The Married Women Sex Experiment

The Married Women Sex Experiment [part 1 of 3]
By: Keith (keithg_80@yahoo.com)

The following is something that I did a couple of years ago, even though I have modified and added some things to the story. It was an experiment. I would love to get your feedback. For married - or perhaps even single - women, assuming Randy is an attractive guy and he approached you like he did the girls in the story, would you accept? And for the guys, how long would it take you to accept if a woman approached you? I think I know the answer to that one. For you respond and are interested in hearing, I will let you know the results of my survey.

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The Married Women Sex Experiment

As a healthy, (somewhat) normal American male, I am the first to admit that I often don't understand women. I have lots of female friends, we often talk very casually and comfortably, have many of the same tastes in books, movies etc., but in almost all cases, there are parts of their psyche that I just don't understand. And that's particularly true about sex.

There was an article in this past weekend's New York Times magazine about women's sexual passion, and it was like reading Greek. Not because it was written poorly or that I'm simply dunderheaded; it was difficult because it was evident that the author, after interviewing sex researchers, women themselves, and eminent psychologists gained not great insights and clarity into understand women's passions. For example, when certain kinds of stimulation are applied, women do not admit to being turned on, but devices that measure sexual - like vaginal moisture and heartbeat - indicates otherwise. If men see a breast or an object can be approximated as a breast, like maybe a hill with a stubby tree on top - bang! we're hard and excited and we know it! And this is not one isolated article on this subject. I have read several over the years that suggested similar mystification about female sexuality. It is well documented that women's sexual desire at least matches men and, in many cases, exceeds it, but it seems that the question, "What do women want?" causes people to just want around babbling inanities.

A year or so ago, burdened with an inordinate share of this ignorance, I began to wonder about these things. I knew many women were as preoccupied with sex as men but men always seem ready for sex and women have to be seduced, romanced, cajoled, begged, bribed, and flattered and then it still many not happen. With most men, the only requirement generally is that the girl is breathing; breathing hard is not even required - that's considered icing on the cake. Statistics show that nearly 40% of married men have had affairs and approximately 25% of married females have. Why this difference in light of the fact that the need and interest in sex is not that different between males and females?

I decided to experiment. First let me explain something about myself. I am 37, have a profession, am comfortable financially, and I have been divorced three years. I have an active sex life and before marriage I was also active sexually. During marriage, we both worked at very intense jobs so while we had a good sex life, it probably wasn't enough for either of us because of travel, long hours etc. During my eight year marriage, I had two affairs, one fairly short-lived and one that lasted almost a year before she moved away with her husband. I don't think my wife had any affairs but the fact is, I don't know, just like she never knew about mine. I also have to admit that I am ambivalent about the topic of cheating on one's spouse. On the one hand, I think it is wrong and can lead to problems. On the other, there are sure as hell a lot of people not getting what they need from their spouses, at least romantically and sexually, but often they want to stay married for a myriad of other reasons. I don't want to get into an extended discussion about the morality of infidelity but I thought it important for the reader to understand that I do understand the issues involved.

Having said all that, I have to admit I have always been very interested in - obsessed with? - sex with married women. Not that they formed the majority of my sexual partners over the years, but there is something that turns me on about seducing a married woman and giving her the sex she wants and needs. For this and other reasons, my experiment therefore was focused on married women. I didn't want to start with women I have known for a long time or was particularly close to; that could carry too much baggage. Rather, I thought it best to concentrate on casual acquaintances; girls that I would meet and get to know casually but not much more than that.

I'm sure that married women don't have affairs to the same degree men did for several reasons. I made a list of what I thought those might be, not necessarily in order of importance. And I also didn't presume that I had captured every reason, nor would all of them apply to any one particular woman. I surmised that the following were some of the primary barriers to women being willing to commit to sex:

- Fear of being caught. This could be the number one issue for both men and women.

- The stigma and ramifications if one were caught. I hypothesized that this might be more significant for women than for men, partially reflecting age-old stereotypes.

- Women's self-image and society's view of the female - with men it is "playing around;" with women, it is "being unfaithful."

- The fear of alienation that might result from divided loyalties. In other words, the risk of becoming more dissatisfied with the husband that they otherwise wanted to stay married to.

- Concern about emotional entanglements on the part of the male.

- Concern about STD.

- The lack of an appealing and/or trustworthy man.

- Moral/religious issues

- Lack of time and energy

I also realized that many women were sexually fulfilled and had no interest in having an affair. And, I realized that I could not, nor do I want to, do anything about many of the above. However, I wanted to see if I could deal with those that I could influence.

Therefore, I decided to try something, both to satisfy my curiosity about these issues but also to satisfy my lust. I decided that I would be very direct with women I meet about having an affair. Again, it would not be with long time female friends or with wives of men I knew well.

I put together a document that showed my way of dealing with the barriers that I stated above, as follows:

1) We will be totally discreet. I have an isolated place we will go and we will establish safe routines on how we will get there. For example, you can park your car in a mall that you regularly shop at. In the lot will be a car with the keys under the floormat. I will let you know which car it is. A wig and sunglasses will be on the passenger seat. A GPS will guide you to where you need to go. Once there, you enter into the rear of a house so no one will see you. There are no near neighbors. I will provide you a pre-loaded cell phone that no one will ever know about. The only thing you have to do is hide it in a place he could never find. Only two people will ever know about this...you and me.

There are other ways of being discreet. Obviously, if you travel sometimes without your husband, that is ideal. I can meet you anywhere. I will always insist on discretion. For example, I would never want you to drive your own car to meet; it is too easy for someone you know to recognize your car. Periodically, we may decide to meet in a hotel for example. If we do, I will check in much earlier in the day. You could leave work, drive or walk somewhere, go to the bathroom and put on a wig and sunglasses, jump in a cab and meet me without stopping at the front desk etc.

The point I want to make is that THE TWO OF US are the only people that will ever know.

2) This will be a fun affair - romantic, erotic, fulfilling - but not necessarily permanent. I am not looking for someone to marry. I am not a needy, clingy man. I love a woman I have sex with but it is not a love that comes with entanglements.

3) I am clean, sober, have no emotional issues, and have regular physical checkups. One of my best friends is an urologist and I have frequent checkups for STD. I have none, nor have I ever. We will take precautions.

4) The foundation of any good sexual relationship is trust. We have to trust each other. I make a living out of people trusting me. I will do what I say I will do, when I will say I will do it. As stated in item 1), no one will ever know about us except us. I have no ego need to brag about our relationship. I'm sure you feel the same.

5) This arrangement will end whenever either of us says it will end. If you do so, you will never hear from me again. I promise.

6) I will take care of everything. The only thing you need to do is trust me, and guard against revealing anything to anyone. It will not cost you a dime to do this. For example, if you need to get babysitters for your kids, I will reimburse you in cash.

7) This offer is open for six months. If you want to get to know me better before accepting, we can certainly do that.

8) What excites me is turning on and pleasing you. I promise that I will do everything in my power to make it the best sex you have ever had.

So, I printed out some of these documents to keep with me. Over the next several months, I showed it to twelve women. The following were the results:

- One slapped me (I thought that was only in the movies!) - Three walked off and I never saw them again - One I changed my mind about - too many hang-ups! - Three that said they would think about it. One of those I didn't hear from again, one later said she would not want to have an affair but wouldn't mind seeing me again. I said okay but we never got back together. One said that she would be interested in exploring a threesome with her husband. She indicated he was bi-sexual. That didn't interest me. - One said she would like to pursue it but then changed her mind - Three...well, those three make up the rest of this story

Jan was the first. I met her at a department store. I was looking for a woman's sweater - a gift to my aunt - and I asked her advice. She was somewhat petite like my aunt so she actually tried on the sweater so I could see how it might look. I must say that it looked better on Jan that it did later with my aunt. Let's just say she filled it out better, with those perky little breasts. (Out of respect and decorum, I will not comment on my aunt's anatomy.) Jan was approximately 5'2", blue eyes and brown hair. She was wearing jeans so I couldn't see her legs but as she pirouetted to show me the sweater, I did notice that she had a beautiful looking ass.

After buying the sweater, I went over to thank her. We began talking and took a walk in the mall. We chatted until she had to leave and I asked if she would be willing to meet me for coffee sometime - in the same mall so it would appear that we just were two acquaintances that just happened to run into each other. She agreed to meet. That was obviously a good sign! So a few days later, we met again, and had a very nice conversation. I told her that I was divorced and went into some of the reasons. This opened her up to tell me a little bit about her marriage. I have to say that she sounded pretty happy and content. But, as we were talking, she kept putting her hand on mine to make a point and once, because it was somewhat loud in the mall, she leaned in close and put her hand on my knee for a little bit. A small sign perhaps, but I thought a meaningful one. But when I suggested meeting again, she seemed reluctant, so we did not set anything up. Bad sign.

However, not more than a week later, I ran into her at the same mall at a bookstore. We chatted and decided to get a cup of coffee. Again, we talked about several things including marriage. We touched briefly on sex. We were talking about when I was married. I indicated that I was more highly sexed than my former wife and that led to some of the problems. Jan smiled and said, "tell me about it." And then she quickly changed the subject. Again, she kept up doing these little intimate things, like touching and leaning in close. Once, she even reached over to brush a piece of lint off my sport coat.

Towards the end of the conversation, I decided I to this to the next level. I said, "Jan, I have something I want to talk to you about. I am attracted to you. I know we barely know each other but I enjoy you, and I would like for us to meet again. If you would like to do that, I have something else I want you to think about. Candidly, I want you to know that I would like to see you sometimes in a more intimate way. I have something that explains things a little more clearly." And with that, I gave her the document along with a business card.

"I suggest that you not take a copy of this with you. If you want, I will email you a copy to your private email address. "

She silently read it and quickly handed it back to me, blushing. "Listen, Randy, I've enjoyed this but I didn't mean it to go this way. I'm sorry I misled you. I should go now. Goodbye." And she turned and walked rapidly away. But, she kept the card.

I figured that was that. After a couple of weeks, I chalked it up as one I struck out on, so I tried to forget Jan and move on to my other "conquests".

About a month later, though, out of the blue, I got an email :

"Randy, could you please send me a copy of the document we discussed last month at the mall?...Jan." Terse and to the point.

I forwarded it to her. Within the hour, I got another email:

"I tried but I can't stop thinking about it. Are you legit? And are you serious? Are you still interested?"

I responded, "yes, I am legit, and yes, I am very, very serious. And yes, I want you very much Jan."

Immediately, I got an email that said, "I can meet Saturday from 2 - 6, or Thursday afternoon. Will either of those work? Tell me what to do."

I emailed her back and we set it up for the following Saturday afternoon. In the interim, I picked up a prepaid cell phone and we arranged to meet briefly so I could give it to her. I told her to memorize my number, always erase all messages and call information and that I would never call unless we arranged it first. Then if her husband somehow saw the phone, she could always say she found it on the sidewalk and didn't know what to do with it.

I have a cabin on a lake around 8 miles from the shopping mall. So on the Saturday, I rented a car and drove it to the mall and took a taxi home. I called Jan to tell her a wig, sunglasses, and GPS were in the car, and that if she went to "previous destinations" she should touch the first address listed and follow directions. And I told her where the car was located. I suggested that she park her car, go into the mall, shop for a few minutes and then go back to the rental car, don the wig and sunglasses and drive to meet me. She agreed.

I got there a few minutes ahead. I heard the car door open and close and heard Jan enter the back door. She had a small bag with her.

I embraced her. "You didn't chicken out. I am so glad. You're not going to regret this."

She quickly kissed my cheek. "I'll be right back. Where's the bedroom?"

I showed it to her and went back into the LR/kitchen area. Soon I saw the bedroom door open.

Jan stepped out and she had on a black shear robe that looked like it covered some kind of negligee or something. I was definitely overdressed.

She was blushing as I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. "You are so beautiful. I want to consume you." I could feel her shudder.

I had planned on beginning slowly but I'm afraid to say it didn't quite work out that way. My cock had been hard most of the day anyway and in the last few minutes, it was straining against my pants. As I unwrapped her robe to see what all was underneath, she was unbuttoning my shirt. I flung that away when she had finished and her hands were unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down over my hips. I helped her take them off and one of us flung them to the side. In the meantime, I cupped one of her breasts as we kissed deeply. It was soft and yielding to my touch, surprising full for a woman her size. He had on a wispy black bra that was cut almost to her nipples with her pink aureoles showing out of the top. Quickly I reached up to her bra straps and pulled them off her shoulders and pulled her cups down to expose her tits. Both my hands held them and I could feel the hard, erect nipples. I caressed her tits and felt Jan's lower body press to me. Our breathing was accelerated and labored.

I felt Jan's fingers encircle my cock, still covered by my shorts. She massaged it with one hand as the other cupped my balls. Needless to say, I was rock-hard. After massaging, she reached to the waistband with one hand and put her other down to grab my cock and lift it. As she fondled me, I put my hand between her legs. She had on very thin, wispy panties. I reached under and pressed. Her crotch was warm and very damp. I could feel her swollen pussy lips underneath. She spread her legs slightly to give me better access.

I quickly removed her panties and bra. I laughed and told her that I hated to remove her beautiful lingerie so quickly but I had no choice. She said there will be other times to "admire my ravishing body." I was very pleased to note that she seemed comfortable enough to joke.

She held my cock up with one hand as she pulled down my shorts with the other. I was throbbing with desire. I held my hand over her pussy with my finger sneaking inside to caress her damp flesh. She moaned and spread her legs even more to give me access.

Holding her shoulders, I had her sit on the sofa and I got to my knees. I lifted her legs and spread them so I could see her pussy. It was adorned with brown pubic hair, nicely trimmed. Her pussy lips were swollen...and they were shiny with her juices. Putting one foot on the sofa and still holding the leg out with my hand, I ran a finger up her slit...she was so wet that when I pulled my finger away, a string of gummy pussyjuice clung to it. I looked at her as I put my finger to my mouth and greedily sucked the creamy tip. After savoring her juices, I put her other foot on the sofa also and moving further down, I opened her pussy lips and gently covered it with light little kisses from her clit down to the base. Her pussy smelled of soap and sex. I opened her asscheeks, put some saliva over my fingers and spread the moisture over her puckered little asshole. My tongue slowly licked her pussy, letting the outer lips flap against the edge of my tongue. She began to squirm and grind against me. She arched her head back and reached down to feel my tongue as it entered her pussy. By now, the bottom part of my face was wet.

Her back raised, she lifted her feet off the sofa and splayed her legs wider. She began to jerk and hump, and she squealed and tried to talk, saying over and over, "God, so good, God, Randy." I could feel the buildup of an orgasm. She then wrapped her legs around my head and pulled it into her and she reached down to hold my head to keep it from moving. I was pinioned. She ground her pussy to me as if she were trying to get my face inside. She clinched with orgasms, wave after wave, her back arched, her head thrown back, her squeals turning into moans turning into whimpers.

Her movements subsided, with my legs still around me and my face plastered to her pussy. I had to shift to breath. I wanted her to have the full effect of an orgasm but I also had other thoughts in mind. Finally, I unwrapped myself and stood, my cock still erect. Noticing, she reached for it and brought the head to her lips. But I had other thoughts in mind.

"Jan, get on your knees baby. I'm going to fuck your cumming cunt."

She obeyed, turned around and climbed on the sofa, with her arms leaning against the back, and her legs spread. I moved into position and she reached around to take my cock and guide into her lathered up pussy. It felt like a going inside a velvet glove, tight but well-lubed and slick. Even though my cock is thicker than most, I sank up to my balls inside that welcoming orifice. And I began to fuck her, not hard at first but with steady, deep strokes. Jan stretched her legs out more and lowered herself to accommodate me. On every thrust she leaned back to meet me. I was able to reach around and play with her clit and that excited her even more. I almost came eating her pussy and I knew that a few more strokes could finish me off. So, I began to fuck a little faster and harder. She turned to look at me.

"Fuck me hard Randy. I like it hard," she was able to say amid the moans and gasps.

My cock is curved so my normal motion is like I am "shoveling" so I lowered myself, got leverage that way and thrust upwards. As I did so, there was a loud sound of flesh meeting flesh - my body slapping up against her asscheeks. With each upward movement, she bounced up on the sofa, almost lifting her off her knees. I reached up to grab one of her shoulders to give me even more leverage. I hoped I wasn't hurting her but I knew by her actions and sounds that she was being pleasured. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm so I shortened and quickened my strokes, but the force increased even more. She shifted so that her legs were a little closer together, like she was trying to clutch me. I could feel her pussy contract and she yelped with lust, as I grunted and groaned as my cum erupted into her eager pussy. On every thrust, I yelled, and I felt cum gush out. Her pussy was actually hard to fuck her contractions were so intense. We made a few final strokes and then I leaned over with my cock buried...I reached around to hold her tits, as I talked to her softly.

"Jan, that was amazing and you are amazing. You are so beautiful and sexy. I loved your pussy, I loved to eat it and fuck it. I loved to feel your orgasm. Thanks for doing this with me. We've got two more hours.

As I talked, I could feel occasional contractions of her subsiding orgasm. Finally I slipped out and stood. She turned to kiss me. "Randy, I feel your cum draining down my legs. I want more. That was so amazing. I like to get fucked hard Randy. I never get fucked hard."

I smiled, "sorry, I tried my best to fuck you hard."

She pinched me. "No, you fucked me really hard. I was talking about normally...my husband never fucks me hard enough. And I loved it when you did. But, I'm mad too."

"You're mad? Why are you mad?"

She looked up at me. "Just wait awhile, you'll see."

We were pretty much beat so we turned down the covers and got in bed. She turned with her back to me, I reached around to hold her tits, we talked for a while desultorily, and napped intermittently for a little while. I awoke to feel Jan pressing my hand to her tits.

I pressed them. "You're going to get me worked up again, Jan."

"Why did you think I pressed your hand to me, stud? Are you up to it? We only have about an hour left and you may need your sleep."

I squeezed her nipple and she squealed. But, I could tell her nipples were hardening.

She turned facing me and reached down to hold my semi-erect cock. "Do you want to know why I was mad with you?"

"Of course I do. Tell me."

"Because earlier you wouldn't let me suck that beautiful cock of yours."

Obviously, that took me the rest of the way. My cockhead swelled and shaft became rigid. "Well, you know there is a remedy for that."

Huskily, she replied, "yeah, I know. And if you'll stand up, I'll show you what I think it is."

I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind but I stood. She turned to lie on her back across the king bed and moved to the edge so her head was partially hanging off.

"Come around here, please Randy."

I did as she asked. I moved over and leaned down to put one hand on each side of her body, with my cock at her face. Her hands wrapped around my throbbing cock and she guided it to her lips. She licked all around the head, expelling saliva as she did so, getting it very lubricated. Then she put about half the head inside her mouth and stuck her tongue into the hole in the end and fucked it. At first I tried to stay still and let her work her magic but I couldn't help humping a little bit. She cupped my balls as her mouth totally explored the head of my dick. Soon however, she began moaning and her mouth moved down my cock as far as she could get it. She was sucking on it greedily. Even though I didn't know how long I could hold out, I wanted to prolong the pleasure so I remained as still as possible. She'd made my cock so wet though that I had trouble figuring out where my cock left off and her fleshy, grasping mouth began.

As she sucked me, she began to lift her hips off the bed and thrust back down again, in a fucking motion. She spread her legs and put her feet flat on the bed and humped. Leaning on one arm, I reached between her legs and began to massage her writhing pussy. I slipped a finger inside and with the thumb pressed down lightly on her clit and massaged it gently.

I felt my cock slip out of her mouth, with a suction sound. "Fuck my mouth Randy, hard." And she slipped until her head was completely draped down the side of the bed.

Still trying to massage her pussy, I began to fuck her mouth. She opened her throat up and removed all barriers. I don't think I even got my cock all the way in but she offered no resistance; she just wrapped her hands around my ass and held on. I moved back slightly to get my legs a little more upright and began to make shorter but more forceful strokes. Jan's legs squeezed my hand that was fucking her pussy and she began to make muffled moans. I pressed her open pussy tightly and slipped a second finger inside and I fucked her with the two middle fingers as I pressed my palm to her clit. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I was a little afraid I was going to choke her but her hands held to my ass and pressed it even deeper as I started to cum. As she felt my sperm enter her mouth, she moved one hand down to my fucking hand and pressed me tightly to her spasming cunt. After emptying my cock into her throat, I slowly ceased thrusting. I held her pussy until her contractions waned. She'd swallowed every drop of my cum and then pulling out, she put he head back inside to suck the last few drops that were slowly seeping out of the end.

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And Jan and I had more adventures that I will write about. I will also introduce the other subjects of my experiment.