Hi, I'm Belinda, a caucasian woman who resides just outside Miami Florida. I was once married for twenty years to a man, Jeff, who was my high school sweetheart.
We started dating at sixteen both of us, as far as I know, were virgins. At least I know I was. We got married at twenty years of age after being together for four years. I very much wanted children, he coming from a very dysfunctional family, was dead set against it, so it is a pleasure I did not and will not ever experience.
Things between us were hot and heavy for years but somewhere our sex life, unlike his face and cock, went south. I was very confused but will admit that I blamed myself for gaining weight and getting out of shape as the most probable cause. I knew I was far cry from what I once was, which was a very hot five foot ten and curvaceous hundred and fifty pound body. I once received many compliments and drew comparisons of being a lookalike to a fellow Italian Sophia Loren.
Jeff who use to love on me all the time, pulled away dramatically, not wishing or seemingly wanting sex. We had not made love in over six years and were growing further apart to the point of sleeping in separate rooms.
I have always been highly sexed and very orgasmic, masturbating alone in bed when a perfectly good cock and mouth was living with me, seemed a terrible waste. I decided to lose the weight and bring back the body I once had and save my marriage.
After a year of diet, long fast paced walks and aerobics classes, I was once again receiving the Sophia comparisons and compliments. I look hot maybe even hotter than what I once was, now proud of my looks yet nothing with regard to desire coming from my husband. Believe me I tried. I had a whole new wardrobe of tight fitting low cut, high cut sexy outfits and a lot of spandex.
Men at work were hitting on me all the time. It would not be an exaggeration to say men of all ages and everywhere, even with me wearing a wedding band, were doing their best to seduce me. A coworker made comment as to my dramatic transformation, stating that I went from a eight to a ten. "Very hot" is how he put it and I knew it to be true but my desire was with the only man I loved and ever did love, that of Jeff.
I decided to take control of the situation by greeting Jeff at the front door when he got home in nothing more than stilettos. My plan was to drop to my knees and suck him hard and then guide him into our bedroom and have him fuck my brains out, just like old times.
I was so excited nervously so as his car pulled up the drive, fully nude my nipples so hard they could cut glass in anticipation of his opening that door. When he did enter the house, instead of ravishing me as I hoped, he stood there saying "I knew this day was coming" and then confessed that he was gay and had a gay lover for over eight years and he wanted a divorce. Which he ultimately got.
I was crushed with a realization that I had lived a lie for over twenty four years! Not just that but I had been making love to a man who wanted another man and not I. I always put him and his wants first, going as far as denying the joy of having children! I was terribly, terribly hurt and still am to this day.
I'm not ashamed to say that my mindset change dramatically. I became a wanting slut and proudly so. I took out my revenge first with opening my mouth and pussy to all his hetero friends, golf buddies and employees, fucking and sucking their brains out. He hated it and was very upset but my mindset was, fuck you Jeff. I have nothing against homosexuals but to have him make me live a lie of the worst kind, and in what many would say was the prime of my life, I was not going to excuse. He was really upset when I fucked his business partner Mark, whom I knew wanted to fuck me for years even before I got back in shape.
One Friday evening I showed up at a bar that many of his employees attended religiously at the end of the work week. Three invited me to their table, drinks were flowing and that night I had a wonderful threesome with two of them at the closest hotel. Yes my body count was growing but I had some catching up to do.
My preference however, became much younger men no older than twenty-nine, if that. My realization of this preference, came while in line at a horror house on Halloween. A young group of men at the back of the line saw myself and my friends approaching. They elbowed each other to look back at us coming up behind them. As with every man that day who saw my costume, I dressed as a whore, they longingly gazed at my costume, or better put, the lack there of. They stared intensely at my cleavage and large "D" cup breasts which I struggled to have stay in my corset. My short leather skirt with a slit up the side, and my garters and fishnet stockings drew much attention as well.
I addressed their actions and stares by pushing my tits together with my hands and saying, "You like boys?" They all uncomfortably answered in the affirmative, "Yes, yes, very nice!"
The two girlfriends I was with were also dressed as ladies of the evening but with the classic mom bodies. Let's say they certainly weren't attracting the same attention and the reactions that were directed my way.
I flirted a bit with the young men five in all, asking their ages. They appeared to be quite young and looked at each other before answering. Two of them said they were eighteen with two others stating nineteen and one allegedly claiming twenty one. They were real gentleman allowing me to enter the horror house before them, separating me from my friends. I thought it cute. I took full advantage and decided to pour on my feminine wiles in the form of being the weak woman looking for protection in their manly arms.
Whenever I was startled or scared or feigned to be, I would quickly jump into the arms of one or several of the young men. They loved it. At one point I screamed and grabbed the shortest young man, pulling his head and burying his face into my cleavage. I repeated acts like this with each throughout the tour. It didn't go unnoticed by me that an obvious growth spurt was happening in their crotch areas.
