A perfect life quickly turned from joy to frustration. I married my husband Joe at the age of twenty-three. It was a marriage any woman would have wanted. Joe had a successful job in the business field. He made a great deal of money, so the material things were abundant, and we got what we desired. We belonged to the country club, and I volunteered for all the right community causes, so we ran with an elite crowd.

Our life was one anyone would love. My friends were all jealous of how we were. We could do what we wanted; we traveled, were able to enjoy the latest fashions, our personal life was great, and our sex life was extraordinary. That was until about three years ago. That was when things really changed. We put on a good front of love and devotion while we were out in the community, but in real life, I was ignored, unappreciated, and given no respect for anything I did. I felt so alone and abandoned.

Joe started spending more and more time away from home, always telling me that work couldn't wait and that it was his obligation to do it all. I spent more and more nights at home alone, crying myself to sleep, and the only form of sexual satisfaction was either my fingers or my vibrator.

I'd never before thought about ever straying, but as my frustrations built, I did think about straying from my marriage. I was a 43-year-old woman who kept herself fit by staying active and maintaining a regular gym routine. I still had sexual desires, and I needed to address those desires. As I said, I had thoughts of straying, but when it came down to it, I never did. I took my marriage commitment seriously.

We received an invitation to the Johnsons' daughter's wedding. The Johnsons were a very influential family in our town. As a family, they were regarded in town because most of them were doctors, lawyers, and politicians.

It was going to be the most significant event in our town this year. So when the invitation arrived, I immediately started looking for a dress for the occasion and booked a room at the hotel where the event was, so we could enjoy the night without worrying about driving home. Besides, I thought it might be a good way to light a little spark in our relationship as well.

As the wedding approached, I was excited. I found what I thought would be the perfect dress for me. It was a royal blue strapless gown with a slit that opened up, exposing my right leg. My legs always got compliments. The gown hung on my body, and the strapless design allowed me to show off a lot of cleavage,  so I was excited and felt sexy in the dress. As I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself in the dress, I thought it should get some movement in Joe's cock.

It was a week before the wedding, and Joe came home from work and told me he would have to go out of town again and miss the wedding. I was devastated and once again felt neglected. I spent that night locked in my bedroom, crying my eyes out. My depression kept me down for about three days before I asked Joe if he would let the Johnsons know he wasn't going to be attending, since we had already responded. He told me he would call them tomorrow. I informed him not to cancel for me. I still planned to attend. He looked a little shocked and tried to talk me out of going since I would be alone at the wedding. I told him I didn't care; I committed to it, and I was going to keep my commitment. He was a little reluctant, but agreed to make sure they knew I was still going.

Joe left on his trip, and I had to admit I didn't care. I was at the point where I didn't care if he came back or not. I knew I was a bad person thinking that, but I had had enough and didn't care anymore.

Joe left on the Wednesday before the wedding. I checked into the hotel on Thursday so I could spend some time in the city. I spent Thursday night and Friday enjoying many of the city's activities. Saturday was the day of the wedding, and I spent it getting my hair done, getting a manicure and pedicure, and having my make-up done by a professional.

I returned to my room and got dressed. Before heading down to the reception, I stood in front of the mirror. I stood there longer than I should have because I saw something I usually don't see in myself. I looked hot. I know that sounds conceited, but I looked and felt sexy, and I liked feeling that way since it had been such a long time since I had. Then reality set in as I thought I looked and felt this good for no one. It wasn't like I'd have a man to get excited over my looks.

I got myself together and headed down to the reception. I found my assigned table and congratulated the bride and groom, as well as their families. As I left the reception line, I walked over to the bar to get myself a drink before heading to my table. It was then that I realized I was wrong, in my room, thinking there would be no man to enjoy my looks this evening. I was wrong because there seemed to be many men. I could feel their leers as I walked from the bar to the table. I have to confess, it made me feel good that someone was appreciating me.

I made my way to table ten, and I was pretty pleased to see the Murphys were also sitting at my table. The Murphys are a fun couple who live in our neighborhood and with whom we have socialized many times. We always have a great time with them.

As I approached the table, I saw Ed Murphy and Joanne standing up top to greet me. Ed's eyes widened as I watched his eyes scan up and down my body. We hugged as he said hello. Joanne and I hugged as well and whispered in my ear. "You look amazing, you have everyone drooling over you."

I took my seat at the table, and Joanne asked me if I remembered her son, Eddie. I hadn't seen Eddie since his senior year in high school. Going away to college did him well; he left as a boy and came back a good-looking man. We all had a good time at dinner, laughing and having fun together. As I said, the Murphys were always a fun time, and I could see that their son Eddie was just as charming.

As dinner ended and the typical wedding festivities came to a close, the band kept the music flowing. I sat at the table sucking down my rum and cokes as all the couples hit the dance floor. I was then taken by surprise when the band played Joan Jett's "I Love Rock'n Roll." Eddie turned to me and asked me to dance with him. I always loved to dance, so I quickly accepted Eddie's offer.

We hit the dance floor for that song and remained out there for four more songs. I was having a fun time with my young unexpected date. Then a slow song came on. We both stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to do. I smiled at Eddie, thanked him for the dances, and tried to go back to the table. That is when Eddie took my hand and asked me, "Why does it have to end?" He told me he'd love to continue if I would.

I graciously accepted his offer, thinking there was no harm in it. I felt my body shiver as Eddie took me in his arms to dance. We spent most of the night enjoying each other's company, dancing the night away. I had to admit I was having a great time.

A number of us made our way to the hotel bar after the reception. The Murphys invited me to join them with their son, Eddie. I didn't want the night to end, so I accepted. We had a great deal of fun at the bar until last call, and the Murphys retired to their room. Eddie sat with me as I finished my last drink.

As I stood up to go back to my room, I stumbled a little. I wasn't sure if the alcohol was taking effect or if I caught a heel. When I stumbled, I fell into Eddie's arms. Looking up into his eyes, I felt my body tingle. I was stunned for a few seconds before I pulled away and thanked him for his help.

Eddie told me he would escort me up to my room. I assured him I was fine, but his response was, "What kind of man would enjoy an amazing evening with such a beautiful woman and not make sure she made it to her room?"

His response made me flutter. I thought to myself, here is a nineteen-year-old who has more romance than many men my age. I took Eddie's arm as he walked me to my room. As we walked to the room, I apologized to Eddie that he had to spend the night babysitting and caring for an old lady.

Eddie chuckled and responded, "Apologize, hell, if my friends heard about this, they would think I'm a god."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Eddie went on to tell me how he and all his friends always thought I was the hottest woman in the neighborhood. I stopped and looked at Eddie, partly because I was shocked, but another part of me was turned on by the thought of all these young men having such thoughts about me.

"I'm sorry I said that, Mrs. C. I shouldn't have said that."

I assured him that it was okay that he said that. I asked him if he had the same thoughts about me. He looked embarrassed as he told me he shouldn't say anymore. At this point, we reached my room. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, "Please, Eddie, please tell me."

"It's not a conversation to have in the hallway, Mrs. C."

I didn't say a word, I just turned and unlocked my door. "Come in, Eddie, come in and tell me all, please. I do want to hear about it." I took hold of his hand and walked him into the room.

Looking uneasy and embarrassed, Eddie went on to tell me how he would think about me sexually. He told me about one of the BBQs his parents had, and I wore a yellow bikini. He told me how he thought about sneaking off with me to his room and we would… "Well, you know."

I moved closer to Eddie. In a soft, sensual voice, I said, "No, Eddie, I don't know. Tell me everything. Tell me about your fantasy."

My night was a roller coaster of emotions, and it was then that I decided I needed more. I liked the thought of others thinking of me in such a sexual way. It made me feel appreciated to be thought of as a sexual being. Something that had not been in my life for a while.

Eddie went on to tell me of his fantasy of that day. He told me in detail what he thought of while he was jerking off. When he finished explaining his fantasy, he apologized. I moved closer to him, telling him there was no need to apologize and assuring him that these thoughts were natural.

It was at that second that I realized that I wanted to fuck this young man. My hands reached up behind his neck as I continued to move closer. I asked, "Eddie, would you want that fantasy to come true?"

I then leaned in and kissed him. Our kiss became hard and passionate as our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths. As Eddie's arms tightened around me, holding me tight, I could feel his cock growing harder as we kissed.

Breaking our kiss, I stepped back and unzipped my dress. Eddie stood there watching me in silence. Once I unzipped my dress, it fell off me and dropped onto the floor. Not wearing panties or a bra, I stood before Eddie in just my heels.

I moved over to Eddie as I started to undo his belt and pants. Looking deep into his eyes, I whispered, "Is this how you thought it would go, Eddie?"

He stuttered as he asked me, "What about Mr. C? What if he found out?"

I went on to tell him that Mr. C. hadn't made me happy for quite some time, and that I needed to be satisfied. "I need a man to please me, and that man can be you tonight, Eddie. Are you that man tonight? Do you want to make your fantasies come true?"

Eddie didn't respond verbally; he just nodded. I pushed his pants down over his hips as his pants and boxers fell to the floor. I was pretty pleased to see a larger-than-average cock and one that is quite thick as well. Looking deep into his eyes, I smiled as I slowly fell to my knees in front of him. My tongue slowly licked from his balls to his tip. My tongue then circled his tip. I looked deeply into his eyes as I wrapped my lips around his cock and took him into my mouth. I let out a sigh as I remembered just how much I loved to suck cock.

With my mouth sliding up and down his cock faster as my head bobbed up and down, Eddie moaned louder, telling me how good that felt. His moans grew louder, and his breathing grew heavier. I knew he was getting ready to cum. I tightened my lips around his cock as I felt his body tense. He moaned out that he was going to cum. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and then felt streams of cum filling my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as he filled my mouth with his cum. I continued to suck his cock until the last droplets of cum oozed out of him and into my mouth.

As his dick went limp in my mouth, I dropped his cock from my mouth, smiled up at him, and asked him if that was better than his fantasy. He wasn't ready to give up at this point. Eddie pulled me off my knees and guided me onto the bed. He hovered over me, taking my left nipple into his mouth as he sucked on it and cupping my right tit as he caressed and massaged it. My moans filled the room as Eddie's mouth and hand felt amazing on my tits.

Eddie's hand continued to massage my left tit as his mouth moved down my body, kissing his way lower. He settled his body between my legs, taking his two fingers and spreading my pussy open, then leaning in and slowly licking up my slit until he reached my clit and licked that.

Eddie's tongue flicked over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. As he sucked on it, he slipped two fingers into my pussy, working them in and out of me. My hips pushed up into Eddie as I wanted more of his mouth and fingers in me. I remember thinking how proficient Eddie was in working a woman's pussy. He must have been very popular with the co-eds back at school.

My hips pushed harder up into Eddie as I begged for more. His fingers rubbing behind my hood, hitting that magical G-spot, and his tongue alternating from my clit to working into me, proved to be too much for me as my body started to tense and then convulse as I began to ride my orgasm. I exploded, and Eddie licked and sucked me through it. I felt so happy. God, it felt so good to have someone else touch me and bring me to an orgasm.

As my orgasm subsided, Eddie moved up on top of me. He leaned down, kissing me. His cum-coated tongue was in my mouth, and I tasted myself on his tongue. I always did enjoy tasting myself on my lover. As Eddie pressed his weight on me, I could feel his hardened cock pressing against my wet pussy.

Eddie whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, but he didn't have any condoms. I smiled at him as I whispered back, "It's okay, baby, it's all safe, I want you to fuck me. I want that young cock pounding deep in me before you fill me with your hot cream."

I saw the gleam in Eddie's eyes as a smile grew on his face. He reached down between us and took hold of his cock and guided it to my wet and ready pussy. Feeling the tip of his cock resting against my opening, I tightened my arms around Eddie's neck as I whispered to him, "Yes, oh fuck yes, push it in baby, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep."

Eddie pushed hard and deep. My pussy opened as I let out a loud gasp. Eddie's cock went deeper into me as I closed my eyes. As my pussy engulfed Eddie's cock, I clamped my pussy lips around him.

I wrapped my legs around Eddie's hips as I whispered in his ear, telling him how good his cock felt in me and how much I wanted him. The more I told him how good it felt and how I wanted him, the harder he pounded deep into me. We fucked like wild animals; neither of us could get enough of the other. It brought us both to the threshold of yet another orgasm. I felt Eddie ram hard and deep into me. He stayed deep and ground his cock even deeper in me. I felt his cock swell and throb in me as he let out a scream. His cock throbbed as he sent jet after jet of his hot cum deep into my pussy. Feeling his cock explode deep in me drove me over the edge as my body spasmed, and I exploded on Eddie's cock.

We both rode each other's orgasm, holding each other tight. Eddie pumped his last droplets of his cum in me and rolled off me on the bed. I lay next to him with my head on his shoulder as we both tried to regain our composure. We both fell asleep in each other's arms, me with a massive smile on my face.

A few hours went by, and I was awakened by Eddie moving. It took me a few minutes to remember the events of the previous night, but when I did, it brought a smile to my face. I whispered to Eddie, "You okay?"

Eddie told me he didn't want to wake me, but he had better make his way back to his room before the others woke up. I wasn't ready for it to end just yet. Grinning at him, I whispered, "Good idea, but don't you think we could have a little more time?" As I said that, I reached under the sheets and caressed his cock.

I continued to stroke his cock and felt it as it started to respond. I pulled the covers off him and moved down to his crotch. I took his cock into my mouth and used my tongue and mouth to arouse his cock. I could still taste my pussy on his cock, which made me moan as I sucked him more. It didn't take long before that cock was hard once again. One of the benefits of having a young lover.

I moved up and straddled Eddie's hips. I grabbed hold of his cock as I guided it into my pussy as I lowered down on top of him. Feeling his cock open me up and sliding deeper, I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan. I wanted his cock so bad. I didn't waste any time. I bounced up and down on it faster and harder, feeling it as deeply as I could. My tits were bouncing as I fucked him so hard. His hands reached up, cupping them. My hands were on his chest as I steadied myself, as I fucked him faster. I didn't want it to end. I loved having someone who wanted to answer my sexual needs.

But it all had to end. I felt that boiling feeling deep inside me. I pressed hard onto Eddie's cock and pushed even harder to feel him deeper. My pussy tightened around his cock as I exploded in yet another orgasm. As my pussy tightened around Eddie, it drove him over the edge, as I felt his cock throb deep in me, filling me again with his seed.

Once we regained ourselves, Eddie got dressed. I walked him to the door. He kissed me and told me how amazing the night was. I agreed with him, but told him no one could ever know about it. He nodded his head, acknowledging that. I emphasized, "I mean, no one, Eddie." We both knew the problems it would cause if anyone found out, and both agreed to keep it to ourselves.

I crawled back into bed and slept a few more hours. I woke up and relived the night before. I was so happy and felt so good, but I knew it couldn't happen again. I knew it had to be a one-time thing because the consequences would be too significant to continue.

I returned home and found myself back in my depressing life. Joe returned from his trip, and besides asking me how the wedding was, we didn't speak; hell, he didn't even acknowledge me. I found the only thing that kept me upbeat was the memories of being with Eddie. Every time I thought about our time together, my hand immediately found its way between my legs.

It was Wednesday morning, three days after the wedding, about 11:00 AM. My doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I wondered who wanted to sell me something now. I opened the door and was shocked to see Eddie standing there. I felt my face flush and my body tingle. After a few seconds of quiet, which seemed like an hour, I found the words to mumble out, "Oh, hi Eddie, what's up?"

Eddie asked if we could talk. I invited him in, and we walked into the kitchen. I offered him a cup of coffee or something else. He told me a coffee would be great. I poured a cup and gave it to him as we both sat at the kitchen island with our coffees. I looked at him with a soft smile and asked, "What's up?"

Eddie reached over and placed his hand on top of mine, and went on to tell me that he couldn't stop thinking about the other night. It was the best night of his life, and he didn't want us to stop seeing each other. I opened my mouth to tell him why that would be a bad idea. He cut me off and said we could be very discreet, and no one would know about us. He pointed out how we had a connection, and after a night of pure lust like that, we couldn't just shut it off; our passion could only grow.

I knew he was right. Hell, my body started tingling as soon as I saw Eddie. I stood up, moved closer to Eddie, placed my hands on his face, and kissed him. A hot, passionate kiss, my pent-up sexual energy was boiling, and I did want him. I wanted him badly, but didn't want to admit it.

Eddie responded to my kiss with as much passion as I had. His hand was caressing up and down my body as we kissed. The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. I started undoing Eddie's pants, and he stood up as I pushed them down. His cock popped out, and I took it in my hands, stroking it slowly.

Our passion built to a point where Eddie turned me around and bent me over the island. He hiked my short skirt up and pushed my panties down. Then, he guided his cock to my wet cunt. Feeling his tip against my damp opening, I let out a loud sigh. "Oh god, yes, Eddie, yes, fuck me. Give me that magnificent cock, hard and deep."

Eddie fucked me hard and drove his cock in and out hard and deep until he exploded in me, filling me with his young cum. We spent the day together fucking and sucking the day away. That day, I changed from a depressed married woman to a happy, well-fulfilled slut, and I have never been so glad of that change.

Eddie and I both knew we were good together and continued to enjoy each other in so many ways and places. Since I have been seeing Eddie, many people I know have commented on how my mood has changed, how much happier I appear to be.

One of the best things that happened to me was that Joe went on that trip and left me alone to go to that wedding. Eddie was sent to me to save my sanity and make me happy. I have embraced that gift as much as I can.