This one is a short-form story for those readers that get tired of me waffling on!
It may be a one-off or may have a sequel in time if people are interested.
It is inspired by a picture I saw of a startlingly sexy 'mature' woman.
My thanks to her!
Out on her own
Pam didn't feel overly self-concious about her pleasure as she looked at herself in the changing-room mirror. She could never be mistaken for a teenager again but she could still look pretty darned good for a lady in her fifties. Some of it was good genes, some of it was looking after herself and keeping fit, some of it was knowing how to dress to accentuate the positive as the old song said.
Her husband certainly didn't seem to have any complaints. Not to judge by last night anyway. She giggled to herself. John's hair-line might have retreated a bit but he was still the strong, tall, dark and handsome man she had married. She had no complaints either.
They'd always made a good team - building a life together and then raising their children. They were all out of the nest now - even if a couple were still at College. Now was the time a couple could have a little more time for themselves, to follow their own desires. Well that was the idea anyway. Their jobs didn't always agree to play ball on that. Pam was a third-grade school teacher and John worked in the emergency services. It felt good to be married to her own personal hero but it did mean that hero was ALWAYS on call.
That tied in to what she was doing here. Weekends together were precious - not least because John was often on duty or an a training course. Which made it doubly frustrating that on a weekend he was free she had been deputed to attend this modern education seminar. Making sure that their upstate school remained at the cutting edge. At least that was the theory - she knew from experience that it was more about ticking boxes for the school administrators.
Not that she didn't enjoy travel. She just wished John was there with her. It was good to have a change of location and see some new sights now and then. She giggled to herself again. Just thinking about that had flashed a vision into her mind. He was attending the same seminar with his wife. Pam might be 50 but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate just how gorgeous this young man was. He was maybe 30 with a beautiful smile and a body that was muscular and athletic. Just her sort - tall, dark and handsome. Well, 'dark' didn't really do him justice...
She giggled to herself again. Perhaps it was as well John wasn't there or he would have been teasing her again. She knew he had always been proud of having her as a wife and it made her feel good. Sometimes, though, he could be very naughty. He'd talk about a very handsome man they'd met. Suggest the guy had been hitting on her. Say how he knew how much the man had been jealous of him for having so lovely a wife. It didn't help that, for all her protestations, she secretly loved it. A woman liked to know she was desirable. It made her feel good, it made her feel hot. And John knew it.
Their sex life was pretty good but they had been together a long time. That extra little spark just helped keep the fires burning, helped keep things hot and heavy. John would sometimes pretend to be someone else, one of her many supposed admirers, or he'd make a big point of the fact that he was claiming her back from them. Proving that she didn't need to stray - that he was man enough for her needs.
Which he was. There was no way she would ever even think of straying in real life. She'd always been secure in that despite all his teasing. Until he'd thought up his latest little tease. She didn't know how he'd hit on it - had it been luck or had he guessed. There always had been a certain sort of African-American that she had found very attractive. Not that she'd ever done anything about it of course.
She knew that no man could ever replace John. It was utterly inconceivable that she would ever contemplate an affair with another man like him. However, there was that sneaky place in the back of her mind that said that a Black man would be different. He wouldn't be replacing John - he would be complementing John. She knew if she was 20 years younger and that gorgeous Black man at the seminar had made a move for her then it would have been awfully difficult to resist. And it would have been John's fault...
John had found a porn actress who didn't exactly look like her but who was close enough. Definitely a mature woman with an athletic body and long dark hair. Even some similarities in their faces. She had never been a prude and they had used a little porn before to keep things interesting. So they had watched a few of this actress' scenes - John had urged her to imagine being where the actress was, doing what the actress was. Playing out the scenarios - always ending in a really good fucking. Both on the video and in her own bed!
Which was easy to handle until THAT evening, the one she could vividly remember. The first time he had brought home an interracial video featuring their favourite actress. The first time he had urged her to imagine herself as part of that scene. The fact she had had a few glasses of wine hadn't helped - which was to say it HAD helped. She had got a little bit carried away and John had REALLY enjoyed his evening. From then on he'd loved to tease her about 'her Black lovers' or suggest she was on the hunt for 'big Black cock.' He'd even worn a Black condom and asked her to imagine it was a Black man fucking her. She knew why he did it - he knew the reaction he would get from her. Knew how good the sex would be.
From then on she hoped that the next scene he introduced her to would also be interracial. It was then an easy step to going looking herself. To finding the scenes John hadn't dared show her. Her actress with more than one man or in kinkier scenes. Then she found the scene of her actress with five big men, all Black. That one she had to download, that one she found she could watch over and over. Not that she would ever think of doing anything like that - but it was some serious fantasy fuel for those nights when John was away on a course.
Talking of fantasies - Pam found herself thinking about the gorgeous young African-American at the seminar again. She'd noticed his wife was with him. She didn't blame her. If he was hers she'd be worried about letting him out on his own too! They made an amazing couple.
Pam snapped her mind back to the business at hand. She had promised her husband a treat when she got back. He had a serious thing for stockings and lingerie so she was on a little shopping trip for him. It was always good to know how turned on she could still get him after all these years.
She appraised herself in the mirror again. If she knew her John, and believe me she did, then he was going to love this little number. It was a 'definite' to put alongside the 'probables' and the 'possibles'.
Pam bought three outfits and matching accessories but decided that she had time to check out the shoes too. She had just requested to try on a par of delicious heels when it happened.
"Oh I love this store too - and my husband is a real enthusiast if you catch my meaning. Found something really good?"
Pam almost jumped out of her skin and turned to see the African-American young woman she had noticed earlier. "I think so. I wanted to take advantage of coming down here. You can try on so many styles..." Her voice trailed off.
The Black woman gave her a little wink. "Besides its fun - and when we get it right our husbands make it worth our while. Am I right?" She gave a musical little giggle.
Pam was extremely aware of who this woman's husband was. That gorgeous Black guy. The woman was so lucky. The moment the thought entered her head Pam felt guilty about it. Poor John - she hadn't meant it that way. He and this woman's husband were 20 years and a whole world apart. It didn't really seem like making a true comparison. John was sexy too - just in a totally different way.
