My husband just announced one day that he was leaving. For another man. Apparently he had been having gay sex while still at school and marrying me was something his family forced him into. Still, at least there were no children involved to get hurt.
But I was mad as all hell, the lying cheating bastard. I found out though, a couple days after he left that I couldn't make myself cum anymore. Oh I would get almost there, but there was something about the fact that I was forced into masturbation that made orgasm impossible. Over the next year, it got worse and worse. I would get so horny and I would watch porn, or think about things that get me off but that damned orgasm would NOT come.
So I guess I just stopped. When I felt horny, I would go do something else. I tell you, my home has never been so spotless. One night some friends dragged me out to a party. Boy, I SO didn't want to go! I had made my mind up to leave early before I even got dressed. AND I made damn sure I didn't dress to thrill. I wore a boring pair of trousers and a long loose fitting top.
Anyways, I met this guy there. The thing is, he was a lot older than me. (I learned later he was in his 50s) We talked, shared a few drinks and went outside. Under the Cairns night sky we were talking about nothing much and then, like flicking a switch we were all over each other. I haven't felt like this since I was 13! We kissed savagely and I all but yanked his pants off him. Meanwhile he slammed me up against the wall and just jammed his hand in my pants. I thrust against him while wanking his cock as roughly as I could. Then, I felt a hurricane coming in my belly. Oh My God! I have never EVER felt an orgasm build like this. It literally felt like a tropical storm and when it hit my whole world splintered apart. (I orgasmed so hard I peed.. a LOT) Then I felt him start to twitch and I learned a whole new definition of 'heavy cummer.' My bastard ex could shoot a fair sized load, but this guy made him look like a one spurt wonder! It went up my arm, all over my top and even on my tummy where it ran down into my panties.
Of course, I had to leave the party and drive home. I couldn't really go back in covered in sperm and pee right? I gave him my number though. For the rest of the night, I masturbated in the most wild and dirty ways possible. Having his sperm all over me only added to it.
The next day we met up at a hotel and that again made me feel like a teenager checking into a motel. I can't talk about what happened but lets just say it took all afternoon and evening, and afterwards, I really could NOT walk!
The thing is, its been six months since then and I find that he, like me, enjoys masturbation as much as penetrative sex. He has encouraged me to do it in different ways and different places. In turn, I have shown him the delights of having his prostate massaged.
Want to know something. The fact that he is old enough to be my dad only adds to it!