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Reflection

I'm 37 and married to a man who thinks sex is for making babies rather than for pleasure. OK, so maybe I was a fool to marry him but I was young and thought I could handle it - thought I could change him. But I couldn't.

The result? We have sex about once a month and even that seems to be a chore to him. And every time it's the same old thing. Two minutes playing with my tits, hand between my legs, give my pussy a quick rub and on he gets. I know exactly what rhythm to expect of him and just about how many strokes I'll get before he cums. What an amazing sex life!

My friends think I'm nuts, but even though Peter has never done a thing to try to satisfy me, I just can't bring myself to sleep with another man. I take my wedding vows very seriously and "forsaking all others" means exactly that, "for better or for worse".

To say that I get frustrated at times is an understatement. All I can say if thank God sex toys were invented because I'd probably be climbing the walls now if it hadn't been for my faithful vibrator and the love eggs I regularly use. But even they can't take the place of a real man - the feel of another's skin against mine, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips, the excitement as his cock penetrates me. But you know what it's like: any port in a storm and having a vibrator for company is better than growing into a frustrated old maid!

But last year I had an experience that has totally changed my sex life!

Peter had been asked to be a friend's best man at his wedding, which he obviously said yes to. We both bought new outfits for the day, Peter a dark blue suit and me... well, I pushed the boat out and bought a designer dress in a delicate chiffon fabric with matching jacket, shoes and handbag. As soon as I tried the dress on I knew I had to have it; it felt absolutely fantastic against my skin and gave me the kind of confidence boost I needed.

As I sat on the edge of the bed rolling on a stocking, careful not to catch the delicate fabric with a nail, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror opposite me. Were those really my legs? They were slim, tanned and appeared to go on forever. Pulling the fabric of my dress higher, I found myself enjoying looking at the curve of the thigh that was reflected in the mirror and before I could stop myself, I was imaging those legs belonged to another woman, a woman sitting on MY bed and looking drop-dead sexy!

I watched as my fingers moved across the soft flesh of her thigh, moving slowly up towards the crotch of her cream silk panties. One finger gently touched eased beneath the fabric and I watched as the woman in the mirror move her hips upwards and forwards, her red lips opening as she let out a long sigh. I revelled in the fact that I was pleasing her and pushed my finger further in, opening her crack and sliding it back and forth along her wet slit, stopping just below her tiny love button, teasing her until she was leaning back on the bed, pushing her cunt towards my finger, begging with her body for me to finger fuck her.

I looked at her face and knew that I had to oblige. How could I not? She was obviously gagging for the orgasm that I was in a position to give her.

I grabbed her panties and pulled at them, easing them down over her slender thighs until I could clearly see her pussy, freshly shaved and glistening with the juice of her aroused sex. Two fingers eased her lips apart before plunging inside her gaping cunt, my thumb working at her clit while I pushed my fingers against the spongy g-spot deep inside her, working her into a frenzy of passion.

"Cum for me, baby," I whispered, eagerly watching every her movement. She bucked and writhed before closing her eyes and crying out as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced shot through her, her body quivering in sheer ecstasy.

So there I was, still sitting on the edge of the bed, my panties round my knees and one stocking around my ankle. I had to re-apply my make-up but had discovered that my own fantasy could be used in ways I'd never before explored. And that, friends, was the start of a new chapter of my life!

Contributed by: Sadie 15/07/2006

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