Well, apparently, against the saying it would seem, you can teach an old dog new tricks. I say this standing dressed in stockings, suspenders and a blindfold waiting for whatever (or whoever) comes next!
Not that I'd consider myself an old dog, in-fact I've often been complemented on my looks and, after having twins at twenty I also, if I say so myself have a nice body, I'm 5'8" tall, slim with mousy brown/ dark blond hair, I am now 39 and though my boobs hang a bit lower than they used to (dam Issac Newton and his gravity! ) they are nice and full shaped with nice small, hard nipples, though shapely, in a perfect world my butt would be a little smaller, I still have enough about me to turn a few heads.
Anyway, sorry, I digress. Let's go back a bit and start at the beginning.
Hello, my names Chloe, I'm married to Bill and as said we have twins now both off at university. This leaves me a lot of time at home alone, though a great father to the kids when growing up Bill works in London and is now often working long hours and stays up in London with his workmates if they are working too late to travel back as we live on the south coast in Hove actually.
Bill's work affords us quite a nice lifestyle, nice house in Hove, near the seafront, I have a nice bmw 4x4, and a regular lunch date and social circle with the housewives of Hove, not bad at all except I'm often home alone for quite a lot of a time. My life has become somewhat stale. All my friends seem to have much more excitement than me and I'm itching for some myself. Although I'm a respectable housewife (I'm a Rotarian don't you know) and love my husband. This feeling of needing some passion had been building and building for quite some time.
I'd started working part time for a local charity a couple of years ago to give me some contact and feeling of worth and though a sensible job that's where it all began!
So, as I wait, breathing a little fast, incredibly turned on, I'm literally dripping!
I will pass the waiting time telling how I started on the journey where I now find myself about to be totally used for somebody else's sexual pleasure.
Early in July, we had been working on a new project with homeless youth, it was a great success, we were invited to a swanky dinner with the local MPs and councillors along with other local so called local influential people. After a nice dinner and dance some of the younger members said they were going into Brighton and did I want to join them?
Normally I'd have been off home but this night as many lately Bill had stayed in London the night before and was staying in London again due to work commitments. After a couple of "no I really should be off, I'm far too old to be out with you" comments I was persuaded to go along. The group consisted of 3 guys, Carl, Jay and Steve and 3 girls Paula, Hilary and Jane, and of course me. I was sure everyone thought somebody's bought their mum with them. After a bit of a bar crawl we found ourselves in a club on the seafront. The drinking switched to shots and slowly everyone started pairing off getting a bit steamier on the dance floor. I watched from the balcony to be honest A bit drunker than I have been in quite some time. Looking at the younger people getting together, thinking how nice it must be to feel a bit of that passion when I was surprised to feel a hand on my bottom!
It was quite a firm grip on my left cheek, surprised but in a way flattered I looked over my shoulder to tell the naughty boy off only to see it was Paula, she was staring at me intently. Paula is a statuesque 6-foot brunette, well built with large breasts, she is quite stunning, not traditionally pretty, certainly attractive but powerful rather than dainty. She firmly stated that she and Steve we're leaving and I was going with them, I was about to challenge this when she squeezed harder on my bum with a glint in her eye she said to get my coat and meet them at the door. Then she turned and walked away. I was A bit too drunk and a bit too confused so I did as told and I met them at the door coat in hand.
Paula saw me, grinned and said to follow along, she hailed a taxi, Steve got in the front and Paula pushed me into the back seat, following after me sitting close and putting an arm around my shoulders still giving me a look as if weighing something up in her mind.