Mile High MILF

He's married, his wife is not

2012-02-10T15:35:00.001-08:00

That evening another man took me out to dinner. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring, but when I asked he said he was married, but his wife wasn't. He explained that they have not been getting along for years. They were staying together mainly for the kids and financial convenience. He and his wife had not had sex for a couple years, but she was having an affair right under his nose.

I felt sorry for him so we went up to his room for sex. He was very tender and passionate. He told how beautiful and sexy I was and how incredible it was to be with me.

After we got naked we lay next to each on the bed kissing and cuddling. We stayed on our sides, face to face as we began to make love. I let him climb in between my legs. He warmed up my pussy with his hand. Then he put on a condom and began rubbing his cock around my labia until his tip found my hole and slowly gently pushed inside. The whole time we kissed passionately.

He stopped for kissing long enough to say, "It's heaven to be inside you, Diana."

"You're making such wonderful love to me," I replied and I meant it. This was more than just fucking. There was an emotional connection.

We kissed some more as he moved his cock inside my pussy. It was feeling so good. I wanted this man to have all of me. I wanted his soul inside me in addition to his cock.

"I love you Diana," he murmurered.

The words felt like cold water splashed in my face. This was not right. He can't really be in love with me. It must just be that I was the first woman to take a sexual interest in him since his wife began to stray. I didn't want to be a home wrecker; even if his marriage was a scam there were still kids involved.

I decided to diffuse the situation by talking dirty. "I love the way you fuck me. Your cock is so nice. What a good fucker you are. I don't think your wife's boyfriend fucks her as good as you're fucking me."

...

You're going to be a grandma

2010-06-25T06:51:00.000-07:00

Don brought me home at 3 PM so I had plenty of time to shower, washing off the sweat of our hot, passionate, interlude.

I arrived at my son, Tom's house a few minutes after six. He and his wife, Terry, greeted me with hugs. His dad had not arrived yet so they gave me a glass of wine and we sat down to chat.

"How are holding up?" Tom asked with concern.

"I'm doing just fine," I smiled. Keeping busy with lot's of new men in my life, I thought. I decided not to tell them about my wild adventures in to dating world. They might worry that I've lost my mind, having wild sex with one man after another. Since I'm not about to start any serious relationship there's nothing they need to know right now.

After a few minutes the doorbell rang. Tom and Terry suddenly looked anxious. Tom opened the door. It was his dad, my estranged husband, John.

And he had brought a date.

"This is Candy," John said as he introduced us to a blonde girl in her early twenties wearing a black dress so short it barely covered her crotch and a neckline plunging all the way to her naval, exposing most of her breasts, with only about half of each nipple covered.

She looked like she came straight over from her job at the strip club, I thought. I wonder how per hour John is paying.

What followed was many minutes of awkward conversation as John and Candy shamelessly kissed and groped each other between snippets of superficial conversation. Terry served the food and we all sat down to an uncomfortable meal.

I felt bad for Tom and Terry. John's behavior was disgusting. It was obvious that he wanted to burn all bridges between us, but he didn't have to hurt and embarrass his son in the process.

I was not bothered by John and his escort. I didn't matter to me that he was going to have sex with this child that evening. After all, I had been getting my share of new cock lately; my pussy was still warm and tingly from fucking Don that afternoon.

But at least I showed discretion and didn't subject my children to unpleasant behavior.

We finished diner and moved out to the living room.

"Mom, dad," John began in a serious tone. "I know these are difficult times and please forgive us for bringing you too both here so soon after your breakup, but we have really important news to share that we thought you should hear together."

My ears perked. Good news, I hoped.

"Mom, Dad," Tom beamed. "Terry is pregnant. You're going to be grandparents."

"That's wonderful," I exclaimed, jumping up to hug them both.

"Congratulations," John offered, with a little less enthusiasm.

I glanced over at a John's date. She was smiling, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. That's right, you slut, you're fucking a grandpa. How does that turn you on?

I wondered how it would affect my dating life. Men were calling me a MILF, but now I'm a GILF. A grandma they'd like to fuck.

Steaming up the mountain

2010-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:00

I held on tight to Don's body, enjoying the thrilling ride.

It was a beautiful Colorado spring sunday. I was on a date with Don, Age: 43, 5'5", divorced, who I had first met in person last Monday after connecting through an online dating site.

Don was giving me a ride on his custom Kawasaki ZX-10 motorcycle. He picked me up at nine in morning and we drove to Golden, home of the Coors brewery, had a great breakfast at the Golden Skillet, and now were driving up the peak-to-peak highway to Estes Park.

It was a beautiful drive through the foothills and pine forests past the Indian Peaks of the Rockies. We leaned through turn after turn for an hour until we arrived at the small mountain town of Estes Park, outside the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.

We walked the main street of Estes Park window shopping all the small jewelery and trinket stores. Don appeared to enjoy going into each shop with me, looking at the silver and turquoise jewelery, figurines and Colorado souvenirs. But I wondered if Don was just biding his time in hopes of eventually getting laid.

Behind the shops of main street is a walkway along the Big Thompson River. We found a bench and sat down to enjoy the babling water. Don put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. I thought about the fight I had with Nick the night before about whether it was ok to date, and have sex with, multiple guys. Then I thought about how great the first time with a guy was. This was my first date with Don and we were snuggling together for the first time and there was something special about how it felt. It was thrilling to lean against this new man's body and anticipate what lay ahead.

"Ready for some lunch?" Don asked after a few minutes.

"Sure."

"Let's go to the Stanley Hotel," he suggested.

The old Victorian Stanley Hotel was built about a hundred years ago in Estes Park by the inventor of the Stanley Steamer. It was Steven King's inspiration for the hotel in the Shining. "That sounds romantic," I exclaimed.

I sat across from Don and drank in the experience of being with him. I had been with so many different men recently. I couldn't help but compare. Don was more rugged than Nick, shorter than Ted, more serious than Ken.

I continued to think about the thrill of being with a new guy. Unlike the others, I did not yet know what Don looked like naked. Did not know how he was endowed. Did not know what it would feel like when our bodies entwined.

The anticipation was delicious.

I thought about fucking Don right away, but then remembered that I was supoosed to but at my son's house for dinner that night and I needed Don to get me back to town in time. I'd need to let the anticipation build even more and schedule a second date for our initial boffing.

"This is a pretty neat place," Don remarked.

I looked around the old fashioned dining room and could easily imagine what it looked like around the turn of the twentieth century, filled with couples who had driven up in their horseless carriages. "It's very romantic. I love Victorian design."

"It would be nice to get a room here and explore the romanance further," he suggested with a wink.

"It would wonderful," I agreed.

"Then let's do it right now." Don smiled a mischeivious grin.

"I'd love to, but I can't spend the night tonight. I have dinner at my son and his wife's house this evening. I need to be back by four to get ready."

"We don't have to spend the night. We can have some good old style romance and still be back by four."

"Do you think I'm the kind of girl that would check into a hotel room to have sex with a guy on the first date?" I looked at Don significantly.

"Um, no, I'm sure you're a very moral and upright woman. Um, I just had an impulsive thought. I'm sorry."

I laughed. Don was cute as he back-peddled. "Actually I enjoy being impulsive. The idea of checking into this fine hotel for an hour of naughtiness really excites me."

Don's face suddenly lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He looked down at my chest and studied the shape of my breasts through the tight t-shirt I was wearing, then back up at my face grinning broadly. It was exciting to see Don's reaction as he realized he was about to get laid.

"Let's not waste any time," he said as he signaled the waiter to bring the check.

I stood behind Don as he registered and noticed the desk clerk give me an appreciative look. Did he know that Don and I were just going to use the room for an hour of wild sex? As he handed Don back his card I could see a trace of envy; he knew Don was about to get very lucky.

As we walked up down the long, narrow hall to the room I felt deja vu because it did look exactly like the hotel in The Shining.

"After you," he said as he unlocked the door.

It was a beautiful Victorian room with a large four-poster bed covered with a quilted chiffon comforter, a small divan against the foot board, an old-fashioned light fixture in the center of the ceiling, decorative moldings around the ceiling and door frame, fancy curtains around a round window with beaded glass. Everything was new because the room was remodeled, but they really did a good job of making it look like it must have looked in the early twentieth century. This was going to be a very romantic place to fuck.

I turned to face Don. "This room is beautiful," I said.

"A beautiful room for a beautiful woman," he smiled and put his arms around me.

I grabbed his waist and we kissed. I had kissed so many men recently that I couldn't help but evaluate him. Good, firm pressure, but his lips were too tightly closed; he needed to open them a bit. I opened mine slightly and then slide my tongue across his lips. He opened right up and brought his tongue in contact with mine. Definitely good now.

We stood in the room hugging and kissing for a couple minutes. When we broke for air I took Don by the hand and lead him to the foot of the bed where I sat on the divan. I looked up at him, smiled, and then unbuckled his belt.

I felt like I was unwrapping a present. I had no idea what lay in store for me beneath those well worn, sexy jeans. From the bulge he was sporting I was sure that I wouldn't be disappointed. The first thing I would learn about Don would be boxers or briefs.

I unbuckled his jeans and unzipped his fly. Briefs. Nice surprise.

I really let myself get into the excitement of being with a new guy for the first time. Now I would meet Don's cock. I could see from the lump in his shorts that he already getting aroused. I rubbed it, making Don squirm slightly. Nice and fat.

I grabbed the waistband of Don's briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion. Boing, his cock flipped out. It was circumsized, about halfway erect, pointing almost straight toward me, curving down just slightly. I wrapped my fingers around it, took my thumb and rubbed the tip. There were a few drops of pre-cum. I spread the juice around the head with my thumb and felt Don stiffen further.

"Mmm, yes baby, that feels so good," He moaned.

I put his whole head into my mouth and sucked while stroking his shaft. I moved my tongue around, tracing every line around the head. When I moved my tongue along the little crack below his spout hole he jumped.

"Ooh yes!" He exclaimed.

I stroked a little faster and continued to work him with my mouth and tongue, hitting that sweet spot every few seconds, keeping him writhing with pleasure.

His cock was now very hard and I imagined what it would be like to have it inside me. The very thought got me increasingly exciting until I could feel my juices flowing. I closed my mouth tight around it and moved my head slowly forward, feeling the size and the shape as his cock filled my mouth and bumped against the back of my throat, the whole time thinking how it would feel going in down below. My vagina responded with a warm tingle. I was ready.

"I hate to rush things," I said, looking up while still gently stroking him, "but I do need to get back to town this afternoon. Are you ready to go at it?"

He had a silly grin as he nodded his head and said, "Absolutely."

I stood up and pulled off my top, watching him unbutton his shirt. He had nice pecs, not too much hair, a couple tattoos; an eagle on one side and a pattern on the other.

I unzipped my jeans and slid them down. He nodded approving when he saw my black thong. He got out his remaining clothes as I took off my thong and we stood naked for a minute checking out each other's bodies.

I climbed onto the antique bed and lay back with my legs open. As soon as my head hit the pillow Don's head was in between my legs and he began to eat me. He had great technique; his tongue move deftly around my pussy. I squirmed and moaned as Don licked and sucked my labia. I could feel the juices flowing inside me as my heart began to pound and my breathing quickened.

"I'm ready, Don," I breathed. "I'm ready for you to fuck me."

"I'm ready to fuck you, too," Don grinned as he lifted his head out of my crotch.

I rolled over and grabbed my purse to get a condom. I handed it to him and got on my hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror where I could see the reflection of the four poster bed and our two naked bodies.

Don slipped the rubber over his hard cock and got on his knees behind me. He slapped my pussy with his pleasure pole a few times and then began rubbing my clit with it.

I grabbed the bedpost tightly as I felt Don slide into me from behind, in exactly the same position that Ken took me in just over twenty-four hours ago.

In the mirror could see Don's tattooed body behind me as thrusted into my cunt. My tits hung below swinging to and fro as he slammed against me. I wondered how many other fucking couples had been reflected in that mirror. How many cocks and pussies had joined together in the hundred years history of this room? I could imagine their ghostly reflections in the glass around the image of Don and I in heated passion.

We kept at it like this for several minutes, the antique bed creaking as he drove his stone hard cock into me again and again.

"Do you want to switch?" Don asked. "I'd to be on top of you, kissing you hard while I drill you."

"God, yes," I replied. Let me wrap and arms and legs around your hard, sexy body.

Don pulled out of me and I lay down on my back, Don positioning himself between my legs. He guided his cock back into my pussy and lowered his body on top of me. As the weight of Don's body on top of mine pushed me into the soft comforter I started to think of all the couples over the last one hundred years that had sex in this room.

Around the turn of the century couples would drive up here in their buggies and horseless carriages, dapper-looking men in black suits and top hats, women in their long dresses with puffed sleeves and high necks, petticoats and corsets underneath. It must have taken some effort to get undressed, but once they did they were just naked people slapping their flesh together like Don and I were doing right now.

In the Roaring 20's women wore their flapper clothes to kick up their heels in the hotel's grand ballroom, then came up here with their men, kicked off their heels, slipped out of their sequined dresses and silk undergarments to do the horizontal Charleston.

During the depression only the very rich could cum here. But perhaps some farmer may have saved up all year to give his wife a special night. In this very room he would take off his overalls, unbutton his wife's plain cotton dress, and they would make the kind of love that money couldn't buy.

After the war couples would stay here after being apart for years. The woman would part her legs in a V for Victory and the returning soldier would eagerly storm her beaches.

In the decades since many, many more woman have had sex in this very spot where Don was thrusting his cock into me, his pelvic bone hitting my clit with just the right amount of force and perfect rythym that I could feel a second orgasm coming on.

My muscles began tp contract as the intense pleasure pulsed out from my clit.

Don nuzzled and kissed my neck and the side of my face as he continued to slide his cock up and down my vaginal tunnel. The orgasm grew more intense, making my body heave and writhe under Don's body weight.

Don held on tight for the wild ride, not yet cumming himself, his steel hard pleasure piston kept pumping my throbbing pussy. My orgasm now felt so intense that I moved into a dream-like state. I felt a spiritual oneness with every other woman who had an orgasm here. As Don continued to fuck me his image blurred in my mind so that I felt I was being fucked by the countless other men who had fucked their women here.

Then things came back into focus and I found Don laying motionless on top of me, breathing heavily. I realized he had just had his own orgasm. I wrapped my arms around his body as he breathed heavily beside my ear.

After a few moments Don lifted his head, smiled, kissed me. Then he pushed himself up off of me enough for him to pull his cock out. "That was some wild sex," he said as he slipped off the condom. "This may sound crazy, but I couldn't help but think of all the couples who have had sex in this very room over the years. In, fact," he paused dramatically, "as I was cumming I had like a vision of all of them here in the bed with us."

I stared at him in shock. "Me too. That is so weird."

"The room must haunted. Haunted by the fucks of every couple that has been here."

"And now our fuck will haunt this room," I smiled.

"Yes, it was a fuck that will live forever."

Not taking it to the next level

2010-06-22T15:19:00.000-07:00

Windy Peak is one of the hip hot spots in Denver. The valets park Jaguars and Rolls while patrons vie for sightings of local sports and media celebrities among the business leaders with their trophy wives and the gen x and y crowd looking like models.

I was quite impressed when Nick brought me here for our third date. To say it was expensive would be like saying Brad and Angelina make a cute couple. And if they were in town then this where they would eat.

Nick was wearing a light gray Armani suit and silk tie. He looked like he had stepped out of GQ with his hair expertly styled and I believe that his eyebrows were plucked.

I was wearing a black cocktail dress, strapless, hem was just above my knees. It was elegant enough that I fit in well with the crowd, but still could be called a "fuck-me dress." That's exactly what I had in mind, too. A nice elegant evening following by some good fucking.

We had some very pleasant conversation during dinner, then, as we split a slice of cheesecake for dessert, Nick's expression turned serious. "Diana, I want you to know that you are a very special lady. For a long time I never thought I would feel the way I feel about you. I know we've only been out on three dates, but I feel completely comfortable with you."

I froze, listening intently, hoping he wasn't going where I thought he was going.

"Diana, I'm ready to take this relationship to the next level." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelery box. "I want to give you a small token to show that I'm ready to commit to you, Diana." He opened the box to reveal a diamond pendant on a gold chain. He smiled broadly as he presented it to me.

"Oh Nick," I began, "you're a really great guy, and I like you a lot. But," I paused, searching for the right words. I noticed Nick's smile begin to fade. "As you pointed out, it has only been three dates."

"Yes, and we made love on our second date. That was pretty special, was it not?"

"It was a magical night. You're a great lover, Nick. But I'm just now getting back into the dating scene after being married my entire adult life. I'm not ready to jump straight into another long term relationship."

"I'm not saying we should get married," Nick said, setting down the box. "I just want to be as close to you as I can."

"That's sweet, Nick. But I'm not ready to be serious about any one guy right now. I need to just date right now until I figure out what I really want."

Nick frowned. "So you're dating other guys?"

"Nick." I looked at him seriously. "We met on an Internet dating site. Surely I'm not the only woman you've gone out with?"

"I went on a couple dates that didn't go anywhere. When we made love last week that was the first time I'd been with a woman in over two years. And I've not gone out with any woman since that night."

"I'm surprised to hear that," I replied. "But we didn't make any commitments, either before or after having sex. I'm very attracted to you Nick, and the last time we went out I wanted to have the most fun we could have, with or without our clothes on. But it didn't mean I was pledging fidelity to you and only you."

Nick's eyes narrowed. "So you're having sex right now with other guys?"

"Without getting too personal, let me just say this: since I've separted from my husband I have met several nice, attractive men, including you. When I'm with a man that I feel sexually attracted to, and he feels to same way about me, then I don't see any reason why we should not become intimate. I'm not deceiving anyone, and I'm not saving myself for anything. I'm a middle aged woman who has had sex with her husband thousands of times going out with middle-aged men who have also had sex thousands of times. I don't see it as such a big deal."

"So how many man have you fucked since we were last together?"

Hmm, I thought. There was Joe, who I met at Ladies Night with Megan, Bill, the comedian, who made me laugh and cum. Then there was Ted, with the eleven inch penis. I can't believe I was able to take all of him inside of me. And even tonight my pussy still had a warm afterglow from fucking Ken in the mountains.

"Does it really matter how many?" I said. "I'm simply not willing to commit to any one man at this point in my life. I like you Nick, and I was hoping that we would have some great sex later tonight,"

"Will there be anything else," interrupted the waiter, in an example of some the worst possible timing. "Coffee?"

"No just the check," snapped Nick.

"I'll just leave this and you can take your time." He looked me up and down and grinned as he walked off.

I chuckled as I thought about the incident. I can't wait to tell Bill about it. "However, Nick, if it's too much for you to handle then we shouldn't continue to see each other." I reached for the check. "Let me pay for dinner and appologize for any misunderstanding."

"No, No." Nick said, grabbing the check from me. "I'll pay."

I took out my credit card and dropped it onto the table. "Let's split it, and then we can part as friends."

Nick looked at me for several seconds. "Ok, friends then."

After we paid Nick drove home and we both rode in silence. When he parked in my drive I held out my hand for him to shake. "Goodbye friend."

"I'll walk you to your door at least," he said.

We got out and went to porch. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I hope you don't hate me," I said as I unlocked the door.

"I don't hate you, Diana." He hugged me.

I hugged him back, looking up into his eyes. Our lips were drawn together and we suddenly kissed. Feeling ornery I reached down and put my hand on his crotch. "Instead of a goodbye hug and kiss, how about a goodbye fuck?" I suggested. "It won't mean anything. We could both be fucking other people tomorrow, but what other opportunity do we have to get laid tonight?"

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You don't know if you could just fuck me without worrying about committment?" I rubbed his crotch and I could feel him getting hard.

"I have feelings for you Diana."

"I know, but you're also a horney guy. Just use me to get your rocks off. I want to feel your cock squirting inside me one more time."

"Ok," he said and we went inside and straight to the coach.

I peeled off my dress as Nick took off his jacket, draped it on the recliner, undid his trousers and pulled them down. I dropped to my knees in my bra, panties, and high heels. I pulled down his shorts and started sucking his cock. He quickly became rock hard in my mouth. I reached into my purse on the floor and fumbled for a condom as I sucked on his cock.

I stood up, handed him the condom, pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. I lay back on the coach, still wearing my low-cut bra and high heels, spreading my legs wide open. "No thinking," I commanded. "Just fucking. I want you to fuck my pussy with that beautiful cock."

Nick kicked off his shoes, pulled off his pants and shorts, tore open the condom package, put it on, and moved between my legs still wearing his socks and shirt. "So you just want to fuck, eh? Well I'll give it you." He began rubbing his cock against my pussy.

"I love a man with a hard cock," I said, feeling nasty and wanting to talk dirty. "Are you going to fuck me good?"

"I'm going to give you what you deserve you dirty girl," Nick snarled as he slid the head of his cock into my wet pussy. It seemed like he was really angry as he pulled back his cock slightly and then thrust it in further. "Such ... a ... nasty ... nasty ... girl," he said, thrusting his cock deeper with each word until he was all the way inside me.

"God, I love it when a man shoves his hard cock into my pussy. I need a good fucking right now."

"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, Diana," Nick said through gritted teeth as a series of hard, angry thrusts. "I'm going to fuck your cunt like it's never been fucked before."

The nasty talk was really getting me hot. I was enjoying playing the part of a whore. "You'll have to fuck me with all your might because my cunt has been fucked a lot lately." Not too far from the truth.

"You're such a ..." Nick said as he rammed into me with even more angry fervor.

"Go ahead Nick, call me a slut. That's what I am. I can't get enough cock in me."

"You fucking slut. You like the way I'm fucking you, you fucking slut?"

"God yes, you're fucking me good." This talk really was getting me off. I could feel the first tingles of an orgasm brewing inbetween my legs. "Best fuck I've had all day."

"You're slutty cunt makes my cock feel so good," Nick moaned as he continued to bang me.

"I love being fucked by a horny man. I want every inch of cock I can get." The orgasm was starting to grow; tiny convulsions rippled through all my muscles from beneath my breasts down to my thighs.

"You're such a whore, Diana, but I can't help fucking you. You're slutty body feels so good."

"I'm a whore, I'm a slut, my cunt loves to be fucked, you're fucking my cunt so good," I yelled as a full-on orgasm took control of my entired body.

"Here it comes, I'm blasting your cunt with my hot cum," Nick exclaimed giving a few final violent thrusts before releasing his wad deep inside me. Our bodies jerked together as we were both rocked by powerful orgasms.

Nick lay panting on top of me for a minute, then he got up, peeled off the condom, and looked around for the wastepaper basket.

I pointed to it as I grabbed a couple tissues and handed him. "Are you glad you came in for a proper goodbye?" I asked as I wiped the juices off my dripping pussy.

"That was some pretty hot sex," Nick said as he wiped his cock and tossed the tissue in the basket. "I've never talked to a woman like that before. But I still don't know how I feel about going out with you knowing that you're doing the same thing with other guys."

"I'm sorry that I'm not ready to commit to anyone yet. But anytime you want to get together and have fun please call me."

"I'll consider it." Nick said.

I pulled my dress back on and walked him to the door. We kissed a final time and I watched him drive off, not sure if I would ever see him again. It made me a bit sad. Then I remembered that tomorrow I was going on a motorcycle ride with Don. Yet another new guy. How long would it be before I fucked him? The prospect was exciting.

I had no regrets for the life I was living right now.

Mountain views

2010-06-20T15:19:00.000-07:00

The sun shining through the trees made a mottled pattern on the trail ahead as Ken and I hiked through the alpine forest of lodge pole pines with scattered outcroppings of granite. The trail was steep in places as we climbed towards Devil’s Vista. Luckily I was still in good shape at the age of 45; I had been hiking trails like this all my life.

Ken led the way, staying only a couple paces ahead so that we could chat as we walked. When he looked back he smiled, I suspected appreciating the way I looked this Saturday morning. I had on a tight-fitting white t-shirt that clearly showed the shape of my breasts. The pockets of cold air that we passed through made my nipples stand up. Instead of my usual hiking shorts I had opted today for a khaki skirt. I’m sure that Ken could tell my erect nipples that I was not wearing a bra, but I wonder if he suspected I did not have panties on either.

My light-weight hiking shoes gave me good traction as we stepped on the soft earth that lined the rocky trail. We passed through a beautiful meadow filled with mountain grasses and wildflowers with a mountain stream running through the center.

“Look over there,” Ken whispered, pointing across the meadow to where a bull elk and three cows were grazing.

“They’re magnificent,” I said.

After the meadow the trail followed the stream steeply up towards its source. Ken gave me his hand to help me up some of the steeper places. At one point a two-foot high rock lay across the trail and Ken grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto it. It felt good to have his hands upon my waist and to feel his strong arms lifting my body.

We continued up the trail for another mile until we reached the summit and came upon a fantastic vista where we could see across miles of green foothills to the plains that spread out to the horizon. The sky scrappers of Denver looked like tiny blocks. Ted put his arm around me as we stood and admired the view.

"It's such a beautiful view," I said.

"Yes it is," Ted replied, looking straight at me.

I smiled and then we kissed. We held hands and walked a little further along the trail as it followed the ridge. Then the trail curved and started down the other side. There was a sign that said "Davis Lake 2.3 mi."

"Let me show you something," Ken said. He led me off the trail, through some bushes, down a short incline, and around a rock outcropping. We came to a wide ledge on the side of the mountain with a view even more breathtaking than the previous one. Across miles of pine-covered foothills we could see the peaks of Summit County where many of the Colorado ski resorts were.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "this really is a beautiful spot."

"I thought you'd like it."

"Yes, it would be a great spot to eat," I said with a mischeivious grin as I lifted up my skirt to reveal my recently shaved pussy.

Ken grinned and dropped to his knees in front of me. "It looks delicious," he said, then leaned forward and kissed my pussy. "Have you done something with your hair?"

"I removed it. How do you like it?"

"All the better to eat you, my dear."

I looked around. The ledge was about 50 feet wide with a large, flat boulder in the middle a little over two feet high, just perfect for sitting. "Let's sit down over here," I urged.

I put my hoodie down on the rock to sit on. I pulled up my skirt as I sat down and spread my legs.

Ken knelt down in front of me, put his hands on my knees, then lowered his face to my crotch. It felt a wonderful tingle as he licked me from my vagina to my clit. Then he went back to my vagina and licked around the rim. He poked me with his tongue. He began forcing his tongue inside me.

It felt good, but I needed a little more, so I pointed at my clit and said, "Put your tongue right here."

Ken obeyed and it instantly felt good. I started to squirm as he ran his tongue all around my clit, then started to suck and gently nibble it. He took his finger and rubbed around the entrance to my vagina while he continued to work my clit with his mouth. He poked his finger inside as he wagged his tongue against my clit.

I was feeling really good now. Ken was licking and sucking my clit as he finger-banged me. I felt my pussy stretch as he took two fingers and started working his way in. I grabbed his head and held it as my body squirmed from the building pleasure. After a I few minutes I let go and moaned, "Oh Ken, I'm want to fuck you now. Are you ready to fuck me?"

Ken stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom. "I sure am."

As Ken took down his shorts I repositioned my hoodie and got on all fours with the jacket padding my knees from the hard granite and my head lowered down near the rock. Ken got behind me, lifted up my skirt, and placed his cock in between my legs.

I felt Ken poking around my pussy until he get his bearings. I got a jolt of pleasure as he slid up my slit and contacted my clit. Then I felt him slide back down and push against my vaginal opening. I was hot and wet from the oral sex and his head entered easily. He gave a few gentle thrusts, and my pussy opened up and let him all the way in.

There was no pain this time, much better than the first time Ken fucked me, just that warm, pleasant feeling of fullness within my vagina.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, "that feels nice."

"Oh baby," breathed Ken as he began to pump my pussy, "it feels like heaven." The rock was the perfect height; Ken's knees were bent slightly so that he had good leverage to thurst into me with power, his balls slapping against my clit at the top of each stroke.

I looked out across the valley. I could see a large bird soaring over the tree tops. It was a some type of raptor. I strained to see whether it was a hawk or a falcon. Then I saw that the head was white. It was a bald eagle, our national symbol, soaring over the mountains while Ken fucked my bald pussy from behind on this rocky precipice.

It felt good to be alive amid such beauty. It felt good to a woman, good to have a man inside me, sexual energy flowing between us.

My pussy was tingling. I reached back and began to rub my clit with two fingers. I could feel an orgasm building within me.

Suddenly Ken shouted, "Yes!" and thrust into me so hard that he nearly lifted me off the rock. Then he stood still, breathing heavily.

Oh, he came, I thought. Well he lasted a good three or four minutes this time, so he is improving. I came pretty close to cumming this time too. And I still had that date with Nick tonight; last time I was with him he gave me a terrific orgasm. Ken had just gotten me throughly warmed up so that it'll be really great with Nick tonight.

Then that pang of sluttyness hit me; as soon as one guy cums inside me I'm already thinking of the next guy that I'm going to see in the same day. Well, I told myself, you're a grown up as are all these men. Probably not one of them would pass up an opportunity to have sex with two women in the same day.

Ken put the used condom in a baggie along with the wrapper. "Take only pictures, leave only footprints," he said.

"I hope no one took a picture of what we just did," I replied.

"Nope, we're very secluded here," he assured me.

We hiked back down the mountain, holding hands, stopping often to hug and kiss.

We were driving back to town in Ken's truck when he asked, "Am I getting you back in time for your event tonight?"

"Um, yes," I said hesitantly, not wanting to reveal too much. Then I changed my mind and decided to be honest with Ken. "I want to be open with you Ken, you're not the only guy that I'm seeing."

"That's fine, we never discussed our relationship," he replied. "I'm going on dates with other women too. No one like you, however. In fact, I have a date tonight that I was thinking I would cancel if you wanted to do something."

"Well," I said, "I do like being with you Ken, but I have a date that had I made previously."

"I thought so," Ken said with a hint of disappointment. "So, if I have an opportunity to get laid tonight, I should go for it?"

I'm sure am getting laid again tonight, I thought. "Absolutely, I hope you do get laid. You're a great guy and you deserve it."

"Wow, I'm baffled," Ken said, shaking his head. "I've never had a woman actually encourage me to have sex with another woman. With most women they want a full commitment before they let me get to second base."

"Well, I've been committed my whole life," I've explained. "Then I discovered that he wasn't committed to me. Now I can't trust my own judgment when it comes to trusting men."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's not good to lose trust."

"No, it's not, but I'm OK with it. I'm at a point in my life where I don't need to be in a committed relationship, so why not just have fun?"

"Why not, indeed, that's a great attitude," Ken nodded. We were now entering my neighborhood.

"It frees us up, I think. I definitely want to see you again, Ken, and I'm sure that when I do I will want to fuck you again. In the meantime, we're each free to take advantage of whatever other opportunities arise."

Ken pulled into my driveway. "That sounds good," he smiled, but I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Have a good time tonight."

"Yes, you too." I kissed him and go out of the truck, feeling so some mixed feelings myself as he drove away.

Big Ted

2010-06-18T15:17:00.000-07:00

"Would you like to come in?" I said to Ted, thinking about how last night Bill, the comedian, had called those six magic words that give a man hope of getting laid. If the woman invites you in then you're on track for getting lucky.

Bob had definitely got lucky last night. After he took me to the Comedy Works to watch him perform at amateur night I took him home to fuck his brains out. And he was definitely not an amateur in bed.

But now I was with Ted, the third guy in three days, the fifth guy I had been out with since I'd separated from my husband, John, after learning he had been cheating on me with numerous women over the last several years of our marriage.

For my whole life I had been faithful to one man. But in the last week I had slept with four different men. Now I was inviting number five to come in.

Does this make me a slut?

Do I even care if I'm slut? My kids are grown and on their own. My son is 23 and married. My daughter is 19 and in college. I don't want her to do what I've been doing. But then her situation is different. She will be getting married one day and her future husband might have a problem if she had a reputation of being a big slut on campus.

I had already gotten what I really needed from marriage: two beautiful children who grew into great adults. Now I did not need a committed relationship. I can support myself, take care of myself. I should be free to do what John said he was going to do when he left: fuck who I want when I want.

But can I really do that? Is it really OK for a middle-aged mom of two grown kids to be having sex with many different guys at same time? In order for me to not be considered a slut but still go out with more than one guy I'd have to not have sex with any of them until I found the right guy with whom I wanted to have a committed relationship.

But I was with someone my entire adult life whom I thought was the right guy and then I found he had cheated on me with many different women.

So why would I want to enter into the same type of relationship again, just switching in a different guy who I would have just met and not necessarily be able to trust any better than my husband?

If my goal in dating is not to find a relationship then what should it be? Entertainment, companionship, fun. What's wrong with that?

Tonight I'm with Ted. He is a handsome man; six foot six, dark hair, chiseled features. Never been with a man so tall. We had a great dinner. Ted is intelligent and we discussed some thought provoking topics. It's been awhile since a man has challenged me intellectually and I've enjoyed myself tonight.

Now I've invited him in. It doesn't automatically mean that we're going to have sex. It just means I'm not quite ready to end the evening so we'll see where things go.

"Certainly," Ted replied, rousing me from my retrospective with a start.

We went on in and I directed him to sit on the sofa. The same sofa where I had fucked Ken this last weekend.

I asked if he wanted a drink and brought us both glass of wine. I handed Ted his glass and sat down beside him.

"This is a lovely home you have here," Ted remarked.

"Thank you," I replied. "I've lived here over twenty years. My son was a toddler when we bought this house. My daughter lived here her whole life. Until just few weeks ago when she started college."

"My oldest son will start college next year," Ted said. "He's applying to schools now. His SAT scores were as high as they should have been. It's been a struggle getting him to study. I'm hoping my alumni status will help him get into Stanford. Otherwise he'll have to go to a public university."

"Like me, and my kids. I went to CU Boulder, my son to CSU and my daughter is at UNC."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply," Ted back-peddled. "I'm just a little frustrated that my kids don't seem to have the same drive that I did when was their age."

"Yes, I was a lot more motivated to succeed when I was growing up," I replied thinking that Ted should be better motivated to say that right things if he wanted to succeed in getting into my pants.

"And succeed you have, being both intelligent and beautiful. If your kids take after you then I'm sure they go far in life."

Good recovery. "Thank you, you're a pretty interesting guy yourself."

"I find myself highly motivated when in the company of such a beautiful creature as yourself."

"Thanks," I smiled, partly because I was pleased by the complement and partly because it sounded like he was laying it on thick. We stared into each others eyes for a moment, then I felt myself drawn to him as he moved closer to me. We simultaneously set down our glasses and put on arms around each other and then started to kiss. Softly at first, then we pressed tighter as our embrace strengthened.

We kissed passionately there on the sofa, our hands exploring each others bodies. I hadn't ever kissed a guy as big as Ted and I enjoyed feeling his large shoulders and back. We made out for about five minutes before Ted's hands contacted my breasts. His hands were large and strong and it felt good being caressed by him.

I began to squeeze his thighs. My hand moved up and then suddenly I felt a lump, but it was too far down to be what I thought it was. Or was he... My fingers began to squeeze the outline and move up, feeling the entire shape of it. I felt it stiffen and grew even larger as I touched it through his pants. I couldn't believe it. I was feeling his penis and it was huge.

Ted paused in his kissing and said, "So you've discovered that I'm cursed with an anatomical abnormality."

"I guess I should have expected it from how tall you are."

"If you want, maybe we can move to your bedroom and you can examine my proportions more thoroughly," he grinned. "But only if you want to. This is our first date and I don't want to move too fast for you."

"No, I want to," I said. "It wouldn't hurt to get a better look." I stood up and took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom along the same path I took Joe and Bill. Three different guys, three days in a row. I felt slutty again, but I had to see what Ted had in his pants.

We stopped at the foot of my bed and then faced each other as we undressed. We both kicked off our shoes first. I unbuttoned my blouse as he unbuttoned his shirt. We dropped them on the floor together. I took off my bra as he unbuckled his pants. I unzipped my skirt and he slid his pants down. I let my skirt fall to the floor as he dropped his pants and took off his socks.

We stood there for a moment, I was wearing only my panties and Ted had just a pair of boxers on with a giant bulge and the tip of his penis poking out the left leg. I sat down on the end of the bed. Ted stood in front of me. I grabbed the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down, to reveal the largest penis I'd ever in seen.

It was not even fully erect. It came out from his body several inches and then dropped down at about a thirty degree angle. I grabbed around his shaft about one third of the way from the tip. It was thick as well as long; my fingers barely closed round it. I gave it a couple strokes and then reached up with my other hand and felt the tip.

Ted squirmed with pleasure as I touched him.

"How big is it?"

"Do you think I'm so vain as to have measured my penis with a ruler?"

"You must have at some point in your life."

Ted chuckled. "Eleven and one quarter inches."

"Very nice," I said and leaned forward, placing my lips on the head of his cock, kissing it. I opened my mouth slightly and then traced around the head with my tongue.

Ted flinched again and his penis grew harder. I open my mouth wider and put the entire head inside. I looked up and saw he was enjoying himself.

I stroked it with my right hand as I sucked the head. I reached up and began massaging his balls with my left. I titillated the tip with my tongue as I sucked. After a minute of two Ted was fully erect. I pulled my head back to admire his manhood. It looked just like a penis only much, much bigger.

I sucked on him some more, bobbing my head, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth until it banging against the back of my throat. I've never been a deep-throat girl; I would never get more than about two thirds of my husband John's seven inch cock into my mouth. With Ted I was only going a couple inches beyond the fat head of his cock.

I took a break to get some air; removed his cock from my mouth and just stroked it. I looked up and saw Ted with his eyes closed, apparently loving what I was doing to him.

Then I looked at his giant cock again and felt an involuntarily shudder as I thought of it going into my pussy. What would it be like to be fucked by this cock? Would it hurt? Would it tear my pussy? Now I was a bit nervous.

"Shall I reciprocate?" Ted asked.

"Umm," I said, thinking for a moment about what he meant. Oh, right, he wants to eat my pussy. And I had just shaved it yesterday. "Oh, yes," I grinned, quickly standing up, removing my panties, and then scooting back onto the bed. This was just what I needed, to be throughout warmed up before taking that giant fuck staff inside of me.

I spread my legs as Ted got down on his knees before me. Ted began kissing and nuzzling all around my pubic area, then began teasing with his tongue. It felt great. He moved to my clit and tingles of pleasure started immediately. He worked back down to my vagina, inserted his tongue and then back up along my labia to my clit again. He was just as expert at pussy eating as Joe was on Wednesday.

Ted inserted his index finger into my vagina which was now thoroughly wet. It felt really good; he was banging me with his finger as he licked and nibbled my clit. Then he went to two fingers and worked them in past the second knuckle. He added a side-to-side movement as he banged me. I realized that he was stretching my pussy in preparation for his big cock. I felt a tinge of anxiety again at the thought of his big cock going into me. But I quickly relaxed because my pussy was now very wet and getting looser.

Ted looked up at me. "Are you ready?"

"Um, yeah," I said tentatively.

"If you don't want to go all the way that's fine, I understand," Ted said, "but I want to assure you that I've been operating this penis my whole life. I've been fortunate enough to use it to pleasure many women over the years. I pride myself in painless penetration."

"Then by all means, please proceed," I said, amused by the alliteration, "Let get a condom."

"I brought my own," he said, digging in his pants on the floor and then coming up with a large condom package. "I need an extra large."

I scooted back all the way onto the bed and lay on my back with my legs spread. I watched Ted roll the large condom on, climb onto the bed and crawl on his knees in-between my legs, his enormous cock still fully erect.

It's not too late to back out, I thought to myself.

Ted placed his left hand on the bed beside me and lowered himself halfway onto me. With his right hand he took his cock and placed it on my pussy. He just let it lay there for a few moments as I felt the weight of his man meat on me.

Then he rubbed his cock up my labia to my clit and back down to my vagina. He didn't try to enter me, he just rubbed the tip around my opening picking up the juices that were oozing out after his cunnilingus and moved back to my clit to spread them around.

It felt different than it usually does when a man rubs his cock against my clit. Because Ted was so much thicker the pressure was spread out over a larger area so that the stimulation was least sharp, more even. It was a warm, very pleasurable feeling.

Ted moved back to my vagina and this time pressed his tip into a bit. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. But before I felt any discomfort he pulled back out, his tip again covered with my own juices and moved back up to stimulate my clit some more. It felt wonderful and I could feel more juices oozing inside my pussy as I anticipated being filled by this giant cock.

He repeated the procedure, pushing his tip just a tiny fraction deeper, stretching my pussy lips a little wider, then back up to my clit and down to my vagina again. After a few minutes he was able to fit the entire head of his cock into the opening of my vagina.

I lifted myself up on one elbow so that I could get a clear view of the action. I was not used to the way my shaved pussy looked and that combined with Ted's enormous cock pushing it's way into me made an alien sight, like I was watching a porno. except I could feel it. I could really feel it going in.

My wet pussy stretched further as he pumped me with short gentle strokes. Each pump brought him a little bit deeper. It was so thrilling to see this large penis working its way into me and knowing I would soon be filled with this rock-hard phallus.

My breath became quick and shallow and my heart pounded as I felt the head of Ted's cock moving deeper into me, my pussy stretched tightly around it. Ted was now four or five inches into me and began taking long slow strokes as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. He was now deeper than Bill could go, deeper than Nick, deeper than my husband John had ever been inside me.

Ted leaned down and kissed me. "Is it feeling good?" He asked after we finished a long passionate kiss while he worked his way a couple inches deeper.

"It's wonderful," I cooed.

I looked down as he pulled his cock all the way back until the head almost came out and then pushed it back in slowly to a full eight inches. He was now as deep inside me as any man had ever been and with his thickness I felt completely full. I'd never been stimulated like this before, watching his long thick staff sliding into my pussy, feeling the fat head pushing open the walls of my vagina, the friction of his staff against the inside of my pussy, the bump of head against my cervix.

Ted fucked me in silence for a while. He delivered smooth stroke after smooth stroke, going about nine inches into me and back out again. "Are you liking this?" He asked.

"I'm loving it," I replied, never had a man so deep inside me."

"I could go a little deeper, but we'd need different angle. However, if your fine like this, I am too, most certainly."

"No, I'd like to have all of you." How often does a girl get a chance to be fucked by an eleven inch cock? I was not going to miss out on a single inch of his amazing pleasure tool.

"Ok, lets put a pillow under your butt. That should give me the angle I need to reach all the way to the back of your vagina."

Ted pulled his cock all the way out and I grabbed the king size pillow from the other side of the bed, the one my husband John used to sleep on. I placed it under my butt and lay back with my knees up, legs open, feet flat on the bed.

Ted move into position between my legs, holding his cock near the end. He rubbed the tip around on my pussy before inserting it into me again. He then pushed it in a couple inches, pulled back and repeated the process of fucking his way into me. But this time my pussy eagerly gobbled up his giant throbbing member so that within a few strokes he was as deep as before.

Then he grinned at me, adjusted his hips slightly and slowly, gently pushed deeper until his entire staff disappeared into my fuck hole. I could feel his tip bumping against the back of my vagina and I got a tingling feeling in my stomach.

"How are you doing?" He asked, holding his position.

"I'm doing awesome," I grinned.

Ted pulled back his cock and then started fucking me with long, slow strokes. He looked directly into my eyes and said, "Your beauty is amazing, Diana. It is such a pleasure to gaze down upon your lithe, naked form, to touch your satin smooth skin, to look into your eyes, as blue as the sky."

Those were really nice compliments made nicer by the pleasant sensation of his cock sliding up and down my pussy. "You're very handsome yourself, Ted," I murmured.

"You are one sexy lady. Being with you makes me so incredibly excited and aroused. As I hope you can tell," he said as he continued to slide his rock-hard cock slowly and deliberately up and down the entire length of my love tunnel.

"Oh, yes," I exclaimed, "I can tell. I can definitely tell."

Ted leaned his face down to mine and we kissed tenderly. He continued to fuck me with those long slow strokes for several minutes as we continued to exchange sweet nothings and passionate kisses.

I was just laying back enjoying it all. It felt very good as his cock moved all the in and all the way out. It actually was not intense enough to make me cum; clitoral stimulation is what it takes to make me cum; when the guy bumps his pubic bone against my clit that is what gives me an orgasm. Even though Ted was able to get his entire cock inside me he was just too big to bump me in the right way. I could rub my clit with my fingers as Ted fucked me, but I was enjoying this just fine. It still felt very good as his cock traveled so far into me and then so far back out over and over again. As he pushed in it pulled and tighten the skin over my clit which produced a very nice sensation.

I really enjoy how close I feel to a man during intercourse. And nothing makes you feel closer to a guy than to have his cock almost a foot inside you.

For most of my life I felt this closeness with just one man, my husband John. But now I've been with four other guys in the last week and I was really enjoying it. It was so thrilling to be with a man for the very first time. Each was unique and there was a special thrill the first time a man touched me, kissed me, put dick into me.

Ted began to moan and then fucked me with shorter, faster strokes. It started felling good for me too. I was having a mild orgasm. Suddenly Ted cried out, thrusting his mighty fuck pumper all the way in and holding it. I could feel it pulsing deep inside me as he fired his jism into the condom.

"Wow," Ted exclaimed.

"Yes, that was wonderful," I said.

Ted took a minute to catch his breath before he pulled all the way out all removed the giant condom. He dropped it in the waste basket and looked around for the box of tissues. He handed me a couple and took a couple himself. After wiping off our passion juices, we lay together snuggling for a few more minutes.

"Do you want me to spend the night?" Ted asked.

"Um," I stammered, thinking about my busy dating schedule, "you don't have to."

"Maybe we need to discuss our expectations now that we entered into this level of intimacy."

"I don't have any expectations," I said. "Do you?"

"Do you mean," Ted asked with a quizzical look, "that you don't interpret this act of consummation that we just performed as meaning that we should now have an exclusive relationship?"

"I don't remember either of us saying anything like that. I just remember discovering that you had a big penis and then wanting to find out what it would be like to fuck you."

"So you're just want me for my cock?"

"Not just your cock," I said. "I like you, Ted, and I want to see you again. But I don't necessarily want to go steady right now."

"That's a bit of a relief. I've had trouble before with women assuming we were exclusive before we had discussed it."

"They just want to have your giant cock all to themselves. But I think that a gift like you have should be shared with the whole world."

"You have a very refreshing point of view, Diana. I definatly want to see more of you, if you're not too busy sharing your gifts with the world," Ted grinned.

"Oh, I think I can fit you in," I retorted.

Close shave

2010-06-16T07:04:00.000-07:00

It's finally Friday, what a week. I met some good looking new guys. I had sex two nights in a row with two different guys. And I have a full schedule this weekend.

As I was getting ready for work this morning, dressing in jeans and a white top for casual Friday, my son called me.

"Mom, do you want to come to dinner at our house this Sunday?"

Let's see, I thought, I have a date tonight with Ted, a date Saturday with Nick, and on Sunday I'm going on a motorcycle ride with a new guy, Don. He's picking me up in the morning, but, who knows, I might want to spend all day, and all night, with him.

However, I had not spent any time with my son and his wife since separating from John. My family is important. I've been spending lots of time with lots of guys and I need to have the right priorities. Don will just have to bring me home early. "Sure, honey, what time?"

"About six thirty."

"Do you want me to bring anything?"

"No, I think we have it covered."

"OK, then I'll see Sunday. Love you."

"I love you too, mom."

I finished getting ready and then left for work. On the way my cell phone rang. It was Ken. He had left me a couple messages and I had not called him back. I debated whether I should let it go to voice mail. Ken was nice and was the first guy I had sex with after leaving John. Ken was good looking and well endowed, but the sex was not the best. He was too fast; he didn't get me warmed up and he came right away. It was nothing like the long tender love making session at Nick's house the next night. Nor was it as thrilling as meeting a stranger, Joe, at a club and taking him home where he ate my pussy so good. Even Bill, with his slightly shorter penis, was still able to make me cum.

I shouldn't just leave Ken hanging, it wasn't right. I better talk to him. I pressed the button on my blue-tooth headset to answer the call as I drove. "Hello."

"Hello, Diana? This is Ken. How have you been?"

"Hi Ken. I've been just fine. How are you?"

"Great now that I hear your voice. Hey, you like hiking, right? I know a great place I think you'll love."

"OK, tell me about it," I said as I thought about how I should proceed.

"It's called devil's overlook. It's a nice, secluded trail with fantastic views."

Secluded, hm, that got me thinking. There were a few times that John and I had gone into the mountains, found a secluded spot and got it on in the great outdoors. It was some of the hottest sex we ever had. My dirty little mind began spinning. Maybe Ken deserved a second chance. "Well, I have a pretty busy weekend, Ken, but Saturday morning and afternoon are open. But you'd have to get me back home by four."

"It's a deal. I can pick you up at nine in morning if that's OK with you."

"I'm looking forward to it," I said.

The rest of my day was laid back. I got home and began to get ready for my date with Ted that evening. As I was showering I found myself thinking ahead to Ken on Saturday. Maybe I could teach Ken to be a better fuck I thought as I rinsed the soap and shampoo off my body. Ken's problem was that he was too fast. Nick, on the other hand, took his sweet time. I had a great orgasm with Nick. Joe from the club ate my pussy real good and got me so warmed up that his cock slid right inside my pussy with no resistance at all.

That's what Ken needed to do, I realized as I turned off the shower and picked up the shaving cream and razor to shave my legs. And I was going to make it easy for him. I took the shaving cream, got a big pile in my hand and rubbed it all over my triangular patch of pussy hair. Then I took the razor and began along the top, shaving down until the razor was full of hair, then rinsing it off under the facet. I shaved along the crease between my thigh and pelvis, moving closer to my labia with each stroke. When I had the major part of my bush gone I then went back over the area until every little hair was shaved.

I then toweled myself dry. It felt good as I wiped my cleanly shaved pussy with the soft, fuzzy towel.

I checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. Good enough to eat.

Funny guy

2010-06-14T15:16:00.000-07:00

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

"How many of you are not in relationship, but just dating?" There was a smattering of applause as Bill began his comedy routine at open mic night at the Comedy Works. I hit it off well with Bill when we met for coffee after finding each other through online dating. He he great sense of humor and when I suggested he could be a comedian he told me that as a matter of fact he was and invited me here.

"Dating is a nether world for us guys." Bill continued. "It's that transition period that begins with you hoping you're going to get laid up until the whole world knowing who you're fucking. When you are boyfriend and girlfriend you're really telling everyone, 'That's right, we're fucking." The crowd laughed. "When you're a guy dating means not totally sure you're getting laid. Even if you've done it already, the girl could still blame it on alcohol. After you've moved together then you'd be stretching it."

I laughed along with the rest of the audience. Bill was looking right at me. I was sitting at the table Bill picked out when we came in together; three rows back so that we'd be less of a target to the comedians on stage he said. Bill seemed more pleased with my reaction than with the rest of the audience.

"Of course for women, there's less uncertainty because they know if the guy's getting laid or not." Bill paused while the crowd applauded. "For them dating is code for, 'I'm not telling what I'm doing with this guy. We might be just having dinner, might be fucking, I'll just let everyone wonder.'"

I laughed although I wasn't sure I agreed. I wasn't yet sure if Bill was getting laid tonight. His chances looked good, but it was more about how I felt at the end of the evening. I had already had sex with three different guys since separating from my husband. I wasn't sure if I wanted to add a fourth guy to the mix, even though Bill was cute and made me laugh.

"I recently started online dating. I find it very interesting comparing a woman's online profile with what she's like in person. I think it should be a requirement that in the online photos people should be required to hold up a paper with today's date." He got a big laugh with that. I hope he didn't mean me; I used a recent photo.

After his routine was over Bill came back to our table and we listened to the rest of the amateur comics. Some were funny, some were bad. I thought Bill was one of the funnier ones.

When the night was over Bill drove me home. He walked me to the front door.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

"Yes, the six magic words every guy wants to hear at the end of a date. The phrase that keeps alive the hope that the night will end in sex."

I laughed as I unlocked the door, "I could make up an excuse like, 'Do you want to see my wine collection or teddy bear collection', but we're both know what we want, so let's just rock each others world."

"I think you just rocked mine," he grinned. "Now I need a tissue."

I closed the door and we immediately began making out in the foyer. After a minute or two of passionate kissing Bill began to fondle my breasts. I reached down and fondled his crotch.

"Oh no," Bill exclaimed, "The secret's out, you've discovered my erection."

"Let go upstairs and reveal all our secrets," I said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

"You'll never make me talk," he said, following me up to the bedroom, "unless you like dirty talk."

We ripped off each others clothes, and then climbed onto the bed naked. As Bill fondled my breasts I stroked his cock. It was a little bit smaller than Nick's cock, who was a bit smaller than my husband John. Bill was about five inches long and uncircumcised. It was the first one that I had seen. It looked funny with hard round head poking out of the foreskin. I watched how the foreskin moved as I stroked him.

"My parents decided not to circumcise me," Bill explained, "because they were afraid of causing brain damage."

I laughed as I began to rub his tip with my thumb. I could feel pre-cum already started to leak out.

"I think I want to dive face first into your Bermuda Triangle and get lost forever," Bill said as he rubbed my pussy.

"If you're asking to eat my pussy," I said, slightly confused by his humor, "then absolutely," I answered, scooting back and opening my legs.

"Yes," he replied. "I wish to dine on the world's greatest delicacy." He scooted around in front of me and lowered his head between my legs. "The bearded clam!"

I lay back and enjoyed myself as Bill moved his tongue around my pussy. Two nights in a row that I got oral sex performed on me. That never happened with my husband.

Bill did a good job on me, moving his mouth between my vagina and clit. I was starting to feel really good when Bill lifted his head and exclaimed, "This bearded taco needs to be filled with meat."

"Yes, definitely time to play hide the salami," I replied, as I took a condom out of the box in the drawer beside my bed.

"In my case," Bill said in a mock apologetic tone, "it's more like a cocktail wiener."

"It's the perfect size," I assured him, handing him the condom.

He apparently wasn't too self conscious because he he ripped open the condom wrapper, rolled it on, readily climbed on top of me and slide his cock around my soaking wet pussy, then moved to my vagina and poked inside. He pulled it out and the head was covered with juice. "I better spread this taco sauce around."

He rubbed my own juice on my clit. It felt good; very good. He poked his cock into me again, I could feel my pussy lips parting to let him in. He got two or three inches in before I felt my vagina stretching. He pulled back an inch and then thrust again, this time my pussy let most of his cock in. A couple more thrusts and he was in all the way and began pumping.

How wonderful it was to feel the weight of a man's body on top of mine with his cock thrusting into me. I began counting in my head. Ken, Nick, Joe, and now Bill was the fourth man to fuck me since separating from John.

Then I thought about each of their cocks. Ken's was the biggest, then Joe, followed by Nick who was a little smaller than my husband, and Bill's was the smallest one that I've had. But apparently it was true that size does not matter because Bill know how to use it. He began each stroke pushing with an upward angle to stimulate the most sensitive nerves just inside my vagina. He ended with his pubic bone bumping against my clit, sending ever-growing tingles of pleasure throughout my body.

It felt so good I began to moan, "Mmm, yes, Bill, you're fucking me real good."

"It's wonderful to stir your honey pot," He replied, "Which reminds me of a joke."

"Oh please do," I told him. This could be fun.

"One day a young man and woman were in their bedroom making love," Bill began without any noticeable change in his thrusting. "All of a sudden a bumble bee entered the bedroom window. As the young lady parted her legs the bee entered her vagina. The woman started screaming 'Oh my god, help me, there's a bee in my vagina!' The husband immediately took her to the local doctor and explained the situation."

Bill did not miss a stroke as he went on with his story, "The doctor thought for a moment and said 'Hmm, tricky situation. But I have a solution to the problem if young sir would permit.' The husband being very concerned agreed that the doctor could use whatever method to get the bee out of his wife's vagina. The doctor said 'OK, what I'm gonna do is rub some honey over the top of my penis and insert it into your wife's vagina. When I feel the bee getting closer to the tip of my penis I shall withdraw it and the bee should hopefully follow my penis out of your wife's vagina.' The husband nodded and gave his approval. The young lady said "Yes, Yes, whatever, just get on with it.'

"So the doctor, after covering the tip of his penis with honey, inserted it into the young lady's vagina. After a few gentle strokes, the doctor said, 'I don't think the bee has noticed the honey yet. Perhaps I should go a bit deeper.' So the doctor went deeper and deeper. After a while the doctor began shafting the young lady very hard indeed," Bill said as he began shafting me very hard.

"The young lady began to quiver with excitement. She began to moan and groan aloud.

"The doctor, concentrating very hard, looked like he was enjoying himself, he then put his hands on the young lady's breasts and started making loud noises." Bill put his hands on my breasts to illustrate as he continued telling the joke while he fucked me.

"The husband at this point suddenly became very annoyed and shouted, 'Now wait a minute! What the Hell do you think you're doing?'

"The doctor, still concentrating, replied, 'Change of plan. I'm gonna drown the bastard!'"

I laughed hard at the punch line and then suddenly I came. I clutched Bill's body as I convulsed with both laughter and orgasm. Almost immediately I felt Bill shudder as he came inside of me.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "That was fantastic. I've never done that before."

"Never had sex? I thought you were married," Bill quipped.

"No, I mean I've never laughed my way to an orgasm."

"Your husband never joked and fucked at the same."

"Nope, he was not anywhere near as funny as you."

"I've tried to make a woman laugh and cum several times before but could never get my timing right," Bill confessed. "This was the first time I was able to make a smooth delivery."

"Your delivery was perfect," I told him. "You really pegged my applause meter. This whole night has been great, I've really enjoyed it all."

"I had a great time myself. Just had sex with one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and some other stuff. Can't remember the other stuff. but I'm sure it was fun too."

"I think you were great at the Comedy Works. I think you could go far."

"Farther than all the way?" He laughed.

"You can definitely try out your material on my stage anytime."

"Thanks," He said. Bill pulled his dick out of me and then slipped the condom off. The end was filled with cum. "I should run this over to the sperm bank. It's a big deposit. Too bad there's no market for donations from smart-asses with tiny dicks."

"You can fill my vault any time."

"Tomorrow's Friday and we both have work, so I should let you get some rest. But how about dinner tomorrow?"

Now I felt bad. I really liked Bill and I wanted to see him again, but tomorrow I was going out with a new guy, Ted. Then Saturday I was going out with Nick, the smooth penetrator. Then Sunday afternoon another new guy, Ken, was taking me on a motorcycle ride. And Sunday evening my son and his wife had invited me over to their house for dinner.

"This weekend is not good," I stammered, "I ..."

"No worries, it's already Thursday so I would expect your weekend calendar to be fill. Maybe next weekend?"

"Yes," I smiled, "that would be wonderful."

"OK, I'll call you."

We got dressed and I walked him downstairs to the front door. We kissed and said our goodbyes, and he went out and drove off.

I felt very happy and satisfied. But then a pang of guilt hit me. Was I slut, going out with all these different guys and sleeping with all of them. I didn't even make Bill wait until the second date; it's first date and straight to bed. But why not? I wasn't saving myself for anything. I wasn't hurting anyone.

Maybe tomorrow I'll NOT have sex with Ted and that will restore my integrity...

Devil with the blue dress

2010-06-14T15:14:00.000-07:00

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

"So how was he?" Megan asked eagerly. "Did he have a big cock?"

"Great and yes," I replied. Megan and I were having lunch after going out last night to Ladies Night at a local night club. We sat outside in a sidewalk cafe along Denver's 16th street mall in the heart of downtown. I gave Megan a rundown of last night's adventure going into the same detail as I did in my previous blog posting.

Megan's short blond hair glinted in the Colorado sun and her blue eyes sparkled as she listened to my erotic narrative. "Wow, that must have been so awesome to fuck a brand new guy. I haven't had any fresh cock in years."

"What happened with you after you left," I asked. "How did you change out of your party dress and back into the the clothes your husband saw you wearing when you left the house?"

"I didn't," Megan said with an impish grin. "I came home and the kids were already asleep. I went upstairs and Kevin was in bed reading. 'Hello sweetheart,' I said to him.

"'Hi honey,' he said, and then did a double take. 'You weren't wearing that dress when you left.'

"'Really,' I asked, 'What was I wearing?'

"Kevin furrowed his brow, 'I don't remember, but I'm sure I would have noticed you leaving in that skimpy outfit with your tits hanging out. Did you get a job as a hooker on East Colfax?'

"'No, I went to a nightclub with Diana,' I confessed.

"'Were you trying to get laid?' Kevin asked.

"'No, I was trying to get Diana laid. I was like her, wing man. I had to wear something to go with what Diana was wearing or else she'd feel over dressed. Or under dressed.'

"'What was Diana wearing?' Now he was intrigued. I told you Kevin has the hots for you."

"Don't tell me stuff like that," I scolded, "I don't want to think about my best friend's husband that way." Kevin was pretty cute but John and already had our first child before he and Megan started dating so I never thought of him in a sexual way. Well not that much.

"It's the truth so you should feel good about yourself. Anyway, I told him, 'She was wearing her little black dress. The one she wore on New Year's eve.'

"'New Year's Eve?' He thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled big. 'Oh, yeah, that was a sexy dress.'

"'But she probably isn't wearing it right now. She probably has it off. And is getting it on with Joe, the guy she met tonight.'

"Kevin considered that idea with an even bigger smile. 'Lucky guy.'

"I pulled back the covers, and saw that Kevin had a big tent in his boxers. I reached in, pulled out his hard cock and said, 'Look at you, all turned on, thinking about my best friend!'

"'Maybe I'm thinking about you; devil in the blue dress. You're one to talk, naughty girl. Sneaking off and dancing with carousing with all kinds of men in a club.'

"'I only danced with one guy,' I said, stroking his cock as we talked.

"'How many dances?'

"'A few, but he got drunk and obnoxious and we had him kicked out.'

"'So if he had held his liquor better then he would have got lucky?'

"'No, I told you, it was all about Diana, being her wing man, getting her laid.'

"'Did you slow dance, with this guy, what was his name?'

"'Doug. Just once.'

"'Did you grind up against him?'

"'No. He tried to grind agaist but I pushed him away and told him I was married. You can ask Diana.'

"'Did you notice if he had a hard-on?'

"'He had a raging hard-on. He definitely wanted to fuck me, but I was on a mission. Get Diana laid and then come home and fuck my own wonderful husband with his big wonderful cock that I know and love.' I was still stroking his cock and now rubbed the tip, which was ozing precum, with my thumb.

"So if youhad met a less obnoxious guy then this Doug, would you have wanted to fuck him?'

"'What if I did fuck another guy, would you divorce me?'

"'Not necessarily, but I would have a free pass."

"'What do you mean a free pass.'

"'I mean I would have a free pass to fuck a woman of my choosing.'

"'Who do you have in mind,' I asked.

"'I don't have anyone in mind but I'm sure I could find someone.'

"'Then shouldn't you stop fantasizing about other women and take care of your wife here and now?'

"'I thought I could both,' he grinned.

"'You are so bad.' With that I roughly yanked his shorts down and off. I lifted up my dress and slipped off my panties. I climbed onto the bed, still wearing my dress and heels. I reached and grabbed Kevin's rock hard cock and guided it up under my dress, lowering myself down until his cock was touching my pussy. I very aroused and my cunt was dripping wet. I rubbed myself on Kevin's throbbing member until my clit was well lubricated with the mixture of Kevin's precum and my own juices.

"I then guided him into my pussy as I lowered myself down all the way. I leaned forward, put my hands on his shoulders, and started fucking his cock.

"He stared at my cleavage bouncing in front of his face. 'Your tits are so hot baby. You've always had the nicest tits. It's so hot to think of you out at a club in this dress showing off your tits to all the men there.'

"'Yep, I showed my tits to a lot of men tonight, but there's only one man who gets to fuck my pussy, and that's you, babe.'

"Kevin lifted up the front of my dress so he could see my pussy sliding up and down his cock. 'This is so sexy, fucking you with your dress on. I'm glad you went out tonight. You need to go to ladies night every week.'

"I reached down and began to rub my clit as I continued to ride Kevin's cock. He started thrusting under me. We both went faster and faster until I started cumming and he immediately shot his wad into me."

"So I guess you had a good night too, then," I remarked.

"Yes, and we on again for next week," Megan said, grinning from ear to ear.

Next post: Funny Guy

Two pieces of meat

2010-06-14T15:13:00.000-07:00

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

"This is the first time I've done this," I said as I sat in the front seat of Joe's Dodge Dakota, heading to my house.

He looked confused. "You mean you've never gone home with a guy you met in a bar?"

"I've been married my whole life. I met my husband in High School. I've only been separated a couple of weeks."

"Then I'm an incredibly lucky guy to have happened to come to the club on the night you came back onto the scene." He looked over at me, sitting in his passenger seat in my short black dress and high heels. In the position I was sitting the dress was hiked up to the top of my thighs, exposing all of my 45 year-old legs, shaped and toned by a lifetime of jogging and aerobics.

"How often do you do something like this?"

"Well, I've been divorced about three years. I don't go out a lot, but, let's be honest, I'm a guy and guys are always looking to get laid. But it seldom works out. Tonight I definitely have hit the jack pot to have met someone as gorgeous as you."

"Thank you," I smiled at him. He was about ten years younger than me I guessed. He was very good-looking. I'm sure he got laid a lot more than he admits. "My street is coming up. Take the next left and I'm the third house on the right."

He pulled into the driveway and we walked to the front door. I unlocked it and ushered him in. "Let me give you a tour," I said. "Here is the living room." I made a sweeping gesture. "Here are the stairs." I took his hand and led him upstairs. "This is the hallway," I said pulling him along toward the master bedroom, "and this is my bedroom," I said, stopping at the foot of my king-size bed. I set my clutch purse down and then turned to face him.

"You have a lovely home," he said as he put his arms around me.

I put my arms around him and we kissed. It was a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues moving smoothly into each others mouths and entwining like snakes in heat.

He hands explored around on my back. He found the zipper to my little black dress and slide it down all the way. He step back and pulled it off my shoulders. I lowered my arms so that the dress could fall straight down to the floor around my high heels.

He went straight for my bra, deftly undoing the clasp and taking it off to reveal my size C middle-aged yet still a bit perky breasts. He leaned forward and began to kiss and caress them.

I reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt as he continued to nuzzle my breasts. My left nipple became rock hard as he circled it with his tongue. He moved over and hardened my right nipple while I pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

Joe lifted his head up from my breasts, gave me a quick kiss, then got down on his knees. He slipped my panties down all the way to my high heels. I stepped out of them.

"Sit down," he ordered, not taking his eyes off my triangular patch of dark brown pubic hair.

I sat down on end of my bed.

Joe kissed each knee. I opened my legs and he started kissing along my right thigh until he was almost to my pussy, then he moved over and kissed up my left thigh. He repeated this a few times. It tickled and tingled and I got more aroused the higher up my thighs he moved.

He then moved his face up my crotch, and began to explore the whole area with his mouth. Joe gently probed with his tongue to locate my vagina and clit. Then he sucked on my labia. It felt so good. My pussy was wet from his saliva and I was starting to add my own juices to the mix.

Then he went to work on my clit. He sucked and massaged it gently with his lips and tongue. Oh God, this was feeling good. Waves of pleasure began to pulse through my body. Joe was eating my pussy way better than John ever did. He went in circles, up and down, he flicked back and forth lightly.

I began moaning and squirming with pleasure and Joe paid close attention, varying his speed and pressure to get the best response from me. Then he hit the perfect grove and intense waves of pleasure coursed through my whole body. I grabbed onto the back of his head and clamped my thighs around his ears like a vice. Joe keep working my clit as I slid my pussy up and down against his face. My high heels gave me good leverage as I rocked my hips.

He slid his finger inside me, banging my cunt as his tongue titilated my clit. God it felt good. I could feel an orgasm starting to bloom within me. Then Joe switched it around, massaging my clit with his thumb and forefinger as he stuck his tongue inside my cunt, making it long and hard and then bobbing his head as he tongue-fucked me.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God yes," I screamed as a powerful orgasm washed over my whole body. I fell back onto the bed and let the pleasure consume me.

Joe put his mouth back on my clit and two fingers inside my cunt as he continued to make me cum all over his face. I felt myself losing consciousness as the most intense orgasm I'd had in years took control of my entire being.

My orgasm waned and I looked up as Joe peeled off the rest of his clothes. I sat up again as he pulled off shorts. I reached out to touch his beautiful rock-hard cock. I moved my fingertips gently around, tracing the shape, moving from the tip down to his balls and back. His cock was bigger than John's, but maybe a little smaller than Ken's, the first guy I fucked after kicking John out of the house.

I stroked Joe's cock gently and leaned forward to suck it. I put the tip in my mouth and sucked gently.

Joe put his head back and moan, "Oh yes, that feels so good."

I explored the tip with my tongue and then sucked a little harder.

"Yes, yes." he moaned. "Oh Diana, I want to fuck you so bad."

I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up shaking my head. "I'm sorry, Joe," I said, watching the look of confusion cross his face. "You're going to have to fuck me good."

He smiled. "Absolutely, Diana, I'm going to fuck you good. I'm going to fuck you soooo good."

I reached into my purse and took out one of the condoms I had packed at the beginning of the night and handed it to Joe. Then I scooted back on the bed, slipped off my heels and continued to scoot back until my head reached the pillows. I lay on my back, knees up, legs spread.

Joe put on the condom and climbed onto the bed on his knees, and moved in between my legs. He lowered himself down onto me, using one arm to hold himself up and his other hand to guide his cock to my pussy. He rubbed it along my labia, then down to my vagina, and up to my clit. I felt a shock of pleasure when his cock touched my clit, which was still tingling from Joe's expert cunniligus. He moved back down to my vagina and poked the tip in. He gave a slight thrust and his whole cock slid into me.

I gasped in surprise and looked up at Joe who seemed also a bit surprised. I don't thing he meant to shove it in all the way, but my pussy was so wet and hot that it slid in easily. There was no pain or discomfort; it felt great to have all of Joe's fully erect manhood inside my pussy.

Joe put one hand on each side of my body and held himself up in pushup position above me and began thrusting his cock slow and steady inside me.

It was such a thrill to have another new cock inside me. After being with only one man my whole life Joe was now the third guy to put his cock into me in less than a week. I began to move my hips in rythm to Joe's thursts. As he thrust forward my hips came up and our pevises smacked together like two pieces of meat.

Two pieces of meat. That's what we were, two virtual strangers who had met just a few hours ago and were now eagerly using each other's bodies for pleasure. I adjusted the angle of my hip movements to get just the right amount of friction in just the right spot along my vaginal wall. I could feel a new orgasm starting to build within me.

"You're fucking me so good, Joe," I cooed.

"You're such a good fuck, Diana," he responded. He gradually increased the speed of thrusts and my body matched his fucking exactly. We were coupled together, one mass of wet pulsating pleasure-seeking flesh.

The bed springs creaked and the headboard banged as our flesh smacked together harder. It was a carnal symphony; creak, smack, bang, over and over.

Then my body was taken over by a second orgasm. I cried out as I writhed beneath Joe. He lowered himself down, his full weight on me, he grabbed onto my shoulders and braced his knees for maximum leverage as he starting fucking with great furiousity, his face scrunched as he worked to bring himself to orgasm.

My orgasm became so intense I almost lost consciousness again and I was barely aware as Joe's body spasmed on top of me, his cock spewing his spunk into the condom inside my vagina.

We lay there panting for a few minutes. Joe lifted up his head and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him tight and we kissed passionately for a few more minutes. Then he climbed off of me grabbing the base of the condom as he pulled out his cock. He discretely removed the condom and dropped it in the trash as I got us a couple tissues.

We cuddled for a bit and then he said, "I'm sure you have work tomorrow and I do too, so I should go." He then started getting dressed. I watched him for a minute, then I grabbed my dress and slipped it back on, without any underwear.

"Well I had a wonderful evening, Joe," I said as I walked him downstairs and to the front door.

"Me too, Diana. You are so awesome."

"Why don't you call me sometime? Here," I went to my regular purse which was beside the sofa pulled out one of my business cards. "This has my cell number."

"Sure, I'll call you," he said, taking the card. We kissed one more time and he went the front door and to his car.

I watched him drive away and then went back upstairs, fully satisfied.

Ladies night

2010-06-14T15:02:00.001-07:00

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

I went to my closet and pulled out my little black dress. It was simple, short and low-cut. And it drove men wild. Whenever my ex-husband, John, and I would go out to a party or night on the town with me wearing this dress men would turn heads and stared lustfully at me all night long.

By the time we'd get home John would be incredibly aroused and would pummel my pussy with great gusto. I think what got him so excited was not just how sexy I looked in this dress, but because he knew how many other men had wanted me and he was the one guy that would be having me.

Well John wasn't going to be the one having me tonight.

After I was dressed I got my matching clutch purse and transferred in my essential items: keys, id, cell phone, debit card, lipstick, and condoms.

Megan showed up around seven. "Wow," she said as I opened the door, "You look hot tonight."

"Yeah, well, I feel over dressed now." Megan was wearing slacks and a casual top.

"No worries, just give me a minute to change." She pulled a blue dress and high heels out of her bag.

"Why didn't you get dressed at home?"

"Because I didn't want Kevin and the kids to see me going out wearing a fuck-me dress."

"So you're sneaking around?"

"I told them that I was going out for a few drinks with my best friend, Diana, which is true. I'm not planning on doing anything more than dancing with a few cute guys. Then I'll go home a ball Kevin's brains out, so he gets the benefit."

"Well I'm a little sensitive to dishonesty after discovering that John had been cheating on me for years."

"As long as Kevin gets laid, then he's not going to care what I was wearing. And maybe I'll tell him all about our exploits tonight. Especially if you end up getting laid, he'll be real interested because he's always had the hots for you."

"Well I told already, I'm going to jump in bed with the first stranger that walks up to me just so other people can get their rocks off hearing about it."

"Don't worry about anything, you do whatever feels right to you. Tonight it's all about you, Diana."

We drove to the night club in Megan's car. The music was loud and the lights were dim as we went in. However, the lights weren't that dim, because I noticed several guys turn and look at us as we came in.

Megan in her blue dress was incredibly sexy. Although she kept her blond hair cut short in typical working mother style, her breasts were larger than mine and the dress reveal much of them. However, it seemed I was getting my share of looks too and it felt great that here were two forty-five year-old woman still able to get attention.

The place was packed; we couldn't find a table so we stood along the edge of the dance floor. Also immediately a short, balding guy came up and asked me to dance. I looked over at Megan. She gave a slight shake of her; she could be cruel at times.

The guy had mustered the nerve to come over and one dance couldn't hurt, so I handed my clutch to Megan and said to the guy, "Sure."

The guy came up to about my chin. He shuffled stiffly to the music, dividing his gaze between my face and cleavage. When the song was over he asked if he could buy me a drink.

"No thank you," I replied, "but thanks for the dance."

He nodded resignedly and wandered away.

I went back to the spot where I left Megan, but she wasn't there. I looked around and then saw her sitting at a table, waving to me. As I headed over I noticed that there was a guy sitting with her.

"Diana, this is Doug," Megan said as I climbed onto a stool. "We got you a drink." She pushed a glass of white wine in front of me.

"Thanks, nice meeting you Doug." I smiled and nodded at him.

"It's awesome meeting you, Diana. Both you and Megan are unbelievably hot," he said, staring openly at my breasts. Doug was an average-looking guy, maybe in his early fifties, salt and pepper hair, rugged jaw, medium build, large biceps.

"Can you hold the table while we go dance?" Megan asked.

"Sure."

Doug took Megan's hand and led her out to the dance floor. I took a sip of wine and sat back, watching all the people.

"Hi," said a friendly voice beside me. A man had walked up to the table. "My name is Joe."

I looked at him and saw he was very good-looking. Younger than me, maybe in his mid-late-thirties, about six feet tall, slim, muscular, dark brown hair, light brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Diana."

"I'm glad to meet you. Would you care to dance?"

"Well, I need to watch my friend's purse, but if you want to join me and wait until she's done dancing..."

"I'd love to join you. Can I buy you a drink?"

I definitely was interested in letting this guy buy me a drink. Then I remembered something. "You know, it's ladies night, ladies drink free. How about if I get you a drink?"

"I suppose that would be alright. How about a beer? Coors?"
"You hang unto this for a minute." I pushed my wine over, signaled a waitress, and ordered a Coors.

"Are you married?" He asked.

"I'm separated. You?"

"I'm totally single," he smiled. "Your husband must be an idiot for letting such a gorgeous wife get away."

"He is," I grinned.

Doug and Megan returned few minutes later and I introduced them to Joe. For the next couple hours we took turns dancing and chatting. Megan, Joe, and I all nursed our drinks slowly, but Doug kept asking Megan to get him more free drinks. As he got drunker, he kept putting his hands all over her, and she would push him away, saying she was married.

"It's not going to happen Doug, so give it up," Megan said. "I want you to leave me alone."

"Oh come on, baby," he slurred, "you're telling me you came here in that dress and you're not looking to get laid?"

Joe suddenly stood up and went over to Doug. "The lady said to leave her alone."

"What are you going to do about it?" Doug said beligerently.

Joe raised his hand and then made a motion with his fingers. "I'm going to have this bouncer kick you out."

We all looked over as a giant bouncer came over, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes," Megan spoke up. "This guy is bothering me and won't leave."

"Come on buddy," the bouncer said, "time for you to take a cab home."

Doug glared at Joe. "You just want to fuck both these sluts yourself. I hope you get the clap and your dick falls off," he snarled as the bouncer drug him away.

Megan looked at Joe. "Thank you so much for standing up for me."

"No problem. I was raised to be a gentleman."

"Diana," Megan said to me, "let's go to the restroom."

"OK," I said. "We'll be right back, Joe."

In the ladies room Megan said to me, "Are you going to fuck this guy? Because if you're not then I'm going to."

"You're really bad, Megan. Yes, I want to fuck him."

"Then here's what we're going to do..."

When we got to the table Megan said, "I should be getting home to my husband and kids."

I looked at Joe disappointingly. "I'd love to stay longer, but she's my ride."

"I can take you home," Joe replied immediately. I noticed the smile on Megan's face; that was exactly what she predicated he would say.

After Megan left Joe and I danced again. A slow song came on. I put my arms around Joe's neck, he put his arms around my waist. We swayed to the music. I pressed my body against his. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. I pressed harder against his crotch and his bulge grew bigger. We moved our bodies together in rhythm to the music practically dry humping on the dance floor. We kissed a long passionate kiss and then the music ended.

We stood there in the middle of the dance floor smiling dreamily into each others eyes. Finally Joe said, "Would you like to go someplace?"

"Yes, Let's go to my house."

Next post: Two pieces of meat

Only Tuesday and the weekend is filling up

2010-06-12T09:30:00.000-07:00

If this is your first vist, why not start at the beginning?

On Tuesday I had coffee with another guy, Steve, from Castle Rock, 44, 5'11" divorced, with kids that sometimes live at home.

We had exchanged a few emails, during which he told me,

I am a good person; like to have fun. Like to take care of people and to be taken care. I would like to travel to Alaska and go to Ireland. I like going on cruises and have had a lot of fun in Mexico at Myan ruins and going snorkeling and laying on the beach in the Bahamas. I enjoy texting little messages back and forth when I am away from someone special. I like walking and talking about things that will happen or would like to do.

I like to movies, travel, a lot of different music. Camping, coffee and conversation, fishing / hunting, Movies/Videos, Music and concerts, Playing sports, Video games, Watching sports.

My last read: Left behind series.

These coffee meetings were getting to be routine. Since I'm not looking for a long term relationship I don't need to do an extensive screening. I just need to make sure the guy's not dangerous, no warning bells go off, that he's just a good-looking, fun guy that would be great to fuck.

And as soon as I met Steve I thought, yes, I could definitely fuck this guy. He was cute and muscular and had the dreamiest blue eyes. I could really imagine those eyes penetrating into my soul as his cock penetrates into my pussy.

Then as we sat down to talk my lust began to cool. It started out well; he had a great sense of humor, was warm and friendly. Then he asked me what church I went to.

I don't go to church; I consider myself spiritual but not religious. Unless you count orgasms as a religious experience, in which case I will call upon God over and over again.

He began asking about spiritual matters, then saw that I was getting uncomfortable with how the conversion was turning, so he changed the subject to travel, and shared some really interesting stories about his adventures around the world.

He wanted to have dinner this weekend, but with my mixed feelings I wasn't sure I was willing to risk my prime boffing time on a guy that might want to get me into a pew instead of into bed, so I made a date for lunch with him next week instead.

I was back at my office going through email when my cell phone rang and the caller ID said it was Nick.

"Hello Nick," I answered in a sultry voice.

"Hello beautiful," he replied. "How's the world's sexiest accounting manager today?"

"I'm doing great, how about you?"

"I'm doing wonderful now that I hear your voice. I can't stop thinking about you. This weekend was great."

"Well I had fun too." I wanted to tone down the enthusiasm. It sounded like Nick was getting hooked on me and I really did not want that right now.

"Well how about this weekend we have more fun?"

"I'm not opposed to having more fun." After all, Nick was a pretty good fuck.

"Then let's spend the whole weekend together. Rent a cabin up in the mountains and spend the whole weekend snuggling or whatever else you want to do."

Oh, no, he wants to spent the whole weekend together. I already have two dates scheduled with two new potential sex partners, Ted and Mike. Nick was going to have to get in line. "Nick, darling, this is moving a little fast for me. I don't think I'm ready for a whole weekend. How about just Saturday night?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you. Saturday night would be great. I'll plan something real special for us. Can I pick you up around 6?"

"Sure, that would be wonderful."

I got back to work. About an hour later I was in a meeting discussing the budget for a new project the company was starting. My cell phone vibrated. I checked the caller ID and saw it was Ken. Big cock, jam it in, cum quickly, Ken. I turned my attention back to the meeting and let it go to voice mail.

After the meeting I went back to my office and checked the message.

"Hi Diana, this is Ken. I had a really great time on Saturday and I hope you did too. I'd like to see you again soon. Give me a call."

So what do I do now, blow him off or give him a blow job? I liked Ken but he definitely wasn't the best fuck. He did have a nice, big cock, though. Maybe he could be trained. Of course, my weekend was full already, so I decided to take my time getting back to him.

Who would have thought that at the age of 45 I'd be single again and have guys lined up waiting to get into my pussy.

Next post: Ladies Night

Lunch with Megan

2010-06-12T09:26:00.000-07:00

I went back to office, attended a budget meeting, caught up on some email, and then it was time for lunch. I was meeting my long-time girlfriend Megan. I had recently told her on the phone about separating from John, but hadn't told her all my recent escapades.

"How are you holding up?" Meagan asked as we sat down with our sandwiches at on outside table at bakery cafe on the 16th Street pedestrian mall downtown.

"I'm doing fine. I told my daughter yesterday; we had a nice long talk. Now I'm ready to move on."

"You should. Definitely. You should get right on out there, start dating again."

"Well actually," I said with a mischeivious look.

"You went on a date?" Megan's eyes lit up. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, I signed up with a dating site."

"Way to go. I bet there are lots of guys interested in a hot MILF like you."

"MILF?" I wasn't familiar with the term.

"M-I-L-F, MILF. It stands for Mother I'd Like to Fuck."

"That's pretty nasty."

"Yes, but it's all the rage. Men are really interested in hot older women. And that us. Anyway, tell me all about the dating site. Have you met anyone yet?"

"I've met about four or five guys and went out on a couple of dates already."

"You go girl! That's the way to get back out there. Tell me, were these guys cute?"

"Yes. There was Ken, he's couple years younger. Then Nick, he's a little older. Ted, he's really tall, and smart. Then Bill, he makes me laugh."

"Yes, but does he make you cum?" Megan said with a naughty smile.

"I don't know yet, I just met him for coffee, but I'm seeing him Thursday."

"Who have you been out with?"

"I've been on a couple dates with Ken, and a couple with Nick."

Megan jogged her memory for a second. A little younger and a little older. A man sandwich. Which one has the bigger cock?"

Meagan was always blunt like that with a dirty sense of humor. Now I felt great that I could brag a bit. "Ken is bigger but Nick knows how to use his better."

"Megan's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? Girl, you really are getting out there! Tell me all about it; being an old married woman I don't get to hear about good sex that often."

So I told her all the details about the guys I'd met online, while Megan sat in rapt attention, adding a few choice comments here and there.

When I was finished Megan said, "You know I envy you; it would be great to be back out on the dating scene again. Hey, I have an idea, let's go to a club for ladies night this Wednesday."

"What are you going to do at ladies night, you old married woman?"

"Have free drinks and live vicariously through you."

"I don't know if I'm willing to let a stranger pick me up just so you can get off."

"No pressure; we'll just check out all the hot guys, dance a little, then we'll leave and I'll go home to Kevin and fuck his brains out."

"Ok," I agreed. "Then I'll live vicariously through you since I don't have an old man to fuck anymore."

"No, you just have every other guy to fuck."

Next Post: Only Tuesday and the weekend is filling up.

Another busy Monday

2010-06-09T13:43:00.001-07:00

I went to work that Monday feeling very satisfied. As I sat in the Monday morning staff meeting I wondered what the other managers would think if they knew I had fucked two different guys this weekend.

After the meeting I caught up on emails and then it was time to go meet another guy from the online dating site, Don, Age: 43, 5'10", Divorced.

Don and I had emailed a few times and finally agreed to meet at the coffee shop near my office. I got there first this time, but Don arrived just a minute later. He looked like his pictures: athletic and toned, short brown hair, rugged face, intense blue eyes, charming smile.

We ordered our coffees from the cute young barista, Dave, the same guy that served me coffee on a regular basis and was there a few days ago when I first met Nick. I wonder what Dave thought, seeing me here with another guy. He seemed his friendly self and gave me a little wink as he asked, "Would you like whipped cream with that?." Perhaps he suspected that about twelve hours ago my previous rendezvous from here, Nick, was whipping up some cream inside of me.

We sat down and I focused my attention on Don. I looked him over pretty and he did the same to me. I'm sure he was undressing me with his eyes as I was undressing him with my eyes. Yes, I would not mind having his hard naked body on top of me.

"It's a real pleasure to meet you, Diana. Your pictures don't do you justice; you are ten times more beautiful in person."

"Well thank you very, Don," I smiled. "So tell me about yourself."

"I like to think of myself as a gentleman with a romantic side. I love getting my Jet skis and boat out on the lake. I also coach and play softball. Now you turn; what you like to do Diana?"

I recently discovered the activity of meeting new men and fucking them, I thought. I better behave myself. "I like dining and dancing, hiking and biking, trying new things."

"Do you like motorcycles?"

"It depends. If you're talking Harleys and outlaw bikers, that kind of lifestyle doesn't really appeal to me."

"Me neither. I have a custom Kawasaki that I like to take up in the mountains on the weekends. It's pretty fast."

"Well, I've never really been a biker chick, but it does sound intriguing, the thought of having a lot of power between my legs."

He caught the double entendre and grinned. "Maybe we could go for a ride sometime."

"That could be fun," I replied.

"Then maybe this Sunday."

I thought about my schedule. On Thursday when I was going to watch Bob at the Comedy Works, then I was seeing Ted on Friday, but Sunday was wide open. I think I can fit one more guy in. "Yes, Sunday would be great."

Next post: Lunch with Megan

Pasta and Sausage

2010-06-05T09:10:00.001-07:00

After my daughter Johanna left to head back up to her college dorm I started getting ready for my date with Nick. For our second date he had invited me to dinner at his house.

Just a few hours before I was certain that dinner and dessert would be followed by hot sex. But after spending the afternoon with my 18-year-old daughter I realized that I not being a proper role model.

So instead of putting on my little black fuck-me dress, I opted for some blue slacks and a white silk blouse. This was an outfit I sometimes wore to work. I did not want Nick to think that I was coming to his house to get laid.

I arrived about 10 minutes fashionably late. Nick greeted me at the door and invited me in. He was wearing tan slacks, nicely polished brown loafers, a dress shirt, no tie.

His house was very nice and well kept. He ushered me into the large kitchen which had granite counter tops and a center island. He had me sit on a stool at the island and poured me a glass of wine. We chit-chatted as he cooked.

When dinner was ready we moved to the dining room. He made chicken parmasean on a bed of pasta with caesar salad. It was delicious. We continued to talk as we ate.

"I'm so glad that we met, Diana. You are quite a remarkable woman; beautiful, intelligent, witty. It feels so good to be with you. I could see myself spending all my time getting to know you."

I hesitated before responding. It was starting to sound like he wanted a committed relationship. I was not ready for that. I had been with my husband for almost 30 years and thought that I knew him, but I didn't. I wasn't about to jump into another relationship.

"I enjoy being with you too, Nick. But now that I'm single for the first time in a long, long time, I think that what I need right now the most is to get to know myself better."

"Quite understandable." He raised his glass. "Here's to getting to know you better."

The conversation returned to lighter topics as we finished dinner. I helped him clear the table. While we were loading the dish washer we brushed up against each other and then spontaneously kissed. It was a short but pleasurable kiss.

"Shall we adjourn to the living room?" Nick asked when the clean up was done.

I agreed.

Nick poured us each another glass of wine and then put some music on. We sat down on the sofa next to each other. My leg touched his as we turned to face each other. We both smiled, looking into each other's eyes. Then our faces were drawn together and we kissed again. My arms went around him and his arms around me.

We began to kiss passionately. My hands explored his body again, feeling his strong, masculine body. It felt good to be touching a man's body.

Then my hand made a move on it's own. It wasn't a concious decission, but a natural move in the moment as the passsion of our kissing built.

I put my hand on his crotch.

I could feel his cock grow hard as my fingers felt its shape through his pants.

He moved his hand to my breast and fondled my nipple, making it immediately hard. Then he moved to my other breast and messaged it.

I wasn't planning on going this far, but here we were. Both my nipples were rock hard and I could feel that his cock was too.

He paused in his kissing and looked at me. "Would you like to go upstairs, to the bedroom?"

I had to make a decision. I wanted to be good role model for my daughter, but I was now quite horny. I could still back down but would that really make me a better mother? Then I realized that for all of Johanna's life I had sex with her father without telling telling her what went on behind our closed bedroom door. I could still be a good single mother while keeping my relationships private. As long as I was as careful as I wanted my adult daughter to be then I was free to do what I wanted here tonight and I wanted to fuck this man right now.

I reached over to my purse, unzipped it, reached in, and pulled out a condom. "Yes, Nick, I want go to the bedroom."

He led me upstairs. He had king size log-frame bed and other rustic decor in his bedroom that looked like it was from a mountain cabin. Definitely a man's room.

I stood beside the bed facing him, slipped off my shoes and started unbuttoning my blouse. He looked a little like a kid in a candy store as I watched him slip off his shoes and unbutton his shirt. I slipped my blouse off. Underneath I had on a plain white bra. I wasn't planning to go this far, so I didn't wear my sexiest underwear. Nick didn't seem to mind.

He slipped off his shirt and I took a good look at his upper body. Nicely defined muscles I thought, and just the right amount of chest hair.

I unzipped my slacks and slipped them off. I took off my socks too. I was now wearing just my bra and white panties as I watched Nick unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and slip them off along with his socks. He was now wearing only his briefs with a large bulge in front.

I unfastened my bra and took it off. Nick took an approving look at my breasts and then took off his shorts.

His cock was fully erect, standing at a forty-five degree angle. It was circumcised, not as big as Ken's, which was good, because I was still a little sore from fucking him last night. Nick's cock was also a little smaller than John's, but not much. I estimated it to be six inches long. A nice size; I was getting excited, I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me.

I slipped off my panties revealing my triangular patch of brown pubic hair, climbed onto the bed and laid down. Nick laid beside me, immediately moving in to kiss me.

We lay kissing, our hands exploring each others bodies. I felt from his shoulders down to his ass while he did the same to me, his fingers tracing each curve of my body, brushing across with just enough pressure to make me tingle. I felt his chest, his stomach, and then I moved to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft and rubbed his tip with my thumb. The pre-cum was starting to ooze and so I spread it around the head.

He put his hand on my pussy. He started out just laying it flat, his finger tips near my vaginal opening, his palm on my clit. It felt good having his strong manly hand there. Then he began to explore. His fingers worked through my pubic hair, along the folds of my labia, puting just the tip of his index finger into my vaginal opening.

I moved my hand down to the base of his penis, felt around his balls. I cupped them gently, then played with them a bit.

He put finger a bit further into my wet pussy, then took it out and moved up to my clit spreading my own moisture around it.

It felt so good as he rubbed my clit. I moaned softly.

He put his finger back into my pussy and began to rub my clit with his thumb. It was heavenly. This was one of John's favorite foreplay techniques, but with my husband, especially in the later years, he mainly wanted to get just warmed up enough to be able to stick his dick in me. Nick, on the other hand, seemed genuinely interested in pleasuring me. He tenderly kissed my mouth, face, neck and shoulders, pausing every so often to look intently into my face to gauge my reaction as his strong hand worked my pussy. Soon he had two fingers inside my vagina, plunging them in past the second knuckle.

My pussy was now dripping wet as I massaged his throbbing cock with my hand. "I'm ready," I said.

He reached for the condom I had handed him downstairs and tore open the wrapper. "Would you be comfortable on your side?"

I nodded.

He rolled the condom down to the base of his cock.

I was laying on my right side. I opened my legs, raising the left into the air. Nick climbed in between. I bent my right leg slightly so he could lay his waist comfortably on my thigh.

He rubbed his cock against my pussy and up to my clit a couple times. He poked just the tip inside me and then took it out and rubbed my own moisture around my clit. He repeated this maneuver a few times, putting his cock a little further in each time.

As he poked it into me another time his cock suddenly slid smoothly in all the way into my hot, ready pussy. There was no pain or discomfort, just the wonderful pleasure of being filled with his delicious man meat.

"Mmm, yes," I murmured. "You're a smooth penetrator."

He chuckled, then started to fuck me with long, deliberate strokes.

I lay there for a few minutes, not moving, just enjoying the heat of his cock moving in and out of my pussy as he tenderly kissed me all over. Then I wrapped my arms tightly around him and began to move my hips in rhythm to his thrusts, adjusting the angle slightly to give me the best sensation as his cock moved against my vaginal walls.

"Oh Diana," he whispered in my ear after nibbling on it, "your are so beautiful, so sexy, so amazing. I love making love to you. I could love you all day every day."

This got me worried; he was starting to use the "L" word too much. The last thing I needed right now was for a man to fall in love with me. I figured the best way to counteract the "L" work was with the "F" word. "Fuck me baby," I cooed, "Fuck me good. Your cock is so nice; it's one of my favorite cocks. Fuck me with your wonderful cock."

My dirty talk must have got to him because he thrusted harder and faster. I moved my hips even faster still, adjusting my pelvis so that with each down-stroke his pubic bone pressed against my clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating across my body.

"Oh God, yes," my voice began to raise as the pleasure built, "yes, fuck me, yes. You're such a good fuck, Nick. Keep fucking me, you're making me cum. Fuck me, fuck my cunt."

The talk was getting nasty now, I had moved from the "P" word to the "C" word. Cunt, the nastiest way to refer to a woman's vagina. Saying it was getting me so hot. My breathing became shallow, my pulse raced, I felt the orgasm building like a volcano about to erupt.

Nick was feeling it too as he panted out the words, "Cum for me baby, I want to make you cum."

Suddenly every nerve in my body exploded as one of the most powerful orgasms I had felt in years engulfed my whole being. I was barely aware of Nick as pounded my pussy as fast as he could and then shouted, "Yes, oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."

He rolled onto his back and we both lay next to each other panting, basking in the afterglow of our powerful orgasms.

Nick handed me a tissue from the box on the nightstand and discreetly removed the condom and tossed it into the wastepaper basket beside the bed. I wiped the juice from my dripping pussy and tossed the tissue towards the same wastepaper basket.

"That was fantastic," Nick said. "It's been a long, long time since I've made love like that."

Oh, no, he was back to the "L" word again. "Yes, that was some hot sex. You gave my pussy a good workout."

He chuckled at that. "Well, I wouldn't mind starting a regular workout program with you."

Of course you would. But after spending almost me entire life with one man I was not about to jump right into another serious relationship. "Let's take it one step at a time. Technically this is our second date."

"Then let's have a third date."

"Yes, I definitely want to see you again, Nick. But I have a busy week next week, so I'm going to have to call you after I check my schedule."

"Fair enough."

"Well, I have work tomorrow, so I better go." Better get out of here before he suggests we fly off to Vegas and get married.

He kept kissing and cuddling with me as I got dressed. he walked me out to my car and we had one last passionate kiss before I got in and drove away. My pussy was still tingling from the hot fuck. I would not be needing my vibrator tonight.

Next post: Another Busy Monday

The morning after

2010-06-02T20:25:00.000-07:00

I got up Sunday morning and ran 5 miles. I kept myself going by thinking that the more calories I burn, the better I look, the more men will want me. A couple of different times I noticed men driving by checking me out. It felt good to be noticed. Maybe I have a sign on my back, "For a good time call..." Too slutty? Maybe.

I showered, got dressed in some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, and then headed to the coffee shop to meet Bill, 47, 5'8", blue eyes, salt and pepper hair.

Bill was waiting for me, looking as cute in real life as in his picture. He looked me up and down and said with a smile, "I was hoping that you had posted an old picture so that maybe you wouldn't be so far out of my league."

I laughed. "I'll take that as a complement. And we're definitely in the same league or I wouldn't be here. In fact, your looks were what first caught my attention."

"I see," he said, "you just want me for my body. Well I have a mind too, you know. Hey, my eyes are up here, girlie."

We both laughed and then ordered our coffee.

When we sat down Bill said, "So, I guess this is when we each try to make sure the other is not a serial killer or network marketer. Although I must say, if you are a serial killer then as long as you sexually assault me first, I say, what a way to go. The rest of my life would be downhill after you anyway."

Bill kept me laughing for the next half hour. At one point I said, "You should be a comedian."

"Actually, I'm going to be at open mic night at the Comedy Works this Thursday if you'd be interested in coming."

"Yes," I said right away. I'd be interested in coming and then cumming. This guy could definitely make me laugh my way to an orgasm.

When I got home my daughter Johanna was already there. I hadn't told her yet that her father and I were separated, so when Johanna asked where her dad was, I said, "Sit down Johanna, we have to talk."

She sat on the sofa with a sudden worried look, "What is it, mom?"

"Honey, you're father has moved out of the house."

Her eyes grew wide. "What happened?"

"Remember when I took you up school and then instead of spending the night, I left early?"

She nodded.

"Well, when I got home, your father was not alone."

She looked confused as she pondered what I said, then surprise crossed her face. "You mean," she stammered, "he was with a woman?"

"Yes."

"But that doesn't necessarily mean..." she said in disbelief.

"I caught them in the act."

"Dad was having sex with another woman?"

I nodded. Sex was putting it mildly I thought as I remembered seeing him banging that home-wrecking bitch doggie-style on our bed, slamming his meat into her with reckless abandon.

"I can't believe it. So what are you going to do now?"

"We'll probably get a divorce. You're dad and haven't discussed it. He packed up and left and I've decided to start dating again."

"Dating?" Johanna's jaw dropped. "This is such a shock. I just can't picture you, or dad, with anyone else."

Then I probably shouldn't paint her the picture that less than 12 hours ago a guy named Ken was fucking me in the same spot where she's sitting now. "I know it's a big shock for you. It was a big shock for me when I learned that the father of my children and the man I thought was mine soul mate was cheating on me. But that's what happened and I can either sit around and feel sorry for myself, or make the best of things and move on with my life. I know your dad is not waiting before he moves on."

"This is a lot for me to deal with. So where are you meeting men to date?"

"An online dating site."

"You're kidding! My mother is going out with men that she met on the Internet? Didn't you warn me about not doing that?"

"Don't worry darling, I'm being careful."

We continued to talk and eventually Johanna felt OK about the situation; not happy that her parents were splitting up just as she was starting college, but she seemed to understand my side of it.

After she left I began to think. Here we were, mother and daughter, both single adult women, my daughter was 18 and I'm 45. Did I really want my daughter to do the things I intended to do? Was it OK with me if my daughter starting sleeping around with a bunch of different guys? No way!

What kind of a role model was I being? I got so caught up in the fact that John had told me that he was going to fuck who wanted when he wanted that I forgot that there are more people involved here. I need to start acting like a mom again.

Next Post: Pasta and Sausage

Riding Cherry Creek

2010-05-29T08:21:00.001-07:00

After brunch with Ted I got ready for my bike ride with Ken. He said he would pick me up in his Jeep, which had a bike rack. I got dressed for the ride. It was going to be a warm spring day in Denver with highs in the upper 70's. That was one thing I loved about living here; the weather. Over 300 sunny days per year.

I went to my closet to pick out what to wear. Ken had suggested that we ride along Cherry Creek which was a bike trail that went from Downtown all the way to the Cherry Creek Reservoir in Southeast Aurora. He also suggested that afterward we could go to a sports bar in Cherry Creek, which was a fancy shopping district near the Denver Country club.

A dress or skirt wouldn't work for a bike ride, and spandex wouldn't be good for going to the sports bar. I decided on some short-short khakis. I stripped off all my clothing, then grabbed a workout thong and sports bra from my underwear drawer. I put them on and slipped the shorts on. Then I put on a white halter top and checked my bare midriff in the mirror. Not bad for a middle-aged woman if I say so myself. Those thousands of sit-ups and hundreds of skipped deserts have paid off.

Then I reconsidered one detail. I took off my top, then took off the sports bra, then put the halter top back on and looked at the result in the mirror. Yes; my breasts were still perky enough to pull it off. I think Ken would be wanting to pull it off later too.

I completed my outfit with ankle socks and tennis shoes, then went downstairs to make sure my bike had air in the tires and was ready to go.

Ken rode me hard for two hours. My legs were pumping fast to keep up with him. We were both sweaty and out-of-breath before we completed the 20 mile bike ride and headed to the sports bar.

We started out playing shuffleboard. I was sure to lean over my end of the table when taking shots so that Ken had a clear view down my halter top. Later we were playing pool and Ken stood behind me to show me how to do a combo shot. I shifted my hips so that my ass pressed against his crotch. As he pressed back I could feel him getting hard. When we sat at a table to finish our beers and watch a game I moved close to him, our bare legs touching under the table. He reached down and put his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. I moved my hand under the table and in one smooth sweeping motion I brushed my fingers lightly across his crotch, then put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it twice.

"So do you want to get out of here?" He asked.

"You mean, like my place or yours?" I responded.

"Exactly!" He winked.

"Ok, my place then." I wanted to be on my home turf for this first fuck.

We went out to Ken's Jeep, he opened my door for me and gave me a passionate kiss when I had got in. As he pulled out of the parking lot he said, "You are just incredibly beautiful Diana."

"Thank you."

"Beautiful and very, very sexy."

"You're pretty hot yourself," I smiled.

The conversation halted there. We were both hesitant to talk about what we would do when we got back to my house, but we both knew. Ken was getting laid tonight. So we drove in silence, the air charged with sexual tension.

We pulled into the driveway and Ken took my bike off the rack and helped me put it into the garage. We went into the living room and I motioned for him to sit on the coach. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Um, I guess another beer."

I brought two beers from the kitchen and sat down on the sofa next to Ken. We didn't even take a sip, but immediately threw our arms around each other and began passionate kissing. My hands explored as we kissed; I felt his broad shoulders and strong back. One hand moved down to the small of his back and from there onto his ass as our lips were locked tight, tongues wrestling.

His hands explored too; He felt my shoulders and back and then moved around to my side near my right breast. He then gradually inched closer until his hand was half on my breast. He paused for a moment but I offered no complaints, continuing to kiss him passionately. He then cupped my breast with his hand.

I paused in my kissing and smiled at Ken with a twinkle in my eye, then reengaged his mouth.

So encouraged, Ken put one hand on each of my breasts and fondled them actively. It felt good to have a man once again stimulating my erogenous zones. The last time someone other than my husband John had done this was way back when I was in high school.

I decided to take things to the next level. I moved my hand to his crotch and felt the bulge of his cock. It was already fully hard. I traced the shape with my fingers. It felt as big or maybe a little bigger than John's.

Ken's hand moved under my halter top touching the bare skin of my breasts.

I stopped kissing, grabbed my halter with both hands and pulled it off over my head. Ken took off his shirt. There was no turning back now. I was getting fucked tonight.

I put my hands on Ken's pecs and then felt all over his chest as leaned forward and began sucking my left breast. It felt good. His tongue circled my nipple, which was now rock hard.

When he came up for air I stood up and unbuttoned my khaki shorts, simultaneously kicking off my tennis shoes. Ken stood up and did the same. I unzipped my shorts and slipped them off, then took off my socks as Ken mirrored my actions. We stood looking at each other, I in my thong and Ken wearing only silk boxers with a giant tent in front. Then we embraced.

We stood next to the sofa, kissing, our bare skin pressed together, his bulging cock pressed against my belly through his shorts, our hands groping all over each others bodies. I thought about where I wanted to fuck this guy, upstairs in my bedroom or right here on the sofa. I decided not to break the spell of intense passion and began taking off my thong.

Ken quickly peeled of his boxers. I could see that his cock was bigger than John's was, by about an inch; Ken was sporting an eight inch woody. It was thicker too than the familiar piece of meat that had pummelled my pussy for twenty-eight years.

I sat down on the sofa, reached for purse, took out a condom and handed it to Ken. I wrapped my fingers around the end of his cock and put my thumb on the tip which was wet with pre-cum. I rolled my thumb around, spreading the pre-cum around, making him squirm.

Ken tore open the condom package, tossed the wrapper on the floor. I let go of his cock so he could put the condom on. He took my shoulders and gently lowered me into a reclining position on the sofa. He opened my legs, got between them, and lowered himself unto me. He kissed me on the lips as he began to rub his cock along my pussy. When his cock touched my clit I felt an electric shock of pleasure.

Ken moved his cock around searching for the opening to my vagina until he found it and stuck the tip right in; I could feel it spread me open. Then he thrusted hard and went about three inches into me. Oww, I wasn't ready, that hurt. I cried out, but he didn't understand.

"Yes, Diana, scream for me." He pulled back a couple inches and then thurst hard again, going at least five inches; it felt like I was being ripped open. He pulled back and made a final thrust all the way into me.

I grimaced and whimpered. John would never start fucking me before he had me properly warmed up. I guess that was one advantage of all the practicing he did with other women.

"Oh baby," he said, not having a clue he was hurting me. He pulled back again and began long, deliberate thrusts, slowly building momentum.

His cock burned inside my pussy. I felt like throwing him off of me. But after a few thrusts my pussy stretched and relaxed, adjusted to size of the fat cock pumping within it. My juices began to flow and lubricate my vagina so that his cock slid smoothly and it stopped hurting.

Soon it started to feel good. Yes. Each stroke a little better than than the last.

"Oh baby, this is hot," Ken whispered in my ear as he pumped a little faster.

"Mmm yes," I murmured and wrapped my arms around him. My entire life I had remained faithful to the same man that I gave my virginity to. Now after 45 years a second man had his dick inside me. It felt very strange, but good.

Suddenly Ken thrust all the way inside me as far as he could go and then held it, his entire body trembling. Then he relaxed and collapsed on top me. Was he done already? I was just starting to enjoy it.

Ken lay still for a minute, his body weight pressing down on me. The he lifted his head, looked into my eyes and said, "Wow! That was really hot sex. Was that good for you?"

"Um, it was nice."

"Oh, yeah. You really got me worked up. You are so damn sexy, Diana." He then pushed himself up off of me reached down to his crotch, held the bottom of the condom so it wouldn't leak as he pulled his slowly deflating dick out of me. He sat up on his knees at the end of the sofa and slipped the condom off, holding it up to show the end was filled with cum. "I must have squirted a quart. You are really, really hot, baby."

"That was quite a fuck," I said, grabbing a couple of tissues from a box on the end table. I handed him one and used the other to wipe off the juices that were oozing out of my pussy.

Ken tossed the condom and tissue into the wastepaper basket and started getting dressed. I did too.

"You are one remarkable woman, Diana. I'm so glad I met you. So, what are you doing tomorrow?"

I'm having dinner at Nick's, I thought, and afterward I'll probably fuck him too. So how honest did I want to be? I realized I had an out; my daughter, the college freshman, was coming home to do her laundry. "My daughter is coming home tomorrow, so I should spend time with her." It's true, I should spend time with her instead of fucking a bunch of different guys.

"Well, then, I'll call you later in the week and we'll see about getting together then." We were both dressed now and standing facing each other. He moved over and kissed me.

I kissed him back.

"You probably have stuff to do, so I should go." He hesitated. "Unless you want me to stay..."

"Um, yeah, I do, um, want you to stay, but, you're right, there are a few things I need to take care of..." I said awkwardly. There was thing in particular I wanted to take care of.

"Then I'll call you later."

I walked him to the door and we kissed one more time. As soon as he pulled out of the driveway I headed upstairs.

I reached under my bed and pulled out my vibrator. This is the third day in a row; these men are just warming me up for my vibrator. I started working on myself and the sensation became real intense real fast. As soon as I touched the tool to my clit I started to cum. I moved it around a little more and then went right for my most sensitive spot and held it there as my body convulsed in one of the most intense orgasms I ever had.

Yes, Ken had warmed me up real good.

Next Post: The morning after

The growing list

2010-05-19T15:10:00.000-07:00

I woke up on Saturday morning after my date with Nick. I made coffee and then got on my computer to check my new matches and emails. There were a bunch of older men, who looked it. I didn't mind that Nick was in his 50's because he was in great shape and didn't look his age.

There was one cute guy that caught my eye, Chris, 45, divorced, 5'8". He liked,

Cycling everywhere, hiking to a great scenic spot in the mountains and sitting there soaking in the view, hanging out on a deck with friends, exploring something or someplace new. Sitting in the outside section of a restaurant/pub and people watch.

I shot him off an email saying I liked the same things and would like to know more about him.

I went through the rest of the prospects, but no one really popped out at me as a guy whose cock I'd want to see pop out at me.

I showered and started getting ready for my busy day. At 10 I was having brunch with Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1", masters degree. Then at 2 I was going on a bike ride with Ken, 42, 5'7", never married.

When I arrived at the Egg and I, Ted was already waiting for me. That's what I like: men who are eager to try for my beaver. Ted greeted me with a friendly hug. He was tall, dark, chiseled features, slim, muscular.

Yes, I wouldn't mind fucking him, I thought. This felt strange to me. For my whole life, I did not think sexually of men I just met. Maybe deep down I had those feelings, but since I was happily married, I suppressed them. Now I found myself regularly staring at men's asses, glancing at there crotches, imagining them naked, wondering what it would be like to have them on top of me. It was a side of me that I didn't know existed. I felt very naughty, not in a guilty way, just excited at letting my sensual out show.

"So you have a masters degree," Ted opened the conversation when we were seated.

"Yes, in accounting. I manage the accounting department at Rocky Mountain Hardwoods." I replied, thinking about how I'd like to see his hardwood.

"I have an MBA and I'm a director of IT at an Internet company, GlobTech." He responded, ignoring the opportunity for the double entendre. "Have you been online dating for long?"

"Just over a week. How about you?"

"I've been divorced for about 5 years and have tried most of the available dating methods: the bar scene, online, speed dating, been setup by friends. I've had a couple of long term relationships, but now I'm single again. So I got back online and then I saw the most beautiful woman ever. I emailed her and now here we are."

I chuckled. "Thanks. Yes, here we are indeed."

"How has your first week on the dating scene been, Diana? Busy?"

"To honest, yes, I've meet a couple other guys already."

"I'm not at all surprised, Diana. You're an extremely attractive woman. I'm sure you're inundated by potential suitors. But what will it take for a man to win your heart?"

"My heart is not a prize," I replied. "I'm just looking to have a little fun."

"I like your attitude," he winked.

The rest of the conversation went well. He was witty, charming, intelligent. I liked him and wanted to see him again. He must have felt the same way, because when the check came he asked me out.

"I really enjoyed meeting you, Diana. Would you do me the honor of dining with me tonight?"

Oops, I'm going out with Ken later and didn't know if we'd be done. Then tomorrow was dinner at Nick's. "Darn, this is busy weekend for me. How about next Friday?"

Ted pondered for a few seconds, probably wondering what I was doing the rest of this weekend. Did he suspect that I was going to see two other guys, and maybe even fuck them both?

"Friday sounds great," he smiled.

If he suspected then he didn't care; he wanted his turn. And I think he would, because he was certainly tall enough to ride this ride.

Next Post: Riding Cherry Creek

Top off the evening

2010-05-15T20:23:00.001-07:00

I closed the door as Nick drove away. It had been a great evening. Nick had really made me feel special, wanted, desired. I sooo needed that after feeling so rejected by my husband's cheating.

Yes, Nick really wanted me; I could tell that from the heavy make-out session we just had. I wanted him too. I came so close to inviting him into my house which I'm sure would have resulted in hot sex.

But we have a second date on Sunday and hopefully I would feel more comfortable then about going all the way. But now I was horny; Nick had definitely got my juices going.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, slipped off my shoes and stood in front of the full length mirror. This is what I would have offered to Nick tonight, my 45 year old body. I unbuttoned my dress and opened it up, revealing my bra and panties. I looked down at my red-painted toenails, then up to my still skinny ankles. My lower legs showed the shape of my leg bones in front and my calf muscles in back. My thighs tapered up to my French-cut panties. Definitely more firm than flabby. I checked my stomach: not as flat as it was when I was 25, but still in good shape. I slipped my dress all the way off and checked the shape my ass in the mirror. Not bad; I think lots of guys will want to hit this.

I thought about Nick. He should be home by now. I wonder how horny I made him? I wonder if he's going to jack off thinking about me? I knew what I wanted to do. I reached under the bed, pulled out the storage bin, dug out my vibrator and personal lubricant.

I plugged the vibrator, slipped off my panties and laid down on the bed. I applied some lubricant to my clitoris and then rubbed it around and spread it all around my labia and vaginal opening. It felt so good. I just rubbed myself by hand for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation. Then I imagined Nick at his home, stroking his hard cock, thinking of me. Sorry that I chickened out Nick; we really should be rubbing each other. I'm sure you'll get your chance soon and it'll be great.

I switched on the vibrator and began moving in big circles, then started zeroing into my vagina. Oh God yes, this felt good. I pressed it against my clit, held it, let it go, then pressed it harder and longer. Oh fuck yes, this feels good. Then, as I moved the vibrator around my clit I slipped a finger inside my vagina. Oh God, it made me squirm with pleasure. I put my finger in deeper. Yes, oh, yes, I sooo need a hard cock inside me. Oh yes, my hot, wet cunt, you'll be getting your hot beef injection very soon now. I put two fingers inside me as found my most sensitive spot and held the vibrator against it. Within seconds I was engulfed in a powerful orgasm that caused every muscle to convulse from my head to red-painted toenails.

Now that's the way to top off the evening.

Next post: The growing list

Dinner and a movie

2010-05-04T09:17:00.001-07:00

If this is your first vist, why not start at the beginning?

I looked in my closet, trying to decide what to wear on my date with Nick that night. He was taking me to dinner and a movie, so I wanted to pick something nice, yet casual. I didn't want to overdress for the movies, but I wanted to look nice.

The first decision, pants, dress or skirt. I wore a skirt when we met for coffee, so he had seen my legs and hopefully was thinking of how he could slip in between them. I thought back to our meeting, remember what parts of me he checked out the most. I believe that it was my legs; yes, I think he's a leg man.

I found just the ticket. A nice spring dress, flower print, buttons down the front. The v-neck showed a nice hint of cleavage. There was a little bit of a slit up to bottom button, so that it would show some leg when I crossed them. If I left the bottom button unbuttoned it would show even more. And if Nick was good then later that night I'd let him undo all my buttons.

Nick arrived at my door a few minutes after 6PM. I looked him over from head to toe. He looked good: short-sleeve dress shirt, no tie, open collar, neatly pressed dockers, polished loafers. My eyes paused briefly at his crotch where I could see the shape of his manhood. He wasn't aroused, which what have been a bad sign at beginning of a date, but if his bulge was that size normally then I was in for a nice treat.

He led me out to his car, a late model BMW which was very clean inside. He took me to an Italian restaurant. Our table wasn't ready yet, so we went into the bar to wait.

I crossed my legs as I climbed onto the bar stool, allowing the slit in my skirt to expose most of my thigh. As Nick sat next to me he stared openly at my legs for several seconds, then his gaze moved to my waist, on up and lingered on my breasts before his brown eyes looked into mine and he gave me a warm smile. Oh yes, I thought, he wants me, he definitely wants me. I can't wait to show you my other slit.

"I hope you like this restaurant as much as I do, Diana," Nick said, "the alfredo sauce is to die for."

"I love a great alfredo, I just can't eat it that often because it has so many calories."

"Well, I can certainly tell from looking at you that you proactice good nutrition. You have an awesome figure."

"Thank you very much, Nick. You're in pretty good shape yourself. I don't mind splurging now and then. I can work out hard tomorrow." Or you can give me a hard workout tonight.

We had a very pleasant dinner and then went to see the latest romantic comedy with Colin Firth and Cate Blanchet. We raised the arm rest between our stadium seats so we could snuggle close togehter. At one point Cate and Colin had a very steamy love scene, during which Nick and I looked at each other and spontaneously kissed. It felt pretty hot, watching the action on screen and getting a little ourselves.

When the movie was over Nick drove me home. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Diana."

"I did too." We looked into each other eyes and moved closer together, our lips slowly but steadily drawn together, until finally they met, kissing softly at first, and then more firmly. He put his arms around me, and I put mine around him. I could feel his tongue moving to the front of his mouth. I slid my tongue slowly through my lips until I made contact with his. He quickly met my tongue with his own. The tips touched, then we each plunged forward, extending our tongues into each others mouths as we kissed more passionately. He moved his hands up to the back of my head to hold it steady as he kissed me harder. My hands began to explore his body, feeling his broad shoulders, his strong back. I moved one hand around to the front to feel his chest.

My heart began to flutter, my breathing quickened as got more excited. Almost my whole life I only had kissed one man, my husband John, with passion, and now I was making out with a new guy I had just met a few days ago. As we continued to kiss I felt myself getting aroused. I suddenly had mixed feelings. Part of me wanted to take Nick inside and fuck his brains out, but part of me was afraid. I was afraid that I was moving too fast. Not sure that I really wanted to be the kind of girl that put out on the first date now that I was faced with the real possibility of it.

What was I saving myself for? My husband John and I probably had had sex a million times. Well maybe not that many. I did some quick calculations. Ten times a week for the first ten years, ten times ten times fifty-two, that's over five thousand fucks. Then as we got older we tapered to maybe once or twice a week. At least I did, I later found out that John was fucking every slut he could. Still, for me, that was seven or eight thousand fucks. My pussy had been pounded from every possible angle.

But always it was the same familiar cock. Now here I was, making out with a man who I met through online dating, we had coffee, dinner, and a movie, and I was now considering taking him upstairs to the same bed where I had recently caught my husband banging one of his girlfriends.

We finally came up for air. We pulled our faces back and looked into each others eyes. Here was my chance. Just invite him in and let nature take its course. I hesitated; was I really sure this was what I wanted?

Nick smiled at me. "You are quite an extraordinary woman, Diana."

"Thanks," I murmured. And we can have one extraordinary fuck right now. Just invite him in. I still hesitated.

"I'd really like to see you again," he said.

I'd really like to see you naked, I thought. Go ahead, it's not too late, invite him in. No, perhaps this is the way to go. Fuck him on the second date. I may even be better that way. "Me too."

"How about if you come over to my place tomorrow and I cook us a nice dinner?"

Hmmm, dinner at his place. And some hot cream for dessert. Except, I'm seeing Ken tomorrow. Nick's dick will have to wait. "Sunday would be better for me."

"Sunday it is. I only live about ten minutes away. I'll shoot you an email with a map link."

"I'm looking forward to it." And also looking forward to you shooting something hot and gooey inside me.

We kissed some more, then he walked me to the door where we kissed again. I once more considered inviting him in, but thought, no, it will be much better to wait and do it on Sunday.

"I'll see you on Sunday," he said, then got in his car and drove away.

Next post: Top off the evening

The first date night, part two

2010-04-22T10:58:00.000-07:00

Here I was, on the first date with a new man since I caught my husband, John, cheating, who was the only man I was ever with for 28 years. It felt really strange to be with a different man. Strange, but very exciting as well.

We were seated quickly in a cozy table for two in the back of the restaurant. After the waiter took our drink orders we both perused the menu.

"What looks good to you?" Ken asked.

You do, I thought. "Maybe the Mediterranean chicken salad. What looks good to you?"

"Besides you?" He grinned.

I smiled. So we were thinking the same thing. This was going good. We continued to have great chat throughout dinner and dessert.

"I've really enjoyed meeting you, Diana. I'd like to do something fun with you this weekend, if you're not too busy. It's supposed to be nice, so perhaps a bike ride? No mountain passes, I promise. Just a nice flat ride along one of the city trails."

It definitely sounded nice. I just had to work out the schedule. I'm going out with Nick on Friday and then Saturday brunch with this new guy, Ted. "OK, how about Saturday afternoon?"

"That works for me. Do you want to ride along Cherry Creek Trail and then we can have dinner at one of the restaurants in the Cherry Creek area."

There were some nice restaurants around there. Maybe I could get a T-bone steak followed by a good boning. "That sounds wonderful." I took out one of my business cards and wrote on the back. "Here's my home phone and address."

Ken insisted on paying and then walked me out to my car. I unlocked and opened the door of my Honda Accord and then turn towards Ken. "Thanks for a wonderful dinner, Ken."

"The pleasure was all mine," he said as he leaned in the kiss me.

Our lips met and and I put my arms around him as we kissed softly at first, and then with rapidly increasing passion as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. It felt really good to be held by such a strong, confident man.

After a minute we pulled apart. "Wow," Ken said, "you are one hell of a sexy woman."

"And you are one hell of a sexy man."

"I can't wait until Saturday," he winked.

"Me too." I watched him walk over to his vehicle. Not surprising, he got into a giant pick-up truck.

My heart was pounding all the way home. This was so thrilling, to meet a new man, find him attractive, and top off the evening with a passionate kiss. As I pulled into the garage I decided there was only one thing left to make this a perfect evening.

I went straight upstairs, got on on the floor on the side of my bed, reached under and pulled out the storage bin. I suppose with the kids out of the house now I didn't need to hide it so well. I reached under the clothes, down to the bottom of the bin and pulled out my vibrator.

It's a Massage Master 5000. 3 speeds, large round head, about 14 inches long, AC powered. I plugged it in and got out my bottle of personal lubricant. I unzipped my skirt and slipped it off, then I slipped off my panties. I lay down on my bed and applied the lubricant around my clitoris.

I followed my usual pattern of moving from the outside in. I started the vibrator on low and messaged my right inner thigh and then my left and spent a few minutes switching back and forth, moving closer to my vagina each time. I began to feel a slight tingling of pleasure. I started using the tool on my labia, moving from the outside to the slit that runs between my vaginal opening and my clitoris. I moved it across my clitoris a few times, applying more pressure with each pass. It started to feel good.

I cranked up the vibrator a notch, thinking about the men I had met and how it made me feel when they paid attention to me, touched me, held me, kissed me. I pressed the head of the vibrator against my clit and let the intense pleasure build until I couldn't stand it and had to back off. I circled my vagina and thought about Nick and what it would be like to be with him. I moved back up to my clit, flicked the switch to high and held it as my entire body convulse from the waves of pleasure that emulated from my engorged clitoris.

I brought vibrator back out again, all the way down my left inner thigh, back up to my left labia, across my pubic bone and back down the right side. I thought about Ken and his hot, hard body and what it would be like to fuck him as I moved the vibrator in smaller and smaller circles towards my vagina. The pressed the vibrator to the opening of vaginal orifice and thought about how soon there would be a new man's cock entering in there. I then moved back to my clitoris, working around, locating the spot with the highest concentration of nerves, getting lost in the pleasure.

Suddenly my entire body was taken over by a powerful orgasm that swept from my head to my toes and made me pull into a crunch position as if I were being electrocuted with orgasmic pleasure.

I turned off the tool and collapsed onto the bed. God that was a good orgasm. I couldn't wait to have one with a man.

Next post: Dinner and a movie

First date night

2010-04-22T10:56:00.000-07:00

I came home from work and checked my computer. There were 12 new men that wanted to meet me. So many cocks, so little time. I looked through all the pictures, deciding who was cute and who wasn't. This was really fun; I could pick the men I wanted like ordering from a menu. The online house of sausage.

I got a reply back from Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1". We had traded a couple emails already. We were both born in April, both non-smokers, and both had masters degrees. He wanted to meet for brunch on Saturday, and suggested a place that had a great buffet. I wrote back that I would meet him at 10 AM.

I then started to get ready to meet Ken. I took off my work skirt and top, dropped them in the hamper, went to my closet and began to ponder. I didn't want to get too dressed up. It was only a tentative date; we'd meet at a restaurant bar for drinks, then have dinner there if we hit it off.

I took a shower, dried and brushed my hair, went to my underwear drawer. I put on a Victoria's Secret Miraculous™ push-up bra and matching panties. I'm proud of my natural breasts, but it never hurts display the goods in the best light. I picked out a casual v-neck top that showed a good hint of cleavage. Then put on a flower-print skirt that came down three inches above my knees. I wanted to wear open-toed sandals, so went back into the bathroom and started painting my toenails red.

I drove to the restaurant, parked and went in. I stepped into the bar and looked around, and saw someone who must have been Ken sitting at table. He smiled and got up as I walked over to him.

There was no hesitant greeting here; he immediately gave me a big hug. Then he stepped back and purposely looked me over from head to toe. "Wow Diana, you look really hot! Your pictures don't do you justice at all."

"Thank you very much, Ken," I smiled, checking him out too. "You're pretty cute yourself."

"Thanks. What can I get you to drink?"

"White wine." I sat down at the table and watch Ken head over to the bar. I noted what a nice ass he had.

He cam back a minute later, handed me my drink and sat down. He flashed a captivating smile. "Your profile said you like the outdoors. What things to you enjoy doing?"

"Hiking, biking, jogging."

"Have you ever biked the triple-bypass?"

"No, what it that?"

You ride from Denver to Vail, going over Squaw Pass, Loveland Pass, and Vail Pass. It's great fun. I do it every year."

This guy is really into exercise. He looks really buff. "No, I don't like to ride up mountains. I stay on flat trails around town."

"Well it's obviously working because you have one awesome figure."

"Thanks, but you're the one who looks fit." I smiled again and my eyes swept over his muscular physique.

"I'm not seeing anything wrong with the way you look, Diana. You're gorgeous."

We kept chatting about the outdoors and exercise and living in Colorado. When my drink was almost finshed Ken said, "What do think, Diana. Is this going well? Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"

"I'd love to."

To be continued...

Coffee, tea, or me

2010-04-22T10:55:00.001-07:00

This was the big day. After spending my entire life with only one man, who turned out to be a cheater, I was now scheduled to meet two different men in the same day.

This morning I was meeting 53 year-old divorcee Nick for coffee, and this evening I'm meeting 42 year-old, never married, KADULT (kid/adult) Ken for drinks. I wondered which one I would let drill me first.

I got up a few minutes early so that I had time to shave my legs. It's business casual where I work and I usually wear slacks, but today I put on a nice, casual business skirt. I picked out a pull-over top, very appropriate for work, yet a snug fit so that it showed off the shape of my breasts well.

At 9:45 an Outlook reminder popped up at work. I had scheduled the coffee as a meeting so that no one else would try to schedule me for another meeting at the same time. For the meeting title I put outside vendor meeting so that it looked like business. I smiled at the reminder and thought, "If Nick plays his cards right, perhaps he'll get to make an inside delivery."

I stopped by the restroom and combed my shoulder-length dark blond hair. I checked myself out in the mirror and made sure my outfit showed off my slim figure. Yes, I'm sure that Nick will want me.

It was a nice spring day in Denver and I enjoyed walking the two blocks from my office to the coffee shop. I paused before going inside, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Then I remembered what my husband John said as he left; that he was now going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well I'm going to see now if I want to fuck Nick.

I entered the coffee shop and looked around. Immediately a man stood up and moved towards me. I recognized Nick from his picture, although I think the photo he posted might have been from a few years ago. He seemed to have a few more wrinkles then I remember. But he was still attractive.

"Hello, Diana?" he said.

"Yes, hi, Nick, glad to meet you." I held out my hand and we shook. He had nice firm grip. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. Yes, the rest of him looked reasonably firm as well.

"So what are you drinking?" He asked, ushering us toward the counter.

It was then that I realized that I picked a place too close to home. I came to this coffee shop fairly regularly and the employees knew me, especially the cute young barista, Dave, with whom I would often have friendly, slightly flirtatious chat. Oh well, I wasn't doing anything wrong; I'm a single gal now, having stopped wearing my wedding ring right after John left. I was just having an innocent cup of coffee as I evaluated whether this man was worthy to bone me.

I ordered a small non-fat mocha.

"Do you want whipped cream with that?" Dave asked.

No, I'll be getting whipped cream somewhere else later, I thought. "No thanks," I said.

Nick insisted on paying. When he turned to face the cashier I noticed that the hair on the back of his head was thinning. Not quite bald, but heading that way. Nick was 8 years older than me. I've never been with an older man. My husband was one month younger. I thought about it and decided the back of his head didn't matter. I wasn't planning on growing old with this guy; what I was thinking of doing would have me looking at him from the front and that looked fine. Creamy brown eyes the color of milk chocolate. Confident face with rugged, chiseled features. He looked just fine.

We got our drinks and sat down. He smile at me, a tiny bit nervously, and I smiled back warmly.

"Mocha." He said. "Are you a chocolate lover?"

"I'm a chocoholic," I replied, thinking of his chocolate brown eyes. I wondered how those eyes looked when he was having an orgasm.

"Me too. I have to have it every day. So what's the best you've ever had?"

"Hmm," I thought, "one time at a French restaurant I had something called chocolate ganache. It was wonderful." I remembered the taste and a wave of pleasure passed over me.

"Yes, I've had ganache," Nick nodded, "it's almost better than an orgasm," he winked.

"Depends on the orgasm," I grinned.

We chatted on like that, getting to know each other, flitting, trading double-entendres. I happened to glance at my watch and saw that an hour had flown by.

Nick noticed my surprise. "I should let you get back to work."

"Yes, well I really enjoyed meeting you, Nick."

"Me too. How about if we have dinner tonight?"

Oops, I'm already meeting guy number two tonight. "Tonight's not so good, maybe tomorrow?"

"You bet; tomorrow's Friday, so maybe we can see a movie too?"

"Sure, I'd like that." I gave him my number and we walked out the door together.

"I'm really glad that we meet, Diana. You're incredibly beautiful."

"Thank you."

"I'll call you and we'll finalize the arrangements." We both hesitated, slightly awkward, not sure how the say goodbye. After a second he gave me a hug. It felt good to be in his strong arms.

"Bye," I said and turned and walked back to my office. I resisted to the impulse to look over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I think he was and he was enjoying watching me walking in my skirt, pleats swishing back and forth as I strutted down the street feeling great.

Perhaps Friday night he would enjoy watching my skirt come off...

Next post: First date night

First contact

2010-04-22T10:52:00.001-07:00

Two days later was up to 46 direct emails. It takes so much time to review each one and decide if he's doable. I'm not so interested in long email conversations exchanging deep thoughts about philosophy and life in order to find my soulmate. I just want to meet a guy face-to-face so I can see if there's chemistry.

I was therefore glad when Nick was the first to propose meeting for coffee. I quickly shot back a reply that I would meet him at 10 AM at a coffee shop near where I work. I'm an accounting manager and my job is flexible enough that I can slip out for an hour or so and not get in trouble since I'm the boss.

As I went through the rest of my emails I found another invitation from Ken, 42, 5'7", never married. He had 26 pictures posted that showed he was really cute and liked all kinds of outdoor activities from skateboarding to scuba diving. His profile said,

I am best described by my 11 year old niece who says I am a KADULT. A kid/adult. I never married nor had any children and have spent most of my adult life in committed relationships. I enjoy life and tend to take a little more from it then other people do, because I can.

Ken proposed that we meet at the bar in one of the nicer restaurants in town. There'd be no pressure; if we hit it off then we could have dinner and if not then no hard feelings.

That seemed like a great deal. Hopefully it go well and instead of hard feelings I'd be feeling him get hard. I wrote back that I'd love to meet him at 6 PM tomorrow evening.

I went through the rest of the messages, using the method of first looking through the pictures, eliminating all the guys that I didn't find attractive, then reading the profiles and the messages, further eliminating the guys that sounded arogant or needy, focusing on guys that might be open to just having fun. I found five good candidates and send out replies.

Tomorrow I'm meeting two different guys. Things are starting to heat up, I'd better get prepared. I headed over to the grocery store.

I went back by the pharmacy counter of the grocery store where I'd shopped for years and went to a section I had never relly visited in all the years I'd shopped there: the condom aisle. Since I was in what I thought was a committed relationship my husband John and I never used condoms when we fucked. Knowing what I know now about all the different cunts that John had fucked over the years, I probably should have. Maybe I should make a doctor's appointment.

I looked down the aisle to make sure there was no one I knew; this was a little embarrashing. The aisle was empty except for one lady down by the tampons. I went to the condom display to quickly grab a box and get out there.

I was amazed at the selection they had. There was Ultra Thin, Shared Pleasure, Sensations, Magnum XL. I didn't know that choosing sexual protection would be so complicated. I picked up a box labeled Ecstasy and read the back.

UltraSmooth™ Premium Lubricant inside and out for a more natural feel. Comfort shape allows freedom of movement for a more natural experience. Deep ribs at base and end to increase stimulation. Tapered at the base for a secure fit.

A man pushed his cart past the end of the aisle and looked at me, raising his eyebrows a bit. Sure mister, I'm getting ready to fuck, what's it to you? I thought.

I took the box to the automated check-out so that I would not have to face anyone else. When I got to my car I put the box in my purse and headed home, ready for ectasy.

Next post: Coffee, tea, or me

So many guys to choose from, why not have them all?

2010-04-22T10:49:00.000-07:00

I checked email today after the online dating site approved my profile. 43 new messages. 27 winks and 16 direct messages. After just one day. I'm surprised that a middle-aged woman would garner so much interest. I'm feeling good already.

The winks are what guys can send without having to pay. The messages are from the paid subscribers. That's an easy way to separate out the cheapskates. I'll just read the paid messages and see if any of them are doable.

The first thing I did was look at the pictures. It may sound superficial, but with so many to go through I need to do some fast filtering. I picked 6 guys I thought were the cutest. Then I read their profiles and their messages to me.

There was one cute guy, Bill, 47, 5'8", blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, who wrote,

Welcome back to the world of dating... Internet style

Just perusing your cute pics and profile, thought we may have fun; either talking or meeting.

There is much more information about me in my profile; so, let me know if you would like to email or chat.

Bob

So I wrote back to him,

Hi Bill,
I read your profile and yes, I think we could have some fun. I like that enjoy the outdoors as do I and we have similar tastes in music and movies. If you want to meet for coffee or lunch then we can chat face-to-face and see where it goes.
Diana

I then read the message from Nick, 53, divorced, 2 kids not living at home, 6'0", brown eyes, brown hair:

Hi Diana,
You are very beautiful. I see we have several things in common: classic rock music, movies, wine, fine dinning to name a few. I'd love to meet you and have stimulating conversation.

I looked at his picture again. Oh yes, he definately stimulate me.

Before answering Nick I read through the other messages and profiles, then I thought about what I really wanted. Definitely not a long term relationship, but I also did not want just fuck every guy I met.

What I really wanted was to feel special and to have fun. I wanted to be pursued, wined and dined, seduced.

I decided how I would approach each response. I didn't want long email correspondence; I needed to meet each one face-to-face. But I wasn't about to give out my address, phone number, or even email. Too dangerous.

What I would do is meet each guy in a safe, neutral location. A coffee shop or someplace for lunch. If the guy shows no indications of being a serial killer, and I find him interesting and attractive then I'll go out on a real date and we'll let nature take its course.

I read through the messages and profiles of other guys who had made my top 6 based on looks. There was that sounded corny and a bit obnoxious. Another was a fundamentalist Christian right-wing Republican gun-lover. The remaining 4 all sounded intelligent and witty. I could see myself fucking any one of them. And maybe I'll fuck them all.

I sent each one a reply similar to the one I sent Bob. Now we'll wait and see...

Next post: First contact

Joining the online dating scene

2010-04-22T10:48:00.001-07:00

So where do I start? I'm 45 years old, just kicked my husband out of the house when I caught him fucking his coworker's wife in our bed.

I decided that I'm not going to sit home alone every night feeling sorry for myself. I'm also not interested in another relationship either. If I couldn't trust the man I thought was my soul mate, then I'm not going trust some other man I've just met. And I don't need to either. I'm a self-sufficient woman; I don't need a man to take care of me. I only need a man for one thing.

So where do I start? I don't feel like going to a bar to meet someone; not yet anyway. I could ask my girlfriends to set me up, but then I'd have to explain my whole sordid story and I don't feel like doing that either. I'm only willing to share those intimate details with complete strangers on my blog.

I decided to try online dating. I went to one of the big dating sites and started to sign-up.

The first thing they ask for is a user name. "DianaDoesDenver" would be too blatant. How about "RockyMtnFunSeeker?" Yes, that's a good one. I don't just want to have sex. I want to have all kinds of fun with men, as much fun as I can have, both with and without my pants on.

Now it wants my birth date. April 14, 1965. I hope that there are lots of guys interested in a gal my age. Height, 5' 6", fairly tall for a woman. Hair: Dark Blond, Eyes: Blue. Build: Slim. Yes, I'll say it. You think all woman consider themselves fat? Well I've worked hard, eating right, exercising almost everyday. I can honestly say that I am slim.

Next they ask what do I like to do? Dining, dancing, music, movies, plays, hiking, biking, kayaking. Yes, I would like to do all those things with a man before I fuck him.

Now I need to upload a picture. I search through all the digital photos on my computer for the right one. So many pictures with John and I. Makes me sad and mad to look back on all those times. Here's one with just me. Taken last Christmas. I'm wearing my green gown to a party. Doesn't show too much cleavage, but should show off enough of my figure to get the guys interested. I found another photo that was a close-up of my face. These should do nicely.

Now they ask for me to describe myself in my own words. "Hot MILF looking to fuck every cute guy she meets." No, that wouldn't get past the censors.

And it also causes me to think about what I really want. I don't want to just meet guys to have sex and nothing else. I want to go out on dates, have fun, have a man pay attention to me, treat me nice, let me know that he wants me. Then, if he makes me feel special, if we have some chemistry, then we will both get lucky that night.

As far as a relationship goes, if I didn't know my husband after 28 years, then I'm not going to be able to trust any guy I just met. But I don't need to be in a relationship.

Besides, I've heard that when you are first attracted to someone that your brain releases endorphins that give you a high. That's what I'm looking for, the special feeling that comes from that initial eye contact, first touch, first kiss, first fuck of a new relationship. And when the first time high wears off I'll move on.

So I finished my online profile and posted it. Let's see what happens...

Next post: So many guys

My turn now.

2010-04-22T10:46:00.000-07:00

I cried off and on for the next three days after John left. I felt so betrayed. I thought I knew him, that he was my soul mate. And all those years he had been cheating on me with so many women he couldn't count them all.

I had been faithful to him my whole life. I could have cheated too. Over the years there were many men that wanted to have me.

In college my friends would tell me how they went to a party and then slept with some guy they just met. Some of them were dating and sleeping with several guys at a time. But me, I had my steady boyfriend and didn't want to fool around.

There have been many guys over the years that have hit on me. Several of them I thought were attractive. The cute guy in my English class kept asking me out and I kept telling him I had a boyfriend. My math professor was an attractive man and he made suggestions to me. I pretended to be offended, but I was actually intrigued. I should have gone for it.

On my first job after college there was my coworker, Dennis, he had such a crush on me; he was so sweet. Good looking too. I could of had him. I should of had him. What was I saving myself for?

I thought back over the years of all the guys I had been attracted to who were attracted to me, flirted with me, wanted me, but I didn't lead them on because I was in a committed relationship.

I should have fucked them all.

But now I'm free. Kids out of the house. Cheating husband gone. He said he was going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well now so can I.

Even at 45 I'm still attractive. I keep fit. I'm slim. People say I have a pretty face, beautiful even. If I wear a low cut blouse I catch men staring at my cleavage all the time. When I wear a dress men are always looking at my legs. They're great legs if I say so myself. When I walk by men's heads turn. I see them checking out my ass.

So why shouldn't I? I've been a good girl all my life, but where has it gotten my. Alone at 45. But I don't need a man to support me. I make good money. And I should get the house when I divorce that cheating bastard, John. I don't need to be in a relationship. Don't want to be in a relationship. I just want to have fun.

That's exactly what I'm going to do. Make up for lost time. I'm going to be just like a man: find them, fuck them, forget them.

No, actually not forget them. I'm not going to be like John, not able to remember how many partners he had. I'm going to keep a journal, and remember every kiss, suck, and stroke. I'm going to publish it for the world to see in this blog.

I hope that there will be many horny guys that will read this blog. I don't mind if they get so horny that they jack off while reading it. I hope they do. I hope you do, my reader.

I can see it now. Every time a new man ejaculates inside my vagina there will be ten others that ejaculate reading about it. Maybe one of my readers will contact me and if I like him then I'll fuck him. More men will cum reading about that. Orgasms will be erupting around the globe.

Next post: Joining the Online Dating Scene

It's an ego thing; I like experience

2010-04-21T12:55:00.000-07:00

John just sat there for a few moments comptemplating what to say after I caught him banging a co-worker's wife on our bed. He was still naked, his hard-on beginning to dwindle. He slipped on his shorts and said, "You want to know how long this has been going on? I started fucking Janet a couple months ago."

"And is she the only one?"

"No. There's been a few others over the years."

I couldn't believe it. John was the only man I'd ever slept with. He popped my cherry back in high school and I had stayed faithful to him for 28 years. Now I hear he's been cheating for years. "A few? How many exactly?"

He thought for a minute. "I can't say exactly. 20? 30? I haven't really kept count."

"You've cheated on me 20 or 30 times?"

"No, I've cheated on you hundreds of times with 20 or 30 different women."

"You fucking bastard. How could you? Why?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you Diana," John said with remorse. "It's just that..." He pondered. "Way back after we were first married I would sometimes lay in bed at night thinking. I would think about how I was never going to have sex with any other women besides you for the rest of my life. It scared me."

"Yes, because having sex with me is so horrible."

He shook his head. "No Diana. It's been great, it really has. But I just felt I was missing something. And then it happened..."

"You had an epithany that you'd fuck every skirt you met?"

"I was on a business trip. I had just started working at Certified Networks."

That was John's first job out of college.

"At the end of the first day of meetings, I went back to the hotel and decided to have a drink by myself in the bar. There was a lady. Older lady, but very beautiful, very sexy. The type of woman I've always dreamed of fucking."

"It's great to have a dream," I said sarcastically. "My dream was to have a faithful husband, but that's been shot to hell."

"I'm so sorry Diana. Anyway, this woman caught me staring at her, and I got up my nerve up and went over to talk to her. We hit it off. One thing lead to another and before I knew we were up in my room fucking."

"I see. You just accidentally fell into her pussy."

He ignored me and went on. "It was like the first time all over again. After years of being only with you I was now with a completely different woman. It felt fantastic.

"I asked her if it was good for her. 'You gave it your best,' she said.

"'What do mean, didn't you cum?'

"She said, 'It was ok. You haven't been with many women, have you?

"I replied, 'Only one, my wife.'

"'How sweet, you're almost a virgin.' she said. 'So much for you to learn. I wish I could be your teacher, but we'll probably not meet again.'"

My face was still screwed up with rage as I listened to John's narrative. "So I take it you undertook a self-study course?"

"This woman had been around the block a few times and apparently there was something lacking. So I started looking for older, more experienced women, and then I learned how to fuck them right. You must have noticed that I improved a few years into our marriage."

"So it was all for my benefit? You have a lot balls, John."

"It became an ego thing. If you tell me I'm a great lover, it doesn't mean that much because I'm the only guy you've known. Now when I'm with a girl like Janet who has had a dozen or more different men and she tells me I'm great, that she wants me again and again, prefers me to her own husband, that means something."

"It means you're a fucking scumbag," I spat. "I want you out of here right now, John. This is it, we're through."

John started putting on the rest of his clothes. "If that's the way you want it, Diana, then fine. I'm tired of sneaking around. Our kids are grown up; we don't need to stay together for their sake. I'm going to fuck who I want, when I want, and not worry about hiding anymore."

And that's how I came to be separated.

Next post: It's My turn now.

The hard truth

2010-04-20T15:43:00.000-07:00

I stood in the darkened foyer of my house listening the strange sounds coming from upstairs. Squeeking, creakinq, and moaning.

My heart was pounding as I tiptoed up the stairs. I started down the hall towards the light that was shining out of our bedroom. I peeked around the corner and suddenly my breath left me as I took in the scene.

There were two naked people on my bed. A woman, she looked vauguely familiar, was on all fours, short dark hair and her long thin breasts were hanging below, swaying back and forth.

Behind her, my loving husband, father of my children, love of my life was behind her on his knees thursting into her with more passion than he had shown with me in years. John continued to bang away, not realizing I was there and the realization washed over me that my husband was really cheating on me.

Anger washed over me. I strode into the room and yelled "What the hell are you doing?"

The two of them froze, eyes wide like deer in the headlights. After a few seconds John pulls out of her and the woman rolls over to the side of the bed and grabs her skirt and starts pulling it on.

"I'm so sorry Diana," she mumbled.

It was then that I recognized her. She was the wife of one of John's co-workers that I met at the company picnic. "Get out!" I yelled. "Get out of my house you slut!"

She quickly pulled on her blouse, slipped on her shoes and ran quickly out of the room.

I faced John as I heard her run down the stairs and out the front door. "You bastard. How long has this been going on?"

Next Post: It's an ego thing

never suspected

2010-04-20T15:19:00.001-07:00

My daughter Johanna had just started school in Greeley, about an hour and a half from our home in Denver. I went up with her to help her get settled in the dorm. The plan was that I would spend the night with her while John stayed home and did some work around the house.

I helped Johanna move her things in and then we went out to dinner. Afterwards we headed back to campus. Johanna ran into some freinds she knew from high school who were also starting school there. They invited her to a party.

Part of me wanted to tell her no and that we should go back to the dorm. By she was an adult now and I felt that I needed to trust that we raised her right and allow her to experience being on her own. So I said, "Honey, why don't you go?"

"But what about you mom?"

"I think I'll head back to Denver. You're too old to have your mom staying with you."

"Are you sure? It's late."

"No, it's not yet 10. I think I'll surprise your dad." I winked.

We hugged each and said goodbye and I left her with her friends and began the long drive back home.

I drove up to the house around 11:30 PM. All the lights were off except for the upstairs bedroom window. And there was a strange car in the driveway.

I felt immediately suspicious. I turned off my headlights as I pulled into the driveway. I quietly got out of the car and pushed the door closed as silently as I could. I went to the front door and tried the knob. It was unlocked.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and stepped inside. I stood in the foyer of our house listening. At first I didn't understand what I was hearing. Then I couldn't believe it...

Next post: The Hard Truth

Back in circulation

2010-04-20T14:14:00.000-07:00

My name is Diana and I'm a 45 year old recently separated woman living in Denver, Colorado. The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my adventures back on the dating scene. I will be sharing all of the intimate details as I met new men here in the mile high city.

When I say all the intimate details I mean exactly that; which is why this blog is marked for adult content. I intend to give you the complete play-by-play as I meet guys, lots of guys, and release years of pent-up inhibitions.

Why am I doing this? To understand that you'll need to know a little about me and how I became to be recently separated.

My soon-to-be ex-husband, John, and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first and I remained faithful to him for 28 years. We had a wonderful marriage (so I thought) and two great kids. Tom is 24 and newly married himself. Our daughter Johanna is an 18 year-old college freshman.

In fact it was when I took her up to college that the trouble all began. I'll tell you all about it in my next post.