I’m a married woman of 43, with two grown children in college. Last year, for the first time in my life, I found myself with time on my hands after the second child went out of town to university. My husband is an exporter of women’s clothes and travels a lot. He is usually on the road at least half the month or more. It wasn’t so bad when the kids were at home but when they left, I found myself getting very depressed and lonely.
I’d read about this happening to middle-aged women in magazines before but I never thought it would happen to me. To pass the time, I decided to start a rather complicated garden out back and it was during this time that I met my nextdoor neighbor, William. Of course, I’d waved and said hello to him for years, but somehow our families had never really been friendly. Then, last year, his wife died and we saw even less of him than before.
Well, one sunny afternoon I was out in the garden dressed only in a pair of shorts and halter top, planting a rose bush. This particular bush was full of thick thorns and inadvertently, I pricked my finger badly. I guess I cried out, because before I knew it, William was standing in front of me asking what was wrong. I know it seems silly, but he was so gently and kind, I broke down completely, throwing my arms around his neck and crying my heart out. The combination of loneliness and middle age desperastion was too much for me to bear.
William led me by the hand into the kitchen, sat me down and made me a cup of tea. He was so understanding, I think I fell in love with him that very minute. We talked for hours, telling each other everything about our lives. When it was time for William to leave, he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I had forgotten how thrilling sexual desire could be as my marriage bed was seldom used for pleasures of the flesh. I had never been unfaithful to my husband and I didn’t intent to start now after all these years.
Over the weeks, William and I discussed my feelings about sex and fidelity until, one night, he came up with a suggestion. He asked me if I had ever experienced anal sex. Of course, I said no. No one had ever suggested it to me, and I was quite naive. William explained that since my husband did not engage in anal sex with me, it wouldn’t be cheating if I had anal sex with William. I know the rationalization was kind of crazy but I really did want to go to bed with William. Without further ado, we went upstairs to my bedroom. William undressed me carefully, stopping to kiss my neck, my breasts, the insides of my thighs and he removed each piece of my clothes. Noticing that I was still scared and holding back, he suggested that we take a nice, hot shower together.
The feel of the water cascading down my body was wonderful, but the feel of William’s strong hands caressing every inch of me, washing me with soap, was even better. My nipples were hard as little rocks as he soaped my ample bosom, then dipped his fingers between the furry slit of my vagina to wash my crack. I was panting with lust as his thick middle finger found the tiny opening to my ass. He teased me like crazy, one hand rubbing my clitoris while the other massaged my asshole. Before I knew it, he had inserted half the length of his finger in my anus and I was bucking against his hand, pushing my ass downward until it had swallowed his entire digit. The feeling was so intensely pleasurable I couldn’t stop moaning for more.
Picking me up in his arms, he wrapped me in a large bath towel and carried me to the bed. He made me lay back, close my eyes and relax. Without warning I felt his tongue circle my anal opening and it made me quiver with want. Ooooh, it felt so good-I couldn’t wait to feel his penis deep inside me. As he licked me, he also inserted his middle finger again, getting me ready to receive his hardened prick. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began feeding me inch after inch of his meat, slipping into my ass easily and without pain. Soon I could feel his pubic hair against my cheeks. Holding my hips, he began to move in and out, slowly at first, then gathering momentum. It felt like my entire body was coming to orgasm at one time. Waves of heat washed over my pussy and ass as William fucked me long and hard. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked my tittie as his gorgeous cock speared my anus. Soon, we found a rocking pattern that suited us to a T. Bucking and moaning, we came together, both of us bathed in sweat of great sex.
Since that day, William and I meet for anal sex at least three times a week. I am dying to feel his sturdy cock inside my vagina but I’ve promised myself to be faithful to my husband in that hold! Also, my sex life with my mate has improved to the point where we now do it almost every night when he’s in town. I found myself flirting with my husband after being with William…and it seemed to do the trick!
So, what do you think ?