About an Irish MILF

Not so much an about me, more a confessional out pouring, and a clear message to my husband whose patience I’ve tested to destruction these past years. I’m not at all sure where the years have gone, it’s only now that it’s actually hit me - the kids have flown the nest – years ago, and they won’t be returning, but they have been visiting on a weekly basis - daily - with their problems, even bringing me their washing, eating my food, borrowing money, and – well you get the picture. I’ve had enough though - more like my husband has had enough - it’s our time again, time to enjoy life again while we still can, who knows what might be around the next corner?

I should have listened to my husband, for years he’s been trying to change me - since the kids flew the nest to be more precise, but I didn’t listen, instead I got caught up in local community groups, church groups – suddenly I was a treasurer, a chairperson, president, committee member of this that and the other for years. Weekdays, and nights I was never home, weekends it was the kids and their problems. Probably I’d felt scared when the kids all up and left within the same year, I had this need to do things, help people – well you know how it is with us women. Just lately, two months ago my husband had blown a fuse, we had the most awful argument ever, and then he walked out. To say I was devastated would be something of a colossal understatement. Immediately I resigned from everything, and told the kids – adults – to make their own way in this world. I’d joined the multitude of groups etc against his wishes, stayed in them for years despite his ongoing protestations, he’d kept telling me he’d much prefer it if I was out every night getting myself fucked, but I wasn’t, I’d always been 100% faithful, never in my life had I been with another man.

I won him back though, with conditions attached. He wanted me to start wearing clothes he would choose - told me he was sick and tired of me dressing like a 90 year old - I realise now how right he was. He took me out on a shopping spree, new shoes, garter belts and stockings (tights have been banned) lacy knickers and bras, new dresses, skirts and tops. If my knees weren’t visible, he wouldn’t buy, mostly he purchased mini dresses and skirts - some are so short the tops of my stockings are on view - really embarrassing, most times I swear I resemble a hooker. Problematic, though I did agree, all the time hoping he wouldn’t go through with it, was his stipulation that I agree to being used by other men - in his prescence. I haven’t been yet, but I know he’s arranging it, and to be honest I’m both petrified, and at other times a tad strangely excited much the same way as I feel when he humiliates me by ordering me to remove my panties when we’re out. In restaurants, while we’re out walking, shopping, visiting friends - to begin with I’d baulked, now I willingly submit to his wishes, no matter how humiliating the request. For some reason or another, being sexually humiliated in public turns me on like nothing else ever has before – it is so against everything I’ve stood for previously – it is so wrong, so sinful, yet so devilishly erotic. Unlike a lot of others, I’ve never used a vibrator, nor owned one, the first time was three weeks ago when he had me bend over a picnic table while we were out walking with two close friends. Once I got over the shock and the humiliation though, I did have an incredible orgasm - now he fucks me with it at every opportunity in public places.

Obviously I’m being prepared for the next stage – sex with other men in public places which is why he directed me towards some of the sites on tumlr.com – I was shocked by many - most of the images and videos, particuarly those of a dogging nature. The very thought of it makes me feel ill, and to put it into perspective - when pregnant years back and I had to attend the doctors/clinic for examinations - I was physically sick for days beforehand - many are the appointments I failed to attend.



The embarrassment and fear I experienced then has returned with a vengance, but when my husband tells me I have to succumb to his wishes and be used by other men, no matter how terrified I’ll be, how humiliating the experience is likely to be - I’m going to do it for him. PS - Just to clarify, the three photos aren’t recent although I was a Mum then and although I’m old enough to be a Grandmother, I don’t have Grandchildren therefore I’m not - I’m just a Mum you might want to fuck. The first picture taken by hubby as he experiments with his new camera was as you can see, up my skirt. He assures me there will be more new pics - minus clothing - coming just as soon as he figures out the finer points of his new digital camera.