Where to start this next instalment? It seems my new sex life always has new twists and turns. And whenever I think I am running out of options, exhausting my supply of horny young men, my luck changes and I have almost too many to choose from.
That's good since I still am expecting to end things with Matthew very soon. Not that our sex has not been amazing and fabulous. But I am being realistic since I know he is very happy with his new girlfriend. Cheating is not a problem for me but soon enough he will need to spend more time with her. Then I'll move on.
I don't yet have a boy ready to take his place. Maybe its better not to think of it like that. Of course I will miss Aaron -- his lovely body and his wonderful screwing. But each new boy is an adventure. Each one makes me nervous and horny and aching with anticipation. Its always a thrill to be on the hunt and to have that first time with a new young man.
Funnily enough I didn't feel so nervous for my first time with Adam and his impressive dick.
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Oh, but I must tell you about a little adventure I had recently. It just shows how strange my new sex life can be. One moment I think I will become celibate and the next moment I find myself with a good supply of men -- though not always good men, if you follow.
I went to a party on a recent Friday night. Really, I was there to support my friend and to pretend I was having a good time. After a hard week of working, I would have been happy to stay home with a bottle of wine. I found myself hoping that I'd have a couple ask me to go home for sex with them -- as happened to me once before. That would have been a relief to be rescued that way. Though I already had some sex adventures planned for the weekend.
One man I knew was a friend of my ex-husband. We'd never really spoken. He was very interested in me and I saw he wanted to start a conversation. I was not interested for several reasons. Only one of which was that he was a friend of my ex. He is kind of good looking but not the sort of man I'd get into bed for. And I remembered that he is married.
Eventually, I needed some fresh air. I went outside for some privacy at the side of the house, But I knew he was following me. I might have been annoyed but somehow I enjoyed being pursued. It was dark and the air was cool. I was a little more tipsy than was wise. And I was already having fun -- knowing what he was after. When he stood close, I didn't move or try to dissuade him.
"We've never really talked," he observed. "But you're looking great these days."
"Thank you. Being a single woman does that."
He smiled, being a little more tipsy than was wise. I knew that he wanted to screw me. The drink and his lust put him at a disadvantage. He was right to imagine I might be interested -- I did want sex but not with him. It was exciting to have control.
We made small talk, our voices low so we'd not be disturbed. He was making a play. I was happy to stay away from the party a while longer. His hand brushed my arm. Then my hand. I made no effort to move away and he became bolder.
"You don't have to be single tonight," he said confidently.
His arm slipped around my waist. He moved closer and I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. How strange to realise, at that moment, those smells have been missing from my young men.
We kissed then. It just happened. Like I say, I was more tipsy than was wise. I didn't even mind the taste of cigarettes since it turned out he is a good kisser -- older guys have had more time to learn. His stubble was rough against my skin but I liked that, too. When he put both arms around me, I relaxed and let him cradle my body. I knew we were both panting, turned-on just enough to go further. He kissed me again, deeper this time and I let him push his tongue into my mouth. It was fun to realise that he'd been lusting after me even when I was still with my husband
Like I say, he was tipsy and feeling confident. His hands slipped underneath my shirt. I wasn't wearing underwear that night, He discovered that as soon as he ran his hands higher -- reaching the bare flesh of my firm, shapely breasts.
"You feel better than you look," he murmured.
He has a dad bod -- not exciting at all. That didn't stop me enjoying his hands on my boobs. It was foolish but he seemed to know just how to fondle them. My nipples were hard and when he touched them I got those lovely shots of electricity through my body. Yes, he was turning me on. So I didn't resist when he lifted my shirt and exposed my boobs to the night air.
"You are so gorgeous," he breathed.
"I'm glad you like me," I replied, rather stupidly.
There I was, a woman in my late forties, standing outside a party with people I barely knew, my boobs out in the open while a married man groped and fondled me. It was crazy and I was loving it. It reminded me of my younger days but it was fun to have the experienced, confident hands of an older man exploring my body. We kissed again, this time me returning his passion. I was thrilled to feel his hands move around to my bum. Not many women my age have buns like mine. I hoped that he wouldn't discover my butt plug.
"Maybe we should go to your place," he suggested coolly.
I didn't dare answer. Maybe he took that as a good sign. I felt him getting more worked up. It wasn't just the drink, though that was helping us both. And when his mouth reached my boobs I couldn't hold in my moan of approval.
"Yeah, Maria," he growled. "I want you, too."
He kissed my boobs and closed his mouth over my left nipple. I'm not sure I ever met his wife so I don't know about her boobs. But he certainly approved of mine. He suckled me hard and I admit I enjoyed more of those little shocks through my body. My vag tingled nicely. I moaned softly, hoping he would not hear me.
I had to take a quick look around. What if we were discovered? Truly, it was exciting to have my boobs out in the open like that. Like letting a boy grope me in the back of in his car. Except that he wasn't a boy. It was almost a new experience, and kind of fun, to feel his stubble scratching my skin and glimpse his greying hair in the gloom. The important thing was how aroused this guy was making me feel. My hands needed to get busy.
I think I was panting as hard as he was by then. Pushing him back against the tree, I slipped my hand down to his crotch. Even in the dark, the look on his face was priceless. A nice bulge was waiting for me. Oh yes, my lovely boobs had done the trick once again. Just like with my young men, I knew I was in charge and easily undid his pants. I didn't expect much but - as women know -- sometimes you just have to find out.
My hand slipped down the front of his pants and I did not have to search. A nice lump of meat is easy to find and he was already well on his way to a lovey, full erection. Naturally, I slipped lower, feeling his dick swelling in my hand as I curled my fingers around him.
"Fuck, yes..." he breathed to me.
