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She didn't seem angry, just a little disappointed. She said, 'So, you have chosen a life of housework and whelping over that of a respected equestrienne. I wish you luck; you have great potential that I fear will be wasted on a man. Should you ever change your mind, I will entertain resuming our lessons.' She was polite and formal for the rest of the time I worked there, but she didn't spend any more time with me than necessary.
Once I made that decision, I swore to myself that I would never be that perverted again. So, I made love to make babies, and to satisfy my husband's needs. But not for myself—that would be too dangerous a door to open again, to feel good like that. I've never used toys or had Tim kiss me down there because I associate that with the things that I used to do. Things that were wrong.
But now, it feels like I'm having a harder time being right . I mean, showing myself to strange men, and my dreams, Natalie! They're not going away, they're getting sicker and sicker!"
Natalie took the pile of tissues and threw them away. "Those things weren't wrong, and neither were you. You're human, and you were curious. It sounds like you're still both of those things, and thank God for that."
"Natalie, I'm perverted! I'm mentally ill!"
"If you're perverted, then so am I, so is Adam, and I'd be willing to guess Tim is, too. We all have things that make us tick, sexually. If no one's getting hurt, how is that bad? I'll say it again, you are not mentally ill.
"Of course I am! I had sex with a woman! You have to admit, that's sick!"
"No, I don't. Look, if I—"
The sound of the front door slamming announced Tyler's return. "Mom, did you leave anything from lunch? Matty's mom had spinach soufflé—" The teenager stopped short in the doorway as his mother and aunt hurriedly packed up a cardboard box. "Oh, hi Aunt Gwen, everything OK?"
"Oh fine," she sniffled. "Just looking at some things that brought back old memories." The teenager was shocked to see his Aunt crying—he had never known her to exhibit much emotion at all—but he decided his mother was handling it just fine without his help.
"I've got to get this bottomless pit fed, and then get to work," Natalie announced. "But I really think we should continue our conversation. I'm off Monday, think we can squeeze in a ride?"
"I'd like that a lot."
"I'll be over at 10."
- COMMENTS
MrBondsover 4 years agoI love stories about mature, prudish women who find their inner slut. This story is well written and nicely detailed. I enjoyed how Gwen submitted to Miss Ritter and admitted she secretly wanted her sexual advances. I only wish Miss Ritter had spanked Gwen more thoroughly and more often. It would have been hot if Miss Ritter had fucked Gwen with a strap-on. Maybe something like that is in Gwen's future?
sparkle8over 5 years agoYour in depth description of Gwen's frightening experience with Miss Ritter is spot on. And her PTSD reaction is so real that I might mistake you for a psychotherapist. This series of incidents makes Gwen so real, so representative of the 1 in 5 women who have been sexually molested at some time in their lives. And her confusion and inner conflict in the first 8 chapters are now completely understandable. Thank you for what might be the deepest, most powerful story I've read on Literotica. I look forward to more exciting chapters.
Anonymousover 7 years agoI liked this story along with the rest Ive read so far. Only thing I didn't really like is that it went into to much detail taking much to much time in her explanation of her lesbian experience. Another thing I thought when the story started maybe second chapter her husband seemed to believed she was a virgin when they married. Apparently its been to many years passed for her to confess that she wasn't one. Cause once there's penetration you're not a virgin anymore and she was getting plenty of penetration with her boss. That's one thing I've never been able to forgive my wife for doing to me. Friend of mine had told me he had sex with my wife one time his parents were visiting before I knew her After some time passed we started going around and I asked her about it and she denied his family had ever been to her parents house. she swore she was a virgin. First time we had sex she kinda jerked when i put it in later she told me there had been blood in her panties. I didn't see them myself and I was to stupid to ask to see them. Fast Forward 43 years later we were discussing my friends moms death when I told her "You know? I never saw that lady take a drink." She replied with "what are you talking about?" She went on to tell me that that family would visit her parents most every week and sometimes they would get so drunk they had to spend the night at her house. Guess she forgot she had told me they never visited 43 years before. I didn't say anything My 'been dead over five years now and I still can't forgive the lie. Reason I can't forgive I think it's because I allowed her to have her lovers and as many as she wanted. one at a time of course and she still lied to me.
gkrishnaover 8 years agoThis was such a good story, got quite a few 5-stars and favourites from me in previous chapters, but then the author had to go and introduce childhood molestation and scarring into it. Why can't someone just be uptight because of her upbringing and culture, rather than needing some dark past and shame-filled memories that makes her so?! Sigh.
Anonymousover 10 years agolets keep Gwen straight, but wide open for "games" of showing and teasing and going as far as touching and stroking others. Show the world that a husband and wife, who trust each other completely, can play the hottest sexual games that grow bolder and bolder. Show the excitement of shopping for the proper "hot" outfits and then Gwen "performing" for Tim.
Really a beautiful story of how two people can encourage each other to grow sexually together.
Well done!
