It's true that I'm the most eligible middle aged bachelor in our large church congregation. That's not a boast. It's just the truth. I own a successful business and God blessed me with strong, lean body. Women seem to think I'm handsome. My wife passed away two years. She was an incredible woman, mate and friend. She was very beautiful by anyone's standard. My world was completely shaken but after a year, I started dating again.
It's been a great adventure. Married ladies in the church are constantly trying to hook me up with one of their single friends. I've made a decision to just have casual sex for a few years with as many nice women as I can before settling down. There can't be any harm in that. I treat all my women like they are queens. My confidence in my seduction skills is proven by a 100% success rate in bedding almost two dozen women that I decided were pretty enough to go out with and the personality profile I like.
I'm very choosy as to the type of women I date. Hard, aggressive ones are not for me. No, I only go out with sweet, shy types with strong Christian traditional values that are recently divorced or separated from their first husbands. Traditional values also apply to the bedroom. In my mind, men should be strong and women, feminine. I like them rather inexperienced with men other than the husband that took their virginity on their wedding night. Our congregation is so large that many lovely ladies that fit my profile are introduced to me. Believing in honesty, I tell them I'm not looking for a long term relationship right now. But they still want to date me in hopes that I might change my mind. And you know what, maybe I will if the right, very special lady comes along. In fact, that special person might be the beautiful lady that's coming to my penthouse apartment tonight.
My strong belief is that God created man and that procreation is necessary to keep our species going. Therefor sex is Godly not shameful. The more lusty, the more Godly. Men should be strong in the bedroom. Women should be feminine and nurturing. The Lord has blessed me with a very strong libido as you will read in the following account. You will be reading my thoughts and may be shocked at my language. In social circles, my language is prim and proper but in a sexual setting, I believe it is best to use randy words and phrases like, fuck, cock and pussy. Women, in my experience, get turned on by what they call 'dirty talk'. One word I never use is cunt. I said that once to a woman I was fucking and she stopped at that moment, got dressed and left in a huff, never to talk to me again. That word can be as charged for a woman as the N word is to a black person.
I always have three or four these newly-free housewives that I am casually meeting and moving slowly into my bed and two or three that I am actively fucking with gusto. They love the animal-like, hard pounding of my cock in their hot pussies. Most have never had great sex. I love seeing the new joy of a good fuck with a spectacular orgasm change a woman's attitude. After a month or two, a conquest is dropped from the sex schedule and I break in another. I say break in because these shy, rather sexually innocent women need some firm handed training in how to please a man. Plus, they discover their own lusty natures after having bad sex with their lame hubbies for years. That's where my experienced teaching has come in handy.
I really don't feel badly about what I am doing. In my mind, the women are discovering their primitive, erotic natures and their future male lovers will be given great sex from a well-trained female. The women-me-the future men, win-win-win.
Let me give you a current sample of how things progress. Tonight, Lucille is coming over to my penthouse apartment for dinner. This is the first time she has been to my place and it will be the first time we'll have sex. I know we will have sex because when I invited her to come over, I told her to wear a nice dress and not wear any panties. Of course, you might think it's hard to believe that I would be that bold but it is my way of getting a woman's mind right when she has made the decision to have sex with me. My courting is slow until I see all the signals from a woman that she is ready and eager to get properly laid. Then I make it obvious that it will happen when I want.
I have been dating Lucille for about a month. That is normal for my conquests. We started with a coffee, progressed to lunches, went to a live theatre play holding hands in the dark, and went on a nice hike in a local state park with an occasional sweet kiss at the nice viewpoints. I go very slowly. It's so incredibly sexy knowing that I will bed these beautiful women as we slowly move along the path of courtship. I visualize how their bodies look under their clothing. It's fun to watch them flirt with me and give me hints at their sexual nature. Another thing is that I like to touch them innocently as we talk and get inside their personal space. This works wonders later when I'm trusted and strip off their clothes. I'm a real romantic at heart. It's a turn-on to see them gradually feel more and more comfortable around me. It's especially erotic when I know they have decided to let me fuck them. Then, I delay a day or so before consummating our union. The time to think about our impending romp gets them very horny for the big night.
Enough of the theory, let me take you on an experience tonight with a truly wonderful woman to show how things go.
Let me describe Lucille. She is absolutely gorgeous. At 29, she's younger than most of my conquests. She has a freshness and youthful vigor that is extremely attractive. Her body is toned from her Pilates sessions. She has perky breasts, my guess 34B cup, slim at the waist and a nice ass, the type that is good to hold on to when you driving your cock into their pussy from behind. Her long blonde hair falls down to her shoulders framing her beautiful face with high cheekbones, luscious lips and dark blue eyes that you can get lost in. She reminds me of Charlize Theron but with fuller lips. As beautiful as she is, her personality is humble, shy and traditionally nurturing. She is a devout Christian. Whenever she catches me looking at her, she blushes and looks down meekly. She dresses very conservatively. Her sweet way of being along with her drop-dead gorgeous looks makes me so horny that every date we have together has been driving me crazy with lust. I always book a booty call with one of the women I'm fucking after I have a date with Lucille. I'm talking hours after not days. The booty call works off the sexual tension. They surely think that they are the object of my lust, but no. It was the vision of beautiful, luscious, soon to be mounted by me, Lucille that were rolling around in my brain.
The last date we had was a dinner date at a fancy restaurant. It was such a turn-on being across from her. She was wearing what must have been a new shoulder-less formal dress with a nice amount of cleavage showing. It was a metallic silver color that went perfectly with her long blonde hair. She dressed to impress me. I like that. She gave all the usual signs of falling for me. She laughed at all my lame jokes and smiled openly at me. She even often ran her fingers through her golden hair in that sexy way women do when they are offering themselves to a mate. In my own way, I was totally falling for her too. As we ate dessert with a sweet ice-wine, she was first to slip her hand across the table to cover mine.
Looking deeply into my eyes, she leaned forward and unshyly for the first time said, "William, I really enjoy our times together and I hope we can get to know each other better."
Wow, I thought. That's her way of saying she wants to be bedded. I could feel a titanium hard erection straining inside my suit pants. The slow buildup was over. It was time to move on.
"Lucille, I find you very attractive and very sweet." I couldn't help but give a knowing smile and look down at her luscious breasts straining to spill out of her dress. When I looked up she was blushing crimson at my brazen gaze of her assets but kept an inviting smile on her gorgeous face. She gave my hand a nice squeeze as a sign that my lechery was not just tolerated but appreciated.
I find women want to have a horny mate and find it good and not offensive once she's welcomed him into her erotic world. This is why after I am fucking a woman regularly, I often sneak a feel of their asses while we stand together and nobody is watching or stroke their pussies under the table in a restaurant where no one can see. They love it.
"I feel the same about you, Lucille. We should get to know each other much better." We both knew what that meant. She was offering herself and I could take her to my place at that moment and bed her. But I have a ritual that has worked like a charm for maximum erotic stimulation. After I reach a point like now with Lucille, where a woman openly offers herself and I accept, I always invite them to my penthouse a few days later. This gives their minds some time to be in the right space for sex. The other thing was, I had Wynona coming to my apartment at 11:00 for a booty call to cool off my lust after my date with sweet Lucille.
As a quick note, I was so fucking horny when Wynona arrived I opened the door, pulled her inside, grabbed her ass and kissed her deeply. Then, we almost ran to my bedroom and I got her on all fours on the bed lifted up her skirt, literally ripped her thong off and fucked her doggy-style in a sexual frenzy for what seemed like hours but could have been minutes. Lucille in that silver dress with her tits spilling out was on my mind every second.
Back to what happened at my dinner with Lucille.
I lied and said, "I have an early business flight tomorrow morning. Let's have dinner at my penthouse on Friday when I get back?" I could spot a little flash of disappointment on her face. She had obviously thought her new dress and sexual overtures would get her bedded that night.
"Sure, William, I'd love that."
We drove home in silence. There was an erotic tension in the air. She put her hand over mine on the gear shift knob all the way there. Her thumb stroked my little finger. Looking down at her perfect legs with the hem of her dress halfway up her thigh, it was all I could do to not run my hand up her leg and feel her hot pussy. I was confident it was available if I wanted. But I restrained myself to keep to the usual plan. My lust was rising at every mile we travelled. I started to realize the torture that I had put on myself having to fantasize for two days about fucking this perfect female. It could be dangerous by the time she arrived at my penthouse.
When we got to her house, I quickly got out and opened her door like a gentleman. I took her hand to help her up and her legs parted. She was wearing a sweet pink lace pair of panties. I almost lost my resolve and asked to go inside her place for "coffee", meaning sex, but stayed strong and refrained.
I did wrap my arms around her and kissed her very deeply for the first time. It was a spectacular French- kissing moment. Our tongues swirled with equal passion. She gave a small groan of pleasure mixed with submission. I like to move slowly with a new woman but my right hand had a mind of its own and reached down to cup her firm ass-cheek, massaging it. She groaned a bit louder and reached up with both hands to the back of my head, pulling my lips firmly to hers and offering up her body fully for me to explore. My testosterone level hit the red zone. I had an urge to bend her over the hood of my car, lift up that fucking beautiful silver dress and drive my cock into her hot pussy like an animal right there. I knew I had to exit or I might do something impetuous that might risk our budding relationship.
