I'm a Woman Who Loves It

Look, I'd like to say it was my husband's fault – but that's simply bullshit. There's no blame here. I have to question the use of "blame" anyway, since I'm the one who thought about it, who fantasized about it, who initiated it and who went through with it. And I'm also the one who plans to continue doing it.

Well, that's what I'm here to tell you. In my case, "it" is sex. Sex with men. Many men. Sex with an occasional woman or two. Sex with strangers. Sex in the morning, the afternoon and at night. Sex in dark corners and under bright lights. Sex on film. Sex in public. Sex any time I get the urge, in any place where I get the urge.

Got your attention? Thought so.

There's lots written (mostly porn, of course) about "nymphomaniac women." But it seems to me that that's a lot of crap. It's a misogynistic, derogatory way to deal with women who like sex as much as men do. Our culture still has unspoken and undistinguished moral judgements about women who are aggressive about sex. Nymphomania seems to conjure up images of out of control, insatiable women who have something wrong with them because they aren't like the nice girls guys want to marry. I'm not some out of control slut controlled solely by my hormones and my pussy. I am a very lusty woman who enjoys sex, who is open about it and has preferences. Call me a "nympho" and I'll throw you out of bed and out of my door.

Got it?

First off, I grew up in a household where nudity was common. My folks walked around naked. My sisters, brothers and I did as well. That was simply the way it was in our house (and we knew it was different elsewhere, of course.). Once we each turned eighteen, however, our version of "the talk" included how Mom and Dad were swingers, members of a large community in our home town. It was kind of a shock, at eighteen, to learn that not only did my parents have a lot of sex in their life, but they had it with other people. And some of those other people were the parents of friends. People we related to as family! One result of that conversation was that all of us got a happy, healthy start to our sex lives with people we knew. All that meant was that sex was open, visible and normal. We learned the rules about it as well – how it wasn't a common way of living and we had to be careful about who and how we talked about it.

And yes, it also meant that as we each hit the "age of consent" we became sex partners with our older brothers and sisters. And their friends. And. Sometimes, their parents! Nothing creepy or forced – just a physical expression of love. It made for some awkward moments as we grew up – like the time my older brother's girl friend came by unannounced with her parents, or our favorite rite of passage – greeting the Jehovah's Witnesses who came to proselytize during group sex. In the nude.

When I look back, Mom and Dad really did manage to keep the sex-with-other-people part of their relationship closed and private with each of us until then. We've all compared notes since the last of us turned eighteen, and while we could all admit that we knew something was going on, finding out had been mind-blowing for us all!

Given that I had been masturbating for at least a year, the revelation and subsequent "opening of the flood gates" was like stepping into heaven! I was taught how to suck cock by a number of Mom's friends – seems they had competitions, so they were all interested in expanding the field. Their husbands were obviously willing practice "dummies." I learned about eating pussy from those same women; the men made sure I knew about fucking, anal, dp's and more. The summer between high school and college was an amazing time, let me tell you.

I calmed down a bit at college – first off, I was at an all girls school, and among strangers. The open atmosphere at home was a contrast to suddenly being surrounded by people whose preferences were unknown. I eventually hit it off with one of my three roommates, and we became lovers. She seemed amazed at what and how I loved loving her. I was actually thrilled to keep surprising her with new ways to provide pleasure. Eventually, the four of us were lovers. There was enough sex that I didn't really miss cock – dildos and vibrators don't fall asleep or go flaccid, after all. Besides, Mom and Dad made sure that when I was coming home for holidays there was always a party of "friends." The first time one of my roommates came home with me it was insane! I loved it, my brothers and sisters loved it, and eventually their girlfriends and boyfriends learned to love it or their relationships ended. My sisters in law and brothers in law are all part of our circle of love.

All good things come to an end, they say. Dad had a heart attack while I was a junior, and Mom was consumed with caring for him. Sex wasn't anything she had time for – but that community of swingers were still her friends, and they kept her spirits up as Dad's health declined. While some think that sex and love are separate – the community at home had them fused together. Their love for Dad and Mom helped her get through his death, although it was barely three months later that she died.

After that, I wasn't ever "in the mood." I woke up to being on my own, and it scared me a bit. So I put my efforts into school work, and rarely had time for sex with the girls or anyone else. I managed to graduate cum laude. My brothers and sisters were there for that, and we had a warm, loving time while they were there. But soon enough, I really was on my own, tackling a job in a different city. Sex took a back seat to career – although now that I was on my own, in my own place, I managed to buy a Sybian second-hand for those (now) rare moments when I thought about sex.

It had been about six months of that when I met Tommy. He was a regular client of my boss, and we began to talk and then flirt on his visits. He eventually asked me out and was a perfect gentleman, but when he kissed me good night on our first date I felt something stir that I hadn't realized I was missing. My libido suddenly woke up!

He really was a gentleman and didn't do more than kiss me on that first date – but boy, did he KISS me! As I walked into my apartment afterwards, my pussy was suddenly soaked with moisture. That night I spent two hours on my Sybian!

The next time he came into the office, we went out to lunch together. It was a sunny day and we walked to an outdoor café a block away. As we sat there in the sun, I locked eyes with him, then slowly and deliberately unbuttoned two buttons of my shirt. Leaning forward, I knew my boobs were very visible to him.

"Tommy, your kiss awoke a sleeping dragon the other night. I want you to know that I've been neglecting my sex life for more than a year. If you want it, you are about to become the recipient of a very horny woman's attention. Of course, you can decline..." As I finished, I took a breadstick from the table and put it to my lips and pretended it was a cock. His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he watched me devour it!

"I don't know" he said. "I'm not really that kind of guy. I don't usually put out until the third date." He said with a disarming smile that had us both burst out laughing.

"Let's see. We already kissed once. This counts (in my book, anyway) as a second date. That means the next time we go out I get to have my way with you!" I replied, arching my back and drawing attention to my chest. He wasn't the only one looking (guys are always looking, after all) but he got the best view. Then buttoning up, I excused myself to the ladies room. When I returned, I took his hand and left him with my rather damp thong. You should have seen the look on his face! I wish I had recorded it! First puzzled by the unexpected, then attempting to figure out what it was, and then when he realized, it was as if a light went on inside him. His eyes dropped to my lap, then my tits, then my face.

"What time should I meet you for dinner?" He asked, grinning and leering at the same time. (Gleering?)

He picked me up at my office. We went to the parking structure to get in his car – and we started there. I found out how much he loves tits and nipples – I came just from his mouth and tongue on them. My bra was now undone and I didn't care. Then I returned the favor by exposing his eight inch, cut cock and then swallowing it all until he came down my throat. And I came when he did. I guess that's what they mean when they say "hotter than a firecracker."

We managed to get back to my place without getting arrested. Giving head when the guy is driving and not causing an accident is a real art – and I am a real artist. Once he parked, however, he gave it up again and I enjoyed more hot, gooey protein. As we got to my door I looked down and his cock was hanging out of his pants. I hoped my neighbors weren't paying attention!

Once inside the door it didn't take much to get us naked. He ripped open my blouse and I dropped my skirt – no panties, remember? - and my already undone bra came off as well. Naked – well, except for my thigh highs and shoes – I undressed him, taking my time since he had cum twice already. I discovered that he had a very well developed chest – his pecs were bigger than my little sister's tits – and his nipples were very sensitive! He really did have "washboard abs" and they got lots of oral attention. His cock was engorged but not yet hard again, but that wasn't a problem. We got his shoes off, then his trousers and jockeys.

I was on my knees at this point, his cock at eye level. I think he was expecting some more oral love – but I pulled a surprise.

"Turn around, Tommy. Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs."

He hesitated, but did as ordered. I put a hand on each of his muscular ass cheeks and spread them.

"Ever had a rim job?" I asked. "You don't have to answer either way – but you are in for a treat." At that point I stuck my face between his cheeks and used my tongue on that tiny little hole. At first he seemed startled – I felt him clench – and, expecting that, I began to kiss and lick around it."

"I didn't take a shower today..." He started to say.

"I don't care" I said, stopping the action for a moment. "Relax. I know this is your ass and what happens there. Notice that I don't care." And I went back to work with my mouth. At the same time, I moved one of my hands to his balls, having not paid them any attention to date.

I love the feel of a man's balls. That scrunchy flesh covering those moving eggs, I get amazed at how at times they hang low and swing, and at other times get pulled up tight. If I was going to go into medicine, I'd try to find a specialty that would let me play with balls all day long. But I digress.

As I massaged that hot sack of flesh, I could feel his cock beginning to stiffen again. The man had stamina! Either that, or I was irresistible. When I thought of it that way I giggled. With mouth mouth wedged between his muscular ass cheeks, the sound was very odd.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I wish you would stop interrupting me! I'm having more fun than I've had in months! I thought of something funny, that's all. If you ask me about it, now, though, I'm going to stop what I'm doing, kick you out and go ride my Sybian, understood?"

"Yes. I'll shut up and enjoy."

This time I laughed, then once again attacked his tiny hole with a vengeance. Soon I had my tongue inside him, and then I was tongue fucking his asshole as I stroked his now fully erect cock. I had him in my hands and loved it – until he stopped me.

"If I cum again, I will probably fall over in a deep sleep and leave you unfulfilled. I hate to say it, but stop what you are doing. Maybe we could get something to drink..."

Reluctantly, I stopped, and got to my feet. He turned around and I moved into his arms. It was a wondrous fit, even with the now erect hard bar of flesh jutting between us.

"I suppose this is where most women say something like I hope you don't think I'm that kind of girl – well, I want you to know that I'm not most women, and I AM that kind of girl. Unless you have some earth-shaking emergency, I want to spend the rest of tonight having wild, passionate sex with you. Maybe even more than you do!"

Tommy smiled down at me (and I felt something vibrating deep inside) and said "well, gee, ma'am, my parents told me that a man's job was to make a woman happy. So I guess we better get some nourishment – it's going to be a very long night!" His smile turned into a big grin. I kissed him deeply, grabbed his cock and tugged on it, then turned around about went into my kitchen. I opened the fridge, spread my legs and bent over at the waist.

"I hope I can find something you can eat..." I said with a giggle, and almost immediately I felt his lips and tongue work their way into my pussy. I moaned, then arched my back and let him go at it. The cold air from the refrigerator caused my nipples to shrink, tighten and harden. The heat from his tongue, in turn, set off an explosive orgasm within minutes!

The rest of that night is a blur, frankly. We did eventually order pizza. When it arrived I answered the door naked and invited the kid inside. I could see his dick getting hard – I was stark naked at that point, and knew that I had drops of cum all over me, and so I threw caution to the winds.

"Tommy, you pay him. I'm going to give him a tip" I said as I strutted over to him, dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. Both of them seemed stunned, but neither of them objected. I fished out a nice, uncut seven inch cock and began to suck on it. He lasted about a minute before his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and licked my lips. His eyes got a little glassy, but he managed to zip up and leave. I wondered if all my future pizza orders were going to expect a tip like that. And I decided that it wouldn't be a problem if they did.

Tommy proved to be one fuck of a lover that weekend (or should that be lover of a fuck?). My pleasure was as important to him as his to me. He licked and tongued every inch of my body without hesitation; his dick was well above average length and, more importantly was big and fat. It was wonderful in my cunt because it stretched me like no one else had. It was a little painful in my ass – but just initially. After I got over the discomfort, I started cumming as he butt-fucked me! I had dismissed that as a porn writer's invention – until it happened to me! So, all three holes were his and he used them well.

And he humored me as well – when he couldn't get it up I got to peg him (after eating his ass out again, of course). He took it well, and it managed to get him hard enough to return the favor almost immediately. When we weren't having sex, we opened our mouths and our minds and told each other all about our lives. I think that telling him about my family planted a deep desire in him, one that eventually came to fruition during a holiday break visit. But that's another story.

I learned that he'd been pretty much the high school and college stud-muffin. Not that I was surprised. But he did manage to surprise me when he revealed his history with men. He'd done it all! Part of it, he said, was because he had this weird personality trait – he didn't think it was fair to ask someone to do something he wouldn't do. So when one of his first girls friends refused to suck his cock (stupid fool!), he went out and sucked a cock so he could let her know it was no big deal. Same thing for anal. He had an asshole – if he could get fucked and live to tell the tale, there was no good reason for a lusty woman to refuse. He knew what it felt like and how to deal with it.

I don't know that I fell in love with him that weekend. But we both fell into deep lust with one another, and pretty soon we were inseparable. It only took a couple of months before we were living together, still lustful and adventurous. And our adventures went all over the place. We tried Viagra – not because he needed it, but because he wanted to see if it did anything for him. I can tell you it did wonders for me – he was hard for hours! The other thing that we did was talk. We talked dirty to one another and did some role playing. I found I really liked being submissive – at least once in a while. Being told what to do and how to do it and simply obeying was quite a turn on for me. Interestingly enough, he not only loved being in charge, he also enjoyed the submissive role.

He eventually staggered home late Sunday afternoon. The reason he gave was that he needed a change of clothes – and to get some extra sleep we'd skipped – so he could deal with a major client on Monday. After he left, there seemed to be a sudden vacuum in my life. It wasn't just the sex – I missed the human being who'd been with me. I cleaned (not only did I need fresh sheets but I had to turn the mattress over so I had a dry spot to sleep on), showered, got into bed (yes, I was naked), and found that I needed to talk to someone. I needed to air my feelings out to a woman who could let me know if I was in lust or – I could barely even think this – in love.

Neither of my two older sisters were available. I eventually got hold of one of my original roommates. Natalie and I were physically very different – if I haven't mentioned, I'm tall for a woman, well endowed (mandatory size reveal: 38D with 34" hips) and natural blonde hair that shows off my blue eyes. Nat, on the other hand, is a five-foot nothing, and a figure best described as boyish. Dark hair, brown eyes and a wicked sense of humor that goes along with her amazing tongue. We related to each other as sisters.

"Uh-oh," she said on the phone. "Did someone die? Are we entering the zombie apocalypse?"

"What's that mean, girl?" I asked.

"Well, it's been almost a year since I heard your voice – I figured there had to be some urgent reason you would be calling." She giggled. "Or at least, something important. Maybe a bit naughty?"

"Let me put it to you this way, Nat. I've just spent the past two days living the equivalent of Pornhub's greatest hits with a gorgeous hunk of man whose mind is as dirty as mine, and my sex life has gone from zero to sixty in one wonderful weekend. As if that wasn't enough, I can't believe how much I miss him and he's only gone back to his apartment for the night. I've had the thought that I'm falling in love with him and I need to hear your thoughts in the matter! Understand?"

There was silence on the line. Eventually she spoke up.

"Was there anything you wanted to do that he didn't?" She asked. I thought for a minute.

"Nope. And when I opened the door naked for the pizza guy and invited him in, he didn't bat an eye when I gave the kid a blowjob as a tip."

"Fuck! And you let him leave? My god, he sounds like an absolute keeper! Give me his number – if you can't hang on to him, I'll show him the real truth about sex." We both broke up laughing.

"Don't get your hopes up. As far as I can tell, he's as excited about us as I am. It's like we were both party to a nuclear explosion. Is it too soon to call it love?" I asked, barely able to get the words out.

"Oh, honey, no! Just hold off using the L word around him, but don't you DARE screw with this one. He really does sound perfect, and you sound like a nervous school girl."

"Yeah, I kind feel that way as well. It's like the feeling after hours of orgasm – like I'm floating out of my skin."

"Well, give me some details, already." Said Nat.

I proceeded to tell her all that had happened since my lunch with him. At some point I heard her moan deeply and then there was no hiding that she was cumming over the phone.

"Hey, if you wanted phone sex, I should charge you!"

"If you aren't hot and wet after all that, girl, then it really must be love" she replied. "It turned me on and made me wish to be a fly on that wall!" We giggled again. Eventually she filled me in on things in her life (and especially on the men) and we hung up. I hesitated, then went ahead and called Tommy.