SLIGHTLY PLUMP AND MIDDLE-AGED, SHE STILL MAKES OUT FINE

I am a 55-year-old married woman with short dirty blonde hair, five feet five inches tall and 145 pounds. I’m slightly plump, but a lot of men seem to love my few extra pounds, which is the reason for this letter.

The first time it happened was about five years ago. My husband was working, as usual, and I was at a local home improvement store. I’d only been there for a few minutes when I noticed a young man following me around. He pretended to be browsing, but I soon realized he was checking me out. He was maybe 20 years old, and actually quite good-looking. I had stopped at this store intending to pick up a few minor items, and here I was thinking about picking up a guy not even half my age!

When I caught him checking me out for about the fourth time I smiled at him, causing him to blush furiously. I then began talking to him, and soon figured out what he wanted from me, though he was too shy to ask. It took a lot of flirting and teasing before he got up the nerve to come out with it.

Forty-five minutes later we were in a room at a cheap motel, and he had his arms around me, his hands on my butt as he kissed me. After that his hands traveled under my skirt to rub and caress my ass and legs.

He got me on the bed then, pulling my panties off, spreading my legs and eating my pussy like a pro, using his fingers and tongue in a well-choreographed endeavor to make me orgasm like crazy. He gave me his nice young cock to suck, and even got a little carried away, fucking my mouth till I choked, but he quickly apologized and we tried again, getting it right this time. After that this young man fucked me like a demon, doing me missionary, doggie-style and spoon fashion, filling my pussy and my mouth with healthy loads of sperm.

After that everything changed for me, as I realized that there was a huge group of young guys in this town who fantasized about sex with middle-aged women like me. Everywhere I looked I noticed young guys I’d never noticed before. And it’s amazing what a flash of cleavage, a smile and a little talk can do. Soon I had built up a little bit of a reputation among the young guys in my neighborhood.

I fucked a 19-year-old college student in his car one day while I was at the grocery store. He told a friend, and that friend told another friend, and that was all it took. One day I found myself being followed around the mall by three young guys. They then followed me out to the parking lot, where we struck up a conversation. One thing led to another, and I took each of them in turn into the back seat of my car, fucking them while the others stood looking on. Afterwards I made arrangements with them to come to my house when my husband wasn’t home, so they could all do me at once.

Of course my husband doesn’t know about any of this. And I don’t see any reason why he should. Do you?—Name and address withheld