Hi to all you guys, girls and especially couples who have been kind enough to tell me how much you enjoy hearing about my new-found sexual liberation. In the last few weeks I've become slightly obsessed with sex - the more sordid the better. I still can't quite get my head around the wedding last weekend, when I fucked a stranger on the bed right next to my passed-out hubby. I also find it amazing that my husband condones my behaviour, encourages it even. I think it's because we can separate the things I've been doing from our marriage - it's just sex. A physical act with no particular emotion or feeling. It doesn't make me love him less, in fact we've become closer and stronger now than at any time in the last 27 years that we've been married. I love him more now than ever (I have to say that - he gets off reading about it too).
If you're new to my sordid life, I'm 51 years old, 5ft 6in tall, size 14/16 with curves in the right places, and (I'm told) still very attractive. I don't go out every day with the expectation of meeting a stranger and having sex with them, but I also don't go out of my way to avoid it either - and today was no different.
I still work from home most days, but I do need to go into the office about once a week to sort various bits and pieces. I work in an office by the canal side in the centre of Birmingham, in a smart looking building filled with smart looking people, so I dress as lots of professional women do - a dark grey above-the-knee skirt with matching jacket, crisp white fitted blouse, and black Laboutin-style stilettos. Hair tied back and immaculate make-up. I haven't always gone to all this trouble, but recently I probably couldn't look more of a stereotypical office bitch if I tried.
I set off for work this morning at about 07:45 in attempt to miss the heavy traffic on the Hagley Road into town. The roads are busier now than they've been for 18 months, so I got to the office at about 08:30. Not many people come to the office at the moment, so there was just me and a couple of younger agency girls for the whole morning, and I was done by midday. With no real need for me to hang around I left and set off for home.
I was in no particular rush to get back so I decided to stop off on the way home for a latté and a cinnamon swirl at our local Starbucks. I parked up, made my way inside, ordered and found a table.
As I was sat enjoying my coffee and flicking through my phone I noticed a man in a suit sat at a nearby table. He was looking, not as discretely as he probably imagined, over his laptop screen directly under my table and at my legs.
Well as soon as I realised this I decided to have some fun. At first I just uncrossed and crossed my legs a couple of times, making sure he saw plenty of thigh. I saw him adjust his seating position - a sure sign of a hard-on.
Then I thought I might give him something to really feast his eyes on. I uncrossed my legs and sat with them slightly apart so he could just see into the darkness up my skirt. He smiled - it was obvious what I was doing, and he was loving it.
All the while I was pretending to look at my phone while he hid behind his laptop screen.
It was getting exciting now, so I stepped it up. I put one hand below the table and began to slowly run my fingernail from just above my knee, along the exposed skin of my leg, over the fabric of my skirt, and back down. He couldn't take his eyes off me.
Unfortunately coffee goes right through me and I needed to pee, so I stood up and made my way to the unisex toilet. My stiletto heels reverberated on the wooden flooring of the shop as I walked confidently past him. His eyes followed me every step of the way and I made sure to fix him with a stern, almost matronly look.
After a few moments in the bathroom I washed and dried my hands. I turned the lock and opened the door to find him standing right in front of me. He was slightly taller than me, with blue-grey eyes and greying but well-groomed hair. He was slim and smelled of expensive cologne.
"Oh!" I exclaimed with surprise "I didn't realise you were waiting".
"I'm not" He replied calmly.
"So, why are you..." I said.
"Don't play games, you knew what you were doing" he said. "Or are you just a pricktease?"
And with that he placed his fingers lightly on my chest and pushed me back into the toilet, closing the door behind him.
"Lock the door" I instructed in a commanding tone.
As soon as I heard the click of the lock I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply, passionately exploring his mouth with my tongue.
There was hardly any room in the cramped facilities. I placed one foot on the toilet seat which made my skirt ride up, showing my black satin briefs. I hurriedly undid a few buttons on my blouse and pulled the cups of my bra down to expose my hard nipples.
