by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: Hubby lost interest in her. What should she do? Note: Not many codes - don't want you to anticipate the ending.

I never expected my life to turn out like it has. How could I? When I was growing up sex was everywhere. Ads on TV, ads in the newspapers and magazines, on billboards and on the sides of buses. Scantily clad ladies and buff guys all over the place. Raunchy television shows and movies, magazines dedicated to the beautiful, sexy and famous people. Sex education in the classrooms and guys trying to get in your pants as soon as puberty hit. In my case it was even worse - my parents were swingers and even though they tried to hide it from me they were wasting their time. You can't hide anything from an inquisitive teenager.

I fought off boys from the time I turned twelve until the time I finally gave it up at eighteen and discovered that I liked it. Between the time I turned eighteen and the time I met my husband at twenty-two I'd had sexual relations with twenty-seven guys and I had loved every bit of it. In fact, I was in a torrid relationship with Chad when I met Stan. An introduction, a hello and a handshake and Chad was history.

Even though I fell head over heels in love with Stan and his finding his way between my legs was a sure thing I did make him work for it (I couldn't let the man I intended to marry think I was easy, could I?). It was three weeks and seven dates before he got his first hand job. It took him six weeks to get his first blow job and three months before I opened my legs for him.

Speaking from a purely clinical standpoint the physical aspect of sex with Stan wasn't any better than the sex I'd had with most of my other lovers and as a matter of fact three or four of them were much better in the sack than Stan. What made sex better with Stan than any other sex I'd ever had was the emotional component - the love! I adored the man. I would have crawled through broken glass to get to him. When he asked me to marry him I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I of course said yes and we set a date six months away and we moved into an apartment together.

The six months leading up to the wedding were orgasmic bliss. We had sex almost every day and that carried over into the honeymoon and after. Six months after the wedding I became pregnant with Marsha and Stan and I still made love three or four times a week right up to my eighth month. After Marsha was born and the doctor cleared me to have sex again Stan and I went right back to three, four and sometimes five times a week.

A year went by and then I was pregnant again with Alan. Again it was three or four times a week right up to the eighth month. Stan and I had decided that two kids were all we were going to have and so when Alan was born I had my tubes tied. The seven weeks between Alan's birth and the doctor telling me I could have a sex life again were pure agony.

The day I was cleared I hurried home, took a shower, did my hair and got my make up just right and got ready to greet my hubby when he got home from work. I got my mother to watch the kids for several hours and when Stan came through the front door he found me waiting in a lacy see thru teddy and a pair of high heels.

"Dinner may be a little later tonight Tiger, I thought we would go right to desert."

Stan looked at me like I was from Mars and then said, "Don't be silly Jessica, your tubes are tied."

"What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"It means you can't have babies anymore."

"Again, what does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that we don't have any reason anymore to engage in sex."

"You're joking right?"

"Why would I joke about that? Now would you please get out of that getup and start dinner? I'll play with the babies until dinner is ready."

"Then you will have to go over to my mother's to get them."

"Why are they over there?"

"Because I mistakenly assumed that on the day the doctor cleared me to have a sex life again you would like to have two or three uninterrupted hours with me. And when you do get back from my mother's you can fix your own damned dinner" and I stormed up to the bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

Was I mad? No! I was fucking furious! The only reason for sex was to have babies? God damn him! I heard him leave to go get the kids and I sat there on the bed and fumed and the longer I sat the more pissed I got. Finally I screamed out, "Fuck this shit" and took the teddy off, put on a skirt and sweater, grabbed my purse and keys and left the house.

I drove around for a while and ended up at Tony's, an off campus bar I used to frequent when I was young and carefree. I sat down at the bar and ordered a margarita. As I sat there and sipped it I looked around the bar and saw a good half dozen hunky college boys casting sidelong glances at me and wondering what their chances were. What they didn't know was their chances would have been pretty damned good and if one of them had gotten up the nerve to try it was a damned good bet that he would have scored.

I wondered if any of them could tell I had no bra or panties on. I sat there in just skirt, sweater and high heels and felt like THE SLUT personified. I remembered the last time I had been in there. It had been the week before I'd met Chad and I'd had three really cute guys trying to hustle me. After two hours of playing the game with them I made my choice - all three!

I got up from my seat and went over to their table. Looking down on the three of them I said:

"Is one of you going to make a move anytime soon?"

"Actually" one of the guys said, "We have been sitting here arguing over who gets to be the guy to try. We all want to be the one."

"Let me help you out then. I choose you" and I pointed at the one sitting closest to me and when he smiled I said, "And you and you" as I pointed at the other two. They all smiled and started to get up.

"Whoa up there guys. I'm a slut and I can be pretty easy sometimes, but we have some drinking, dancing and pool playing to do before we get to the main event. And one other thing we need to get out of the way. I don't do gangbangs on car back seats and we can't go to my room at the sorority house so where are we going to play?"

"My apartment is two blocks away," said one of the guys.

"Outstanding. I drink margaritas so order me up a couple while I'm dancing. Who gets to dance with me first?"

It was my first foursome. I had done a threesome a time or three, but had never done four. We had gone to Wayne's apartment and I had sucked each of the guys hard and then I had taken them on one at a time. Half way through the third one (Tom) Mike had moved up to me so he could push his cock at my mouth and I opened up and swallowed him. While I was sucking him to get him up again Tom blew his load in my pussy and Wayne moved up to take his place and he asked me if I did anal.

"If you have lots of lube and go real slow I will."

He left and came back a minute later with a tube of KY Jelly, greased up his fingers and went to work on my butt. He spent several minutes on it and by then I had Mike hard again. I crawled up and settled down on his hard on and Wayne moved up behind me and began slowly working his cock into my butt hole. I was almost lying on Mike's chest and holding myself still as Wayne worked himself into me until he had all of his cock in me. He slowly started fucking me until he felt me start to push my ass back at him and then he and Mike went to work trying to establish a rhythm. It wasn't easy and we never did get to where I was happy with it. While I was being pushed and prodded between Mike and Wayne Tom presented his cock to my mouth and I took it in. The whole experience was not all that bad, but I didn't like it enough to ever try it again.

After we got the 'airtight' thing out of the way we settled in for a night of steady fucking and for two hours I had a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth. I was one very satisfied lady when I left Wayne's apartment.

"Another one?" the bartender said, pulling me out of my reverie.


He pointed at my empty glass and said, "Another one?"

I was tempted. A fresh drink and the way I felt I would probably leave the bar stool and go after one of the guys looking at me. I wanted to, but I beat down the thought and got up to go home to my babies.

When I got home Stan wanted to know where I'd been.


"Out where?"

"None of your fucking business."

"What? What did you just say to me?"


"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You are what is wrong with me Stan. You know how much I love sex and how much I've waited for today and you all of a sudden unilaterally decide that my sex life is over? Well fuck you! If you can make important decisions like that without consulting me I can make unimportant decisions - like going out - without saying a god damned thing to you.

"Right now I'm too goddamned hot to sit down and discuss it with you, but since you have decided to make a major change I'm going to make a few. I'm going to wait a few days and allow myself to cool off before I hit you with them, but I can tell you right now that you are not going to like them any more than I'm liking your 'no sex' dictum. I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom. Good night."

I went into the spare bedroom and slammed the door. Not a good move it turns out. It woke up both babies and it took me an hour to get them back to sleep.

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Heterosexual / Slow /