First time poster so be gentle.
I’m a 36 year old mom of 2 who’s been married for almost 15 years. The stories on I post here will be a mix of fantasy & reality, I’m new to this whole world of kink and need a place to get the thoughts out to better explore my desires.
Note: there is no cheating implied in these stories, and any rape implications should be interpreted as CNC.
With that said, here is how my story begins:
It started with the bathtub, watching porn while relaxing after a long day of managing work, house and family, watching beautiful women play with their breasts, pinching, tugging, massaging, moaning. A good Catholic school girl, right up until I married my heathen, atheist spouse, I’d never really explored my own body didn’t know how to get off by myself. So I watched as their hands slid down their bodies, watched their fingers circled their clits, parted their lips, watched their labia swell and their juices seep out of their inner most selves. I follow along, mimicking their movements, pausing when something feels particularly good and playing with that touch before going to the next experience. Until finally, I hit on just the right sensation, bringing myself to my first solo orgasm.
And so it continues bath after bath, no one disturbs me, this is my solo time, my spouse (Vincent) has the kids under control and unless there is death, I am alone. I learn that my breasts large as they are at 38G, and incredibly sensitive to the slightest whisper of a touch, and yet I can’t deny the immense pleasure of being rough with them, pinching, tugging even biting them. If I want to I can bring myself to orgasm by playing with my nipples alone but the satisfaction I crave, bringing my orgasm out by fingering my innermost self eludes me.
As time goes on I continue to explore, finding what makes my insides quiver, orgasming happens sometimes, either from long slow strokes, or quick taps, sometimes pinching. None of them work consistently though.
Then it happens: I lose track of time and it’s nearly bedtime for the hooligans. Vincent, bursts into the room assuming I’ve fallen asleep because I’m never late. But instead of finding me asleep, neck deep in bubbles, he finds his oh so innocent wife with 2 fingers palm deep in her pussy, with a nipple in her mouth and her other fingers on her clit.
Startled by the intrusion and embarrassed by my position, I blush, deep red, all the way down to the tops of my breasts. I open my mouth to evict him when my body is wracked with tremors as I orgasm hard. All that comes out of my mouth is a whimper as wave after wave of long awaited orgasm hits me. He smirks (I’d eventually come to recognize this as his Dom smile), he’s always been trouble. “Oh, is this what you’ve been up to?” He leans down and plants a kiss on my still open mouth and tweaks my recently released nipple causing fresh waves of pleasure to rip through my body. “Well, don’t take too long, the kids want a story.”
Next time: Vincent walking on me isn’t enough, so enter the window.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lymrl1/my_journey_into_kink_part_1