I was 27, single with a nice flat and car and a job as a consultant which allowed me to set my own hours of work. I had money in my pocket and not being the ugliest guy around never wanted for female companionship. However while I went out with a lot of good-looking girls in their late teens and early twenties my real interest lay with what I referred to as fuck-chicks in their thirties and forties, many of them married and needing some good sex on the side.
I'd recently taken up golf and while I realised I was never going to be another Tiger Woods I managed to acquire a reasonable handicap which I could play to and sometimes better.
My parents lived in a nearby town and during a visit my mother introduced me to a friend who was a keen golfer. I readily accepted her offer to join her and some friends for a mixed foursome at her local course and enjoyed a good day out.
The other female in the group was very different from mum's friend who was short and stocky. Sam on the other hand was tall, lean, good legs and quite attractive in a mature way. I guessed her to be around the 50 mark.
As I was putting my clubs in the car, Sam came over and said in a friendly but not pushy manner 'You know our games are pretty evenly matched. Perhaps we could have a game sometime.'
I readily agreed and we arranged to meet at the club the following Sunday.
Sam and I played together a few times and I have to say I enjoyed being with her. I had no thoughts however of bedding her.
It must have been two months or so after we'd met that Sam called me to say she'd been invited to a party at a friend's place but didn't want to go alone. She wondered if I'd mind accompanying her. It so happened that an 'arrangement' I'd taken a lot of trouble to set up for that night had just fallen through so I thought 'why not' and agreed to partner her.
I hadn't expected much from the party but it turned out to be a lot of fun though I didn't spend much time with Sam who spent most of the evening talking to the hostess. Finally it was time to leave and I drove Sam to her apartment and stopped outside. Having no thoughts of prolonging our 'date' I left the engine running.
'I enjoyed the evening Sam. We should do it again some time.'
'I'd have thought you had better ways to spend your evenings than with an old thing like me.'
'On the contrary I prefer the company of more mature woman and I certainly don't think of you as old.'
'Flattery won't get you anywhere I'm afraid Mike. I like being with you but I have an aversion to men in general in anything but a platonic way.'
'That's a pity. You've obviously been dealing with the wrong men.'
'Man singular. I've only known one to get close to and after my experience with him I'd never let another into my life.'
'Want to tell me about it? I'm a good listener.'
I switched off the engine and waited.
Sam was quiet for a while and then turned to me and said. 'I've never told my story to anyone and I don't know why I should tell you. But perhaps it's time I got it off my chest. It's going to take some time so if you want to hear it let's go inside and I'll make some coffee.'
Ten minutes later we were both sitting on a comfortable couch, coffee cups on the table in front of us. Then Sam began to talk.
'I was nineteen when I married, my husband twenty five. I was a virgin and in fact was pretty naive about things in general, particularly about sex.
On my wedding night my husband raped me. Well I don't suppose it was rape because I never tried to stop him and of course we were married. I don't know quite what I expected but what I didn't expect was the pain and the hurt as he thrust into me and continued to drive into me despite my cries. When he'd finished he just rolled off me and fell asleep. I got up and on going to the bathroom found the tops of my legs covered in blood.
If I had any thoughts this was a one-off experience I was mistaken as the same thing happened the next night and the next. During the day he was quite the gentleman but come bed-time his only interest was sex. I hated it and I came to hate him.
As the years wore on he began to complain that I didn't respond to him and tell me I was a lousy ....., well I leave you to guess the rest. Soon however I began to notice that his trips away for his job were becoming more frequent and longer and it came as no surprise when he told me he was leaving me for his young secretary who he described as a 'dream in the sack'. Soon after we divorced. End of story.'
'And you haven't had a relationship with another man since?'
'No. After that experience I decided I would never expose myself again to the sordid selfish lust of a man and I've kept to that for almost twenty five years.'
'Sam I really feel for you and can understand why you turned against men. But in doing so you denied yourself the opportunity of forming a relationship with someone who could have shown you the wonderful ways in which sex can be enjoyed by both parties. You've missed out on so much.'
'I just don't think about it and what I don't know I can't miss can I? Anyhow at 52 it's too late in the day to start thinking about what might have been.'
'Sam believe me you're not too old to start over and find pleasure in being close to somebody. I know personally one woman, nearly ten years older than you, who enjoys a very full sex life. She simply loves to fuck.'
