My name is Cheryl and it has been several months since I wrote a story on here, mostly because not much has happened.
I am a happily married woman of my mid-forties with a figure of 38-28-37. I am 5'2" tall and weigh 120 pounds with brown eyes and light brown hair. My husband and I have been swingers for about ten years now and have tried almost everything. However, lately I have been trying to think of something different and not having much luck. Part of the problem is that I have too many men who just want to fuck, get off and go home to their wives and to be honest, I think my age is getting to be a factor as well.
Now I thought it might be time to try some young stuff, just as long as they were legal and clean.
Saturday night Jerry, my husband and I went to a local college football game and I dressed in a slutty blouse showing lots of cleavage and a short skirt without panties. I sat a row in front of my husband so that it appeared that I was there by myself. As the game progressed, I spread my legs and let my pussy show to anyone sitting in front of me if they just turned around. When the local team scored I would jump up and cheer to the point that my 38 D's would just about come out of my blouse to the amusement of several young men who were drinking beer and having a ball. At half-time two of the young men Jim and his older brother Bob came and sat next to me and bought me a beer. Normally, I don't drink beer, but what the heck, I wanted to find a way to get these guys in the sack and so I played along.
Bob asked me if I was married, and I told him no, as I wasn't wearing my rings in order to look available. Then his younger brother Jim said, " you look like a former cheerleader, do you have a son on the team?"
With that insensitive remark, his brother Bob punched him on the arm and told him, "get your act together little brother, as you don't make comments like that to a pretty young woman." I had to laugh as I admit that I look ten or more years younger than I am, but still not old enough to have a son on the team.
They stayed sitting next to me for the rest of the game and I had to caution them to cut back on the beer as if they had any idea of scoring with an older woman they had better be able to play the game and not let the alcohol slow them down.
What a reaction that got from both of them! They wanted to know if I was from out of town or if I lived in Tampa. I lied, and said, "I'm staying at a little motel about two blocks from here for the weekend and someone at the hotel told me about the game so I came to see it and lucky me I found you two." "By the way, I can tell that Bob is legal, but just how old are you Jim?" After some hesitation he claimed to be 18 although I thought that might have been pushing it a little, you can't always tell whether they're telling you the truth or not.