Written by Sheila

Meetings
27 Sep 2013


Hello, I'm Sheila. In brief, I started as a typist, in the typing pool, with my present employer when I left school and have been the boss's P.A. for nearly 20 years. I'm happily married to Tom. From what I have been reading I might be a little different to many of the other ladies depicted on this site.

The thing is, from very early on in our long marriage my husband has helped me reach orgasm by telling me rude stories during our foreplay. They started off as smutty and over the years got dirtier and dirtier until they were positively filthy, I'm delighted to say. As my needs altered then my husbands stories seemed to alter to meet them. He didn't tell them every time we made love just once in a while when he thought it would be fun and to make my orgasm bigger or better.

He enjoyed the telling as well and as the heroine, me, approached climax, then I did and we then we made love with me coming and he came very quickly afterwards. Every once in a while he would ask me if I had enjoyed the story, which I always did and then he would ask if I would like to try it for real. I very quickly said 'No, it's just a fantasy.' and we carried on as usual.

We are older now and whilst I still reach orgasm, particularly when he tells me his filthy stories, he initially found it harder to cum then eventually difficult to even to get an erection despite my best efforts. Late last year, after telling me a story which I much enjoyed he asked if I would like it for real. I was slow in saying 'No' and didn't say 'it is only a fantasy'. He tried another story, just before Xmas, but this time whilst still being really dirty it was not outrageous and definitely practicable, bearing in mind my age. Again he asked if I would like to try it for real and that time I was tempted, just a little, and only answered with a 'mmmm, maybe'.

On New Year's Eve we went to bed early, how many times can one watch Jools on TV? I decided that as it was New Years Eve I would ask for a story in the hope he would again ask if I would like to try it for real. As it happened Tom snuggled up and whispered in my ear 'would you like a story?' - Yes, please!

That story went right back to the style of the early ones, hotel room; me, a stranger, Tom in the corner, stranger undresses me and we have a long explosive sex session while my husband watches. I had a very big orgasm after that and Tom was certainly firmer than he had been for a long time. When he asked if I would like to try it for real I replied 'would you mind if I thought about it for a while?' He just smiled, and kissed me. I thought about it a great deal and I have to admit that I was very definitely warming to the idea. Tom didn't mention it or push for an answer. I thought he had forgotten all about it so set it in the back of my mind as an 'oh well, never mind.'

About three weeks later he snuggled up and whispered, 'fancy another dirty story?' and I, of course, said yes. This time his story was more detailed than any previous story. He covered the how it was set up and why, he couldn't manage it properly any more and wanted me to still enjoy sexual pleasure, outlined the where and when and how we found a suitable fuck buddy. All the little details were part of his story but at the same time he was making it all sound possible, pleasurable and most importantly that he was happy with the idea.

That night my climax was explosive! Tom couldn't penetrate me despite his trying but I did manage to suck him 'til he was hard and then toss him off, afterwards. Something I had not bothered to try for a long time, I'm ashamed to say.

He didn't ask if I enjoyed the story nor if I wanted to do it for real. We spooned and he nuzzled my neck and stroked my breasts then whispered, “we'll start planning something in the morning, OK?” I have to admit the idea did set my juices flooding. I laid quiet for a few seconds, getting my heart rate down probably, then asked if he was certain that he was totally sure it was OK and that it wouldn't spoil our marriage. He assured me that he was perfectly happy with the idea, 'after all' he said, it is my idea!'

We stayed spooned, my head was buzzing as I played scenarios out in my mind, each making me wetter and wetter. Eventually I went to sleep. I've no idea if Tom had any erotic dreams that night but I certainly did!

Would you like to hear how things progressed? Please let me know.


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