good clue about his online habits.” Tony was in IT — he must have known what he was talking about.
Red spoke up. “There’s another piece to this puzzle. What do YOU want, Nina?”
Again, the murmurs of assent from the others indicated that Red deserved his “middle name.”
“Yeah, honey, get specific” said Sally. “Not just I want MORE sex, or BETTER sex, or DIFFERENT sex. But tell us what you are fantasizing about. I can tell you from experience, when you can ask for what you want, you have a much better chance of getting it than if you merely take what you get.”
“I can’t believe I’m about to tell you guys this. It somehow seems like I should be ashamed, or bothered or something. But I want him to come home, see me and tear my clothes off and fuck me on the dining room table. I want him to take charge and make me his slut. Make me suck his cock. Make me fuck him. I want him to bang my ass and fuck me silly. Because he wants to. Hell, I’ll be willing to do anything he wants. Right now I’m so horny I can’t stand it anymore!” and once again she was crying.
“Hey, I hate to leave things here, but our call time is up. I have to be on anther call in a few minutes.” Said Red.
“Me too.” Said Annette and Tony.
Sally spoke up. “I’m available. You want to continue talking, Nina? It sounds like you need to. Hang up and I’ll call you directly.” Everyone left the call, and in a minute Nina’s phone indicated that Sally was calling for a Facetime call. She accepted after positioning her phone on a stand to free up her hands and grab a few more tissues. For her part, Sally seemed relaxed, and there was something else about her that wasn’t immediately apparent.
It took a few minutes for Nina to figure it out. The shirt Sally was wearing was completely unbuttoned and open to below the camera. Looking a little harder, Nina couldn’t see any trace of a bra on her friend. As a matter of fact, Sally’s nipples stood up very prominently.
“That’s right, Nina. All I have on is this shirt. See?” And with that, Sally pulled it apart to flash her large breasts — breasts that had clearly been enhanced – and erect nipples. She stood up and Nina caught a glimpse of pubic hair. “Does that shock you?”
“Well, it surprises me, but I’m cool with it.” Responded Nina.
“I’ll bet that’s because you’ve walked both sides of the street. Am I right? You know what pussy tastes like, and how it feels to have a woman love your body, don’t you?” asked the older woman.
“How did you know?” asked Nina.
“Your story about sex before you met Edwin. There was no way that, with all that much sex, you wouldn’t have been with women. But really, all that I think matters is I’m a woman who knows what it’s like to live without sex and to drive yourself crazy. That I’m someone who now knows that sex is like magic — especially in a relationship. And while I haven’t been doing this work as long as Red, I think I know where he was going. So let me ask you — who is responsible for your sex life?”
“I know the right answer is me, but how can I be responsible when he won’t even look at me naked?” Nina asked.
“Make him, silly. When’s the last orgasm you had? How long ago? Because I think you’ve forgotten how life-giving they are or otherwise you would want one really badly!”
“I can’t remember, ataköy ucuz escort really” said Nina with a deep sigh.
“Then we’re going to remedy that. Did you ever do phone sex? Well, Face Time is phone sex on steroids! So the first thing you have to do is get naked. NOW!” Sally’s tone left no doubt that she was serious. As did the fact that she removed the shirt and was apparently naked on camera.
Nina didn’t really fight it. Her sweatshirt came off easily, and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her 36C tits were quickly on display. She stood up and the camera caught her unzipping her jeans and pushing them down, but revealed no more detail. For the moment, anyway. “Like this?” she asked, grinning.
“Feels good, right? Do you like the idea that I can see how big your nipples are? That I think your boobs look delicious? The way the camera is positioned I can’t see everything, but I want you to spread your legs and begin to play with your pussy. Stroke yourself. Caress yourself. I’m doing it. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes” moaned Nina. “And I’m dripping wet over here. God, I want something in my cunt. I want a thick cock buried deep in my hole. I feel so dirty and, at the same time, I feel liberated. Like I’ve always wanted to do this with an audience. Am I crazy?”
“Of course not! You used to have an audience — that group of ten you talked about. I bet you liked showing off for them, didn’t you? I bet you would do all kinds of things to ensure they watched you, right?” Sally’s sentences were accompanied by heavier and heavier breathing, by moans and groans. One hand was pulling on a nipple, and the other one was clearly working between her legs.
“Oh my god, yes! I loved being watched! I loved showing off what a slut I could be! Sex was good — but sex with an audience was AMAZING! I can’t believe how hot I am doing this with you. I’ve been missing this. I’ve been dying for this. Right now all I want to do is come, over and over and over and let you see what happens to me. I am going to come…..aaaahhhh” and Sally watched as Nina’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body twitched and jerked. That was her trigger and she began to come as well.
There was no telling how long it went before they each came back to reality and looked at each other. Then they were both laughing hysterically at what had just happened.
“I don’t know what came over me” said Nina, suddenly unsure of herself.
“I do” said Sally. “I paid attention to you and you let me watch. Seems pretty simple to me.”
“When you put it that way, I guess so. But how does that help me with Ed?”
“If he won’t pay attention to you, what do you think might happen if he was to see me putting all kinds of attention and affection and just general sex on you? First off, every guy seems to get aroused by girl on girl sex. And just maybe, if he sees us together, he might get aroused enough to join in.”
“But you aren’t gay, are you? I mean, like you said, I’ve walked both sides of the street, but have you?” said Nina, suddenly serious.
“I’m simply sexual. It’s not about straight or gay or bi for me — those are just labels! If it feels good, it’s worth doing over and over. I know how a woman reacts. I know how a woman feels. I know how YOU feel. Haven’t I demonstrated that?”
“Yes, you have. But how can we do this? I don’t want to drive him away, but now I am even hornier than before all this began. If I don’t get fucked really soon I’m going to go crazy!” Nina was busy squeezing and twisting her nipples, and beginning to be drawn in again by the sensations.
“Well, I can be over there in twenty minutes. When does he get home?” asked Sally.
“He’s due in an hour. Why don’t you come over? And you can plan on staying, so bring a change of clothes. In for a penny, in for a pound.”
“I’ll see you shortly. Better get some sort of dressed — wouldn’t want to scandalized a delivery guy if he showed up, now, would you? And maybe get your inlaws to take the baby for the night if you can. Bye.”
About thirty minutes later, Nina’s door bell rang. Her mother had just picked up the baby, so it had to be Sally. She opened it to find her out front, her nipples prominently displayed through her t-shirt. Nina was grabbed and kissed hard. Sally was decidedly taller than Nina, and it felt so very good pressed up to each other. Never the less, Nina’s body responded — her pussy began to get wet. Her nipples now became visible, even through the relatively thick fabric of her sweatshirt. After a moment the two of them disengaged and closed the door.
“You just go about your business of making dinner for Ed. I’ve brought some wonderful wines — white and red so you can make whatever you like. And then let me take control and run the show. Are you game?”
“Absolutely game. I’m yours to command, Mistress!” Nina said with a big grin.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now come back here and let me smell — yup! The odor of wet pussy is very prominent. Bet it’s been ataköy üniversiteli escort missing for a while, hasn’t it?”
Nina nodded, then moved to the kitchen where dinner was warming. She opened the red wine and poured them both a big glass. For her part, Sally relaxed with her butt up against the counter and her arms folded across her chest but under her boobs, lifting them and exaggerating their prominence.
“Maybe be Ed needs some variety. Maybe he needs to be shocked into discovering that if he won’t attend to your sexual needs, there are others who would be happy to. Like me, for instance! I don’t think a woman is as threatening as another man, frankly. So we are going to let him see some lady loving and blow his mind. Understand?”
Nina nodded. She was nervous, but at the same time excited. This might play hell with her marriage, but if it could bring back some good old-fashioned sex it would be worth it. “I’m in your hands. At your command. And I mean that in any way you want to interpret that. If we can show him what he’s been missing it will be worth anything at all!”
“Good. Then this will be all about you and your pleasure. If he is smart, he’ll come around. You’re too good to lose and he needs to know it. So, what’s for dinner?”
“I made a meatloaf and some sides. Simple but filling, and it will go well with that red wine.” Then they both heard the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by a man’s voice.
“Hey, honey, have we got company? Whose car is that?” he said as he strolled into the kitchen, stopping short as he saw Sally leaning up against the counter. “Hello. I’m Edwin.”
“I knew that” she replied. “I’m Sally. Nina and I are in the same small group in her seminar, and we decided to get together tonight and do some homework. I hope you won’t mind.” She bent forward to take his hands, letting her shirt fall open and her boobs become very visible. “We might need your help as well. If you’re interested, that is.”
“I suppose so. Let me clean up before dinner. I’ll be right back.” With that he left the room and headed down the hall.
“Wow! He got a real view of your boobs — and he reacted! What am I missing?” asked Nina. “How did you do that?”
“I’m only here for one thing. Sex. I don’t have a baby to listen for or worry about, so there’s nothing going to get in my way. You, on the other hand, are about as UNsexy as can be. I know it’s comfortable to take off the bra, but if you aren’t going to then use your girls, you are wasting it! That sweatshirt hides them.” Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a white t-shirt and handed it to Nina. “Put that on. It’s going to be tight — and that’s the point!”
It took some work to get the t-shirt on. Her boobs were squeezed and it felt like her nipples were going to press through the material. Looking down, she saw the dark circles of her areaole as well as the hard points of her now distended nipples. “I see what you mean” she said.
“Right! Now we are heading in the right direction! Go back to what you were doing.” With that, Nina turned her back and bent to the meal being fixed on her kitchen island. And suddenly she felt the older woman pressed up against her from behind. Sally’s mouth was nibbling at her neck, drawing a tingling response all over her body. Nina felt Sally’s hands on her back, stroking. Soon the strokes reached down to the cheeks of her ass, and she began to lean back into the caresses. She closed her eyes and just began to appreciate the sensations of another person loving her body. She was now very wet, and lost in the moment when she heard Ed’s abrupt entry.
“Whoa! What the fuck?” he exclaimed. “What’s going on here?”
Sally was the one who responded. She silenced Nina with a hand over her mouth, and Nina used the opportunity to begin to kiss the hand. “Well, Ed, here’s the thing. Nina has let me know that her body has needs and you haven’t been attending to them. I was in her shoes once. So I wasn’t going to let her suffer a minute longer than she had to. She loves you. But you haven’t seemed to notice she’s just as hot as she was when you first went out. She’s the mother of your child — but she’s also a sexual being that you haven’t been att3ending to. I was the one who suggested that if she wanted her body loved, a woman would know what she needed and still be faithful to you. And, it turns our she’s a bit of an exhibitionist, so I decided that if we play, it might turn you on and snap you out of whatever funk has allowed you to forget you married a woman dying to be your slut.”
She stopped speaking to let him digest that, and at the same time slid her hands up under that tight t-shirt she’d given Nina. Now it was obvious that she was playing with Nina’s breasts and nipples. Nina surrendered to the sensations, beginning to thrust her hips and moan. “Oh, yes. I’ve missed hands on my tits. Another body close to mine. I’ve missed being wanted for my body. Ohhhhh…”
“Are you seeing this, Ed? Are you seeing what an amazing wife you have? She’s dying for loving. Craving sex! And somehow, you seem to have missed that. Tell me — does watching me fondle her do anything for you? Are you getting hard? Or are you simply living in your own head and ignoring what’s right in front of you? Hmmm?” As she said that one hand dropped down into the front of Nina’s sweat pants, obviously now playing with her slit.
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
