I woke up this morning after a really good sleep. I rolled over in bed and stared at the back side of my wife. She is a thirty seven year old vixen. She keeps herself in shape and has an hour glass shape body with melon size boobs. The blanket on top of her was down around her waist. Her well defined shoulder exposed to me because of the blue tank top she was wearing. My cock started to swell as I moved my body next to her in the spoon position. I moved my hand down her shoulder and hugged her around her waist, pulling her tight to my body. By doing this, allowed me to bury my face into her long curly red hair. I breathed in her aroma, then moved my head to her shoulder and started kissing it.

“What!!! What’s the matter?”, she demanded as she awoke from my touch.

I kissed her on the shoulder, “Just saying good morning.” And I preceded to kiss down her spine and working towards her ass.

“Please stop. I am trying to sleep. We had sex last night. That wasn’t enough for you? Besides, the kids will be up soon.”, she barked at me.

Kill joy. I was upset, but not surprised. As much as I love my wife, I am lucky now if she wants sex at least once during the week. Heaven forbid having some sex in the morning. I got up out of bed and got ready for work. We have a great marriage, with the exception of our sex life. I like having sex, and my wife really doesn’t. She says she just has no sex drive and just does it once in a while so I can have it. I have so much sexual tension built up in me, I could explode.

The day went by as normal. I went to work, kids went to school, my wife most likely went to the gym then did what ever she does during the day. Then after work I go to the gym and return home for supper. At the beginning of the week I train at night with martial arts.

I have always enjoyed physical activities. I guess that is why I ended up training in the martial arts. I enjoy fighting and there I can do it without getting into trouble. I have been training for many years and have worked my way up to able to instruct as well as train. Plus through the years, the studio I go to has seen different waves of people go through. Usually there is a huge group of young kids that always stay, but the adults fluctuate. Lately there has been a larger number of women training right now then men. Probably has to do with my instructors workout classes are all women which some filter into the martial arts classes.

I try to train with just the men in the studio, but a lot of the time, the guys do not always get to the classes so I am stuck training with some of the ladies. I usually just talk with them in class and thats it. My wife does not seem to be too concerned as most of them are married as well. The last number of months I have been training with one lady, Emma, in particular. My instructor has us paired together because she is a few belts lower then me and by her training with me has helped her in getting higher ranks. When we do partner drills, we have started to talk to each other which has in turn turned into flirting. We joke back and forth as we are training, which I have found that it makes the training a little more fun. Plus she is real easy on the eyes. She is a little more slender than my wife, and her boobs are a size smaller, but she has incredible dark eyes. She has long straight dark brown hair which she had blonde highlights in. She has a tiny ass, but it has a nice round shape. She has three kids and you would never know it by looking at her. On a selfish note, I always enjoy the end of class, watching her take her Gi top off and seeing her in the tight white tank top she always wears underneath. With out staring too obviously, I always try to see if her nipples are sticking out.

We have gotten to know each other well. Her family and my family have gotten to know each other. They come over to all of our cookouts. We are not close friends, but I would call it casual.

That night, I went to karate as usual. I was on the border of frustrated and depressed. I was very quiet through out the class and tried to keep to myself. Emma noticed that I was not myself.

“Hey Adam. Everything all right?”

“Yah, I’m fine.”

“You do not seem to be yourself tonight.”

“Well….. It is something I am not comfortable talking about in here. And not sure if I should talk about it with you.”

“I am sensing it is a lovers quarrel, isn’t it?”

“Emma, I really don’t want to talk right now!”, I was getting real annoyed with the pestering. I enjoy flirting back and forth, but I have a hard time talking about personal stuff.

Realizing I snapped at her for no good reason, ” I am really sorry Emma. I did not mean to snap at you. I just do not feel comfortable talking about this. Although may it might relieve some of my stress by letting it out.”

“No problem. I have a few minutes after class. Maybe we can talk in the parking lot after?”

I paused for a second, then not using my right mind, blurted out, “I would like that.”

Class ended with our instructor giving instructions on the tournament we are going to in two weeks. It was two states over and said that if anyone does not book a hotel now, there will not be any rooms left. Luckily I already booked mine.

As I was sitting in the lobby getting my shoes on, another lady Nancy sat down next to me. She was another looker. She was a little shorter than Emma, but also was in great shape. Her boobs were about two sizes bigger than Emma’s, and her ass was good enough to make me lose my concentration in class whenever I had a view of it. She had long black hair that she always kept in a pony tail. I don’t know her as well as Emma, but she always try’s starting up a conversation with me. I do know that Emma and her are good friends and talk a lot.

“Are you ready for the tournament?”

“Sure”, I said as I was tying my shoes. I did not want to look up, as being the seat next to her, I didn’t want her to catch me looking at her boobs. They are very hypnotic and my eyes seems to be drawn to them when I talk to her.

“I have really been practicing and hope to place high.”

“I’m sure you will. I really have to head out. I will see you next week.”, I looked at her and smiled. I headed out into the moon lit parking lot to my truck and put my gear on the passenger side and shut the door. As I rounded the front of my truck, I saw Emma and Nancy standing next to Nancy’s car talking and giggling. The three of us were the last ones in the parking lot. I figured I could leave, but as I started my truck up, I heard Emma yell, and she was walking towards me waving. Nancy was already in her car and beep as she drove away. I rolled my window down as Emma approached.

“Hey, thought we were going to talk?”

“I saw you talking to Nancy and figured you two would talk for a while.”

“I told her I had something to do and could not talk. Come out so we can talk.”

I shut the engine off, and got out of the truck. I walked to the back of the truck and put the tailgate down. I hopped on the edge of the tailgate and Emma jumped up beside me and placed her stuff on the other side.

“So what’s bothering you?”

“Boy, just get right to it. It feels weird talking about it.”

“Of course it does. Just by the way you don’t want to talk, it has to be about sex. Just spit it out.”

I couldn’t tell if she was being sincere or sarcastic, but when I looked into her beautiful brown eyes I just blurted it out.

“My wife doesn’t like having sex. I am lucky if I can get it twice a month and even at that, the amount of begging I have to do makes me not in the mood once I get it.”

“Now that you got that out, how do you feel?”

“A little better. I just feel that it is only a temporary feeling. I am sorry that I’m unloading this on you. I have never talked to any one about this before. You probably think I am pretty shallow complaining about this.”

“Well, you have someone to talk to about this now. And no, you are not shallow. I know it is tough when one spouse doesn’t reciprocate.”

I started to get emotional. I don’t very often, but the tears started to swell up.

“It is easy to say that you know how I feel. But you do not know the sexual tension I build up and wish things would be different.”

Emma looked at me and saw the tears coming down my cheeks. She put her hand on my knee and squeezed.

“You aren’t the only one with sexual problems. My husband is usually too busy to have sex. And when he does, we have to have the lights off and he will not go down on me. If I give him a blow job, he enjoys it, but will not kiss me. Plus, after we are done, I have to go done stairs with my vibrator to have some enjoyment.”

Because of the emotions running high, I did not even realize I said it until it was too late.

“Are you kiddy me. You are in your mid thirties, have three kids, and you are still smokin hot. I’d eat you out until you screamed and fuck you with the lights on so I could see your body.”

I froze. I can’t believe I just said that. I really screwed up now.

“Emma, I am really sorry. I can’t believe I said that. I am so low right now. I should go home.”

“Don’t be sorry. Thank you for the compliment. I think both of us needed this and a little reassurance.”

She hopped off the tailgate and stood in front of me. I looked up at her, still embarrassed, And saw she had her hands out for a hug. I let her step into me and we hugged. I found myself hugging her tightly and resting my head on her shoulder. There were tons of things going through my mind at that moment, and most of them would get me into incredible trouble. Instead I leaned my nose into her hair and breathed in.

“Wow she smelled so good.”, I thought to myself. I breathed her in again.

She jerked her head away from me and said,

“Were you just smelling my hair?” “Really?”

I was dumbfounded. I started to stutter, trying to find a quick answer.

“I was not! I was just trying to compose myself”

“LIAR! You were so smelling my hair.”

I was so caught.

“I need to leave now. I am screwing up and digging myself deeper and deeper. I guess my emotions are screwing with me.”

I started to hop off the tailgate, and she stopped me by putting her hands on my shoulders.

“Hold on one more minute. I was just playing with you. Since you have already put yourself in a deep hole, let me join you.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. I started to pull back, but she had gotten her hand behind my head so I could not. As we kissed, I started to kiss back. Soon our tongues were exploring each others mouth. The kiss seemed like an eternity, until Emma drew back.

“Emma, I don’t know if we ……..”

She put her finger on my lips to quiet me and her other hand made it to my crotch. My cock was already hard. She pressed against it and then unzipped my pants. I should have stopped her, but for some reason I could not move. She lightly pushed me back into the bed of the truck. When my back hit the bed, she pulled on my pants and had them by my knees. Even in the dim lit parking lot, my cock could be seen sticking straight up. Emma gazed at it, then put her hand on my cock and started to stroke it.

“I can’t believe how big your cock is.” “It is a lot bigger then my husbands.”

She then bent over and kissed my inner thighs. My legs were dangling from the tailgate, and since she was standing up, she had easy access to my cock. She worked her kisses up my thighs, and started to lick my cock like an ice cream cone. Then she put her mouth over the head and took as much of my ten inches she could. She could only go down half way, but even that felt so good. As she moved her lips up and down my shaft, I picked my head up and saw that one of her hands was in her pants. She was masterbating while she was blowing me. I leaned my head back and just enjoyed. She began to roll her tongue around the head of my cock. Then she sucked on it and moved her mouth up and down my shaft again. Each time she went down my shaft, she tried to take more of it. She had gotten almost the whole way, when I started to feel an orgasm coming on.

“MMMMMMM… Emma that feels soooo good. Ohhhh I am going to cum. Oh baby I am going to cum.”

I tried to push her off so she didn’t get the load, but she pushed off my hand with her free hand. I could feel her mouth vibrating from her moans. She was getting close herself. As my back arched with an intense orgasm, I blew a huge load down her throat. She coughed and gagged as she tried to shallow it all. I looked down as I heard her moan loudly, as her orgasm came.

She looked up at me and wiped her mouth. She had a huge smile on her face. I sat up and gave her a deep passionate kiss.

I leaned back and all I could say was, “Thank you.”

She looked at me and said, “I think we both needed that. Now the question is, can you keep your mouth shut?”

“Yes I can. And I know you can as you can not say much with my cock in your mouth!!”

She punched me in the chest,”You are so sick. OK, I really have to get home before my husband wonders where I am.”

“Sounds good. I will see you next week.”

“Actually my work is sending me to a conference at the beginning of the week. They are putting me up in a hotel.”

“I see. So you are able to get to enjoy your other boyfriends easier without your husbands knowledge.”

“Hah Hah. Very funny. Here, let me give you my number.”

“Emma, I think we went way to far as it is.”

“I just want to text. Besides your therapy session had a big breakthrough tonight and I think we need to explore it more.”

Uncertain, I took her number and promised to texted her on Monday night.

As wrong as it was, I was on a high the rest of that week. I could not even get that night out of my head.

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