a happily married woman flirts with Fred

I'm happily married with a husband who loves me very much and treats me very well. He is working very hard and doing well enough so I don't have to work but can be a mother and lady of leisure at home. If I have the luxury of being a bit bored, or if Tom is too tired to play, I shouldn't complain. And I don't complain. But that's not enough. I shouldn't be thinking of other men when I'm masturbating. That's really ungrateful. I shouldn't be attracted to other men I meet and I shouldn't look at them in a sexual way,  but I do all these. I enjoy being noticed by other men. It's exciting and enjoyable. I've tried meditation, exercise, and cold showers, but every now and then, I'm burning with desire to be touched , stroked, caressed, grabbed and taken, and penetrated by a man. I'm highly sexed and I like adventure, novelty, variety, playfulness.

Fred has all of these, so  I'm meeting him for dinner when my husband is away on a conference, while he is working hard so I can stay at home with baby and be relaxed and fresh . It's totally wrong. I'm don't deserve Tom. I'm just a low down low class slut from a broken family whic ant study and whose only redeeming feature is her looks. I was probably a willing whore and a happy hooker in my past life who got so very lucky in this present reincarnation.

So why am I looking forward to meet Fred so much? I've brought Tim with the maid to my in laws flat nearby and now I'm back in my room changing. I can't decide what to wear. I want Fred to look at me and admire me like before. I'm using his favorite floral perfume from L'occitane and his favorite light pink lip gloss. I apply mascara to my lashes. I decide I want him to desire me. My breasts are much bigger now because of my breastfeeding so I want to show them off. I matched a push up bra with a drapy light white cotton  sleeveless blouse with black prints. The blouse has a zipper front, and I pull it down half way to show some breast. The mini skirt is barely mid thigh and I wear a three inch black heels and a narrow black choker. I'm barely finished when the door bell rings.

Hi Stuly! You look as pretty as before! Fred rewards my preparation. He gives me the once over look and inhales loudly,  but returns his gaze to my face and exclaims, but sexier than before! I smile widely and  look at his rugged tanned face, taking in his long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves and denim jeans. You look good too, and trim as ever! He steps in close to me and gives me a warm hug. I feel his strong arms round my waist and I feel attracted once again. Fred continues, It's so good to see you again, I really miss you, and your smile. Really? I thought you'd be chasing some cute  young chick soon after I left you. Fred held my bare shoulder with his warm hand, looked me in the eye, and said seriously, yes, I fooled around when I was young, but you are my first after I got married, and you will be the last, because nobody can be better than you. I'm so happy I gave him a very broad and warm smile, I missed you very much too, i said, if only.... but Tom treats me really well and I'm very happy. He gave me  another hug, a longer one, and it felt good. I didn't want the hug to end.

I get you a drink? Waters fine. I give him his drink and sit down next to him on the sofa. I like your flat, he says, just like in your old flat, I always feel very comfortable in your home. I get a flashback of the many afternoon delights we enjoyed in my bedroom on my bed in my old home. How come we are so cold and distant now? Great, I said, many things need to be improved but I've not gotten down to it because of Tim. I suddenly become very aware we are a man and a woman alone together in a private room and I feel his maleness very strongly. It's a quiet moment. We look at each other.

How have you been? He spoke warmly and very tenderly to me and closed the distance between us with 4 short words. I've been very lucky, Tom is good to me, and then there is Tim, I don't think I'm a very concerned mother, but he keeps me busy. How about you? You ok? Biz is bad, but I can retire off the rent from my few properties, you know, you used to help me with the leasing. Kids are very independent now, and my wife is as busy as ever with her high profile corporate job. We are a bit closer after you left but nothing great....

You should try and patch up with your wife better. After all, it wasn't only the kids that tied you down right? You cared enough for them to not want to hurt any of them. That's why today I'm with Tom and not with you. So what's the point if you don't make up? Fred replied, frowning, you're right of course, but she's very hard. It's the ruthless and cynical world of finance that makes her so. I wish she would change to a lighter job. Every time we have a smooth patch and our relationship is building up, she will spoil it all by going berserk over little things, threaten divorce, and reset us back to zero again. She is never wrong, whereas with you, no matter how bitter our fights, it's never the end of us,  and you don't threaten a breakup, you are in tears and feeling helpless in your anger and then I think of your father leaving you as a child, and then I feel bad for you and then I want to make up. The difference is I see her as an ugly person when we fight and just trying to win whereas with you, I see someone just trying to fight for her rights to my time and attention, yet with a certain dignity, so you are actually attractive when we argue , because it shows  that you care a lot.

Really? I still look good frowning and with my makeup and mascara all smudged? I smiled. Yes, he smiled back broadly, and very sexy. Remember how so many if our fights ended up in bed because you look so desirable when you're so engaged. Really? I'm so angry that I always thought how could you still want to have sex. I thought you just wanted runaway from the problem, to distract me and to shut me up or to punish me, or to humiliate me, because the sex is always rough when you're angry.

No, Stuly, after fighting,I actually suddenly find you very desirable, and also I find  your hurting so pitiful that I want to soothe you. In fact, found it amazing that I could still have my way with you....Well, I replied, blushing, I took it that you  wanted to make up but like the brute caveman, you couldn't find the words to express it, so I let you. Why couldn't you have said those nice things you just said then? Maybe I would have been more willing to remain your  mistress and your no. 2. And why after a fight, there's so much oral sex, I thought you just wanted to stuff my mouth with your cock to shut me up, I giggled as I said this. Not really, but that's a good idea, it's just that when We argue, I look at your face a lot, and when decide I don't want you to hurt anymore, I keep looking at your lips as you talk, and I remember how much pleasure they can give. I laughed, remembering his expressive groans as I worked studiously on his cock with my lips and tongue and fingers. You know I love rough sex, I replied, so I enjoyed our angry sex very much. I always cum and the furious face fucking and the breathless deep throating I receive always turned me on. I didn't get enough rough sex then and now I don't get any at all. Maybe I should have made you angry more often.

It's not too late, Fred teased, let me make you angry now. I laughed and looked him in the eye fondly, and flashed at quick glance down on his crotch, he had a very obvious erection tenting his jeans. Don't tell me you aren't getting enough sex from your wife, I asked, pointing at Fred's erection. No, he said, and even when I do , I'm still imagining it's you I'm fucking. That's no good! I said, it's been two years already since we broke up. Don't do this. Fred said, its your fault partially, because sex with you is so much more fun than with my wife, I missed having sex with you so much. How about you? How's sex with Tom? (I'm used to telling Fred about my sexual adventures when we were having an open relationship as he wouldn't marry me and I needed to see if I could find someone else). Not so good. Boring but sweet. Nothing compared to you, I can't help comparing when you're such a good lover. But I usually don't think about you when I am having sex with Tom, and nowadays even when I'm masturbating except this afternoon...Toms been away and you called right when I was rubbing my clit, and after your call, I couldn't help thinking of our massage sex together when I continued masturbating. Does that make you happy?

Yes. Very, Fred replied. Think of me more when you're masturbating. Yes, in fact, why not call me for some dirty talk while you masturbate? Noooooo.. I can't do that. That would be unfair to Tom. Yes, tempting but unfair, besides you know I can't control myself once I get started and you will take take advantage and I'll probably end up going all the way. No. unless Tom divorces me, then you will get your no strings attached sex from me again. I love you fucking me and I still find you very attractive but I can't do this to Tom...Is Tom thinking of divorcing you, Fred asked? No, not in any way at the moment, but I've been pretending to be his angelic wife, and he's very religious and conservative, and when he finds out about my sexual past and what I'm really like, when he finds out that I'm just a low down  lusty slut with a cunt for a brain, and all the dirty things I've enjoyed being done to me by so many men, I'm very afraid he will find me disgusting and unacceptable....

To be continued.

Masturbating with Fred in mind (part2)

im now on my bed rubbing my clitoris and my breast and thinking of Fred. I pretend it's Fred's hands on my clitoris and imagine his naked body and his throbbing cock. I'm so wet I don't resist when Fred opens my legs and and starts finger fucking me. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock and pumps my hand up and down. I resist but he keeps finger fucking me and on the fourth try I'm so horny, I start to massage his cock. He stops and walks over to the head of the massage bed and starts massaging my breasts. His cock and balls is just above my head, tantalizing me. I push my self past the edge of the bed so I can bend my head backwards and now my opened mouth is ready to receive his cock. He obliges me. I love the rubbery feel of his glans as it glides past my lips and onto my tongue. I like the feel of his shaft rubbing in and out of my lips with a deep slow stroke. I can see the bottom of his cock and his balls and it excites me very much.

I take out my dildo vibrators from my secret locked drawer and suck one of them, thinking of how Fred's cock looked like. Then I take another vibrator and put it deep inside my vagina. It has a clitoral stimulator and the base has ball bearings that rotate. I turn it in and tie it over my neck with the attached strings, now I pretend that Fred is fucking my mouth whilst the Thai masseur is fucking my cunt. I can feel the Thai masseur's thick cock stretching and sliding and and out through the lips of my vagina. He fucks me with long strokes with a twist the end as he rams it home. Then he withdraws it till his rubbery head almost pops out and it rubs and stretches against my inner lips before he slides in again. The feeling is great and my body soon gyrates in rhythm as I try to to time my pelvic thrusts upwards to meet him as hewithdraws and come slamming in. I finger myself as he fucks me. Within minutes I cum long and hard and I imagine both of them cumming in my cunt and mouth at the same time. The pleasure is so intense and it's a very long orgasm.  I'm completely relaxed and satisfied.

It's been a few months since I had such an intense and pleasurable  orgasm because I've been trying to remain faithful to Tom. I've been undone by a phone call from Fred that unfortunately came when I was masturbating. I didn't mean to cheat. But I haven't done anything, it's just a fantasy so I've not really been unfaithful, right ?

I'm going to meet Fred for dinner. I changed my mind about my dress. I decided to wear a short miniskirt and high heels just for the excitement.p of flirting a bit. But I'm not going to be unfaithful.

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a masturbation that went astray with a masseur

Tom, my husband, is away on conference again for a fortnight. He's been away a week but I can't wait another week to be in his arms again. I tried to talk him into phone sex and he tried to oblige me a bit but he wasn't keen or was too tired or too busy. After he hung up, I felt my whole skin burning with the desire to be touched and caressed. I am sitting on the bed and I was wearing a slightly short night gown and I put my hand between my legs and touched myself within my slit. When I took my hand up to see, my fingers were covered with a sticky slimy clear mucuswhich stretched between my fingers. I get wet easily and have never been too dry to have sex.
I took Toms photo from my bedside table with one hand and started rubbing my slit through my panties and thinking of his cock sliding in and out of me from behind while we lie sideways on the bed. I took off my bra and pulled off my silky neglige. I put his photo down. With one hand, I cupped my breast and gently rolled my nipple the way Tom does for me when I ask him to. With my other hand, I pull my g string aside (I always dress sexily in an understated way as Tom doesn't like slutty), and start to rub my clitoris in a very gentle, circular motion until I'm thoroughly soaked with juices and my nipples are erect.i got very aroused, and my hand on my nipple starts to squeeze and grab  my breast as well as roam all over my body. I close my eyes and think of Tom naked, skin against my skin. The pleasure radiates from my clitoris to my whole body. I writhe and rub myself against the smooth bedsheets. I let our little mews and sighs of pleasure, and arch and gyrate my body.  I turn sideways so I can enjoy seeing myself masturbate in the large mirror. I've masturbated myself to orgasm this way many times. It's often more physically pleasurable than having sex with Tom himself but I still rather be in Toms arms.

Today, however, as I was tensing up to my orgasm, the phone rang. Hello Stuly, how have you been? It was Fred, my ex lover of many years. Hiiii! I'm fine, I'm feeling good, long time no hear from you, how's everything with you, I gushed with deep feeling. You ok? Oh sure, Fred replied, I've got a bit of a lull in the shopping business, same as everyone else, but I'm ok, don't have to close shop yet but heartless landlord wants to raise rent. So I'm quite free and thought why not catch up with my baby Stuly. It's like less than once a year? The last I saw you was at your baby one month celebration and before that was your wedding. Yes! I said happily, happy to hear Fred's voice again, we did promise to remain friends forever and meet up once a year and we should, it's due, just that I've been so focused on doing up my home and then my baby came, so busy,  and getting used to living with Tom and to in laws.....How about this evening? Fred asked. Dinner? Sure, if I can get my mum or Toms mum to babysit. Most likely can. It's a good time because I've stopped working and Toms not in town. Six? Fred asked. I'll pick you up from your home or wherever you are then. Yes, I said, from my home, but let me pay just this once, please? Since business is bad for you. I know you can afford, but let me pay for good luck to you. Ok ok, my baby has grown up into a wonderful woman in front of my eyes, Fred laughed, why did I ever let you go? I should have been selfish and strung you along as my mistress forever. Yes, why didn't you? I didn't ask for anything from you, you know, (I hardened as i was suddenly stirred deep inside my heart, it's hard to remain casual as  friends with an ex lover). Why didn't you finish what you started?

After he hung up, i paused in reminiscence of my ex, then decided what I was going to wear, something in between. Something discrete as befits a married woman, and yet show a bit of shoulder, neck and thigh. I've a sleeveless yellow dress that's mid thigh length but sexy as the elasticity of the material helps in hugging the curves of my breasts, waist and butt.


I lay down and went back to masturbating but now I couldn't keep Tom in my sexual fantasy. Fred's face kept coming up instead. I couldn't cum. I surrendered to the images and memories of exciting sex with Fred that flooded back easily.......so many years ago, we were role playing one of his sexual
fantasies y, Fred's so playful and inventive when it came to sex. We were in our love apartment and  I
had just told him how my gang of girls had gone to Bangkok and watched a duck show, not one about ducks but with hunky male models performing a strip tease. We were very young and wild then. After that, we signed up for an expensive massage, and one of us actually went all the way with the handsomest. My masseur was quite attractive too and I let him strip me completely and massage my breasts and buttocks and let him come very close to my slit but when he touched my clitoris, I chickened out and grabbed his wrist and said no even though I was dripping wet. When my friend told me she had had sex, I kind of regretted not having an adventure story to tell more than regret not having let the very muscular man fuck me. So when I told Fred about the adventure, I made it more exciting but didn't want to tell Fred anymore to keep him intrigued. I lied that he was only wearing swimming trunks and  that I got a chance to feel his hard six pack abds. I lied that I could see the masseurs huge rock hard erection poking above his trunks and that I let him stroke my clitoris till I was soaking wet, and after that 'it's too embarrassing, I'm not telling you anymore!'

After that, I ran and Fred chased me down but I refused to tell him to this day. He caught me at the sofa and made me kneel while he fucked me hard afrom behind, slapping my butt and scolding me in mock anger, Tell me you low class slut, did you get fucked by the masseur? In between moans of pain and pleasure, i replied, what do you prefer me to be? That's what I'll be but I'm not telling you what happened. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me down and throat fucked me so hard I couldn't breathe and almost fainted. But no matter how breathless he made me, when he pulled back to let me have air, I refused, absolutely refused to let him know whether or not I got fucked. Fred made me kneel down again saying that he needs to inflict more pain to force me to confess. I'm going to rip your anus unless you confess, he threatened. No! Please! I'll confess. I'll say anything you want me to, ipleaded.  I used my hands to pull my butt apart to stretch my anus bigger so it won't hurt. It's too tight Fred, something will rip! Fred pierced me painfully and started to pump me. It was so tight, I screamed in pain. No! Please no! I'll talk! Sometimes I'll say I got fucked, sometimes ill say I chickened out. Fred's cock was much harder when I said I got screwed, so I finally said I'm sorry , I couldn't help myself. After the masseur licked my pussy I became putty for him to do with as he liked and I spent the rest of my holiday being his sex slave. With that, Fred came in hard and long into my soaking cunt.

I'm all wet now, thinking of Fred, I know it's wrong but just a little bit of fantasy won't hurt, right? .So in our role play sex, Fred often likes to act as the Thai masseur I encountered in Bangkok. Once we booked a wonderful massage couple spa at the rooftop of Changi Meriden hotel. It's got two massage beds but there's an outdoor jacuzzi overlooking changi point where we can enjoy thebpview naked but can't be seen. We tell the masseuses they are not needed and we have two hours alone. He wants to be the masseur who seduced me into sex. .i pretend that I'm holidaying with fred and he's in
the hotel room reading not realizing I'm going to be seduced by a he man with a gorgeous muscular body to die for (not too thick, I prefer lean men). He's only wearing a g string and he's tanned and showing off his abds. After the usual face down massage, I'm asked to remove my bra so he can do my back. His hands go up and down the side of my breasts. He does this standing at the head of the bed so his erect cock is very near my head. Then he goes to my legs and soon Fred's hands are on my butt and massaging hard. His hands creep up and spread my legs apart. No please don't, I said, my boyfriend is in the hotel. Don't worry, Fred said, ive locked the door so he won't find out. It's wring I
said, but made no effort to close my legs. Fred massaged my legs starting with my ankles and calves to thigh and now he was rubbing up against  my crotch. He dipped into my slit and starting to rub up and down. I moaned softly.

Turn around Fred commanded. I turned to face the ceiling with my eyes closed. Fred massaged my naked breasts and twisted my nipples till they were hard and erect. Then he massaged from my calves to my thighs and finally to be slit, getting nearer and nearer till his fingers touched my clitoris. I put my hand on his and said  No! It's not  right, but Fred, kept stroking my clitoris. Each time I would let him and rub a little longer before asking him to stop. Stop, Fred, please? It's wrong . But Fred kept going at my clitoris till the pleasure was intense enough for me to start gently moaning and writhing.fred pulled my legs apart and I didn't resist but said No, Fred, please don't. He starting gently finger fucking me over my uselesss protests. Soon it was an all out three finger attack on my pussy and I was doing pelvic thrusts to meet his pumps. I had been conquered by my masseur.

To be continued.