Hubby leaves her to do what she wants, and she finds fun!

My husband and I led a pretty conventional life for most of our marriage. We raised a family and did all the traditional things families do. We took vacations together, celebrated holidays and birthdays, and eventually enjoyed our grandchildren. We married young, and our children did the same, so now I am actually a grandmother at the tender age of 51.

Wes, my husband, always tells me that I’m sexier now than I was when we first married. I’ve worked very hard at trying to live a healthy life and keeping myself fit with exercise and eating right. I do feel sexy, and love my tight figure. It’s all been worth it, since I can say that even at 51 I still attract the attention of other men.

One night Wes and I decided to go dancing at a new nightclub that had just opened up. I was really dressed up, and at Wes’s request I had gone without a bra. I felt quite free and naughty. At the club we took seats at the bar and ordered drinks. I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed how my nipples were poking out against the material of my dress. I thought I looked very sexy, and even felt myself becoming aroused.

There was a nice mix of young and older people at the club, and some of the women were rather scantily dressed. The more I looked at their provocative outfits, the more overdressed I felt.

At one point Wes suggested that I open a few more buttons on my skirt. I was wearing a mid-length black skirt with buttons on one side, up to the hip. I thought I already had too many open, but at his insistence I gave in. I went to the ladies’ room and opened three more. It made a big difference; I was showing a lot of leg, and I liked how slutty I felt.

My feelings were reinforced as I walked back to the bar and noticed several men watching and staring as I passed. One gentleman stood in my way, asking if he might buy me a drink. I politely declined, saying I needed to get back to my husband, to which he responded that my husband was a very lucky man. I think I actually blushed.

By the time I got back to Wes I felt as though I was on display for all to see. It was thrilling. Wes could see that I was in a giddy mood, and he asked if I was okay. After I explained myself he cocked his head, smiled and asked just how slutty I felt. Intrigued, I responded that I felt just slutty enough to do something very daring, even dirty. Perhaps even one of the things he and I had fantasized about.

Wes and I, to keep things hot in the bedroom, would often talk about the imaginary things we’d like to do, either together or separately. One thing that always got us both turned on was the fantasy of my stepping out on my own one night and taking a stranger to bed. We would talk about how this stranger would wildly tear at my clothes and take me any way he wished. This scenario would get us both crazy, and we’d fuck to exhaustion. Of course these things were just fantasies, but they kept things lively.

Now Wes got up from his stool, kissed me on the lips, and told me to have a good time and that he’d wait up for me. I grabbed his hand and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing.

“Sweetheart, you’re a gorgeous, seductive woman,” Wes said. “The men here are salivating at the chance to get next to you. I want you to explore, to have fun. Let that naughty, kinky side of you run free. Have fun, then come home and let me hear all about it. Wherever tonight might take you, go with it! I love you. See you home.” And with that he patted my ass, kissed my cheek and left me there.

I was stunned and didn’t know what to think. Not that I had much of a chance to think, as one second after Wes walked away, along came someone to sit in his place and start talking me up. And he was followed by others.

I soon found myself flirting and enjoying myself. Some men got a little too forward for my liking, and I told them to hit the bricks, but one or two struck my fancy, and I danced with them till the wee hours. It was an unusual experience, but one I enjoyed very much.

One of the guys who wouldn’t leave my side was named Lou. He was a well-dressed, clean-shaven business exec type who seemed to be throwing around a lot of cash. Many attractive women tried to get his attention from time to time, but though he was polite to them, he would always just continue talking to me as if we were the only two people in the room. I can tell you that I got a lot of dirty looks from these women, and at one point I told Lou that I thought I’d have to watch my back or I’d get into a catfight.

“They’re just jealous because they can’t look half as good as you,” he told me. I thanked him, and then announced that it was getting late and I was going to have to be going. Lou begged me to let him take me home. I accepted his offer, and off we went.

In the parking lot he stopped me and asked me if it would be okay to kiss me. When I hesitated for a second I guess he decided to do it anyway, because he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him with such force that my boobs were crushed up against his chest as his lips found mine. He kissed me so hard and so intensely that my head was spinning. It was amazing, actually—not only the kiss itself, but the fact that here I was, a married woman, kissing a stranger in a parking lot with my husband’s blessing!

One thing led to another, and before I knew it Lou had pulled me behind his car, bent me over the hood and pushed my skirt up and over my ass in seconds. His hands felt wonderful on my ass, grabbing my cheeks through my panties and spreading them apart. It was something out of a porn movie: the dirty alley, the even dirtier girl—and that girl was me!

I got right into character. I moaned out his name and begged him to fuck me. Lou, not missing a beat, ripped apart my damp panties, which made my pussy twitch with delight. His fingers were in me, spreading me open. I was so wet I could hear how sloppy my pussy was. Lou told me he loved a well-oiled cunt, so he could slip his cock right in. He then proceeded to do just that. I hadn’t even realized his pants were down. Actually they weren’t down; he had just pulled his cock out of his fly and rammed my pussy. It felt exhilarating! I was taken to new heights, bent over that hood with my ass exposed for anyone walking by to see, and I fucking loved it!

Lou did the deed and shot his load into my hot pussy. I didn’t come, but I’d had a nice hot fucking that got me incredibly turned on. All I wanted at that moment was for Lou to get me home so I could jump my husband’s bones while telling him everything that had just happened. And that’s what I did.

Lou asked for my number when he dropped me off, and I gladly gave it to him. Then I got out of his car and walked through my front door, horny for my husband.   There he was in the living room, his dick already out and up, as though it knew what was coming.

I wasted no time with formalities. I ripped my top off and pulled my skirt up to my hips, where it had been when Lou fucked me. I had no idea where my panties were, and I didn’t care. I walked straight over to my husband, straddled the arms of his chair and sank my sloppy pussy right down on his throbbing cock while moaning into his ear about what a bad, dirty girl I was.

Wes said something about how wet I was, and I told him that was because my pussy was full of Lou’s load. This really got him going. Without missing a beat, he lifted me up, holding onto my ass cheeks, then placed me on my back in the chair and proceeded to bang the hell out of my stretched twat.

I could feel my orgasm approaching and I knew it was going to be a big one. My stomach started to tighten, my clit to throb, and I could not control my panting and moaning. When it hit I bucked upwards, meeting my husband’s heavy thrusts, and suddenly he was screaming out like a wild man. Then, for the second time that night, my pussy was filled to overflowing with jism. It was such an incredible feeling!

As we calmed down Wes asked me if I had truly enjoyed myself with Lou, and I told him it had been great. Now we’re incorporating this adventure into our lovemaking. We’re also talking about Wes watching me with another man, but I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that yet. Of course I didn’t need much adjustment time before letting Lou fuck me, so who knows? He does have my number!

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