Being in a dead bedroom was never a fun thing. After 15 years of marriage that is where we were. The thrill was gone, sex had went from constantly explosive and exciting to non existent. While I tried to keep it together as much as possible I have needs and toys can’t replace the real thing.
While I am a 36 year old mother of two, I managed to stay fit. I would even notice men stealing glances here and there while I was out and I loved it! It made me wet catching them looking. I began imagining what it would be like to fuck one of them. The thought of being bent over and fucked the way I had been longing for drove me wild. I would edge myself on the way home and fucked myself with a dildo while fantasizing about it.
My children’s soccer coach, Henry, quickly became the man I thought about the most. He was young, built, and full of energy. He had always been a bit flirtatious with me and I noticed him looking on several occasions. The thought of fucking him soon consumed my fantasies and I was aching for the real thing.