The Nymphomaniac and the relationship of Doom
I was stuck in a failed Marriage for 5 years..amicable enough, my wife was a stunning brunette, but our sex life was none existent..even when I went to kiss her, she would turn away and offer her cheek, (to this day I still don't know why? I asked her on many occasions, but she couldn't give an answer). To everyone on the outside, we were the 'perfect couple', but how little they knew. Our families had kept us together..everyone was so nice, and got on really well, but they didn't realise how I was becoming 'an empty shell', I knew how much it would upset everyone if we split, but I had hit the proverbial wall, and couldn't take anymore. Enough was enough.

It was a Saturday, my wife was at work, and it was at this point I was walking my dogs, It was a hot summers day, I had taken my shirt off, and for a moment I completely forgot how shit my love life had become.. when in the distance I saw a drop dead gorgeous blonde walking her dog..and she took my breathe away. Mesmerised I watched her..her white dress, long flowing blonde hair gently moving in the warm summer breeze..it was like something out of a dream. She turned to leave the field, and before I could think..my legs were moving..then I was running...I had to catch up and speak with her. Something was pulling me to her like a magnet, and I couldn't stop it... I didn't want to stop it either. A sense of desperation enveloped me, and a feeling..I musn't let her walk away without speaking to her.

When I caught up with her, she really was a vision of lovliness. Beautiful green eyes and a gorgeous smile, that when combined with a little look sent shock waves straight to your pants.

I said Hi, and it traspired she only lived round the corner, and we had crossed paths 5 years before (just before i was about to get married), she remembered me.. We got chatting, talked about the dogs, and in too short an amount of time, she was home. My heart was ripping in two to leave.. I walked home, with only one thought on my mind..her.

I couldn't let this go..I had to do something about it. I quickly got home, stuck on a shirt, jumped in the car, and drove round to her house.. Now at this point I felt a bit like a stalker.. What the hell was I doing? what the hell was she gonna think? I took a deep breathe and knocked on the door. As soon as she answered, my heart was beating like I had just run the London marathon.. She was surprised, but was pleased..I could tell in her eyes.. She asked me in, and I confessed everything, how I felt, my current situation, how I felt irresistably drawn to her. She told me, she had seen me walking the dogs several times, and had fantisized about us.. cue instant erection. But although she was single..she would never be with a married man. With a heavy heart I left, but as I walked out the door she said that if I kissed her there would be no turning back. I turned to her..looking into her eyes..her amazng body..I was utterly helpless..and our lips met..they were so soft.. I could have died a happy man after just one kiss.

We met a few times to talk things through, and kiss..perfectly. Our tongues in complete harmony together in our mouths, rolling and caressing like a pair of professional dancers.

It was exactly 2 weeks later that I split from my wife. The upset it caused almost lead me to end my life. (The divorce was finally amicable and we are now on friendly speaking terms if we cross paths..but that is 5 years down the line..it was tough at the start).

It wasn't long before I found out that the hot blonde was a nymphomaniac, and we fucked each other everywhere, any place, anytime..and to say it was absolutely amazing sex is a bit of an understatement. Our bodies fitted perfectly. One day, we fucked each other all day long, with sleep breaks, she was amazing, and after she came for the 10th time, we lay there completely exhausted.

A far as my sex life was concerned, I had gone from one end of the scale to another. It was like a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted.. we both were. In this huge world..we were a perfect match sexually, (I believe if you take the best lover in the world and put them with someone who is ok..the you will only end up with ok sex, but get a perfect match..and it is animalistic and explosive).

A divorce takes time, the closeness of the two families, all the upset, and years of 'relationship' isn't easy to get over..an 'overlap' had occurred, and although my family accepted the new girl..she began to get obsessed about my previous marriage, and bring up my ex wife's name..alot. The cracks started to show, and we would have massive arguments..split up..get back togeher and fuck each others brains out..then repeat the cycle over and over again..for 2 years.

Finally, enough was enough, and I made the split for good.

I would have spent a lifetime with that girl..and even now, thoughts of her drift into my mind from time to time. I am happily married again to a beautiful brunette.. I think I have had enough of blonde's for this lifetime anyway....

So..was it a success..or a failure...maybe a bit of both in the end.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:27, 7 replies)

Could you perhaps...
...give me the nympho's number? Cough.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:31, closed)

hehehe
well she looks the spit of Savannah Gold, is just as dirty, and talks exactly the same. Only difference is Nympho's tits were real.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:44, closed)

*googles*
frickin awesome :)
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 14:28, closed)

This REALLY happened.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sat 12 Dec 2009, 12:56, closed)

fraid so.
It had to end, otherwise one of us would have killed the other one.
PS. Thanks for putting me on your 'Liars List', sadly, I don't deal in lies, and as much as it may irritate you, this was the real deal.. but hey, thanks for the recognition.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Mon 14 Dec 2009, 10:45, closed)

This car...
was it a Honda, by any chance?
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sun 13 Dec 2009, 0:17, closed)

haha no a shitty mondeo
One of my fondest memories of that car was driving her back from a meal out, and having to pull over beacause we couldn't wait to get back and fuck each other. Great car..lots of leg room.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Mon 14 Dec 2009, 10:48, closed)