Well...We have been married almost seven years now. Sex has never been great, just vanilla sex, missionary position and at that under the covers and lights out. But even that became routine, if we had sex even once a month to six weeks. Jacques and I just did not put our hearts in it, not that Jacques seems to contribute much effort. The whole thing was over in 10 minutes. Like eating a chocolate with the wrapping paper still on. I even wondered if he was having an affair. But I dismissed the thought. Jacques had never satisfied me and I doubt that a mistress would accept a relationship with a married man and nothing in return, maybe perhaps for the money. he certainly had a lot! “What if Jacques goes to prostitutes? Oh god... I hope at least he would wear a condom” I thought to myself that night after another unsuccessful attempt at lighting up a fire under my camel of a husband. All I got extra was a couple of extra squeezes of my nipples during foreplay, big deal! “No, it’s not prostitutes. Where would he find the time?” Jacques was too wrapped up in his work that soaked up 90 per cent of his time. The rest of the 10% was for eating, sleeping and the other mundane activities of life, like fucking me if he got around to it once in a while. “I am not that bad looking” I thought looking at myself naked in the bathroom mirror. I keep trim and fit working out almost every day at the gym. I take care of my looks and how I dress. I am proud to admit that at 30-some I was carded the other night when Carrie and I went for cocktails one evening. “Well I guess sex is not a priority for Jacques” I resigned myself after dismissing the thought of having an affair myself—just a physical relationship to satisfy my cravings... ...Until I went online to pay a bill I had put on Jacques’ credit card. “So that’s what he is been doing”, at once hurt and happy to find out that Jacques was not completely disinterested. Sure enough Jacques had visited porn sites. I studied carefully his patterns: some S&M, CFNM humiliation, anal sex... We were almost late for dinner. We had been invited by friends for a social evening. Jacques was waiting patiently for me to finish my makeup. I slipped into that little black dress I bought. “How do I look?” I asked. “Great” Jacques replied without putting much thought in what he replied. At that moment, as we were just about to leave I pulled up my dress and took off my slip as if this was the most natural thing to do, like putting on a coat. “Let’s go or we will be late.” Jacques mechanically following me, still not recovering from the shock. The whole evening he seemed awkward, as a teenager on a first date. “Good! I thought, and now let’s see the rest.” As the evening dragged on Jacques seemed to grow more impatient. I was in no hurry to leave. In fact I pretended to be enthralled by the stories our hosts entertained us with. “You seemed tired tonight dear. Is that why you are driving fast?’” I said innocently as we drove home. Jacques was driving at 80 kilometres in a 50 zone. Now THAT was an eager beaver I thought. “A good night sleep and you’ll wake up feeling better. Don’t forget tomorrow we go to pick up your tux for that formal do next week.” In the bedroom Jacques stood looking stupid, waiting in anticipation for something to happen. He had waited for that moment all evening the poor thing. I took my dress off and stood completely naked in my high heels, my left leg on the edge of the bed. Jacques was turning shades of purple. I reached to my cunt and spread my vaginal lips exposing my waiting clit. “Tongue-fuck me,” I ordered him. He didn’t make a move. "What’s the matter, don’t you understand?” I said, whacking him with a riding crop, leaving behind a long welt across his bare chest. He leaned on his knees in slow motional all the while his eyes remained riveted on me. He worked on me with his tongue, as we began breathing heavily. I was getting closer and closer to my first orgasm with Jacques. As I drew closer I smothered his head against my dripping cunt. Finally, in a sudden explosion, I experienced an incredible trance. Finally, relaxing, I let his head go. I guess I pressed him a bit too hard. His lips were swollen not to mention his tongue. “Not bad” I said while he was wiping his face from my juices. “Good night,” I said slipping into my nightgown and got under the cover, just imagining his surprise at the unexpected turn of events. I pretended to have fallen asleep. Then I waited... “What are you doing?” I said pushing the bathroom door open. Jacques was watching himself in the bathroom mirror masturbating, his pyjamas pants around his ankles. “Oh dear! I forgot about you tonight. Didn’t even think you were turned on eating my pussy. Here, let me help.” I got down on my knees grabbing his throbbing cock in my right hand jerking him gently while twirling my tongue around the swollen head of his cock. Then I swallowed his shaft deep down my throat just about gagging on it. “Let me know when you are about to cum” I said. “Oh please don’t stop” he replied pushing his cock back into my mouth. Then not long afterwards he added “Now!” He shot his load all over my face, in my mouth and my down night gown. I looked at him in ecstasy smacking my lips, licking every drop of his cum. Jacques had an expression of bliss I had not seen on him before. “Look what you did to my nightgown!” I said wiping myself and laughing. The next Saturday evening event was a black tie affair. While I was tying his bowtie Jacques lifted my skirt groping for my bare flesh. I let him run his hand down the crack of my ass and almost reaching my waiting cunt.” “Stop it! Not now. You will mess my dress.” Good. He didn’t press his fingers between the cheeks of my ass. Phew! “Oh do me a favour Jacques please before we go, do you mind slipping these Ben Wa balls up my cunt? It looks like the evening is going to be boring.” Well ... I had a hard time controlling the storm I had unleashed. After much fumbling Jacques managed to slip the two balls up my cunt. Every one at that dinner wondered where on earth this little chime came from. Each time I moved my pelvis heads would turn around looking where that sweet sound could come from. And each time Jacques and I glanced at each other as co-conspirators. In the car as we pulled out in the driveway I lifted my skirt and spread my legs. “Pull the string please, and take them out.” In the elevator to our apartment I leaned down on my knees, unzipped his pants and swallowed his bone-solid cock. I was going at it furiously when suddenly the elevator stopped. The doors opened. An elder couple walked in. “Damn”, I thought. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” “Yes we are having an early spring” I replied. Jacques did not have time to push that huge cock of his back in place. I stood my back to him covering him. I whispered in his ear “lift my skirt and put your hand up my ass.” You should have seen his face. He didn’t make a move. “NOW!" I ordered. "Or I will move out of the way and show this lovely old couple your stiff cock.” That argument convinced Jacques it seems. He reached my skirt from behind, lifting it careful not to attract attention. I felt his hand slipping in the crack of my ass. Suddenly he stopped. He found it. “Didn’t expect that did you? Happy birthday dear! You thought I forgot huh? It is an anal plug. I have been stretching my asshole to get you to butt fuck me. Tonight you can slip that huge cock of yours inside my ass. But only after you give me the most amazing orgasm first. Oh and bonus. You get to fuck my breasts also.” “Well good night now. We get off here” said the elderly couple stepping out of the elevator. They did not suspect a damn thing of what they unknowingly witnessed that night between Jacques and me.