Nobody chooses to get bored. It just happens. Even if you find an activity you love and know you’ll love forever, the reality is that you’ll still get bored by it eventually. Sadly, it’s the same with people. I never intended to get bored with Robert.
To be fair, I can’t say I was bored with him. I was bored with us, with the situation we were in after 10 years of marriage. I loved being married, and Robert is not only a wonderful man but a wonderful husband and provider for our family. I truly had no complaints. Except that after years of being together it was tough to have things seem new and exciting again.
I was lucky that Robert felt the same way, and had the guts to say so. Many couples claim to be very close, yet hide from the difficult topics like “I’m sorta bored with fucking you, honey.” Once, with the kids in bed, we were able to take a rare moment on a weeknight to sit and share a glass of wine, and Robert brought up the subject of bedroom boredom. The next thing you know we had an hourlong talk, which he ended by saying, “We should make more of an effort to have it be different.”
That sounded great but really wasn’t a legitimate solution. I had no idea what he meant by it, or what it meant that we would do next. I found out the following Friday morning.
“Wait,” Tracy whispered, grabbing Sloan’s hand just as it slipped in her panties. “Not here. Not now.” She tried to keep him from touching her pussy, but it was too late. His index finger slid down over the sensitive bud of her clit and curled into wet flesh.
Sloan chuckled. “Why, Tracy Sanders, you little blonde Barbie Doll slut! Your big blue eyes look so innocent, but your pussy is dripping like melted butter. Watching porn must have turned you on.”
They were sitting in a club chair in the entertainment room of the Tri-X fraternity house, where half a dozen other couples were making out, occupying similar chairs or sharing space on a pair of leather couches. The furniture was arranged around a large carpet-covered table, six feet in diameter and a couple of feet high.
Tracy was cuddling next to Sloan, her cheek on his shoulder. He had one hand under her T-shirt, which was imprinted with the message “yes, they’re real and they’re spectacular!” His other hand was inside her panties, exploring her wet pussy.
It all started about six months ago, when my husband Ellis lost his job. When the unemployment benefits ran out before he could find a new place, money began to get tight. After much discussion, I decided to look for housecleaning jobs on Saturdays. This would not interfere with my full-time job, and would still leave my Sundays free, while bringing in a little more money.
By a lucky chance, it turned out that Hal, a friend of my husband’s, was looking for someone to come in and clean once a week. Hal was a single professional, and had a very nice home within a short drive of our house. He was about five years younger than Ellis, and seemed like a very nice gentleman. We quickly agreed on a fee, and he asked me to start that very weekend.
On Saturday morning I drove to Hal’s house, arriving promptly at nine o’clock. His home was very nice, consisting of two floors and a full finished basement, made into a game room, complete with sofas, a poker table and pool table. The house was not filthy, but it was in need of a good cleaning and straightening up. I started in the basement and worked my way up, straightening, dusting and vacuuming industriously. For most of the day Hal stayed in his office, which he told me I did not have to clean. At the end of the day he paid me in cash, and I drove home thinking that this was going to work out very well.
There was a woman in our office I’ll call Lotus, of mixed Asian and black parentage, which resulted in her having a “china doll” face with dark hair and eyes but a curvy, almost voluptuous body. She’s 36 and married, but I learned that this didn’t stop her from having fun behind her husband’s back.
I was out with friends one night after work when I saw Lotus on the dance floor. She seemed to be in the same business suit that she wore to work that day, but her skirt was a lot shorter, maybe mid-thigh or less. She must have pinned it up or something to draw some male attention. She looked sexy either way, which is a thing I’d never noticed at work due to her modest demeanor, but this was definitely not the same Lotus, not by a long shot.
Anyway, she was dirty dancing between two guys, and their hands were all over her, which was something she really got into as she ground herself against them. At the end of a few songs, I saw her gather her things and leave the club with those two guys, who took turns squeezing her ass on their way out.
A few months ago I got a call from a policeman who’d stopped my 15-year-old son for driving without a license and wanted me to come to the scene. Since I didn’t want my son to end up with a record (he would get plenty of punishment from me!), I decided to try a bit of sex appeal on the policeman. I donned a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless top that showed off my generous tits, which look really big on my five-foot-two frame.
The cop was a terrific-looking guy in his early 20s. I was afraid I was too old for him, so I was relieved when I saw him checking me out while I pleaded my case. Whether it was my oratory or my body, he let my son off with a warning. I was genuinely grateful.
A few weeks later, I was in a convenience store and noticed a couple of policemen in uniform. I recognized one as the officer who had been so understanding, and went over to thank him again and assure him that my son was staying out of trouble.
“You won’t regret it, Dad,” my daughter said. “Jenny’s going to be very helpful.”
Alice had persuaded me to hire her college friend, who needed to earn extra money for school, to help with the housework, which had been a problem since her mother left us the year before for some guy she met online. I hadn’t taken her leaving well, and Alice became very protective of me, to the point of being almost annoying. But now, with Alice scheduled to go on a monthlong trip on her scholarship program, I really did need help.
When the day came, I drove Alice to the airport, then went to work. Alice had given Jenny a key to our house, and she would come when her class schedule permitted to clean. I hadn’t thought much about it, but when I got home I was impressed with how good the place looked.
Jenny was still there. She asked, “How does it look?”
With my husband overseas in the Army and my daughter recently married and on her own, I’ve been enduring lonely times. Not long ago I got all dressed up to go out. After drinking for several hours, I decided to drive home. I was almost there when I was stopped by a cop. As he was walking to the car, I unbuttoned my blouse and slid my skirt down below my hips.
Before the cop could ask for my license and insurance card, I pulled my blouse apart, giving him a view of my pink lace bra. Since the bra cups are sheer, he was also getting a good look at the silver-dollar-size brown areolae of my breasts. I glanced at his face to see if I was having any effect, and was shocked to see that the cop was a former student of mine named Robert. (I teach high school English.) Now that I was looking at his face, he had his first clear view of mine. When he recognized me, he put his hand on my breast and felt the hard nipple showing through the bra cup.
I saw Robert looking at my black lace-top stockings, hooked to a black garter belt. He leaned in the car window to get a better look at my thick brown bush through the sheer pink lace panties, and smiled as he put his hand in my crotch and felt my hairy cunt.
I baked a pan of lasagna for Perry, a nice young man who lives down the hall from me. He’s a college junior and doesn’t have a lot of extra money, so I make meals periodically to help him out.
When I got there he smiled and let me in. Not knowing I was going to drop by, he was only wearing a towel, as he was about to take a shower. He told me to have a seat and he would be right out. An erotic shiver went through me, something I hadn’t felt for years. (I’ve been a widow for six years.)
I put the lasagna in the refrigerator, then sat on the couch. I was surprised to find a couple of adult magazines mixed in with a stack of books on the end table. I tentatively thumbed through one and was quickly turned on by what I saw and read. Subconsciously, totally oblivious to my surroundings, I raised my dress to my hips and my fingers grazed my panties. I was so involved that I forgot all about Perry—that is until I heard his voice.
I wasn’t expecting much for my last birthday. After 36 of them, they can get a touch trite and not exactly something that I look forward to every year. I figured that my wife and I would head out to a local sit-down for a bite to eat, have a slice of cake, cuddle up to a movie, and call it a night.
So, imagine my surprise when a midday knock came at my office door, and I opened it to find my wife standing there, clad in jet-black heels and a matching black trench coat. This was certainly an odd occurrence. Normally, she wouldn’t make the 35 minute drive to come and see me just a few short hours before I would be on my way home, anyway. Normally, she wouldn’t dress up like this in the middle of a summer’s day…and she certainly wouldn’t normally have that sly smile on her face that she had.
I gasped to speak—a touch concerned that something may be wrong—but she hushed me quickly, quietly with a well-placed finger to my lips. Her next move left me with my jaw on the floor. She flung open her coat, revealing her soft, curvy form and closed the door behind her…all without a word and seemingly in a single swipe. Her curly tresses—somewhere between an auburn color and a dirty-blonde—fell down haphazardly over her large natural breasts, falling just short of her thick nipples that jutted out at their ends. After almost five years of marriage, I still yearned to gaze into her crystal blue eyes and at her soft, creamy-hued figure. She was an angel—my angel.
His name was Craig, and I met him when we were both grad students at the local college. It turned out that he lived only a few doors down from me, so one day he invited me over to his place. We hit it off, and I soon began hanging out with him and some of his other friends. I thought he was very good looking, and I wanted him, but he didn’t make a play for me for what seemed like ever.
Then one day I went over to his place, having deliberately neglected to wear panties under my skirt. It was just the two of us, and I sat in a way that allowed him the occasional glimpse beneath my skirt. I think he got the message, because he suddenly came over and began kissing me. As he did his hand went under my skirt, feeling my pussy until I was totally soaked.
He pulled my dress up over my head and licked my breasts, then worked his way down my body until he was eating my pussy. He worked himself into position so that his crotch was in my face, and I knew what he wanted, so I reached up to massage his obvious hard-on. When I undid his zipper and took out his hard cock he rubbed it over my cheeks and lips until I opened my mouth and took it inside. I began sucking it immediately, taking it as deep as I could. But he soon pulled out of my mouth, saying that if I kept doing such a good job he would come too quickly.