'So how was that gorgeous hunk...?' whispered Jane into my ear as I lay there in my post-coital bliss, my young lover having left just moments earlier.
I was in dreamland. On holiday in sunny Spain with my best girlfriend, our husbands and kids all back home while she and I played the hard-done to wives' card and took a last minute flyer to catch a tan and some R&R away from the daily grind.
It felt really good as my beautiful confidante spooned in behind me for a girly cuddle. I was still naked and glowing with sweat from what had been an energetic hour or so with some unnamed bar pick up, a guy at least 15 years younger than me.
Bless her, Jayne must have heard everything from the other room in our apartment. After all, I could hear her with his mate. At first, it was quite funny as we almost tried to outdo each other as we got down to it. Eventually I think we both forgot the other was there and just let the moment carry us.
'Well? Hung and hard or what? He sounded like he was splitting you in two a one point you dirty girl' she probed. As she spoke, I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she was running a delicate hand up my arm and leg.
'God yes' I gasped. 'I feel totally stretched out. Not had a fucking like that in a while. Mind you, you must have been getting that skinny ass of yours reamed out by the screaming from your room.'
'Fuck yeah. He had a great cock. Just had to be told what to do with it'. I loved it when she said cock.
It was so uninhibited and why I loved her as a mate -- she didn't give a shit. We hit it off as soon as we met at our gym class.
Both mid-40's, both in marriages we shouldn't be, both with enough cash to keep ourselves in pristine condition with perfect hair, beauty and make up regimes, we soon realised we could provide each other with alibis that would allow us to fulfil that little corner of our lives that didn't chime as things were.
And so we started with nights out, flirting and having drinks bought. Then it got to be a little more daring. Dirty dancing, disappearing out of the bar for 15 minutes for a grope and a kiss. Jayne was the first to go full dirty bitch, blowing some guy one night and coming back into the club with a couple of globs of his cum on her cleavage to prove to me what she had done.
As our behaviour became that bit naughtier, we started to go out with just each other rather than our usual group of five or six. They were all good-looking women, but the others were 'happily married' types and would have disapproved of our antics. We still had nights out with them, but not all the time. Jayne and I were loving the danger of our new games, but knew too not to be too obvious or greedy.
We weren't looking for affairs, so stuck to pulling younger guys. The added bonus was that they loved having women who put out and then didn't want them to hang about. Over the last year we had probably had close on a dozen different lovers each. I let one or two come back for seconds or thirds, but never anymore. Here I was, 45 years old, a real MILF, and I'd had the pleasure of guys from 21 years old to nearly my own age. It was fun and quite flattering to be able to pull it off.
As Jayne said cock, she pushed her pelvis into my butt mimicking a guy sliding himself in. I could feel her soft downy pussy hair gently touch my ass cheeks. Cheeky bitch hadn't even put her knickers on before she climbed in with me!
We had had some right old laughs with our bad behaviour in the last few months. There had been the daytime rendezvous with guys at their flats or each other's houses. Sometimes we would fly solo, other times taking one each as we had tonight and both getting some. We had twice gone back to hotels and been at it in the same room, a huge step for me in terms of shedding my inhibitions.
Jayne had pulled two guys at the same time but was a little bit coy on telling me the gruesome details of what they got up to. She has enough energy to cope and doesn't mind a bit of anal, so I can only imagine the depravity that would go on there. She confessed to a DP and secretly I'm jealous...
On another occasion we pulled a 30-something drop dead gorgeous black guy. He was super confident and as it turned out fitted the stereotype big black guy thing. It was a first for both of us and he read us perfectly. We were back at his flat by 9pm and he ploughed the pair of us for a good couple or three hours before we were both sent home. I had a load deep inside me and she had swallowed a second.
I guess that was when the last of the barriers between us came down. We had shared the same cock on the same night and in front of each other. He was some stud to cope with the pair of us. Truth be told, he did what he wanted with us, and we were just willing holes for him to fill.
I rolled onto my back, a big smile on my face. She was propped on one elbow and her hand was wandering around on my gym-trim soft tummy. It felt lovely. My eyes were closing. I felt warm and safe and totally open to being touched, having been ravished for much of the night so far.
