My god, the last two weekends that my beautiful husband Peter organized were so hot. I can not stop thinking about it.
I loved feeling those hard young bodies using me. Being 50 I thought those days of young fit men desiring me were over. I know I am a reasonably attractive and still have a smashing body but I had been developing some self doubt. The last couple of weekends definitely erased those ideas.
I did apologize to Peter for asking him to eat out my ass and pussy when they were full of other men's semen. I explained I just got caught up in the moment. He was really good about it and quickly forgave me.
About 2 weeks later I was cleaning out my handbag and came across a business' card, 'David Anderson Private Security'. I read it again then I remembered the security guard at the night club slipping me a card when I was wearing the little school dress.
From what I remembered he was really tall African American that was very good looking, with a chiseled body. I know its a clichΓ© but I had always fantasied about taking a BBC but I couldn't do that to Peter.
I put the card away, I should have thrown it out.
About a week later, I couldn't get the card or the man out of my mind.
Damn its only a phone call.
I waited until Peter was at work, I rang, David answered,
"Hi this is a bit awkward, you gave me your card as I was leaving the club a couple of weeks ago." "It was a school theme and I was wearing a school dress."
" How could I forget you, you were that sexy milf." "You walked out with the older guy and two young men." He replied
"I don't know about the sexy milf bit but yes I was with the 3 men." I embarrassingly answered.
"I bet you got a good fucking that night, you had those boys begging for it."" So was I, you looked like you needed a good fucking, I would love to do you some time." he stated.
I was extremely embarrassed but partially excited at the suggestion.
"Really how would that come about." I cheekily said
'It is totally on my terms, when and where and how." " If that doesn't suit that's fine, I wont bother." He said in a strong tone.
Jesus, my pussy was soaking wet at being spoken to in that manner. I am always in control with my husband so not being in control made me so horny.
" If I agree, when?" I asked.
" St. Andrews Bar, Watson street at 7 pm tomorrow night." He replied
" Okay I'm in. see you then." I said confidently. I then hung up.
What the fuck have I done, I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to.
After the phone call I contacted Peter at work and told him I was going out for a few drinks with the girls, that's not uncommon so he was more than happy. I did feel guilty but I had built up the fantasy in my mind now and I knew I had to act on it.
That evening I put on a fairly sweet innocent summer dress on. Quite short but very respectable, it buttoned up at the front. I had a white Lacey bra and panty set on underneath.
I was driving so once I got a block away I stopped. I removed my bra and undid 3 of the buttons. I was showing off some decent cleavage, the natural curves of my breasts looked damn sexy. I wanted to look sexy for my big black man.
Upon arriving I parked the car, I was so nervous I sat in the car building up my will power to go through with my fantasy. Once I summoned up the courage I walked into the bar, I was nervous as hell.
I immediately saw David at the Bar, he was as impressive as I remembered. He was talking to another african american man, they could have been brothers. What impressive specimens of men they were. I walked up to them.
"Hi." I mouthed timidly.
"Hi back, would you like a drink." he answered.
"Gin and tonic with a lemon twist please," I requested