Renewed

That over-sexed dog husband of mine has never given up trying to get me sexually motivated. He's constantly arranging romantic get-aways, buying sexy lingerie and even a few toys here and there to try to light the fires of passion. This is a story about one such recent attempt.

Searching for something to spark up our sex life, Jack has promoted public role-playing as a psychological stimulant. I've never fully bought into it and we've only really gone out once to try it out. That evening was okay but nothing spectacular and, as usual, did a lot more for him than it did for me. I'm not much of an extrovert, so I found it hard to really get into character, especially when I wasn't fully committed to the whole idea from the beginning.

A few weeks ago Jack suggested that we try the role-play scenario again. I was less than enthusiastic for all the reasons already mentioned, but thought I would at least make some effort to meet Jack's illusion for generating sexual excitement.

So the basic plot line was about as average as they come, identical to the first half-hearted attempt. Jack had planned that we would go to a local hotel bar where businessmen were known to hang out for happy hour at the end of the day. I would go in first and take a seat at the bar, strike up some conversation with the male clientele and generally flirt my way to a few rounds of free drinks. I would entice them along the way with some sexual innuendo and maybe some light physical contact to give them hope of more action later. Jack would come in a half hour or so later and take a seat further away and watch the show. He told me how it turned him on to watch other guys get worked up over me. And he was certain that if I saw that a gentleman or two were attracted to me, that I would uncover at least some of that long-lost confidence in my appearance and my sexuality. And while it was true that I no longer thought much of myself as pretty or sexually attractive, I was totally skeptical of the notion that a brief spell of attention from a couple of bar flies would somehow resurrect those long-buried feelings. I'm not 20 or 30, and I just figured I was way past that.

Now, I didn't feel terribly attractive. Wrinkles, a few extra pounds and no estrogen will do that to you. I guess my best physical asset is my tits. Jack says I have the best natural tits west of the Mississippi and that most 30 year old women would have to trade up to match mine. So, I'll go along with some of that although I do believe he is highly prejudiced. I'll admit that they are exceptionally perky for my age, now a C cup (used to be a D cup before kids!) with long and quite hard nipples. They are undoubtedly my best asset.

In our first outing, I wore a nice cocktail dress; nothing flashy or super sexy. There was nothing about it that flashed a "hey, look over here" sign when I walked into the room. So this time I decided I would up my game and go big; really big, no gigantic. I would grit my teeth and escape my comfort zone. I would drop my boundaries. This was going to take some alcohol, early and often.

I had Jack pour a glass of champagne for me. Tequila and champagne are my inhibition destroyers and I needed something to knock down those walls. A hot, soaking bath wouldn't hurt either.

I drew a bubble bath and stepped into the tub and quickly downed the champagne. After I guzzled the first glass, I sent Jack back to pour another. He brought it in and I was more prudent in drinking the second glass. I relaxed and let the warm water and the bubbly start the magic transformation from aged, motley housewife to voluptuous, erotic siren. I carefully shaved my pussy, leaving a v-shaped patch at the top. I'm not a big fan of that but Jack absolutely loves it and I wanted to give him this little present.

After the bath, I pulled a totally sheer black blouse out of the closet and a black skirt to go with it. The blouse was collared, had long sheer sleeves and buttoned up the front. I called Jack into the master bath and asked him what he thought of the outfit I had selected. His eyes lit up, and his eyebrow rose up quizzically. He looked at me and said "Very nice. But what are you really going to wear?"

I gave him a wicked grin and responded "Oh yeah. I see what you mean. I need a bra and some panties".

I walked over to my lingerie draw and pulled out an open cup bra which was a bedroom favorite of his along with a garter belt and a pair of back-seamed stockings, but no panties.

"OK. I guess I have everything now" I said naughtily.

His face still bore the look of skepticism. He wasn't buying that I was going to actually wear this outfit out in public. To be perfectly honest, I still wasn't sure that I was going to either. I half expected him to shake his head "no" and insist that I tone it down. It scared the hell out of me to come to the realization that he wasn't going to stop me and I would actually have to wear ensemble.

I slipped on my clothes and sat down to my vanity and makeup mirror. I gazed into the mirror and I swore I heard that magic mirror tell me that I could again be attractive and sexy. I started with my hair teasing it up to give it the JBF (just been fucked) look that Jack loved. I then went to work on my makeup. I normally don't wear much makeup and maybe it was the champagne talking but I decided to make the makeup just as bold and daring as the outfit I was wearing.

Methodically I applied heavy eyeshadow, and rosy red rouge topped off with fire engine red lipstick covered with lip gloss. The transformation was nearly complete. I pulled out a pair of long, dangling earrings. Something was missing; something risky to put the exclamation point on this get up. I was actually beginning to get into this gig and I could feel a twinge of excitement between my legs. The preparation process itself was a becoming somewhat of a turn-on for me. Perhaps being a temporary slut was more arousing than I ever thought it would be.

I got up and walked into my closet. I dug around in my "special stuff" drawer and pulled out two items: a pair of nipple clips that sported dangling gold chains and a rhinestone-studded ankle bracelet.

I easily slipped the ankle bracelet on and then unbuttoned the two top buttons on my blouse. I mounted the nipple clips on my now fully erect nipples and squeezed them hard to tighten them. I turned to look in the full length mirror and stopped to stare at myself. I couldn't believe how I had been transformed into such a brazen hussy, so radically out of character from my usual self. But there was still a tug of insecurity. My new-found, daring attitude faltered briefly and I ducked back into my closet to retrieve my black cashmere pashmina. I figured I could drape it over my shoulders and hide my tits if I lost my courage at the bar. On with my heels and it was time for the big reveal.

Jack was in the living room waiting anxiously for me to finish my preparation so we could head for the hotel. I strutted into the room from the master suite. I wish I had a camera to record the astonished look on his face as I entered. He mouthed "Wow" to himself and tried to soak it all up. Astonished would be a fair assessment of his reaction. I could see a swelling bulge in his pants and I knew then that it was all worth it. He's bulging and I'm even getting aroused much to my surprise. Game on.

Jack poured a half glass of champagne for each of us and we headed to the car for the 20 minute drive to the hotel. We sipped our champagne and just talked. Jack must have told me a dozen times how spectacular I looked and that he couldn't believe that I was playing along. After we escaped the neighborhood and got onto the main road to the hotel, I rotated slightly in the seat and pulled my skirt part way up to expose my glistening pussy. He stammered and watched as I reached down and worked on my clit. I rubbed it slowly, teasing him and rousing myself.

In what seemed like no time, we arrived at the hotel. The valet came over to open the door for him. He was just a kid, maybe 20. I decided to give him a good look, exiting the car in a manner to ensure him a lengthy gaze at my pussy. A brush of the pashmina to one side revealed my bejeweled tit. It was such a turn-on for me as I watched his face and I made a personal note to myself that he didn't seem to mind my age. I laughed to myself as I stood up and waited for Jack to come get me and head inside.

Jack entered the lobby and headed to the counter where he checked in for our room. We went up to the room to check it out. He gave me a key and he kept a key. He gave me an amorous hug, rubbed my ass briefly and with a kiss on the cheek I headed to the bar with a new energy and self-assurance in my step. I was definitely feeling it.

As I walked into the bar, there were maybe three or four men seated at the bar and several tables with two or men at them. I quickly noticed there were no other women in the room.

I found an empty stool at the bar with a nice looking guy of about 40 on my left and an exceptionally handsome guy of around 50 on my right. I sat down, my pashmina still covering my tits. I could literally feel the gaze from the male eyes in the room. It gave me a certain feel of allure and appeal that had been missing in my self-evaluation. It was invigorating and I felt a aura of confidence that I deeply needed. Now it was show time.

I ordered a glass of chardonnay. The older fellow on my right turned to strike up a conversation; just typical small talk like where are you from, what brings you here and such. The younger man also started to chat it up and pretty soon it was a left-right-left-right conversation among the three of us. I missed that at some point during this time Jack had entered the bar and taken a seat by himself at a table not too far from my barstool. I turned and looked at him and gave him an almost imperceptible nod of my head acknowledging his presence. I excused myself and left to go to the ladies' room. In a few minutes I returned. As I returned to my barstool, I removed the pashmina and placed it in my purse. My nipples were visible to all eyes and all eyes noticed. At every table every man turned to look at me. The two men on either side were speechless. I could feel myself getting wet.

After my grand entry, the two men were somewhat at a loss to speak. I sat up straight thrusting my breasts and my nearly exposed nipples forward and asked the older man what kind of work he was in. He said he was a human resources executive. I turned to ask the other man what was his line of work and he managed to mumble something about being in sales. His eyes never left my tits as he tried to speak. It was rather funny.

I finished my glass of wine and both the guys offered to buy me another. I told them we would have to have a tie breaker, so I asked them to guess my age. Closest guess would get to buy me the drink. When the dust settled the older guy was close but much more important was the fact that both guys were way low on their guesses. That was a huge uplift for me and I was on a psychological roll.

By now I had decided the older guy of the two was a better match. He was more handsome, more vocal, more self-assured and more interesting in every regard. I gently moved my attention towards him and the younger guy quickly took the not-so-subtle hint, fading out of the conversation and eventually leaving the bar.

As I was drinking my wine, I moved my right hand under the lip of the bar and onto his thigh. I moved it up and down a couple of times. I could feel his leg twitch. I then shifted my hand further to the right and onto his crotch. His dick was already stiff under his pants and I started rubbing his shaft through them, pausing at the head to give it some attention between strokes. He squirmed a bit at first but then surrendered to my massage.

He put his hand on my thigh and moved it up under my skirt towards my pussy. When he arrived at my naked and now wet pussy, he turned his head quickly to look at me. Obviously that was a big surprise for him. He slid his hand over and searched for my clit. He put his finger on the button and began to make circles around and on it. My eyes may have crossed as a wave of carnal pleasure swept over me. My ass shuddered and I may have let out a low guttural squeal as I responded to his probe.

Jack was watching intently from his table. He could see the hands under the bar and he knew my reactions. He instantly knew I was extremely aroused.

The man leaned over and whispered in my ear that we should go to his room. I leaned over and responded that I wanted to go to my room. He didn't hesitate and nodded "yes".

I gulped down the last of my wine and we both left our bar stools and headed into the lobby and towards the elevators. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jack leaving behind us. Jack stopped in the lobby and pretended to be busy doing something. My new found friend didn't notice Jack at all. His mind was clearly somewhere else.

We entered the elevator. There was just the two of us. I told him to push the 11th floor. The instant the doors closed he pushed me firmly against the back wall and began kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth and his right hand was again attacking my left tit. We were locked in a passionate tangle until the doors opened on the 11th floor.

I pulled out my key and we walked just a few doors down to my room. I could see a generous bulge in his pants as we walked quickly. A swipe of the key unlocked the door and we were barely across the threshold with the room door still wide open when he again pinned me against the wall, kissing me hard and resumed molesting my tits.

With our mouths were locked together I reached down and unzipped his pants. With no resistance and minimal effort I pulled his now throbbing, swollen dick out so that I had unhindered access to it. The generous bulge was now a fully engorged 9, maybe 10, inches of eager cock. I was thrilled with the prospect of it. I pushed my hand past his underwear and grabbed his balls. He reciprocated by ferociously assaulting my tits, twisting and pulling hard on my nipples causing me to wince briefly before enjoying it.

We moved passionately, almost danced, the few feet to the bed where he fell onto the mattress with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I pulled his pants down over his knees and knelt down between his legs. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Jack now standing in the room's entry hall. He appeared hypnotized by what he was watching, his wife totally focused on pleasuring this man's splendid cock. Taking his cock into my mouth, I bobbed feverishly on it, taking his shaft in my throat down to his balls that I still clenched in my hand. I labored on it, giving him the very best of what I had to offer. I glanced over at Jack frequently as I slid my lips up and down the rigid shaft leaving traces of my red lipstick as testament to my effort. Jack's excitement was a stimulating to me and I responded with concentrated effort on this cock to entertain him. Plus I absolutely love sucking cock, so this was a triple gratification event.

I tasted his pre-cum. He started to tense up and I knew that he was about to blow his wad. I jammed my mouth down against his balls and he shot his load into the back of my throat. I swallowed it eagerly. I twirled my tongue around the head and slid slowly up and down the shaft to clean every succulent drop.

He raised up on the bed, lifted me up and back onto my feet. He now saw Jack and was taken back by Jack's surprise presence, not knowing what to expect. I quickly soothed his anxiety with a "It's all okay". He placed his spent dick back in his underwear, pulled up his pants and zipped them up. Quietly he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"That was the most incredible experience of my life. You are incredibly beautiful, sexy and charming."

He pulled back for a second, grinned and asked "So... how old are you?"

I responded that I was over 60 to which he said, "Well, you sure as hell don't look it and don't act it. You're amazing" as he turned to walk out. My first thought was that was what Jack has been telling me forever. He turned to slide by Jack on the way out the door ... and he was gone.

Jack approached after my friend had disappeared. He walked up to me and gave me a hug to end all hugs. I could feel his hard dick under his pants as he said "That was so wildly spectacular that I can't describe it. I've never been so hot for you. Ever."

"Let's go home" I said.

He called down for the car and after a brief recovery moment we headed to the elevator. We walked hand-in-hand out to the valet stand, got in the car for the drive home. I leaned up against the door as he drove. I pulled up my skirt and played with myself. I wanted Jack to see how wet I was, how excited I was and how much I loved him for believing in me for all these years.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other on the way home. We had cosmic sex, fucking and sucking repeatedly until the wee hours of the morning, only quitting out of sheer exhaustion. I lost count of my orgasms. I felt so alive, so energetic, so sexual, so pretty, so desirable and so lucky to have Jack, who was willing to share me to renew me.