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My 40th birthday fucking
When I turned 40 years old I hired a professional photographer and had a photoshoot session. I wanted to take pictures and share with family and friends how good I looked at my 40th birthday. I exercise and eat clean so I was proud of my body. I had some regular profile pictures taken but I also asked the photographer to take some pictures of me with a bikini, I wanted to have some pictures in sexy and provocative poses
I got a lot of comments from my pictures especially from my male friends, I was more surprised to receive some naughty and dirty comments in private even from some married male friends whose wives I knew. To be honest I enjoyed all the comments, even the dirty ones, it was good to know that I "still got it" and that some married men apparently wanted to do some dirty things to me in bed behind their wives.
My husband didnt say anything about the pictures but because I know him I could feel that he wasnt completely happy with some of the sexy pictures I took. I didnt care to be honest I was proud of my pictures
However I did something else, something that I would have never told my husband and only my best friend knew about. It wasnt enough for me to show how great of a body I had at 40 years old, I wanted to take my body for a test drive. There is no other way of saying this, at 40 years old I wanted to get fucked by a man like I hadnt been fucked in my last 14 years of marriage. I wanted to get mauled by a young man all over a hotel room and know that I was still a fucking sexual animal.
I did it. I went with my friend to a bar (a classy bar) on a Friday night and I flirted with several guys who came on to us. I finally decided to get it going with one guy, his name was Dave he was probably around 30, he told me he was married and recently divorced. He was tall, handsome, he looked to be in shape, I thought he was perfect.
I swear I had never been the slutty type before I got married however it wasnt hard at all to let Dave know that I was willing to go with him to a hotel room. After flirting for about an hour he just told me he wanted to take me to a more private place without so many people, I winked, smiled and said 'ok"
Once we got in the hotel room Dave transformed himself, to be honest he was everything I wanted him to be and then some more. He grabbed me by the hair and basically had his way with me for the next 2 hours. He didnt ask for anything, he just forced me to do whatever he wanted sexually and took everything he wanted from my body. I screamed, I cried, I felt abused, I couldnt have asked for better, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel those very strong emotions that I had not felt in so long, I wanted to feel fucked, savaged even raped and abused. I wanted to feel all that and thank god I got it!
I gave Dave a fake number, as amazing as fucking him felt I didnt want to see him again. This was a one-time and done for me. It was my 40th birthday present and to be honest as whorish as this sounds I dont regret it at all
When I turned 45 I decided that I had been a good woman for to long, my husband barely looked at me anymore even though we made love a few times a month he just was not the same. I had a few boyfriends in college so he was not my first but I always told myself he would be my last. He had to go on a four week business trip and I was just fine with it until one day when I was talking to this guy in the common area at work. He his mid thirties and recently divorced, we were talking about something totally unrelated to sex and I told him that I really needed to get back to my desk but gave him my number and asked him to come over for dinner that evening.
He showed up and I was really glad because I also really wanted him to make love to me, I planned on putting myself right out there for him to just devour. I had ordered delivery and told him if it comes while I am changing it is already paid for so just put it on the table. I came back out wearing a t-shirt with no bra and a pair of yoga pants that fit me like they are painted on my body. I could tell he liked what he saw because his eyes went up and down me and he was a little bit speechless for a moment. The food arrived, we ate and talked until around nine then I asked him if he was ready for dessert, he told me he was trying not to have sweets and with that I lifted my shirt over my head and told him that I was pretty low calorie. He left around midnight and I had trouble walking the next day because I had not had my legs spread that wide in a while and he was hung like a horse. Honest to god when he started entering me I gasped like ten times telling him he was huge, it took a good minute of easing in and out before he could just started really going at it. Once I was ready though he had some staying power and I had never been made love to so well in my life.
All I can say is if you feel no guilt what so ever about cheating on your husband you're either a very selfish person in general or your marriage is in real trouble. After being married for 12 years my husband and I were in a rut , we fought and argued more than we laughed and talked . There was a guy who would come to where I worked every couple months. He was handsome , funny , and flirted with me constantly ,it made me feel attractive again. After another fight over something stupid with my husband that morning, Jeff came into the office , this time I didn't turn him down . I ended up in a motel with him , partly because I was mad at my husband and partly because I wanted to feel the feeling of being wanted again. I'm not going to lie , the sex was good , it had been months since i had sex and Jeff made sure I was well taken care of. That high I was on as I left our room was quickly replaced by gut wrenching guilt as I drove up to our house. The realization that I just cheated on my husband of 12 years , the father of my children, and now had to face him and try to act like it was just a normal day had me in tears. Its been ten years ,it only happened that one time, but even now I sometime feel like he knows and still get those same pains of guilt.
People have different moral compasses, they can have a sexual affair with no emotion and go on with their life like it never happened. While you feel guilt even after ten years the op may not give it a second thought. Everyone is different depending on their life experiences.
Oh my lord! It had been months!?! What kind of marriage is that!?! Glad you're still together if that's what you want, but that's crazy. My cheating improves my relationship. To each her own.
Hubby did the same thing with some young slut too. It goes both ways.