Amy's Sexual Adventures Pt. 01

I finally succumbed to having an affair. The timing seemed right; I was sexually bored out of my mind. Let me back up and fill in the blanks. I am Amy, fifty-five years old, Jewish, married to the same man since I was nineteen: two wonderful children, each on their own. Up until now, I had sex with only one man, my husband, Mark.

Mark was dominated, both in his career and in bed. Since he was my first, he had me sexually as he desired. I appreciated his dominance.

I had a corporate career, working at a medium-sized manufacturing company. Men would make subtle passes, and I knew of a few office affairs. I didn't need extracurricular activities; I had a dominant and horny husband.

With the birth of my first child, Mark insisted that I stay home and be a housewife. His income was high, and we would be financially comfortable. Mark was horny all through the pregnancy and more so after. He was under stress at his work and would come home and pull me to my knees. I sucked his cock and felt good and useful. I like to think I helped him in his career.

After my second child was born, my role as a housewife continued. When the children were old enough, I began volunteering and socializing with other women at a country club. By this time, Mark had his own business and was a partner in another. He was absorbed with his work.

Mark lost interest in sex; he lost his sexual dominance. I feared he was having an affair, but was with his true mistress, his business. I became a bored housewife.

For many years, a man at our Conservative Jewish Temple, Ronny, made passes. Strong passes in the beginning, but as time wore on, they became a standing joke. I would tell him, "What would Sarah say?"

I was raised deeply religious and believed in one man-one marriage.

Yet, I am so sexually bored. I am not sure what triggered me; maybe I heard that someone was having an affair. The next time, Ronny made a pass, asking me to join him for a drink, adding his own response, "I know, I know, what would Sarah say?"

We usually laughed, and he did. I did not. I replied, "Sure, why not?"

I thought Ronny would collapse; he was caught off guard by my new response. I added, "Do you have a discreet place in mind?"

It took a moment, but he regained his composure and confidence. He replied, "If you are serious, I will find a place."

A few days later, we were in a quiet neighborhood bar. We talked and I shared how sexually bored I was, but I didn't want to change my circumstances, and we had to be careful. He felt the same.

Ronny was slightly older, retired from a successful law practice. He was dominant and self-confident, but not arrogant. He had a friendly demeanor. His wife, Sarah, was a successful executive and was still working. Ronny's confidence was in full display when he reached into his pocket and produced a motel key.

Of course, I knew what Ronny wanted before we met at the bar, but the reality hit me. I stared at the old, worn blue key; it was time for a decision. A million thoughts ran through my mind, and Ronny sat patiently, sipping his Scotch. He was not exerting any pressure.

Then one thought rose above the rest. I was so crazy bored. I looked at Ronny and said, "Let's go before I come to my senses."

The motel was across the road, and Ronny planned this well. Plus, he had a chilled bottle of Prosecco in the room with two glasses.

And I had sex with the second man in my life. He was dominant in bed, and I felt my old submissions awakened. He had a nice body, and swimming and working out kept him in good shape. I hadn't noticed before that his eyes were such a vivid blue. In a word, he was sexy.

The moment he laid his hands on my naked breasts, I knew I had made the right decision. His touch was amazing, and he moved slowly and deliberately. His tongue found my wanting pussy, and I had the first orgasm, delivered by a man, in ten years.

His cock was smooth, a large mushroom cockhead, and was larger than my husband's. Besides photos in a magazine, I didn't have any reference point for cock sizes.

I begged him to "take me", but he wasn't done pleasing and torturing my pussy. My husband licked my pussy a few times when we dated, but he preferred his fingers. Ronny was providing this glorious pleasure.

He shifted his position, so his cock was near my face. I was excited to have his cock in my hands and mouth. He grabbed my hair and said, "Suck me, you little slut. You're my cock slut now baby girl."

My husband was rarely verbal, but Ronny's words and his cock deep in my mouth, I felt my second orgasm coming. I tasted his sweet pre-cum, which was his signal to retreat from my hungry mouth.

He shifted, grabbing both wrists, and plunged his cock deep in my pussy. I wanted him badly, as he pounded my lonely pussy. A few strokes and he came hard. He tried to stop his climax, but at some point, he couldn't stop. I climaxed myself, and I didn't let his cock out until long after our breathing became normal.

We relaxed and we kissed and he asked, "Do you regret your decision?"

I took hold of his semi-hard cock and replied, "What do you think?"

Then I began to suck him again, tasting his cum and my juices.

Our affair lasted four months, sometimes in our beds or the backseat of our cars. We started to get careless. One time, I sucked his cock in the garage while his wife was in the kitchen.

Then I got news that they were moving closer to the children. I wondered if Sarah knew and decided to make this move. A few days before they moved, we had the most intense sex, with another man. I wore a hood, so I never knew who the other man was.

I was sad by his departure and felt lost. I didn't have another man to replace Ronny. Ronny seduced me, and no one was "hitting" on me. That was not true, one man made a pass a few months ago, an older colleague. Would he remember and still have desire? I didn't know where he was, but I had a lead.