Jacie's Memoirs

Prelude

My thoughts, desire, obsession and hunger of feeling yet another man's flesh holding and touching my naked body and entering my mouth, pussy and butt, for the first time, has been an exhilarating and dangerous addiction for the last 25 years of my life. It has been playing havoc with my mind and moral compass. I'm hoping I'm not alone!

My name is Jackie. I'm in a relationship with Chris, have 3 children and am doing ok for someone in their 60's. I've made some mistakes and have some regrets, but hey, judge for yourself.

I've always been the life and soul of the party, always laughing and joking and ever been happier than being the centre of attention, particularly with my male friends.

I'm from South East Wales, 5'11'' tall with green eyes, auburn shoulder length hair, and features that always appear to grab attention! I've always taken pride in my legs, bum and breasts and always managed to please those who have been lucky enough to be close and intimate.

As a self-confessed flirt I apologise for those who have failed or not yet been lucky enough to get close and intimate

Pete and our friends Andy and Linda

I was in my late thirties back in the 1990's and in a new relationship with Pete. We had been together less than 6 months and were fucking whenever we had the opportunity. We loved socialising and entertaining and most weekends enjoyed a night on the town at our local pub. We often invited our friends Linda and Andy to join in the fun. As Linda and Andy didn't live in the area, they would stay over in the spare bedroom.

Although it was never said to my face, I'm pretty sure those who wanted a piece of me, and there were many, would best describe me as a MILF. It was probably a fair description - I had three children aged fifteen, nine and six; was a big flirt; was oozing confidence; had great pins; a great arse; great tits and loved being fucked. Age was definitely not holding me back. Pete was taking my mind and body to places I didn't know existed. I was becoming his private porn star moving from being a sprinter in my youth to a marathon runner in my prime. Nothing was barred. My married days were well and truly behind me.

I had no idea of the meaning of carnal until I met Pete. My body was his fuck toy to do with as he wanted. I always repaid the favour as best as I could. my first ever orgasm with Pete took no more than minutes and gave a new meaning to foreplay- I had no idea I could have a nipple orgasm...wow.

Not long after I first met Linda I gave her a peek into my psyche. It was the first time her and Andy were invited over and I was getting ready for a night out on the town. Pete and Andy were downstairs having a few beers and Linda and me were upstairs, in mine and Pete's bedroom, enjoying some music and a few glasses of wine. I was wearing my bathrobe as I'd just had a shower. Linda was dressed for the night and there to help me with my makeup and attire for the night. She was sat on the bed - I was sat at my dressing table.

I pulled open the bottom drawer of my sideboard, grabbed my red lace Basque and grinned as I asked Linda what she thought. (Linda was 10 years younger than me and didn't share my confidence or sexual prowess.). She smiled and said lucky Pete.

I stood up, turned to Linda, let my bathrobe fall to the floor, handed her my Basque and said "give me a hand". She turned crimson with embarrassment. I laughed and said it will be a tight squeeze. (Pete was more than happy with his gift of two firm, plump, and perfectly formed tits -- measuring in at 36D). I laughed again as Linda fumbled. I subtly brushed my tits against her shaking hands. Flesh on flesh had the desired effect and my nipples rose to the occasion. It didn't take much and I'm pretty certain Linda noticed!

Her eyes lingered a little too long as I pulled the fastening strap to cover my mound. I've no doubt she noticed my recently trimmed ginger landing strip ( or his Ginger Minge as Pete often referred to it). I wondered whether she'd noticed my perfectly formed, petite and well-worn clit, taking pride of place, at the head of my opening. Probably not it needed a bit of lubrication and gentle persuasion to rise to the occasion.

I juggled my tits, held them in position and asked Linda what she thought. She laughed and said Andrew would be green with Envy. Not one to miss an opportunity I said take some photos so I can tease Pete in the pub later (I didn't say but I was also hoping Andy would also get an eyeful of the pics).

I leant back on my dressing table, pushed my tits forward, poked my tongue out, and held my hands behind my head. Linda took out her mobile phone and took the first photo. For the next shot I jumped on the bed and positioned myself so I was on my knees leaning forward, doggy style, with my arse facing Linda and my head on the pillow. The final shot was me lying on my stomach, licking my lips, with my legs sticking up in the air behind my back and my index finger beckoning Linda to join me on the bed.

We both laughed grabbed our glasses of wine and knocked them back in one go. Linda told me it was a shame I had to spoil the look by covering up! I finished dressing -- slipping on a pair of jeans and a boring blouse that did a great job of concealing the royal jewels.

The night wouldn't disappoint!