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My spouse and I have been married for 20 years.  Sex, for him, consists of zero foreplay...  He's on, he's in, he's off, he's asleep.  The only orgasms I ever had were the ones I gave myself after he'd fallen asleep.  So, when we stopped having sex altogether, I wasn't at all upset.  In fact, it ended years of frustration.  I started not to care about my looks anymore.  I gained weight and let myself go.  Then, one day I looked at myself in the mirror and hardly recognized the woman I'd become.  It had been years since I'd had sex, except for a few cyber fantasies.  I put myself on a diet and exercise program, started paying attention to my looks again, and I decided to look for a lover.  

I met him online.  We chatted for a few months, and then started talking on the phone.  We'd have hot phone sex, but we both were craving more.  So we decided to meet.  We thought we'd just have coffee, but the chemistry was instantaneous.  Before long, I found myself rubbing my foot on his crotch under the table.  We decided to go someplace private.  We were barely out the door of the coffee house before he had me pressed up against the wall, kissing me passionately.  It had been years since I'd been kissed like that.  I could feel his erection grinding against me, and I could feel myself growing warm and wet.  We ended up at a lovely little hotel.  We had hours and hours of the most incredible sex of my entire life.  He did things to me I will never, ever forget.  

He started at my toes and slowly explored literally every inch of my body.  Even as I write this I can close my eyes and still feel his tongue expertly manipulating my clit, fluttering and licking and caressing.  I came and came until I thought I might actually pass out.  He played with me for hours that way, until I was begging him to fuck me.  And when he finally did, I was sobbing and moaning in ecstacy.  He had perfect control.  He go almost to the edge of bliss, and then he'd pull out and kiss and caress me until he was in control again.  He took me in every way imaginable, and we used every piece of furniture in the suite.  And when he finally did let his pleasure explode inside me, he made the most incredibly erotic sounds I have ever heard.  He stayed inside me afterward, holding me close.  I could feel him throbbing in little aftershocks as I'd squeeze against him.  Unforgettable.  I am still married.  My children need me, and they need their father.  But the passions this man reawakened in me have not gone away.  In a very real sense, he brought me back to life.  I don't intend to die again.