Passion at My Age : Part I

I suppose a woman my age is supposed to start this story obviously as descent as expected, and in a way, my story did started that way. Girl meets guy, girl falls for guy, and they get married, great life, and great sex, right? Not exactly. I met my husband Greg in college and he was a good catch according to my family, tall, well-studied, descent and very sweet. My family has always been known to be kind to others, and much of example. Ever since I was a little girl I remember learning about values, manners, “acting like a lady” and all that nonsense. I married Greg a virgin just like my family expected and so did Greg, I remember our honeymoon was magical, then after years things went a little wrong. I’ve been married to him for 20 years, I’m 44 and my sex life has never been better. Not thanks to Greg.

Is strange why I did, and felt the way I did. When I was a teenager and met Greg, I was shy and quiet, all the boys were after me but they and I both knew I was too “smart” for them. When I met Greg he seemed descent enough to fit my category but just a couple of years ago I started to feel like a teenager again. Call me mean, but Greg just doesn’t satisfy me in bed anymore, don’t get me wrong he is good in bed but… I’m just not satisfied. What am I missing? What do I need? Greg is sweet to me but why isn’t that enough? To my surprise as much as people think the older you get the wiser you get also, my answer to my bed problems came from someone much younger.

I was late to work, well not that late only 10 minutes late but I always been known for arriving at work extra early. That’s me, extra-early, extra-descent, extra-educated, extra-cultured, almost perfect. But this day it wasn’t a extra-day, I found myself taking the 8:25 AM bus instead of the 8:10 AM, and there was I paying my fare, moving to the back of the bus so I can find a seat so I could manage my to-do list in my blackberry. Suddenly I notice someone turning their head quite often, towards me actually, I noticed he was young so I didn’t pay attention. The bus arrived at the train station and the boy who started at me suddenly held the doors of the subway so I’ll catch it. I looked at him to say thank you and that’s when I noticed he had a very cute face and a nice smile, despite his very loud and graphic look, he was not bad-looking. That night Greg and I made love, that’s how He calls it I don’t recall ever hearing him say “have sex”. When he finished I waited until he fell asleep, then I went to the living room once again after “making love” unsatisfied.

My brain started seeking answers, something, anything that could help me stop feeling this urge, this pulse, this unfulfilled passion; that’s when I felt like a teenager again, and I did the unthinkable to me: I found myself with my hands caressing my nipples, I lied to myself saying it won’t go on further than that, but my nipples reacted getting hard, so I couldn’t stop myself any longer and I decided to experiment. My body is a little fuller than when I was younger therefore making my breasts bigger, being able to grab them, I took one of them and I sucked on it, while I pinched my other, I caressed my body. My breasts, my neck, my stomach, my legs, the closer I got to my pussy the more wet it got, but I didn’t know what to think about, what to fantasize about, as soon as my fingers touched my clit, my mind immediately imagined the tongue of the boy in the bus in my clit, I ran my fingers up and down my pussy as I noticed it getting wet and more wet, suddenly I decided to put one finger in, my whole body tingled as I imagined his head between my legs, putting his tongue in my pussy, while I played with my breasts, I couldn’t hold it anymore I thought about his hard dick in my pussy as I jammed two fingers in and stroke myself so fast my t-shirt was wet with sweat, my panties were soaked, and my orgasm was near, I tried to slow down but I wanted more until I came so hard I had to bit my lips so I wouldn’t wake up my husband. The next day I was late, only this time on purpose.

I waited for the bus, impatiently. When it arrived I got on and I looked everywhere for him, when our eyes met, I smiled but embarrassed, I quickly turned away and sat as far away from him as possible. Days went by and months and now I wasn’t so extra anymore I started arriving to work not late but not as early as usual also, just so I could catch him on the bus; he always looked at me, his eyes filled with lust, he would look at me every time I got on from head to toe, pretending he wasn’t looking at me but I knew, and I loved it. I started noticing that he got off a stop before me on the train and every time he got off I noticed his strong legs and ass. Sometimes when he didn’t noticed I would look at him over my book and squeeze my legs so I can rub my clit a little and fantasize, that’s all I did, fantasize with him during the day and then masturbate to it at night. He became the main character in my fantasies I imagined him all those nights doing me from behind, in every position possible, which were few since Greg was good but not creative.

One night, one lucky night after months of almost getting tired of only fantasies I was coming from work super late, I leaned my head on the window so I could try to sleep, and then I noticed someone walking outside, and I thought to myself: “who would walk this late?” as I tried to look at the face of the moron I noticed it was him! The one I fantasize day and night. I rang the bell to get off at the next stop, as I got off the bus I didn’t know what to do. He would obviously pass by any second and then what? Luckily there was a deli nearby and I went in, bought a soda and waited, it seemed hours and he didn’t passed by, I thought to myself that maybe he lives somewhere where he was walking but I knew he was already on the bus when in the mornings so he must live further down my house and my house was a couple of blocks down. I decided to go outside and go home and as I started walking I noticed that he was on the opposite sidewalk ahead of me, I quickly crossed hoping he wouldn’t notice. I felt like a teen again I can’t believe I was doing this, as I got closer I passed him quickly hoping he would say something noticing me, as I passed him my heart almost stopped when I heard him said in a cheery tone: “hey I know you!”

We talked, I have to admit I was planning of not being so easy but he insisted to walk me home since he said that “ a woman this beautiful shouldn’t be by herself this late at night.” He was smooth, in a corny way, he complimented my outfit, my smile, and my eyes. I wanted him to notice me not by those things but by the same way I noticed him, in a sexual way, his arms, his ass, his lips, his tongue, and even if I didn’t see it yet… his cock. We talked about each other likes and dislikes, but our conversation wasn’t that loose by my side, I talked to him as if he was my son and, well, he could be.

When we arrived to my house I was disappointed on how my huge effort when nowhere, as I turned towards my door he asked me: “you live alone?” “no, I live with my husband” I answered, suddenly the conversation got interesting, “you know, I’ve noticed you in the bus a lot of times and I have to admit more than once I considered your husband very lucky” my heart was pounding and I wanted to hear more, so I insisted on “in what way do you mean?” I said. “well pardon my straight forwarding, but you are a very attractive woman, I’m sure he treats you very well in all ways including intimately” I know I was supposed to act surprised and offended but I wanted to hear more but I hated the fact that he was so nice it reminded me of Greg so I got turned off and in frustration I said: “if you refer to me and my husband’s sex life that is not of your business, a woman my age doesn’t care about that no longer, and as for me it takes more than my husband or some brat like you to please me” as I turned towards the door once again a little regretful I said those things he said in a very different tone, “so WHAT pleases you?” I turned and I saw him again, the same way he looked at me at the bus, lustful with desire in his stare, I couldn’t resist and I answered him, “I haven’t met someone to help me find that out” I noticing I was walking towards him, I don’t know why but I did when he was closed to me he stared at my lips and said so soft as if he was scared of saying it, but glad he did “would you like to?” “What can a man your age find so attractive in a woman my age?” I replied. “so many things,” he said “you see, age doesn’t matter, as long as you’re sexy, and trust me YOU my lady are VERY sexy.”

I suddenly felt a rush going through my spine I felt my adrenaline kicking in I started getting closer to him and asked: “what’s so sexy about me? and please include all the details” he got closer to me and placed his hand very lightly on my face “your face is sweet, your lips are so thick and red…” I was already turned on, so I didn’t want to hear what I could get from my husband, I interrupted and said “please don’t be sweet, cause then that means you want a relationship, and if you want one I can’t give it to you cause I’m married tell me what you really want from me and maybe… I can give it to you.” He moved his hand to my lower back I placed my hands on the back of his nick and that gave him the confidence to come clean, well actually dirty which is what I wanted. “let me clarify what I meant…” he said “you have gorgeous hair that I want to pull as I fuck you from behind, you have a face that would look so good to cum all over, lips that beg to suck my cock, breasts that I want to grab while I pound you from behind, you think you’re too old for this but your body by age maybe has the curves that make so hard you have such thick hips that beg me for me to grab them as I fuck you in the ass…” he said all those things so fast and close to my ear I realized my nipples were hard against his chest, I looked up and kissed him.

We kissed and that was enough for me to get turned on, plus everything that he said sounded so good, he kissed me and I pulled him towards the house, he placed his hands on my ass and caressed my back, as we got to the door I remember my husband was probably sleeping upstairs so we went to the side of the house, as he put me against the wall he ran his hands on my breasts and played with them as he kissed me, he didn’t kiss me like Greg he kissed me as if he was going to choke me with his tongue, which it was so strong I got reminded of my fantasies of him giving me head, he examined my shirt and in a couple of seconds it was pulled down, he started at my breasts as they dropped from my unhooked bra, they were soft and he grabbed them so hard I moaned with pleasure, he sucked on them and semi-bit my nipples, then he kissed me again, while he did I noticed on my lap his hard cock, I reached for it and rubbed it until it became even harder, but then I stopped, frozen as I notice he was rubbing my pussy, it felt so good I stayed lost in all the wave of feelings, it felt so good, he rubbed my clit with his fingers as my pants got more wet, suddenly my pleasure made me reached for his cock I rubbed it so it’ll be hard, I craved it, he noticed so he started unzipping his pants he stood up and moaned as I pulled his hard cock out, it was so hard I thought it was going to explode but as I jerked him it got bigger, then he started licking and spitting on my cleavage, at the beginning I didn’t understood why but then he told me to get on my knees, I did, a little scared but he grabbed my tits and played with them so good he made me get loose then he placed his hard cock between my tits and started pumping away.

Then I learned what “titty-fucking” is. I loved every inch of his cock between my breasts; I licked the head of his cock every time it thrust forward. I never gave head but he obviously wanted me to, and to be honest I wanted to, as I grabbed his cock to blow him I heard a door open, suddenly I freaked out, I noticed my husband could have gotten up, I noticed we were in the open, I noticed anybody could have seen us, I noticed we could have gotten caught, I noticed what I was doing was crazy. I got up, dressed myself quickly and told him to go home. He was scared also but insisted me to relax, he grabbed me by the waist and suddenly everything was calm again. “just relax” he said as he zipped his pants, I wanted to fuck him but where we were there was no way I could so I told him to go home as I walked into the house. When I realized that I didn’t got caught, Greg was sleeping and everything seemed fine, I sat at the sofa and played with myself thinking about him. I came three times.

The following day I got up earlier than my alarm, I struggled with the thought of going to the bust time late to catch him or not , I decided to go, since I did like our night. I dressed up this time I looked a little sexier, I put on something tighter to show off my curves, I’m a woman of age but I still have my a small waist but my breasts, hips and ass got bigger, but they still hold shape, I been told that I have a cute face that comes out better with make-up, I putted on a red lipstick to show off my lips, mascara to compliment my eyes and I straighten my hair, I went to the bus and as I got in he was sitting right in the front not in the back as usual he said he was waiting for me, as I sat next to him I was expecting something like “you look amazing” or “you look beautiful” but to my delighted surprised he said: “those clothes look so good on you I want to take them off!” I smiled and I placed my head on his shoulder. “I have a proposition,” he said, I looked up and smiled. “how about you and I take a sick day?” it was brilliant! I don’t know how or why I didn’t think of it, I guess because I’m a workaholic, normally I wouldn’t do this but I wanted to fuck him so bad, we both called our jobs and bullshitted about some stomach virus we got off the bus immediately and went to my house.

Normally I would do this thing in a bed that.s the only place I would have sex but this situation for me it wasn’t normal, it was wild, hott, and demanding. As soon as the door opened and closed behind us I kissed so hard, our tongues were wrestling eachother, I tasted his mouth, I ran my hands down his back, I kissed those lips, and then I began to feel it again… the urge, the demending pleasure of finally letting all my fantasies go wild. I remember his strong hands grabbing my ass, he smacked it once and then ran his other hand between my legs, I gasped for air as I got excited for feeling my pussy getting wet, he continued rubbing me so good I started moaning louder and louder. I took off his shirt and then he almost ripped mine’s a my breasts, victims of age, dropped down bouncing, he looked at them with desire and grabbed them as he sucked on my nipples. My moaning started more, my pussy more wet, my desires growing, and he continued to suck on them so good, I Had to ask him to lick my pussy. I don’t know why I said it I guess I craved it.

He looked at me with a smile, took off his pants and my eyes couldn’t stop staring his hard cock, he lay me in the sofa and as he saw me, he jerked his hard dick for a moment andtold me to take off my pants, then he lay next to me but opposite way so my face was near his cock and my pussy near his face, he opened up my legs and started rubbing me and playing with my clit, my body trembled and it seemed my cravings were taking over, as if a naughty side of me had finally gotten out, I grabbed his dick and placed it on my lips and slowly let my saliva run down his nard cock, when it was nice and wet I started jerking him off, faster and faster. My hands, one in his shaft, and one in the head of his cock were rubbing him hard and keeping pressure, his breathing started to raise and then he finally stopped playing with my so-wet pussy and started licking it. God, it felt so good feeling his tongue run up and down my pussy lips, his tongue was so good. I continued rubbing his cock and playing with his balls, I remember loving watching his cock getting harder and harder I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me. by some time I stopped rubbing his dick, honestly because I was about to reach an orgasm so my mind was spaced out all I did was moan like a little virgin,after all I never have gotten head.

As I reached closer to an orgasm I moaned louder and louder. He must have noticed cause then he penetretated his tongue so far up my pussy my body moved like a worm, he stopped got up, and since we were sideways quickly placed me on my back then kneeled on the floor and spreading my legs spitted on my pussy and went right back in. He tongue-fucked me for about 2 minutes until finally I screamed as I had the biggest orgasm I could have remembered; I closed my eyes as I surfed the orgasm running all over my body, when I finally started breathing normally I opened my eyes, and there he was standing over me with my juices running down his mouth. Compared how Greg sweetly asks me to do things for him, it turned me on as he grabbed my face placed me on my knees and told me, “now suck my dick you slut until I cum all over your pretty face.” I was a little intimidated it was the first time I did it, the way he called me slut should had offended me but it drove me wild, I guess it was refreshing after Greg’s “sweetheart” and “honey”, and his tone turned me on but at the same time scared me.

I grabbed his dick, and as I played with his balls with my hands I sucked on his head slowly, almost like kissing it, I ran my tongue down his shaft, and tickeled his balls, I did so for about 5 minutes then I went a little faster, and this time in my opinion, I spiced it up a little by sucking his head with more force and sucking on his balls while I jerked him. But he wanted more, he grabbed my face away from his dick and kissed me passionately and said, “if you want me to cum, you’re gonna have to do more than that.” He placed his hands in the back of my head, thrusted his hips forward and I felt his cock going to the back of my throat, I tried to yell but I couldn’t I was choking. When he pulled his cock away I gasped for air, I was shocked but I wanted more, the second time he did it I relaxed my throat, and his cock went deeper.

I heard him moan so I sucked on his dick a little, I don’t know how much time it passed but that’s how we stayed, me sucking on his cock so hard and good and then once he wanted to he will fuck my head so hard until his precum and my spit was all over his dick and running down my neck and titties, I loved feeling his hard dick fucking my throat, it made me imagine how good it must feel once he fucked my pussy. Then at some moment he fucked me in the mouth so hard I felt the hot cum in my throat, I coughed and then taking his cock out he finished cumming on my face, I remember beign disgusted but enjoying at the same time , I loved watching his face as he came all over mine’s, I tasted his cum, it was sweet, and then I realized my pussy was wet again.