Frustration cured

I had just turned 40 but I wasn’t celebrating. My son and daughter had both moved out. My husband Donald was 45 and had lost all interest in sex. My boss had cut my hours and I only worked mornings. Afternoons were spent either doing housework or just sitting in a lounge chair wondering how my life had grown so crap. My only bright spot was a visit down the road to Rhonda for a cuppa. One day she said she had turned 40 as well. She was single and seemed happy. To celebrate she opened a bottle of wine. Two glasses and I was pouring out my life to her. She listened and then shocked me. “How many times a week do you masturbate?” she asked. I just sat stunned. “Well” she said “how many times?” “I don’t do that” I said. “Well there you have it honey” she continued “you are sexually frustrated. I use a vibrator to ease my frustration. Watch porn as well”.

I was speechless. She had never talked like this in the 5 or so years I had known her. I guess the wine was effecting her too. “Oh dear, I have shocked you haven’t I” she said and sat beside me on the couch and put her arm around me “I didn’t mean to. I am just worried about you”. She changed the subject and things settled down. Finally I headed home and sat alone in my lounge room but her words kept spinning around in my head. Was I really sexually frustrated? I hadn’t had solo sex, as I called it, since before I was married. And a vibrator? Wow, I had seen them but never considered using one. Maybe I should try it. Was it sexual frustration or the wine that had me thinking?

That night I had my shower and put on a flimsy nighty. I hadn’t worn it for years. Actually I was amazed it still fitted. I walked out into the lounge and sat on the couch. Don was watching TV and didn’t even notice me. “Shit” I thought “what am I doing?” I went back into the bedroom, put on my “granny” nighty and crawled into bed. In my darkest thought I wondered if I could really enjoy getting myself off. I started to rub myself. Nothing at first. But gradually I began to get that feeling from years ago. I started to breath heavily and moan softly and then it happened. My first orgasm for ages. I couldn’t stop and came again before falling asleep. I don’t even hear Don come to bed.

Having rediscovered the pleasure of masturbating I indulged in solo sex play all week. I was starting to feel better about my situation. I had to tell Rhonda how she had helped me. She just laughed. She handed me a piece of paper with a website written on it. “Look at this” she said “I just love fantasising about doing all sorts of naughty things. We chatted about all the usual stuff, had tea NOT wine, and I headed home. I sat down to watch the TV but I remembered the website she had written down. Curious, I logged on. WOW. There was all sorts of weird stuff. Couples, of course, in all sorts of sexual positions, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, it was crazy.