This is a story about a married woman who had attended a friend's bachelorette party. Two nude male dancers drove her lusty lady friends into a frenzy. She did something that was so unlike her. Let's just say, the devil made her do it.
Beth;
My goodness, I can't believe I gave my cell number to that beautiful, young man. It must have been the wine and all my friends getting worked up when he and the other dancer stripped naked. My word, I even touched their penises. But then again, almost all the other women did too. But it really shook up my world. The thrill of the male strippers told me, my libido is still alive and hungry for intimacy. Seeing the lust in the other mature women like me, told me this is a natural, good thing.
Let me tell you about myself. I'm a young thirty-seven and I take care of my appearance with diet and exercise. I even train every year for charity five mile run that my husband's company sponsors. My women-friends say they are envious of how I've kept my body trim. One of their husbands even came on to me once at a dinner party after a lot of wine. He cornered me in a hallway leading to a bathroom and kept saying how sexy and attractive I was as he groped me. But, I've never cheated on my husband ever. He is the only man I've had sex with. But sadly, we almost never have sex anymore. I miss it. He's off on business trips so often. I've always been timid around men. My mother stressed being feminine.
When the dancer called me, I almost died. When I slipped a note into his G-string with my first name and cell number along with a twenty-dollar bill, I had no idea that he would call.
I answered the phone and a sexy male voice said, "Hello."
"Hello, my name is Eric. You left me your number at the bachelorette party. Am I speaking to the right person?" My heart was in my throat and couldn't speak. My god, it is that gorgeous young man. He continued politely, "Maybe, this is not a good time?"
In a panic to not let him hang up, I said, "No, no, this is the lady that gave you her number. My name is Beth."
"It's very nice to talk with you Beth. I hope you enjoyed my dancing."
"Yes, you were amazing."
"Thanks, it was a pleasure dancing for such an attractive group of classy women."
"Would you like to enjoy a personal more intimate session with me?"
My mind is reeling. Since, the party I've been fantasizing about this young man. My husband is out of town until the weekend. He will never know. Nobody but me will ever know. I need this so badly. I really shouldn't but. "Yes... Yes, I would like one." I can almost hear him smile on the other phone.
"When would you like to see me?"
I blurt out, "How about tonight." I instantly cringed know that sounded so desperate.
"I like your enthusiasm but unfortunately I am studying tonight and tomorrow for an exam on Tuesday. How about we meet on Wednesday during the day or night, your choice."
"How about two o'clock Wednesday afternoon?"
"Perfect. Just text me your address. I will send you my Paypal account information for you to send me a donation to my college fund."
"How much should I send?"
"Whatever you think is appropriate. I trust your generosity and look forward to being with you."
I hung up and my insides were all aflutter. My goodness, should I do this? If I send the money, I'm sure it will happen. I trust him. How much? Two hundred? No, that's ridiculous. Five hundred? Hmmm, not enough. Dammit, I'll send him a thousand. My husband bets that much on a bloody football game. I wanted the VIP treatment. The next day he called after I sent the funds.
"Hello, this is Eric. I received the money transfer. Thank you very much. How are you doing, Beth?"
"Thanks for asking. I must admit I'm very nervous about this. You have likely been with many women, but I have only been with my husband. I am shy around men."
"No need to worry, Beth. We will have a very pleasant time. We can go at your speed."
"No Eric, I have been thinking and it would be best if you take control. Please do with me what you do with your other women. I give you full permission. I trust you."
"Okay Beth, this will be epic, I promise. See you on Wednesday."
When I got off the phone, I almost ran to my bedroom, tore off my shorts and panties, flopped onto the bed, opened the side table, and got out my trusty vibrator. I was screaming with a giant orgasm in double time. My god, I knew then how much I needed a good fucking.
The big day:
My goodness, my heart is beating a mile a minute as our appointment time is getting close. I don't even know if I can go through with it. Who am I kidding, of course I will. When we talked on the phone, he was a young gentleman and so nice. He mentioned he was in university and seemed very intelligent, so easy to talk to. I admitted that this was my first affair, and that I was quite nervous. He was very sweet about that and when I asked, he agreed to take the lead in the intimacy even though I was older. He has more experience in these naughty matters and I would be too shy to initiate certain erotic things, things that I want him to show me and do to me. My god, my heart just skipped a beat thinking about that.
When I sent him a PayPal transfer for the payment his services we agreed on, I felt then that this was really going to happen. It sealed the deal.
I spent all morning deciding what to wear. Slacks and a blouse seemed not feminine enough Even though it's summer, shorts seemed too casual even though my legs are my best feature. I finally decided on a brightly colored summer dress with some cleavage. Another big decision was whether to shave my public hair. That is the fashion, but I couldn't think of how to explain it to my husband. He likes my full beaver. I did however, trim it. My breasts are a bit small, but I used a push-up bra to make them look more full. I confess the bra is part of a bra and panty set I bought at Victoria Secret yesterday. My god, it was so erotic picking out the lingerie while I was fantasising about that young man with the perfect body and big manhood taking them off me. I get a shiver now thinking about it.
I fixed up the guest bedroom to use for our love nest. The bedspread isn't necessary so that's gone. I brought my tube of lubricant that I use with my vibrator and put it under a pillow. Eric's penis is much bigger than my husband's and Eric may want to use the lube. Of course, that would be up to him. I'll just follow where he takes me.
Eric;
This is so surreal, I'm walking up to the front door of this big expensive house to have sex with a mature woman that I don't know. I've never had sex with an older lady. My buddy, the dancer that got me the dancing gig, says they are the best. He's been in the business of making these women happy for the last year.
I have no idea which of the horny women at the bachelorette party she is. I just found the piece of paper in my G-string among the cash bills with her cell number on it. I wonder if she will be attractive or plain, slim or fat? How will I perform? Fuck, who knows? I'll just go with the flow. I get a woody ever time I remember her saying she wanted me to be in control. That is such a hot thought.
Okay, I'll press the door buzzer. It's one of those new types with the camera aimed at me.
From a speaker, a woman's voice says, "Hi Eric. I'll be right there."
I hear heels on hard flooring coming towards the door. Then it opens. I put on a friendly smile.
First, instant impressions: She is tall, slim and gorgeous with long blonde hair to the bare shoulders of her brightly colored summer dress. Nice cleavage. She has classy makeup with bright red lipstick. My guess is mid-thirties. She is a real lady, and I can see by the blush on her cheeks that this is a new experience for her. Fuck, will this be fun.
"Hi Eric, please come in. How are you?"