The hotel was not so far away from home that it was a treck getting here, but was far enough for it to be unlikely that anyone I knew would be there. In any case it was a rather cheap place, three stars at most, and most of my husband's and my friends certainly wouldn't entertain that.
I'd met Arndt playing golf. I suppose you could say he'd swept me off my feet, he'd certainly swept my panties off quickly. We had a couple of drinks and a kiss in the car park the day we met, dinner and heavy petting in his car the next night and he fucked me in his hotel bedroom the next afternoon.
"I was a little naughty" I told my husband of ten years Erik on the phone the evening Arndt and I had kissed.
"And how was that?"
"I met a young man at golf."
"Oh dear. And you fucked him?"
"No of course not" I replied a little put out that he would think I would cheat like that.
"Well want to fuck him," he laughed.
"That's better. Yes, are you ok with that?"
Erik is Danish and I had lived in Copenhagen for several years. That's where we met, got to know each other, had regular sex then married. I was forty at the time he was fifty three.
The Danes have a vastly different attitude towards sex and faithfulness than most races. They believe that sex is to be enjoyed and is not something that should be restricted to your partner. Trust though is important. So in essence most modern Danes can sleep with who they like, but they need to agree that with their partner. Openness and trust are key to such a free attitude towards sex.
I guess I was going through that typical crisis that women as they turn forty have to endure. On the other hand, it may just have been that I was feeling unusually horny and Arndt was beautiful, there and available. The twenty five year old lived the other side of Gothenburg where he was studying. It was some two hundred miles away from where I lived near the Tivoli in Copenhagen the capital of Denmark, so further sex was going to be difficult. But hey c'est la vie and just the once would have been worth it.
"I will be in Copenhagen next week" he had said on the phone a week or so later, instantly exciting me. "Book me a hotel can you but remember I am a student?" I had no intent of letting my young buck pay for the hotel, but I did as he asked.
"Are you sure you don't mind Erik?" I asked my husband on the phone that evening.
"Well I could hardly mind when you have agreed to my fling with Sara can I?" He said referring to the twenty-three year old girl he had met at work and had mentioned that he would like to fuck. I had agreed and he had been for several weeks. She was the second fling that he had had during our marriage and oddly I did not feel jealous; it may have been better if I had.
I had arrived at the hotel in Dragor a twenty minute or so drive from Copenhagen, alone around three. Arndt rang a little later as he got in a cab at the airport.
"Be ready for me babe."
"Of course, but what do you mean?" I asked.
"Well I haven't travelled two hundred miles to have coffee have I?"
I got what he meant. "We're in room 234, I'll meet you there?"
I was a little worried that in the more cold light of day, literally, than last time that the young man might find my ageing and body and wrinkling face not to his liking. Such deficiencies often make me wonder why so many young men have such a thing about us old wrinklies, but they seem to!
When I guessed that he would almost be here I gently pushed the door to, but didn't shut it. It was a bit of a risk, but not much.
"Fucking hell babe, you really did get ready didn't you," I heard him say after I had heard the door open and someone walk in. I couldn't see him for I was lying on my front on the bed with a sheet pulled up to my shoulders.
I didn't reply, there was no need. I heard him drop his bag and felt his weight on the bed and then slowly the sheet slid down my back. "Oh yes Chrissy you did get ready didn't you" he breathed as he saw that I was wearing just a black thong and black lacy topped holdups.
Still I didn't speak; there was no need for words for hopefully my position and lack of clothing would say all that was needed. And in any case we had discussed both on the phone and in email what we were going to do.
He ran his finger over the cheeks of my ass and sighed appreciatively. I slightly wiggled my bum. He slid his fingertips into the crease fiddling them under the slither of silk of the thong and right onto my anal hole. I wiggled again and I felt the fingers on his other hand pushing their way inside the gusset and right onto my lips.
"Fuck me, you're wet" he groaned.
Still not speaking, I opened my legs a little, he slid some fingers up me, maybe two, three or four? I was so wet I didn't know and it didn't matter, but it was lovely. I opened my legs a little more and lifted myself up a bit. He started to finger fuck me. In and out, in and out in a slow surging rhythm, it was wonderful. Then he stopped and he ran his wet fingers out of my pussy, across that tiny patch of skin between that and my anus and right onto my hole. He pressed, I wiggled my bum, he pressed harder asking the question. I moaned softly and pushed back giving him his answer. We had not done anything anal yet so it was right I guess for him to ask if he could finger fuck my ass.
As his, fortunately, wetted finger slid up me, I grunted for there was the inevitable early pain as the sphincter muscle was forced to work in the opposite direction to how it was designed. That soon passed though and quickly I was revelling in the sensations he was giving me. Suddenly those sensations were more than doubled when he slid some fingers on his other hand up my pussy. The feelings were awesome particularly when I felt him pressing the fingers on each hand together parted just by that narrow membrane separating my two channels. So intense were the sensations that my body felt as though it was on fire. I wanted and needed more. I pushed back at his hand, opening my legs and raising myself further from the bed. My face was pressed into the pillow, my ass was in the air and my legs were wide open, I was almost kneeling and my thong was half way down my thighs.
Like that it didn't take Arndt very long to make me cum, which I did moaning, groaning and grunting and reaching for his gorgeous cock that I now so badly needed.
Almost as soon as I had cum he was tearing his clothes off. I grabbed his cock; it is quite long and nicely thick. As young men do he gets wonderfully hard, stays like that for ages and then hardens up again so soon after cumming that he sometimes beats me in being ready again.
The fuck wasn't subtle. It wasn't slow and languid, relaxed or gentle. No it was the fuck of a young stud and an older woman. The fuck of a couple who hadn't been with each other for some time, the fuck of a man and a woman who wanted each other badly. Yes it was a quick, urgent, hard and dirty fuck and it was absolutely fantastic.
"Just got a report to finish and email," he told me after we had cleaned up and showered.
"I'll be by the pool then, hurry" I told him.
I hadn't been there long and had just dozed off when the sunbed felt as though it was being shoved into the pool.
"Oh God " I'm sorry a nice looking guy of about my age said almost dropping his cell phone. He was kind of cute. I smiled and told him it was ok. He walked off and I couldn't help staring after him. Why? God knows. I was relatively happily married, I had just had sex with my 'toyboy' yet here I was almost ogling after another guy I hadn't really even met.
