I am a 30-something woman married for 10 years. Wes
and I have no children and no plans to have them. God
knows we barely have time for each other, what do we
have to offer a child?
Wes is 6'2", 205 muscular lbs, has black hair and the
most gorgeous, piercing blue eyes I have ever seen. I
am 5'8", 125 well-toned lbs, my blue-black hair is very
near my waist, and I have light brown eyes. Wes used to
say, "Damn Deb, you have the sexiest tiger's eyes..."
When we do have time together, we use each other for Karate
practice, both of us being black belts. That is one passion
we have never let slip, even though it seems we practice
separately nowadays. Wes is an executive with a major airline
and I own my own clothing boutique, so I can work from home.
I love my husband and never thought of cheating on him. But
I have needs, and he is never here. Also, I had been into a
couple of chat rooms when my computer work was done and was
finding some interesting things about others' sexual lifestyles.
Things that made me curious, and very wet.
Wes was not the type to indulge in the fantasies I was
beginning to have. Nor was he the type to appreciate the
"toys" I was beginning to accumulate. I kept them in an
unused satchel in my closet. I used them for masturbation
when I got tired of waiting for him to have time for me.
One afternoon I was so horny I decided I couldn't, no I
wouldn't, wait for him to get home only to hear he was too
tired and he'd make it up to me later. Later never seemed
to come.
Fresh from a long hot shower, my hair towel-dried and my
favorite chinese silk robe belted loosely, I padded into
the bedroom, my toes curling into the plush burgundy carpet,
enjoying the texture, the scratchiness. I sit at my vanity,
taking my robe off, and start applying chanel body lotion.
That's why I insisted on a leather seat. Wes didn't get that
until he saw the routine I had. When I finished I stood up
and started blowdrying my hair, bending over to get the back
and to make it extra fluffy. That done, I move toward the bed.
Our room is done in burgundy and gray with slashes of light
and medium blue. The bed is opposite the fireplace and the
bed...is a fantasy. A huge four-poster with curtains swagged
on all sides, closing to create a cozy place for two. When
candles around the room are lit, the atmosphere is delicious.
I go to the closet and get my secret satchel, bringing it to
the bed, sitting Indian-style in the middle, where I dump it's
contents. "Let's see...."
"Let's see what, honey? Are you talking to yourself in there?"
Wes' voice! Oh my God! I see his hand reach inside the curtains,
sweeping a panel aside so he can look in. And here I am, naked,
with all these kinky sex toys surrounding me! "Shit!", I think to
myself. What's he going to think? Say? Do? He isn't the most patient
man in the world and I know he has no clue this side of me exists.
I can feel myself blush red all the way to the tips of my breasts
as I realize I can do nothing but wait for him to see all this. I
lower my eyes to my lap and await his first words...
[Edited by DevilGirl on 08-12-2000 at 01:57 AM]
and I have no children and no plans to have them. God
knows we barely have time for each other, what do we
have to offer a child?
Wes is 6'2", 205 muscular lbs, has black hair and the
most gorgeous, piercing blue eyes I have ever seen. I
am 5'8", 125 well-toned lbs, my blue-black hair is very
near my waist, and I have light brown eyes. Wes used to
say, "Damn Deb, you have the sexiest tiger's eyes..."
When we do have time together, we use each other for Karate
practice, both of us being black belts. That is one passion
we have never let slip, even though it seems we practice
separately nowadays. Wes is an executive with a major airline
and I own my own clothing boutique, so I can work from home.
I love my husband and never thought of cheating on him. But
I have needs, and he is never here. Also, I had been into a
couple of chat rooms when my computer work was done and was
finding some interesting things about others' sexual lifestyles.
Things that made me curious, and very wet.
Wes was not the type to indulge in the fantasies I was
beginning to have. Nor was he the type to appreciate the
"toys" I was beginning to accumulate. I kept them in an
unused satchel in my closet. I used them for masturbation
when I got tired of waiting for him to have time for me.
One afternoon I was so horny I decided I couldn't, no I
wouldn't, wait for him to get home only to hear he was too
tired and he'd make it up to me later. Later never seemed
to come.
Fresh from a long hot shower, my hair towel-dried and my
favorite chinese silk robe belted loosely, I padded into
the bedroom, my toes curling into the plush burgundy carpet,
enjoying the texture, the scratchiness. I sit at my vanity,
taking my robe off, and start applying chanel body lotion.
That's why I insisted on a leather seat. Wes didn't get that
until he saw the routine I had. When I finished I stood up
and started blowdrying my hair, bending over to get the back
and to make it extra fluffy. That done, I move toward the bed.
Our room is done in burgundy and gray with slashes of light
and medium blue. The bed is opposite the fireplace and the
bed...is a fantasy. A huge four-poster with curtains swagged
on all sides, closing to create a cozy place for two. When
candles around the room are lit, the atmosphere is delicious.
I go to the closet and get my secret satchel, bringing it to
the bed, sitting Indian-style in the middle, where I dump it's
contents. "Let's see...."
"Let's see what, honey? Are you talking to yourself in there?"
Wes' voice! Oh my God! I see his hand reach inside the curtains,
sweeping a panel aside so he can look in. And here I am, naked,
with all these kinky sex toys surrounding me! "Shit!", I think to
myself. What's he going to think? Say? Do? He isn't the most patient
man in the world and I know he has no clue this side of me exists.
I can feel myself blush red all the way to the tips of my breasts
as I realize I can do nothing but wait for him to see all this. I
lower my eyes to my lap and await his first words...
[Edited by DevilGirl on 08-12-2000 at 01:57 AM]
