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Happily married women shouldn't do what I'm doing. My friends and family would never believe what I'm about to tell you. I dread if they ever find but I can't stop. My addiction is picking up young college male students for sex when I travel out of town for business. It's not kinky sex, thank God, but it's something I feel shame around after every erotic episode.
Let me describe myself. I'm a forty-year-old woman. All my life, people have said I was beautiful. Men hit on me often, good looking men of the alpha type. I always turn them down, at least in my home city, because I'm happily married with two great kids, a boy twelve and a girl ten. My husband is a handsome, great guy. Our sex life it about as good as it can be for two people married fifteen years. He is not the reason I have this obsession to bed younger men, even boyish but legal ones.
Sorry, back to my description. They say I don't look my age. I have a daily routine of the finest beauty creams, not just for my face but all over. My skin is blemish free. My naturally blonde hair used to be short in an executive woman's style but now I've let it grow down to my shoulders like I used to wear it in my university days. Keeping fit with yoga and jogging has my figure as slim as when I was in my twenties. My breasts are small, a 34B cup. That has help keep them perky, but I have noticed just a hint of a droop that I'm sure nobody else would notice. I didn't breastfeed my children, so my breasts would stay nice. My mother insisted that formula milk was better for a baby. That's what I had been given. My height is five feet ten, tall for a woman.
My addiction started about a year ago. I was approaching the dreaded age number, forty. It stuck me that was middle age, no denying it. I couldn't just grow old gracefully. The fight was on.
The next business trip took me to my old university, Penn State. I took an extra couple of days to wonder the campus. I went to a bar that was my old stomping ground. It took me back to my youthful, care-free, fun days. A good looking student, a junior in B.Comm, tried to pick me up. He was sweet but being the good, faithful wife, I said no, and we just had a nice chat. Later in my hotel room, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I got so horny that I had to relieve myself by masturbating. It was the first time in years. The whole idea of fucking him rocked my boat. I made a pack with myself to go back to the bar the next night and if he was there, I'd do the dirty deed.
I woke up the next morning, horny and thinking obsessively about going back there that evening. All of my clothes were business or grown up casual. I'd stand out like a sore thumb with any of it. So, I went out and bought a short plaid, pleated skirt and tight white tank top, the kind with string top, bare shouldered and some cleavage showing. I must say, I looked delicious in the change room mirror. It was great fun finding the perfect sexy panties. I finally decided on a cute pink silk one with a big red heart just above my girlie parts. Any guy that saw them would get a testosterone surge.
My plan was to say I was an MBA student just transferring in from another university.
After shopping and a nice healthy vegan lunch, I went off to a spa salon and had a mani-pedi. The nail colors I chose were not too outrageous, but they were certainly younger types than I'd normally wear. I decided not to get my hair done. Students have a casual look and that was what I was looking for, hot-casual and very fuckable. I'd never felt that young and alive in years.
I laid down for a hour before getting ready but couldn't sleep. Room service brought up a light salad which was nice. Around seven, I showered and shaved my pussy. I suspected young men like bald pussies. I dressed in my new university coed clothes. It made me so horny as I put on the sexy panties and short skirt. I toyed with the idea of going braless but when I tried on the tank top without one, my hard nipples stuck out like headlights. I had bought a nice pink bra with deep cleavage to go with the tank top. When I put it on, my diamond hard nipples were still visible but less so.
My breathing was heavy, and my heart was racing as I took a taxi over to the bar. I was certainly a bitch in heat when I walked into that loud crowded place around nine o'clock. This was Saturday night, much busier than the previous night. I walk through the mass of people looking for my student friend from the last night but couldn't see him. Damn, I thought to myself, I should have gotten his cell number. But there were lots of horny guys here that would fit my needs. The music was loud, and the sounds of laughter were ringing the off the walls. It was just like I remembered in my student days.
I saw a young girl by herself at the bar. She was attractive in a slutty but intellectual way. Her sexy outfit made it obvious she didn't want to leave the bar alone. I knew it was always best for girls to be in pairs in bars. I went over and ordered a beer across the bar. She and almost everyone else was drinking beer. I leaned to her, so she could hear me over the loud noise and shouted, "Hi my name's Susan. I'm new here. Why don't we hang together? I'm looking to meet a guy."
She smiled and replied, "Sure Sue, let's pair up for the hunt."
She let out a big laugh with that and then continued, "My name's, Becka." We clinked our beer cans and smiled like two cunning women who knew what they were doing.
Soon two big, burly, football scholarship-types came over to hit on us, already half drunk and very loud. Becka and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We told them to move on. I wanted sex but without bruising.
After a while, Becka told me to look over and check out a couple of guys that were sitting at a table by the wall with two empty chairs. They were clean cut and good looking young men that were talking earnestly with each other and less interested in the party than most.
She shouted, "What do you think?"
They looked very fuckable. I shouted back, "Looks good to me."
"Okay," she continued, "But, I get the one with the blonde hair. He looks like he's the better fuck."
Wow, I thought, girls are a lot more aggressive around sex than in my day. But I was up for some raunchy sex too.
In the spirit of the game I said, "No, I think mine will be a better fuck." We both laughed until my side hurt.
Becka said, "Watch this." She walked over and said something to them that I couldn't hear. They were too far away. But she waved me to come over and sat beside the blonde. My god, how brazen she was.
As I walked over the dark-haired lad, looked me up and down. It gave my heart a flutter to have him eat up my body knowing that we would very likely be fucking soon. I sat beside him, and he leaned in and shook my hand while saying, "My name's Greg. Super to meet you."
I gave him the biggest smile I could muster and replied, "I'm Susan but call me Sue."
He introduced his buddy and we made small talk. He was a junior in engineering from the mid-west. He was a very sweet boy and a little shy. When he didn't make a move on me I said, "Greg, I left my sweater at home. Do you mind if I snuggle into you and you put your arm over my shoulder to keep me warm?"
"Sure." he said and put his arm over my shoulder.
I snuggled in and gave him a little kiss on his cheek in appreciation. My goodness his skin was so soft, I wondered if he even had to shave he was so young. I slipped my hand onto his thigh and gave it a light squeeze.
I looked up into his eyes and said, "Gee, you make a girl feel so feminine. You are quite a man."
That ego stroking emboldened him and he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. Our lips locked. It was so different than my husband's kisses. That made it so erotic. I was tempted to move my hand to up his thigh to caress his cock but thought that would be too forward.
Our lips parted, and I said, "Wow Greg, you're such a good kisser. Wow." A big shit-ass grin came onto his face with the compliment. It's best to make a man and especially a young man, feel virile. I've found it helps with the fucking later.
I looked over at the others and Becka had her tongue down the other boy's throat. Good work, girl.
My pussy was starting to throb, I was so turned on with this male, testosterone-filled young man beside me. I needed more. So, I put my hand over Greg's that was on the table and upturned my face for another kiss. When our lips met, I pulled his hand under the table to my bare thigh. I almost swooned when his hand touched my skin. I'm sure I sighed. I returned my hand to his leg. I still wanted to grope his crotch but wanted him to grab my pussy first. It was all ready and waiting with an open invitation for his hand. My hot pussy was just inches away from his student fingers.
We kept kissing and I was getting more frustrated when his hand stayed stubbornly in place. Fuck not wanting to look like a horny slut. I took his hand and moved it to my crotch. I almost came when that student's new hand touched my girlie parts.
We stayed kissing for what seemed like forever. I cupped his balls and felt the length of his erection. It was a useful size. I'm sure Becka checked out her guy.
I whispered into his ear, "Do you have a place where we could go?"
He said, "Sure" and looked over at his buddy. "Sue and I are going to our dorm room, Phil."
Becka immediately piped in, "We're coming too." She looked at me. "That's okay with you Sue, right?"
Holy shit, I thought, my first adulterous fuck and I'll have another couple in the room with me. But, I was too horny to say object. "Of course, Becka."
We split the bill, and everyone paid for their own drinks. I could have easily paid the whole bill but that wasn't in character. I was supposed to be a broke student like them. Greg and I walked hand in hand like lovers. It was so sweet. He was a couple inches shorter than me. Becka and her beau walked ahead. He was groping her ass and she was loving it. Fortunately, their room was just a short walk. Neither of us said much on the way. Our minds were fantasizing about the fucking to come. At least mine was for sure.
Their dorm room was like the one I had in my student days. I was too prudish at the time to have sex in mine. The room smelled of old socks. It had some study desks, some random furniture and two normal sized beds about six feet apart.
