I woke up after another night of nothing, no sex, no romance, nothing. I’m a woman in her late thirties, I am still needy, and I still love and desire sex. The problem is that my husband of more than twenty years has lost his lustful desires for me. I am getting more frustrated by the day. I masturbate daily, sometimes he watches, and once in a long while, he might even help. But masturbating isn’t the same as having a man’s cock, having a man crave my body, want my body, want his cock sucked, and enjoying using me and my female body.

That morning I looked at him and asked if he minded if I masturbated, and if he wanted to watch or help. He didn’t. Instead, he just rolled out of bed and said: “Enjoy yourself babe, I know you always do.” What the fuck was wrong with him, doesn’t he know that I need his dick, that I want his dick, I love my husband and I know he loves me, but this is going too far. I am lucky to get laid once a month these days. I know I have to talk to him about how I feel and what I know I need. It is just a touchy subject, but we need to discuss it and figure out a satisfactory solution to this problem ... but how do I approach it, what will he think or say?

I watched him walk out the bedroom door and disappear into the kitchen to make morning coffee. I reached into my nightstand, took out old faithful and began to masturbate, and fantasize. My fantasies were just to have a man with a real cock, and feeling that real cock enter my pussy, sometimes there is two men, and they both want me. That is what I really want; I need to be wanted. I need a man to take me and use my cunt for what it was made for, I need a fucking cock in me. I finished myself off, had two orgasms then got up, I put on a skimpy little thong and nothing else and went out to the kitchen to have coffee with my husband.

At least he seemed to enjoy seeing me half naked; he had never stopped enjoying the sight of my rather large boobs. He smiled at me as I sat on the love seat with him, he poured my coffee and we sat and enjoyed the morning coffee. Today was Tuesday, the day I would go out and have coffee and lunch with two of my long-time lady friends. They were close to me, and we talked about many things that were personal with each other, and today I was going to talk about my needs, and perhaps they could share their feelings about the subject with me, maybe even suggest something that could spice up my sex life without cheating on my man. I never wanted to cheat on him, and I don’t think he has or ever would cheat on me either.

I finished my morning coffee with Mark, my husband, did my few errands around the house and then went into my bedroom and finished dressing for the day. I chose a tight pair of blue jeans, a black bra and a button up black blouse. Mark left for work before nine o’clock, so I finished the things that I needed to do, thought more about the sexual issues I was experiencing when I realized that if I had the opportunity with the right man, I just might be able to cheat on my husband. But I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted to do, there had to be a better way to solve the problem but why couldn’t or wouldn’t he look at me and want me the way he used to. We had such a good sex life, sex with Mark was awesome, he was good, and I thought I was good too.

It was eleven-thirty when I left to meet my friends for lunch. We were all close to the same age, all married for similar lengths of time, and were all open to each other, and as far as I knew, we didn’t keep secrets from each other, so I knew I could be open and honest with my friends. I was going to find out if they were having or had issues like mine and if not, perhaps they could suggest things that would help my situation.

Rhonda was a good-looking woman, about five foot six inches tall, long brunette hair, nice body with good sized boobs, and she wasn’t afraid to let the public know how nice they were. She liked to allow her cleavage to be very visible, but then again, so did I. Barbara was also a good-looking woman, about the same height as Rhonda, but her boobs were just a little smaller, but nice to look at, and she also liked to wear clothes that showed a good amount of cleavage. As far as I knew, both had always been faithful to their husbands, and were good wives and mothers.

I had met their husbands, but it was the wives and I that would meet regularly, whereas the men were all in different occupations and although they knew each other, there wasn’t the closeness in their relationships that us women had.

We had been meeting every Tuesday for a few years, we were open with each other, so if one of them had ever committed adultery or done anything else like that, I think I would know about it, I know they were open with me about the sexual relationships they had with other men before their marriages. These were my best friends, and now I had to get something off my chest, and I knew these were the gals I was going to trust with my secret needs and desires.

I pulled into our favorite coffee shop and after parking the car, I walked over to where my two friends were seated. They had chosen a table outside, it was a beautiful sunny day and I liked the idea of being outside, not just because of the weather, but because it was quite a bit more private, and I wouldn’t have to worry about other customers over hearing my secret sexual frustrations and needs.

I sat myself down and looked at my two friends, both dressed for the summer temperatures, Rhonda was wearing a sexy little tank top, and shorts while Barbara had chosen a very cute little summer dress, they both looked amazing.

As usual, it didn’t take too long for our conversation to turn sexual, we always found our way to that type of conversation. I looked at my two friends and began the conversation this way:

Rachel: “You know girls, I have been thinking a lot about my sexual situation lately, and it isn’t about my lack of love for my husband, but he just doesn’t seem to be as interested in sex as much as I am lately. I mean, I still want to be wanted, I want to feel needed and I want his fucking cock to want me, if you know what I mean.”

Rhonda: “You know Rachel, I have felt that way for quite some time know too, I like to feel needed and wanted too, but for the last few years it is just go to bed, spread my legs, get fucked, and go to sleep. There is no romance, no feeling of being what he desires or needs, just like I am convenient, so that is who he fucks. Like you, I want that excitement, and I don’t want to do it behind his back, I mean, like you, it’s not that I don’t still love him because I do, but there must be more.”