The Secret Desires of a Married Woman
Married for two years.
Still feeling like newlyweds, but our sex life has become a bit monotonous.
Part of it is because my husband isn't particularly skilled in bed, but it's also because we've been together for so long.
I started dating my husband in the summer of seventh grade.
Counting from then, it's been about 13 years.
He was my first sexual partner.
I gave him that gift on his birthday when we were both in seventh grade.
There was a period of about a year when we broke up, during which I was involved with two other men.
After that, we got back together and eventually married.
When we were younger, we had sex almost every day, but after getting married, the frequency decreased, and now it's about once every three months.
The routine of foreplay and the fixed 20-minute duration started to feel monotonous.
I love my husband, but my physical desires were becoming unfulfilled.
One day, I ended up registering on a dating site.
There were many enticing posts from men, and I could feel my body responding.
Among them, one post from a middle-aged man caught my attention, and I replied.
I was expecting a mind-blowing sexual experience.
We arranged a time to meet.
Looking back, I realize it was a reckless decision.
But my sexual desires had grown to the point where I didn't hesitate to betray my husband.
The man I met was 48 years old.
He had a gentle and kind demeanor.
Meeting him eased some of my initial fears.
Instead of rushing to a hotel, he took the time to have tea with me and listen to my desires and wishes.
Despite my embarrassment, I conveyed my overwhelming sexual desires.
With mutual consent, we went to a hotel.
Once in the room, he kissed me suddenly.
I was surprised, but I found myself accepting the kiss.
If he hadn't been so assertive, I might have hesitated and run away.
He embraced me from behind, kissed my neck, and skillfully removed my blouse, leaving me in just my underwear and stockings.
His hands slipped into my white bra, fondling my breasts.
My groin was filled with a warm, moist sensation.
He removed all my clothes, leaving me naked.
He asked me to undress him, and I complied.
When I removed his underwear, I was confronted with something much larger than my husband's.
It was dark, thick, and impressively large.
"Wow, it's amazing,"
I stared at it intently.
He gently escorted me to the shower room.
After confirming his size with my hands, I took him into my mouth.
It was so thick that my jaw ached.
His caresses on the bed were unlike anything I had experienced before.
The subtle touches excited me.
The escalation of his caresses was triggered by my desire for more intense stimulation.
He seemed to have been waiting for this moment, as he pulled out handcuffs, ropes, a blindfold, and toys from his bag.
He blindfolded me and restrained my hands with handcuffs.
He tied a rope to a beam, suspending me with only my hands bound.
Standing there, he touched my body and played with my sensitive areas using toys.
The bondage sex transformed me into a wild creature.
I moaned in a way I never had before, and my juices flowed down my thighs like a shower.
Just from that, I climaxed while standing.
The rope was loosened, and I collapsed onto the floor.
In that position, he entered me.
The impressive size I had desired from the start was finally inside me.
It felt like I was being torn apart.
But he showed no mercy, thrusting relentlessly.
He switched to missionary position, and finally, he pushed into my mouth, ejaculating inside.
Choking, I had no choice but to swallow, experiencing a man's semen for the first time.
I was completely captivated by the bondage sex, unable to resist.
This man is still my secret sexual partner.
I no longer feel anything during sex with my husband, but because I love him, I pretend to enjoy it.
