Turning 50 could have been a trauma, but she made it a turning point

Like most women, I dreaded turning 50. But unlike most women, I decided I would do something about it: reinvent myself! In the months before the dreaded day I worked out like a maniac, dropping nearly 30 pounds and getting in the best shape of my life. I was amazed at how much energy I had. I felt 20 years younger, and my outlook on life improved vastly. I was actually happy when my birthday rolled around!

The company I work for held its annual kickoff party at an upscale hotel this year. I decided this would be the perfect time to debut my “new self.” I got really made up, with a new hairstyle as well as an expensive dress that showed off my new figure, displaying way more leg and cleavage than I ever had. Examining myself in the mirror, I wasn’t merely satisfied, I felt truly proud.

Since my husband was out of town on business, I ended up going stag. I was nervous at how my new self would go over with coworkers, but as soon as I arrived I was overwhelmed by atten­tion from male colleagues, many of whom had rarely said more than hello to me. I soon found being the center of attention intoxicating. I even flirted a little, tentatively at first, but once I saw how the men reacted, I stepped it up until I was more than a bit shameless.

I was invited to dance, which I love. With my newfound energy I found it easy to keep up despite being kept almost continuously on the dance floor, going from partner to partner. I noticed that over time hands began brushing against me in intimate areas. I was having such a good time, I said nothing. I just basked in the ­attention. Six months earlier few of the men would have even looked at me, let alone gone for a grope.

Eventually I found myself spending the majority of my time with two men from the shipping department, Des and Pablo. While they were very handsome and charming, the most fascinating thing about them was that they were half my age! I couldn’t believe that men so young would be interested in spending time with me. I laughed and enjoyed their company in a way that I had never experienced. I didn’t even mind it when the guys began stroking my body real­ly intimately. On the contrary, I was more aroused than I’d felt in years.

After a while Des suggested continuing the party in a hotel room they had booked. It was clear what would happen if I went with them, and part of my mind reminded me that I was a married woman and had never cheated on my husband. Then again, no one had ever tried to get me to cheat on him! Not only that, but it was two young, handsome studs at the same time. The idea was so thrilling, I couldn’t say no. The next thing I knew I was on the way to their room.

They didn’t waste time. As soon as we entered, their hands were all over me, peel­­ing off my clothing until I was naked, with their eyes devouring me. With my new body I reveled in their attention. They led me to the bed and began devouring me with their mouths, alternating between sucking on my tits and eating my pussy. I was wild with excitement.

The guys took off their clothing, and my eyes were riveted—not just to their fit bodies, but to their large endowments. My husband is average, so I was a little wary at taking on cocks so large, but my hesitation disappeared when Des got on top and began to sink that monster in me. I had no idea big cocks felt so wonderful. It slipped in inch by inch, stretching my pussy in ways I never imagined.

When Des was plunged in to the hilt, he began to fuck me, far more enthusiastically than my husband ever did, which aroused me further. I began thrusting my hips up to meet his. He picked up on my eagerness and said if I wanted it so bad, he was happy to oblige, and began pounding the hell out of me. I had never been taken like that, and had just erupted in climax when Des grunted and blasted inside me. As soon as Des got off me, Pablo took his place, picking up where his friend had left off banging my brains out. I came again as he filled me with his load.

I don’t know if it was from my working out, the eroticism of the situation or a combination, but I was hornier than I’d ever been. I began sucking on the guys’ cocks like a starving woman, eager to get them hard so they could fuck me again. While I sucked off Des, he said I was the most eager cocksucker he’d ever seen, and he bet I wanted to go all night. I deep-throated over half his rod in agreement.

Once the guys were hard again, Pablo got on his back on the bed, cock pointed upward, and I mounted him eagerly and rode him like my life depended on it. While I did, I was vaguely aware of Des leaving the room, but the ride I was giving Pablo monopolized my attention. He soon came again, but remained plenty hard.

I ­noticed Des reappear. He moved up behind me and spread my ass cheeks, then nudged his cock up against my back door. This was new territory for me. I had never been done in the ass. Then again, everything was new to me tonight, so I figured, why not?

I did my best to relax as Des muscled his way slowly in my backside. Once he was all the way in, it felt ­really good, and when he started moving back and forth, it got even better. And when Pablo started thrusting in me as well, it was the most incredible feeling in my life. I went wild. The guys commented on how I handled two cocks better than any woman they had fucked and I was the hottest piece of ass they had ever had. The feeling was totally mutual. They were the hottest guys I had ever had.

The guys seemed to last forever, but finally popped within a minute of one another. Pablo slid out from under me, and Des pulled out of my backside, leaving my ass pointed upward.

I was surprised to feel hands pry my cheeks apart and another hard cock thrust in my rear. I looked over my shoulder and saw four more guys, who I recognized as Des and Pablo’s coworkers in shipping. So that’s what Des was doing during his absence! Well, I’d agreed that I wanted to fuck all night, and since these studs were all about the same age as Des and Pablo, I figured they were up to it.

That was how I came to ­experience my first gang bang. Cocks were in me nonstop, usually more than one at a time. I never imagined sex could be so carnal and exhilarating. I lost track of everything other than getting fucked, and at some point I literally passed out from the pleasure.
I woke up in the morning exhausted but delighted. While the guys were gone, I discovered they had left messages on my phone saying they would be happy to repeat the experience anytime I liked. I sent them all replies saying I would be happy to meet them again—that night! And we did. That night and every night until my husband got back.

Now when you fuck half a department, word spreads, and I soon found myself being hit on constantly at work, enough so I actually got to pick and choose which guys to fuck. It was fun for a while, but then I ­realized I’d created an out-of-control workplace situation, and as soon as I could find another job, I left.

I don’t regret anything, though. It was an incredible experience. I’ve learned to take advantage of my new self with more discretion and control, so I’m really reaping the benefits now.

—Name and address withheld