As the end of the year approaches, like many of you, I am reflecting on what 2022 has meant to me.
And most of the thoughts make me horny.
Which might just be another way of saying 2022 has been a success.
I had sex with a woman for the first time this year, and it turned out to not be the only time I have done that. Since starting an affair with a university student, who I only get to see intermittently because I am married and she goes to college in a different country, I have discovered a most remarkable thing – something I could not have believed had you told me this on this night last year — I am attractive to women.
I didn’t go looking for this affair. I think it is fair to say that she seduced me. I once told this story here but I thought I was making her dinner and catching up after her first semester in college and she thought it was time to give me an orgasm unlike any I’d ever previously enjoyed. We spent that entire night exploring each other and her taste was still on my lips when my husband returned the next morning.
Every time she comes home from uni now, she fucks me, and I get to learn what she has learned in the intervening months. The anticipation of her return is almost painful. I long for her to devour me, to make me call out her name, to give myself over to her.
But there is nothing binding in this. We are friends who fuck. So she has made it clear she has no problem with my marriage and she has no expectations that I would one day leave him for her, or that she would be the only woman I sleep with. This is still a new idea to me, raised in and formed in and appreciative as I am for monogamy.
I was away with work in Milan and a woman at the hotel bar bought me a drink – while I was looking for someone to chat with on here! – and I understood what she was proposing. Her room wasn’t as nice as mine, but she helped me sleep well after pleasing me completely. I am much more fond of Americans now, having met her.
But the story I want to tell you is about the first time I met a Redditor. We had been talking online for weeks before she suggested it first. She had been wonderfully circumspect about my situation, considering marriage commitments and so on. But she knew I was travelling to Cambridge for a meeting and she was from a city nearby. “What if…” she suggested. “We couldn’t…” I protested. She knew enough to leave it at that. Then a week later, captivated by the idea, I broached the subject, “If we did, then…” It turns out she had planned the whole thing out. A chain hotel with a bland cocktail bar. She could find a reason to be there. I could bump into her. We would both have alibis. And so that is what we did.
The hotel was anonymous and the bar was bland, though run by very friendly and knowledgeable staff. They made us negronis and we made each other laugh. Through a computer screen, I had loved how outrageously straightforward she was. In person, I was seduced by how attentive she was. She did not just say I was beautiful – though I appreciated that – but she complimented on the particular choice of my scarf. Her voice took on a husky tone when she was flirting, which was often after the 2nd drink. We would have been entirely under-the-radar to all but the keenest gaydars through the night but her constant witticisms had me soaked. Eventually I gave in and asked her if she wanted to see my room.
She did not need a second invitation.
I thought I would make her a drink when we got up to my room but the moment the door was closed, there was no doubt about what we had come there to do. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me for the first time. She had often left me breathless after our chats but now I think she made me whimper. How can it be that she could kiss me harder and yet more gently than any man?
She stripped for me. I have never been to a strip club and now I do not need to go. Sitting on the edge of my bed – because otherwise I would have fallen to my knees to worship her – I watched as she shed the business suit of pencil skirt and blazer and blouse she was wearing, heels kicked off recklessly, to reveal her lingerie and then that was gone, sensually discarded. Naked in front of me, she goaded me, “You want this, don’t you?” It took no force to push me back on to the bed and she was on top of me, where I needed her to be. To taste her was heaven. I am still new enough to this to be struck by the heat of a wet pussy and her sitting on my face was hot. She was ready for my tongue. My hands on her ass encouraged her to smother me as I sought to drink her up. Her clit, responsive to my every lick, was my god for that time – 3 minutes or 30, who can tell – until I felt her grind down on me harder and heard the tone of her moans shift and she came, for the umpteenth time because of me but for the first time *because of me*. She used me like that through the night and I loved it. We ordered breakfast to the room and I made her come while she ate her eggs benedict. Lying naked together drinking our coffee afterwards, exhausted and satisfied and already sad at our parting, she said, “I could get used to this this”. “Don’t,” I said, unwilling to even consider what that might mean. Then she made me come again and I could not stop considering it.
Here’s to 2023: When I will consider my pleasure with even more intensity.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zw1jvj/i_27f_reflect_on_2022_with_the_help_of_a_redditor